tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90726251579259608172023-12-19T15:01:55.196-05:00Life is BeautifulThoughts of an idealist in the neverending search for meaningAinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072625157925960817.post-7973550377778401882011-03-09T09:37:00.004-05:002011-03-18T11:05:39.693-04:00Illusion<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumiF2pYr8uV_1sKUt2GyKuJ2GfEuw-ly9eRpwxITPMIPz1j29JU4F5DCCNxSXSnJSuiNylTfLeAsGXtLR5WbieerkG7gswQ5WWnhnXQ2C928qY_9mLO33gJ7mbZNMAHs1F5OK07SaBxBf/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumiF2pYr8uV_1sKUt2GyKuJ2GfEuw-ly9eRpwxITPMIPz1j29JU4F5DCCNxSXSnJSuiNylTfLeAsGXtLR5WbieerkG7gswQ5WWnhnXQ2C928qY_9mLO33gJ7mbZNMAHs1F5OK07SaBxBf/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582091286535045762" /></a><br /><br />Friendship, love<br />it's all an illusion<br /><br />No one really wants to connect with me<br /><br />Trust is useless<br />unless I like the pain<br /><br />I can't pretend there's no pain anymore<br /><br />I only exist in my mind<br />no one else sees<br /><br />So what's the point?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><i>(I purposely disabled comments because I just wanted this moment to be captured for myself. But if anyone is concerned, thank you!! :), and see my response to Charles' last comment in my previous post.)</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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<img height="0" width="0" src=http://c.statcounter.com/4018995/0/79c873a7/0/></div>Ainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072625157925960817.post-30043669473842595252010-03-17T20:00:00.008-04:002010-03-17T22:03:10.665-04:00Turtle Wisdom, part 2: Reliable Membership<span style="font-size:80%;"><em>(This is part 2 of my Turtle Wisdom series, exploring the <a href="http://al.turtlecounseling.com/blog/Relationships/MapofRelationships/_archives/2005/3/8/409569.html">Map of Relationships </a>on Al Turtle’s website.) <br />Back to the <a href="http://aine-lifeisbeautiful.blogspot.com/2010/02/turtle-wisdoma-series-about-being-human.html">introduction</a>.</em></span><br /><br /><br />Previously, I explored the first skill on Al Turtle’s <a href="http://al.turtlecounseling.com/blog/Relationships/MapofRelationships/_archives/2005/3/8/409569.html">Map of Relationships</a>: Safety. Today I’m going to look at the second piece of the Biological Dream, which he calls “Reliable Membership”.<br /><br /><br />Al says, <strong><em>“All humans require reliable, sufficient and not excessive, contact with other humans.”</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuo-lihz_AUAANaEPPp2IQRnlP2IdvNw4EQag6xHsHEH9M2_2VA1p_dsnr81stLY-DySSmxRawYbZHqYFsbfGKL4fhDdkmoBMY0VOT2sDeOZl7UQAbOo2R50H4FTnVtJykCNXmA-LbuVwe/s1600-h/herd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuo-lihz_AUAANaEPPp2IQRnlP2IdvNw4EQag6xHsHEH9M2_2VA1p_dsnr81stLY-DySSmxRawYbZHqYFsbfGKL4fhDdkmoBMY0VOT2sDeOZl7UQAbOo2R50H4FTnVtJykCNXmA-LbuVwe/s320/herd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449720552432898482" /></a><br /><br />Humans are social animals. We need to live in a herd to increase our survivability. I think we can all agree that this is a biological requirement for children up to a certain age (Al suggests age 7 or 8). And in adulthood there is still a biological drive for connection, although it can be overridden by a history of unpleasant social experiences. For example, as Al notes, people become hermits when they’ve repeatedly experienced unpleasantness when trying to connect with others. <br /><br />But since survival is the primary biological goal, our brains evolved circuitry for social behavior. This circuitry is mainly located in the area of the brain called the limbic system, which as you may recall from my previous post, is located in the “midbrain”—right on top of the Lizard! <em>(If you are just joining us, go back <a href="http://aine-lifeisbeautiful.blogspot.com/2010/03/safety-and-getting-to-know-your-lizard.html">here</a> to learn about your Lizard.)</em><br /><br />The significance of this location is that the neural connections between our need to connect with others and our panic button (fight or flight reaction) are very short and very quick. In other words, any threats to our need for social connection are seen quickly and clearly by the Lizard. And we know what happens when our Lizard is activated!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgie1qmDCUXGQQ4Dih-W9CzhrYZ850HmGTQ9xgVeZ40wVmBaEXqgwsidK6WtcoyT2cJSMkgJ2Cba-92QlrERV_lFbPZmHoCHTeyT2PqBUUmA6qXR-1lftV1varzJ-iduTAXmkcgC-A_GU6h/s1600-h/PANIC.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgie1qmDCUXGQQ4Dih-W9CzhrYZ850HmGTQ9xgVeZ40wVmBaEXqgwsidK6WtcoyT2cJSMkgJ2Cba-92QlrERV_lFbPZmHoCHTeyT2PqBUUmA6qXR-1lftV1varzJ-iduTAXmkcgC-A_GU6h/s200/PANIC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449720861220374674" /></a><br /><br /><strong>How much connection do we require?</strong><br /><br />All people are basically the same in that we have this biological drive to live with others. But we differ in the <i>amount</i> of connection we require. Al draws from attachment theory to posit that the amount of connection we each find comfortable is formed in childhood. Our childhood experience with connection ranges from “absolute unreliability or insufficiency of connection to absolute excessive connection.” We are all located somewhere on that continuum. Al also notes that as we grow our required amount of contact may change, so we could move up or down this continuum.<br /><br />Al labels the behaviors that result from our differing needs for connection “clinging” and “avoiding.”<strong>*</strong> And, he outlines the differences beautifully in this chart (I have paraphrased some for brevity):<br /><br /><blockquote><u><strong>Clingers: Received Unreliable or Insufficient Contact in Childhood</strong></u><br /> <br />Children who got too little or intermittent connection from caregivers have very active Lizards—they panic. They survive by developing Clinging skills: staying close, holding on, resisting separation. These survival skills of clinging and pursuing, driven by panic, become habits and follow the child into adulthood. <br /> <br /><strong>Reactive Behavior</strong><br />When these adults panic, they move toward others, especially their partner. They ask questions, follow, push toward, talk at, and in general become invasive of their partner’s space. As an adult clinging may become very controlling, possessing, captivating, cornering. This is the source of stalking behavior. <br /> <br /><strong>Symptom</strong><br />Frequent thoughts or fears of your partner leaving you behind.<br /> <br /><strong>Focus</strong><br />When nervous, you will focus on your partner’s evasiveness, withdrawal, silence. You may also have day or night dreams of safe togetherness – of finally living happily forever.<br /> <br /><br /><u><strong>Avoiders: Received Excessive or Unpleasant Contact in Childhood</strong></u><br /> <br />Children who experience too much or painful contact also have active Lizards—they panic. They survive by developing Avoiding skills. These are behaviors that do not invite contact. Even when hungry these children don’t cry. We often call them “good babies,” but really they are happier when left alone. As these children grow, when they can walk, they develop isolating skills, such as having hiding places, wandering off, climbing trees and not coming down, running away, sitting at the far end of the room, etc. These survival skills of avoiding and isolating, driven by panic, become habits and follow the child into adulthood. <br /> <br /><strong>Reactive Behavior</strong><br />When these adults panic, they move away from others, especially their partner. They are quiet, self-contained, elusive, non-talkative, and in general, emotionally cold.<br /> <br /><strong>Symptom</strong><br />Your mind often goes blank when your partner talks, asks, or moves toward you.