Searches that Lead to this Vortex
April 28, 2008 at 3:57 am | In anxiety, change, eeabee, needs, pain, shame, support, vortex | No CommentsTags: blogging, change, needs, quest, shame, support, vortex
by eeabee (who is now “eeabee of the 26.2 miles”)
These are some of the searches that have lead people to our blog. Some of which are apparently from fellow silly souls, and others from fellow sufferers. Either way, we can only hope you find what you need, or a link or idea for where else to look, or even just a little company.
wiggly toes
toe of shame
toe wiggling habit
kindness to oneself
“trauma reenactment”
mrs vortex
the feeling of being in a vortex
vortex in human body
always feel shame
why do my toes wiggle
body memories
wiggly toe
what are body memories
feeling wiggley anxiety
vortex
“body memories”
toe wiggle
vortex as metaphor
shame vs fear
vortex healing depression anxiety
shame and self care
blogs about shame on oneself
trauma vortex
heart get suck down a vortex
Some of these, the toe/wiggly ones and mrs vortex especially, make me smile, and some are things I’ve no doubt gone out searching for myself. There’s a lot of this kind of pain out there, and it’s not the kind of pain we can live with alone, especially not when the heart gets sucked down a vortex, as it does sometimes.
Vortex Imagery from Mr. Fancy Poetry Guy (Yeats, in this Case)
April 15, 2008 at 3:18 am | In eeabee, family, fear, relationships, shame, vortex, writing | No CommentsTags: culture, family, gyre, poetry, shame, things fall apart, vortex, Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold. . .
Here the vortex is out in the world, unleashed–maybe a different thing than the internal ones of individuals–but no, I think not. I think maybe that they are all the same thing, all part of each other. Individual shame spirals don’t come from nowhere, they come from other individuals, from families, from culture–from all the systems we move in, all the systems that can house a vortex. Some of us just seem to feel them deeply. Some of us try not to pass them on, and so they stay with us.
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