en plein air…
I begin to unfurl.
My duty-brain has been knotted with nervy caregiver logistics.
Sleep? Huh. A thing of the past.
Dementia tangles and plaques its way into my daily surrounds, both in my personal and professional life.
Are you a caregiver for an elderly relative? How does this sit in your soulscape?
‘Emotional labour’ is a term coined by Arlie Hochschild in her book ‘The Managed Heart’. I love those words. Emotional labour. Managed Heart. They speak to me.
Emotional labor is the process of managing feelings and expressions to fulfill the emotional requirements of a job. More specifically, workers are expected to regulate their emotions during interactions with customers, co-workers and superiors.
I feel my way into expanded meanings of emotional labour. Could it be all the invisible inner work of trying to make it OK for someone else?
There’s the smiling, soothing, smoothing over, placating, reassuring, drawing forth strength, glossing over, smiling, facilitating sticky interactions, anticipating, planning, being one step ahead at any moment, smiling, refining, suppressing your own natural needs, mopping up messes and much much more. And smiling. Do you relate to this at all?
I find respite in a sweet place by the sea.
I hear the sounds of two beaches.
Lap lap. Swoosh swoosh.
An outdoor studio amongst the trees.
Birdsong. Treats for the senses.
Will it be a flower?