<br /> <br /><strong>Focus</strong><br />When nervous, you will focus on your partner’s invasiveness, attacking, pushing, and you may dream of peace, quiet, and space.</blockquote><br /><br />Like Al, I prefer to not label <i>people</i> Clingers and Avoiders. Rather, people display clinging and avoiding <i>behaviors</i>. It is an important distinction because we can become clinging or avoiding at different times in our lives and within different relationships. <em>(In this post, however, I will use "Clingers" and "Avoiders" for convenience when explaining the differences.)</em><br /><br />Often we respond in reaction to the person we are with, usually taking on the opposite role. I tend to be clinging in my marriage (in response to Jason’s avoiding tendencies), but I once had a boyfriend who was somewhat smothering and I remember developing some strong avoiding behaviors to get the space I desired. This also works with friendships. As a child, I remember so strongly desiring friendship with a particular girl that I became very clinging, always calling her, asking her to come out to play. And I had another friend in high school who was so clinging with me, that I began hesitating before returning her calls, and I stopped inviting her along every time my friends got together.<br /><br />But I agree with Al that we seem to have a natural tendency towards one side of the continuum as a result of childhood experiences (attachment theory) and in-born traits (personality theory). I can see how introverting vs. extraverting preferences could have some effect on this. I think the most important factor, however, that determines a person’s general position on the continuum is what activates their Lizard. Do you feel more unsafe or panicked when there is a threat of isolation, or do you feel more unsafe and panicked when there is a threat of overwhelming and unpleasant contact?<br /><br />Let’s look at what all of this means for relationships. <br /><br /><br /><strong>The Problem</strong><br /><br /><blockquote><em>“When a Clinging person gets nervous, they tend to move toward their partner in order to reduce their panic. The Avoiding partner sees someone coming and, starting to panic, they move away. The Clinger sees their partner moving away, and moves faster. The Avoider runs faster from the clinging person, who is now chasing them. The two run toward what I call the Leaving Wall, the wall at the edge of the relationship – the Divorce Wall.” <br />~Al Turtle</em></blockquote><br /><br />A Clinger is scared of their partner leaving. They panic when their partner says things like, “I can’t take this anymore” or “I need to get away.” When panicked, Clingers often visualize their partner divorcing them, having an affair, or dying, etc. They then try to protect themselves by trying to get more connection. Which, of course, pushes an avoiding partner further away.<br /><br />Remember:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1c6GWgmypfC3ypQO4g6SQyZjybH65bNiQXzOGiew8DJFRxvg5d6HEtQDNLJRYCEk91E06can7XE2nRRg4HFbD0M7_5YQal6UkhiMGcTx2rl4ciuWZNXPw0FV7m9ce-ymjlNAZQUZmJc9Z/s1600-h/chasing+a+lizard2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1c6GWgmypfC3ypQO4g6SQyZjybH65bNiQXzOGiew8DJFRxvg5d6HEtQDNLJRYCEk91E06can7XE2nRRg4HFbD0M7_5YQal6UkhiMGcTx2rl4ciuWZNXPw0FV7m9ce-ymjlNAZQUZmJc9Z/s320/chasing+a+lizard2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449728626491255010" /></a><br /><br />For an Avoider, leaving is a move towards safety. Instead, what scares them is the lack of space in a relationship. Avoiders often see contact as conflict. When panicked, they will move towards leaving a relationship if there is no built in safe space <i>within</i> the relationship.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXM7IthyjSlKQ-JKRSI1bQwCrtun5saaHpf8b-17gGfuQFfm4bk-eKooH86O6pfNxwLAd42lDGXFpDQaFTkV-FcKjMOgsMrtqLpmiKfV4NvRmnqHnHt-0B63INY4sJwrIG9yIul0_K-AIy/s1600-h/through+the+wall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXM7IthyjSlKQ-JKRSI1bQwCrtun5saaHpf8b-17gGfuQFfm4bk-eKooH86O6pfNxwLAd42lDGXFpDQaFTkV-FcKjMOgsMrtqLpmiKfV4NvRmnqHnHt-0B63INY4sJwrIG9yIul0_K-AIy/s320/through+the+wall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449741054862056242" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong>Skills for Relationships</strong><br /><br /><blockquote>1. Create safe space within the relationship by learning how to take Time Outs. (Al gives specifics about Time Outs <a href="http://al.turtlecounseling.com/blog/Relationships/Skills/SafetyandTrust/_archives/2005/3/29/488729.html">here</a>.)<br /><br />2. Clingers need to learn to be happy when alone and learn to switch to the on-your-own mode quickly. <br /> <br />3. Clingers often need to find other sources of connection in the world. But, and as Al says “this is a big but,” you can’t draw on sources that would threaten your partner. So build a network of friends, join volunteer organizations, keep pets, etc. And learn to shift from connecting with your partner to alone-mode, to friends, and back to your partner quickly, keeping the connection time with your partner the highest priority.<br /><br />4. Avoiders need to learn to anticipate their need for space, and signal their partner when they need a Time Out. <br /><br />5. Avoiders need to tend to their partner’s need for reliability by showing that their need for space is not a move towards leaving. Often, simply stating when you’ll return is enough to keep your partner calm. For example, “I need a time out—I’ll be in the garage for about two hours.” Or “I’d really like to read my book now, I’ll come back downstairs at 10:00 and we can talk about the kids then.” Al calls this Relationship Responsibility—“You can’t blame your partner for your need for space. <em>You have to come back</em>.”</blockquote><br /><br />And one last note. When in the midst of a clinging/avoiding event (when both lizards are panicked and the clinging partner begins chasing the avoiding partner who is sprinting towards the door) it is very important for the clinging partner to take the lead. Ideally, Clingers need to learn to call a Time Out for the Avoider, before the Avoider even realizes that they need it. This is because panic causes a Clinger to activate and an Avoider to shut-down. The frozen Avoider cannot call a Time Out when their brain has shut down. Al has a wonderful essay explaining this idea which he calls <a href="http://al.turtlecounseling.com/blog/Relationships/Skills/ReliableMembership/_archives/2007/2/6/2715346.html">The Testicle Principle </a>(even just finding out why he chose this name makes the essay well worth the read!)<br /><br /><br />So, that’s the second step on the Map. We’ve now explored the first two steps towards Vintage Love: learning to live with your Lizards and understanding each others’ needs for reliable connection. Interestingly, these are both unconscious aspects of the Biological Dream. The Lizard acts without our conscious control, and our need for connection is a hard-wired drive. <br /><br />The next three skills on the Map are conscious: diversity, autonomy, and purpose. At first I thought that these would be the easy ones. That I have already learned good skills to maintain these aspects in my relationships. Boy, was I surprised! <br /> <br />Just wait…<br />:)<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>*</strong> <em>This concept was first discussed by Harville Hendrix, the founder of Imago Relationship Therapy. He used the terms “fusers and isolaters.” </em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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<img height="0" width="0" src=http://c.statcounter.com/4018995/0/79c873a7/0/></div>Ainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072625157925960817.post-64730348799162068762010-03-10T16:15:00.001-05:002010-03-10T16:21:23.414-05:00Turtle Bites<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk03EaqfCXAeJmDak7aV7ZVacmdLTZ470lSGK3Yb6HxOb7pkUZtGxyQ4AJNzBf4RNpyExKQHLe5-iqIDW8sDpZMIKO0uDyT5e5EL7wZad4XTCFCmAiH0BMx0AfqSytc-thyKbz015ljc3x/s1600-h/turtle+bite.