Picture two kids in a classroom.
One furious.
One dazed and confused
Both lost in a maze
Picture negative focus
Bouncing back and forth
Negative energy doubling up
Darting here and there
Picture negative energy breeding tension
Tension, crackling back and forth
Every bit as contagious
As the common cold.
How many times doth we subject ourselves
To being sneezed upon
Until we choose to step back from dis-ease
And smell the flowers—else where?
Tension is tension where ever we go.
What if the tension,hitting you, is not directed at you?
What if you double with a couple who spar back and forth?
How relaxed do you feel while they're dodging each other's barbs?
How often doth thee choose to socialize with tension coiled so tight that your central nervous system stands ready to fend off negative ions, which, springing across the table, can't help but land in your lap? Why socialize with tension that can't calm itself down?
Today, when negative energy sneezes too frequently at me, I ask questions. Then, upon reflecting upon the attitude (anger or fear) that's landing in my lap, I hold out a safety net, repeatedly, until ultimately, I'll wish a person, mired in defensive reactions, well, and go my separate, peaceful way. That's not to say that I won't check back from time to time in hopes that change for the better may be taking baby steps forward, for us both.
Once I grasped the autonomic reactions of—
fight heatedly
flee fearfully
freeze icily
—the logical side of my mind chose to gain control over my defensive reactions. With time, everything I've learned condensed into five tools, which I've passed forward to my children—and to each of their friends, who'd spent a good deal of time playing at our house.
As to lying, well that was never my way, except for those times when I'd lie to myself, and that leads me to ask:
How often doth denial be a relationship-wrecker?
Was Joseph in denial about having had his heart broken by Annie?
If Annie knew her heart had been broken then what else might I have been in denial about?
In hindsight, wasn't an apology, on my part, in order?
Does Love mean not having to say you're sorry? Experience suggests otherwise.
As negative focus blocks logic
This story is bound to go
From bad to worse—because
Once two brains
Are tied in tiny, tense, tongue tied knots
Neither can be expected to think straight
And though people know
When they feel confused
It's rare for people to recognize
That relationships get crazy
When everyone continues to walk
Ever more blindly into a deep, dark, hazy maze
If one figures out how to exit the maze
While others pay no mind
To what that person says
Then those, walking blindly in circles
May feel left behind
And that, my friends, is the sad way that DENIAL
Separates loving hearts into different camps
And where did this maze take Joseph's hurt feelings, next?
If she comes, I won't!
As I am still pretty new at school
And he is the leader of the pack
Let's see how this deck is stacked ...
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