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    Wednesday, October 28, 2009

    What is wrong with you??!

    "Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears."

    Edgar Allan Poe

    I am, for sure, "way too sensitive".

    I notice things other people don't - now I don't mean that "I see dead people" or anything like that. I just see/hear/smell etc. things that many people don't notice. Not un-real things, cos when I notice them and point them out, they do too. Same goes for patterns of activity/behaviour, thought this isn't always so cut and dried (can lead to "false positives", an awesome piece of phraseology which lets me admit sometimes I am wrong without actually saying I am wrong ;-). There is a plus side to this - I do tend to be quite empathic, noticing body language and voice tones without even realising. And it fuels my thought processes and imagination, so I can be very creative - helps in my photography when on location I often see a wee detail that isn't so obvious, or in relationships or yoga therapy when I pick up on something being amiss.

    But perhaps the more noticeable part is the downside. Things annoy me that should just roll off me, little matters that I should be above (and beyond). And I hold on to things, as part of my deep internal world, often finding it difficult to let go, especially where conflict or rejection was involved. I have a tendency to cut people off or write them off for very minor reasons, and to do so utterly and completely.

    I kind of put this down to depression until recently - like depression was the cause and these facets of my personality (or lack thereof ;-) were symptoms. A couple of days ago I read something that has made me doubt this. I am still exploring it, researching, but it makes a lot of sense.

    What I found was a website by a psychologist/psychotherapist Dr. Elaine Aron, and her idea of the "Highly Sensitive Person". Her description of the HSP rang out a lot of truths for me - a few gaps were even filled when I read more, where she states that HSP's can also be High Sensation Seeking individuals, a part of my personality I had difficulty reconciling with her idea on first reading. I now have an acronym to describe myself easily, I am very proud to be a HSP/HSS.

    The big difference in Dr. Aron's idea is that she expressly states that if you are a HSP your traits are both normal (they are found in 15-20% of the population, too great to be considered a disorder) and innate (it is a result of the way your nervous system is hard-wired, not of any experiences or problems you encountered).

    This is, I must confess, an attractive proposition to me. I have struggled to understand my depression given other models available, it just doesn't make much sense. I have nothing wrong in my life, had no great traumatic events, and the mood swings I have found myself subjected to just seem so random at times. I often contradict myself in that I am a remarkably strong and resilient person in one sense, but seem so fragile and reactive in another. I have researched such extreme conditions as Bipolar Syndrome and ME/Chronic Fatigue because I have experienced similar symptoms, but happily didn't ift in with may other aspects - but this has all been fueled by this whole concept of "what is wrong with me?"

    But the most attractive part of her ideas, which seem to have found widespread accceptance in modern psychology, is that it means there is nothing wrong with me.

    So why does it often feel like crap to be me? Because I am trying to live in the world of the other 80-85% of people in this world who are not so sensitive, am not accomodating my own individuality and am confused that I am "not like 'everyone' else". I have of course noticed that I only truly seem to feel at home with other Yoga people or similar types, although I learned remarkable chameleon abilities in my time as a police officer for sure. But I always put it down to me being 'different' in a not-so-good way, and thought that my efforts in self-improvement should be to move towards other people, to try to be like them.

    Which of course is stupid as I write it, but it's true. So her ideas have me wondering... what if there is nothing wrong with me? Maybe I am simply trying to match myself up to the wrong standards, dance to a drumbeat that is wrong for me. It doesn't mean I have nothing left to do, I still need to realise how I can live my life without coming into conflict with the structure of my nervous system AND to put that into effect. Luckily for me, most of the ways of doing this lie well within the realm of Yoga. Patanjali talks about the "Vivekinah" (Yoga Sutra II.15), who is the 'discerning' person, the minority in society who realise that they are suffering. It makes me wonder if in fact he was merely making an observation that certain people were Highly Sensitive Persons in an age before medical knowledge would have told him that this was a genetic and structural feature of the person's nervous system.And of course, such people are drawn to Yoga because its tools/system offer respite from the non-HSP world.