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk03EaqfCXAeJmDak7aV7ZVacmdLTZ470lSGK3Yb6HxOb7pkUZtGxyQ4AJNzBf4RNpyExKQHLe5-iqIDW8sDpZMIKO0uDyT5e5EL7wZad4XTCFCmAiH0BMx0AfqSytc-thyKbz015ljc3x/s320/turtle+bite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447118351513523954" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:70%;"><em>(photo found in google image search, photographer unknown)</em></span><br /><br />While I’m working on making the next post in my series on The Map of Relationships intelligible, I thought I’d share a couple <a href="http://al.turtlecounseling.com/blog">Al Turtle</a> quotes. <br /><br />Just some food for thought. <em>(And a bit of a glimpse into the future of this series of posts.)</em><br /><br /><U><strong>Some of Al’s definitions:</strong></U><br /><br /><strong>Bully (original version)--</strong> A person who wants their way and when they don’t get their way, they make other people unhappy.<br /><br /><strong>Bully (Al’s new version)--</strong> A person who wants their vision of reality, their interpretation of reality, to be the only surviving interpretation of reality, and they want other people to not talk about disagreeing.<br /><br /><strong>Leader--</strong> A true leader is a person who does not allow anyone to be disrespected in his or her presence. Also, a person who maintains dialogical space when not making a decision.<br /><br /><strong>Dialogical--</strong> sharing points of view peacefully.<br /><br /><strong>Dialogue--</strong> 1) Any sentence that implies the existence of multiple points of view of reality. 2) A conversation in which both are comfortably sharing their differing ways of seeing and appreciating the world.<br /><br /><strong>MasterTalk (the opposite of Dialogue)-- </strong>Any sentence that implies there is a single correct way of seeing reality. “It is warm.” <br /><br /><br /><U><strong>Some of Al’s One-Liners:</strong></U><br /><br /><blockquote>All people make sense all the time.<br /><br />If two people are agreeing, at least one of them is lying.<br /><br />All people are chronically disobedient… learn to live with it.<br /><br />Falling in love is an invitation to the brilliance of being fully alive.<br /><br />Divorce that old relationship. Don't divorce your partner.<br /><br />You can either be "right" or in "relationship". Take your pick.<br /><br />Your stuff is never my fault. And I care about you. So how can I help you with your stuff?<br /><br />What is madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance.</blockquote><br /><br /><br />I just love the way this guy thinks! I hope you are finding his ideas just as thought-provoking as I do. <br /><br />I’ll be back very soon with the next post in the series….<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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<img height="0" width="0" src=http://c.statcounter.com/4018995/0/79c873a7/0/></div>Ainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072625157925960817.post-73762480009967221172010-03-03T16:15:00.002-05:002010-03-17T19:09:33.596-04:00Safety and Getting to Know Your Lizard<span style="font-size:80%;"><em>(This is part 1 of a series called Turtle Wisdom, exploring the <a href="http://al.turtlecounseling.com/blog/Relationships/MapofRelationships/_archives/2005/3/8/409569.html">Map of Relationships </a>on Al Turtle’s website. Go back to my introduction <a href="http://aine-lifeisbeautiful.blogspot.com/2010/02/turtle-wisdoma-series-about-being-human.html">here</a>, if you are just joining us.)</em></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJ7YMBlUHOySnkul-Ue3a3Y9Qtkwi0WSPKAZhVSOWWOFYYel3mb8th6K6Kp4q6oU5Jl5xQ8trM9G_FCIOgNk2JyK-H-LVwnXDP2M0life_JxeBFJUWeVVKEPKQdAfXdRtf9MlaA4nkp1U/s1600-h/lizard.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJ7YMBlUHOySnkul-Ue3a3Y9Qtkwi0WSPKAZhVSOWWOFYYel3mb8th6K6Kp4q6oU5Jl5xQ8trM9G_FCIOgNk2JyK-H-LVwnXDP2M0life_JxeBFJUWeVVKEPKQdAfXdRtf9MlaA4nkp1U/s320/lizard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444167635149799682" /></a>Is your relationship a place of safety? Does your blood pressure drop and you go “ahhhhh” when you hear you partner’s car turn into the driveway? Are you a source of safety to your children? <br /><br />I think we can all agree that safety is the basis of any healthy relationship. And it is particularly important in our intimate relationships. So, let’s explore what it means to feel safe.<br /><br />I think we can all agree that we are hard-wired to seek physical safety. If we didn’t seek safety we could often find ourselves in places of danger. And that’s not a place that has a high rate of survival. <br /><br />We share this survival instinct with other mammals, reptiles, and birds. It is a simple mechanism with just two modes: safe or about-to-die. I’m sure you know what happens when we sense a threat. We call it the fight or flight response. Adrenaline floods your body in an instant. Your blood pressure rises, your heart beats faster, muscles are primed and all energy is diverted from other systems. Digestion stops, thoughts cease, peripheral vision goes dark, sexual response is turned off, and the immune system is suppressed. Your body prepares to fight, flee, submit, or freeze.<br /><br />What’s interesting is that most of us have never been in a life-threatening situation. Yet we experience this reaction quite often, especially when interacting with another person. So why do we experience this reaction when there is no apparent physical threat? And what does any of this have to do with lizards?<br /><br />I love how Al Turtle answers these questions. He calls our survival mechanism “the Lizard.” <br /><br /><br /><b>The Lizard</b><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkS7-d0RsQitS-utR9v5IAXWt5z332-q-CF7QPXTsYD_WcIpzs3Llr0zJgaalOfw3Bk_UUBaTODwn6guGMswcc2V92BjXC_MlDeGFseo2KuniDH80xnEWmGlbOjpTkhn6coff1HtSLGiZG/s1600-h/Lizard+intro.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkS7-d0RsQitS-utR9v5IAXWt5z332-q-CF7QPXTsYD_WcIpzs3Llr0zJgaalOfw3Bk_UUBaTODwn6guGMswcc2V92BjXC_MlDeGFseo2KuniDH80xnEWmGlbOjpTkhn6coff1HtSLGiZG/s400/Lizard+intro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444166292154504482" /></a><br />The Lizard lives in your brain. It is found in the deepest, most primitive section of your brain which is often called the reptilian brain (hence, Al’s choice of name). The Lizard controls automatic functions (such as breathing, heart rate, and blood pressure), survival functions (fight or flight responses), has no sense of time, and needs no relationship, no need for community. It’s job is to keep you alive.<br /><br />We trust our Lizard to keep our heart beating and our lungs breathing. This sense of trust is remarkable—think of the comfort you feel when falling asleep. We don’t worry about keeping our heart beating because we know that our Lizard is handling it. We feel safe when our Lizard is calm. As Al says, “Safety is a physical state of relaxation characterized by inactivity of the brain’s survival mechanism—the Lizard. This state is visible and measurable. It is often characterized by play and fun, playful mating, nurturing, loving, and caring behaviors, or creative activities.” <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZ2RlrQXK_7Km56xwEDttLkzEv1hvSGoKHi6MuVBnC8YxSKajkG6tPnOPeLzrft27aPMZXkhDmSYabRa1alxdeP9fbPC0L0ft36z5INlXyVekq4MInfMZ0xQP4z5CGLdoDa0VTFysDHLm/s1600-h/calm+lizard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZ2RlrQXK_7Km56xwEDttLkzEv1hvSGoKHi6MuVBnC8YxSKajkG6tPnOPeLzrft27aPMZXkhDmSYabRa1alxdeP9fbPC0L0ft36z5INlXyVekq4MInfMZ0xQP4z5CGLdoDa0VTFysDHLm/s400/calm+lizard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444509291693636322" /></a><br /><br />When the Lizard senses a threat, it becomes active to protect you. It switches out of safe mode and turns on the fight or flight response. I think it’s important to note that when your Lizard is active it is impossible to engage in the above “calm Lizard behaviors.” <br /><br />So let’s review what a bothered Lizard looks like. In animals, these behaviors are clear, easy to recognize. Fighting is a physical fight until all threat is gone. Fleeing is physically running away from the threat. Submitting is when they roll over or back down and relinquish dominance. And freezing is when they become motionless in the hope that the predator will not see them.