Hold your own

I just spend a week in retreat working on Co-dependency – healing our relationships (with our parents).
It has become clear to me and I have been able to confirm for myself that our relationship with our parents hold the key to the way we handle all our relationships.

This wonderful poem by Kate Tempest contain all lessons I learned this week.
To hold our own, no matter what.

When time pulls lives apart
Hold your own
When everything is fluid, and when nothing can be known with any certainty
Hold your own
Hold it ’til you feel it there
As dark, and dense, and wet as earth
As vast, and bright, and sweet as air
When all there is
Is knowing that you feel what you are feeling
Hold your own
Ask your hands to know the things they hold
I know the days are reeling past in such squealing blasts
But stop for breath and you will know it’s yours
Swaying like an open door when storms are coming
Time is an onslaught
Love is a mission
We work for vocation until
In remission
We wish we’d had patience and given more time to our children
Feel each decision that you make
Make it, hold it
Hold your own
Hold your lovers
Hold their hands
Hold their breasts in your hands, like your hands were their bras
Hold their face in your palms like a prayer
Hold them all night, feel them hold back
Don’t hold back
Hold your own
Every pain
Every grievance
Every stab of shame
Every day spent with a demon in your brain giving chase
Hold it
Know the wolves that hunt you
In time, they will be the dogs that bring your slippers
Love them right and you will feel them kiss you when they come to bite
Hot snouts digging out your cuddles with their bloody muzzles
Nothing you can buy will ever make you more whole
This whole thing thrives on us feeling always incomplete
And it is why we will search for happiness in whatever thing it is we crave in the moment
And it is why we can never really find it there
It is why you will sit there with the lover that you fought for
In the car you sweated years to buy
Wearing the ring you dreamed of all your life
And some part of you will still be unsure that this is what you really want
Stop craving
Hold your own
But if you’re satisfied with where you’re at, with who you are
You won’t need to buy new make-up, or new outfits, or new pots and pans
To cook new exciting recipes
For new exciting people
To make yourself feel like the new exciting person, you think you’re supposed to be
Happiness, the brand, is not happiness
We are smarter than they think we are
They take us all for idiots
But that’s their problem
When we behave like idiots
It becomes our problem
So hold your own
Breathe deep on a freezing beach
Taste the salt of friendship
Notice the movement of a stranger
Hold your own
And let it be

Kate Tempest 2019

A definition of oneself

A dear friend exchanged a definition of herself in beautiful words and meaning and I returned a definition of myself.
Lots of beautiful information of how I viewed myself at the time (September 2019) and a change to see where I am at 18 months later…

Here we go!
I may just be a swirl of universal consciousness looking at itself, but I feel like a separate self, learning what it is to be part of universal consciousness. At the same time I also like this definition; ‘I am a spiritual being living a human experience…’
I have just recently discovered a new part of myself; one that accepts that love, intuition and creativity, all unrestrained, are a major factor in how I should live life.

Maybe how we might all live life.

Maybe I am just becoming a new me…
I am on a new path, driven by a calling that is identifying itself to me every day. My friend calls it my ‘Hero’s journey’, and I like it… I might even identify with it.

I am learning that an open heart is best protection against anything that may happen to us in life. I am a dreamer, and part of my dreams I am able to make a reality.
I love to share, I love to create, and I love to build, both with my hands and with my head.
I am learning to listen with a newly discovered meaning of listening. And as I do so, I am learning that relationships with other people might just exist in another dimension from what I have known until now.

I am a social animal, I need friends around me… sometimes, just to drown my doubts and my shadows.

I am coming to terms with my newly discovered inner-child and its motivations. As I do, I realise, might continue to change… Self-knowledge is a major driver in my life, and I feel connected to persons who share that same interest. I am interested and like to share personal discoveries with the people around me.
I spend a lot of time on my inner journey of discovery.

I recognise when you say that you know in the deepest of your heart that all we are is love and we are here to love and be loved ❤

The nest of Intimacy

A text by Jeff Foster, specially significant at a moment that my relationship broke because of not being able to see my codependency projected unto my partner.
For me codependency is a major subject in life… I am rather the dependent – meaning that I put a lot of (unconscious) pressure on my partners. Although I am aware that my love does not depend on (the actions of) the other, my inner wound make this hard to handle consciously on a daily basis…
So I tend to fly closely around my partners for attention, love, care and approval.

Obviously as I become more and more aware, the remains of this inner structure complicate my relationships as the pattern is less apparent and I therefore not always detect on time, the true reason for feeling hurt…

Presence, presence, presence… be conscious of your feelings and detect the emotions that you have identified already as part of the pattern.
Then, if you are able, act on your emotions in an adult way rather than react as the wounded inner child that has woken screaming for love and approval.

It takes courage to listen to someone as they share their joy, fear, anger and pain. To be soft and receptive as you listen. To be aware of your own defences – your impulses and urges to attack or withdraw, to suppress yourself or suppress the other – and just stay present, and receive ‘what is’. To hear another’s truth, without trying to fix them or advise them, without trying to change their experience in any way. To hear their joy and their pain, their disappointment and their anger too. To hear the effect something you said or did have on them, even if that triggers a big discomfort in you, even if it makes you feel ashamed, or guilty, or afraid. To be aware of your triggers, to honour them, to breathe into them, to let them into the light, to bless them with awareness, but to keep listening. To make it safe for your friend or partner to be vulnerable, to step into their own courage, to tell their truth, the truth that hurts, the truth that frees, the truth that heals. To give them as much space as they need to share. To hold them as they break, as they burn, as they confess, as they tremble with fear or joy. To give them that gift. The gift of relational safety. The gift of active listening.