    Perhaps this is only an external (scientific) validation of something I already knew from Yoga, but even so I think it has helped and hope it may help other people to consider this perspective. With a final reminder that I am still investigating this whole idea, I will undoubtedly have much more to say about it all.

    Thursday, October 22, 2009

    Tilting at Windmills


    In the Shadow of a Giant
    Originally uploaded by Broken Ghost.
    If I am I because I am I/

    And you are you because you are you/

    Then I am I and you are you.

    But if I am I because you are you/

    And you are you because I am I/

    Then I am not I and you are not you!


    Menachem Mendel of Kotzk

    I'm really not sure who I am any more.

    I know it isn't who I thought I was yesterday. I think I've been asleep for a long, long time.

    Strangely, rather than confusion, I find a sense of peace in not knowing who I am. Largely because who I thought I was yesterday wasn't a very attractive proposition in any way, shape or form.

    But it seems now to me that everything that has been troubling me, every little "problem" that came my way, is a problem of rigidity of mind. I have been looking for comfort, for a fixed-ness in life - in work, in relationships, even in leisure.

    And the truth is, nothing is fixed. Fixed-ness is only an idealistic illusion. It is like thinking of the sea as being a fixed concept when in fact it moves and changes all the time. Such is life and all of it's characters and components, such is the environment which is really just an extension of your self, created by you (and in turn creating you).

    So what do you do when faced with such un-fixed-ness? You learn to flow and roll with the changes - or you break yourself against them. I've been doing a lot of the former lately, standing steadfast and weathering perceived imperfections in the system, blissfully deluded in ignoring that the imperfections are instead in my perceptions.

    Fixed perception and expectations arising from those lead to a seriousness that in itself causes more problems. I have always been too serious, it is a habit of decades for me, since about the age of 10. And if you keep doing the same old thing, you keep getting the same old result, so life has just repeatedly confirmed my own theories/perspectives/perceptions to me again and again. So it's time to stop, time to let the serious side abate - to stop doing things in order to change and manipulate the world to give me "what I want", which by the way doesn't work. It's time to go the other way... to a place of fun and exploration, with no expectations or desire to change things, just seeing what arises.

    It's time for me to bring an attitude of play to everything that I do. And to do the things that I find bring me joy, unbounded by stupid arbitrary social conventions or self-imposed ideals.

    Game on!

    Saturday, September 05, 2009

    Waiting for the Fall


    Waiting for the Fall
    Originally uploaded by Broken Ghost.
    Sometimes, you just know it's coming and there's nothing you can do about it...

    In 1994 I went climbing in the French Alps, in the Barre Des Ecrins national park. We were climbing an awesome mountain called the Auguille Dibona, click this link and you'll see why I wanted to climb it SO much - it's like something epic from a Batman movie...

    About 2/3 of the way up we wandered off of our reasonably easy (relatively speaking) route without becoming aware of this. The story is set on a 10 foot wide ledge with nothing but a thousand feet of air between us and the next intervening bit of rock. I found what I assumed to be the route, which I later found out to be one of the most difficult grades of climb there was. I wasn't worried at its verticality because it had been bolted (holes drilled into the rock and bolts cemented in so you could clip your rope in to arrest a fall). This means I could be pretty sure that I would only fall about twice the distance between me and the last bolt I clipped into.

    Up I climbed, my partner Bonnie belaying me from below. It was tough going, bearing in mind I had a full backpack and climbing gear - it became harder and harder even though I was only about 20-odd feet from the belay. But this pitch seemed short before the next ledge so I pushed (pulled actually) on and came to a lip of rock... reached over out of sight for a handhold and found... nothing... no handhold - at least not one that I could make use of - perhaps some little scrap for some god of Climbing, but no use for me. I did find the next bolt though, and clung onto that, wrapping one finger through it, pulling up to see the stiuation, which was just as dire as it had felt from below.

