Author: bjukuri

  • Without Boundaries

     

    I just watched a short clip of Brene Brown speaking about Boundaries.  

    "Boundaries are saying, "Here is what is okay with me and here is what is not…."

     

    It sounds too simple…but, try setting up a boundary.

    And, do it with family or friends.

    Do it with integrity and honesty.

    About how you feel.

    Boundaries are where you find your value.

    They clearly show what is okay with you and what is not.

    I have a ton of respect for people with boundaries. They are showing me their value…the more boundaries, the greater they value themselves.

    So, it is equally the opposite.

    I don't feel much connection to people without boundaries. 

    The image I have of them bleeds out endlessly and is blurry.  It is to see a person without clear lines of definition. 

    Who I was for the first 46 years of my life was a blurry non-self image.  Not only was I not clearly defined to myself…I was a chameleon; I changed for your approval.

    It was very terrifying to set up boundaries, and extremely liberating, and totally self-loving.

    Boundaries are what defined me.

    Identified me as me.

    Loaded me up with value, integrity and honesty.

    To me, setting up boundaries is the healing modality that is needed to recover from abuse. Being able to use your voice and make a choice to what you will or will not allow.

    It is key to a healthy lifestyle.

    Living without boundaries is terrifying to me now. It feels like I would disappear without them and perhaps I would.

    I love knowing that I can fully articulate what is okay with me and what is not.

    Those who are without boundaries may see me as someone who is cold and distant and very selfish….for I will not lower my standards for anyone to flop over.

    Mine remain high and solid.

    Boundaries are a personal choice.

    Perhaps what defines a dysfunctional home the most IS the lack of boundaries.

    Where there isn't the clear lines of character and intrinsic knowing of what is okay and what is not.  Where children are not taught, or given the right, to have a personal boundary against everyone.

    I am pretty sure that parents who are without boundaries…create homes where anything goes.

    And, can love live in a boundary-less home?

    Who is there to love if there are no boundaries?

    Who is there to stop the bad behavior if there are no boundaries to cross…where all manner of behavior is okay and will be forgiven and forgotten?

    One of my greatest achievements was finding my own boundaries.

    Coloring in new lines and boldly shaping me.

    After 46 years of living blurry and fleeting without borders…it felt exhilarating to see me take shape.

    I think the root of all fear is not knowing who you are, and having no clear boundaries against hurtful people…being a fluid moving blurry picture that anyone can use for their own image.

    Being a clear and concise self…doesn't allow others to paint me different.

    I am who I am…to me and to all equally.

    My boundaries don't change or weaken or lower….it doesn't matter if you are friend or family….my boundaries are about Me.

    Boundaries empower you to be you.

    You lose yourself when you are without boundaries.

     

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     To watch the video - https://www.facebook.com/theworkofthepeople/

     

     

     

     

     

  • Priceless

    In an interview, Oprah spoke about losing friends/family over the differences they had in Value…

    This struck me.

    For, it is truly the line of separation in relationships.

    What are your values?

    Who do you value?

    Can two people with opposing values relate to each other honestly?

    I had to look up the meaning of Value….

    "a person's principles or standards of behavior; one's judgment of what is important in life."

    This is the way we relate to each other and perhaps find the level of trust and appreciation…when our values match.

    I truly have left so many relationships based on value.

    Principles and standard of behavior IS what I go on.

    You can tell what a person values by how they behave and what they allow.

    I used to have a very one-sided view of relationships, in that, it was how I acted that only mattered.  I didn't allow myself the freedom to walk away from poor behaviors.  Believing that a 'good daughter' would stay no matter what.  

    Friendships have cooled and reached the level of social niceties…due to the lack of mutual shared values.  I tend to move away from lower value behaviors.

    I know what it requires to attain value of integrity…and high levels of self-worth.  

    Often we think, that this is done by you yourself doing something great.  When actually it is it walk away from behavior that reflects their reduced value of you.

    What I failed to appreciate years ago, was that when I was treated poorly, it was their value showing…not mine.  My value is how I respond.

    The only way for me to keep my value is to disallow others treating me like I am worthless.

    I think, people think, that they can keep themselves protected by others poor behavior while still being in relationships with them….when in fact, you are the company you keep.

    The old saying "Birds of a feather…."

    You are literally as valuable as how others treat you.

    You set the preciousness tone.

