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The Stories We Tell Our Self

By Simone Lipscomb | December 31, 2020

Each of us has a personal mythology…stories we tell our self. Generally, these stories are background noise or perhaps even whispers that remind us how we have screwed up, the mistakes we made, and especially that one area in our lives where we continue to beat ourselves up, judge ourselves and generally repeat the same old lie over and over and over in this grisly rendition of the tales of our life.

Sometimes it takes careful listening to hear the hot breath of hate breathing down our back. Those foundational myths are rooted deeply into our psyche and into every decision we make.

A few weeks ago I read a book of fiction that was one of those reads that shook my world because I saw how my personal litany of stories had created a very negative self-image, had held me back in relationships, in work…in creativity. At the end of the book I sat in stillness as the stories I have told myself for decades crumbled. What if what I thought were my greatest faults are actually my greatest strengths?

For example, I live alone, I don’t date and haven’t been in a relationship for over eight years…by choice because I have judged myself to be incapable of being in a relationship, even though I tried and committed to them. When the last one failed I shook myself silly with harsh judgments and wrote the final chapter in the saga of how I am a lousy partner. But what if I really had amazing courage and strength to keep trying, to risk everything for love? What if my willingness to try shows incredible hope? That’s an entirely different story.

As I sat there at the end of the book, I had an incredible urge to apologize to myself, tearfully and deeply expressing sorrow for causing such pain and damage by the negative stories I have repeatedly told myself about myself.

When I did that it was like stepping into a new reality. All of those old stories have no place in my life anymore. In fact, there is no need for any story now. Life is an ongoing creative process that needs no tale or mythology to keep it contained in a form. What would it feel like to live with limitless possibilities?

As this year of struggle for so many of us winds down today I offer this gift: Listen for the stories you tell yourself. They may have originated in what others said about you and you took to heart or they may come from your own negative self-image. Take the time to listen and if there is anything whispering words of hate to you, it’s time to let that tale go. If there is anything that is damaging or unloving that repeats in your mind, you can release that story and feel the freedom that comes from living outside a personal myth.

It’s time to break free from the stories we tell ourselves.

Enter Persephone

By Simone Lipscomb | October 17, 2013

A couple days ago I was shopping at my favorite natural foods store and happened upon organic pomegranates. Something compelled me to add one to my cart. Today, after my workout, I arrived home hungry and wanting refreshment so I greedily eyed the ripe fruit.

I began cooking brunch while simultaneously beginning the long process of freeing the plump, red, succulent seeds from their honeycomb-like womb. Stir the broccoli, peel a bit more….add the eggs, peel a bit more. Sneaking a sweet seed with its fleshy pulp fruit, I nearly melted. How exquisite, what an explosion of flavor. My spelt bread finished toasting and I added local honey to it. I dipped my finger in the thick, golden liquid and sucked it off and was met with a most interesting contrast of intense sweetness mixed with the sweet-tart-sour of the pomegranate fruit.

But meanwhile, the main course was ready so I sat down, with red-stained hands, to eat. Upon completion of my meal I went back to the task of sorting the tiny, fleshy fruit from the peel with the intention of sitting in my courtyard and enjoying the fruits of my labor. The effort yielded a bowl-full of delicious treats and I sat outside, next to the grandmother oak tree, eating until I could eat no more. As I ate, I pondered the mythology that was linked to pomegranates.

In mythos Persephone was beautiful, well-loved and innocent. She was the daughter of Demeter–goddess of the harvest–and Zeus. Even Hades, god of the underworld, wanted Persephone. So one day, when she was out enjoying the flowers and most likely chatting with deer, rabbits and other gentle creatures, the earth split open and Hades thundered out in his chariot pulled by black horses and abducted the fair and lovely Persephone.

Demeter was heart-broken and wandered the earth looking for her lost daughter. She was so upset that she withdrew in deep depression and loneliness and because of this the earth ceased to be fertile. Everything began to turn brown. Zeus saw what was happening and sent Hermes into the underworld to demand the release of his daughter. Hades consented but gave Persephone a pomegranate as she left and it is said that she ate only three seeds of the sweet fruit; in doing so she forever bound herself to the underworld.

Because she partook of the fruit given her by Hades, she had to spend part of each year in the underworld with him. During this time Demeter mourned and withdrew and green things of the earth stopped growing. This myth explained winter and the cycling of the seasons in Greek culture. And yet, it explained so much more.

Each of us must take the journey of Persephone many times during our lives. We must journey into our own darkness and get to know it in order to emerge into the light of our spirit. Like Persephone, it isn’t a one-time event. We most likely would prefer not to have to make this journey more than once, but as we engage in our lives, inner triggers are pushed which, if followed, lead us back into our dark, inner world. We can try to postpone the journey but if we do, we will certainly repeat the same patterns again and again until we go within and deal with our ‘stuff.’

Perhaps we fear the darkness and are afraid we’ll be absorbed or lost in it; however, some of the most creative expressions throughout history have come from artists who have taken the journey of Persephone into their inner underworld and give expression to it. Eat the seeds, take the journey and dance in the darkness, sing in it, play it out with music. Create beauty out of the journey into the inner world. For without the journey inwards into our darkness, we could never come to the full expression of light.

The choice we have is whether we’ll go kicking and screaming when life abducts us or if we’ll go willingly. Either way, it is good to remember that sweetness and nurturance also can be found in the darkness and help is ever with us, even though many times unseen. It is often said that when we feel the most alone is when we have the most assistance on a spiritual level. We can draw from the strength of those who have made the journey of Persephone. Know that just as the seasons cycle, so too do the times of darkness.

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