Sunday, December 29, 2013

Hoped.

2013 had many surprises- like every year.

It was another transitional year and I am thankful to see it to its conclusion (most likely, hah!)

I am also hopeful that the next year will hold many more surprises and good fortune.
Which makes me wonder... is there anyone who doesn't? Hope for future good fortune?
I think there are unfortunately.
People who don't feel hope for much of anything...
And for them I hope they may find some.
For others... I'll help them find some.
And the more time I spend as an art therapist the more I realize that the installation of hope and possibility is my job.
And I love that.

And in order to continue to do my job I must maintain a reservoir of hope.
For myself and others.

I don't know if its something anyone can do for their entire life... maybe?
I can hope? 

The thing is, hope can seem so fragile. So abstract.
So temporary.
It's an emotion after all.
And just like all emotions, for good or bad, it's fleeting. 

And in the spirit of the initial purpose of this blog- could it be that to be hopeful you must also submit to the idea that you may be hopeless?
That the work I am trying to do is essentially impossible? Without hope?
Yes...

There are many times that I am reminded of a quote.
It's actually become more of a guideline for my life (at least for the last few years).
I first found it in a mandatory class I had to take as an undergrad.
We weren't forced to take philosophy but we were asked to read various stories from the book "The impossible will take a little while."
In it was a quote but Thomas Merton, a Trappist monk. In a letter to his friend he wrote,
"Do not depend on the hope of results... you may have to face the fact that your work will be apparently worthless and even achieve no result at all, if not perhaps results opposite to what you expect. As you get used to this idea, you start more and more to concentrate not on the results, but on the value, the rightness, the truth of the work itself... You gradually struggle less and less for an idea and more and more for specific people... In the end, it is the reality of personal relationship that saves everything." -Thomas Merton

 To me, what Merton describes is the acceptance of both hope and hopelessness. When you accept the hopelessness of what you are doing and that it is highly unlikely to change, you begin to see the silver lining within the shadows where hope can survive and focus on that.
Merton determined that this ray can be found within the personal relationships you develop with others. And I believe that to be true as well.


The New Year often sends me thinking in these directions and I am thankful that I feel a secure sense of hope...
... I believe for the first New Years ever.
For the first time that I can remember in my life, I feel a firm foundation that no matter the future or past... 

Everything is going to be okay.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

But if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need.

A client of mine asked me Thursday what religion I was.
I knew the answer and I told him I considered myself to be a spiritual person that did not have a particular denomination.
That was what he was looking for and he seemed satisfied with the answer.

However, I kept thinking about the question after I got home... and Friday and now Saturday.

The answer is essentially the same, with one very important caveat.
My religion is art.

And it even sounds a little strange to write it out and say it, but it's very true.

For all of the reasons people seek out religion... I find those answers in art and the creative process.

A once saw a guy named Shaun McNiff speak on searching out the shadow (a talk in Jungian ideas- not unlike the purpose of this blog)... and he said something that caught me off guard.
He said his religion was expressive art and creativity and it sounded really freakin crazy at the time, but also stuck with me.

So when I finally started to delve into the subject more in different ways, the same things kept popping up.
During meditations I would fall into a pattern of quieting the mind and suddenly begin visualizing things that felt authentic and important. And as soon as they came, my eyes would open and that was it. And I'd be damned if I could meditate again after that. All that was left was a compulsion to either write it down or draw it out.
I also began researching the topic. Book after book led to alternative ways to feel connected, find meaning and solutions to problems as well as a sense of inner peace. I read and saw documentaries on being happy- that eventually led to the concept of FLOW.
Flow- is considered to be the trance-like state that occurs when you are absorbed in a process that utilizes both hemispheres of the brain.

Wikipedia's definition-
"Flow is the mental state of operation in which a person performing an activity is fully immersed in a feeling of energized focus, full involvement, and enjoyment in the process of the activity. In essence, flow is characterized by complete absorption in what one does."

And the more I search, the more arrows I find pointing toward the same direction.

Art.

Making art.

Looking at it.

Understanding it.

Feeling it.

Talking about it.

Using it.

Learning about it.

Art is my religion.
I find what I need in it.

And its an incredibly powerful and frightening idea.
Because on the same token I feel I have to say... 

No, I'm not crazy.
Society just doesn't know how to handle this shit effectively, so we gotta figure it out for ourselves.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Growing pains

Yea, so you know all that shit I talked about having compassion for everyone and the way to do it is to be vulnerable?

FUCK THIS DUDE!!

UGH!!....

