February 14, 2010
Well, It's about 4:00 AM and i have to get up and write before the mode passes. I have sometimes called it "midnight musings" and have wondered why this frequently happens to me. I think I may have finally figured it out, thanks to a phone conversation yesterday with Pheobe Ballard, now Phoebe Ballard Ford. In this conversation I suddenly blurted out that "Receptive Listening" was probably one of the most significant formative experiences in my life.
Receptive Listening was a 6 month program developed by Phoebe and Jack Ballad that brought together about 25 or so young (?) adults for a weekend once a month at the home of General Skinny Wainwright in Rye, New York. The program was mostly based on Carl Jung psychology about which I can't do justice in detailed, appropriate explanation. However I do recall that people, supposedly, can be categorized by 4 different types -- thinking, feeling, sensing and intuition. One of those types is usually predominant and its opposite is buried in the subconscious. In my case the predominant seemed to be "thinking" and its opposite, "feellng", was buried to some extent. The surprising hypothesis to me was that creativity in a person likely comes out when it is possible to bring to consciousness, at least temporarily, the inferior or un-predominant mode. In my case, shifting from thinking to feeling seemed to work a bit.
Getting into that inferior mode was part of what "Receptive Listening" was all about. We would all "center down", frequently flat on the floor, with no conversation at all for 15 minutes or so, listening to appropriate music while attempting to individually feel and relax every muscle in the body, head to toe. I can remember being totally unaware after a few minutes of where I was or the other people around me. It must be similar to the feeling of being immersed in yoga. At the end of this centering down time we would start to write or to paint or to mold clay on different sessions, with no conversation that might collapse the temporary flight into the inferior mode. For me the painting or clay modling didn't indicate much creativity. But I was surprised at what came out of me in the writing sessions.
I think this is what happens to me now, some 40 years later when I awaken in the wee hours, can't sleep for all the stuff whirling around in my head, and feel I must get to the computer and write for a while if I am ever going to be able to go back to sleep. I must have been centering down into my inferior type (feeling) while sleeping. For whatever it may be worth to me, when I read the stuff I have written later on in the day when I am clearly back in a thinking type mode in the noisey world, I am often amazed or puzzled by what I have written and can't change a single word of it (except for spelling, of course).
Well I am going back to bed now and I bet I will fall asleep instantly, fully relaxed.
There was another somewhat different revelation to me from the Receptive Listening course and that had to do with actually listening deeply to other people and discovering wonderful qualities in every one of them. Maybe I will reveal a confession on my part, related to this, during another inferior session.
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It is now early in the morning of February 15 and I need to describe the "confession" mentioned above.
When I met the other participants the Friday evening of the first monthly session I remember mentally asking myself what in the world have I gotten into! I figured there were a half dozen or so in total with whom I might enjoy this six month program. Wow! What a changing experience for me! During the next six months we met with each other in twos, sometimes in threes, after centering down, probably in our respective inferior modes, and listened intently.
In short by the time the six months were over I knew there was something remarkable and great about everyone of them. Several had serious problems, all of us to some degree -- things we would ordinarily be reluctant to discuss. I remember thinking later on that I bet I would find something great about Hitler even, if I had a chance to center down with him! Now that is way out, don't you think?
We were ordinary people. But this experience has led me to my current mission in life, recording life stories of people who came to Park City with a passion for skiing and other outdoor life experiences and took on any kind of work to permit them to stay here. They have handsomely prospered in the last 35 years or so and made this town quite remarkable. I call them Extraordinarily Ordinary Passionate People of Park City with Imagination, Initiative and Perseverance. They are affectionately known as successful Ski Bums (not a pejorative title around here!). And I now like to consider myself as an Elder Ski Bum.