<br /><br />But in humans these behaviors are often less obvious. This is because our brain has two additional layers on top of the reptilian brain. Above the Lizard is the mammalian addition, or limbic system. It gives us emotions such as joy and grief and our need to live in a community. And the top layer is the primate addition, the cortex, which is basically a huge, efficient hard-drive. It’s function is data storage (memory) and abstract thinking.<br /><br />Since the Lizard is buried deep in our cranium, it can’t see the outside world very clearly. It mostly sees what the cortex is doing. And the cortex is busy making sense of the outside world by associating input with the stored data/memories. So the Lizard reacts to internal associations and imaginations more often than actual reality. Remember, the Lizard is a pretty simple creature. It sees things in black and white: either we are safe or we are about to die. And, it doesn’t pause to separate real threats from imagined threats. (Such a pause would have led to extinction millennia ago.) This is why we experience the fight or flight response in the absence of a real threat. How often do we see others react in strange ways when there is no apparent threat or reason to feel unsafe?! When we see these strange reactions we are seeing their Lizard. <br /><br />As Al Turtle explains, “Interestingly, the Lizard reacts if the normal functions of other parts of the brain are threatened. If the mid-brain’s need for community is threatened, the Lizard reacts in survival mode. While the mid-brain is producing the emotion of loneliness, the Lizard may initiate panic and fighting behavior to make sure that you are not left alone. If the primate brain’s need for diversity or difference is threatened, the Lizard may avoid contact – freeze or flee. If the primate brain’s autonomous behavior is threatened, the Lizard may begin submitting behavior.”<br /><br />A personal example is that when someone speaks to me in the tone of voice that my father used when he was unhappy with me, my Lizard reacts. Sometimes, simply being in the presence of an authority figure wakens my Lizard. No threat present, but dang if I don’t shut down into a freezing behavior.<br /><br />Here are some other examples of human responses.<br /> <br /><strong>Active Lizard Behaviors:</strong><br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Fighting</strong>-- Can be physical or verbal, such as arguing, controlling, actively manipulating.<br /><br /><strong>Fleeing</strong>-- Getting away, staying at the office extra hours, or escaping into cyberspace when sitting next to your partner on the sofa (when your lizard is active, not when you are enjoying quiet companionship.) Changing the subject. Hiding behind a newspaper.<br /><br /><strong>Submitting</strong>-- Saying yes when you mean no, or agreeing when you don’t (“Okay, fine. It’s fine.”) Doing something you don’t want to be doing. Many people are taught to submit. This is the core of codependence: making submitting a permanent behavior rather than a temporary stress response. <br /> <br /><strong>Freezing</strong>-- Shutting down, doing nothing, or not dealing with an issue. Becoming motionless or invisible (as students do when the teacher asks a difficult question). Any attempts to avoid being direct, such as passive lying (withholding), asking “what do you want to do?” or responding with “I don’t know.”</blockquote><br /><br />As you can see, most of our active lizard behaviors are triggered by interactions with others. So let’s go back to the first question in this post. Is your relationship a place of safety?<br /><br /><strong>Lizards in Relationship</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbZ8Wg1EA35vG066eGbycMHSGxmYjTG15e55HBrC5ETxHD-Fis3rSGlHhfpAXMXIvDfYhsJbLpfA3GydTTrGAoj3HpXeTMU8zjrVL2MznZUUKNSziHiICNkUAZW0zVnZzRL4tMmwxsWnJ/s1600-h/chasing+a+lizard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbZ8Wg1EA35vG066eGbycMHSGxmYjTG15e55HBrC5ETxHD-Fis3rSGlHhfpAXMXIvDfYhsJbLpfA3GydTTrGAoj3HpXeTMU8zjrVL2MznZUUKNSziHiICNkUAZW0zVnZzRL4tMmwxsWnJ/s400/chasing+a+lizard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444158704469483746" /></a><br /><br />We now know that feeling safe means having a calm Lizard. And we listed what calm Lizard behaviors look like. But I’d bet that the majority of couples spend more time in active Lizard mode than they’d like. In fact, Al says many people live with their Lizards active <i>all</i> of the time that they are in relationship. Only when they are alone do they feel safe. And that some Lizards never go to sleep. Their owners live in a state we call chronic stress.<br /> <br />Clearly, establishing a zone of safety is one of the most important skills in creating a great relationship.<br /><br /><strong>Skills to create safety:</strong><br /><strong>1. Get to know your Lizard</strong><br /><br />Learn what bothers it. Learn what soothes it. Train your Lizard to trust your cortex, to pause and consider whether the threat is real or imaginary. And train your cortex to take care of your Lizard rather than letting your Lizard rule your cortex. Be aware of thought patterns which bother the Lizard and stop thinking them.<br /><br /><strong>2. Get to know your partner’s Lizard</strong><br /> <br />Become a source of safety to your partner’s Lizard. Notice when your partner’s Lizard is bothered. The signs of increased blood pressure are visible, pay attention. Look for those active Lizard behaviors. Remember that when Lizards are active you are talking to a Lizard, not your partner. Ask them what you can do to make them feel safer. Never tell a Lizard that the threat isn’t real. It’s real to them. And you’ll become a threat if you seem to be saying that they are “crazy.” (Think of how often people tell children “there is nothing to fear, so stop crying”!) If one person says they are scared and the other says there’s nothing dangerous here, that person now becomes a source of danger because they are rejecting their partner’s need for safety. <br /><br /><strong>3. Learn how to take Time-Outs. </strong> <br /><br />You can’t stop a Lizard. Lizards react extremely quickly. They flood the body with adrenaline at the slightest hint of threat. And, it takes a minimum of 20 minutes for the Lizard to calm down (or for the adrenaline to leave the bloodstream.) If you see your partner’s Lizard become active, stop everything and call a Time Out. Al lists specific rules (<a href="http://al.turtlecounseling.com/blog/Relationships/Skills/SafetyandTrust/_archives/2005/3/29/488729.html">here</a>) to ensure it is a Time Out <i>within</i> the relationship, not an exit <i>from</i> the relationship, because many Lizards react when it sounds like their partner is trying to leave the relationship. (My Lizard hates this. I’ll explore why in a future post.)<br /><br /><strong>4. Create lists of caring behaviors</strong><br /><br />Discover and share what makes each other’s Lizard happy. Be specific about behaviors that your partner can do which make you feel safe. Al gives examples on his website, <a href="http://al.turtlecounseling.com/blog/Relationships/Skills/SafetyandTrust/_archives/2006/1/30/1733380.html">here</a>.<br /><br /><strong>5. Share everything</strong><br /><br />Lizards love predictive information and reliability. We strive to understand ourselves and our partner’s actions (why do you do that?) because it keeps our Lizard calm. Lizards don’t like surprises.