There are certain oracles who claim that healing comes as an act of will, that impassioned expressions have a healthy physiological response. I believe this. I am also my own salvation. Reason has no place here. There are messages of mythic realities etched in the sunken sands of a collective, yet individual Atlantis.
Emotional discovery is the archaeological exhumation of a civilization suspended in disaster.
It is the release of a kaleidoscope of passion. The intuitive awareness of self and spirit, of religion and reality, roll and blend with fluid grace like liquid elements of an elixir that purges dis-ease. I have learned to let free every emotion, from those that come in whispers to those that come in howls. All of my expressions, no matter how painful, are a glimpse at the monument of my own humanity, a sip from the cistern of my soul. In my experience of these newfound, superlative pains and joys, my capacity for empathy is magnified.