So I go up to the staff member who I had a power struggle with last week (a staff who was dressed down by his supervisor and the clinician and was told that he was wrong and I was right). So I decided to own up to my part of the interaction. I did this assuming he would do what the supervisor told him to do and own up to his part as well.
So here's how it went.
"Mr. X, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Yea."
"I just wanted to apologize and let you know I take responsibility for a lack of communication on Thursday. It would have helped if I had let you know what I was working on with [client] and I'll try to have more of an open dialogue with you about it. Because we're both trying to do the same thing, help the kids with treatment."
"Yea, yea. Yea, okay."

And that's it.
I was furious.
What the fuck about YOU dude?! Do YOU not have any responsibility in this?? SURE! It's cool! I'll just take all the blame shall I? Fucking coward!

And that's kinda where I stayed for a while. Just thinking back and forth about how much of a chicken this guy was.
It's really reinforced also by the selfish and completely mindless things he's done in the past as well.
It's REALLY hard to work with jerks who tear up the artwork of a kid because they got pissed off that the kid wasn't listening to them.
How fucking small must you be?
The kid has AUTISM!! He doesn't know why he does HALF the shit he does to begin with you F-ING IDIOT!!
You really showed that kid who was boss!! I bet he'll listen next time!! Oh wait, it looked like it didn't change anything- he's still not listening when you tell him to sit down. What do you know?!


Anyway... yes I have an issue with these types of people...
But what kills me is the idea that I took a risk and was vulnerable and ... this guy didn't even invalidate me. He just didn't do what I did.
He couldn't take responsibility for his part in the failure to provide this kid with treatment.
And I think overall, that's the kicker, for me.
I can't expect other people to do that.
Everyone is doing what they're doing.
I really can't hold his guy to the same standards I hold myself to.
I can't do that to anyone.
In some respects I should be glad he wasn't cruel and rubbed my apology in my face because there are plenty of people who would have done that and worse.

This taking the next step towards compassion is going to take some work...

Fucking A is it going to take some work...
And I really have to believe that this process is one worth going through.
That the end will justify the means.

If what I read is true, the end more than justifies the means.

Wait, what is the end?
There really isn't an end..
According to other people I'll be living my life in a more fulfilling way, with more control over my emotions and will create more love in my life... more connection...
I could be the change I want to see in the world?

Even if this doesn't happen...
I think the pursuit of this is noble.
And the potential of this to happen may be worth it trying for regardless. 

I was angry... now I don't think I am anymore.
It's a start. 

Sunday, October 27, 2013

A path from doubt.

The more often I allow myself to do/read/view the things I find interesting for no other purpose than to do it, the more often I find connections that I believe help lead down the path to living a fulfilled and wholehearted life.

It's almost like I'm being drawn to the things I need. Kinda like what Carl Rogers believed. (i.e. that every organism innately knows what they need).

For instance, I read saw a TEDx talk by a social worker named Brene Brown. She's a phenomenological researcher that studies what some consider the "master emotion": shame.
I found the talk interesting. A lot of it discussed vulnerability and how being vulnerable is the only way we can open up enough to truly allow love, caring, and belonging into our lives. However, fear and shame and the stories we tell ourselves often keep our most authentic selves hidden.

In many ways I feel that these concepts are vitally connected to my journey "into the dark side."

So while out on a date with my significant other at the book store (that we inevitably end up at when left to our own devices at 9pm), I picked up "The Gifts of Imperfection" by Brene Brown.

Initially I was reluctant to buy it. The subtitle was "Let go of who you think you're supposed to be and embrace who you are. Your guide to a wholehearted life."
And to be honest my brain immediately shouted, "LAAAAAAAAAAME!"
Then I read the back and it had the typical praises from other authors she knows AND who have the most influential resumes and it shouted, "STILL LAME!!"
I read her biography blurb... "UGH! Who cares?! This is all the same stuff and its not even the most impressive one!"

But I couldn't put it down.
I kept trying to convince myself that I didn't need the book and it very likely would end up in the same pile of self-help books I begin to read then discard after a boring chapter or two.
But I still didn't.
And I held on to it long enough that when it was time to go I handed it over to be purchased.

And the next morning I began reading.
Not a fan of her writing style....
She keeps using the same words....
That's a good quote... *grabs a pen*
Yea, I can see that. I agree...
Intro- "The Journey... It is a process... How do we cultivate what we need and let go of the things that are holding us back?"
"Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light."
Infinite power is a little dramatic but yes... I agree.

I just find myself continuing to read and agreeing with more and more of her ideas.
Then I read and begin to understand and recognize more things I've thought of but that are written so clearly, like, "Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It's a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity."

