So many people struggle with illnesses, with isolation, with longing with loneliness.. These are not topics we hear a lot about in general life, its thought that if you are longing or lonely there is some kind of ‘fix’ and this can be a denial of true reality how it can feel to be so achingly alone and suffer in your body on a daily basis..
For myself lately I have tried not to long as much for what does not seem to be naturally coming, I feel sad at times at giving up on those who were also very lonely and longing but unable to speak of it.. I know not how to make sense of a great deal of it lately, I would rather not get preoccupied on the mental level about all of this when the underground currently lately always seems to run far far deeper than it is possible to describe in words..
So lately I feel that my words fall short and I am more silent, I am going for more walks but even as my body aches at times I know it always carries the truth and will not be betrayed.. I wonder too how we sacrifice our animal bodies so easily to feed on spiritual ideas which can provide some relief for sure but are not able to be of use in fullfilling the desire of that earthly grounded part of us..
The stoics say we must accept the harsh reality and not use our imagination to deny and then others speak about how suffering or our unfulfilled desires, longings and disappointments, may provide a doorway into the world of soul where we can, through our imaginative and creative pursuits make something beautiful of it.. reading recently a very powerful poem on loneliness this struck me particularly strongly today.. we can long and long at times for a comfort seemingly denied us and then at times it seems the only way to cope is to shift that longing onto another level or surrender it completely or at least find some way to give the pain or longing an expression or voice.. When this happens it resonates for many who in lacking the words truly will resonate with the words and images of those who with great skill find a way to describe the inner reality (at times exquisitely painful) of their very real lived experience.