The leaf or the tree...
 

It’s so easy to get blown off course by a mere look, comment, or tone.

By someone not seeing the sacred parts of ourselves,

when we were so sure they were there.

My whole life, I was the little leaf that was blown and then left alone.

My stability—determined by outside forces.

I didn’t realize instead of living as the leaf, I could live as the tree.

I didn’t realize my values could be the weight

to keep me grounded.

And with flexibility, I could see obstacles

as opportunities for new ways to grow.

-JLK

 
Jessica Kane
My body as a hospital...
 

Illustration of the day…

I was at my first silent meditation retreat when I realized I needed healing. My entire body was filled with pain I’d been avoiding. I wasn’t sure how I would get through the retreat. I had no one to talk to and no one to help me.

That’s when I realized I had to think of something. So I decided to appoint myself my own nurse, and to think of my body as a hospital.

Because I was the only nurse, I had to do triage. And so I listened for the cries for help within me, and hurried to the bedsides of all those younger selves and listened until I understood, until they felt heard and soothed by my attention.

It was heartwarming at times, even hilarious at others, but mostly I wanted to do what I’d always done: flee. But I couldn’t flee. And staying put was not easy work.

For years I carried a lot of secret guilt and shame, but by the end of the retreat, I began to feel some release.

I began to feel like I was whole—like everyone inside of me had becomes friends, like we were now part of the same team—with my current self, the leader.

We can release pain. On a physiological level.

With the attention of our understanding and compassion, our pain can lose its weight and matter and literally defy gravity, by rising out of our bodies and turning into something else, an ‘it is what it is,’ something that’s no longer held hostage by all the meaning we’ve given it.

These days, I’m unable to do retreats, but I do my best to create mini retreats for myself in the wee hours when there’s no place to run.

I’ve amassed new younger selves, so there’s always healing to be done. And so I listen to the calls of pain within myself and then run to the bedsides of everyone I’ve been with all the love I’ve got.

-JLK

 
Jessica Kane
It’s never too late to heal the parts of you that are still hurting...
 

 

Thoughts on healing…

There are younger versions of yourself still inside of you.

They may have been dismissed in the past, but when we don’t take the time to let them speak to us today, they get dismissed all over again.

I used to think it was ridiculous and indulgent to speak to my younger selves. Until I realized that’s exactly the impression that the grown-ups from my past gave me.

Our younger selves carry our first glimpses of creativity, our first glimmers of gold from our imaginations, our first best ideas.

Creating a connection with our younger selves connects us to the inspiration that we may be longing for, that may have gotten lost in that original sadness of being dismissed.

-JLK

Jessica Kane
Thinking about filters and masks…
 

I think as kids, when we experience the world for the first time, we experiment with expressing what that’s like for us through our natural filters.

Maybe we naturally express our experience through movement, or maybe we like to organize our experiences into neat rows. Maybe we like to create projects to express our experience, or tell stories or sing or make music. Or maybe we like to analyze or paint or photograph. Or maybe we’re very sensitive and prone to great sadness, or we love to laugh. Or maybe we find great relief through flapping our wings like a bird, or maybe we like to help others.

The thing is, that all of these filters are our natural ways of sharing our experiences right now. And if we’re given space to express ourselves in these natural ways, we get to continue on our paths of self-expression and grow and develop naturally.

But if we grow up in environments where there isn’t space for us to express our experiences naturally, and if we have someone, or many people in our lives that say, “No. Do not share yourself like this. Ever again. Share yourself like this instead, like we do,” and they hand us their ways of being in the world that are more ‘appropriate,’ a chasm can get created. A chasm between our own natural experience of the world and how we’re allowed to express our experience of being the world.

I think learning skills like manners are important, and learning to read faces and read spaces so that we can integrate our self expression into the world of others’ self expression is important and sometimes necessary for our own safety, but not at the expense of our own natural expression in the rest of our environments.

Because if we doubt that the natural expression of our own experiences are welcome, we may cope destructively with the anxiety that comes from knowing we have to squash ourselves to be allowed in the world.

If we are neglected or criticized for example, we may filter our expression through our having been criticized or neglected. We may get cautious and inauthentically express our experiences just to avoid being criticized or neglected, or we may avoid creating healthy boundaries just in order to get the reward of being accepted.

And this comes at a high price.

After living for some time through the masks we’ve been forced to wear, we may discover that we have attracted situations and people that are not a match for who we experience ourselves to be, but only a match for who we’ve pretended to be. And bc of this, we may feel exhausted, unknown and strange. Or maybe we walk around feeling rigid about other people’s self expression, bc if we can’t be free, well then, neither should they.

Or maybe we self-harm or turn to substances, or anything that offers a release from these masks that aren’t ours so we can give ourselves a fucking break.

