Category: Still Life: The Corona Diaries of an Existential Therapist. (Page 2 of 4)

Still(a)Life #25: Our Living Rooms, our Waiting Rooms

April 20, 2020 / admin / 0 Comments

As the days pass, there is a deepening contrast between an “inside” and an “outside”. A definite boundary between things happening “in here” and the news I read about the world “out there”. I haven’t read much news the past few days. It feels pretty obvious to me that things “out there” will never be the same again. Today I spoke to a man who, by necessity, has his finger on the pulse of our economy. The conversation wasn’t about “out there”, it was about his “in here” but he mentioned a few things in passing, like “the greatest economic downturn the modern world has ever seen”.

I get a bit concerned when I speak to people and they don’t yet share the same concern about this. But its most likely because they are more concerned right now about the things “in here”, starting to bubble to the surface. I get a privileged window into people’s in-here-ness, especially in these times. My laptop opens up like a window into people’s living rooms. Curious term, “living rooms”. Are these meant to be the rooms we do our living in? Can we even call this living? How do we define what it means to really be living? Perhaps, for now, they should be called “waiting rooms”? Aren’t we all just waiting for something to happen? But, are we waiting for things to happen “out there” or “in here”? It’s a bit like Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot.

“Let us do something, while we have the chance! It is not every day that we are needed. Not indeed that we personally are needed. Others would meet the case equally well, if not better. To all mankind they were addressed, those cries for help still ringing in our ears! But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us! What do you say? It is true that when with folded arms we weigh the pros and cons we are no less a credit to our species. The tiger bounds to the help of his congeners without the least reflexion, or else he slinks away into the depths of the thickets. But that is not the question. What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. We are waiting for Godot to come — ”
― Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot

Nevertheless, while we wait for Godot (who never arrives), Lockdown brings us face to face with the thoughts and feelings that have been waiting to for us. Especially as the novelty of sleep-ins, laps around the garden and playing monopoly with your kids wears off: there are things “in here” that want to be known. As the rations of ethanol dwindle, thoughts and feelings make themselves known. I’m hoping that my bubbles of ginger, yeast and sugar can beat my thoughts to the surface.

In all honesty, I feel much gratitude for the courage those in conversation with me are showing. It is a noble task to keep talking through these uncertain times. It’s much easier to build a fort with your kids in the supposed living room. Each session feels like we are going places we have never gone before. “I never thought I would say this”; “I never really realised this”; “I never thought I would write this”; “I’ve never ever talked about this before”. These are the precursors to almost every conversation in the last few days. I would like to take the credit, but it has more to do with the “waiting rooms” than therapy. There are things lying in waiting for us, if we just give them the time.

Buddhism has always known this. True insight doesn’t come from “working it all out”. True insight comes from the courage to just sit with things and see what it is that they have to reveal to us. True insight is not a cerebral event but rather a visceral experience. So as you wait for things to happen “out there”, outside of your control, take the time to listen to the things happening “in here” – they have things to tell you.

“You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that.”
― Samuel Beckett

Still(a)Life #24: Just a Few Words

April 19, 2020 / admin / 0 Comments

A footnote on yesterday’s post:

The first book I ever tried to read, cover to cover, was Jonathan Livinsgton Seagul. I chose it because it had the narrowest spine I could find in the library. I can’t recall the actual story because the effort it took to read it didn’t leave much cognitive room for retention. I was in my final year of highschool, an overpriced boarding establishment. They had beautiful lawns and an impressive little chapel, but they didn’t notice I was Dyslexic. My teacher that year had the good sense to pay little attention to the assessment requirements and when it came to my oral, she said I should just talk on any topic of my choosing. She was interested in my ability to reason not to read. At the end of that year she wrote “Without words he strives to answer questions that have never been asked”.

I had already given up on becoming a psychologist a year prior to this. I approached my English teacher at the time, Mr Candotti, with my fantasies. He seemed like a pretty cool guy. We liked him and I knew he was studying psychology part-time. He told me “I don’t think you have the aptitude”. I managed to hide my utter deflation and I geared myself for a career in art. Something that didn’t require words. I was the only student in the school who could airbrush. Not very well, but I enjoyed it. I became a psychologist by accident.