    My value was pre-set in the dysfunctional family at roughly zero.

    I had to achieve my value by ending relationships with those who didn't see my value. 

    It is an arduous journey to gather value by walking away from those whose love hurts.

    On one hand you reclaim a beautiful part of you and on the other you lose.

    It is an exchange.

    Celebrating another facet of you…while saying good-bye to the old that had no value.

    It truly was a journey back to myself and discovering my self-worth after each ending.

    There was a price to be paid and the price was finding out I was priceless.

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  • I am Becoming.

    "What Alice Forgot" by Liane Moriarty….is what I am listening on the route.

    It is a novel about a woman who hit her head and lost 10 years of her life.

    She woke up to being a mom of three and in the midst of divorce. 

    Her younger self didn't know what to make of the life she found herself in.

    Her last memory was being totally in love with her husband and expecting her first baby.

    What have you accomplished in the past 10 years and how would it be to have it all erased from your memory?  What would your ten year younger self think of who you are today?

    This is a remarkable thought, sitting where I am or more, where I came from.

    Would I like to erase the past 10 years?  When the past 12 have been the remaking of me…and, miss all the lessons and growing I have done.

    I would miss all the pain of the growing and, all the brilliant insights and moments of personal successes.

    I would miss the closing of relationships….and the openings of new ones.

    I believe my younger self would be in awe of who I am today.

    To feel the peaceful existence of my life.

    She (Alice) wondered about relationships that had grown cold and distant….and realized the space grew from the lack of mutual truths.

    When one or both pretended a truth didn't exist.

    I understand this.

    I truly believe that relationships are as close as each party is to their own truths.

    When we have to pretend things are not as they are….the gap widens.

    Truth or the inability for truth to live in relationships, is what defines them.

    I love the path that I am on.

    I love the direction I am going.

    I love the relationships I have and welcome new ones along the way.

    I love the energy of my life.

    I love the new additions I am adding.

    I love the falsenesses that I have had to let go of…and my ability to do so.

    I love seeing what I have done in the past 10 years and its affects on my life.

    Who I am today is beyond where I thought I would ever be.

    And, it excites me to see who I will be 10 years from now.

    What I do today will create the woman I am becoming…

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  • Walk Differently

    In a novel I am listening to, a son of a murder, spoke about carrying the weight of his father.   Saying it was not something you can put down, it is always with you.

    I understand this.  

    It is like a forever backpack of genetics, patterns, memories, connections…one that cannot be outrun or tossed aside.  It is your history.  Your dark history.

    As I walked along I noticed my shadow self and my walk cadence, it was similar to my fathers.  The way one leg sets a tone…by its hitch in the step.

    I could see my father in my shadow's movement…his gait was in mine.

    Like he walked with me.

    Or, I was him.

    It was a unsettling to keep catching his walk by my side.

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    It was to see my past and present walking side by each…

    I thought of all that changed and what remained the same.

    That I couldn't outdistance my past by creating a new life.

    What struck me yesterday is the vast differences between believing in religion and not.  It is similar to believing in family and then not.

    Believing in the role; not the person.

    Having faith in what a father is….a mother…a sister….a brother.

    Believing that family protects family.

    Family loves family.

    It is a safe zone…always.

    These beliefs were shattered by reality.

    What then do you do with 'family' that doesn't act like family?

    My belief in them didn't make it so.

    Or perhaps it did.

    IF I would have tried harder to overlook and look beyond their actions and keep them in my mind; I would have a family today.

    My mind is no longer a believahead. 

    I have seen behind its facade.

    The shadow that lingers with me is the mind's pretend life.

    What stops me from interacting… is I would be engaging in their thoughts.

    Not the person behind the thoughts….but, the thoughts and beliefs.

    It is to dance with an illusion.

    That is denial.

    I no longer can pretend to pretend to pretend that it is family.

    The burden I carry is that it isn't family.

    It is a group of people who believe in the same illusion.

    I may walk like my father….but I carry myself differently.

    I want to carry my life, and my choices, so that they will never be a burden to my children and grandchildren.

    I want my legacy to be filled with hope, inspiration and overcoming the odds.  

    I want my journey to be the beginning of something grand beyond my wildest hopes.

    Perhaps his gait will be with me as a reminder to walk differently.

     

     

     

     

     

  • This Moment in Time.

