Spread 272 – Distress Inks September 13, 2015Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
In his talk yesterday David Whyte was describing the different types of people who take up the route of The Camino de Santiago in Spain on a quest for spiritual growth. One of the types was “the one who is bullied to join the more eager one”. Bullied was an interesting word choice as you would think who takes such a long pilgrimage route without wholeheartedly wanting to do it? I had to think very hard about that. I got stuck with that among other things. As usual it always comes back to the self-absorbed, me. Aren’t we all? I thought to myself, I never want to be bullied to do anything as wonderful as someone else claims it be, so why would another want that? I have my own inspiration, rhythm, timing, time to sink into the existing, and time to innovate. Then I was further thinking, I am myself a bully. With my eagerness I bully people I love into doing things that I insist would be “incredible” for them. I swam in my experiential pool for a while more and found pattern and examples of me bullying my kids, other family members, my friends, students, strangers even, rushing them, cornering them into “beautiful” spaces that they may not be ready to explore or experience, and may never be ready. That made me very sad to realize this about myself. Many of us do this to each other on a much much larger and more aggressive scale, in much more harmful ways; Culture to culture, religion to religion, gender to gender, and so on. It’s much more subtle than the kind of bullying we know of. The kind that goes on in closed doors or between nations and continents. Yet very harmful I believe. I am going to work on it…I am going to try to mind and tend to my own business. My journaling, my trusted companion, can take all my bullying and all the inks of my distress…humans on the other hand, not so much.