Oct 032013
 

Illustration by Anna Dittmann

We must give the story of our misfortunes a home. This always seeking to start anew, to cover our eyes and elude some pain, eventually only makes refugees of our wounds. They follow at our heels and seep into the background life of every Love. They become the distant, tenacious ache which howls with a silent mantra of unBelonging. We must remember and be willing to say their name. We must house our displacements, gather them close and feed them with our remembering until they acquiesce as the great allies that they are.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A writer, artist and tender of dreams, Toko-pa has been interviewed by CNN News & BBC Radio and her writing has appeared in publications around the world. Thanks to Skype, she works with dreamers internationally in her Private Dreamwork practice, based on Salt Spring Island in Canada. You can find Toko-pa on Facebook or sign up for her mailing list to receive news about upcoming events.
 

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  6 Responses to “Giving Misfortune a Home”

  1. Amen

  2. Every time I close my eyes a monstrous shadow beast comes in front of my eyes and ruins every attempt of my Active Imagination or mere contemplation. I have started to call it Mr. Terror… it is so overwhelmingly horrific I don’t know what to do with it. I think I will build him a small house next to my wobbly shack.

    :))))))))))))) A big smile to you.

    • You may joke, Angelino – but I think that is an excellent idea! Maybe welcoming Mr. Terror in some ritualised way like that may give you some courage to look upon him. Sending love, Toko-pa

      • I is no joke, Toko-pa. After Mr. Terror being on my doorstep day and night for so many years, I have been encouraged, by reading your posts and doing some research on my own, to welcome him and ask for blessing and help.
        I will see how it goes from here. It is no easy job, though.

        Cheers 🙂

  3. So very appropriate for this time…the shadow is purging, demanding to be seen and heard. My mantra has been, “my Heart is strong enough to handle all this pain, love it, love it all!!” , letting it be expanded inch by inch, to eventually merge with its source, “all these broken hearts flying…” remembering who we truly are.

  4. <3 so so true, dear Toko-pa

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