Fences. Rocks. Ropes. Lines.
Clothes. Skin. Hands. Words.
Lakes. Rivers. Oceans. Sky.
Where do your boundaries lie?
Why do we hang on to some things even when it's beyond time to let go ... like some leaves that hold on tight to fall although we are well into winter?
Why do we, on the other hand, sometimes let go freely and allow ourselves to be blown this way and that by the wind? Where are our boundaries? Why are they that way?
It's taken me all of my 60 years to figure out that I'm still figuring boundaries out. For the longest time, I lived a paradoxically closed yet open existence. I hid in my mind, yet my energetic field was wide open. I absorbed so much icky stuff from other people. I carried their stuff because I thought, subconsciously, that it was mine. I often cried "for no good reason" or got angry "for no good reason." Although I exhibited these emotions, they actually had nothing to do with me or the life I was living.
Not too long ago, comparatively speaking, I discovered my ability to let other people's icky stuff to flow right through me. The person I was traveling with was unnecessarily getting madder and madder at me, and for once in my life, I was able to be peaceful inside. I didn't feel anxious about their behavior. I didn't feel responsible for their "ickiness" or for trying to make them feel better. When I realized that I had finally erected a barrier that allowed icky things to flow through me rather than stop inside me, I smiled. I was extremely happy to discover that I didn't have to take on their stuff! However, my smile only made them angrier than ever. My interpretation of their anger is that they were used to giving me their junk and they didn't know what to do when I rejected it.
The challenge for me is to be like the fall leaves that let go of their secure spot on their tree's branch and allow myself to be in nature's flow where I don't have to worry about other people's icky energy. I want to let go and live openly, so my hands are free to accept the abundance the world has to give. While living in the flow, whatever I do is seemingly effortless and allows me to be unattached to the outcome.
Rituals. Laws. Rules. Comply?
Beliefs. Morals. Views. Eyes?
Rails. Cables. Edges. Sty.
Where do your boundaries lie? Why?