Now- Let me go on a tangent if I may- 
This idea has been becoming more and more important to me as I work with a client who has been all but diagnosed with Borderline personality disorder.
Now.. if you are a mental health professional you understand how difficult it can be to work with one of these patients.
They can be extremely needy, manipulative,and volatile to say the least.
Finding compassion for them can be exceedingly difficult- which also happens to be what they need most in the world. BUT when you find compassion and offer it to them, they become frightened and shove it back in your face, which makes it that much more difficult to find it the next time, etc. etc.
Nothing is ever enough for a Borderline. They can seem like a black hole that will never be filled no matter how much love and care you pour into them.
Draining.
Highly provocative.
They notoriously have both severe boundaries for themselves and yet challenge the boundaries of others constantly.
They draw you in, then spit you out. 
It's an endless, exhaustive cycle.
 *In case you can't read it, the front of the shirt says "Ask me about Borderline Personality Disorder." 

However, in the next paragraph of Brown's book she writes that in her quest to understand compassion she's learned that "Compassionate people are boundaried people."
"The better we are at accepting ourselves and others, the more compassionate we become. Well, it's difficult to accept people when they are hurting us or taking advantage of us or walking all over us. This research has taught me that if we really want to practice compassion, we have to start by setting boundaries and holding people accountable for their behavior."

DING DING DING DING!!

This is why I don't feel drained by my Borderline patient! At first I thought I was just being sucked in hardcore because I wasn't losing compassion for the kid. If anything I was feeling more compassion for him because of how fragile his ego is and how I keep witnessing the drained responses of my co-workers just keep getting them pulled deeper and deeper into the spiral suck of the black hole. However, I am CONSTANTLY reinforcing boundaries with this kid- but not in a demeaning way. Just with certainty they he will keep doing what Borderlines do and I can have an endless store of compassion as long as I maintain my own safe boundaries. The kid might actually begin to feel some kind of safety when they see I'm still not swayed regardless of the stunts being pulled (because they WILL be pulled). Allegations against staff will likely be the next trick to keep people from getting too close but even if they're against me, I have nothing to hide.

But, going back to what I was saying about compassion- 
Problem- My clients are not listening or respecting me?
Problem- Staff isn't listening or doing what you want in group?
Problem- Total lack of compassion, I'm pissed! Fuck them! What the hell is their problem? I'm working my ass off to try to help these kids and I feel completely unsupported and drained!

Okay well... are you holding them accountable? Do they know what you expect of them and do they know the consequences of their actions? Yes? Are you enforcing the consequences?

My clients are not listening or respecting me? Hold them accountable for their actions by sticking to the group rules- three strikes, you're out. No big deal, just try again next week. Reinforce that it is only their behaviors that are unacceptable and not THEM as a person.

Staff isn't listening or doing what you want in group? Talk to them- tell them you're having a hard time and let them know ways they can help you. They're trying to help the kids out too right? Get them on your team. If they STILL don't, that's another matter.

Brown's point? What is one of the biggest reasons why we don't just hold others accountable in the first place?
We're afraid of seeming out of control and/or admit that we need help?
Why?
Because that may mean we don't know what we're doing, and if people think we're frauds, they will shun us.
And being shunned by others reaffirms shame (that everyone feels) about being unworthy of other people's respect, love and acceptance.
And if we believe we are undeserving of love and respect than we may accept their lack thereof and poor treatment as par for the course... "just one more example of why I suck."
Essentially we allow them to step on us because in the deepest parts of our hearts- we think we deserve it.

It's not a new concept- but like I mentioned at the beginning of this post...
I think this might have been what I needed to hear at this point in time.
Essentially, I became aware of it because it's what I need to move forward right now with this journey.

I haven't thought too much about "shame" and the things I fear. According to Brown the more you talk about it, the less of a hold it has over you. The more honest and authentic you are about facing it, the more you can connect with others and feel more of a sense of belonging.
I've found this to be true in the past.
Being afraid of the repercussions, but hearing my voice shake as I say what I believe to be true and my authentic self has always been the best way through the fear.
I inevitably feel validated, secure and confident in my decision to plow through.
Which gives me more courage to speak up the next time.

SO.... all of this basically boils down to one thing.
This feels good... and right... so I think I'll keep going down this path for a while...

And see where it leads.
Glad I didn't listen to the LAME voice!

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Patterning Halloweenies

Hola.
Halloween is approaching.

Typically this holiday holds minimal importance for me.
However, this year... it seems like I see it everywhere.
Like people are going out of their way to make this holiday a very involved and eventful one.

And to that I say... yea, okay.

Although, in the last few years I've noticed a trend.
Since I began a visual journal I have used halloween stickers to represent clients.
Ghosts, zombies, vampires, werewolves... they're all quite appropriate for their behaviors (which I definitely find humorous!).

So the following are the images from my journals from around this time over the past three years.
And I'll briefly add my own version of their meaning and analysis.
(I can hear the cheers already, "Goody Goody Gumdrops!!")

