Post by sonjauk on Dec 19, 2016 2:22:13 GMT -8
I was listening to the Black Witch Chronicles earlier, and one of the three mentioned the lack of honesty within the healing community; the feeling that a healer cannot confess that they don't have it all under control. She said that this state of thinking affects the community as often healers dare not risk intimacy as they fear it will lead to them being perceived as lesser. There is a struggle with a sense of shame. She spoke also about the weight of carrying the pain of others (family and clients) and the over-identification with suffering. How does it feel when you realise that your whole mode of operation is related to people's suffering? How do you make peace with that? And how do you practice emotional and spiritual self-preservation?
This whole conversation made me think about the class on radical self-love, accepting yourself just as you are in the moment, freeing yourself from the incessant judgement. I don't profess to be a healer but I have often felt the self-imposed weight of "who does she think she is? She hasn't got it together." And of course the only person saying that is me. I've felt that all the issues with my health and the resulting lack of material achievement have been a testament to my inadequacy. I don't have any of the things that this society says determine a woman's worth - man, career, property.
The gift within the BWC conversation was affirmation that you can be that paradox; you can be the wounded healer, the nutritionist who is overweight, the hairstylist with bad hair. It doesn't mean that you're not good at your craft, it may mean that you're yet to reach that place of love within yourself where you can address the 'why's' of your issue in a loving way.
Also, I had a little breakthrough with a relative recently. I am non-religious and happy to respect your religious practice, however, I do require that you respect my right not to partake in your belief. I just hate when people try to ram their religion down my throat. My relative practices a very strict form of Islam (no taking photographs, no celebrating birthdays, no listening to music) so I was not overjoyed when I heard he was coming to stay. My space is crystals and incense, reading cards, books on sex and magic, and A Seat at The Table on repeat - I didn't think our lifestyles would marry well! Fortunately, our priorities have kept us out of each other's way.
However, last night a short chat, passing on the way from the bathroom, led to a pleasant hour long conversation. He wasn't overbearing. He didn't try to segue religion, or the benefits of his particular path into the conversation. He didn't condemn the looseness of 'this Western living'. All of which he'd done in the past, even when I had made my position clear that I was not prepared to entertain any religious discussion. So I came away from our conversation relieved, and aware that you can always give a person space to grow.