Today I’m unlocking a paywalled piece from about two years ago, about monks, perpetual prayer, and my father’s favorite movie, The Night of the Hunter.
Sending you courage and care from one who's been there. "Where do I put these feelings?" is indeed the question. I've spent the last 11 years of estrangement learning to be my own mom/dad. Over time it really does get better, and you may start to feel, as I did, that the person you were in that relationship is someone other than yourself now -- someone you can learn to care for, re-parent, or release into the cosmos.
FWIW, my friend who was an incest survivor told me "Night of the Hunter" was her dad's favorite movie too. There's a type...
Sending you courage and care from one who's been there. "Where do I put these feelings?" is indeed the question. I've spent the last 11 years of estrangement learning to be my own mom/dad. Over time it really does get better, and you may start to feel, as I did, that the person you were in that relationship is someone other than yourself now -- someone you can learn to care for, re-parent, or release into the cosmos.
FWIW, my friend who was an incest survivor told me "Night of the Hunter" was her dad's favorite movie too. There's a type...
Thank you for writing this. Reading it today felt like receiving an unexpected gift that is both beautiful, useful, and emotionally meaningful.
I have to preface this by saying I am talking about the original Mister Rogers Neighborhood, ofc, and not the animated one.
[pregnant pause]
Daniel Tiger lives in a clock.
Don't you, don't we, also live inside of our own clocks? Our bodies ticking out a rhythm with heartbeats and breaths?