The relationship bubble
My friend would tell me that her previous relationship was like a colouring in picture. Her man embodied the black lines. He was the structure, the encasement, the boundary and the containment. She was the colour. With this fluid combination of structure and colour knitted together, the picture came to life. Sometimes the lines are blurred. Sometimes the colours seep through the silhouette, but still the picture became more than the sum of both of them individually.
And such is the sometimes tenuous link between the masculine and feminine, where a role is played by both. The result should always be a union that has structure, colour, freedom and flexibility that allows something beautiful with a life of its own to emerge – 1+ 1 = 3.
But sometimes in our modern society, roles are stretched, pushed, changed and reversed.
Sometimes there is no black and white. There is no colour. There are only shades of grey…because the bubble bursts unexpectedly.
The village bubble
What is the natural course of nature?
Our bodies yearn for a place that is innately part of our DNA. To return home is the most empowering feeling, because its where we’re meant to be.
We are animals. We are predators.
We are hunters. We are gatherers. We are procreators. We are living representations of evolution.
But when did this circle of life become so complicated? How and why did a project or a looming sales target become the catalyst for changes in body chemistry that used to be reserved for survival when faced with a life or death situation.
When did the mind become the saber tooth tiger? When did the beast start to attack us?
When did we decide this beast could terrorise so many people in the village? Why couldn’t the village come up with a solution?
Where are the villages?
We find our villages at work, on facebook, at networking meetings and sales seminars. Yes this is our community. Yes we are surrounded by people. Yes we are entertained.
But are we satisfied, at an intimate level or do we still feel alone? Are we still isolated on our islands? Drowning in fear. Still afraid to face our grey?
At our most vulnerable, fragile and natural states, we crave connection. Not words. Not messages. We crave deep understanding. Touch. Emotion. We want to feel a place in our village where we can authentically embody this intimacy. .. to feel nurtured…included…wanted..needed…We want to be part of the picture. We want to drift between every colour imaginable…knowing that to be this connected is a choice…to walk away or to move forward with purpose knowing the village is behind us resolutely holding ground.
Where is this mythical village? Where are these mythical people? Are they mythical like the saber tooth? I live in this village. Its a real place but it doesn’t feel REAL. It feels like a bubble.
The world does not feel like a bubble
A bubble can isolate, lift, separate or protect
FEAR. All I know is if I take a step back, retreat into my bubble and look outside, I am scared of what the world has become. I am scared of what it has moulded me into. I’m scared of what its thrown at the people I love. Did they invite it in? Did I invite it in? Did thousands and millions of people ask to suffer their way through life?
There are 1001 versions of Diease. Cancer. Depression. Anxiety. Stress. Sadness. Aloneness. Despair. Murder. Abuse. Suicide. Hopelessness. Hunger.
I want to know if everyone thinks this is a normal reality? It shouldn’t be this complicated.
KISS Is your version of happiness and fulfilment the same as mine? Do you question the insanity of life? Do you yearn for simplicity and quiet?
I have a very serious question to ask.
How do I get the saber tooth out without popping my bubble?