Promotes Healthy Mental Awareness Through the Power of Imagery and the Written Word
Why I Write
My Path to Spiritual Wholeness
Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to tell a story. As far back as I can remember, I put words on a page. I still have some of the stories I wrote on lined white paper torn out of spiral bound notebooks. Some of the stories included small pencil drawings made by me, which I often colored--stories about good and bad little girls, a mouse called Speedy, butterflies who fell in love, a teacher who was really a witch, and fairies who came to save the day in almost every tale. Sometimes, I made little books. I cut each page I wrote into a rectangular shape, added a cover page, stapled the pages together, and rented them to classmates at a rate of three cents per day. Wow, I was an entrepreneur in the second grade. Amazing, I think, looking back on those days. My desk drawer at school was full of miniature books written and illustrated by me.
This picture comes from a story I wrote when I was in the second grade called "Bob and Raggy". It's a rags to riches type story with a very happy ending. As you can see, people were stick figures in my stories, and girls always had curly hair like me. Although, it's a little hard to see the curly hair in this picture.
I just loved to write. It was fun in those days. But what I didn’t know was that writing would soon become a lifeline for me going forward, the first step in a process of discovering myself, absorbing pain, and moving beyond this pain to a state of healthy mental awareness or spiritual wholeness. I just poured out my heart on a page.
Writing—a Lifeline for Me
I wrote about pain for nearly 15 years after my husband died from Hodgkins Disease. I had pages and pages of hurt in a journal. When I couldn’t sleep at night, I sat at my desk and wrote. I cried on a page when tears wouldn’t come, shouted at God and everyone else, expressed my fear of nothing at all, and apologized over and over again for being alive. Sometimes, words came out in a stream of consciousness form--one long continuous flow of thoughts and emotions. And sometimes, they came out in poetry form. There was a rhythm of sorts and maybe a rhyme. And sometimes, it was a little of both. It really didn't matter to me. I just let the pain I felt inside come out, so I could get up every day and walk through life. I was a wreck, and spilling out words on a page helped me breathe for a while. Life was hard, I said to myself every day. Too hard, sometimes. It was all I could do to survive.
And that’s how it was until one day, I saw almost the very same words I said every day on somebody else’s written page and paused. “Life is difficult,” I read out loud. Three simple words, and everything slowly began to change for me after that--partly because I knew I wasn’t alone anymore, and partly because there was more for me to know. Somebody else had poured out their heart on a page like me. Somebody else was living with grief. Gosh, I started to read some more. Maybe there is some hope for me. And the more I read, the more I wanted to read. I had an insatiable thirst for knowledge--facts, information, maybe even some skills--something. Something to stop the hurt and get me out of the very deep hole I was wallowing in.
Reading—a Quest for Knowledge
I read what seemed like a hundred books or more in my quest for knowledge. Sometimes, I read a book two or three times, and sometimes I read every book that an author wrote. I wanted to understand why I hurt so much, how long it would last, how God played into it all, if there was really a heaven somewhere, and what it meant to be all by myself in the world. My questions went on and on and on. In fact, the more I read, the more insidious questions I had. Questions without any answers that I could own, and questions that left me wanting for more. I read, and scribbled notes as I read all over inside the pages of every book. And when I finished a book, I transferred my scribbled notes to paper, tried to organize them, and added some more. I was hungry. I wanted to learn. I wanted to hope, and knowledge was helping me reach again for something bigger than me, and something good.
At first, I organized all my notes by author, by book and by chapter. It seemed to make sense to do it this way. But then, when I started to see some themes in what I was reading, recurring thoughts and ideas, I reordered my notes by subject matter or theme--subjects like grieving, healing, loneliness, death and dying, and spiritual leanings. Yes, my knowledge was building, and that felt good. But themes wove into themes sometimes, and I found myself trying to see something more, read something more--something that wasn't transparent in the pages and pages of notes I took. I was onto something. But I needed a way to connect the dots between facts, speculations, random thoughts, and all the themes I was seeing. The themes needed to be something more. I was sure of this, and that's when it dawned on me, that maybe some pictures might help.
