The OED defines it as ‘release through drama’ as the ancient Greeks were known to do. For me catharsis has always taken the path of poetry, sometimes my own and sometimes that of a poet who captured to same emotions before me.
Today I know that my own healing has begun. Let me then send a message to my beloved child, not in my own words, but in those of an old friend:
A Noiseless Patient Spider,
I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
Till the bridge you will need be form’d, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer threat you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.