Do you have any wonderlust left? I find wonder is the last thing to go in times of crisis. Do whatever you can to keep wonder alive. Tell stories, play tricks, risk humiliation living out your wacky dreams it is vitally important to your soul’s survival. For me nothing does the trick like good old fashion daydreaming. Wonder is not a renewable resource, you have to go out and get it participate in its creation!
W – is for Woe. The saying “Woe is me” is one of the oldest sayings. It was written in the book of Job about 3,200 years ago and is also mentioned in Shakespeare’s Hamlet, it is a saying that needs no explanation. It is an utterance that comes from desperation. A feeling of woe is all consuming dread. Woe is onomatopoeia or echo mimetic, a word that needs no translation; it is a word that sounds like the expression of a feeling. Somewhat like “scream”. In order to say the word you also mimic the action. Woe is the opposite of wow. Wow is an expanding word the more you say it and the more energy you give it; it celebrates awe and attraction. When woe is used like a mantra “woe is me” it makes one smaller by constricting movement and disassociating with others. The word woe comes from fearing what has already happened to you, so that you live in the past assuming the worst and positioning yourself to experience negativity again. It works like dread. Dread is to experience pain before it happens. People who are depressed are acting out this ancient drama of the doomed character that has lost the faculty of imagination.