I teach a class on Creative Focusing, and it’s basically an exercise in lowering the Gates.
The feeling I get is one of knowingly jumping off a cliff into the unknown. I call this “Surrendering to the unknown.”
I open my mouth and let my gut generate poetry in real-time, on the fly.
There’s still often some Pruning active, but I can move closer or further from the edge—like releasing the water more quickly or slowly, in your metaphor. It’s a dial I can tune.
It is a bit similar to putting on masks, as written about in Impro. Also similar to blending in IFS.
Yes, one of the really cool realizations I made trying to write daily, and from tracking my dreams, is that my brain is constantly coming up with imagery and action and comedy in the background and I can learn to access that. I don’t have to worry about the river drying up, which was one of my top worries once upon a time.
I teach a class on Creative Focusing, and it’s basically an exercise in lowering the Gates.
The feeling I get is one of knowingly jumping off a cliff into the unknown. I call this “Surrendering to the unknown.”
I open my mouth and let my gut generate poetry in real-time, on the fly.
There’s still often some Pruning active, but I can move closer or further from the edge—like releasing the water more quickly or slowly, in your metaphor. It’s a dial I can tune.
It is a bit similar to putting on masks, as written about in Impro. Also similar to blending in IFS.
Yes, one of the really cool realizations I made trying to write daily, and from tracking my dreams, is that my brain is constantly coming up with imagery and action and comedy in the background and I can learn to access that. I don’t have to worry about the river drying up, which was one of my top worries once upon a time.
+1 to impro