To the left is a gift created by my teenage granddaughter for my birthday.
Dark strings of twisted gray fear, aimless light blue swirls of sadness growing darker into the deep, red hot blobs of oily anger, and the sparkling pink cotton of happiness these are the containers of “bottled emotions” a potpourri of the feelings of not just adolescence, but of us all at any age.
Our emotions can be painful whether they reflect the pangs of love, the searing pain of anger and loss or the heavy blanket of depression. Is it any wonder that we tend to shove them back into the darkness of our unconscious when they conspire to overwhelm us?
But they never stay down there, they’re never fully hidden or forgotten, never quite out of sight or out of mind and hovering just below the surface of our consciousness ready to wash over us like a tidal wave and drag us out to sea and into the deep chaos of our unconscious selves.
Un dealt with these creatures of the lower world control our actions in the upper world. Our relationship with them colors our reality in a kaleidoscope of ways effectively blinding us to what is all around us and informing our existence in ways we seem to have no control of. And yet, we have control when we don’t manhandle and stuff them below consciousness.
We are very much in control when we allow them to be by not resisting them. We can have anger without becoming our anger, feel sad without being our sadness and express our love expansively and creatively without reservation or trepidation of losing it in the next moment. It’s simple really i.e. being what we are when we are being what we are– no judgment, nor critique, no should or ought projected onto what we’re being.
Try quieting the “little judger”, the voice in your head that’s always tempering your moments. “Be here now” said Ram Dass i.e. be what you’re being when you’re being it. This is how YOU run the show.