Year 1: Totally overwhelmed. It was at this point the clients I was working with began causing riots in the houses. It was my first contact with a highly non-functional group dynamic with highly aggressive and hostile teens.
I didn't know how to respond. I felt beaten and traumatized myself.
Hence all of the sad/shocked expressions changed on the stickers and the masses of stickers piled on one another in the second image.
Looking back on it now, this was a very challenging time. One of the only ways I dealt with it was expressing myself through art and acknowledging how helpless I felt in response to them. But it didn't last forever.
As evident in the following years' images.


Year 2: Containment and learning to nurture.
The circle is a symbol of nurturing and the "whole." During this year I was more confident in my approaches with the clients. I felt as though I was beginning to understand their needs and how to help them.
A lot of eyes in the first image suggests feeling watched. Food in the hands of each character in the second represents being fed physically, while the moon represents emotional nurturing.
This was also around the time when I had more support from the staff where I work and there were more Creative Arts Therapists coming on board. The program was expanding at this point.

Year 3: While I've only just created this one I feel like it represents an even more relaxation into my role as an art therapist and my approach to how I help the clients. I will sometimes refer to what I do as "magic" with the kids when they asked me how I knew something. Many of my clients are as wary as they have been in the past, only now I respond with humor and confidence in my experience.
A lot of clients are also very much emotionally younger than their ages and respond more to a playful approach versus systematic and analytic tasks.
Sometimes this playful approach can have negative consequences. I.e. some new clients not taking it as seriously as they should. But I just reinforce behavior standards and be more clear where I need to be.


And... that's it.
As one of my co-workers once said in regards to behaviors... "One time is fine. Two times is notable. And three times is a pattern."

So that's the pattern thus far.
Taking glances back to the beginnings of my journey as an art therapist helps to reinforce the things I've learned.
Which is why a visual journal is important, at least right now.

And for some reason I really enjoy the image of being a scary skeleton with a bottle of "magic potion" telling scared halloweenies "I've been waiting for you!"

Sunday, October 6, 2013

That's all.

As I prepare myself to begin writing in this blog again, there's a couple of things to remember.

The purpose: To delve where no other being as gone before (and coincidentally, no other can!).
(See what I did there? Yep... Star Trek reference as I compared the inner world we all have to space. Only our inner worlds are more exclusive! How bout them apples?!)

Goal 1: Continue the process of accepting and loving myself and others.

Goal 2: Accept

Goal 3: Love

Needs: Quiet reflection/musing time. Computer.

It has occurred to me why I have not felt compelled to write here.
Yes, for obvious reasons of course- moving, working, etc.
However, it wasn't necessarily a lack of time.
Just not the right kind of time.

A recent connection-
Jung developed the concept of introversion and extroversion.
He states there is no such thing as a pure extrovert or introvert, and that most of us are a mixture of both.
For myself, the scale tips a little more on the side of introversion.
For my significant other, the scale tips much more on the side of introversion.
However, we both have our extrovert "its-getting-very-lonely-we-should-see-some-daylight-and-maybe-our-friends" moments.

With that being said, this weekend marks the first in over a month that includes some relaxation time.
Time without social or community obligations. 
Time doing whatever.

Breath of fresh air.

A settling has begun to occur which has been vitally needed.

In other words:
Thank god we finally got some balance up in this bitch!

That's all...


That's all.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Reflections of self

I have this ongoing vision or story in my head- and I've written it out periodically in this blog.

It seems that at different times, I get inspired to do more writing about it. Like the story's kind of unfolding as I go along this path.

The last place I left off Terin was lost in a large cave, that didn't seem to have an end. A beautiful cave, but the more he wandered looking for a way out, the more he realized he was just entering back into the same room he left.

From there I think he would have finally gotten to a door and been able to walk back out, into the forest and see the same shack he had come across at the beginning of the story. This time, a little less shabby. Maybe the walkway leading up to the shack was a little more worn, the roof wasn't in such disrepair.

Upon knocking, he still waited and listened and heard small rumblings becoming louder until the door was opened again by the hairy figure.

For me- as the fabricator of the story- it has occurred to me that the character of the hairy figure has transformed...

The first time I envisioned this particular character it was in a dream- and I believe I wrote about it.
I saw it as a tarlike, quivering animal or ball of blackness sitting on the doorstep of a house I used to live in. When I went to comfort it, it struck out at me.

Since then, this character has developed into a figure- hunched over, covered in thick matted hair.
And as I'm sitting here, able to imagine more to this story- I begin to see this character is only a reflection of a neglected and abused part of myself.

I haven't been able to do much artwork recently, but I think I may need to create an image of it.





