A strange thing...
July 21st 2006 12:25
Astrange thing happened on the way home from psychoanalysis....
this of course is not new...many things happen on the way home, especially if you get a little lost along the way.. and those who will read this blog will know what i mean...well those who are in psychoanalysis will say oh, yes! and those who are not will say oh, really?
but what do i mean when i say a strange thing?
...i mean this..what is strange is what was forgotten, how it was forgotten and why it was forgotten...for in psychoanalysis, as the work proceeds something is uncovered, revealed, something is found, something hit home, a location is discovered, a connection named and placed, a knot untied, a belief tested and found to be true, a memory restored as we are reinscribed at our most fundamental
the joy/pain/surprise and absolute reason why we remain doing it is the adventure of it all as we come home, each our own way with our own story...with each step, each turn, each nuance and each situation we come home...something new is found and what is new is found to be old, for it was there all along...just unnoticed til now!
as we come home, this strange process of self discovery called psychoanalysis holds a lamp to our path as we trip, stumble, discover, remember...and in doing so we learn who we are...as we speak, as we speak to the other who is silent...we speak ourselves for we are linguistically inscribed from the very beginning
more next time!
this of course is not new...many things happen on the way home, especially if you get a little lost along the way.. and those who will read this blog will know what i mean...well those who are in psychoanalysis will say oh, yes! and those who are not will say oh, really?
but what do i mean when i say a strange thing?
...i mean this..what is strange is what was forgotten, how it was forgotten and why it was forgotten...for in psychoanalysis, as the work proceeds something is uncovered, revealed, something is found, something hit home, a location is discovered, a connection named and placed, a knot untied, a belief tested and found to be true, a memory restored as we are reinscribed at our most fundamental
the joy/pain/surprise and absolute reason why we remain doing it is the adventure of it all as we come home, each our own way with our own story...with each step, each turn, each nuance and each situation we come home...something new is found and what is new is found to be old, for it was there all along...just unnoticed til now!
as we come home, this strange process of self discovery called psychoanalysis holds a lamp to our path as we trip, stumble, discover, remember...and in doing so we learn who we are...as we speak, as we speak to the other who is silent...we speak ourselves for we are linguistically inscribed from the very beginning
more next time!
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