In Forrest teacher training, there’s something called The Secret Game. You tell a secret — or two, or fifteen dozen – to one fellow trainee in strictest confidence, to allow a little release & acceptance of something you may have thought was too awful for anyone to hear.
Good game.
Some days on my own when I can’t figure out what the hell is going on, I play a variation called The Feeling Game. It goes something like this: “If I had feelings, which I might, but sure can’t tell, what would that feeling be?” Or “What could be too awful for me to be feeling right now, therefore I am feeling nothing?”
Useful game.
Practiced two hours in the am to my own drummer… well, actually, mostly to Black Rebel Motorcycle Club tunes, but same diff. Setting up now for a half hour chill stretching.
Opportunities to feel.
