I was thinking as I brushed my teeth last night about the saying, “It is always darkest before dawn.”
I had just spent the hour before bedtime struggling with some deep emotions and recurring paradoxes that have been erupting over and over again all this holiday season.
My healer/elder had suggested that I begin by asking my younger self what she thought about things before attempting any work. So I asked and the answer was confusing at first.
She seemed to be off the point entirely when she weakly said, “Move.”
Move?
“Move …”, was her reply.
So I got up and danced to the original Quiet Storm on our local radio station out of Howard University. After awhile, I noticed the intense pain in my left hip so I bent over and stretched. And again back to dancing till it felt right.
So I asked again. And again the same answer but this time she said, “Move …often.”
After a few exchanges, we began discussing the pain in my core that seemed to get stronger and more painful as we talked.
And soon the tears fell, as I asked …What is happening?
“It is coming … just hold on.”
What is coming? And why does it hurt so …?
“Hold on …”
And finally it hit. And the tears welled up and I opened my mouth to scream … and then I felt it. My right hip released. My back moved. My left hip moved. My shoulders relaxed. And then it was over.
What the hell was that?
“It is done.”
What the f---?
And just like that, my paradox softened and the way seemed clear …enough.
Whoa!
So in the words of my younger self, not to be confused with THE Younger Self, I have just two words … Hold on.
Apparently it is always darkest before dawn. And sometimes … you just have to move.
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sweet! :-)
You are usually able to annunciate what I do not have words for. Thank you!
Much love,
-Eridanus
INTJ here. I hear what you are saying.
"what is remembered, lives". It was with sadness that I read of Wilma Mankiller's passing. She won't be forgotten.
"...Weaver, Weaver weave this thread, whole and strong into your web...Healer, Healer, heal our pain...In love may she return again..."
While student at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, I became friends with Carl Rogers, who was respected as one of the leading psychotherapists of his time. He taught me much about the art of listening.
Dr. Rogers said that when we listen, and people know we are listening, it shows we truly care about them. In turn, they will respond by caring about you. It opens communication and also opens hearts. When we accept them as a person, unconditionally, they will be more kind to you.
We should listen without preconceptions, without anticipation and without judgement if we want others to portray what they truly feel. We listen with all our senses, not just to the words which are said. Some people cannot fully express themselves while speaking, so we must try to see them as they see themselves. We should watch for non-verbal clues as to what they really mean: facial expressions, body movements, etc.
While we should show positive regard for the other person, we should also demonstrate our own positive self-regard. We do not react to their negative comments, verbally or physically, even when we disagree with them. When they do ask for our opinion, however, we should respond with our true thoughts and in specifics rather than generalities. We offer our own perspective as other options rather than as contradictions.
Listening might seem quite passive as opposed to speaking. It is actually very active. To paraphrase Bobby Kennedy, “I learn while listening. When I talk I don’t learn too much.” If you think talking helps to spread your own wisdom, you are not really wise.