Healing of Memory

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 23

 

Swept Away
Manipulated Pen & Ink Line Drawing
by
Elizabeth Crawford

Healing of Memory

Sometimes a muddied moment
emerges from murky waters
of memory.

Dried by brush of fingers
holding stiffened bristles
of remembering.

Cradle it close like small child
of a former self,
listen to its story.

Soothe its woe until it knows
it has been heard
and understood.

Show it how, over time,
one might come to grow, to learn
from its proffered lesson.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/23/2019

Process Notes: Memory has many functions. One of them is to show us where we might stop for a moment and seek to heal moments in which we might have been wounded. Moments in which we might have chosen a response that later becomes a block to our own progress. Had one of those moments yesterday. As soon as I saw this image today, the words began to form. I really didn’t want to go there, but the soul alone knows the path toward wholeness.

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5 Responses to Healing of Memory

  1. Marianne says:

    Your words inspired me to do some soul-searching this morning. And I have decided that memories are caused by choices. Generally, bad choices = bad memories, and vice versa.
    Your images in this poem are so strong, Elizabeth. A thoughtful and introspective piece.

    Thank you Marianne. I’m not always sure that others will understand the manner in which I see things. That’s due to my own history with memories and learning how to work with them. I learned a great deal from a Catholic nun who was a member of a prayer group I once belonged to about thirty-five years ago. And although I agree with you about the matter of choices, it’s also important to figure out who made what choices in the remembered situation/s. The responsibility for change lies with that individual. If it wasn’t us, who made the choice, then our responsibility is different. It is toward ourselves and our own need of healing. And yes, that many times leads to the issue of forgiveness. Am I willing to forgive? Can I find a way to be grateful for the experience and how it affected my own growth process? And sometimes those responses are loaded with levels of meaning. On another note, thank you for finding the introspective element that seems to have become a part of my current process. Bears are the symbol of introspection because they spend months in hibernation, both sleeping and perhaps dreaming. You have just met the bear who occupies a large space in my basement (subconscious mind). His name is JB and he’s very friendly for a bear, lol…

    Elizabeth

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  2. neil reid says:

    Sage, my friend. Maybe like your bear, memories need be treated as wild creatures – respectful affection, taken by their own likes, not our own? I’m coming to take that regard more and more, and not just for bears. Very much like the water reflective aspect of your drawing. Very poetic.

    Thank you very much Neil. And yes, I believe if we approach our memories with that “respectful affection”, they will reveal their purpose and our own inner needs associated with them. Think about that for a moment. We wouldn’t approach a wild creature directly and expect acceptance. One must just sit quietly within their space and let them take the lead, while we prove our trustworthiness. And the same advice applies to this current writing of poetry. I seek out an image and wait for it to speak to me. Some are very quick to respond, others take more time and patience. That only takes place, if we have taken the time to explore and learn how to love this creature called me.

    Elizabeth

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  3. I LOVE that you have an inner bear! My critter is a wolf, as you know.

    Hi Sherry and thank you for your response. Although my Personal Mythology is filled with many wild creatures, JB came in an actual dream. He is a beautiful dark brown Kodiak bear, and was quite confined in my then, small basement. So, I led him out into the open and introduced him to all the others. We, all of us together, have traveled a great distance since then, but I have recently been noticing another very different creature trying to gain my attention. It might be time to think back to how and when I first met her and the significant role she played in my writing career. A while back I asked for a sign and almost missed it. We shall see…

    Elizabeth

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  4. Pamela says:

    Elizabeth,
    Memories, oh, the good, the bad, and the sad. This is beautiful insightful writing. I didn’t know that you had a bear as part of your personal mythology.
    I, myself, have a horse to which I still don’t know her name. I think it’s high time to ask.
    Thanks for writing this.

    Love,
    Pamela

    Pamela, thank you very much. My Personal Mythology has numerous wild creatures. The Tiger named Pain, of course, Raffi, the black wolf, Lilka his mate who is white, Maggie a very restless female tiger, Simon the leopard, Jacob a huge sensuous black panther, two eagles, one named Katherine, the other Beatrice, a mountain lion named Jacobinia, a crow named Jocko, a raven and a huge snowy Owl, and more, including the dragons. And yes, the names are important because names have literal definitions and can help to understand the lessons each one comes to teach. They are guides on our journey through life. More amazing to me is that I have had real life encounters with many of these creatures. On some level, I believe my life has had a magical element that continues to this day. The horse is a symbol of action, and forward movement. She will tell you her name if you just get quiet, breathe deeply, and ask. Let me know if you do. I would definitely like to hear more.

    Elizabeth

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  5. thotpurge says:

    The thought of listening to the story of a muddied moment is so wonderful- that is the clarity of introspection one needs for sure.

    Good to see you here, Rajani. I think anyone who writes on a regular basis, must be of an introspective nature, that or they aren’t paying attention. For me, writing has always been a movement inward. Maybe because I started out simply wanting to see what it was I was saying? See if it had any meaning at all. Took a while to know that, and I’m still exploring the landscape of words. It would seem to be endless. And that makes me feel joy.

    Elizabeth

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