Showing posts with label emotions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label emotions. Show all posts

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Be Where You're At

Roses - Princess Gardens, Edinburgh
Photo: Gillian Cornwall, c. October 2015

Happiness is great. Who doesn't like being happy? The thing is, if you're not feeling happy, that's okay too. Be where you're at. Feel what you feel. Walk through it in a way that makes sense to you and in a way that is sustainable within your truth. Let's not talk about "making" people better, rather let us stand guard for one another as we traverse our own personal journeys without judgement or emotional enforcement.

Perhaps we can look at the journey from pain and suffering to joy differently, for our healing must ring true to each of us individually.

When has enough of our fear, pain and loss fallen away, rendering us emptied, hollowed, then hallowed, enlightened, perhaps light enough to float above that which has weighed us down and anchored us by our very core, so much so that we cannot clearly see a way beyond the suffering?

When we can gain that distance, that view from outside, that view from above, we can see a way - an opportunity perhaps. Maybe something catches our eye and, when we zoom in, we laugh at ourselves for the shiny object was simply the top of a pop can and not a golden ring ...this time... but at least that flash of excitement, the flutter in our bellies, has reminded us of what it is like to hope, to wish and to dream - and that is enough for now.

When the feeling, the understanding, becomes the goal or prize, then perhaps we have won a vacation from our suffering - and that is enough for now. In time, sometimes, the solitary void becomes the opportunity that we ourselves can fill and maybe we are even glad that we don't have to check in with someone else before we leap. For a moment, an hour, or a day, we remember that we can be alone and not just lonely and all the light and air surrounding us is enough, for now, and maybe this time we won't ruin it looking for the villain of yesteryear or the open crevice into which we will fall once again, filled with the dread that we won't have the strength to pull ourselves out ....again.

A long time ago, I let go. I gave up and let myself fall. And nothing bad happened. As I fell, I wondered what the bottom felt like and, just when it was right below me and I cringed in expectation of the bone-crushing impact, I fell through the bottom and found myself at the top of something else.

How do we define the layers? Can our decline in fact be our pinnacle? Can the base be the apex? I suppose it depends how we feel and what we are ready to see.

Let us not judge one another for our feelings. No one needs to make us smile nor feel better. This cannot come from external influence and remain sustainable. Understanding is sustainable. We people have some burning desire to "push one another into happy" as though it were legislated. Why? - because it makes the legislator feel better.

Let people be. Sit with them in their sadness and grief. We don't have to fix it - simply acknowledge it. Feel the person soften in your arms. Let them weep on you while you stand guard for them. You won't rust. Let them be in their grief until they are not. Their feelings are as real and valid as those which are joyful.

Let us be patient and kind. Let us love one another.

Gillian Cornwall, c. October 15, 2017

Be Where You are - Lana'i, Hawaii
Photo: Gillian Cornwall, c. December 2012

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Stiff Upper Lip Fail

Cornwall Family Photo - Circa 1964
Photographer unknown

Yup -  that's me: front row, second from the right. At 3 years of age I was a stiff upper lip fail and I still am. 

I was made in England and born in Canada of stiff upper lip, war-surviving stock if ever there was any, so how did I end up such an emotional cream puff? I've searched high and low and there is no evidence contrary to my familial genetics, so what factors make me different? I've skimmed the surface of this whole British stiff upper lip thing. Some people say it started in the Victorian era as part of the conservatism of dress and behaviour of the time. Some say it is is symptomatic of the tough English public school system and others say it is a result of those who saw / fought in one or two world wars and the need to remain stoic in the face of great chaos and loss. I have done nowhere near enough research to be an authority on the subject.

Some folks say it has changed in Britain as a result of globalization, technology and the epic public outpouring resulting from Diana, Princess of Wales', tragic death. I know plenty of Brits who are chock-o-block with heartfelt kindness and caring and emotional capacity. I know plenty of Canadians who are ill-equipped at showing and processing emotion, so perhaps I think that I am falling short of a cultural marker that no longer actually exists.

Maybe, just maybe, I am perfectly healthy in my capacity to express myself, physically and emotionally. It's not that I usually expect anyone to DO anything about it. Lord knows, it costs me thousands in counselling recovery from a variety of abuses to gain emotional well-being. My motivation in not wearing emotional armour is purely to ensure that I am being clear and maintaining a healthy energy flow for my being - using the appropriate face for the appropriate situation / emotion. Perhaps it is not up to me to determine how others deal with my emotional / physical truth. 

It's interesting that some folks are just as uncomfortable with a show of what we deem 'positive' emotions - I am just as effusive with those in my day to day life. My joy shows, my happiness leaks out, my excitement pops out like an erupting volcano. Sadness = Tears. Joy = Laughter. Pain = Furrowed brow and physical stature changes. I was born with a full quiver of emotions so I am guessing they are there to be used.

The thing is, if we don't actually use the appropriate words and expressions for what is going on for us - everyone can tell something is up anyway and they wonder what it is and if it is them causing it and all that speculation usually brings about misconceptions, upset and sometimes disaster. 

So, while my ancestors may be rolling in their tightly-bound emotional graves, I have to say, "Sorry guys, but this Brit/Canadian has to be who she is and be real to her emotions." Don't worry, it's not like I'm going to go cry on the shoulder of a stranger every time I run out of coffee but I may cry on their shoulder if we share a grief and I may cheer them on or smile at them on the street because, after all, we are of one energy, one people, one heart beating on one planet and I am inextricably tied to all of you and you matter to me. 

So I'll save my stiff upper lip for when I really need it - perhaps when I need to put something aside in order to help another but I'll come back to those emotions in a timely and safe way to deal with them. 

Strength is good, but I think the greatest strength is in being true to yourself - whoever that might be on a given day. Know that you are perfect on your path of growing, learning and feeling the wonders of life.

-Gillian Cornwall, August 10, 2014

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Surrendering to a Broken Heart
Gillian Cornwall, c. 2010