I didn't know at the time, but what I was really looking for were principles, foundational concepts buried within all the notes in front of me. Principles, that would help me adjust the framework I had for seeing the world. Principles, that were a catalyst for change. The knowledge I had was exciting. It was giving me hope, but without any principles, all I had was a notebook full of interesting themes and thoughts. But a picture…I felt my heart pound. A picture might really help! I was using pictures at work to help me digest new concepts in the form of flow diagrams. But I never thought about using pictures to unravel my troubled thoughts and find a way forward in life.
Imagery—a Search for Principles
Imagery was an exciting new tool for me, and it took many forms once I went down this path. I used photographs, timelines, flowcharts, tables, and combinations thereof. Sometimes, I used images I found on the web or in a book, but most of the time, I created my own images using information I found in my journal or in my copious notes. The imagery was a way to summarize knowledge I had in a logical manner and refine that knowledge as it continued to grow. It helped me to see a principle or discover a concept, and sometimes, it helped me see the truth about something--a truth that I was afraid to face and let have a space to play. Eventually, it became a visual way to learn and grow, to augment my writing, to see what I might not otherwise see, change my framework, and get out of the muck when I got stuck.
Let’s take a look now, at how this visual stuff actually works.
Photographs
Sometimes, I put photographs in front of me of people and places. I even arrange pictures chronologically to help me build a story, put me back in a place for a while where I can relive an experience. I did this frequently when I wrote my two longer books, "Pieces of Life" and "Dancing With Death " (DWD). It allowed me to walk through time with my very dear brother, who took his own life, and my first loving husband, who died of cancer. I stared at their pictures, wrote a brief story around them, and before I knew it, I found myself back in time reliving important scenes. Was it painful? Absolutely yes. Was I learning to live again and grow? Yes-yes-yes! It was part of the healing I needed to do.
As a pilot, clouds always get my attention. I love the first picture because it clearly illustrates the concept of peacefully rising above your pain. I almost put it on the cover of DWD, but since my grieving went on for 15 years, as did the story in my book, I wanted a more ominous picture of clouds. The second picture got me closer, but I still wasn't satisfied. I'll let you look at the cover to see what I finally used.
Timelines
Sometimes, I put together chronological timelines to understand the sequence of things. How old was I when something occurred? How long was I stuck in a place? Where did I live? Was I married? Where did I work? Was my family around? Who were my friends? In DWD, this kind of information helped me understand and write about my grieving process. I was distressed because it was taking me far too long to heal, but timelines in conjunction with other information helped me understand the reasons why it took me so long. I was stuck, but I didn’t even know I was stuck until I started to look at a timeline presenting the phases of my life.
This is a timeline that didn't make it into my DWD book, but it was a very important part of my grieving and healing journey. I rewrote many pages of the book because of what I saw here. The timeline and the words you see just above it are from my journal word for word.
Through the process of grieving and well into the healing phase, I danced with death. My dreams, my writing, self-study, and my conversations with four very important people in my life helped me through this part of my journey. Life doesn't stop. The journey goes on in the midst of our loving and grieving and healing.
Tables
Sometimes, I use tables to help me learn. Again, in DWD, I used tables to help me analyze dreams I was having for years. Tables allowed me to categorize dreams, then plot them over time as you see in the table below. With this useful information, I was able to go back to books written by experts and see some trends in my grieving process that were delaying forward movement in my life to a place of healing.
I studied my dreams for years during the grieving process. I learned about types of dreams and symbols in dreams, even the meaning of colors in dreams. But when I learned that dreams sometimes came in a series that told a story, I was startled because my dreams in the last year or so of grieving were coming to me this way.
