Sansaku: Traveling Light
8/31/22
I didn’t like the portrait she’d painted and handed it back. Lee said, “Let me look.” I instantly regretted. He said, “Lisa, come here. You’ve caught Colin’s shadow.” I asked to see. “No, you’re not ready.” And then he fed it to the flames. “Maybe next time you won’t be so fast.”
Hanging out with a shadow side of self, crazy-making cancer. This time I take a good look. The painting is called “Diagnosis.” Lee’s standing behind me. I’m ready and won’t be so fast. Cancer looks back.
My style of writing is highly didactic. I’m teaching and counseling myself. And because I taught and counseled forty years, I’m doing to self what I did with them. It’s a process. Reflecting on reflections.
When I was young, I didn’t like school; maybe because my spirit knew, I’d be spending my life there. I mostly taught psychology and counseling. Theory and practice. My journal reads like lecture notes.
Today the PSMA PET scan will search out prostate cancer head to toe. Highly detailed and sensitive, another painting in the series. It’s said a good sickness takes you farther than a trip overseas. One of my graduate degrees is academic, the other on the road and in the wilds.
The underground doesn’t advertise and I was careful who I told. We worked behind closed doors. It took some synchronistic serendipity to get into group. Quite a few knew but few chose to come.
It’s not because I’m busy I fall behind; it’s all this time within. Two sides to trauma and I intend for post-traumatic growth. Positive psychology. I’m counseling myself. Last night’s dream. A similar theme.
With a group on the road, packing up, getting ready to leave. Looking to find some food. And from the look of the bags, I was traveling light.