<br /><br />Another note from Al: <blockquote>“Many of us were taught that if you can’t say something nice don’t say it—this is crazy. You are trying to make someone feel safe by lying or withholding information. You do it because you don’t feel safe telling the truth. If you lie to make your partner feel safe, you make your partner twice as unsafe. Our culture says if you don’t talk about something it’s not there. But in an intimate relationship, if you don’t talk about something it gives it more power.”</blockquote>This is why it’s important to share everything (but sharing needs to be done nicely, with good timing—best to share when Lizards feel safe!)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:80%;"><em>(I encourage you to explore Al’s website for much more information about the Lizard and how to create safety in your relationship. He’s the expert, I’m just the messenger.)</em></span><br /><br />Next post I’ll explore the second skill on Al’s Map of Relationships: something he calls Reliable Membership.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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<img height="0" width="0" src=http://c.statcounter.com/4018995/0/79c873a7/0/></div>Ainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072625157925960817.post-66335303039581859572010-02-19T23:20:00.001-05:002010-03-17T19:15:29.986-04:00Turtle Wisdom—a series about being humanIn my last post I shared Al Turtle’s <a href="http://al.turtlecounseling.com/blog/Relationships/MapofRelationships/_archives/2005/3/8/409569.html">Map of Relationships</a>. His ideas have sparked lots of introspection for me, and I find much wisdom in his approach to understanding human behavior.<br /><br />I’ve decided to explore myself using Al’s map as a guide and to invite you along! I'll be posting each step of my adventure. Along the way, perhaps you will relate to my thoughts. Perhaps you’ll discover a new perspective because I’m so different from you. Perhaps I’ll even inspire you to embark on your own quest. At the very least, I hope my travels will be entertaining. :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEwNX185OE0PM5phLavLEWtdf4C3jfXBXUrozIfiRRN1qbQc7B_GBmcA4SHPx-H4YvPRDWFdVThrxTrVOeNKt9spSmD9aOOXSrqQDPf0RULd4Ke4tU41mLEMKwGC2edZZAeuDrMNn5Bc6P/s1600-h/MapofRelationships.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEwNX185OE0PM5phLavLEWtdf4C3jfXBXUrozIfiRRN1qbQc7B_GBmcA4SHPx-H4YvPRDWFdVThrxTrVOeNKt9spSmD9aOOXSrqQDPf0RULd4Ke4tU41mLEMKwGC2edZZAeuDrMNn5Bc6P/s400/MapofRelationships.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439642037911471970" /></a><br /><br />So here’s the plan. The map says that to get to vintage love you need to do three things:<br /><br />1. Learn the following Biological Dream skills (and stop using the traditional skills learned in childhood):<br /><blockquote> a. Safety<br />b. Reliable membership<br />c. Diversity<br />d. Autonomy<br />e. Purpose</blockquote>2. Heal wounds<br /><br />3. Share everything <br /><br /><br />So my first challenge is to learn about safety. What is Al talking about and what do I need to do?<br /><br />Have you ever felt fear or pain about something that isn’t real or isn’t actually happening? Sometimes the cause of the fear is easy to find. For example, we can understand why someone would experience a fear reaction every time they smell smoke, if we know that they escaped a house fire in childhood. But why would someone feel unsafe when they smell bleach? Or experience a freezing reaction (mind goes blank, unable to think) whenever their loving, non-abusive partner uses a particular tone of voice? The human fear response can be triggered in situations where there is no actual threat to safety. In fact, some people live in this state of fear 24/7-- we call it chronic stress.<br /><br /><br />Al Turtle blames these feelings on “the lizard." Do you have a lizard in your brain? Tune in next post to find out. Let’s explore the skill of safety.<br /><br /><em>On to <a href="http://aine-lifeisbeautiful.blogspot.com/2010/03/safety-and-getting-to-know-your-lizard.html">part 1</a>.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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<img height="0" width="0" src=http://c.statcounter.com/4018995/0/79c873a7/0/></div>Ainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072625157925960817.post-33893549147406099332010-02-03T19:00:00.000-05:002010-02-03T19:09:35.628-05:00The Map of Relationships<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaBB40Abaq-FLESA5fs0OaAk-iPItAkKnVzMi_Nziw6lK1U1weAk2WGLJ6UaX8WNWw4W1MkCrYRm0_X_XPQTBH5tPPOvm6boDMpPKOWqkDE25rhR5xO0CGYqUwMW1udM269s2594_qN8Lx/s1600-h/two-doves2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaBB40Abaq-FLESA5fs0OaAk-iPItAkKnVzMi_Nziw6lK1U1weAk2WGLJ6UaX8WNWw4W1MkCrYRm0_X_XPQTBH5tPPOvm6boDMpPKOWqkDE25rhR5xO0CGYqUwMW1udM269s2594_qN8Lx/s400/two-doves2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434090984570952498" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:60%;"><em>(photo shamelessly stolen from the internet, photographer unknown)</em></span><br /><br />Hello, everyone! I am very sorry that I’ve seemed to disappear from the blog world. All is well. It’s just been a case of that pesky Newton’s first law: inertia. <br /><br />And yes, that body at rest (me not blogging) would have remained at rest without an outside force. :P<br /><br />Although I’ve been at rest in the blogosphere, I’ve been very active in my head. With my explorations into the meaning of life. Probably another case of inertia… :)<br /><br />So what is the outside force that nudged me back to blogging? A new podcast series from one of the wisest counselors I’ve ever read. I am so excited about Al Turtle’s relationship wisdom that I just had to share this with all of you.<br /><br />Anyone who wants to have the “perfect” relationship (romantic or otherwise) has got to listen to Al talk about his “Map of Relationships.” <br /><br />One of the things that has bothered me for years is the lack of a role model for what makes a healthy relationship. Couples in books, TV shows, and movies all seem to be struggling with their relationships. It makes for good drama, of course. And everyone can relate to the humor, angst, and pain that results. But what does a healthy relationship look like? A healthy, happy couple is rarely depicted. So rare that I don’t have a model in my head of how it would work in reality. I think most of us can describe characteristics that are not part of a healthy relationship. It’s easy to see that it would not involve a power struggle or arguing. And, many of us can quickly and easily point out couples who are not healthy. But what does a healthy couple do? How does it work? It seems that most of us can describe what a perfect relationship would<i> feel</i> like, but I haven’t found anyone who can explain exactly <em>how</em> to achieve it. <br /><br />Until now.<br /><br />Al Turtle is an Imago trained couples counselor. He started using the ideas of Imago theory in his practice and in his own marriage years ago. And he found problems. But unlike many counselors who just plod away using the theory without questioning it, Al started taking notes on the problems. And the notes became essays that he filed on his <a href="http://al.turtlecounseling.com/blog">website</a>. And, lucky for us, Al has a unique background and skill set that I would bet is uncommon for therapists. Before he became a counselor, he was trained as an electrical technician in the Navy during the Vietnam war. He likes to fix things. He knows how to analyze and fix problems in a very concrete and practical way. He is also very skilled at drawing charts and maps. So, he was able to bring all of these skills together and create this <a href="http://al.turtlecounseling.com/blog/Relationships/MapofRelationships/_archives/2005/3/8/409569.html">Map of Relationships</a>.