Pushed away: Thyme
“I could start. I've been about to start for years.”
It runs at very low current, with activity postponed, potency switched off and the whole warm register of desire left alone, and the postponement has hardened into a philosophy about how little any of it matters. Underneath is a household demoralising enough to make effort look statistically foolish, and a body that agreed with the assessment. What it asks for is one act of no importance whatsoever, completed, before the argument about meaning is allowed to resume.
It echoes Ilya Muromets, who lay on the stove for thirty-three years without the use of his legs until wanderers came to the door with a drink and he stood up. The form implies a task: to let something small come to the door.
- Essence
- Betrayed Order
- Rule
- Nothing anyone did there made a difference, including me.
- Substance / Activity
- Thyme
- Archetype
- Ilya Muromets
- Emotional theme
- Demoralisation; nihilism as a settled position
- Behavioural pattern
- Activity-avoidance; shutdown of potency, sensuality and joy
- Family dynamic
- Dysfunctional household in which effort was visibly pointless
- Core wound
- Nothing anyone did there made a difference, including me.
- Exit
- Completing one small unimportant act, then another, without settling the question of meaning first.
What is the "Pushed away: Thyme" pattern?
It runs at very low current, with activity postponed, potency switched off and the whole warm register of desire left alone, and the postponement has hardened into a philosophy about how little any of it matters. Underneath is a household demoralising enough to make effort look statistically foolish, and a body that agreed with the assessment. What it asks for is one act of no importance whatsoever, completed, before the argument about meaning is allowed to resume.
What does "Pushed away: Thyme" sound like when it shows up?
I could start. I've been about to start for years.
What is the archetypal form of "Pushed away: Thyme"?
It echoes Ilya Muromets, who lay on the stove for thirty-three years without the use of his legs until wanderers came to the door with a drink and he stood up. The form implies a task: to let something small come to the door.
This is a pattern. Not a verdict.
It appears in many lives.