Set the Table .
The Woman. Is considered. Calm. Kind. Knows when to rest. Plans carefully her moves. Her steps. Her time.
The Little Girl. Wants to continuously play. She dances. Whirling in the want. Spinning endlessly in dizzy circles.
The Teen Girl. Is rebellious. Angry. Defiant. Unstable in her steps. She spits at the world. Disguises her pain as fierce independence – but she has not yet arrived.
The BOy. Full of wonder. Feels truth. Sees truth through the veil of lying stories which renders him confused and restrained in the muddle.
The Teen BOy. Feels the world like a rash. A responsibility to save and fix. His mind forever grinding. He is heavy. Burdened. Drenched in angst.
The Man. Knows his responsibility. And what is not. He stands firm in role. Is comfortable with the soft. The tenderness. The knowing.
Now they come together through the collide. The tumble. The wrestle for a place.
Then enters another two….The Father who holds the lid. Mother, who holds the strings. And the struggle becomes the child.
It will be the recognition that brings all to the table. The cleverness of a Jester to hold the juggle. The Woman who sets them all a place.
Art Helen Smithson titled, ‘A flood of Light Streams In’, from book, ‘Bed 29 and Other Stories’ by Guy de Maupassant who died 6th July, 1893 after a, “Period of semi-madness”, they say. Find in Clunk and Jam book.
Footnote: Written 17th August, 2010. Relationships are complicated – particularly the relationships between all of our many selves.
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Thanks for this one Mags. We think it belongs to Ruby Etc? Pass it to encourage a more realistic
loving liking of self….
Everything is Waiting for You . (By David Whyte)
Your great mistake is to act the drama as is you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with no witness to the tiny hidden transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely, even you, at times, have felt the grand array; the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding out your solo voice. You must note the way the soap dish enables you, or the window latch grants you freedom. Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity. The stairs are your mentor of things to come, the doors have always been there to frighten you and invite you, and the tiny speaker in the phone is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation. The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last. All the birds and creatures of the world are unutterably themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
A ‘Good Man’ lead me to this poem. See also ‘The Kiss’. Picture from Dumbo Feather, David featured before, ‘A Different Way To Tread’.
Art by Shaun Tan.
Hope & Healing
An eating disorders conference will be held next week, 29-30th March, at the Esplanade Hotel Fremantle for professionals, family members, carers and consumers. Registrations close tomorrow. See information here. Or phone 9340 7711. Organised by the Child & Adolescent Mental Health Service Eating Disorders Program & Bridges Eating Disorders Association of WA.
I will be presenting ‘Hope & Healing Through Art & Stories’ at 11am on the Wednesday. Previous posts relating to eating disorders on Black Dog here. Catch last nights Australian Story, ‘The Beauty Myth’, changing our ideas on beauty and body image, on ABC Iview here.
Imagine….if who we are is molded from what we’ve been fed – and all of that had a use-by date. So who is it you want to be now? From Clunk & Jam book. See also, Army of Ink Dump, Dump, Dump, about dumping self defeating habits. This Rose and Who Holds The Mirror.