“There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn’t true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true.”
Soren Kierkegaard
I did yoga today, only the second time this week, and I felt the stiffening up of my body, the tight joints and the way I seemed to have drifted away from the presence of me.
I fall quickly into a world that has little of me in it…for without taking the time each day, I slip away unnoticed.
My body pays the price; my essence gets left in the background and to the forefront arrives all kinds of reasons to leave it there.
My weakening resolve plays with any lazy excuse and before I know it a week has passed and I have not spent any time with me just for me.
What came to me in yoga today (which is another reason to do yoga, great insights) is that we are greeted into the world and then ‘told’ or highly suggested how this world operates and are then programmed to fit in. We learn life from the eyes and perceptions and actions of our parents.
Imagine instead if we were left to explore on our own, to see freely and build ourselves from the inside out?
Instead our insides desires and passions, questions and interests are put aside due to the ‘knowledge’ our parents have about life.
Instead of us gulping up and witnessing the fresh look at life when babies arrive, we stifle it and bend it and hurt it so that the child’s view of life matches our own.
How backwards and how growth stunting this is to take new fresh energy and make it look old and stiff.
On my mail route I deliver mail to what we would call ultra conservative families, where the woman are dressed as they did on the wagon trails out west, bonnets and long flowing calico dresses.
As this bonnet-wearing woman answers her door, there are children of each age at her legs, and I am amazed that she has gone along with this dress code and submissively is led to live as they did 100 years ago…yet what I know is that each generation before refused changes, refused to see progress and actually applauds the legacy that has held strong regardless of progress all around them.
The youngest ones smile freer, the bit older ones look in awe but with a tinge of fear as they hang back, but the littlest ones meet your eyes and smile wildly for they react naturally untaught.
Along the route are various degrees of ultra conservatives and what I see the most is the absence of children being children, for they are like young adults, doing adult jobs with adult responsibility.
In Alice Miller’s books, her main trust is the lost child, how adults greet it with all their issues and steal away the innocence, the lack of pure enthusiasm, love, peace and joy, and fill it up with all things opposite.
As I completed my yoga, I thought what most of us are craving and thirsty for is the freedom and innocence of babies, to be able to be set free from our parents legacy, to give back our ‘inheritance’ and go it alone.
Imagine a world of grown up newborns…all living life from what they feel and experience instead of what is acceptable by their parents.
The parents are our biggest detriment to society and yet they can also be the biggest factors in change…for by changing my attitude and by me seeing my children, my children will see theirs.
The chain has to be broken in order for it to be fixed.
You can’t fix things at the same level they were created at, says the wise man Einstein, and I agree.
I told my daughter yesterday, I had to leave my family in order for the abuse to stop; I had to leave my family in order to save my children. I had to do what was best for the child, not the legacy of the family
That old legacy had to end in order for a new legacy to begin.
I M Perfect lady 