Catharsis Theater: Relief for the Human Heart
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💔 A welcoming space to bring any hurt, with 100+ years of psychodrama wisdom. 🔥 In-person in LA & nationwide — & virtual. ✨ Expect connection, movement, laughter. Speak, be silent, witness, or join — always at your pace. 🌊 caligrief.com/catharsis-theater
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To be human is to sail toward what we can’t fully name.
Across time, we still build rafts of meaning and test the currents of connection.
Each voyage is a rehearsal for healing. 🌊

#Bluesky #Grief #CaliforniaGriefCenter #Psychodrama #Sociometry #Healing #Humanity #Meaning
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The Lipps–Signor Effect says fossils mark only glimpses, not beginnings or ends.
So it is with memory and grief: what remains is the echo between.
The boats are gone, but the longing to cross distances endures. ⚓
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Psychodrama teaches that healing comes from action.
The first mariners knew this—each paddle stroke a test of trust and belonging.
Moreno called it tele—the invisible current between souls, first felt between wind and tide. 🌬️🌊
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The ocean is the first therapist. It asks: Will you face what you can’t see?
Those in bamboo rafts and dugout canoes practiced ancestral psychology—
curiosity as courage, navigation as self-trust.

Every voyage was both migration and meditation. 🌅
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🌊 Mariners at the Dawn of History — our ancestors didn’t just walk into the unknown, they sailed.
Before cities or maps, they crossed vast seas—explorers of body and mind.

⛵ What does it mean that our first journeys were over water?
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Mariners at the Dawn of History
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💫 Perhaps the meaning of life is this: we keep finding ways to say “I see you” even in the noise. From ancient rituals to digital taps, we try to stitch together belonging. To heal, to grieve, to live.
#Bluesky #Grief #CaliforniaGriefCenter #MentalHealth #Wellness #Psychology #Humanity
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🌍 In every age, humans invent new languages of care. From speed dial to Snapchat hearts to Instagram likes, we chase connection in changing forms. The danger is mistaking data for devotion. Wellness asks us: what is real, what is illusion?
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🧠 Moreno dreamed of healing through sociometry—mapping invisible ties between people. Today, “likes” and emojis are our crude sociograms. They measure presence, not depth. They show where the threads lie but not the meaning woven through them.
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💌 What does it mean when someone taps your story? For some, it’s affection. For others, social maintenance. For many, just “cool post.” This ambiguity mirrors grief and love alike—simple gestures carrying multitudes we cannot pin down.
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📱✨ A like is never just a like.
Ruby Justice Thelot reminds us: even the smallest tap can carry echoes of love, longing, or loss. Digital gestures become the speed dials of our age, ranking intimacy in silence.
Read here: beingonline.substack.com/p/instagram-...
Instagram Story Likes and Markers of Digital Affection
User research on the meaning of Instagram Story Likes
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❤️‍🔥 Lori Cannon’s legacy is not past tense. It is a call: Love louder. Demand dignity. Heal the world together. This is the meaning of life woven through grief.

#Bluesky #Grief #CaliforniaGriefCenter #Healing #Psychology #History #Sociometry #Wellness
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📖 From ancient wisdom to modern psychology, the question persists: how do we live when death surrounds us? Lori’s answer: show up, speak up, feed someone, risk arrest, risk love. She carried the spirit of collective grief into action.
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🌊 Psychology and wellness often ask us to look inward. Yet Lori Cannon’s work teaches the other half: turn outward, connect, feed, care. Healing is not only introspection, but also the choreography of kindness across a city.
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🕯️ In every era, people have turned loss into collective action. J.L. Moreno called it sociatry—healing society itself. Lori’s GroceryLand was just that: a living stage where grief, memory, and community became medicine.
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🌟 “We needed to do something.” Lori’s story is a reminder that grief, rage, and love can become engines for change. From buses to food pantries to ACT UP, she showed how ordinary courage feeds extraordinary legacies.
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"We needed to do SOMETHING"
in memoriam, Lori Cannon
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Friendship interrupts us, saves us from becoming screensavers of solitude. It is the bog that holds the horse, the chorus that carries us through. Healing the world begins here: witness, presence, connection. 🌱💙

#Bluesky #Grief #Friendship #Psychology #Sociometry #Healing #Wellness
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The essay reminds us: friends are couriers of the Infinite Friend. They appear in kitchens, smoking areas, community gardens, reminding us we exist. This is not self-optimization. It is messy, awkward, vulnerable—yet it is medicine for despair, a rehearsal for meaning.
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J.L. & Zerka Moreno called it tele—the invisible thread between souls. Sociometry charted our hidden connections, sociatry sought to heal society itself. To make a friend is to build a bridge, one role at a time, toward healing the loneliness of the world. 🌍
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Aristotle, Montaigne, Nietzsche—they circled the mystery of friendship. Yet each of us lives it daily in smaller ways: texts, errands, silences. Philosophy, psychology, and the wisdom of lived experience converge here: human beings ache for witnesses and companions.
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Friendship, says The Shadowed Archive, is impossible—therefore it must be done. 🌊
We are not moss, spreading alone in damp silence. We are animals who rot without witnesses. Someone must see us, hear us, accompany us.
📖 theshadowedarchive.substack.com/p/an-existen...
An Existential Guide to: Making Friends
Friends Friends What Glorious Friendly Friends!
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We will soon live inside a mirror made of cameras.
The choice is ours: spectacle or witness, numbness or healing.
Psychodrama reminds us: images can hold grief, carry memory, and unlock the meaning of life. The lens can hurt—or it can heal.

#Bluesky #Grief #Psychodrama #Healing #Wellness
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In a world of wearable cameras, the human face may become as indexed as the atomic clock.
But what if instead of surveillance, we use this vision to connect—to see each other’s pain, resilience, and joy?
That is the spirit of sociatry: healing society through shared vision and truth.
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Time was once scarce, local, and precious. Now it flows invisibly in every device. ⏰
Images follow the same curve: once rare, now infinite.
The challenge is not creation but meaning. Without depth, images numb us. With intention, they can restore us.
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Sontag warned: images can sedate the masses while surveilling them. Yet they also carry memory, grief, and truth. 🌊
Psychology teaches us that witnessing heals. J.L. Moreno’s psychodrama used scenes, roles, and replay to mend hearts. Images—when used with care—can be medicine, not chains.
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We once became clocks. Now we are becoming cameras. ⏱📷
What happens when images saturate our reality the way time once did?
The question isn’t just about tech. It’s about what it means to see and to be seen—as humans, as communities, as souls.
As We Become Cameras
Wearable cameras will be ubiquitous. We’ll barely notice.
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