Creative Wordshops November 2018 Writing Letter

Writing Letter

re-story, re-create and re-imagine your life and work
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SEE: Once upon a Life – a shared wordshop publication – 2019
I discovered that when I believed my thoughts I suffered… when I didn’t believe
them I didn’t suffer (Byron Katie with Stephen Mitchell, A Thousand Names for Joy )

Balancing the Seesaw

As children most of us experienced timeless time on a seesaw, either constructed
from a barrel or slice of tree trunk and a loose plank in the yard. Or in a park with a
metal fulcrum embedded in concrete or spiked into the ground.

In their book Judith Koppens (author) and Eline Van
Lindenhuizen (Illustrator) tell of light weight creatures –
mouse, dog and monkey – who individually can’t rise
and fall with giraffe.

If we were unfortunate enough to have the
overweight bully sitting on the other side, we spent
most of playtime suspended and stuck in the sky. If
he bounced his bottom on the ground we’d be
jumped from our seats, gripping the handrail if there
was one, lest we topple without parachute to the
faraway ground.

The see-saw taught us the principle of balance. Rising out of a dream state a night or
so ago – a fine place to begin the day in words – the seesaw presented itself as a
metaphor for the many ways we keep ourselves suspended through the weight we
place on the other side of the fulcrum.

As we age most of our chronos tick tock lives
lie (pun intended) on the other side of the point of equilibrium. The burden of past
regrets, the roads not taken or denied us, lost job opportunities, soured relationships,
torpedoed friendships, health weariness, death, the future fear monster. Sloth plus
the other 6 deadly sins. Loss of virility, energy, slow recovery from 18 hour flights, books
we’re not going to get to read, bodyweight clinging to middle, to thighs.
How do we balance these loads? How do we induce movement? How do we
transform mass into spirit?

There is a paradox here – swinging the balance, inducing movement through
lightness of being. Tuning into the moment, opening to gratitude, seeking the breath
within the breath, swimming in the what the Spanish call el rio debajo del rio (the river
beneath the river) choosing joy in its 1000 names, cultivating the fruits of the spirit,
replacing judgment with new stories, consulting the wise ones, dead or alive.
Cultivating the child we were.

Songs and laughter too can lead us into lightness. Like Molly Malone (I love the
Dubliners version) we can be ‘alive alive oh’. Here is part of a hymn I sang that
energized me as a child. Spoke to me of cycles, seasons and motion:

Nov 2018 letter