Summary

Marcus reflects on the emotional journey of letting go of his starter marriage to Jenny, paralleling the experience with the concept of overwriting the past to make room for light, inspired by prompts from his mentors and the writings of Esther George.

Abstract

In a poignant narrative titled "Poignant Pockets Redux," Marcus delves into the complexities of his past marriage to Jenny, acknowledging its unviability and the pain of their separation. The story unfolds as Marcus responds to a prompt by 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊. to write about a time he reluctantly gave up something that, in hindsight, was the right decision. He recounts the moment of surrender on the bed with Jenny, where the realization of the need to let go became evident. Marcus's reflection is further influenced by Esther George's essay on the difficulty of moving forward when one is emotionally anchored to the past. The narrative takes a turn when Marcus shares his published piece with Jenny via Twitter, leading to a cathartic exchange of apologies and mutual acknowledgment of their shared spiritual journey. This exchange highlights the importance of releasing past traumas to allow for personal growth and the influx of positive experiences.

Opinions

Marcus believes that his marriage to Jenny was a mistake, as neither of them was ready for such a commitment.
Despite the pain, Marcus recognizes that ending the marriage was the correct choice for both parties.
Esther George's perspective resonates with Marcus, particularly the idea that clinging to the past hinders progress.
The act of revisiting and sharing past experiences is seen as a necessary step in the process of healing and moving forward.
Marcus and Jenny's conversation suggests a mutual understanding that their past relationship, though challenging, has contributed to their individual spiritual growth.
The concept of "emptying pain pockets" is presented as a metaphor for releasing emotional burdens to create space for positive change and enlightenment.

Interwoven CoInspirations

Poignant Pockets Redux

The process of overwriting the past and letting there be light!

Yesterday, in response to 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊.’s prompt-of-the-day in Know Thyself Heal Thyself,

Write about a time you reluctantly had to give up something, but in hindsight, it was the right thing to give it up,

I wrote Poignant Pockets, I didn’t know I still mourn the loss of my starter marriage.

This marriage never should have happened. Neither Jenny nor I were ready for a lifetime partnership. We were separated on and off for half of the three-year marriage, yet I clung to it like I had slipped out of a window and it were the window sill my fingers grasped as the only thing that stood between me and being Humpty Dumpty after a great fall.

In hindsight, surrendering that day when we sat on the bed, the silence congealing the air so thick it could have needed a machete to cut through the thicket, finally broken by Jenny saying something pleadingly exasperatingly about why were we doing this, was the right thing for both of us.

I just read Esther George’s fucking fabulous

You Can’t Go Forward When A Part Of You Is Stuck In The Past

Living in the present moment

medium.com

Esther writes:

It’s hard to move on when deep down, you still believe the past exists, being so vividly alive in the realms of your memory. Just like getting caught in the ocean, the current will pull you under, and then wash you upon its shores.

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The thought of letting go feels irresponsible, or maybe you just plain refuse to. Holding on doesn’t make things any easier. Remember that you need to make progress and move forward. It’s necessary for you to re-evaluate your sense of time. You may not forget but be willing to accept that it’s no longer a piece of reality.

It was, it’s now gone, and it no longer is.

Esther’s piece brought me back to the events of yesterday after the publication of Poignant Pockets. Dr Mehmet Yildiz tweeted the link a few hours later.

As I gazed into the wistful eyes of the image I had chosen, now in my Twitter-feed, I felt moved to send the link to Jenny.

Omg … this makes me so sad 😭 I’m so sorry 😢

I didn't want to make you sad and you have nothing to be sorry about — I'm shocked that I’ve been shedding tears over us today but it’s also nice. It's not like I miss you and the chaos but part of me will always love you — I hoped you would get some nice feeling from the share. Spiritual journeys have lots of unexpected stops

Our story was / is sad.. and I am truly sorry for the chaos I caused — I clearly wasn’t mature enough to be in a healthy relationship.. I did get a nice feeling reading it… Well said Spiritual journeys have many unexpected stops…you will always have a special place in my heart

We spent the next three hours texting about the unexpected concurrence of our separate spiritual journeys, including:

I'm so glad I sent you Poignant Pockets — which didn’t occur to me until one of my mentors of the non-spiritual variety in medium tweeted it and then I thought of sending it, and I wouldn’t even have thought about the whole us thing at all had a muse of mine not put out a prompt to write about something that we reluctantly gave up and after racking my brain to the point of almost not responding I thought of us and the moment of surrender — we were on the bed — me on the right you on the left, you said something pleadingly exasperatedly and I surrendered and called my mom and broke down

I am so sorry I hurt you .. I really am…

I hurt you too — stop. This is good— the more unknown pain pockets we empty the more room there is for the light.

Then Jenny, or was it Esther thinking about her story, or were they each a vessel for each other or some shared messenger from the Realms, said:

Absolutely… couldn’t agree more… hard to move forward if you keep holding onto stuff that doesn’t serve you well.

I’ll stop now and let you connect the dots between the interwoven Co-Inspirations that served as the ChannSpiration for me to share this all with you.

In Rama we Create,

Marcus