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On 'growing'...

Posted on Oct 6th, 2007 by siafu   : si@fu siafu
I want to say a little about 'growing'...

This is another word which has a vast array of meaning and connotations...

I do not wish to trot out the usual cliches associated with this word, but it does hold the key to so much that is worthwhile and intrinsic to human experience and our 'journey'...

I have recently experienced a existential leap in my own personal growth...

This is to do with several factors;  so much of how we behave, react and interact with others depends on our personal state of maturity and 'growth' as a human being..

Until we really know ourselves, deeply, radically, I do not believe we can give ourselves authentically, wholesomely and unequivocally to others...

Until we have learned to surrender our cherished beliefs and codified understanding of our self-motives, we are not truly present with the presence of others...

We therefore give a portion and this itself is degraded by us not being in a position to see the truth of the interaction - for what it really is.

This I believe is the source of so much misunderstanding in human affairs, the cause of so much strife, conflict and misery...

Thus the huge importance of stiving to really know ourselves, of growing into our lives and experiences so that we may better connect and have an honest view of interrelations and a clarity of action that can have a beneficial effect on all those with whom we interact on a daily basis...

I guess I am privileged to be a teacher of a group of teenage children with autistic spectrum conditions - this has been a factor in enabling me to face my own state of being.  This has enabled me to grow.

One major factor I have come to grips with through this profession is  of my own inadaquacies as a less than fully aware human being.  I have had to come to face and understand my own levels of frustration, prejudice and, on occasion, downright ignorance towards the vision and competence of other beings whose comprehesion of the world is so radically different from  my own.

Nevertheless, I have been able to face these issues with patience, diligence and fortitude.

i am happy to relate huge growth in my ability to accomodate my love and patience with my students.  We have travelled a long way and continue on this incredible journey together;  daily I am pushed to my limits of understanding and abilities and yet find the strength and courage to go forth and build new concepts and ways of teaching that benefit both me and them...

Growth is not, never was and never will be easy, but there is, to my mind, no other way of moving on...

I am grateful to myriad beings for their contribution to my growth and understanding and pray that this journey continues to wind its way to the fulfilment of a better existence for all of us who have a different concept of living...

with bows and gratitude...

upon a withered tree, a new bud grows...

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A mixed bag...

Posted on Oct 13th, 2007 by siafu   : si@fu siafu
How affirming and 'true to form' life is....

nothing is ever simple, yet with steadfast gaze and strong heart, we can see what is true, what is real, through the murkiness of self-obsession and self-deception - we have the birthright, the sense that, leaving all attachment aside, understanding may blossom, indubitably, inexorably, unhesitatingly...

'A mixed bag' this week indeed - how the casual juxtaposition of forces manifests never ceases to amaze and inspire...

On a personal level, have been at the mercy of a wickedly virulent virus that has inhabited my body and reeked havoc with my throat, chest, stomach and mind...I have, however soldiered on through the pain and refused to be lain low...,

Now for the good news...

something very special occurred on Thursday afternoon in my classroom...

I scarce can find words to describe the outpouring of soulfulness, love and togetherness that permeated the space there that day...

Five teenage boys on the autistic spectrum; myself; my trusted assistant.  There, together, a moment in time...

The theme: personal, cultural, social and health education: as you may imagine, such a coalescence of abstract ideas -  as to run a line of fear through this group of boys who find theoretical discussion an  anathema...

And yet and yet - I laid out the theme to them: "let's talk about our behaviour - how what we think and feel, say and do, impacts on each other..."

All I can relate is that time stood still that Thursday afternoon, as my students found a magical space of uninterrupted positve good regard, and for some god-given unknown reason, SPACE and SILENCE, in which each participant was able to hold the floor with confidence and a feeling of great security and warmth...

One by one, they spoke out into the ambrosia of shared understranding and talked, deeply, intuitively, wisely, humorously, humanely about each other.  These are autistic children, remember, who in the normal run of events have an emotional level way behind their peers...

You could have heard a pin drop in another galaxy for these precious sixty minutes of pure speech from these wonderfully honest and transparent lovely souls...

Myself and my  assistant were close to tears with surprise and joy.  We looked across at each other and time stood still with the shared knowledge of this special moment we were witness to....

