There's more to the moon than the picture shows. I almost couldn't look at it too much because it would start to remind me that it has overlooked terrible things on Earth. But another part of my brain just wanted to look at it as I lay on my bed and get that more "enchanted" feeling, which is what happened when I was a child.
Sometimes when you are a child, you think things are okay, and then you find out things weren't as okay as you thought, and there's that residual trauma that you have to figure out how to process, or it will keep coming back, as if it's still recurring all the time, instead of getting stored as just a memory that you wanted to learn from so you could move onwards.
But the "enchanted by the moon" feeling is still here. "Alongside the 'terrible things have happened under this moon' feeling," an anxious voice reminds, as if not wanting to be forgotten or left behind just because it had to see and experience and acknowledge some trauma.
Beware the toxic positivity that penalizes the ones who are still processing the trauma, but don't forget about the enchanted by the moon children. Because why would you want to forget that kind of delight? Maybe that's who will become stronger and be able to help some of the traumatized ones, too, someday. Not to the extreme extent of burnout, but as a helpful and creative exercise that includes the love of their fellow human beings and living creatures, which is still alive on this planet.
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