I used to hate laughing. Not any laugh, but a joyous laugh, with others, that lets my spirit free for a brief moment. I hated it because in the millisecond that I began to almost laugh, something inside would realize that if I began, that moment would soon end, and the laugh would be over, and the joy would be gone. Everything felt contrived, unfamiliar, far. I found the connection between myself and others through the lens of Myth and embracing what humans share rather than what divides us - these things are told through all forms of Storie. I want to follow and embrace others’ lives through that lens of Myth way I do mine.
I am interested in this strength of Myth and Storie because in the end, it is those things that saved me, mixed with the indebted support from loved-ones, that pulled me out of a spiraling hole of mental instability and an out-of-touch-reality so deep that each new doctor gave up on me for a decade, passing my case on, within or without a hospital.
I find it fascinating this contrast we all seem to have an unspoken agreement to almost ignore, because to bring it to the forefront would be to shatter our reality and our way of going about this Thing called Life. The contrast I speak of, is the one between the world of the physiological/anatomical, and that of the spiritual/emotional/psychological--we have many names for this – the world of our experiences.
Though we are 'simply' a labyrinth of intricate vessels and veins, we are also pain and grateful joy. Though we are cartilage, exquisitely formed by the alchemy of Nature, we are also the richness that comes with age and with living Life.
Beneath our consciousness we are so much and yet something do seemingly unrelated - Beneath our Humanity, our Stories, we are just Blood, Sinew, Synapse, Myth, Bone.
