The last two weeks were spend camping in the Outer Hebrides in Scotland. Whilst kayaking and walking there were many moments for reflections and insights, I am going to share in poetry and blog form. I am also really excited to share some of my experiments with you. Working with the environment we were in, I created a ‘Washed Away’ mini-series around themes that follow abuse, such as shame, and fear. And another one focusing on taking a closer look. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy the images and sounds, and laugh, cry and think with me as usual.
I have to provide some context for some of the following poems to make sense to you: none of our holidays (where we have–or are supposed to have–the kiddos) would be perfect without our most favourite narcissist roaring its ugly head. We had a textbook episode of hero complex, and some of this is reflected in the poetry.
I am always most disconcerted by the empty eyes. They truly freak me out. There is also a lack of facial expression (unless you provide something that can be mirrored), there are strange mechanical body movements, not to speak of the non-existent empathy and care. When I tried to verbalize why this is unsettling me so much the metaphor of zombie seemed the most obvious. It will become clearer throughout the poetry, which I used again as a coping mechanism for the incomprehensible behaviour.disclaimer