Vishuddha — Communication and all it entails.

I first started writing in my early teens, my sister introduced it to me, along with grunge music, the beat generation, Kerouac and Ginsberg. Without a fixed process, its always been a spontaneous thing, writing. A gentle channeling, words and phrases popping in my head, whole ideas passing through the corridors of the mind. I was an antennae and the message flowed through my body. Poetry was the daily toil, “the work”. It was a diligent cataloguing of messages received during times in the flow, disembodied being, altered states of consciousness. It was processing and getting through the depression and anxiety that I’d experienced since high school. It was how I could express myself in an honest way, dialoguing with myself. Outward communication was something that had always been difficult for me, really expressing my interior was a struggle. Poetry became that language I could filter my thoughts and emotions through into the outside of “me”, make sense of them on a page, and free myself from their weight. <a href="https://ianpetersoncook.medium.com/vishuddha-communication-and-all-it-entails-ed727905b95b">Website</a>