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A point of inspiration
I noticed a couple interact together when I was travelling recently, what struck me most of all was how delicate and fragile their interactions were.
From the way she touched her hair and adjusted her clothing presented such a strong feeling of of delicacy that it was fragility personified and yet at the same time strong and sound.
There was no limp or failing power within the movements at all and there certainly no room for pathetic looks, manipulation or game playing here, there was simply no need.
Her partner touched her as gently and respectfully as she was treating herself, honouring her with his every move. This respect and honouring didn’t stop there. I noticed that how they spoke to their neighboring travellers and how they were with each other was the same.
There was no difference in the delicacy and strength with which they interacted together than the respectful and loving way they spoke to everyone else.
There was none of the usual shift in intimacy when we stop talking to our loved one to the way we relate to the world, as all too often we reserve intimacy for our families or loved ones only and so treat them one way and everyone else gets a whole different side to us. Not here.
My experience of being fragile has not always been great. I thought as I grew up that trusting others was not always a wise thing to do, as I got hurt in the process.
My hurt’s then ordered and arranged how I related to people.
I would shut down and go into protection when ever I was with people, my shoulders would hunch forward and I became hard in my body to protect myself. Even when it seemed that I didn’t have anything to defend myself from, I was so used to being in protection, it became a way of life.
I would not have known how it was to be fragile from a tree trunk.
I knew everything that fragility was not, but not what is is.
When I first encountered fragility
It was only when I met a man called Serge Benhayon, from Universal Medicine that I realised just how shut down and protected I was. This man, presenter and healer, was so open and undefended that I could see for the first time in my life that protection is not all it was cut out to be.
I started to feel there was more to life than sitting in my own hurt.
Gradually, through attending workshops and presentations and having sessions with Serge and the Universal Medicine practitioners, I began to develop a relationship with myself and the stillness and Divinity that lives within me and each and every one of us.
Understanding that men and women are equally sensitive, equally fragile and delicate, has changed how I relate, not just to myself, but to everyone I meet. I no longer see men as hard and tough, yes they may come across like that sometimes, but I can also feel the fragility and sensitivity within the toughness. Neither do I see myself as being hard and shut down, but open to learning about living from a sense of honouring and fragility.
Men and women
The delicacy of women is often well hidden, just as I buried my own sense of this, so do far too many men and women. How we relate to each other is highlighted by the fact that two women die from domestic abuse every week in the UK alone and hundreds of thousand of families and children live with domestic abuse as a daily reality.
Where ever we go we meet abuse as a reality, it has become normal. Fragility, delicateness, along with respect and honouring each other’s sensitivity is a rare thing to see. Yet it is ours to choose.
An inspiration for walking in the world
We can choose to be inspired by how others we are choosing a different path are leading the way with a different quality of life. There is another way to live, I have discovered this for myself, living from hurts never supported me, I am giving it up as a bad job.
Give me the intimacy of fragility any day.
This blog was inspired by Serge Benhayon and Universal Medicine and two young people who have been attending Universal Medicine presentations and workshops. Serge Benhayon is a remarkable man who is showing the world another way of living.
I am learning that the inside of me, knows far more than what the mind tries so hard to know, that the inside of me is more powerful than my mind can get a handle on, that the inside of me simply is, while the mind tries to find ways to negotiate, to entertain, to ‘work things out’.
What my mind wants is an easy time, it wants happiness, success and glory, or even just an easy life. When ever I hear my mind rattle off like a freight train running a story of , ‘if I do this, then it will all work and things will be easy,’ I groan, but I’ve learned to haul it’s ass back in line, after all, it’s just running a story, like the ‘if I win the lottery’ story’ that can distract us for an eternity. Or the ‘if only’ story that is all to easy to get lost in.
I am reminded of Albert Einstein who said:
“I have never looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves — this critical basis I call the ideal of a pigsty.
The ideals that have lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been Kindness, Beauty, and Truth.”
I can feel how ‘the ideal of the pigsty’ can be so very appealing. Pig’s nose around in their ease, happy in their comfort of warm muck up to the eyeballs. How many of us live lives like this?
How many of us have lived lives like this? I just put up all my hands (two) and all my feet (also two, but if I had more extremities I would have to put them up too!).
Don’t we just love ease and happiness? We ignore all the muck in the world just to have the ease, with just a few fleeting moments of happiness now and again, maybe once a month?? Or once a year on holiday on the Costa del’Ease? Then back to work and eleven months and one week of muck.
So are we seduced by this ease, even though we are neck deep in muck? It sounds ridiculous, but I can’t see another rational answer as to why we would choose that just to live in ease. Is it a trick of the mind that keeps us choosing ease over anything else?
Another word for ease would be-what is familiar. We choose the familiar over and over, not because it makes us feel awesome, but because it may require something different to change it. It’s a very narrow world though. It will never allow us to step into who we really can be.
Does the ideal of the pigsty allow us to look at more? No, it keeps us wallowing around in our own muck. Does it allow us or encourage us to look at something bigger, more important than the ease?
“The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science. Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed.” Albert Einstein.
I’ve not found the ‘mysterious’ in the pigsty. Only outside of the ease can we wonder and marvel.
If we look at Kindness and Truth as having the potential, or the key, to give us the courage to choose to become Beauty within ourselves, day by day with gentle and loving choices, would that help us let go of the ease and the familiar of the pigsty?
Ariana Ray. http://www.newlookstresssolutions.com