Anyway, time moved on - the next hour was back to the usual 'busyness and mayhem' that is life as usual in my classroom....

But. amidst the pain of feeling physically shipwrecked I had found this oasis of wonder, briefly, finitely....

thank you Life for teasing me so deliciously...

with bows and gratitude,
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Standing back...

Posted on Oct 20th, 2007 by siafu   : si@fu siafu
How I relish time off - 'time out' from a hectic schedule; always the chance to spend quality time with the ones we love and to reflect on the last few months' performance...

Always we receive the rough with the smooth... never one, or the other - always the 'mixed bag'.  I feel this is just as it should be, for, we humans have a tendancy to forgetfulness; when everything is running sweetly, we swiftly become complacent and forget the tragedies that we left behind and, realistically, await us around the corner...

Similarly, when in deep stress or strife, we cannot imagine anything going well and indulge in gross self-pity to the exclusion of what else good or kind may be occurring at that time...only human nature, after all...

This is as it is................however, it is good to cultivate a broader perspective - to hold back on total excitement - to hold back on total despair.  To find a balance, this is the key....

One of the great blessings of getting older (apart from living longer!) is the increased wisdom that experience lends our daily understanding..

Unless one is totally blinkered (unfortunately, I can think of some thus inclined) - we learn from our mistakes and culs -de -sac, endlessly repeated....

True, we have an 'intrinsic nature, or character', but the beauty I believe is that with increased reflection and 'detachment', we are able to see the transparency of this approach.  Indeed, the fluidity and change - able -ness of our unfolding destinies is in our hands, could we but realise this...

Indeed, the more I reflect upon this, the more paradoxical it becomes:  in Truth, we have only to 'let go' of our cherished beliefs and understandings to assume a true insight into the life that Life affords us.  And yet, it is always within our grasp to take the right step, the right thought, the right action so as not to disabuse the precious unfolding/unravelling of our destinies ....

Ahh, the beauty of the paradox, the certainty of the uncertainty!!

Where that it were any other way and it would not be Real!!

With bows,


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Sweet melancholy

Posted on Oct 22nd, 2007 by siafu   : si@fu siafu
 

distant tolling of

church bells

serves always to

unlock bittersweet

memories within my heart

 

sending me to the very

frontiers of reason

toward the realm of

dimly glimpsed ecstasies

 

closing my eyes

I drift back..

a childhood, filled

with emptiness, longing

and wonder

 

always - emotion

preceding memory

 

always a flooding -

like an overfilled gutter,

gushing sweetness

ecstasy and beauty

through the gateway

of my soul

 

indescribable, unbearable feelings

of loss and sadness

love and beauty

fill my spirit

and

quench my deep thirst for remembrance,

a sense of belonging

 

an attachment to

an eternal reality

that simply is

was and always will

be all that I need

to sustain me in this daily round

of repetition

 

following cherished

beliefs of acceptance

to the very

boundary of existence

 

belonging, hoping

accepting

loving all, embracing

the light, the dark and the unknown

in equal measure

 

bittersweet

unfathomable memories

which guide my soul

along this infinite journey

leading me

fruitlessly toward

an ever-receding goal

ever beckoning

ever promising

realisation, understanding

 and fulfilment


my only guide

to bow repeatedly

in gratitude,

accepting my knowledge of

ignorance

is always enough

 

 

 
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Myriad musings...

Posted on Oct 24th, 2007 by siafu   : si@fu siafu
This morning, whilst sitting, I was bombarded with a plethora of images and feelings from my present lifespan...this is not unusual, but, being on half-term break, I have time and space to get some of this down - call it exorcism, if you like!!...

Do you, like me, have a ritualistic memory? This inevitably leads to [I call it] a personality construct.  In other words, we inadvertantly solidify our 'self-image' by the way we access and interpret our memories.  Maybe this is something that becomes more entrenched, the older we get.

On some level, we have made a decision that this is how we are and each time our memory bank rolls out, we access the well-worn videos of our triumphs, disasters, almost rans, if-onlys, why-did-i-do-it- that-ways, if-only-i-had-another-go-i-would-have-done-this, etc etc ad nauseam...

