i can vividly remember separating my body from my mind/emotions at about age 12. it was during an extreme bullying incident. in my mind i saw myself going across a moat on a drawbridge, pulling up the bridge, entering a tall strong stone castle tower, slamming the heavy oak and iron door and bolting it, climbing the spiral stairs, entering the room at the top, closing and locking that door and telling myself that i would never leave that place.
i've read about the gnostic heresy and the cathars - both cultish early Christian sects that denied the physical reality of Christ and believed that the physical body was evil and only the spirit was good. i think that is a natural tendency for many of us survivors because the physical part of us was what seemed to be the source of the problems. and if you had strong religious conditioning in early years, as i did, that inclination is reinforced even more. it's really significant to me that the early church - whatever its shortcomings - at least recognized that the separation and polarization of the body and the spirit was a negative and unhealthy practice.
integration of the whole person to me means bringing the spirit, mind and emotions all into alignment with the body to become healthy and fully-functioning.
working on it - but still feel lilke the different bits are still in separate boxes...
As my life goes on I believe somehow something's changed
Something deep inside...
I've been searchin so long to find an answer
Now I know my life has meaning
Now I see myself as I am, feeling very free...
When my tears have come to an end I will understand
What I left behind: a part of me. Chicago