Or maybe the chasm between the person within us and the person we’re allowed to be gets so distinct, it snaps in half in the form of dissociation.

Whatever the case, I believe that no matter how long we’ve felt stuck inside ourselves, our natural expression still exists within us. And I believe we can still access this authentic part of ourselves.

And once we realize that who we are inside ourselves is a gift worth giving, I believe we can heal that great chasm—by stepping past all those supposed-to-be’s, and once again being true to expressing our natural experience of being in this world.

To me, there’s enough space for everyone to share their natural experience of being in the world. And we can make this space possible for ourselves and each other by allowing people to share themselves naturally instead of judging and redirecting them. We can give people the space to show up and be celebrated for who they are, instead of who they aren’t.

-JLK

 
Jessica Kane
Breaking the cycle...
 

A story in three panels about a dad, his younger self, and his child, all trying to move past old authoritarian conditioning and reactivity, and into spaces that allow for connection and awareness and real caring.

 
Jessica Kane
Living Breathing Being...
 

I remember one night, I was in such a bad space.

Each negative thought was a ladder deeper down into this pit, where I couldn’t see anything of value about myself to be proud of.

In that space I dwelled on all the painful things that had happened and all the stupid things I said and did, and felt like I should just stay hidden inside myself instead of taking up any more space out there in the world.

And at some point, I heard this kind voice, a voice I often hear deep inside myself, that comforts me when I’ve lost the ability to comfort myself.

And the voice said, "My dear, would you like to know the most warped thing I’ve ever seen?”

And I said, “What.”

And the voice said, "The image you have of your own self. You’re allowed to feel down. But please don't forget to separate your circumstances from the incredible living, breathing being that you are."

And those words elevated me. And I carry them with me now.

So if you’re feeling bad about yourself, please remember, the image of yourself that you’re imagining is you, is not at all a clear picture of what’s real.

What’s real is that who you are, is an incredible living breathing being, full of gifts to share.

-JLK

 
Jessica Kane
When the world is a brutal place...
 

This world can be a brutal place. Reaching out doesn’t have to be for getting support in the traditional sense of the word. Reaching out can be a way to access new perspectives that our minds haven’t thought of yet. Sending peace and love to whoever might need some.

 
Jessica Kane
Shoving too much under the rug...
 

Sometimes instead of dealing with my feelings, I push them under the rug to deal with later. But I’ve learned that this is never a good idea. Because new feelings keep coming and next thing I know, I’ve got a mountain of unfelt feelings that I don’t know how to sort through.

I used to feel so resentful of all the people who never checked in with me about my feelings, until it occurred to me that I actually never checked in with myself about these feelings.

I’m still not the best at feeling my feelings, but I try to make a practice at night after everyone’s gone to bed, to take inventory of all this stuff inside me. And I listen to what it has to share instead of pushing it all under the rug.

It’s a good way to remind myself that I’m actually someone I can count on to be here for me. And it makes being in the world a lot easier.

-JLK

 
Jessica Kane
Self portrait of me and my son...
 

How it sometimes feels on my parenting journey:

Trying to find access to resources that are a match for my son, trying to find spaces where he can be himself and create projects based on his own interests with like-minded kids. And in the meantime, doing the best we can with the resources we’ve got.

 
Jessica Kane
Stuck...
 

 
 

Sometimes when we get stuck in the box of our perceived limitations, instead of dismantling the box, we try to make the box more comfortable.

But instead of settling, we can find the courage to step out into the limitless space of what’s possible for ourselves and discover new ways of being in the world.

 
Jessica Kane
Feelings Are Meant To Be Felt
 

An illustration inspired by a memory I had from when I was little...

My mother used to say she never let me be angry. And I understood why. She grew up with such a mean, harsh mother, she needed me to be happy. And I obliged as best as I could. I wanted her love and learned to be a perfect accessory—I glittered and sparkled and shined.

But underneath all the right things I learned to say were my feelings. Even angry feelings. But because I knew my anger wasn’t wanted, it came out secretly, through hurting myself.

It took me decades to understand that anger isn’t a bad word. That my angry feelings just needed to be felt and understood. That anger has good things to share, like what feels ok and what doesn’t.

And now that I have a child of my own, I make sure to pause when he’s angry, because I know I’m wired to try to fix his anger. So I pause and I tell him that his feelings are important to feel. That they have important messages to share. And that if he would like to share what his anger feels like, I’m here to listen.

-JLK

 
Jessica Kane
Whac-A-Mole
 

It can be a scary thing to emerge from the safety of ourselves, but forcing ourselves to stay stuck is unnecessary. There’s enough space in this world for everyone to get to be who they want to be.

 
Jessica Kane