It has been suggested that I could get lost in a cardboard box. I suppose I could. It would depend, however, on whose box it was and how much space it held. I wouldn’t want to lose myself in a shoebox, for instance. Unless it held a pair of Ziggy Stardust’s boots, in which case I would not mind. In other words: choose carefully whose shoes you chuck out of the box before you get lost in it.
Orientating yourself when you know from which direction you are coming is one thing, it is quite another being equipped to orientate yourself without it mattering. It is helpful in either instance to have at least one reference point upon which you can rely without hesitation, should such become necessary. It is important to remember that reference points are not necessarily always fixed. They are on occasion in flux. And that is the crux.
It would seem to me that best orientation for each of us stems from where we truly originate, i.e. where we come from. Where our home is. Wherever we find ourselves in the world, there is that unfailing lifeline that will orientate a lost heart and guide it back to where it belongs. The journey home is one that a true heart will not hesitate to take should the need arise for its repatriation. A true heart trusts the call of community.
Do we all have the same psychology when it comes to seeking protection? Is the drive of an asylum-seeker the same as the tendency a child has to hide behind its parents’ legs? Are women entering into marriages sold in catalogues because the prospect of a new life – a better life with a man that’s buying – outweighs the thought of having to sell yourself to get there? Perhaps the illusion of safety is what causes many women to marry men they really should not be marrying. Men, after all, are the protectors. They have always been the protectors. Some men are cut out for this kind of work. Others are not. Choose wisely what you need in a partner – both men and women should choose carefully – and remember that you do not need to marry the first person you become involved with or become familiar with. You cannot even begin to appreciate a person until you have learned who it is that they are. That learning does not take three minutes.
You cannot find a mould that men ‘ought’ to fit in this day and age, their role is varied. There are providers and protectors, there are hands-on dads and house-husbands. There are workaholics and sugar-daddies. There are a lot of men dealing with women who have daddy issues. Perhaps the women with daddy issues were deprived of that ‘protected’ feeling as children. Perhaps theirs’ were absent fathers. Shy fathers. Scared fathers. Aggressive fathers. The balance in society is out. There are too many females seeking protection in a world whose hard currency is women. If ever there was a catch 22, that is it. That means women need to become stronger still, work smarter. This world is in flux and those who do not change with it stand to lose their futures.
Women are entitled to protect themselves from every kind of abuse. How they do that is their enterprise. Men are as entitled as women are, to protect themselves. It is vital to know that you cannot make vulnerable a person who stands for themselves. Standing for yourself is like suiting up in armour. It is an act of courage. A wise idea. When you get to a place where you expect ultimate protection from none other than yourself and the tools made available to you, you are stronger than any abuser, any violator’s tactics. Do not allow yourself to be belittled, no matter who you are. Protect yourself from others’ bitterness and protect yourself from becoming a mere number here on Earth. There is more to life than being a number.
Winter. Spring. Summer. Autumn. Each has its value. Spring is the season I am most interested in. I would go as far as to say it is my favourite season. It is all about growth. Regeneration. A surge of Natural energy unlike at any other time of the year. That growth energy is essential for the well-being of the planet. For those who live in concrete jungles, it is not enough to have a pot plant on your coffee table that you might look at twice a day. You need more of Nature than that. The chain reaction that takes place when a human experiences a surge of happiness out in Nature is beneficial to humankind, to the collective soul. Those vibes are pure and they resonate an innocence. There is no sweeter ecstasy than being swept away by Nature’s majesty. If you do not feel deeply touched by natural beauty then perhaps you should donate your eyes to someone who cannot see, but would like to.
There are autumnal personalities. Summer personalities. Take time to learn which type of person you are being, when. You will show yourself in stages – each age of you – to be of a season. Your behaviours and preferences at certain times in your life will demonstrate to you – and others – your type. When you understand yourself as a reflection of Nature you become more open to – and tolerant of – your changeability, and that of others. Your personality can go through phases, as can your feelings. You might be completely in love with a person on Tuesday and on Wednesday you watch them across the room and wonder who they truly are. These swings in feelings, behaviours, are not to be side-lined, evaded. They can be extreme on occasion, but even so they are to be looked at and they are to be accepted as part of your make-up. If you refuse to accept who you honestly are – how can you possibly expect anybody else to want to bother? If you spend your days hiding your true self from sight, avoiding your repressions, suppressions and insecurities, you are wasting everyone’s time. Be who you are, when you are. No-one wants to spend time getting to know a liar.
Seasonal flow is how to go about your life. Let your days come to you and then let them go. Take them at face-value. Each one has something to teach you. Know that sometimes you will feel like hibernating. At other times you will feel like you have the fire of midsummer sun in your heart. It depends. That seasons are always in flux should give you a clue as to the nature of the run of your race. Don’t push or shove yourself around. Let the seasons guide you. Each one has raw beauty. Let the beauty seduce you.