And it takes courage to speak up, too! To be clear and assertive and direct, yet remain open and delicate. To listen as you speak. To say “no” when you mean no, and “yes” when you mean yes. To tell your raw truth. To let your friend, family member or partner know what is okay for you and what is not, what hurts and what brings joy, what angers you and what makes you feel loved. To let them know if they’ve crossed an invisible line with you, violated a boundary of yours. Maybe they just didn’t know. We are not each other’s mind-readers. To speak your raw honest vulnerability, without blaming them or shaming them, without name-calling, without attack, but without protecting them from your vision either. It is a fine line for sure, and it requires presence, and slowness, and great humility, and a willingness to drop the need to be ‘right’.

It takes courage to break a life-long addiction to people-pleasing, to putting the feelings and needs of others before your own, to “protecting” the other from your truth, to silencing or shaming yourself in order to avoid conflict or rejection.
It takes courage to a break a life-long addiction to narcissistic self-absorption, to putting your own feelings and needs before someone else’s, to silencing or trying to change someone in order to avoid your own pain, rejection and fear of abandonment.

It takes courage to be fully present with another and fully present with yourself.

This is the highest possibility of relationship: To weave together a co-created nest of presence, where we both feel safe to share our authentic selves. Where we break codependent bonds, stop trying to control or save or each other, or protect each other from the pain and loss and ecstasy of living, and speak our messy truths, taking fierce ownership of our own pain and joy, our own thoughts and feelings, our own urges and desires, our own values and passions.

In a nest like this, true love can surely blossom.

– Jeff Foster

El nido de la intimidad – por Jeff Foster.

Requiere coraje el escuchar a alguien cuando comparte su alegría, miedo, ira y dolor. El ser suave y receptivo/a mientras escuchas. El ser consciente de tus propias defensas – tus impulsos y necesidades de atacar o retirarte, de reprimirte a ti mismo/a o reprimir al otro – y sólo estar presente, y recibir “lo que es”. El escuchar la verdad del otro, sin intentar repararlo o aconsejarlo, sin tratar de cambiar su experiencia en ninguna forma. el escuchar su alegría y su dolor, su decepción y su ira también. El escuchar el efecto que algo que dijiste o hiciste tuvieron en ellos, incluso si eso desencadena una gran incomodidad en ti, incluso si te hace sentir avergonzado/a, o culpable, o con miedo. El estar consciente de tus detonantes, honrarlos, respirar en ellos, dejarlos entrar en la luz, bendecirlos con consciencia, pero seguir escuchando. El hacer que para tu pareja o amigo sea seguro ser vulnerable, adentrarse en su propio coraje, decir su verdad, la verdad que duele, la verdad que libera, la verdad que sana. El darles tanto espacio como necesitan para compartir. Sostenerlos mientras se quiebran, arden, confiesan, mientras tiemblan de alegría o miedo. El darles ese regalo. El regalo de la seguridad en una relación. El regalo de la escucha activa.

¡Y requiere coraje decir lo que piensas también! Ser claro/a y asertivo/a y directo/a, y al mismo tiempo permanecer abierto/a y delicado/a. El escuchar mientras hablas. Decir “no” cuando quieres decir no, y “sí” cuando quieres decir sí. El decir tu verdad pura. Dejar que tu amigo, familiar o pareja sepan qué está bien para ti y qué no está bien, qué duele y qué trae alegría, qué te enoja y qué te hace sentir amado/a. El dejarlos saber si han cruzado una línea invisible contigo, violado un límite tuyo. Quizás simplemente no sabían. No nos podemos leer la mente mutuamente. El contar tu honesta y pura vulnerabilidad, sin culparlos o avergonzarlos, sin decirles nombres, sin ataques, pero sin protegerlos de tu visión. Es una línea delgada sin duda, y requiere presencia, y lentitud, y gran humildad, y una voluntad de dejar la necesidad de estar “en lo correcto”.

Requiere coraje romper la adicción a complacer a la gente, a poner los sentimientos y necesidades de otros antes que los tuyos, a “proteger” al otro de tu verdad, a silenciar o avergonzarte a ti mismo/a para evitar conflicto o rechazo. 
Requiere coraje romper con la adicción al egocentrismo narcisista, a poner tus propios sentimientos y necesidades antes de los de los demás, a silenciar o tratar de cambiar a alguien para evitar tu propio dolor, rechazo y miedo al abandono.

Requiere coraje estar completamente presente con otro y completamente presente contigo mismo/a.

Esta es la más alta posibilidad de las relaciones: el tejer juntos un nido co-creado de presencia, donde ambos nos sintamos seguros para compartir nuestro yo auténtico. Donde rompamos los lazos co-dependientes, paremos de intentar controlar o salvar al otro, o protegernos mutuamente del dolor y la pérdida y el éxtasis de vivir, y digamos nuestra desastrosa verdad, apropiándonos ferozmente de nuestro propio dolor y alegría, nuestros propios pensamientos y sentimientos, nuestros propios deseos y necesidades, nuestros propios valores y pasiones.

En un nido como este, el amor de verdad podrá seguramente florecer.

– Jeff Foster