    Religious Holidays and even the ones where we have been taught to pretend there is an Easter Bunny seem very odd to me now. Their tangibility is ungraspable.

    When the belief disappears; there is nothing to hold onto.

    Knowing that only a belief held it in place makes it even more crazy.

    The holiday is a thought.

    With other thoughts that hold it in place.

    Mostly anchored by your willingness to believe this thought.

    These holidays would not exist without your thoughts.

    Isn't that odd?

    Without speaking about the religious content of Easter or Easter bunny….the day is a day of family and dining.

    Of relaxing and enjoying each other.

    When a religious person enters….expectations and/or judgment arise.

    Their beliefs proceed them into the room.

    It appears to overshadow the casual contentment of being.

    As hard as it is to believe…beliefs in religious holidays and religion alone for that matter, eclipse the individual and now moment in time.

    I am not sure I can even write about my experience of the difference between believing and not believing and how not believing is so much more loving and peaceful and accepting.

    The heart that follows the mind is so constricted….compared to the mind that follows the heart.

    The difference is very minuscule but vast in how reality appears.

    When your life has to follow the pattern of thoughts; it leaves no room for accepting and being in the present.  It has to judge reality up against its mind's expectations and desires.

    When you wholeheartedly believe a thought and have a strict belief….you will only see the world through this thought pattern.

    Everything else is non-existent.

    When faith (belief in thoughts) comes first…all other matters are unseen.

    Unfelt.

    Untouched.

    Family gatherings without thoughts are pure connections.

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    Pretty dresses and a bowl full of candy….and a sweet soul enjoying this moment in time.

     

  • On My Way…

    I am reading books about hiking and the latest was "Walking Home" by Sonia Choquette.

    There were a few pages I earmarked….

    "Is there something I am hiding from? Is that why I can't release myself from what I want to be released from?  I know I've hidden my real needs for a long time. Not just from others, but from myself as well. Maybe I want and need a lot of support, and I been in complete denial of this truth all my life. Maybe I want to relax and stop proving to others that I am so spiritual by taking so much responsibility for everything, asking for so little, and then being angry because what I was asking for wasn't really true.  Maybe I am tired of asking so much of myself, and maybe I am angry that others don't feel the need to do this like I do. Maybe I don't know how I feel and I am not as clear about how others feel. Maybe I am completely confused. Maybe if I accept all of this I can release the past more easily."

    What I loved about her inner dialogue is that it was searching for answers….it didn't know and yet it knew.

    How often do we give ourselves permission to ask and answer the hard questions and to walk the new truth?  How well do we truly know ourselves?  

    What I had discovered at 46 was I didn't know me at all.  Perhaps when your whole world falls apart it is the grandest opportunity to discover you.

    Here is another earmarked page.

    "The rhythm of my footsteps took me into a deep state of meditation and for hours my mind became silent as I slipped into a resting place with God."

    Whether you call it God or Universe or Reality….it is a place where there is no contradiction.  No stress or pull or worry.  It is harmony with what is….in the moment where the mind rides along a silent content passenger.

    I found this space and live there much of the time.

    I also think, that the mind and its thought are often trying to get you to see reality by the incorrect picture it paints. Daring you to see beyond the images it tries to lay upon reality.

    Once I fell onto the landscape of reality in its tragically brilliant display….I stayed. 

    The mind would try and remove me; to lure me away to a 'kinder' place. I refused to follow.

    I learned from Byron Katie…to be a lover of reality.

    And, in doing so…found a peaceful mind.

    The space where reality breathes…some would call Grace.

    I didn't walk the 500 miles of the Santiago…I walked into the harsh reality of my life that I had denied for so many years.  

    You can use what you see and make them teachers for you.

    Here is another earmarked page.

    "Stripped down to a more comfortable level, I resumed walking, and I did I began to notice huge black, slimy, gooey, slugs all over the path. I looked ahead. They were everywhere. The Camino was giving me a very important message by placing these in my path today."

    "My mind started saying, Slugs and leeches. Slugs and leeches. The more I saw, the the more I began to reflect on people in my life who had been – and were still – slugs and leeches."

    "These were people who didn't take responsibility for themselves. People who were deadbeats and didn't pay their bills or tell the truth. These were people who promised what they didn't deliver and didn't think they had to. People who were more interested in what they could get from others than what they could offer."