I finished my master’s in psychology with academic colours. I didn’t tell anyone. I was meant to wear some fancy blazer on graduation, but I was well on my way to avoiding institutional norms by then. I was asked to leave my first internship. I had an argument with the professor in charge about how I didn’t believe that asking a child to repeat the 7 random numbers I just shared was of any relevance to predicting their future. “Either you do this the way it’s always been done” he insisted in his thick Afrikaans accent (slamming his fist so hard on the desk that his fringe uncombed itself from the bald spot it was covering over his head) “or you can leave.” I got up from the table and never returned.

There are advantages to writing a thesis under the passionate supervision of the head of department. I had a new internship the next day. My thesis was on language. On words and how they do the work of constructing reality. I was no longer without words. They had become my chief preoccupation. I still struggle with them. I still struggle to read. I wrestle with them, like worthy appointments, all day. I can’t describe the satisfaction it now gives me.

So as I was muddling with words this morning, I looked up and saw Joshua wrestling his own battle. He has such difficulty with words and yet he gets so much satisfaction out of finally managing to pin a few of them down. He just needs people in his corner, worrying less about fluency and more about the world that he is opening doors to. He looked so satisfied with himself. Thank you Fiona, you are opening windows to a whole universe for him!

“Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world.” – Jeanette Winterson

Still(a)Life #23: Learning through Curiosity

April 18, 2020 / admin / 0 Comments

If we listen closely enough, there are perhaps voices arising out of the uncharacteristically silent lockdown days, telling us things. This morning it was Josh playing chopsticks on an out of tune piano. When I stopped to listen, I realised he was starting to improvise. His usual busy self bursting into spontaneous melody. I found myself relieved that he has not had too much formal musical training yet. Something in him is developing through this free play. As Vygotsky wrote “In play, a child is always above his average age, above his daily behaviour; in play, it is as though he were a head taller than himself.” I found myself angry with how my child’s education has so often left him feeling smaller than himself, diminished, behind.

The silence is confirming for me that we need to rethink education, more so now than ever. I was trying to force Joshua to do his schoolwork and Fiona interjected, “let’s not call it that anymore, let’s call it learning”. We’ve made a new rule: if we can’t call it “learning” it has no place in our home. Learning is not about grades; worksheets; completing tasks; the successful regurgitation of facts. Learning is a process of making something part of who you are; the chance to enact something; demonstrate it upon the world. Learning is development that is born out of relationships with others and not an acquisition of knowledge through repetition. Learning is something you become not something you simply have to do. Think of how we learn a language or a musical skill. True learning doesn’t necessarily happen in a classroom or a place, it happens through play, enactment, often through struggle but not in the absence of passion and imagination.

Personally, I’m done with education. And if you have been trying to help your children learn from home, I bet that by now you are too? There is no child who is not, at first, curious about the world they are born into. We have an ownership to them to open every window we can to that world. A brand new world awaits them.

Still(a)Life #22: Floating in Limbo

April 17, 2020 / admin / 0 Comments

“I’d rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy” said Tom Waits. I researched how to make genuine ginger beer today. The whisky is running out. It was a rough day. I had to trade with their mother, one son for the other. On his birthday! It feels like the kinds of choices you would only make in wartime. But, as I ventured out of the house for the first time in 22 days, it was alarming at how everything seemed so normal but not. More cars than I expected on the road. Everyone moving so seemingly freely. Half worn masks for their token value.

I wanted to roll down my car window and scream, don’t you get it, the world has changed forever. How can we all just go on like this? It’s changed for the better, in some respects? I want to change the way my children are educated. Reconsider the source of my food. Relocate humanity’s place on the planet. Appreciate the joy of travel.

As I walked into the shop a keeper shot me in the frontal lobe with a gauge, execution style. “33.5” he announced, almost disappointed. A bit too high I guess? Not the lobotomy I was hoping for. An elderly lady kept on looking at me suspiciously from behind her mask. When did we become so dangerous to one another?

The ships lie, increasingly, in waiting. A metaphor for the position we all find ourselves in. We are adrift from our everyday lives. Waiting to see what our future holds. When will we dock into a reality that is more recognisable to us all? Limbo is never a great place to spend too much time floating in.