<br /><br />And now, for the next 6 weeks, he is doing an interview series (podcast) with Laura Lavigne, blog talk show host, to talk about his Relationship Wisdom. The first episode was yesterday. <br /><br />So, if you have any interest in learning how to achieve “Vintage Love” or even how to improve your parenting skills (yes, really!), <a href="http://www.lauralavigne.com/RWS1.html">listen in</a>— I highly recommend it!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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<img height="0" width="0" src=http://c.statcounter.com/4018995/0/79c873a7/0/></div>Ainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072625157925960817.post-71593400938516706282009-11-19T23:25:00.001-05:002009-11-19T23:32:24.596-05:00Is Ego a Matter of Anatomy?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNhTDxBKtA463HfNAXiVwbrqttznlVvO5sLOCRjr58V3l3FwC8zpcbz8WqsCymBJwxjt1llQMr8VjHbwwE9lzstILRLNcOv10sQwJNQK6vqdJ3IOmzW9HLdipYITJZPKG650FZtsVwAZM/s1600/jill-bolte-taylor+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNhTDxBKtA463HfNAXiVwbrqttznlVvO5sLOCRjr58V3l3FwC8zpcbz8WqsCymBJwxjt1llQMr8VjHbwwE9lzstILRLNcOv10sQwJNQK6vqdJ3IOmzW9HLdipYITJZPKG650FZtsVwAZM/s320/jill-bolte-taylor+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405874762883637506" /></a><br /><em>~photo courtesy of Indiana University</em><br /><br />Hi everyone! I'm sorry I've been so scarce in the blogosphere lately. In my absence, I've been blown away with the ideas and insights of Eckhart Tolle and Dr. Jill Bolte-Taylor (thanks, <a href="http://janevolker.blogspot.com/">Janey</a>!!!) Both have written books and can be found in various interviews and videos on the web-- so, I've been spending hours soaking it all up.<br />:)<br /><br />As I discussed in my last post, Tolle defines the "ego" as the part of us that thinks with words, the voice in our head. He believes that this voice is not our true self. Rather, we are the <i>presence</i> that hears the voice. And, if we consciously turn off the ego's voice and simply be present and aware of our senses, we will find a simple, open state of peace and joy.<br /><br />One problem that I have is that Tolle's descriptions can come off as having a spiritual, even religious, feeling. He describes this ego-less state as energy which connects us all. Is it a higher plane of existence? Is it a brush with the divine? No. He's not really saying that at all. But as a probable Idealist (one of Keirsey's temperament types), Tolle has some difficulty nailing down his words in black and white. In a more scientific straight-forwardness. That's where Dr. Jill Bolte-Taylor has made a huge contribution.<br /><br />Dr. Bolte-Taylor is a Harvard-trained neuroanatomist who had a stroke at age 37. And, she remained awake and conscious the entire time and was able to perceive the changes in her brain as they happened! How cool is that?! Her left-sided hemorrhage effectively shut down her entire left hemisphere (language, rational and linear thinking, math skills). So she was living with only the functions of her right brain (intuition, contextual understanding, perception of intonation, spatial skills). She describes the experience in her book <i>My Stroke of Insight</i>.<br /><br />Check out this incredible video of a talk she gave several years ago:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyyjU8fzEYU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyyjU8fzEYU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />What I find fascinating, is that when her left hemisphere stopped working, she experienced the awareness of <i>being</i> that Tolle describes. She says that she lost her ego. That her thinking was silenced because the section of the brain that processes language completely shut down. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_SITlAiQl3zR78VC605vfmHfy_ajcBshkeQahBR5KqKAi71W3sugDqQWKrPBjaFzOlvhKOk_amDBCpvgAg1st_pSO61iaUuc1aPCCkaCIzJd_L6rTpeL-HTkYjQJOKmB2VjdmvMa5m7v/s1600/Oprah.Jill+quote.2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_SITlAiQl3zR78VC605vfmHfy_ajcBshkeQahBR5KqKAi71W3sugDqQWKrPBjaFzOlvhKOk_amDBCpvgAg1st_pSO61iaUuc1aPCCkaCIzJd_L6rTpeL-HTkYjQJOKmB2VjdmvMa5m7v/s400/Oprah.Jill+quote.2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405877100697932002" /></a><br /><em>~excerpt from Oprah's Soul Series radio show (archived at Oprah.com)</em><br /><br />So is the ego actually our left hemisphere? It appears so. Our ability to use language seems to be the key to what ego is.<br /><br />We think in words because we evolved language. And certainly, shared language is a huge advantage for survival. But, this thinking mind is also a bit of a curse. <br /><br />To think requires words, which are just man-made labels for ideas and concepts. As Tolle teaches, words are just guideposts that point us to the ideas, they are not truth. And this is the curse. Just think of all the thoughts that we have. Aren't we defining our experiences (or limiting them) with thought? And so often, thoughts tend to either amplify emotion or block emotion. This is why some people preach positive thinking as a way to feel happier. But thoughts are not emotions.<br /><br />Emotion is a physical function. It happens deep in the brain in the amygdala. It is a specific physiologic response that protects us and enhances our survival by, for example, preparing us to fight or flee when fear is triggered, or by creating a desire to attach to a caregiver or loved one when feelings of safety (happiness, joy, etc.) are triggered. Pure emotion (the physiological response) is fleeting. The brain function only lasts from a few minutes to about 20 minutes maximum (for fear and anger). But, thanks to our thinking mind, we continue to experience what we believe is fear or anger for hours, days, even years! In actuality, we trick our brain into triggering the emotional response in the absence of a real life event. By having thoughts. By having an ego that tells us stories.<br /><br />It's the price we pay for having language.<br /><br />So, can we stop creating these thought-induced emotional experiences? Yes! As Dr. Bolte-Taylor knows, we can turn off our left-hemisphere. As Tolle teaches, we can silence the ego. And the result is peace, joy, an undefinable (because we can't apply words to it) sense of connection with life. It is pure living, without the curse of false, thought-induced negative emotions.<br /><br />Dr. Bolte-Taylor calls it Nirvana. <br /><br />I call it life. And, of course... <br /><br />Life is Beautiful...<br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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I've always been curious about books that people claim have changed their lives. And, as you may remember, Oprah was a huge follower of Tolle several years ago. So I decided to see what it was all about.<br /><br />I am generally a bit skeptical of anything overly spiritual. Although I consider myself spiritual in a sense, I am atheist. And, having studied the hard sciences (biology major) and anthropology in college, I prefer to find physical or rational explanations. That said, I do believe that individuals can affect the quality of their experience in life through thought. And I am always open to hearing how another human has made sense of life, how their thoughts shape their experience. I recognize how my range of thoughts are limited by my individual experience, and I like learning new ways of thinking that I would never have conceived of on my own.