Friday, August 11, 2017

Introspection

I was pondering some things from my childhood I won't go into here, and the acronym FIST came to me.  It is SIFT rearranged. Yes, there was anger, but that was not the interesting part of it.

I felt something, and went into it.  Then an image appeared, which was followed by sensations, then the thought "oh, so that is what happened."

As it is usually used, most psychological introspection ends in a thought, because in psychotherapy, particularly, you need to be able to speak what you find, but this is equally true for diaries.

What I have found for myself is that sometimes I will feel a process going.  I don't know what it relates to, where it is coming from, or where it is going.  Its entirety consists in "that".  Quite often, I will just let these things play out, hoping that whatever was going on, will be beneficial in the end.  I think this is a good strategy.

True, pure attention is wordless.  Experience is wordless.  We lessen ourselves, I feel, when we feel a compulsive need to communicate even with ourselves in diaries.

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