-Out of Solitude, Henri J M Nouwen
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Reflections.......
"It is not so difficult to see that, in our particular world, we all have a strong desire to accomplish something. Some of us think in terms of great dramatic changes in the structure of our society. Others want at least to build a house, write a book, invent a machine, or win a trophy. And some of us seem to be content when we just do something worthwhile for someone. But practically all of us think about ourselves in terms of our contribution to life. And when we have become old, much of our feelings of happiness or sadness depend on our evaluation of the part we played in giving shape to our world and its history....... But although the desire to be useful can be a sign of mental and spiritual health in our goal-orientated society, it can also become the source of a paralyzing lack of self-esteem. More often than not, we not only desire to do meaningful things, but we often make the results of our work the criteria of our self-esteem. And then we not only have successes, we become our successes....... When we start being too impressed by the results of our work, we slowly come to the erroneous conviction that life is one large scoreboard where someone is listing the points to measure our worth. And before we are fully aware of it, we have sold our soul to the many grade-givers. That means we are not only in the world, but of the world. Then we become what the world makes us. We are intelligent because someone gives us a high grade. We are helpful because someone says thanks. We are likable because someone likes us. And we are important because someone considers us indispensable. In short, we are worthwhile because we have successes. And the more we allow our accomplishments- the results of our actions- to become the criteria of our self-esteem, the more we are going to walk on our mental and spiritual toes, never sure if we will be able to live up to the expectations which we created by our last successes. In many people's lives, there is a nearly diabolical chain in which their anxieties grow according to their successes....... In this success- orientated world, our lives become more and more dominated by superlatives. We brag about the highest tower, the fastest runner, the tallest man, the longest bridge, and the best student....... But underneath all our emphasis on successful action, many of us suffer from a deep-seated, low self-esteem and are walking around with the constant fear that someday someone will unmask the illusion and show that we are not as smart, as good, or as lovable as the world was made to believe.......This nagging self-doubt is the basis of so much depression in the lives of many people who are struggling in our competitive society. Moreover, this corroding fear for the discovery of our weaknesses prevents community and creative sharing. When we have sold our identity to the judges of the world, we are bound to become restless because of a growing need for affirmation and praise. Indeed, we are tempted to become low-hearted because of a constant self-rejection. And we are in serious danger of becoming isolated, since friendship and love are impossible without a mutual vulnerability....... And so, when our actions have become more an expression of fear than of inner freedom, we easily become the prisoners of our self-created illusions."-Out of Solitude, Henri J M Nouwen
Monday, May 28, 2007
It was Mother's Day recently. I was feeling a little down because papa felt a little sad. He didn't say much, but I could feel it in him. This coincides with another significant milestone in papa's healing journey. We spent two nights staying at our home this month. It wasn't easy. Papa was nervous just thinking of sleeping in the same bed that they used to share. The concentrated raw memories of the bonds they forged together in this home were as fresh as the night I was born. The love of his life, no longer by his side. A house with two where there should have been three. He is afraid to face the unknown without mummy's reassuring presence. He grieves for her loss like a blind artist would for his gift of sight. The inability to share his innermost joys and dreams, no one to wipe away his tears and console his fears. It isn't just the memories that linger, but the debris of a lost future together that is so choking and suffocating.
He has been looking towards me in the hope of gaining some courage. If only I could talk. I would tell him that he will be ok with mummy and me by his side. Mummy, if you are out there, cradle papa in your arms and whisper in his ears the soothing melodies of your interwoven hearts. Grant him peace.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
What will
our children do in the morning?
Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play,
the way wings should?
Will they have dreamed the needed flights and gathered
the strength from the planets that all
men and women need to balance
the wonderful charms of
the earth
So that her power and beauty does not make us forget our own?
I know all about the ways of the heart – how it wants to be alive.
Love so needs to love
that it will endure almost anything, even abuse,
just to flicker for a moment. But the sky’s mouth is kind,
its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.
What will our children do in the morning
if they do not see us
fly?
-Rumi, The Way Things Should (D Ladinsky)
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Everyone at home is recovering from a bad cough bug. That includes me. But I seem to be recovering faster than papa. Nonetheless, I still have a good appetite and my spirits have not been dampened very much.
We went to see my physiotherapist, Aunty Laura a few weeks ago. She was happy with what she saw me doing. She agrees with Dr Phua that I have been making steady progress with my motor skills, and that this is a good sign for the future. She feels that I only need to see her every six weeks now to check on my progress. I will miss her sessions- she is bubbly and caring, not to mention that she has so many fun things to play with!
Papa has taken some leave from his work this month to spend time with me. We spent some time at the Assisi Home last week to donate the money that was collected during my birthday. In all, we will be donating four thousand dollars to the Children's Palliative Care programme for the terminally ill. Three thousand of which was kindly donated by family and friends on my very first birthday. I hope that these children will not suffer too much during their short journey with us, and that they will be as happy as can be. Mummy, help to care for them when they leave us to join you. Help take care of them as you would me.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Oh we never know where life will take us
I know it's just a ride on the wheel
And we never know when death will shake us
And we wonder how it will feel
Life's so fragile and love's so pure
We can't hold on but we try
We watch how quickly it disappears
And we never know why
So goodbye my friend
I know I'll never see you again
But the time together through all the years
Will take away these tears...
I know it's just a ride on the wheel
And we never know when death will shake us
And we wonder how it will feel
Life's so fragile and love's so pure
We can't hold on but we try
We watch how quickly it disappears
And we never know why
So goodbye my friend
I know I'll never see you again
But the time together through all the years
Will take away these tears...
-Karla Bonoff, Goodbye My Friend, 1988.
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