I love your metaphor of radio noise. I have clear memories of stations impossible to tune perfectly - the signal was too weak and noise too strong. And thus the strong signals were such a relief - just the music or talk with no static. It’s easy to think of those stations as versions of myself. Thank you for this memorable image!
Thank you so much, Tara. It feels like a fading memory, doesn't it, that embodied experience of tuning in to find the right station. We used this metaphor in my group program this week and spoke about that 'aahhhhh' feeling in the body when you arrived at the right frequency (and tuned out the static, as you say). We don't have an equivalent any more, I don't think, which is sad.
But yes! I agree we have many stations to our being...
My fingers are tightening now in the old position. Talk about “fine motor” movements. I wonder if we learned to be editors by tuning radio dials. Fine, finer, finest. Bonsai for teens. :-)
I love your metaphor of radio noise. I have clear memories of stations impossible to tune perfectly - the signal was too weak and noise too strong. And thus the strong signals were such a relief - just the music or talk with no static. It’s easy to think of those stations as versions of myself. Thank you for this memorable image!
Thank you so much, Tara. It feels like a fading memory, doesn't it, that embodied experience of tuning in to find the right station. We used this metaphor in my group program this week and spoke about that 'aahhhhh' feeling in the body when you arrived at the right frequency (and tuned out the static, as you say). We don't have an equivalent any more, I don't think, which is sad.
But yes! I agree we have many stations to our being...
My fingers are tightening now in the old position. Talk about “fine motor” movements. I wonder if we learned to be editors by tuning radio dials. Fine, finer, finest. Bonsai for teens. :-)
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Both of the books in this post had a great influence on me. Thank you for reminding me of them.
Oh, I'm glad you liked them too. They're such classics, aren't they? My copy of Bird By Bird is so worn after so much use over all these years.