    "I could see how I had entertained so many of these slugs and leeches because I didn't have strong enough personal boundaries to say, "Go away.  I am not interested."

    "I carried these people way too often and way too far. Who knows why really. I just did."

    "As I walked, I knew it was time to stop hosting such people in my life. People who were not really interested in showing up with integrity, for example. Or people who were more committed to drama than creative solutions. Or people who felt sorry for themselves and expected others, like me to rescue them from their own emotional BS. I knew that I had allowed way too many of that kind of person to take my energy and drain my spirit. It was clearly time to let go of the slugs and leeches in my life."

     

    Truly, life is teaching you every moment of every day. Look around and see its lessons.

    I again, didn't travel anywhere and life presented me with exactly the right picture to correct my vision of reality.

    Sonia also discovered this….

    "I was also keenly aware of the difference between my ego and my spirit, and how painful and heavy my ego was to carry. It was dead weight and brought nothing good with it. Nothing.  It only perpetuated stories that isolated me from life and love and everything I wanted or needed. It set up battles and power struggles with others that no one would or could ever win."

    "It wasn't that I was done with my ego. I knew that wasn't possible. My ego was part of who I was. It was the lower part. The confused part. The never satisfied, never secure, never trusting part of me. It was also the vain part. The scared, manipulating, thin-skinned, hypersensitive, easily offended, easily threatened, and entitled part."

    "It was the part of me that said, "I am right and they are wrong." It was the part looking for love and not finding it. When it took hold of me, I was no longer connected to my spirit, my true and beautiful self. I became lost."

    "I had no illusions that I was done with my ego. I knew it would, again and again, trying run my life, as I was only human. I knew it would flare up when I was tired or feeling insecure, or felt afraid to be seen. Only now, I knew how to tame it. There was only one way. I had to love myself fully and unconditionally. I had to have compassion for myself and be sensitive and responsive to my authentic needs. I had to pray for guidance and give myself time and space to nurture my spirit and enjoy my life. I had to stay present in the moment and not leap into the future or fall back into the past. That was a tall order, but I knew it would bring me peace."

    "I also needed to stop seeing my ego as "the enemy" and start seeing it as the "me" who needed more love. I didn't have to fight my ego when it flared up in pain. I needed to soothe and calm my ego, handing it over to the care of my spirit and to God to quiet and reassure."

    "It was simple. When I loved me, I was filled with grace. When I didn't, the battles and pain began."  Sonia

    While I know the simplicity of loving yourself with full acceptance of your reality sounds simple….it is a very long road to hug your own heart.

    But, this was my way forward.

    I only made choices that were loving for me.

    I took responsibility of my own heart.

    If it didn't feel loving and kind to me…I turned away.

    No matter who I had to leave.

    Living a life that honors your heart and spirit is The Way…as the Camino Santiago is often called.

    What I found is that when I looked at myself, to see where I had gone wrong – where I had not be completely truthful, I was searching for the path to being me.

    The Camino is marked with clam shells and arrows.

    Our life paths are not so clearly marked….but, they are deeply felt.

    When I am at peace, I am on My Way…

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  • A Whole Person

    "Discovering your Soul Signature" by Panache Desai

    "There is an exquisiteness to sadness and pain.  It has a quality and resonance that is unique. It's a way we all can relate to one another, because we all feel sadness. Were it not for our judgment of that emotion, no one would have a problem feeling it.  Sadness is socially unacceptable – we're conditioned from day one to understand sadness as a sign of weakness – so people refuse to experience it, and it accumulates weight. Its density grows in the body. Look at the body language and posture of someone who is experiencing a depression: They seem to carry a weight on their shoulders. They're hunched over.  They can hardly get out of bed. It's like a weeping willow tree as opposed to the mighty oak. the weeping willow has allowed the burdens of life to bend it."

    "The key is to shift your experience of sadness. Grief? Loss? Tears pouring down your cheeks?  Good. Feel it all. Know that you are one of 7.2 billion people on this planet who experience the same thing. The rejection of sadness further separates you from your own wholeness. Lean into it. Breathe. Accept. Embrace and embody the blessing of sadness, because where there is acceptance, judgment no longer has any power. When you let this energy wash over you, there will be an intensity to it, but as you keep allowing it to flow through you, it will eventually diminish. Allow life to do its job."

