Wednesday, November 30, 2022

Why NOT To Be An Isolationist

 


 

Primal Wound – “…there is a "primal wound" that develops when a mother and child are separated by adoption shortly after childbirth. It describes the mother and child as having a vital connected relationship which is physical, psychological and physiological, and examines the effects of disrupting such bonds.”- wikepedia

Who ever thinks of “bonding” as a problem?  I do, and so do many others.  If you know anything about the Primal Wound, you will get it right off. 

We are meant to be tribal people.  We need others to feel safe, to be something more than just ourselves.  Why some are okay with being isolationists is not something I could ever be and is not healthy for me.  It is robbing ourselves of full-dimensional living.  We become more and more inside ourselves and less and less contributors to life.  We forget how to listen and how to communicate. 

We forget the other communications like eye-contact that fills our nervous system with senses of connection we can get no other way.  We lose the ability to be intimate and vulnerable with others.  We lose the softness of heart that being that kind of intimacy gives us. 

Being with others teaches us to listen and learn to and from each other.  When you add postures and the body language, tone and connotations, we move way beyond just text and writing.  When we listen to other people speak, we develop deeper connections to each other.

Touch is another incredible thing we miss if we are isolationists.  Touch creates emotional and psychological responses in us.  It soothes, teaches trust, and has a language all its own.  It even taches compassion that we would lack without being around others to touch. 

My daughter absolutely rejects hugging.  When she was born, she would arch her neck back away from you if you even tried to cuddle her.  She like being swaddled but she was never a people person.  Go figure she is a hairdresser.  She also has good friends that do not let her get away with her A-frame hugs…lol… and a mother too.  She did not like people even looking at her and cried in most of her professional photographs.  Hugging is meant for comfort, for feeling safe, it causes us to develop oxytocin, the feel-good hormone.  When children fear, they need to cling to someone.  We are no different.  Hugging is, and always has been, a form of great healing.  It is why, when we are sad, wounded, in need of comfort, and alone, we will hug ourselves. 

When we meet people, we can say that we ‘get them’, understand them, know them, right off.  While this has yet to be proven to other than ourselves, we need to study people. To observe them, and see beyond our ‘idea’ of that person.  We are so many layers of ME, YOU, US!  We cannot even begin to know anyone, or, I suggest, even ourselves, without others to watch, study and know.  If you think you do not know yourself, spend time around others and really get to know the few layers of the mm any layers they might show us.  This is how we know ourselves.    What a flatlined life we would lead if we cannot do this.  To do this, we need people.  Be curious.  Be interested in someone other than yourself and you will open ways of knowing yourself you never dreamed of alone. 

Bonding takes making connections.  Making plans and keeping them with others is one of the most important things you can do for Self and others.  We need to flourish.  We cannot flourish alone.  Look at plants and animals, and research what happens when a human being is totally isolated from others (i.e.:  prisoner of war camps, prisons isolation, etc.)  People go mad without contact of others.  Surely this is evidence enough to not be an isolationist.  We can get way too much into our own heads.

Bonding takes a clear head about what we need and what others need.  We need to learn how to be kind to ourselves and the way we learn this is being kind to others.  We cannot learn to curb our tongues and know when and how to speak to others, social norms, unless we are around others.  My friend and I tease, “Why can’t they all be just like us?” when we are knowing we could easily be ‘right’ about everything.  How would we know if we are ‘right’ if we do not have others to weigh our ‘rightness’ with?   Bonding is life…real life…real living… without others we are mere shells of what we could be.  We are all gifts to the world.  We would not be here if there were not a reason for us to be.  Yes, we can get hurt, yes, we can lose trust, we it can hurt to lose others important to us... but the NOT having others around is weighs more heavily than we could ever imagine. 

Find ways to bond with others.  If you have been prone to isolation, then get out there and give it a go.  You will be surprised who needed you today, tomorrow, in the future.  I am ever grateful for those I have learned to bond with; for those I have truly deeply bonded with.  Some bonds I made… some bonds came and found me.  I am a truly lucky woman.  Some I have let go of, for good reasons.  Some I have kept since I was a child.  Yes, I have learned who and why to bond.  I wish you the same.

