Like a stuck record, a one trick pony, a repetitive parrot, I am here to work the dough some more. I am yet to achieve the level of fluff I desire, I must knead it a bit more. I must dabble in that subject once again. Here we go.
Using rejection as the ointment to oil our path, to light our way, to navigate our journey to the destination. Few experiences and emotions are as potent and destabilising as rejection. When we put ourselves out there in our glorious manifestation and someone says ‘no thank you, not for me’ we are stopped in our path, we want to hide, disappear, cease to exist, not just hide from them but from ourselves. A monster has been conjured and that monster is us and we do not want to be or have any part with it. We are the devil and that causes all kind of disturbances, confusion, chaos and agitation. We are ugly, unwanted and just wrong, wrong, wrong! How do we deal with this? This is the most fragile place of the human experience, this is the place where people turn to all kind of undesirable behaviour to get away from the monster that is them. Addiction comes in, destructive behaviours, depression, anxiety and sadly suicide. The act of suicide is to relieve oneself of oneself. The ‘Noplace’ is that place where we feel unwanted, unloved unsuitable.
Maybe we can just get a mirror and start very slowly, maintain eye contact. That wouldn’t kill anyone. Just look at that which has just been discarded. Maybe we can take in every part that has been disapproved. Maybe we can see it for all that it is. Maybe we can pick up our discarded invention, terrible writing, ugly photo, expanding waistline, poor report, failed business, dwindling bank balance, failed relationship, whatever it is and just place it on the table and look at it. Maybe we can just look at the monster and be still, do nothing, the urge to do something, run away from it will obviously be overwhelming, but if we can find that strength to just be with ourselves and just be, standing in our sacred place, that is when the miracle begins! We start to become centred, to see differently, to get grounded, the monster begins to grow on us. We grow on ourself. This is me, warts and all! That is the place we want to be. We are owning the ‘Noplace’. A transformation begins. Acceptance and true self love emerges, but we must first be prepared to befriend the monster and love him and as we kiss the frog we realise he was a prince all long and at that point, it makes no difference what the world or anyone says. We are Kosher and all that is left is a little tweak here and there not to perfect the person (the person is glorious already) but to improve the placing.
This is a massive subject condensed in a brief write-up. My desire is for an expansion within each one of the thought expressed here.
Beautiful Ivory 