The problem of being too honest

Recently I wrote something for an organisation that I’m involved with which was very personal but aligned with its purpose. However, since writing it I sense an awkwardness in people combined with a lack of feedback on the article. Even worse, several weeks later it hasn’t yet been published. This has saddened me and got me thinking about how little people sometimes want to hear how it REALLY is for others. My article was genuine, honest, a portrayal for how it was for me caring with a disabled child for many years, but maybe it was too raw for its intended audience. I thought people could potentially relate and benefit from my story, but I forgot that the corporate world doesn’t always appreciate too much honesty. It is too open, too risky. There is an expectation that one should tone their experiences down.

This is part of the reason I struggle with other people. I am very open about my emotions and life experiences; in particular what I have learnt from them. I have no qualms about discussing the details of my private life; indeed I write immensely bout it on my blog. But I guess many people are not as in touch with their emotions as I am, and too much intensity makes them uncomfortable. I’m not as identified with my life as I used to be; I see it as a series of events that happened over time which do not define who I am, because who I am transcends any emotion or experience. I should know it is different for those who are deeply involved in very painful or even traumatic circumstances, as indeed I was, and may be struggling to cope. I thought my experiences may give them some hope, but it seems this can only be if I filter my voice through the expectations of the organisation. This is nearly always the case unless one is lucky enough to work for themselves.

This is what makes me want to pick up a tent, my dog and cat, several duvets, clothes and my phone (of course!) and live in a forest somewhere. If only I had the ability to grow my own food and provide enough shelter for my daily living needs. But sadly it is not possible. I can only feel grateful for this blog and the few people with whom I can be truly honest and maybe even help along the way.

The birth of Spring

On a visit to my local beach yesterday, the chilly swish of the wind and the soothing sight of the enlivened my soul. It had been too long. Although I live a short bus ride from the seafront, I rarely go unless I’m in the centre of town (which, sad to say, I rarely go to either). Naturally, it is freezing in the winter months, but with the right perspective, it can be truly invigorating.

Now it is heading into spring, I am so grateful that the cold months are passing and new life is being born everywhere. As I stared at the ocean, the tide in retreat in preparation for its return, I was reminded that the birth of life starts here; like our mother’s womb, it nourishes, feeds and transforms through its life cycle as sea, river, lake, rain and of course the oxygen that we breathe.

I am never more joyful than I am this time of year when the darkness of winter is over and the light once more returns, bathing my heart and soul in the Divinity which is always there but somehow so harder to touch in the winter. The beautiful spring flowers – daisies in particular as they are my favourites, but the daffodils, dandelions, primroses, the blossom on the trees – they each reflect my heart expanding to take in the beauty and colour of the season.

Everything goes through cycles; the moon and the tides are the epitome of that. I wish the spring – and the anticipation of summer – would never end, but if I remember my favourite quote by Albert Camus, there is an invincible summer within us all. As we gaze upon nature in its upcoming glory, this reflection of our true selves is a wonderful gift.

Mindfully mindful

This is a short post to say I haven’t disappeared! There has been so much going on in my life that I haven’t been able to turn my attention to this blog but I plan to write a proper post soon. For now lets just say I had an exciting trip to Germany to meet a pen pal for the first time, followed by a sick dog on my return (she has now recovered) then the inquest into my mum’s death which has perhaps unsurprisingly been adjourned for two months. My mind has been full….not mindful (although that is the goal, no matter how full my mind is!). It’s rather a cliche to say life has been up and down, but it really has. A recent dream showed me cycling up a hill while being pelted with plastic bottles, then meditating at the top as the world swirled around me. The dream showed me peace in the midst of everything.  If only in my waking life it felt so easy.

More soon..