Flow Diagrams
Last, but certainly not least, are flow diagrams or flowcharts. My friends and some of my family often call me the “Flowchart Queen” because I tend to see everything in my life in some kind of diagram form. I know it sounds crazy, and I’m smiling as I write these words, but the minute I have a problem of any kind, I immediately draw a flowchart in my mind, sometimes, two or three of them, before I discover a process or a principle that is useful. It might take a day or two of thinking and doodling, but eventually, I come up with a diagram that helps me analyze the problem and find my way through it. I start by asking a question like: How is whatever it is working right now? I start to draw. How should it be working? I draw some more or find a chart in a book. And then I compare the charts and ask, What can be changed? Where am I stuck? Why am I stuck? It’s a very informal way of looking at things in life. What I’m actually doing is looking for trends, inefficiencies, roadblocks, connections and themes, and links between what I knew from before the problem arose, and what I know now.
This flowchart is not in any of my books yet, but I refer to it almost every time I sit down to write. I prepared the chart while reading the book called "The Road Less Traveled" written my M. Scott Peck, PHD. I read this book three times already, cover to cover. I also read all of his other self-help books.
Once again, the words you see above the chart are from my journal word for word.
Assumptions:
Achieving mental and spiritual growth are the same. Mind and spirit are synonymous.
The process of achieving growth is hard and a lifelong task.
That's how flowcharts work, and that's why I use them when I write. It helps make sense out what is happening in my story of life. It helps me see and absorb a process or concept. And most importantly, it gives me hope and helps me grow.
Summing It Up
I write to learn and grow using what I have dubbed a healthy mental coping process. I tell a story and interrupt your reading along the way with poems, charts, tables, and present day ruminations. I make you pause to reflect on a situation, absorb a principle or concept, and analyze your perspective on something. I take you on an introspective journey through pain in memoir form with a visual orientation. My underlying premise is: Life is hard and no one escapes dealing with pain. But life can good if we learn how to cope with this pain by finding new knowledge that causes change. By conquering pain, all kinds of pain, with new perspective and active doing.
My early work, with more to come, is focused on pain caused by death and brokenness under the heading Soul Work. I was grieving. My life was falling apart, and an introspective coping process helped me survive. It helped me go to my core, express the pain I had, and discover new truth about God, and family, and friends. I still hurt. I hurt a lot, but I found my way to stable ground again. And that's when I started the Healing Series, a heartfelt collection of prose and poems and imagery written while roaming around outdoors breathing the landscape in one meaningful breath at a time. Every page of every book is filled with colorful photographs and disturbingly honest words. It's writing and imagery at its best.
My more recent work, with more to come, is focused on pain caused by the economic needs of entrepreneurs under the heading Prosperity As a business coach and former entrepreneur myself, I share true practical stories and anecdotes about how to start and manage a business without going broke. These books examine operating and finance requirements using tables, flow diagrams, and technical narrative in memoir form. Currently, both books are being used in private coaching sessions and educational classes sponsored by the Small Business Development Center, part of the US Small Business Administration.
In summing it up, I found a steadfast coping process for dealing with pain that works, a path to Healthy Mental Awareness or Spiritual Wholeness. By Spiritual I mean, that part of our human self that allows us to reason and feel aside from our physical being. The part that allows us to connect with people, connect with ourself, search for truth, explore new meaning, discover healing, and ponder prosperity. And by Wholeness I mean, a state of harmony without any boundaries. A state of soundness where I have accepted the suffering in life with all of its challenging limitations. While I'm certainly not a religious person; I don't profess any faith. I do believe in the power that comes to us when we choose to learn and grow, when we do the hard work of finding a new perspective on whatever is causing us pain, and rise above the pain by effecting change.
Butterflies Pause
Debbie Richard
Author and Founder
Inspirational Books
Butterflies Pause, I said to myself one day. They go really fast and then stop for a moment and fold up their wings. Maybe...to contemplate, I think, and maybe...to breathe.