    "As the Buddha said, life is suffering. But there is a magnificence in that suffering. And what's more, there is no true turning away from it. It is in turning toward suffering that, paradoxically, we discover our most vivid, alive, electric, feeling, sensitive, sensual selves."

    "When sadness arises within us, we are being given an incredible opportunity to integrate the wounds of the past. We are being allowed to experience the very fabric of our story. Perhaps you woke up this morning and, for no reason, seemingly out of the blue, you felt sad.  Your natural tendency would be to tighten up in the face of it. Buck up, old chap.  Think about the way we cry. Either we stuff our tears and swallow the lump in our throats, or we allow our tears, which stream down our faces, real and true and irrefutable."

    "Take a moment and put down your cup of coffee. Unless you are driving, close your eyes. Feel the swells rising and falling within you. Riding those swells is a feeling you like to keep at bay. What would happen if you felt it? Envision a tiny boat, tossed about by the crests of the waves that are always inside you. That boat is an intricate thing of great value and beauty. It is honed and colored by what it means to have been given this precious gift of life."

    "I am asking that, as you move through your day, you allow life to impact you.  When you see a young child reach for his mother's hand, allow your heart to open. When you see someone struggling in the street, allow your heart to open. When you receive a disappointment or a setback, allow your heart to open. This is the exquisite doorway through which life becomes larger and richer.  Your sadness doesn't make you less of a human being. In fact, it makes you more."

    "More expansive."

    "More connected."

    "Painfully beautiful."

    "Raw. Open. Completely alive."

    "Allow life to touch you. And when life touches you, meet it with softness. Meet it with authenticity. Allow your heart to merge with the hearts around you. See yourself in the faces of your fellow human beings. Just for today, live in the truth that there is nothing to defend. Live in the truth that vulnerability is power. Live in the truth that your sadness makes you human. As you leave for work, your child calls out, "Bye Daddy! I'm going to miss you!" Feel it.  Allow your heart to break open. As you drop your older child off at school, notice the mother walking her disabled eight-year-old through the school's front doors. Don't look away. Feel it.  Feel it as if that is you – because it is you. When you stop at the market, notice the elderly couple shopping together. They've been married for sixty years and are still holding hands. Feel it.  This, too is you. Drive past the cemetery where your parents are buried. Look out at the thousand of tombstones, the lives once lived. Feel them.  Feel them all."

    "These feelings are not going to kill you."

    "In fact, these feelings are going to connect you."

    "To your own story, and the stories of others."

    "Allow.  Just for today, allow all that sadness in. Whenever you feel your heart, your body, and your mind hardening against what you're seeing, soften.  Relax your belly. Breathe into your heart. Become aware of the soft and tender place that is always inside of you, like a pilot light, softly burning. That light is waiting for a moment of conscious recognition. Receive these moments. Experience them. Live the blessings of your exquisite life."

    Night

    "I am the tears you will not shed. I am the result of a life unloved. I am the experience of trying to please everyone else. I am the feeling of being lost. I am inconsolable. I am the part of you that you will not put on display, for fear that I may quickly turn into a raging river. For the fear that I might drown you. I am the part of you that you always keep secret. I am your secret lover. I share space with you on your pillow at night. I am present in your heartbreak. I am present in your loss. The accumulation of me leads to your grief. Without me, you would be lost."

    "I reside in your lungs. I suffocate you from within. When I arise, a tight pressure and viselike grip surrounds your neck, encircles your throat."

    "I render you mute."

    "I steel your voice."

    "You're all choked up."

    "You will do everything you can to push me away. You will drink. Smoke. Have sex. Overeat. You'll try to outrun me, only to discover that you cannot. I linger within you. I linger within all of us. Moments of vulnerability expose my presence. Relationships draw me up and out. I reach a point when you no longer can contain me. When you no longer can hide me. When you have no choice but to admit that I exist."

    "I am real."

    "I am here."

    "I am a part of you."

    "You can run no more – and it's okay."

    "I was present at the birth of your children. I was present at the death of your mother. I was present in the moment of abuse and trauma. I was present when the world rejected you and shunned you. I was present on the playground. In the cafeteria. In the locker room. I was there when the news headlines reported tragedy: the gunned – downed children, planes flying into buildings, young girls sold into sexual slavery. I was the uninvited guest at your wedding. I was there at your child's graduation. At the death of the family dog. At the birth of your grandchildren. The loss of your wife. The ringing of the phone. The officer at the door. In the hospital. On the cold, cold ground. I have been there every step of the way."