I think we need to get on with it. Put on our masks and gloves. Buy what we need, support who we can. Socialise from a distance. Educate our children from home. There is no “back to normal”. And, do we even want that? Once we have found acceptance that we live in a changed world, the most important question could be: How do we go on from here?

Still(a)Life#21: Hidden Layers Crack through the Surface

April 16, 2020 / admin / 0 Comments

All of experience is a layered occasion. At any given moment, there is more to each experience than that which lies on the surface. Conscious and unconscious. Apparent and hidden. Suppressed versus expressed. For the most part, we present to the world an outer layer. A shell hardened by time, social norms and experience. It’s a shell designed to safely keep hidden the more vulnerable aspects of ourselves. The unborn parts we have not yet had the courage to enact and the missing parts we have not been able to find a place for. The thing is, we struggle to admit to ourselves what it is that we really want or to face the things we find too uncomfortable. We stick to the surface of things.

Lockdown slowly compresses these layers, they collapse in on each other and the things we have been hiding away or hiding from, crack through the surface. The husband chooses to sleep in his office. The wife struggles to hide her difficulty with food. The child refuses to go back to his mother’s house. The lover decides she is no longer settling for less.

My phone has started to vibrate in the night. The rumble of people’s layers stirring to the surface. Our initial tendency is to quickly find a place for these thoughts and feelings. Make sense of them. Move on. Put everything back together. This is not the time for getting “back to normal”. Not everything has a neat place.

The world outside our windows is changing as you read this. And, if you want to find out where you are in that world, it starts with a journey inward. Embracing the change does not start with holding on but with letting go.

“The only way to find out where I was was to get out of the way and let myself happen.”
― Mark Epstein, Going to Pieces Without Falling Apart: A Buddhist Perspective on Wholeness

Still(a)Life#20: In This Together

April 15, 2020 / admin / 0 Comments

When Veronica saw the bags of food piled at the kitchen door she shrieked “Thank you, thank you” at Fiona, “if it wasn’t for Corona, I would hug you”.

“We can hug” Fiona replied, “we’re all in this together”.

Veronica squeezed her as tight and long as she could. The food was for the community down the road but, despite being a Zimbabwean with her own family struggling far off out of her own reach, it was as if we were feeding her own children.

There are many forms of isolation but surely hunger is the worst? It’s so ghastly, we tend to look the other way. Today I am struggling to find words. I think I’ve used up my daily quota. So I’m lending some from Arundhati Roy:

“The only dream worth having is to dream that you will live while you are alive, and die only when you are dead. To love, to be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and vulgar disparity of the life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

Still(a)Life #19: Effort to Contain Anxiety

April 14, 2020 / admin / 0 Comments

This is what the fear of Corona has done to our morning coffee; cluttered it with vitamin C and other potentially placebo prophylactics. The difference between fear and anxiety is that fear is for something that tangibly exists in the world. Fear is designed to help us avoid the object of our fear. Fear is rooted in something real and is designed for our own survival through encouraging us to do something about it, even if this “something” is simple avoidance. Anxiety, on the other hand, is for something less tangible. Anxiety is fear dislodged from any specific object, “free floating” (as psychology puts it) in the background of our minds. It is not so easy to do “something” about anxiety. We are born into the world with an inkling of it. As it increasingly frees itself from its original moorings, it slips away from our efforts to contain it.

It is a good time to try and recognise the difference between fear and anxiety. It’s a good idea to fear #covid19 and behave accordingly. The anxiety that it feeds, however, is not going to be all that helpful. Anxiety will leave us in denial, restlessness, panic or disorganisation. The most we can do with anxiety is to just let it be. Treat it with somewhat indifference. Or bring it back to its original object – fear of death, loss and loneliness. Or, the very incomprehensibility of the fact that we exist at all and why.

This is especially important for us at this stage of our efforts here in South Africa. We are only at the onset of our battle with the corona virus. For those of us who are privileged enough to have a fridge full of food and a roof over our heads; lockdown is a temporary breather before the real change comes and our real efforts begin. So, I have been encouraging my clients to pace themselves. To save their energy for what is to come. Anxiety is wasteful of our resources. “Worrying is carrying tomorrow’s load with today’s strength- carrying two days at once. It is moving into tomorrow ahead of time. Worrying doesn’t empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength.”
― Corrie Ten Boomanxiety

Still Life #18: Being, in the World

April 13, 2020 / admin / 0 Comments

Here we are, me and my love, taking refuge in our screens. Me in existentialism, she in French. Our bunker, sheltering us from the world’s war on human ignorance.