On a entirely different note, I believe things are coming full circle in that I am now supervising a 1st year art therapy student.
Yesterday was her first day.
She's in for an intense trip.

But aren't we all? 


Friday, September 27, 2013

Questions without answers


A day full of questions... both personal and professional.

Is it possible for me to go to India.. to volunteer for a community center that offers a safe place for women and children? Would it be possible for me to experience that and not just dream it?

Why is it so frustrating when some kids really need my help- I find myself bored and scared of my reactions to their artwork, and other kids I need to stay away from, I find myself sucked in by their manipulating behaviors? I know how I will react to both situations and yet I find myself being lulled into my default response regardless.

Why am I so sensitive to disrespect? Mostly other professionals that appear to purposefully disregard the potency of my work? Why does it matter so much?

How can I become so entranced by so many areas of life? Science, religion, politics, art, the earth and environmental activism, conservation, social justice? Why do I feel so motivated to direct my energy and passions into ALL of them, at ONCE? And how can I begin to choose between them?

What kind of book will I write?

How can one person possibly feel so much love for others and yet not accept it back from them?

What will it be like to listen to the favorite music of my deceased family? Will it be as moving as it seems like it might be in my mind and in my heart?

Can pills change you as a person? Will my significant other "lose" me? Or will the pills quiet my mind and give me peace from a rush of worries and questions- like these?

Will I be a good supervisor to my intern? Will I push her too hard as I am want to do?

When will I be able to relax in my home without the view of boxes or random odds and ends staring back at me?

Will I make the decisions today that guide me on the path of becoming the person I want to be?

The connection

Monday, September 23, 2013

One step to another

Ever since I was a teenager, I had an idea of what kind of job I would find fulfilling in life.
I just never thought anyone would actually pay me to do it.

Well, here I am. Doing what I love for a living.
Helping others change their lives.

Ever since I entered into my master's program I felt like a change was coming on the horizon.
I felt like the world (the United States and its education system) had suppressed the creative capacities of their students so much that the only way out was up.
After all, when something is put under pressure for so long- the inevitable end is an explosion.

And that's what I see, day in and day out.
I hear and read and watch story after story of such massive and unsustainable inequality that it sickens me.
It saddens me, angers me, hurts me.

This image is from a TV show I've been watching recently.
It's an old British comedy about the political system and the plot of many of the shows are the obstruction of meaningful, common sense ideas for common citizens by an ancient system. 

I always thought of myself as politically neutral growing up.
I reserved my thoughts for myself (if I even had any on any one particular subject) out of fear that I might not be accepted by those around me if I spoke.
I still have fear, only now the fear is of the outcome if I remain silent.

Silence is so easy.
Indifference is easy.
The process of changing the problems and finding solutions is difficult.
Why would you want to do that?
That only makes a person miserably uncomfortable.

Well the dissonance isn't going away.
And it won't go away unless I do something about it.
Ignoring it is no longer an option.

I think I've decided to take my preparation into action.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Thursday, August 29, 2013

They got insurance for that kinda thing, right?

CHAOS has ensued!!

However, the point has been driven home that no matter how prepared you are to move- something will always pop up out of no where.

1) Days prior to our moving- Last Thursday actually, our landlord also informed us that they made a mistake and wanted us to move out on Sunday the 25th, instead of our scheduled Wednesday because they told the new tenants that they could move in on the 28th and they needed to paint. Brilliant!! Needless to say they couldn't find a moving co. to replace ours- so they just had to deal.

2) The deal ended up being that we'd get the keys early- move out by morning/mid-afternoon. ... The movers ended up being late so we had to literally move our furniture around the rooms so the maintenance men could paint... Kind of insane.

3) It stormed, selectively, as we were moving our shit.  

4) (And here's the kicker). The gas man came (at 10:30am) to change our meter... discovered a giant ass gas leak in our building that necessitated an emergency crew to be present all day and jackhammer through something till about 8 o'clock. Freakin sweet!! How did this not get found out till recently, you ask? No clue, lol!
p.s. He also notified my landlord co. that my stove needed an emergency shut off switch to be up to code. The range was ancient, so thanks to him the building, nor our apartment will burst into flames!! So AWESOME JOB City Gas Worker man!

p.p.s. Despite that I'm glad I increased our renter's insurance.

After all that- I stopped being surprised. And everything just got a lot easier.
End result:
Plus side-
Bigger place.
New stove.
Found towels and toilet paper. 

Bad side-
I now live in between towers of boxes and random objects that may or may not be necessary to everyday existence.
No outlet covers, so our risk of dying by electrocution has increased.


Again- I'm glad I got some insurance to cover that.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Reflection & Gratitude

The process of moving belongings from one place to another brings up a lot of different issues, as you might expect.

