The world and us


Hey there Reader.

Our inner world can sometimes be too permeable a vessel.

Distinctions and boundaries are hard to detect.

Where do the collective’s emotions begin and yours end?

Which feeling is yours, and which has been absorbed?

What gets through, and what gets stuck?

Especially during times like the current sociopolitical maelstrom.

The outer affects the inner, and the inner reflects the outer. It’s almost like a Catch-22 for the psyche.

We get to learn ourselves as the world, then against the world, and ideally/ultimately with the world.

This is a constant dialogue and practice.

But as we move through intense days, you can give yourself some grace.

When shit hits the (emotional) fan, pause for a minute and ask yourself:

Is what I’m feeling really mine or have I taken on someone else’s despair/anger/grief?

Breathe. Inhale towards your back, exhale towards your belly.

If it’s yours, what do you need in the here and now? Can you devote one minute towards that need within the day?

If it’s not, breathe it out. Let it on the side. See what becomes clearer. Perhaps there's another emotion that feels more like yours underneath. Ask yourself what you need. Move from there.

The tiniest attention can create felt shifts.

A thought or an action might change course, something will be said or approached differently.

And that’s how the inner not only reflects, but impacts the outer.

And the world becomes something different.

With my love,

Elena



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Elena Christopoulou

I'm a holistic therapist, with decades-long previous experience as a film professional. I'm currently facilitating customised workshops for film festivals, companies, and institutions on stress management, communication practices, alternative approach of scripts & projects, and more. In my private practice, I offer 1:1 sessions that are dedicated to healing the spiritual aspect of trauma. Subscribe to my newsletter for news and updates.

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