PROMPT: Negative Feelings

Daily writing prompt
What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?

Feel them, but don’t feed them. By that I mean take time to be aware of the feelings, but do not let the mind go into its default mode of fixation upon the object informing these sensations and worst-case scenario building. Give the feelings your attention but recognize that you influence your experience of the world and don’t give the mind free reign to build an illusory scenario that it accepts as its reality. (i.e. Remember what Mark Twain said, “I’ve had a lot of worries in my life, most of which never happened.”)

The biggest problem with negative feelings is that the go-to modern strategy is attempted distraction (by vice, by entertainment, by activity, etc.) this leads the body to turn up the heat. If you give the sensations your attention without adding value judgements, it becomes impossible to obsess. For yoga practitioners who’ve done Yoga Nidra (Yogic sleep) the experience will be familiar. One often begins by being attentive to sounds, by giving the sounds attention without judgement, your mind starts to lose interest and it becomes harder for those sounds to distract you throughout the practice. This approach to negative feelings is much the same.

Also, breathwork that extends the exhalation component of breath will shift the balance toward rest and digest activity.

Ultimately, realize that these feelings are just sensations your body and brain use to turn your attention in certain directions. They have no more power than that, other than what one grants them. They are not identical to — or inextricably linked with — the events of the world that triggered them, and — therefore — you get to be the master of, and not the slave to, your feelings.

The next time you find yourself getting bogged down by a negative feeling, give the feeling a minute or two of pure undivided attention, and then think, “This is a wonderful opportunity to learn how my body and mind work.” See what happens.

PROMPT: Lose Yourself

Daily writing prompt
What activities do you lose yourself in?

Lately, swimming… and, of course, rap battles.

Wen Fu 1: “Poetic Experience” [文賦一] by Lu Ji [陆机] [w/ Audio]

The poet stands in the Center
And stares into deep mysteries.
He's nourished by reading Classics
And tombs of the men in Histories.
He sighs as four seasons pass by
And thinks upon ten-thousand things.
He's saddened by Autumn's leaf drop
And gladdened by the tender Spring.
He feels Winter's frost on his heart,
Though his mind may be up in a cloud.
And when he sings of ancestors'
Heroic deeds, he belts the song aloud.
He combs through great literature
Just as he roams the forest wild,
But in search of a "natural" --
Shown in elegant phrase and style.
And it's just such thoughts and feelings
That set my brush and mind wheeling.

The Original Chinese:

佇中區以玄覽,頤情志於典墳。
遵四時以嘆逝,瞻萬物而思紛。
悲落葉於勁秋,喜柔條於芳春,
心懍懍以懷霜,志眇眇而臨雲。
詠世德之駿烈,誦先人之清芬。
游文章之林府,嘉麗藻之彬彬。
慨投篇而援筆,聊宣之乎斯文。

Let it Float [Lyric Poem]

Sans fear of dying,
The angst of trying
Is felt and left
To float.

“Before I got my eye put out –” (336) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]

Before I got my eye put out --
I liked as well to see
As other creatures, that have eyes --
And know no other way --

But were it told to me, Today,
That I might have the Sky
For mine, I tell you that my Heart
Would split, for size of me --

The Meadows -- mine --
The Mountains -- mine --
All Forests -- Stintless stars --
As much of noon, as I could take --
Between my finite eyes --

The Motions of the Dipping Birds --
The Morning's Amber Road --
For mine -- to look at when I liked,
The news would strike me dead --

So safer -- guess -- with just my soul
Opon the window pane
Where other creatures put their eyes --
Incautious -- of the Sun --

Killing Bliss [Free Verse]

I found bliss.

And cooked it on the
simmer setting
of my soul --

That vacant hole that
I let swell with color
and light.

My only worry was that
it would flash fry all
that I am.

But one worry is enough
to kill the joy,
to kill everything vibrant
& reckless within.

The bliss was quenched,
and it steamed & sizzled,
and all I could hear was its
deafening sound.

Solid Ground [Free Verse]

sole to cold earth:

it's the only way i know
 the limits of this world.

feet pressing into this globe
 are my tether to reality.

any other way, and the world
  could stretch forever.

the feel of my weight,
 popping to heel or ball:
  pronating & supinating,
  rolling & reaching,
   in dance or destruction --

 feet leaving the cold earth
  always reorient to the planet.

World Windows [Haiku]

the world we see
 is framed and bounded.
  what lies beyond?