<br /><br />So in this spirit, I started reading <em>A New Earth</em>. And what I found was something fascinating...about me. <br /><br />First, for those of you who haven't read Tolle, I'll do my best to summarize his ideas as I understand them thus far (I haven't finished the book yet). <br /><br />Tolle says that a person is comprised of an illusory self which he calls the "ego", and the true self, or "consciousness," which is the presence within you who is hearing the thoughts of the ego. The ego is the speaker who we often think of as "I". But, he asserts that "I" is an illusion because it is given definition through human constructs (such as words). He says, "the greatest miracle is the experiencing of your essential self as prior to any words, thoughts, mental labels, and images. For this to happen you need to disentangle your sense of I, of Beingness, from all the things it has become mixed up with, that is to say, identified with." <em>(A New Earth, page 26.)</em><br /><br />This makes sense to me. I have been aware that there is a part of me who can hear myself thinking, that there is indeed a presence separate from and beyond the thoughts in my mind. A presence that doesn't think, it is just aware, it just "is." So, this is my true self listening to my ego. I just didn't define the two so clearly as the "ego" and my "consciousness." <br /><br />What has amazed me while reading is my realization that I was fully aware of my true self from a very young age. <br /><br />I remember doing a worksheet in 3rd grade (I was 8) about self identity. We had to answer questions like "my favorite food is...," "my favorite color is...," and "I'm really good at...." It is my first memory of defining my self, comparing myself to others and seeing how I am different. It was my first organized effort to figure out who I am. And I remember having a strong sense of "knowing" things that I couldn't put into words. Clearly, my intuiting function was already well developed. For example, I knew which group of friends the new girl would join upon my first interaction with her. I knew how to change my behavior to fit in with different "types". I had clear visions of how everyone in my world was connected-- I saw the structure of the interrelationships. Some of this was the development of Tolle's ego-- defining myself and the world with words and labels. But I also "knew" that my true self wasn't definable, it just was. And a few years later, that awareness became very strong.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6kNh6WaAyN9xUCrVzSyzWeYRgiIyVcAL8nYpOuokDvwm2t1i3nm9SHEPsDr6fFx_RqPLyMmDI1s_TmObtnIdUid-X5U9gY856o5DpRy6tb7v2BKB6h-HyEIxBy8p3pmuNr1qXaY9oWiS/s1600-h/2750698849_1177cff75b.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6kNh6WaAyN9xUCrVzSyzWeYRgiIyVcAL8nYpOuokDvwm2t1i3nm9SHEPsDr6fFx_RqPLyMmDI1s_TmObtnIdUid-X5U9gY856o5DpRy6tb7v2BKB6h-HyEIxBy8p3pmuNr1qXaY9oWiS/s200/2750698849_1177cff75b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392620747930681250" /></a>When I was about 14 or 15, I used to wander off into the woods. I had a favorite boulder where I would sit and think. Sometimes I brought a journal. Sometimes I was working through a particular issue in my life (the usual teen situations). And sometimes I just sat to "commune with life" (as I called it then). The forest was filled with white birch trees which I loved, and I would sit and feel like I was one with them. Though my rational mind thought I was a bit bonkers at the time, I was aware of a joy that is beyond description. It was the start of my Life is Beautiful motto. I chose not to analyze it, because it was a source of strength that I knew, even then, was uncommon. <br /><br />So when I read something in Tolle's book, tears came to my eyes. I felt a sense of validation that I've never felt before. He talks about the "influx of joy" and "inner peace" that fills you when you first experience the separation of the ego self (your thoughts and the content of your mind) from the simple <i>awareness</i> of being. Thoughts are constructs that limit our perceptions. Awareness is not limiting. It just <i>is.</i> This experience "happens in such a subtle way that [people] hardly notice it." <em>(A New Earth, page 30.)</em> This same subtle joy and peace is what came upon me in that forest. The joy of Being can only be felt "when you get out of your head. Being must be felt. It can't be thought." <em>(A New Earth, page 40.)</em> <br /><br />How is this a strength? I have been told by several people through the years that I have a strength which they admire. In high school, my friends found my optimism curious. They joked about it, but I knew they also wished for the peace that I often felt. In college, my best friend told me I had an amazing "spiritual strength", which I chuckled at because I was on the verge of leaving my faith and embracing atheism. I hadn't considered my way of thinking a strength. To me, it was just the way life is. Just truth, as I saw it. Rational and realistic, not spiritual or some extraordinary ability to see through rosy glasses. And I didn't see myself as "stronger" than anyone else (I still don't.) I've got plenty of weaknesses. So what exactly is my "strength"?<br /><br />Again, my heart stopped as I read Tolle's discussion on happiness. He says, "the primary cause of unhappiness is never the situation but your thoughts about it. Be aware of the thoughts you are thinking. Separate them from the situation, which is always neutral, which always is as it is." <em>(A new Earth, page 96.)</em> And furthermore, he says, "Don't seek happiness. If you seek it, you won't find it, because seeking is the antithesis of happiness. Happiness is ever elusive, but freedom from unhappiness is attainable now, by facing what is rather than making up stories about it. Unhappiness covers up your natural state of well-being and inner peace, the source of true happiness." <em>(A New Earth, page 96.)</em><br /><br />Yes! He has put into words something that I've "known" for all these years, but was unable to explain to others. We all have this ability to become aware of our true essence, by becoming aware of the presence behind our thoughts and emotions. And when we are aware of it, we can't help but sense a deep peace and happiness. Because happiness is our natural state of being, what "is" when we strip away all the thoughts and constructs that we have accumulated through thinking (the ego's function). This was the source of my "strength." I knew how to be free from unhappiness.<br /><br />There was another reason tears came to my eyes while reading. I realized that at some time through the years I have woefully forgotten to separate my self from my ego. I have fallen into the ego's trap. I have been allowing my thoughts and emotions to define what is, instead of just "being". And as a result, I have caused pain, for myself and others.<br /><br />So thank you, Eckhart Tolle, for skillfully using words to express what I could not. And for reminding me of who I am.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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<img height="0" width="0" src=http://c.statcounter.com/4018995/0/79c873a7/0/></div>Ainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072625157925960817.post-44525688453456202702009-10-08T15:00:00.000-04:002009-10-08T15:02:11.819-04:00The Basket Weaver<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjmIm4N1zk17NsH-RXu3nY8b1IqzTnB8XZvRcTa3e8JnH1nL8WMXmOeSAWUswPlmh4iVF5YzvXHcdg516rpPX4tekY7uFO906xP_z1WaW1PAZFC8Y-eTw9IizySLuhBEMywPcvVcBasDK/s1600-h/Basket_Weaver.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjmIm4N1zk17NsH-RXu3nY8b1IqzTnB8XZvRcTa3e8JnH1nL8WMXmOeSAWUswPlmh4iVF5YzvXHcdg516rpPX4tekY7uFO906xP_z1WaW1PAZFC8Y-eTw9IizySLuhBEMywPcvVcBasDK/s320/Basket_Weaver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390305809184685090" /></a><br />Sometimes I wonder who is living my life. The life I always envisioned. I hope that she is enjoying it. It was a lovely picture.<br /><br />I've been challenged with a different life. And sometimes, like today, I feel lost. Not sure what my life should look like. Not sure which colors and strokes I should, or could, be applying to the canvas. All I know is that I don’t know.