VOICES IN MY HEAD: MEETING MY MIND VOICES
Today on the way home from a healing ritual, where I took part in something relating to my Jewish self, I realized something. Somewhere when I wasn’t looking the question of ‘Who am I?’ changed to ‘Who am I not?’ Can I answer this question without starting to philosophize? Maybe I should, it is who I am.
I investigate life, thinking, creativity, relationships, and human nature, like an artist. Yes, I am an artist. I say the obvious because I have realized lately that I always put myself in roles that undermine my freedom as a creative, communicative artist.
So, who am I? I cannot say. I can say that I have a fire in my belly about some things, that I cannot stop singing when I feel good and when I feel desperate. I cannot stop writing when I am clear about what the world is like and when I have no idea who I am and what I am doing here. I know I cannot stop feeling encouraged when I see the human spirit overcome difficulty, pain, trauma or separation and I cannot stop aching when I see situations where humans treat each other wrongly.
I do love the little things in life, making a cake, tickling my children, massaging my partner, watching a movie, being moved to tears by the new song of a songwriter I like. Still, I feel I am interested in seeing where we take our lives, as individuals and as a society. I sometimes feel that I love all people and life, and sometimes I feel that I don’t belong here. A few years ago…