    "I am your sadness."

    "I am your tears. I am your grief. Your loss. I am you. I will exist until your last breath. To be in human form is to feel me."

    "Allow the dam to break. I need to move through you. Come home to me. Come here. I have something to show you."

    "Come"

    "I have been waiting for you."

    "Allow me to lead you home."

    "Open to me. Allow me to flow. Allow the stream of me to move through you freely. I need to be free. Don't be afraid of me. Allow me to go. I must go now. Don't worry – I'll be back. I can never really leave.  You will always feel me – but feel me like the wind on your back, or the lake surrounding you, the simple air you breathe. I always want to be moving. I always want to be in motion. Don't hold me back. It only hurts both of us."

    "Let me go."

    "Let me go."   

    Panache 

     

    Here is what I know.  You are not alive if you don't feel your sadness, the lower levels of grief and loss, the vast emptiness of sorrow.   And, I also know, that when you can feel this; you can feel the highest feelings as well.

    And, you simply can't be your authentic self, if you push away these feelings of sadness.  It is a huge part of who you are. And, the not allowing it to flow through you, is to stop living.

    This is the first I have read about the beauty of sadness…how it is the exquisite part of living.  I totally agree.  It is what I call brilliantly tragic.  

    To meet a person who is afraid to show their sadness, is to meet a partial person.

    "Vulnerability is Power."

    It is to be a whole person!

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  • Disorder that you feel.

    So, I was refreshing my memory about what "Art Therapy's" definition was so I could quote it tonight at my speech.

    "Treatment intended to relieve or heal disorder…"

    I then, thought….I best look up disorder; so as not to mis-speak.

    And, I LOVED IT.

    "State of Confusion"

    So, Art Therapy is then to relieve the state of confusion….

    What is so appropriate, is how literally, it helps.

    For me, IT didn't change the state of confusion my life was…but it relieved me from it.

    There truly isn't enough art to be done to change the confused state of a family with a pedophile in its midst.

    What I believe therapy's goal is…is for you to find peace with the state of confusion you land in.  It cannot change the state of confusion…nor can it fix what it didn't break.

    I love that there is a state of confusion…for it truly does leave you in a state of confusion when sexual abuse happens within a family.   The two natures clash and are the cause of confusion.

    What I have found is that so many want to restore or save the family.  They want to know, when I will speak to my mother.  When I will go back to family functions…..LIKE I AM THE ONE CONFUSED.

    I had to go and see the definition for confusion.

    "Confusion is the state of being bewildered or unclear in one’s mind about something."

    How remarkable!

    Wow.

    They were/are treating me, like I am bewildered or unclear about my abuse. Like the truth isn't clear to me or I am bewildered about incest.

    When I sought refuge in Art, my life was definitely in a state of confusion…wondering what was truth and what was fiction….and depending upon what the truth was….who was I?

    I LOVE that art healed my confusion.

    About Me.

    Truth

    Reality

    Love

    The gravest tragedy… is to be confused about who you are, where you come from and what is love.

    When a child experiences abuse from those she loves; it places her in a state of confusion…

    She is unclear who her parents are…

    How do you pick either a dad or a man who sexually abuses you….and further more, how do the two jell together in harmony, to make one man?

    Isn't that where the confusion starts?

    My confusion began to unravel when I saw just one.

    However, when I saw the pedophile; I was introduced to an abused self.

    This self is who I healed in art.

    Who I found through art.

    Art didn't change my reality; but it was a relief from confusion.

    Sorting out the confusion of what was what, where the real truth lay and then my response with awareness…was a very long brilliant journey of a million sorrows.  Letting go of what wasn't….and reaching toward new truths brought me out of confusion.

    Which is why I no longer play with any hint of untruth.

    It is what it is….and there lies no confusion.

    I can play with whatever truth comes my way; for I had to wrestle with the hardest ones already.  And, in the end; Truth is always kinder.

    To my mind

    body

    and 

    soul.

    Art therapy is a place to seek relief when life's confusions overwhelm you.

    It is indeed a refuge in a storm.

    I loved my art, my lady…and eventually knew that it was me.

    Truth is love and love is freedom to be you!

    The best therapy of all is Art.  

    For in Art you will discover who you are…and to me Art Therapy is anything that will relieve the disorder you feel. 

