Author: ooliatr
It’s Okay to Look (2020)
Autumn / Winter Light (2020)
Reconciling Capitalism
Where did it get lost?
That sense of who we are at the core.
Our creative selves.
Born into Capitalism, we had no chance to flourish,
Unless the values of competition, unlimited growth, profit were honed.
We are not mindless resources to be exploited.
We are human animals.
Continue reading “Reconciling Capitalism“Heart Womb Room
“Seriously,” said Sandra, “if you feed it, it will grow.”
“What shall I feed it?” Said I. I didn’t quite believe her yet.
“You’re the only one who can answer that,” she smiled and a tiny dimple stroked her cheek briefly.
“But I don’t know the answer!” I felt hot and the words left me quickly. She smiled again. I shook my head, then stared at her. Silence.
Then, “what?” She laughed.
Continue reading “Heart Womb Room”Locus of Evaluation Part 1
Perhaps the most fundamental condition of creativity is that the source or locus of evaluative judgement is internal.
Carl Rogers (1998)
When I was thirteen my art teacher told me I wasn’t good enough to do art at ‘O’ Level and I believed him. Perhaps what he actually meant was, “you enjoy making art too much. You don’t take it seriously.” I used to sing and make noises and talk during my mark making. I once drew a still life that had the words, “ahhh, shit!” in it (I drew what I saw). Perhaps he disliked my enthusiasm because he’d lost his own. I didn’t take art seriously. It was fun. Until he told me I wasn’t good enough. I stopped making art and began journalling instead.
Continue reading “Locus of Evaluation Part 1”Fucking pigeons!
Fucking pigeons!
They land on the balcony and do their little dance.
Beady eyes spying the corner where they laid eggs before.
That sound as they land alerts me to them and I jump up and wave my arms.
Sometimes they leave immediately.
When it doesn’t work I turn the window handle to the open position.
Continue reading “Fucking pigeons!”Yes, we make a nice, soothing cup of tea
Light pours through my window.
It does not trickle, it floods.
Some things get covered.
Some remain in the shade;
Slightly cold and damp to touch.
It is a poor second to being outside in the woods.
Like a cat I find a sun spot and let the sun caress my toes.
Continue reading “Yes, we make a nice, soothing cup of tea”Being With Trauma Memories Without Shame
How to Stop Beating Yourself Up and Feel Happier
I’m late writing this blog post because I had writer’s block. When I delved deeper into why I couldn’t begin writing I found a critical inner voice saying, “no point in writing because people will be like, ugh! Oh shut up!” I asked myself what it was protecting me from and I realised I didn’t want to feel disappointment that people might not read or comment on my blog post. Now I know this I can accept that fear: yes, maybe they will not read or comment, and I will have learnt a bit more by writing, and now I can write. My example highlights one of the purposes of self-criticism: to avoid potentially painful feelings. In this post I’ll share more about why we self-criticise, how self-criticism is linked to the fight/flight system, and how we can stop beating ourselves up and feel happier.
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