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  1. medium.com/the-writers-reach/w

    Your inner story shapes your voice, choices, and creative direction.

    A personal myth is the inner story a writer uses to make sense of their creative life. It gives direction, meaning, and emotional coherence.

    #personalmythology #myths #writingcommunity #medium #writer #InnerLife

  2. medium.com/the-writers-reach/w

    Your inner story shapes your voice, choices, and creative direction.

    A personal myth is the inner story a writer uses to make sense of their creative life. It gives direction, meaning, and emotional coherence.

    #personalmythology #myths #writingcommunity #medium #writer #InnerLife

  3. WildWords – Lord of the Flies

    The flies come first
    as rumor,

    black letters of punctuation
    in the cellar air,

    small restless witnesses
    to what I have not buried.

    They find the hidden place
    before I do,

    the sweetness gone sour,
    the secret body
    given back to its elements.

    I thought death
    would announce itself
    with trumpets,

    or thunder,

    or at least
    a proper lament.

    But here it is
    in wings,

    in the frantic scripture
    of a thousand tiny bodies

    writing circles
    around the bulb.

    Lord of the flies,
    lord of the unclean corners,
    lord of what ripens
    when I refuse to look,

    you do not create the death.

    You only reveal it.

    You rise from the wound
    and make it audible.

    You gather
    where something has ended
    and been left unnamed.

    So I stand in the basement
    with paper strips hanging
    like sad yellow prayers,

    with poison in the air,
    with a broom in my hand,

    and I know
    this is not only about flies.

    Something in me
    has also gone untended.

    Some old grief
    has softened in the dark.

    Some resentment
    has been born in bitter warmth.

    Some fear
    has bred in the damp boxes
    of the soul.

    And the outer world,
    faithful as a mirror,
    begins to reflect what is within.

    The dead thing calls forth wings.

    The buried thing
    becomes a cloud.

    Lord above,
    but Lord beneath even this,

    teach me to descend
    without disgust,

    to find what has died,
    to name it,
    to remove it,

    to open the window
    where I can,

    to let the clean wind
    do its slow ministry.

    For even the fly
    is a witness,

    even decay
    is a kind of bell,

    even infestation
    can become annunciation

    if it leads me
    to the hidden corpse,

    if it leads me
    to the truth,

    if it leads me
    at last

    to bury what is dead
    and bless what still
    wants to live.

    #basement #basementSymbolism #cleansing #compoundEye #Contemplation #ContemplativePoetry #deadThings #Death #decay #dying #flies #flyVision #gothicReflection #grief #hiddenThings #infestation #innerLife #lordOfTheFlies #Mortality #natureOfDecay #outerWorld #PrayerPoem #renewal #shadowWork #SpiritualReflection #symbolicIllustration #witness
  4. WildWords – Lord of the Flies

    The flies come first
    as rumor,

    black letters of punctuation
    in the cellar air,

    small restless witnesses
    to what I have not buried.

    They find the hidden place
    before I do,

    the sweetness gone sour,
    the secret body
    given back to its elements.

    I thought death
    would announce itself
    with trumpets,

    or thunder,

    or at least
    a proper lament.

    But here it is
    in wings,

    in the frantic scripture
    of a thousand tiny bodies

    writing circles
    around the bulb.

    Lord of the flies,
    lord of the unclean corners,
    lord of what ripens
    when I refuse to look,

    you do not create the death.

    You only reveal it.

    You rise from the wound
    and make it audible.

    You gather
    where something has ended
    and been left unnamed.

    So I stand in the basement
    with paper strips hanging
    like sad yellow prayers,

    with poison in the air,
    with a broom in my hand,

    and I know
    this is not only about flies.

    Something in me
    has also gone untended.

    Some old grief
    has softened in the dark.

    Some resentment
    has been born in bitter warmth.

    Some fear
    has bred in the damp boxes
    of the soul.

    And the outer world,
    faithful as a mirror,
    begins to reflect what is within.

    The dead thing calls forth wings.

    The buried thing
    becomes a cloud.

    Lord above,
    but Lord beneath even this,

    teach me to descend
    without disgust,

    to find what has died,
    to name it,
    to remove it,

    to open the window
    where I can,

    to let the clean wind
    do its slow ministry.

    For even the fly
    is a witness,

    even decay
    is a kind of bell,

    even infestation
    can become annunciation

    if it leads me
    to the hidden corpse,

    if it leads me
    to the truth,

    if it leads me
    at last

    to bury what is dead
    and bless what still
    wants to live.

    #basement #basementSymbolism #cleansing #compoundEye #Contemplation #ContemplativePoetry #deadThings #Death #decay #dying #flies #flyVision #gothicReflection #grief #hiddenThings #infestation #innerLife #lordOfTheFlies #Mortality #natureOfDecay #outerWorld #PrayerPoem #renewal #shadowWork #SpiritualReflection #symbolicIllustration #witness
  5. What is the Meaning of Life? 5/10
There’s a name for the quiet emptiness: acedia.
Not despair—just a dullness of the soul.
A life that looks complete, but feels disconnected. 🌫️
#Acedia #EmotionalHealth #InnerLife

  6. Directed an #acting #coaching client to do a very specific thing for a take, and we learned the direction was way outside the bounds of the material, which clarified, somehow concretely, an inner layer that was not what we had thought it was. Then we discovered new pieces we hadn't found before.

    #ActingCoach #ActingCoaching #actors #InnerLife

  7. "Only the wealth of the soul is true wealth. Everything else brings more inconveniences that gain."

    Lucian (Epigrams 12)

    #autism #actuallyautistic #innerlife #philosophy

  8. Cafh: Let’s always remember that, no matter how broad our knowledge, and how accurate our judgments, there is always something we don’t know and that could overturn or reverse our view of things.
    Recordemos siempre que, por más amplio que sea nuestro conocimiento y acertados nuestros juicios, siempre hay algo que no conocemos y que podría trastocar o revertir nuestra visión de las cosas.

    #cafhglobal.com #cafh.org #meditation #introspection #innerlife

    Image by Jürg Wiederkehr from Pixabay

  9. 🇺🇦 #NowPlaying on #BBC6Music's #LoudAndProud

    Inner Life:
    🎵 I'm Caught Up (In a One Night Love Affair)

    #InnerLife

    djaloneagain.bandcamp.com/trac

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  10. Glance at phone in dark. Oh, 30m before alarm. Calm, quiet.

    Phone under pillow, close eyes, doze.

    Wake to alarm, roll gently out of bed, stand naked, leaning heavily over night table, nose snozzle off, machine off, slowly stand upright.

    Jenga blocks. Spine upright. Stand silent in dark. Run hands over head, shoulders, sides, belly.

    Nothing sensuous in this, just...

    "I am. I am alive. Me. I am a body intact. Still alive. Another day. Alive."

    Then I go get ready for work.

    #InnerLife