#personal myth

[soulcruzerone]

You cannot step into the same self twice. The story you keep telling about who you are might already be out of date. This is a reflection on identity, change, and why your life won’t move until your self-story does.

You Cannot Step Into the Same Self Twice

[greenmelont]

I'm making him a tattoo sketch, but little he knows about ritualistic meaning of this act

[mysticdragon3md3]

Why You Should Build ONE World for the Rest of Your Life by The Map Maker

[notesonthevoid-official]

Ramblings or My Manifesto?

A year ago (but not today — maybe a month ago, give or take), I survived something. Something not quite real. Where two worlds met at the threshold — one life, one death. In fair Verona do we lay our scene? No. It was Western Virginia. Close enough.

There I was, Mountain Mama-in-training, just a severed head rolling down Country Roads — back to the place I allegedly belong. Jack fell down. Lost his crown. I came tumbling after. Except I lived.

And in the wreckage, the mists parted. Locals emerged like ancient spirits, murmuring something about “blessed be” and “you should be dead.” That’s when the Cryptid was born.

Maybe I was supposed to die. Maybe the prophecy got lost in transit. Maybe my soul got flagged for a random audit.

Either way — on the anniversary of that wreck, I gave a eulogy for my old name. I handed theme park tickets (won by a fluke at work) to a teenager at a fast food joint. Because hope is expensive. And kids should know what it feels like to win something weird and dumb in this capitalist hellscape.

I got chicken. It slapped. I had a plastic bag.

And on the rainy highway off-ramp, there was Franklin — a turtle on a suicide mission across four lanes of existential dread. I used the bag, scooped him up, and carried him to the other side like some weird highway Valkyrie.

And maybe that’s why I lived. Not because of fate. Not because I changed my name. But because a green guy needed help getting home, and I was there.

Full circle. No applause. Just echoes.

[thetrek]

Telling our stories

Several years ago, while my step-mother lay in bed, suffering through her last days of cancer, the neighbor, who happened to be a native healer made an appearance and began telling Flo a story. He told her a story about a woman who ran across the sky. I didn't listen, but it amused and fascinated the woman laying in bed. She forgot her suffering for a short time.

There is a journey we take through life and on this trek there are many paths. The roads are high, middle and low. There are demons, devils, monsters, dragons, heroes and heroines along the way and within this mix of metaphorical, fairy-tale characters we stand alone, the hero or heroine of our own personal myth. If done right, our travels can take us far and wide. We become learned, wise, fulfilled and fulfilling. We nurture and are nurtured. But the obstacles along the way are sometimes numerous; at times seeming too hazardous to continue.

Joseph Campbell carves out the Hero's Journey in the book, The Hero With a Thousand Faces. We learn through story about trials and tribulations. We understand the hero's jouney, because it is our own. Though the circumstances may be different this time, our story is as Little Red walking through a dark forest or Dorothy and friends traveling toward Oz.

Within the social framework of each society is a ritual of telling; that is, we share a story about an event, person or situation. Though we do this today, in the way of gossip and personal narratives, today's telling doesn't always retain the healing qualities the oral traditions once did. Storytelling as a way of life, in literature and as a shared experience is healing.

We have a few ways in which we heal through storytelling today. Mutual Therapeutic Storytelling is the sharing of a common experience by several members of a group. These would be special interest groups, 12-step programs and group therapy. Individual members of the group share their experience while others listen. They are validated through oration and attention, given support if needed and congratulated on their progress along their individual path.

Personal Myth is another form of healing, though this may come up through natural defense mechanisms; more often, it is something that needs to be learned and nurtured. Creating our own personal myth as the hero or heroine of our journey and illustrating to ourselves and others through telling in literature or oral recall is a way to relate our experience, without the harsh realities that may come along with the experience. We become Dorothy or Little Red, or remain ourselves with drama and adventure involved.

Your journey is a great adventure. Think about it.

[drthomasmaples]

Your Personal Myth

Do you ever feel like you are going through the motions? In this article, based on an inspirational quote by Arthur Schlesinger, Dr. Tom explores 5 steps to grounding your life in meaning and purpose by creating a personal myth

Positive Motivational Life Thoughts Science and technology revolutionize our lives, but memory, tradition and myth frame our response.Arthur M. Schlesinger How to Create Meaning and Purpose in Your Life with a Personal Myth Do you ever feel like you’re just going through the motions without a real sense of purpose or meaning in your life? If so, you’re not alone. A lot of people find…

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[tributestothewind]

Bubble girl,

Suspended in your own gravity,

Not trapped by the trapping of air,

Walk daintily on water as it flows about your hair,

Bubble girl,

Smile and wave,

Smooth your skirts as they walk by and stare,

Your world is alien,

An out of realm perspective,

They crave to touch your skin,

Maybe pick your brain,

Ask you questions like “does your bubble grow when the sky brings rain”

Bubble girl,

Trapped in the trappings of her past,

Living of recycled wishes,

Maybe someone can teach you how not to hold on to things too tightly,

Teach you how not to squeeze until it’s stifled,

How not to love until it cracks,

Those hands are too strong for their size

How can something so fluid be so delicate?

Something so beautiful be bordering on malignant,

Bubble girl,

Did you do this to yourself,

Wrapped the sea around your skin to contain the caustic truth,

That you were never one of this earth,

And that this world had ripped out your youth,

Pretty girl with see through skin,

Jellyfish cellophane with nebula middle,

Your stars move inside your sillohette,

Moving mixture of fairy dust,

But once they see you,

It’ll never be enough,

Longing to be held,

But put on display instead,

Bubble girl,

Hold your borders firm,

Because if you ever burst,

That kind of wave would flood the world

-don’t hide, contain yourself just enough// stop breathing your own air

[md3artjournal]

I don’t know why I stayed up late to do this.  x_x;   Some of these characters I may have used just to fill slots more than represent stronger influences.   Template by DanSyron  http://fav.me/d4qij5f