tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post7371930932436941743..comments2023-07-17T23:10:02.228+10:00Comments on Discombobula: Despair and BlissSuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01122659239039900398noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-32045271266928844152013-06-25T10:26:34.395+10:002013-06-25T10:26:34.395+10:00It's everythingIt's everythingSuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01122659239039900398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-10084621886524739982013-06-25T10:25:20.949+10:002013-06-25T10:25:20.949+10:00Acceptance.
Is this the loneliest and most misund...Acceptance.<br /><br />Is this the loneliest and most misunderstood word?<br /><br />To accept, really accept, can build bridges, forge true friendships, is understanding without judgement, can enable people to heal and live healthier (mind and body) lives.<br /><br />Whatever the reason, whatever the consequences, acceptance = unconditional love. Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16023748614942747415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-43728663932134151412013-06-25T09:23:29.268+10:002013-06-25T09:23:29.268+10:00I love that, Keechy - the orcs of despair. It is ...I love that, Keechy - the orcs of despair. It is bloody hard to do, isn't it. <br /><br />Sometimes the memory of the strawberries is enough to keep you hanging on. For those who don't, I feel sad for them but understanding at the same time. I think anyone who has felt these depths understands why people go through with it. Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01122659239039900398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-79012097668754293072013-06-24T16:47:59.825+10:002013-06-24T16:47:59.825+10:00I guess if I were to drag the analogy to its ultim...I guess if I were to drag the analogy to its ultimate idea for me, sometimes we can't see the strawberries because we are suffering too much, but that doesn't mean we won't see them later, or even that someone will come along and rescue us or we'll find a foothold for ourselves to climb up with. Having said that, I would never judge anyone's right to let go of the vine because I've come close myself. But one of the ways I have kept from that point is to keep looking for strawberries no matter how small. And yes when the chemicals and chronic infections bring in the orcs of despair to shoulder aside the mice and start on the vines with their axes, it is bloody hard to do. Keechyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13508060247369251383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-26841063937075326372013-06-23T11:28:12.185+10:002013-06-23T11:28:12.185+10:00Thank you, Susan. It sprung out of several things ...Thank you, Susan. It sprung out of several things - the fact that both of these spaces have encompassed my week (and when I am in each space, it feels like I will never get out). And no, I don't think I'm bipolar. And it also sprung out of someone I am estranged from who has tried once again to unsuccessfully kill themselves. So it created a strange sort of space. The things that are most painful spawn the most poetic pieces of writing, don't they :)<br /><br />Ooh, sounds like a fertile and productive Death Cafe. And an interesting take on that story (which I haven't heard before).<br /><br />Yes. And though we are individualised beings who believe we are not affected by our culture, we are, even if it's just by osmosis. And if that culture tells us there are no strawberries in particular places and that you're a pathetic piece of poo for being there, then you may very well not see the strawberries. Suehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01122659239039900398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4879615387850345622.post-63911147977338944592013-06-23T00:40:31.921+10:002013-06-23T00:40:31.921+10:00This is a beautifully, poetically written post. A...This is a beautifully, poetically written post. At our Death Cafe last weekend, the conversation unexpectedly lingered around the topic of suicide, and it was quite a rich discussion. One woman brought up a story I hadn't thought about in a while - the Zen tale of the guy being chased by a tiger (do you know this story?) He ends up hanging from the side of a cliff holding onto a vine, and the tiger is below him waiting for him to fall, while above him he notices that mice are chewing through the vine. Then he looks over and notices a strawberry growing and picks it and eats it and thinks, "How sweet it is!"<br /><br />The woman's point in telling the story (and an angle I hadn't approached it from before) is that unless we have a strawberry, there is perhaps no reason to keep hanging onto the vine. Susan Carpenter Simshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13566372904106529839noreply@blogger.com