It might be easier to start with what it doesn’t mean…
- It doesn’t mean being ‘perfect’; either our generic idea of what perfect ‘is’ and ‘does’ or what our culture may laud as the present ‘perfection’.
- It is not about being a model, physically or otherwise.
- It does not mean unchanging or static, unresponsive, dogmatic, programmed or reactive.
So from this we can more easily see that it does mean…
- Being the best of what we, personally, are capable of being at any given moment with respect to our personal attributes, circumstances, conditions and predilections.
- Fulfilling our own criteria for ‘goodness’ and ‘decency’ that may not depend on any external source of approval or expectation.
- Constant and consistent adjustment to each new moment’s challenge, each event or situation.
- Being flexible and intelligent as we may have to compensate as we create new patterns moving forward.
FLEXIBLE, DYNAMIC, INTEGRAL, NATURAL, ELASTIC, DANCING, RESPONSIVE, RECEPTIVE, FREE, SPONTANEOUS, CREATIVE, CYCLIC…
Perhaps this is why we so look up to the artists in our culture. They actively practice living and being these attributes. That is what being an artist is about. That’s not to say that artist’s are perfect (remember!) but they do demonstrate how to be, for maximum joy and fulfilment on planet earth. The artist spends her time mimicking and maintaining the rhythms of growth and renewal as set out for us by the natural world.
NATURE! There is our muse. Keep an eye on the seasons and get a feel for the cyclic patterns. This is our blueprint for balance.
Recovery isn’t all about getting better. It’s also about adjusting, changing, accepting and releasing. We can need multiple processes to happen before we start to feel better in the way we desire to.
Just to give you an idea how this applies in the real world here is an insight into my current little drama.
Somehow, due to numerous factors I’ve manage to put my back out good and proper. I’ve been to the chiropractor and there is a loosening in process. I think in terms of blocked energy because after years of practical healing and recovery from multiple things, I now know it counts, and is real. Think life force/prana/chi or whatever vibes with you.
OK. So I identified my little psychological process that has been activated into my awareness. Here it is and goes something like this.
- long term illness means you are cut off from previous modes of functioning.
- we adjust our world accordingly and create our own alternatives.
- life becomes a reflection of our ‘own little world’.
- we recover! yay!
- we come up against the need to ‘re-enter’ the rest of the world or the ‘real’ version of it.
- we resist because we quite like it here.
- we know this world and have lost the ability to be anything else so why not just stay?
- we create something else to distract us from the growth process.
- more pain!
- yay! pain works a treat…it’s a different part of the body which is quite a change, I think I can continue to be dysfunctional after all!
- Wait a minute! did I just say that?
- Goddam it…I’m going to beat this things too!
- And so we strive….
Onward we go and heal the next malady. But did we stop to consider why we create all this hassle? Here’s one perspective, for when you are into having a philosophical musing…
I believe illness teaches us more about compassion, resilience, tenacity, honesty, strength, weakness, reaching out, friends, loved ones, family, challenges, love, life and humanity than being a super-I-never-get-sick kind of guy ever will.
My dad was one of those and within a year he was dead with Cancer.
I’m ok with my bad back thanks…at least I’m alive.
If The Rabbit Hole IS The Internet then Lewis Carol was indeed the Shaman he seems to be judging by his visionary works. I’m of course referring to his masterpiece Alice in Wonderland; and how deep does it go…? Good question, and entirely unanswerable. The internet is something that has never existed in the known history of mankind and i think it’s important to remember this. I’ll tell you why in a bit.
I see the Internet as an external manifestation of the human mind. The real question though is when we realize that we are caught in it…as beautiful as the landscape might be, we do have real lives to attend to.
Lets face it head on. The internet is a drug, like caffeine, like cocaine, like sugar, like lack of sleep. Yep! Getting off it requires the same kind of discipline that any habit takes to kick.
We know when it’s taking over, but we may not have acknowledged this on a conscious level. So, really. Everyday we’ve got to be dead honest with ourselves about how far caught in Wonderland we are, and asking ourselves the question, relentlessly; “Is this serving me NOW!?” and if it’s time to come back TO BE DECISIVE about it and WALK AWAY…NOW!
Practice time!!! See You Later!
I am all the cleaner for being a Jedi…unless I’m experimenting with dirt…which happens when I don’t shower for a week…mmm…sink washing is so austere…
I learnt to clean like a Jedi by first becoming a cleaner. And at the time I was already doing my training, so they informed one another in a curious way. Cleaning is like dancing, when you do it right. The dance is most exciting when it is effortless. It can be fun and absorbing. Me, the cleaning girl, liked the experience of being efficient anyway and this was instant gratification. Me, the trainee Jedi, was always bunking off (being mindless) but would come out when the drugs were around…ha ha….Jedi’s like to partake in mind altering professions and cleaning turned out to be just that….
I don’t digress…I merely clean.
The great thing about Jedi training is that I can clean an oven with no fear…but when my Jedi lights are dim even I can give the greasy box the cold shoulder.
It takes rubber gloves for some. For me it takes Gary Numan and a tight black zippy top made from recycled plastic (you laugh…have you checked your Nike label lately?)
Cleaning and Religion
Cleaning is a curious profession. You get to revel in others’ left-overs….some of which are good, most of it is unhealthy. I came away with so much more than a bad case of ‘addicted to anything I can find’….coats, bikinis, scones and margarine…you know, holiday maker fare. Maaan, some of those places had really been enjoyed.
I must get on with the cleaning. Back Soon.
Find out what happens next…..later….. x