A Storm of Two Stories
Dispatch # 3 from Respond Event at MAPLE
Wednesday morning, while reflecting on the causal wildness of the residents’ morning chant, my body was fully taken over by the storm that had been brewing the day before. I had to get out of there and take a walk into the natural world!
I walked down the main road, and turned onto a logging trail, occassionally eating the blackberries that hung over the banks.1 I was reeling from strong affect-laden sensations, alternatively crying and breathing through the sensations. I felt like something had grabbed my chest and was constricting it like a boa. What was trying to emerge? from the depths of pain and confusion to the light of language and meaning?
Eventually, two stories emerged:
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to The Pop-Up School to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.