How would it feel to have a master that knew you not? Misunderstood you. Unknowingly, or knowingly, harm you. Speak ill of you due to those misunderstandings. How would you react?
Kid me has had her fair share of this kind of relationship. When we weren’t withering in hopelessness, we were raging at these “caretakers”.
So where is this pattern repeating?
In my relationship to my body. I claim to be afraid of my body, what it can do to put me in so much pain, and sometimes those pains are great enough to have me withering in hopelessness. Other times I rage at my body, when she’s just trying to send messages to me.
But as our communication has strengthened, for I have learned to love my dear body, a discovery has been made. This body is an instrument, and as such I can tune her towards health and wellness. To absorb certain nutrients. Flush certain toxins. Work with a schedule.
Likewise she teaches me, directs me through lessons in love, patience, communication, energy, curiosity, hilarity, generosity, sensuality, creativity, and so on. And for this I am so very grateful.