We struggle to embrace what it means to be alive because there is a particular, yet hardly articulable, feeling of uncertainty that comes with such contemplation. And, nothing really seems to ever fully calm it. We try and escape this anxiety through making something solid or permanent out of the things we “have” and the things we “do”. We build an identity of who and what we are, using “stuff” as props. In the sea of time, we try build a life raft out of discardable things. But, objects, “out there” in the world, only prop us up temporarily because this angst we feel rests on the half-understood realisation that the only real certainty about our individual lives is that they will end.

As #Heidegger says “Anxiety is there. It is only sleeping. Its breath quivers perpetually through man’s being.” Covid19 is the rude awakening of this anxiety. It’s no longer just breathing. It’s screaming “enough with the having and the doing, they only bring temporary comfort, it is time for being”.

Even when we’re busy “having” and “doing” it never fully defends us against the whisper. This in itself becomes an anxiety of its own: the fear of losing. It gives rise to a chase for constantly taking from this world rather than a settling into “being in the world”. Right now, those that have the most might just be those that are panicking the most?

This may sound nihilistic. But beyond the initial panic lies a call to fully embrace what it means to be alive. To feel the sun on your back. The taste of the food you are lucky enough to have. The sound of the birds gathering in the trees. The awareness that we all depend on each other. And, appreciation for those you love and fear to lose.

Still Life #17: Throwing Possibilities into the Future

April 12, 2020 / admin / 0 Comments

“Existence precedes essence” said #Sartre . We are born into the world, void, and are gradually impregnated by our experience of it. As Stephen Batchelor puts it “we are thrown into existence and its possibilities are thrust upon us”.

This morning Sam created his own Easter Egg hunt. Put his jersey on backwards so that the hoodie covered his face and enthusiastically tossed chocolate eggs into the shrubs so that he could later find them. The author of his own fantasies, recreating for himself a childhood familiarity.

This is the place where we continuously find ourselves in every given moment: our pasts shaping the possibilities we imagine for our futures. “We constantly are confronted with a future that irretrievably plunges to the past, “ Batchelor suggests, “but in doing so demands that we firmly seize it in the present moment and project our possibilities into actuality.”

Today Sam decided to find some respite by making the Easter Bunny real again, even if by his own conscious design.

What about your past is informing how you imagine your future? How might your past enrich or limit this imagination? What if we tried to leave the past behind and allowed ourselves to be entirely shaped by the present?

Still Life #16: Exposing an Imagined and Unreal World

April 12, 2020 / admin / 0 Comments

I think we have forgotten what it means to be human: Industrialization, accelerating technological advances, and the increasing specialization of what we do with our time have caused us to live in a relatively automated fashion. Although seemingly efficient, it leaves us further and further removed from what we are. Our children are brought up to conceive of chicken as a nugget in a take-away box, not a winged creature bred for food rather than flight.

Today I tried my best to fix a broken tap. That is not a part of “who” I see myself to be; DIY is not my thing. But, without the luxury of just calling someone or popping to the hardware, I was forced to make an unsuccessful day of it. The water mains are still off. Lock-down gets a bit more real with no water. “How can this be happening, now” I thought to myself. As if the world owes me something. I wanted to blame somebody. I probably wasn’t very nice to be around.

We have conceptualized a world where we get what we want, where the basics are taken for granted and where things should always make sense. Especially bad things, they should not happen at all and if they do, they must have some sort of reason, some greater design. We have conceptualized a world where we have assumed that our human needs are central

*Enter Covid19

“We perceive the world in a particular way and confidently expect it to conform to its appearance. But we fail to recognize that certain aspects of the ‘reality’ that appear to us are nothing but figments of our own imagination. In this confusion a conflict ensues between the world as it is and the world as we believe it to be. And the more we insist on our infallibility, the more frustrated we become as the actual world again and again stubbornly refuses to live up to our expectations.”
― Stephen Batchelor, Alone with Others

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