Dear Kitten Has Lost Her

Dr. Diepold used to coax the strongest part of me out by saying, “Here kitty, kitty, kitty.” It always made me laugh, which was the whole point.

Cat is the nickname for the part of my personality system that always came so the rescue when things got really bad.

At first there were about 5 separate cats; there was fun cat, sex cat, sun cat, and I can’t remember the others. They were just cat-like helpers.

Like all the different parts, or compartmentalized aspects of personality, Cat was formed in trauma.

Stepfather did something exceptionally cruel to a kitten as a way to tease me when I was little and it caused a split. I was already fractured by then, so it was something I was getting good at.

If there was trauma, no problem, I knew how to make it all go away. The problem is that solving trauma by splitting only works temporarily. It actually compounds the real problem. Imagine having a blender that you used to chop up a tomato. It works great for the first one. But if one keeps using it over and over, adding tomatoes and carrots and watermelon and never cleaning the blender or actually using the produce more than a spoonful at a time, guess what happens.

I had no control over the chaos so my brain made it all unreal; I’d turn everything into a cartoon. People get killed and mutilated in cartoons yet the band plays on through peals of laughter, and that is kind of what my brain did because there was nothing else I could do.  I didn’t consciously decide to create a cartoon-like experience, it happen spontaneously.

This is where I think the Fourier Transforms, which act as a sort of centrifuge, might come into action. In my case, it seems as though a switch was flipped and my brain did its magic to whirl apart the components of the experience, but instead of reconstituting it exactly as it was, the experience became something easier for a child to live with and a cartoon land sprang up. Boing.

So, the first Cat was the version I used to call Fun Cat because she was and is strong and has developed past her immediate function into a fun loving jokester who loves science and language and is just plain playful. She does not go into cartoon land anymore, but if there are ever any signs of that happening I know to call for help because it means the situation is dangerous.

Sun Cat’s special ability was to close her eyes and bask in warm places. I’m not sure how that started–something to do with the meat locker where stepfather hurt the little kitten that day, but I don’t know and I don’t want to know the actual trauma.  All that matters is that cats like to close their eyes and stay warm in sunny places. I could do that. It made me feel far away and dreamy; I could float like a dust moat.

Sex Cat is easy to figure out. Enough said.

These days there is a mostly integrated version of all the different parts. It took a lot of heart work. (Notice I didn’t say hard work.)

Living through the trauma was hard. The kind of work that healed me was tender and loving.

Dr Diepold did what he could, and it was a lot. He brought all the fragments into the open and helped me get a functioning work force together. But it didn’t keep me out of the hospital.

I met Elaine Prendergast Paulson during one of the hospital stays. She made a difference right away and appealed to the yogi in me. I had been doing yoga since I was 12, so at 35 I was more than ready for a therapist who could teach yoga as a part of recovery also.

She used another mind/body modality that was extremely helpful and that was called Focusing, developed by Eugene Gendlen.

There is much to be learned about how the body splits or compartmentalizes traumatic events. One of the things I hope to explore, based on little more than  armchair physics and from my felt sense of what it is like to switch into an altered state, my bet is on Fourier Transforms to explain or to help us discover an organic mechanism within the body/brain that accomplishes this feat at the speed of light. And I believe heartfelt mindfulness will restore wholeness.

Today I had a minor setback because I thought I had screwed up a really fantastic opportunity to work with two highly talented writers and genuinely cool people. I spiraled in the FT blender but came out laughing with a funny blues song.

It gets easier. If I lose my sense of humor I can just say, “Here kitty, kitty, kitty.”

Meow.

Please look for upcoming post on the Fourier Transforms and the Mind of the Heart as I delve into the phenomenon that makes it possible for human beings to withstand unimaginable trauma in imaginative ways. 

River of Love (or Mercy)

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This is a song for my grandson, for his birthday–and a good song to sing to start your day off on a positive note.

There is a river of love

In my blood in my blood

that flows like thunder from a holy mountain.

I sing gratitude at the break of dawn for my

strong bones, brave heart, to live my life like a work of art;

I sing to the light to the misty bright to the love that makes me mighty.

Gonna walk the walk of mercy

gonna talk the talk of mercy

gonna be be your friend

gonna lend a hand gonna be the one you can count on.

yeah!

Repeat x3 (put your hands on your heart while you sing this part.)

Sure Was Long

That’s what she said.

Ok. This is no joking matter! I worked on a blog post this morning and yes, it was pretty awful. But I could have fixed it. It was self serving, sort of, but not really. It only seemed that way at first glance, like a lot of my stuff. I write about myself because that is all I know. I am not an expert at anything else. So I use myself, usually as the bad example. Then I show how I have learned from my …experiences.

Which is what I am doing now.

I read the (now deleted) post to mom, who had encouraged me to share the Boa Constrictor Story in the first place and all she said was, “It sure was long.”

So. Back to the drawing board. But not till I kick a few cans down the road and feel just a wee bit sorry for myself.

Original Songs

I had not been singing. There were several reasons and none of them worth going into right now. They would all bring you down and that is not the intention of this post.

This morning, after finally getting a good night’s sleep, I woke up feeling like a human being. I took care of the dogs and cat and made coffee. I checked my email, blinked my eyes and did some of Mark Beat’s exercises to create a little space for my soul to stretch out.

And finally, after what seemed like a million years, (but really was only a couple of weeks,) I began to sing. The Hindu mantra Har Haray Hari seemed to well up from the core of my being and spill into musical notes to fill the room, the whole house with happy song. I knew the chant had reached a ripe point when suddenly all the animals were especially quiet and listening. you can tell when someone is really listening. Even if a person, or an animal in this case, is quiet, there is an inaudible noise they make when they are not really listening. Then, when they tune in to what you are saying or singing there is a tangible kinetic difference in the space between singer and listener.

I can’t just say there is a change in the room, because I believe this change can be experienced in any distance as long as a connection has been made. Maybe it occurs in the morphic fields that Rupert Sheldrake speaks of.

The dogs, and Pascal, the cat, seemed to appreciate their morning concert, and I appreciated a receptive audience. I was so happy I baked a crustless pumkin pie and brewed a little more coffee to stretch the morning out a little longer.

I am looking forward to the day ahead in the way I use my eyes to connect to the points of the room in the 8-point anchoring exercise that Mark teaches. I connect with the day ahead: I love the day ahead and create a space of love bewteen where I am now and where I am headed.

May I walk in grace. May I feel true gratitude for everything that crosses my path. May I think before I act and may i act with mindful intention to keep myself in tune and singing so that others may remember that they are music too and that our lives are all original songs.