For myself in particular, I've moved many many times. And the process does seem to get easier in some ways, but more difficult in others.
I.e. the logistics of filling a box with an appropriate weight and balance vs. once again feeling uprooted and an indefinable loss.

Don't get me wrong.
I love having a clean slate.
And there's something oddly satisfying seeing a house full of boxes.
We get the keys to the new place this afternoon... but I won't hold my breath.
 ________________________________________

Terin stepped into a clearing. A tall grassed meadow. Trees hung low at the edges, as if some kind of unseen power kept them from intruding into the lovely place. Peaceful place. The sun had only just begun its ascent, peaking over the trees into the overgrown grassy field and filled his vision with a sense of belonging. This was where he was supposed to be.
________________________________________

Also T-6 days until I visit my family down south.


What else can you say about transitions like this one?
That it feels like I may be one step closer to finding the place I can finally make a home?
Living in flux takes a toll, but it seems necessary to some degree.
That we're sowing our seeds and have crops to look forward to.
Not now, but later.

This year will be the final year we live in the city.
The first year was spent in chaos.
We hated the fact you could hear people talking right outside our bathroom window on the street...
The dumpsters sat right outside our first floor windows as well, which added an aromatherapy to match our shitty attitudes.
My partner was depressed to find only one job that called back, for 8$ an hour, part time, after having earned a Master's level education....

Then we got a little more used to it.
We moved, to a 4th floor apartment.
And although the dumpsters were still close... the air was much cleaner.
We had a balcony this time, with a view of downtown.
So we stayed for 3 years.
And in these years we've changed quite a bit.
We maximized our opportunities and began taking advantage of our time here, rather than hating every minute of it.

So now comes the final year.
I see it as a bell curve.
The peak was my partner deciding the next step of a career, and mine becoming much more manageable.
I'd like to say I have an idea of what might be in store for us, but I'm really not.
I can only speculate.
We have a list of things to do before we leave, and are keeping them in mind per season.
i.e. Apple picking in the fall, holiday displays at the end of the year, festivals, trips that are easier to make given our location.

However, no matter what the next year holds, I know we'll be using the things we've learned along the way and appreciating them with more gratitude and maturity than when we came.
"Gratitude is a twofold love- love coming to visit us and love running to greet a welcome guest." - Henry Van Dyke.

I don't know who Henry is, but this image is a lot like what comes to mind when I read it.
Does this count as expressing my gratitude?
I don't know, but I'll do it some more anyway.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Neuroblast

There have been some really great things I've found lately in regards to art and creativity- and this is one.

Imagine watching a brain in a fMRI scanner while in conversation with someone.
Lights popping up in random places.

THEN,
Imagine watching it as it creates artwork.
Like a 4th of July fireworks show...

Now... I'm just making that up.
I actually don't know what it looks like.
But this article gives you a pretty good idea.

Neuroscience of Creativity



SO.. the creative process activates more of the brain. 
You'd think more people might get on this boat in terms of helping people with mental health needs (the type matters little).
And not even people with mental health needs (although EVERYONE needs to keep in touch with what they need mentally) - but people in general.
American society cutting artistic endeavors all across the board... no wonder I have a job!
People are freakin starving themselves....

There's going to be another Renaissance... I can feel it in my bones.

 Now... back to bureaucratic bullshit...

P.S. Moving sucks ass.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Angels in the colors of the rainbow.

Nothing too deep and mysterious today.

Some days need to be light.

Where the heck can I buy gumdrops?
Did they fall off the face of the earth or something?

I tried having my clients build sculptures out of marshmallows and toothpicks and it failed.
However, using old gumdrops- they were able to do it.
So where do I buy more? And the ones without the sugar coating?
Do I use gummy bears instead?
They'd be stabbing them in the stomach? Head?
Is that the kind of message I want to send?

However, I'm taking a wild guess, but I think kids in general... really really like taking frustration out of things.
And just because it's not something that I might not find cathardic ($10 psychology word for "feels good") doesn't mean they won't.

Eh... I still don't really like the idea of them dismembering and torturing gummy bears... Is that just my own problem though? That shouldn't keep me from facilitating a task that the kids could find beneficial...


Meanwhile... the question that I often find myself wondering is whether or not it is helpful to act out our aggressive impulses onto objects? (Wait... that's kind of an art therapist's job, isn't it?)
Does it just seem negative to the person who is witnessing it and feeling uncomfortable?
In my head, I believe so.