This is human nature, is it not?  Never content with what we have, but wishing to re-write the script to suit our best version of how our lives should have run....

There is nothing wrong with having ideals, I guess, aspirations - although a lot hangs on what is the motivation behind these...  Now I know that, despite what is going on in my 'little self' world, there is a greater machination of which I am only dimly aware....

So, in writing this piece, I am really talking from my little self-world.  This is an interesting area, but ultimately, so much hot air and unworthy of over-indulgence....

I am sure there are parts of my little self biography that cause comment and may be of passing concern to others - many have said to me "you should write the story"...

Friends, this is far from my intention - I do not feel that my life has been worthy of mention - there are so many life stories of greatness and wonder and bravery; compared to which, my own pales into insignificance...

What I would  (and do!) bang on about, time and time again is my discovery of 'abandonment'...

This is worthy of mention  and may be the one thing I can share with you that will enrich and enhance your experience...

To find yourself is to lose yourself

My goodness, this is a Truth that is eternal, real and instructive...

I now know that these 'repeats' that I talked about at the beginning of this piece are so much the 'death-rattle' of my little self and, consequently, so much hot air (to put it politely)...

Nevertheless, they have their place and cannot be ignored - on some level it is important for us humans to contextualise our lives and our contributions to the improvement of our world...

Ultimately, though, we arrive once again at the crossroads of paradox...how can we change things from this perspective? We are not Gods, mere mortals who follow life by breathing in, breathing out...

Only by transparent honesty, being true, real and acknowledging our ignorance can we possibly acquit ourselves and thus be in a position to adopt our birthright of HUMANITY...

Whenever we read about the lives of 'great people', and I am talking about spiritual leaders here, we are struck by their humility, honesty and unfailing determination not to be swayed by little self - this is an invariable trait.  This is also a barrier that each and every one of us faces when it comes down to it...

We could do well to follow examples of old masters and abandon thoughts of control and manipulation. 

So, we are back to THIS...

When ever you are confronted/challenged by/with your ritualistic memories - let them pass...

Our little self will always struggle for supremacy;  we must be benevolent and allow it to rant and rave.  We must have compassion for our little selves that attempt glorification of our little lives and let them run and run....

Only then, in time, with patience, will Truth appear, sanity and reality prevail and a sense of genuine understanding permeate our consciousness...

I implore you - do not interfere with the process, allow it to run its course, eventually you will cease to be moved or swayed by these memory apparitions and a glorious, ordinary and sanguine existence will be yours to savour ....

with bows

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autumnal stroll

Posted on Oct 26th, 2007 by siafu   : si@fu siafu
 

feet dragging

irritation mounting

wires crossed

a yawning chasm

appears between us

 

stubborn will

of seven year old

versus stubborn will of

fifty five year old...

 

a love so tight

burning across

the grey pavement

 

 

resistance spiralling

lips tightening

observing anger of old

 

perplexed by passion

new realisations

lost in the mist of fury

 

just need time

the great healer;

treats denied

sulks supplied

 

time will tell

before you know it

we are tighter than twine

a love sublime

only we can tear asunder

at will..

God bless the child

[and me too please...]

 
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manual of digital dexterity

Posted on Oct 27th, 2007 by siafu   : si@fu siafu
 

 

 

 

hands

crab-like embracing keyboard

friendly creatures

at callers behest

 

wondrous servants - hands..

a lifetime spent refining, learning

caressing;

 

 many kinds of action

always serving

never disobedient

 

seeking companionship

never happier than when held

together, cosmic mudra

fingertip to fingertip,

rounded flesh

at base of thumb

chicken-like drumstick nestling

contentedly against symmetrical rival

 

that is the point

working in tandem

helping each other out

no rivalry

 working together to get the job done

 

politicians would profit from studying

 these wonders

of compromise,

each accepting the role of the other

 

stronger hand nestling beneath weaker

protective, maternal;

weaker member,

always on hand to provide cover, support

 

never happier than when, fingers pointing upward

at the heavens

thanks given for a miracle

of skeletal engineering

 

no wonder the digital age has come..

ready to shake

affording a cheery wave

thumbs up

to the

practical creator

of our

ten piece wonder-manuals:

handzzz

 
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