Sunday, February 23, 2025
I was in deep grief this morning. I usually do well in the afternoon and the evening. It’s waking up to a new day when thoughts of loss afflict me. Often, I can shake free from the worst of it and get on with my day. Having a ‘good’ interaction with a friend helps. Sadly, most people respond with a need to ‘fix’ my problem. There’s really nothing they can do except comfort me, perhaps say they’re sorry for my dilemma and wish me well. That’s really all I need or want. Being heard and consoled lifts my spirits. Unfortunately, that’s too much for many people. I have only one comfortable friend responding that way. Mike would hold me and ‘sing’ to me.
Mike couldn’t sing to save his life. On one of our very early-on dates, he made an effort to join in as a friend of mine from graduate school, and I waltzed down the street and made up a tune as we went along. Mike tried to join in. While it was, at one level, a desperate effort to fit in, it was also very sweet. When distressed, I would ask him to sing to me. It was comforting. Boy, do I ever miss him?
After Mass, I wanted to make a hasty retreat. I stopped to get my glazed half-donut. While in line, I ran into a woman I hadn’t seen for a while. She used to sit on the lanai where I always sit. I took a picture of her and her three-year-old daughter kneeling one day during Mass.
On another day, I caught a picture of her husband kneeling on the lanai during Mass with her children. I showed her the picture and texted it to her. She said I had caught her two favorite photos.
I stopped at Target to pick up frozen meals on sale. I also found some Progresso soups on sale. I love lentil soup and will have a bowl for supper along with a salad.
I had an appointment with fourth-grade MH. For the first sentence, she remembered more words in sequence than she had in the past and then lapsed as she moved along. She’s a moody child. She can be open and joyful or closed and distant.
I’ve been slowly reading a book on the polyvagal theory. I came across the word ‘neuroception.’ I was familiar with the concept that we perceive much more unconsciously than we do consciously. I can’t remember the terms used in the neuroscience courses I took. As I revisited the concept, I viewed it slightly differently. I had always understood that we can unconsciously perceive much more about our surroundings than we know. In the past, I viewed that as the perception of physical settings. Today, I viewed it from the vantage point of perceiving others. Body language is perceived by neuroception and consciously. We take for granted that we can perceive someone staring at us from behind us. Someone can be trained to be consciously alert to what is usually only perceived unconsciously. I wonder if psychic perception isn’t the heightened conscious awareness of neuroception..Sunday, February 23, 2025
I was in deep grief this morning. I usually do well in the afternoon and the evening. It’s waking up to a new day when thoughts of loss afflict me. Often, I can shake free from the worst of it and get on with my day. Having a ‘good’ interaction with a friend helps. Sadly, most people respond with a need to ‘fix’ my problem. They can do nothing except comfort me, perhaps say they’re sorry for my dilemma and wish me well. That’s all I need or want. Being heard and consoled lifts my spirits. Unfortunately, that’s too much for many people. I have only one comfortable friend responding that way. Mike would hold me and ‘sing’ to me.
Mike couldn’t sing to save his life. On one of our very early-on dates, he made an effort to join in as a friend of mine from graduate school, and I waltzed down the street and made up a tune as we went along. Mike tried to join in. While it was, at one level, a desperate effort to fit in, it was also very sweet. When distressed, I would ask him to sing to me. It was comforting. Boy, do I ever miss him?
After Mass, I wanted to make a hasty retreat. I stopped to get my glazed half-donut. While in line, I ran into a woman I hadn’t seen for a while. She used to sit on the lanai where I always sit. I took a picture of her and her three-year-old daughter kneeling one day during Mass.
On another day, I caught a picture of her husband kneeling on the lanai during Mass with her children. I showed her the picture and texted it to her. She said I had caught her two favorite photos.
I stopped at Target to pick up frozen meals on sale. I also found some Progresso soups on sale. I love lentil soup and will have a bowl for supper along with a salad.
I had an appointment with fourth-grade MH. For the first sentence, she remembered more words in sequence than she had and then lapsed as she moved along. She’s a moody child. She can be open and joyful or closed and distant.
I’ve been slowly reading a book on the polyvagal theory. I came across the word ‘neuroception.’ I was familiar with the concept that we perceive much more unconsciously than consciously. I can’t remember the terms used in the neuroscience courses I took. As I revisited the concept, I viewed it slightly differently. I had always understood that we can unconsciously perceive much more about our surroundings than we know. In the past, I viewed that as the perception of physical settings. Today, I viewed it from the vantage point of perceiving others. Body language is perceived by neuroception and consciously. We take for granted that we can perceive someone staring at us from behind us. Someone can be trained to be consciously alert to what is usually only perceived unconsciously. I wonder if psychic perception isn’t the heightened conscious awareness of neuroception.
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