    I was now in a catch-22 situation... I couldn't clip the bolt because my finger was wrapped through it. I couldn't go up cos I couldn't pull myself on that bolt. I really couldn't climb down because of the verticality of the pitch. And all the time I was getting more and more tired... What to do? The long and the short of it was, I was going DOWN. My choice was simply reduced in my rational mind - I could hang about until my muscles fatigued entirely and I droped off, or I could just let go... actively choose to fall... above a thousand foot drop at altitude...

    There was no choice to me... hanging about and tiring myself was stupid, because after the fall I would still need to climb up or abseil down. "I'm coming off!" I told Bonnie... gave her enough time to brace... and I let go...

    It's amazing how long a split second can take as you're falling. As I fell, I became worryingly aware that I really should have stopped falling, the rope should have bit in and arrested my fall, probably slamming me into the rock face. But it didn't, and I kept falling...

    With a thump my backpack hit the rock ledge. I stared up to see Bonnie - much lighter than me) dangling a few feet off the ground. My fall had pulled her up as I fell down, because we hadn't bothered belaying her to the ledge since it was so big and wide.

    Lesson learned, I had nothing more than annoying scratches on my forearms, the backpack absorbing the blow. We retraced our steps, found the right route, and continued to the summit - which was utterly amazing!

    So just remember... sometimes it really is best to JUST LET GO!

    All of which has nothing to do with this photo, except the title reminded me of that day so I thought I would inflict it upon you...

    Wednesday, August 19, 2009

    Chase the Tail


    Weimaraner in Blue
    Originally uploaded by Broken Ghost.
    Do you ever feel like a dog chasing its own tail?

    I've certainly been here before, the point where I haven't really posted anything substantial to my blog for months, and yet it is still something that I consider reasonably important to me. I think I got fed up of posting anything personal back in February or thereabouts because it was all sounding the same to me.

    Am I just seeing the cyclical nature of life - the creation/sustenance/destruction cycle?

    I think if that were true it would fill me with a sense of wonder. Instead I am bored - of the sameness of it all.

    Perhaps my observation is that I am stuck in samskara-s that are no longer useful to me. Old patterns that I need to move beyond.

    So many aspects of how I am living are bringing me conflict right now. To change them all woudl be quite radical for me, and in some ways leave me without my sources of comfort. But then as M. Scott Peck says, growth really comes through suffering.

    If I choose to suffer, I guess that is what they call sacrifice. But am I sacrificing for the right reasons? I guess if my hope is that I will find a better way to live my life, whether it actually works out that way or not, then at least I am setting out with the right intention. And I cannot know what will come of that, whether it will be helpful or not, but at least with good intentions my actions were sound from the start.

    And through my life I have often said that change is good no matter what it brings. So I think it's time to wave comfort a bon voyage and see what arises...

    Saturday, August 15, 2009

    Listen Up!


    Listen Up!
    Originally uploaded by Broken Ghost.
    You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you.

    He never wanted you.

    In all probability, he hates you.

    This is not the worst thing that can happen.

    Fight Club

    Thursday, August 13, 2009

    On Children


    On Children
    Originally uploaded by Broken Ghost.
    Your children are not your children.
    They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
    They come through you but not from you,
    And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

    You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
    For they have their own thoughts.
    You may house their bodies but not their souls,
    For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
    which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
    You may strive to be like them,
    but seek not to make them like you.
    For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

    You are the bows from which your children
    as living arrows are sent forth.
    The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
    and He bends you with His might
    that His arrows may go swift and far.
    Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
    For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
    so He loves also the bow that is stable.

    Kahlil Gibran

    Tuesday, June 16, 2009

    The Stone Buddha


    The Stone Buddha
    Originally uploaded by Broken Ghost.
    Sitting, facing the wall/

    A fly stops upon my hand.

    I jump and flick, it flies away/

    And I return to my thoughts.

    Not quite the Stone Buddha yet.


    A wee stone Buddha I really liked at Throssel Hole Buddhiist Abbey where I spent this weekend. Poem by me, inspired by the wonderful works of Ryƍkan.
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