Sing Home Back To Me

By Elaine C. Hill

This story is the narrative, albeit poetic in form, of the breaking and the mending, of the healing that comes when home becomes a place you choose to create, a melody singing home into being. Here in these pages, there is space for healing. In your reading, may you find that openness to create home for (within) yourself as well.

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Read or Green Books
• Release date: Sep 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215207321

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Sing

Home Back

To Me

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Poems

Elaine C. Hill

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Dedication

To those who have offered water,

sustenance, wind, a tether to earth.

To those who remind me that we are human and divinity, whichever seems to be lacking at the moment.

To the reminders that there is actually no lack.

To those who guide us all to fullness by teaching release from all that has never been ours to carry.

Thank you. This is the Story you are creating.

Always for K & J, the songs playing in harmony to pull me on pitch and in key.

Sing

Home Back

to Me

Prologue

Home. Is it defined by a place, a way of being, a location within our own body, or a landscape? These pages tell the story of a girl, moved at 12, wrestling to find home when home kept slipping out from under her.

In the mental health world, there is the saying that you cannot compare traumas. Our souls each have specific scripts written with specific circumstances that are both beautiful and devastating, with different shades of each in all measures. This shadow and light create hardwired beliefs that show up in automatic behaviors and processes for understanding the world.

How do we find our way from pain to peace? One way growth and healing occur is when tension between the inner world of automatic processes and the outer world rub against each other, when the inner world no longer serves the adult and the home that the girl grows up to inhabit.

This ‘growth’ and ‘healing’ is simple, but not easy. The simple path states that, in all cases, we have a choice, with the first step being to trust that anything is possible, thus choosing a path and moving in that direction. The not-easy part is untraining the mind-stories and beliefs connected to body memory, because getting to a place of making a choice and trusting that anything is possible means trauma in the body must be released. For this writer, that looked a lot like words spilling like blood onto pages.

This book began to take shape when I was in the process of moving while in a writing group going through Joseph Campbell’s Hero’s journey based in Jungian archetypal psychology. Rootless teenage angst began to leak from my body-memory into poetry, which became the fodder for finding the light on the other side of the darkness in my story.

There are at least as many perspectives about the same series of events as there are people. In this book, I trace the bones of a story I loosely hold as my own without the story holding me in the reflexes that no longer serve me. A strange phenomenon of writing, particularly with the aid of poetics and metaphor, is that ‘real-life’ scenarios literally become characters and scripts. The distance is helpful on three tiers: 1) the poetic art of seeing and character development, 2) the mystic or karmic vision of seeing all characters really as reflections of your own soul, and 3) the somatic and meditative trauma-healing realm, where the stories are only the scripts that a mind gives for continuing patterns that are no longer indicative of any actual circumstance. No one written in these pages exists in the same form anymore, so if anything sounds defamatory towards another human in this story, it is nothing personal.

This story is the narrative, albeit poetic in form, of the breaking and the mending, of the healing that comes when home becomes a place you choose to create, a melody singing home into being. Here in these pages, there is space for healing. In your reading, may you find that openness to create home for (within) yourself as well.

Contents

Home || Craters

Only Survivors Know

ECE (Extra-Corporeal Experiences)

Constructing Myth

Fledgling’s Call

Hills are Red || Copperhill, TN

The Way the Wind Moves

Home I || Memories of Moon Sugar

A Family Biography in which Oak Speaks

On Down I-95

15-year-old Talks to God

Thrice

Waking Up Naked

When the Voices in your Head Gnash Their Teeth

Just A Big Red Rubber Ball

I. The Mystery off 9 ¾ / Where Anything is