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  • An Acquired Taste!

    In the past week, I have had to pass on exercise as I listened to my body and its illness. This pause has given me great insight.

    In years past, IF I exercised it was for the body.  The shape and size…I used the activity to adjust the body.  It never lasted very long…and I lost interest of chasing a certain body shape.

    Now, I see the body as my way to adventure.  

    The body is the connector between my soul and nature.

    Its wellness will allow me to experience the planet.

    I love that my body will build up endurance that will allow me to endure long hikes.  It will eagerly follow my intentions…take me where I dare dream.

    The difference between doing things for the body….had me ignoring nature and its brilliance….both in the body and out.  My sights were too shallow and failed to see beyond a belly size.

    It has taken this down time for me to see how important it is to have a body in good health over good 'shape'….whatever that means.

    And a willing adventurous spirit leading the way.

    It isn't about the end game; the perfect size…or even the final hike.  

    Its the fullness of life.

    Just as there are certain fabrics/colors that "pop" a quilt….that is what activity is to life.

    It felt like I had become blind or that the fun part of life had gone silent.

    Often times, my snowshoe was a huffing puffing clomp in the snow….but, the sights, sounds and feelings along the way were inspiring…to see nature's Art. 

    And, the time spent with friends challenged my body and created shared experiences that grow friendships.

    I love how I trained for a hike and discovered a thirst for adventure.

    Perhaps it is an acquired taste!

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  • Eagle Wings!

    From The Conscious Parent by Dr. Shefalie Tsabary….

    Chapter 17 The Two Wings of the Eagle

    "To develop conscious behavior, a child needs two streams of learning.  I like to think of them as the two wings of an eagle. authenticity and containment. A child missing one or the other will flounder, never soaring to the heights of its potential."

    "So far in this book, we have focused on authenticity, which springs from a strong connection to our inner being.  For a child this means learning to recognize their own inner voice, which will teach them how to expand their presence in the world.  As children increasingly relate to their inner being, they learn not just to accept themselves, but also to embrace their own will and manifest this in the world. They develop the ability to forge a meaningful connection with others, as well as with life itself."

    "Containment, is the other wing of the eagle, is the means by which we absorb the will of another. While authenticity requires us to respect our own inner being and express who we are, containment allows us to contour this in relation to will of those around us."

    "Our children need to learn both the are of connecting with themselves and connection to others, which are the two pillars of all relationships.  The ability to relate to another is linked to our ability to connect with ourselves, which is the springboard of authenticity and the key to our ability to maintain meaningful relationships."

    "Even as our children need to foster a sense of inner connection and the ability to be authentic, they also need to learn how to live in  a world of rules and get along with others in the sandbox of life.  For this to happen, children need to listen to their own voice and in equal measure, absorb the voices of others.  To foster the ability to surrender to one's own will  and to that of another when appropriate is a key element of discipline. This is very different from just getting children to "behave."

    "When children have been taught to express their voice, it's only natural that this voice will at times be the cause of dissension with their parents. This is the inevitable fallout of raising a spirited and confident child.  But as our children discover that the world doesn't revolve around them, they learn to tolerate frustration. They accept that, since they aren't the only ones who have wishes and needs, they can't achieve instant gratification all the time."

    "To the degree that we as parents connect with our children, providing for them a safe container in which they are seen for who they are, they learn to be comfortable with connection. They understand the dynamics of a give-and-take relationship and are better able to thrive amid the difficulties that arise.  They can tolerate being depended upon, and in turn trust that another can be leaned on."

    A CHILD CAN'T SOAR WITHOUT CONTAINMENT

    "Stephanie and her husband Phillip have three young boys who are out of control.  Because the three are always fighting with each other, play dates are a nightmare and mealtimes a disaster.  There's no order in the house, the children rule the roost, and chaos reigns.  It's a household that's completely lacking in respect, either on the part of the children or their parents."

