I can’t think of a more beautiful way to describe a certain way of seeing, or looking at, the world than “see with the heart, or the eyes in service of it.” I wonder how different things might be for us all if we spent more time looking around in this fashion.
One of the things I experienced in the last couple years was a true sense of dissociation from myself. It resulted in lots of weird stuff, including an inability to know how I was coming across to other people and lots of associated insecurity and social anxiety. But one aspect I didn’t even consciously register until reading this post is that I temporarily stopped being able to visualize myself or summon up a mental image when I tried.
I’m sure there is a lot of complex psychology to help explain this and its relationship to my state (!), but for now I’m just so interested in the fact that your post made me conscious of it. In the last sketch you share and in your recollection of sketching yourself and the dogs from behind, I sense that you were able to create imagery because you were somehow very tuned into to certain parts of yourself and your experience—be they feelings of peace or qualities you channel. What a gift to be able to see oneself, as well as the outside world, with so much heart!
XO
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