For anyone, especially teenagers, the ability to control their surroundings is something they struggle with intensely.
It's a natural part of development. We begin the process around the age of two with potty training (or so says the psychoanalysts who trained me).
Exercising that control- or control over others may be what these kids need more of.
Especially considering they are in a treatment facility that controls them much more so than many other places they've lived.
And when you consider that children a) need structure to feel safe and develop appropriately and b) these adolescents have grown up without that structure and therefore have stagnated developmentally (and emotionally)... They might need more structure, even if it means holding them down so they don't leave so they can get it- which many parents won't or can't do. (It's kind of an ugly job, but once the kids test those boundaries a few times, they usually get the picture.)

However,
Giving them things to appropriately project onto, exercise control over and manipulate can help channel the impulses into something other than people. Because projecting onto, controlling or manipulating people can harm relationships.

(WHAT? I KNOW! Contrary to the popular belief, if someone THINKS you are trying to control them, they generally won't like you. Now... if they don't think, or don't think you are trying to control them, it gets a lot easier and they will still like you. Hence politics.)

But anyway, these kids need as many positive and healthy relationships they can get.

So basically this whole thing was a pep talk in the therapeutic application of gummy bears. 

Another important question is whether or not the gummy bears knew this the entire time, and if they are happy because they can be of some happy assistance in this sick sad world?
I like to think so.
Like kamikaze pilots for the sake of happiness.
God bless them... every one.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Dank, dirty and wet

There is an entirely different way of living if you live alone.

I've never had the opportunity to do so.
My significant other and I met young and so it was just a hop, skip and a jump from family home, to dorms with roommates to living together.
And as long as we've been together, there have been very few times in which I have had the opportunity to be the sole provider of my own nourishment, hygiene and entertainment.

I gotta say... It's pretty fucking nice.

I have COMPLETE CONTROL.
Which is a good thing if you tend to lean in that personality direction to begin with.

In these situations you literally have to ask yourself-
What do I want?
What do I need?
And the only one you need to consult is... yourself, for any of these answers.

I can imagine this lifestyle would ensure a certain amount of maturity.
However, there are people who are better at it than others...
Taking care of themselves, rather.

Me?
I'm not the BEST at it.
These little fruit fly fuckers for instance.
(And this is one of the most benign images I found. So if you feel like gagging- by all means, google fruit flies or any other undesirable household insect). 
WHERE THE HELL DO THEY COME FROM!!
It's like they freaking arrive from NO WHERE and decide to host Tango Night on the tomato laying on the counter.
They're taking advantage of my irresponsibility!! WTF!

So... if I'm considering this in a whole picture kind of way-

Are there any fruit fly fuckers in the dank dark recesses of my SOUL?  ? That just sounds disgusting...
Ones that arrive when the environment changes? When things get shifted around?
And not completely unlike the dust bunnies coalescing and developing a strategy to attack via allergic air strike because I moved the furniture?

Look, so if you haven't gathered by now, my apartment is a mess.
Yes, I've cleaned it a little- mostly to keep the fruit flies out.
But I'll freely admit, I'm not the cleanest person alive.

However, I would like make an observation (that my co-workers have as well).
As I began cleaning out and reorganizing my apartment, my desk at work became deplorable.

This week? My desk is the most organized it's been since I got it a YEAR ago.

All I'm saying is that it seems an awful lot like plugging up one hole in a boat, only to find another one springing up a few feet away. 


(See what I did there? Eh? Political cartoon... yea...)
So is that how this soul searching stuff works too?
Are we always juggling aspects of our lives and when any one holds our attention for too long the others suffer in one way or another?

It may be.
It reminds me of a story I heard once.

A professor is giving a lecture on time management.
He fills a jar with large stones and asks the audience if it's full.
They reply yes.
He then adds a bag of pebbles to the top and asks again.
They get the picture and say no.
He says correct, and pours in sand to the top.
He asked again, and they respond no.
The professor then adds water until the jar is completely filled.

The point? You would not be able to fill the jar with the same materials if you did not add the large stones first.
In the story the professor likened these to family, health, friends, passion, goals.
So if you have the big things-  the little things will take care of themselves and fall into place.

So there you have it.
Big picture stuff.

Kinda goes back to Maslow's hierarchy of needs.
There's not a whole lot of self-actualizing going on if you're starving and sleep deprived. Although I'm sure I could find someone who disagrees.

I would imagine living alone just makes a lack of those large stones more pronounced.
Like if you didn't have family or friends around... 

*sigh*
All this boils down to one thing...

But not tonight, because the plane lands in about 45 minutes...

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Meldings













Now- on the surface, this is great. I think, "Wonderful! I'll just put in all this inspirational stuff! Only positive stuff allowed!! No negative stuff!! HAH, I'm BRILLIANT!"














It almost makes me sad.
These are things that I feel can be helpful to think about. IF people actually stop and think.

