Dedicated to the Wandering Pastor
Two areas that are difficult: listening to myself, and looking in a mirror. Both have been helpful and troubling. My voice can sound held, reserved, and pinched. The mirror of late is where I am focused. I have begun to see the filling up or the collapsing of posture as the visibility of Orgone. Paying attention to where Orgone is lacking has helped me find a aliveness that brings fear and finally pleasure. Waking up Orgone lifts the body. Like the handshake by the Pastor brings shared smiles and pasts connections. The Pastor would come to peoples work. He would spend some time with everyone. At work little was shared except work.There were no handshakes, or meaningful connections. The pastor broke through those stifled, incomplete beings. He reached knowingly to catch a fallen person to let us all know there was more than what we had. His smile, his chosen being kept us all reaching out. The expression of feeling the Orgone reaching, moving outward is knowing that I am living. Lifting up is a shared journey. Be gentle with yourself, it is a difficult road, a life saving therapy.
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