Tonight I drove just out of town to a familiar field to watch the lunar eclipse with my 6 year old. I told her we were going to see the BLOOD MOON, hoping to instil some excitement – she wondered if there would be rides there. I told her “no it’s just a field”, which she thought was good enough because apparently she’d never been to a “field” before. I talked to her a bit along the way about how the moon is always there to listen to her if she’s ever lonely, to which she replied “oh yeah? So is the moon alive or something?”. It’s so hard to.
My mat sees many people. Children, adults, saints, lunatics and tricksters – to name but a few. Indeed, every time I step on my I am suprised by who shows up and brings their unique flavor to my practice. I am talking, of course, about the vast assortment of “selves” within me that bring both brilliant variety and exasperating frustration to my life. This “mosaic mind”, as authors Goulding & Schwartzcall it, is an accepted reality in many psychotherapeutic models and serves to make sense of the seeming internal contradictions most of us experience.This notion essentially points out that we have an internal “family” of various, sometimes conflicting voices within that all must honoured and heard.
All my life I’ve had very vivid and occasionally lucid dreams. I can still remember nightmares from when I was about 7 or 8 years old that left me jolting awake with heart racing and breath heavy. Other times I’ve adventured through my dreams in conscious control of my actions – talking to dream characters, flying here and there at will. Recently, I’ve had an interesting upsurge of both nightmares and lucid dreams. A few nights ago I found myself in a dream where a young boy had been kept hostage in his own house for a number of years without sunlight. I helped release him from this imprisonment but after years of captivity he.
“The evil of our time is the loss of consciousness of evil.” – Krishnamurti I have to admit, Halloween is one of my favorite “holidays”. And by the way that people adorn their homes with Halloween paraphernalia I don’t think I’m alone. It is one time in the year that we get to openly recognize the dark side of human nature. Not that all things Halloween are ghoulish, there are plenty of ducks and princesses running around. But it is a time when we get to be something “other” than what we are from day to day. We get to be something evil, fantastical, ridiculous or odd without social convention.