©Carol Desjarlais 11.30.22

 

Tuesday, November 29, 2022

Breaking the Reins of Negative Thoughts

 

 


Any thought causes a chain reaction of thoughts.  I recognize it when I am arting.  An idea will start.  It starts with an image in my head and then off goes the chain reaction and I am sunk into creation’s space where soul flows.  Negative thoughts can do the same, if we let them.

The minute I have a negative thought, I replace it with a good one.  I force myself to do that.  The last thing is to let my vivid negative imagination take hold.  It can go places no man or woman should go if I gave it free rein.

I have tried to stay conscious of triggers and my reactions to those triggers.  I used to, habitually, let negative thoughts take rein.  No more.  I work hard to turn those around before they leap off some silly danged cliff.  I learned to take one moment to see how that negative thought feels, as I do that, I loosen the leather straps that would chain me in to those thoughts.  The storylines in my head can be rewritten.  They can. 

Thoughts are just thoughts.  We make them have body and become our destroyer in moments.  Again, if we let them. 

Once I feel myself starting to blame or shame, I stop that thought immediately, dead in its tracks.  I do not have time for those kinds of thoughts that belong to the past.  The moment I take control of that, I have learned a new way to deal with thoughts that can bring out the worst in me. 

A thought creates a body reaction.  Always.  If it is a negative thought, the body begins tensing for war.  Yup, it is a battle betimes.  Trying to release the reins of Ego/ Evil Inner Witch/critical voice in my head, can be a battle indeed.  That can be some wild equine. 

By taking a moment to realize that a negative thought has come, you have created a moment to grab the reins.  You create the unsafe space through negative thinking!  That is huge to know.  Stop for a moment and know that you were safe a moment before the thought.  Then make a conscious decision that forces ego out of the way and take control of what you can control.  You can replace the negative thought with one positive one.  Yes, there is always one thing we can be positive about. 

I see reindeer instead of wild horses.  I wish you some control of your own reins.  Xoxoxo

 

©Carol Desjarlais 11.29.22

 

Monday, November 28, 2022

Cleaning House: Clearing Mental Dust Bunnies

 


 

My house is art-cluttered.  We desperately need to have a garage sale to empty out a storage room of old, multiples of stuff from before I came here.  I am doing the best I can with shelving, with cabinets, drawers, but, until I finish off for the season with my art kids. I do not see the top of my dining room table being cleared.  I will clear and decorate in December when I get done with lessons.  In the meantime, this makes me consider what mental clutter I have going on in the drawers and shelves and countertops of my mind.

Surely the weight of that has to be weighing me down.  I do not have a sense of anxiety nor do I feel a sense of having to control it all.  I am as calm about that as I am the dining room table.  I continue to take one step at a time as I heal from the infection in the vein of my leg and allow things to be as they are, with bits and promises to get to more as I heal. 

Mental clutter is what keeps us up at night, that keeps us procrastinating, that has us busy mentally shoving it down.  The kinds of things that are mental clutter are trying to do too much in a shorter length of time; unhealthy relationships; listening to the critique of ourselves from others; regrets from the past; critiquing ourselves; emotions and triggers we have not worked through; everyday life stressors; poor coping skills, and trying to live up to our own overly high expectations; not forgiving ourselves; not allowing ourselves to have everyday normal flaws. 

I am learning to simply be still.  I do it best outside under the moon, or under a darkened sky.  I am still when I sink into the creation of a painting or art journal page.  I try to make the decisions that need to be made, not fuss over how many things I could be doing.  I am learning that, when I make a decision, make it stick.  I refuse to let negative thoughts and people in to my space.  Covid has taught me to simply do what I can do in the time I have to do it and to rest when I feel like it.  I have set new boundaries.  I seek and sop up empowerment wherever I can find it.  I am still not good at asking for help when I need it.  I am not sure I will ever get to that place where I can, but with age increasingly causing limitations, I am going to have to really try.  Having others carry a burden of mine is still really tough.  Little steps. 

I am spending more time sorting through some old ideas, habits, that I have and I am finding little hidden gems and bits of clutter here and there and I do something about them when I do.  I wish you take some time before the holiday crush to do some mental dusting and moving bits of things around and having a look for your own gems and bits of dust bunnies that can be taken care of.  It would be nice to have a clear open space in our heads to start off the new year. 

©Carol Desjarlais 11.28.22