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On this feeling
Far Far Away
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I suppose when it comes upon humans (in American culture) we call it depression or sadness or loneliness.
Because I began to know it when I was born I know it is very old — primary — ancient.
Nature thrives on this feeling — not needing humans (as we do as members of a social species).
Humans fear this feeling. Being alone as we evolved meant death.
Huddle together
Use fire — keep it away
Wide empty spaces know it
Whirling strong winds know it
Wolves know it and sing it and humans run away
Group together in towns and cities
Humans want to forget this feeling exists — or ever did.
I was formed in it. Trapped in it. Lost in it as if lost in the twilight of time itself.
I always hope someone will find me there — not to rescue me. Just to make contact that I can feel.
Sometimes I meet people and I feel contacted, connected. Something happens and I know this was a mirage, not real — and it is gone again.
This feeling has a sound
Far Far Away — like feeling creation, infinity as it is happening.
All things and no things combined.
It comes with every snow flake falling.
Do you know this sound?
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Stop the Storm 
Far, far away. This is a poem. Love to you.
Thank you. My soul has recently entered a new stage I don’t understand at the moment – but I long for contact with like souls – and for peace and beauty and quiet. It means a lot to me to have you stop by today! blessings!
I know this sound, Linda. Yes. It is inside me, probably for much of my 58 years. It’s painfully loud in the last four to five years, the time my therapist and I have named: the perfect storm.
I just found your site today. Fascinating to me, “just the right key words” … and pop, here you are. I’m another of us with my trauma-neglect-fed-grown body-mind. Hyphens and quotations marks so often the only ways I am able to come close in words to saying what I mean, so inadequate the English language. So many words beyond inadequate.
I will transcribe this post from you in my journal. It’s that important to find another someone who has written so much about how we are as we are and why. My words here can’t come close to telling you how your words mirror something large for me about me … the too-big, the too-full-too-empty, but not exactly that.
I’ve bookmarked your blog… don’t go away into the sound.
Donna
Oh, Donna! Welcome, welcome, welcome!!! I do believe there is so much healing power in US finding each other! What a feeling reading your comment gave to me! Of course, our infant-childhoods were miserable tragedies – and nothing to celebrate about THAT!
But even so, we CAN celebrate — Here we DAMN are!! Good people, telling the truth, learning the truth — and from THERE I believe we can FINALLY really begin to make sense out of ALL of this!
I spent a large part of my childhood age 7-18 on our Alaskan homestead — only NOW am I beginning to grasp the fact that the feeling-sound is – yes – what I have always called WILD (as in wilderness) — but it is also ancient!!
The mirroring we feel NOW when we find one another is related to the critical mirroring we missed while we were being built — and only lately am I coming to understand that those like me are the ONLY ones who can truly understand our reality.
And yes, the words — ‘gapping’ but so important for us to FIND and/or CREATE!
Hope to hear from you again, and as strange as it might sound — enjoy your visits to my blog!! Linda – alchemynow
Hi again – I am curious to know which search words landed you on Stop the Storm — I certainly understand if this is personal and not public! thanks!
All too well. I make noise of my own, but it’s not the kind of noise people like, so no dice there either!
Smile!
I was thinking also about the sound BETWEEN the notes of music
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It’s so nice (!!) to know I am not alone on this!!!
Yeah, unfortunately.
Lisa