But these images that initially have meaning, get altered by our continual use and abuse of them which therefore turns them into... almost into something that is as repulsive as a "rotten melon that nobody wanted sitting in the back of the market" (Pinky, from Animaniacs).

Wait- here's a story.
Apparently it was Carl Jung's favorite, which is totally appropriate for this blog-


"The water of life, wishing to make itself known on the face of the earth, bubbled up in an artesian well and flowed without effort or limit. People came to drink of the magic water and were nourished by it, since it was so clean and pure and invigorating. But humankind was not content to leave things in this Edenic state. Gradually they began to fence the well, charge admission, claim ownership of the property around it, make elaborate laws as to who could come to the well, put locks on the gates. Soon the well was the property of the powerful and the elite. The water was angry and offended; it stopped flowing and began to bubble up in another place. The people who owned the property around the first well were so engrossed in their power systems and ownership that they did not notice that the water had vanished. They continued selling the nonexistent water, and few people noticed that the true power was gone. But some dissatisfied people searched with great courage and found the new artesian well. Soon that well was under control of the property owners, and the same fate overtook it. The spring itself to yet another place- and this has been going on throughout recorded history."

This story relates specifically to dogmatic religion and the search people go on to seek meaningful and fulfilling spirituality.
But isn't that the way things always pan out?
Take governmental structuring for instance (and granted there will be plenty of people who disagree with me) but both communism and democracy end up with the rich getting richer and "power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely" (Thank you Lord Acton).

And I do believe it's true, that absolute power corrupts those who wield it.

I see it almost every day, on a smaller scale. See the faces and hear stories of instances in which the control and responsibility of the life of a human being (parenthood) was manipulated, abused and neglected for personal gain, satisfaction or pleasure.

Why should we assume that the human beings who wield wealth and power over us are incapable of falling victim to the same corruption that all human beings would, if not for a thin abstract notion of integrity and an understanding of what it really means to hold power over others?
It's human nature. Period.
Given certain circumstances- these are the flaws of human kind and they will render themselves problematic in one form or another.
AND given the cyclical nature of everything on this earth, it shall balance itself out again, in one form or another.
Marie Antoinette's rolling head can testify to that.
At least in the governmental arena.
And I'm not sure if I'd like to be around for the crumbling and reorganization process, but I have a feeling there won't be much of a choice... it's already kind of happening as we speak.

How do I know this?
I'm looking around- observing...


There have been little tidbits rolling around and collecting in my little head.
Things I hear, see, and feel over and over again that begin to take root. Ideas converging. Little neurons, dendrites and synapses forming in my little brain and conjoining- the chemistry of my brain being augmented by the environment.

SO...What are these things?
Well things in my Facebook newsfeed of course!

Platitudes and news- good things, bad things. Worrying things, inspiring things.

A song by one of my significant other's favorite bands, and its video.
It's blurry at first, but artistically significant of a great white and killer whale playing with and consuming its prey. 
Beady Eye- Flick of the Finger
And a monologue at the end that draws me in:

"Don't be deceived when our revolution has been finally stamped out, and they pat you eternally on the shoulder and say that there's no inequality worth speaking of and no more reason for fighting. Because if you believe them they will be completely in charge, in their marble homes and granite banks from which they rob the people of the world under the pretense of bringing them culture.
Watch out.
For as soon as it pleases them they'll send you out to protect their gold in wars whose weapons rapidly developed by servile scientists will become more and more deadly. Until they can, with a flick of the finger, tear a million of you to pieces."

And a video that  teacher friend of mine shared, and despite the date (December of last year) it remains relevant because the answer has yet to be addressed.
The 99%

So...

Perhaps - perhaps it will be all of these little things... all of them combined.

The rumors. The stories. The seemingly meaningless experiences of every day life.
Whether they are true or not. 
The little videos that add up on our newsfeeds that slowly change our brain chemistry, synapse by synapse that will eventually lead to action and alter our surroundings, in one way or another.
It's really all about the process. The journey.
We're not at our destination yet. We're not at the transformational stage.
Will it be a massive global revolution to adjust to a sustainable homeostasis for our societies?
Perhaps.
We won't know until it's complete. 
In the meantime, we're still cooking, boiling, simmering...

But it will change... that's for certain.

It all changes.
 

Aaaaaaaaand...






Friday, August 9, 2013

Watered down jelly.

There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way who nods at them and says “Morning boys, how’s the water?” And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes, “What the hell is water?”

I've had this video/speech on my mind for a while and I think it sums up a lot. Not only of what it means to be an adult, but a mindful human being. 

This is water.

And then I saw this video... about jelly beans.

The jellied life.

The common thread?

I just had lunch and now I'm hungry again.