On the table in the sitting room squashed up against the bedroom of my box, I have built a miniature world. There's a castle, and a farm, a farmhouse and some trees made of twigs gleaned from the municipal park across town. A family – dream characters – lives in the farmhouse. A queen lives in the castle, as do her ladies-in-waiting, and lots of knights, her visitors of the night. In my night-visiting dreams I imagine their dramas unfolding, and the farm animals stirring, the owls watching, the earth of the miniature-landscape seething with microscopic life.
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Saturday 20 November 2021
Miniature Worlds and Imagining Mind -- a mental health response to pandemic restrictions
On the table in the sitting room squashed up against the bedroom of my box, I have built a miniature world. There's a castle, and a farm, a farmhouse and some trees made of twigs gleaned from the municipal park across town. A family – dream characters – lives in the farmhouse. A queen lives in the castle, as do her ladies-in-waiting, and lots of knights, her visitors of the night. In my night-visiting dreams I imagine their dramas unfolding, and the farm animals stirring, the owls watching, the earth of the miniature-landscape seething with microscopic life.
Wednesday 16 June 2021
Will the legacy of COVID be mental illness, or mental health?
We're constantly being warned that the pandemic and its lock-downs might have spread a secondary virus: mental illness. A contingent of the polled public reports an experience of depression. Are they depressed at having been locked-down, or at the threat of having to come back out? The media know that keeping the viewer engaged requires the right mixture of fear and hope. We hope for “building back better” and “finding the new normal” and “the light at the end of the tunnel” (if you hope for the end of cliches, forget it). Now, we're told also to fear the emotional wreckage the pandemic is said to be leaving behind.
Might it have left emotional gains, though? Maybe these feared mental illness syndromes are examples of adaptive strength, and one person's mental illness is another person's mental health.
Hoarding: we're hoarding new-found privacy and space – some folks won't throw those away with the great “re-opening”. We'll hang on to having time to think, time to ourselves.
Agoraphobia: we might wish to continue avoiding crowds, predatory huggers, the misery of public transport (which never was hygienic). We're like groundhogs who poke their noses out at the first hint of spring and then hustle back into their burrow if they don't like the look of things. What's so bad about hibernation?
Isolation: is this another word for self-regulating self-sufficiency? Embrace your inner hermit.
Obsessive compulsive disorder: if we practise orderliness and non-forgetfulness, is that bad? Asking yourself, is my mask in my pocket? Is my extra mask in my pocket? Have I turned off the lights and stove? (Since you've been working from home the electricity bill has soared. Who wouldn't check?)
Hand-washing: remember when that was the hallmark of OCD? Now it's a legal requirement.
Missing contact with relatives: come on -- you used to dread seeing half of them.
Walking in nature, being with pets, reading many books, doing yoga and crossword puzzles ... are such new habits unhealthy? Is habit itself obsessive and inhibiting? No: humans develop habits instinctively; if we resist one, another will take its place. So choose them wisely. If someone calls that obsessive, fine: obsess away.
One day we'll look back on the pandemic with nostalgia, like people look back at World War II with its shortages and its “making do” inventiveness, and being “all in it together”. We might look back nostalgically at all-staying-apart – with its possibilities for peace and privacy. In fact, for some people the whole thing has been a holiday from the stress of what we called ordinary life.
Maybe “opening up” at the end of COVID is what will drive us mad.
Sunday 28 June 2020
Grave Thoughts on the Levity of Life
Friday 10 April 2020
"Be Well" -- Or Be Unwell?
"Be well" we sign our emails now, even in business messages to total strangers. But what does it mean? How do we "be well"? During the coronavirus epidemic it means don't get coronavirus, and the sub-text is "stay away from me". Go home. That's what the doctor ordered, and fear has made us obedient.
But is it making us more well or less well? "Well" is one of those ancient monosyllables with a richly suggestive host of meanings. In English the word comes via Saxon from the Old German "welle", meaning wave. Health and good fortune well up like water in a well, or waves on the sea, or they sink like the water table in a drought.
Famous wells such as those at Bath, Wells Cathedral, or Struell Wells in Ireland are fed by actual underground springs, and carry spiritual connotations. Religious structures like cathedrals are built on them. They illustrate the inseparability of the physical and the spiritual.
The COVID19 pandemic has licensed a hazardous flight from the physical. From the biological world we flee to cyber-space, and find that an easy, slack, undemanding and habit-forming place. We are rewarded for withdrawing indoors in front of computer screens, pretending that online networking is no different than meeting others in a cafe or lecture theatre.
Sunday 15 March 2020
Health Officer Recommends --To escape Covid-19 AVOID DIGITAL DEVICES
What would life be like if they did, if "computer virus" became a biological as well as a digital thing?
What if the Chief Medical Officer told everyone "YOU MUST IMMEDIATELY DISTANCE YOURSELF FROM YOUR COMPUTER BEFORE IT KILLS YOU"? Imagine the panic then - and the wailing about the economy.
Maybe we'd spend more time outdoors, enjoying nature and fresh air, and less hunched over our digital devices. That would be healthier indeed.
Maybe, without email, we'd communicate with hand-written notes, dropping them into each others' mail slots like characters were forever doing in Victorian novels.
We could have message boards in every community -- physical ones that is, on suitable walls.
We could escape the group-herding of Facebook, the mindless trash-talk of Twitter, the surveillance of Google.
This is looking better by the minute. Maybe we'd learn to remember things again, instead of just Googling them. We'd keep mind and memory in our brains instead of out-sourcing them.
We'd avoid the prison camp of Smart Cities like the one Google-Alphabet is planning for Toronto's Waterfront district -- a prison worse than any hospital, one where it's civil rights that are on life-support.
We would no longer be stalked by our devices which track us around cities and stores, reporting our movements to police and advertisers alike.
Maybe the old-fashioned Soap Box Orator would come back to the parks and squares -- anyone with ideas to share would stand up and speak, keeping free speech alive in the "agora". (Stand at the edge of the crowd to listen, if you insist on avoiding physical contact -- at least you could get to see the faces of other regulars. Actual facial recognition!)
Being outside so much we could watch birds coming and going, and the colours of trees changing, and at night notice the movement of moon and stars.
I don't know about everyone else but I'm feeling healthier already! I do get the irony of what I'm saying though: I'm telling you online how great it would be if we all went offline. So far it's but a health-work-in-progress. But thanks for the possibility, "corona" virus: if only you really did crown our lives with this silver lining.
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