    "Overwhelmed, Stephanie is in tears on a daily basis.  Having grown up with a controlling domineering mother, she has little sense of empowerment and feels easily victimized.  Since conflict frightens her, she does her best to avoid it. Similarly, Phillip grew up in a home where emotions were rarely expressed, which means he's uncomfortable whenever he has to articulate his own. Because both Stephanie and Phillip lead emotionally constricted lives, they are afraid to find their own authentic voice with their children.  Of course, this couple's children being spiritual gurus that children are, act in the way they do precisely to challenge their parents to address their emotional baggage. When I observe these parents with their children, it was immediately clear there was no system to the parent's discipline.  The children had no clue how they were supposed to behave. For instance, the three boys were playing in the family room when, before long, they began throwing their toys all over the room and climbing the furniture. When Jacob, the oldest and leader of the three, began to shake the lamps, Stephanie entered the room, saying, "Please don't do that Jacob." Jacob paid no attention.  Again, Stephanie spoke up: "I said, 'Please.' Please stop this behavior or you will get a time out."

    "None of the boys paid any attention. In a pleading voice, Stephanie repeated, "I said, 'Please.'"

    "When this had no affect, Stephanie turned to me, helps, her eyes begging me to understand, as she explained, "I'm trying to discipline them, but no one listens to me. do you see how hard this is?" A moment later, the lamp fell to the floor and Jacob hurt his foot.  Now Stephanie ran to him to take care of him. Jacob experienced no consequences, only hugs and kisses."

    "After a short while, Jacob returned to his play, engaging in the same behavior. Within minutes, there was another mishap, this time as a result of a fight between the three boys.  Again Stephanie appeared at the door and said, "Boys, please don't hurt each other." The boys continued fighting. Still standing a distance away from them, their mother again pleased, "Please don't hurt yourselves." No one listened."

    "Out of the blue, Stephanie strode over to the boys, pulled them off of each other, slapped Jacob across the face, and yelled, "You are a bad boy! You are always making me upset. You are in 'time out' for the rest of the day."

    "Not having seen this coming, Jacob was stunned. Screaming back at his mother, he protested that he was being singled out and it was unfair. His mother, still nursing residual emotion from the mishap in which he hurt himself, became enraged, quivering and shaking. Jacob hit her.  She hit him. As the other boys cowered in fear, Stephanie broke down in tears, blaming her sons for hernia as all three hung their heads in shame."

    "Stephanie had no idea that the present scenario was one in which she had recreated from her own childhood of feeling disempowerment. Superimposing the helplessness she experienced when she was young onto her boys, she was unable to separate their behavior from her own feelings at that moment. Because every move on her part was driven by emotional avoidance, she couldn't respond as the boys needed her to."

    "I meet many parents of older children especially who feel helpless in the face of their children's "bad" behavior. When I observe these parents, I notice that their common errorless in their inability to engage in swift action in the moment. For example, an eight -year old girl was snatching the toys from her younger brother, but the mother ignored it, which she continued to do until it escalated into a fight. In another situation, the mother of a six-year-old watched him drop crumbs on the floor, saying nothing about his behavior until, after he scattered crumbs everywhere, she exploded at him. Though it's often wise to wait until we are no longer reactive before we engage in teaching our children a more appropriate way to behave, there are times when delay is counterproductive.  Instead of allowing a situation to escalate, the conscious parent takes action the instant it is required. In Stephanie's case, had she been aware of her emotional patterns, she would have approached this situation with much greater firmness from the start. The moment Jacob began violating the rules of respect for home and safety of self and others, Stephanie could have been authoritative. Coming from her inner strength, she could have declared, "Freeze, right now. Everybody stop what you are doing."  With play stopped, she could then have reiterated the parameters for the boys' behavior. Telling them to repeat after her what was expected of them, she could have made sure they understood the consequences of a further violation, making it clear that any deviation from these expectations would bring a quick termination to their play.  We cannot be a "pleaser" and "pleader," then expect to have any power with our children."

    "Afraid of owning her emotional boundaries, Stephanie let the boys abuse her. So accustomed was she to feeling disempowered that she automatically embodied a position of weakness, whereas her sons needed her to be strong and clear.  Even when, having missed the cues, she finally exploded, she was still unable to own her emotions, instead displacing them onto her children, causing them to feel guilty for "making" her so upset.  Far from being "bad", the boys were just doing what boys do, whereas their mother had failed miserably."  Shefalie

     

    I love this book.  It clearly shows how when the parent hasn't faced their own emotional baggage, just how out of balance life is upon the child….and how it affects the child's inner world.

    This chapter shows how badly I mothered, until I was able to face my own emotional stunted growth.  

    It was so powerful to know, that I WAS the problem; not my child.

    Children need us to model our own Eagle Wings!