<br /><br />I think of the things I would have done differently. But that's not valuable in the now. As <a href="http://al.turtlecounseling.com/blog/_archives/2005/3/11/418514.html">Al Turtle </a>says, "Guilt is time travel. It is putting today's wisdom into yesterday's event-- a time at which you only had yesterday's wisdom." I don't regret any of my choices because I know that I've always used the wisdom that was available to me in each moment. <br /><br />But lately, I find that I don’t trust that I have any wisdom. I feel like a newborn. My eyes have been opened to a new world. One that was unknown to my past self. So nothing I've learned is useful in this new place. I suppose knowing that I don't know is a start. I am open to anything now. Is this an awakening? Perhaps. Or perhaps it's just my self/ego denying my failings, hiding in some esoteric idea about rebirth.<br /><br />Sometimes I wonder if my tendency to think and explore ideas is a curse. I tried to have a career in which I helped others. Made life a bit sunnier or easier for others. But even as a student, I learned that I had few skills of practical value. During my apprenticeship my mentor said, "Aine, you're a scholar. But, keep your hands off the clients!" <br /><br />Sometimes I wish I were a basket weaver. I could sit in the sunshine and create something useful, something that people needed and wanted. Life could be simple. I would be happy.<br /><br />But I'm cursed with this tendency to think and explore ideas. Which I'm not even very good at. I rarely create my own ideas. I just enjoy exploring the genius of others. Alone. <br /><br />I've been ignored or even ridiculed by all of my loved ones for my passions. But I don't blame them, my passions are all useless, impractical.<br /><br />Al Turtle also said, "All humans are geniuses (at something.) Look for it." <br /><br />I am, Al. I'm still looking. <br /><br />Perhaps my genius is my ability to hope. <br /><br />But, it's a curse,too. It makes me feel alone. It's impractical, unpopular, and just plain weird, as I've been told again and again. But that's the one thing I'll never give up.<br /><br />If only I could weave baskets out of it...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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<img height="0" width="0" src=http://c.statcounter.com/4018995/0/79c873a7/0/></div>Ainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072625157925960817.post-14315048176753216772009-10-01T12:50:00.001-04:002009-10-01T12:55:52.923-04:00Just a Wee Rant (or What's Buggin' Aine?)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiblGpHrAstA8qWxcS9zC_rqnc0NMpGwRpA7L813Qb8n4jhKHGftoa2s1Bzkg1prQMnAbso9YeL0tFhd9PaRyRkysywQcYRpl6QdFZkkKHLspo92cDNbSA1mS4Hx45qbhXqw_kUIbalOSMs/s1600-h/rant.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiblGpHrAstA8qWxcS9zC_rqnc0NMpGwRpA7L813Qb8n4jhKHGftoa2s1Bzkg1prQMnAbso9YeL0tFhd9PaRyRkysywQcYRpl6QdFZkkKHLspo92cDNbSA1mS4Hx45qbhXqw_kUIbalOSMs/s320/rant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387670640616195618" /></a><br />A few days ago while browsing Yahoo, I (despite my better judgement) clicked on an article about Jon Gosselin. He probably needs no introduction, but for any fellow hermits, he's the wayward husband from reality TV's "Jon & Kate Plus Eight." In the article, a psychologist is quoted saying that Jon's behavior is due to the fact that he was married too young (he was 22), and so he never had an opportunity to sow his oats.<br /><br />Whoa! Stop. Back up. Did he just say that?<br /><br />My first thought was: so, 22 is now considered too young to get married, eh? For most of the past 100 years the average age of marriage ranged from 22 to 24 (for men in the USA). Hmmm.<br /><br />Even so, maybe Jon Gosselin was too immature to use good judgement or make such a big decision (to get married). After all, I know that some human brains are not developmentally mature until 25. That is, they are incapable of processing higher level cognitive functions such as abstract thought, planning, or predicting consequences. This is why we provide parenting and parental guidance through the teen years. To ensure the survival of our genes, we protect our children until they develop all the skills required to make good decisions. Neuroscience tells us that this brain function doesn't reach full maturity until our early to mid-twenties. So, okay-- maybe Jon Gosselin wasn't developmentally able to make a good decision in choosing a life partner at 22.<br /> <br />And now that he is fully adult, he has chosen to not "own" his past decisions. That's his choice. It simply displays his character. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhk5j-Cn_r_pdODJe8F9ug2bfcKpsp658jDnS10Rx8U42rxuNPYC8UCU7DEjgSVAf4WltMhKOOAjA-XUx-TMwphTUcD3ia4wSAQqiCjPYFlM9maWUvPGFqr3EUuVs0zE3KGUwfEB1TN9Sb/s1600-h/Dumbledore+Choices+copy.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhk5j-Cn_r_pdODJe8F9ug2bfcKpsp658jDnS10Rx8U42rxuNPYC8UCU7DEjgSVAf4WltMhKOOAjA-XUx-TMwphTUcD3ia4wSAQqiCjPYFlM9maWUvPGFqr3EUuVs0zE3KGUwfEB1TN9Sb/s400/Dumbledore+Choices+copy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387675365916315090" /></a><br /> <br />So, why did this article bother me?<br /><br />Because a professional psychologist just provided an excuse for poor judgement. Perhaps even normalized it.<br /><br />I suppose, following this thinking, that I should allow my seven year-old to sing songs about poop in her "outdoor voice" in a restaurant. After all, a seven year-old brain is incapable of impulse control, right? <br /><br />So, I was bothered because this professional therapist validated poor judgement, effectively bypassing the issue of choice and accountability. Shouldn't a professional psychologist be modeling/teaching a healthier approach to situations? I'm not suggesting that he should've judged Jon's behavior based on some moral code, but he could have used the opportunity to discuss choice, accountability, character, and growth.<br /><br />And this isn't the first professional counselor who has displayed such a lack of professionalism. I know of a situation where a psychologist told a married man (not a client) that it was okay to be unfaithful, that "it's" called DWM-- dating while married. And encouraged this choice as a method of getting needs met. Yikes!! <br /><br />Why are people becoming so quick to ignore accountability and responsibility? Where are the role models for good choices?<br /><br />Sorry. Rant over. As you were....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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But for now, here's the post about personality theory I've promised...</i><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJoOvl3Hvew1CwJFFwVXzl2GMP9XI-LAUjipXVNahX-tW2AF8IL-NVod4Sc3VkZuFNfM_B7lbGqWyDQvVyWJ3Vu7VWLHDvOUc-JGL1CtkjT4WQqv4Aes0hC_BXVtwa9seaTwdkmbXu2_w/s1600-h/Souls.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJoOvl3Hvew1CwJFFwVXzl2GMP9XI-LAUjipXVNahX-tW2AF8IL-NVod4Sc3VkZuFNfM_B7lbGqWyDQvVyWJ3Vu7VWLHDvOUc-JGL1CtkjT4WQqv4Aes0hC_BXVtwa9seaTwdkmbXu2_w/s400/Souls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367350129058954146" /></a><br /><br />I remember when I was young, maybe 11 or 12, how I used to imagine what my "soulmate" would be like. I used to walk through my day, speaking to him in my mind. I used to pretend that he was just outside the window, and that he could hear my thoughts. Naturally, I imagined that he was responding to my needs perfectly. And I intuitively "knew" that I'd know him when I found him.<br /><br />For Idealists (members of Keirsey's Idealist temperament, or those with NF in their Myers-Briggs personality type), the soulmate bond is more than having common interests, more than enjoying time spent together, more than a chemical attraction, even more than best friends. A soulmate is one's other half. When together, they create a whole. They are part of each other. Once found and devotion confessed, they would be together forever. With undying commitment. Always keeping each other as first priority. (I'm sure you Idealists are vigorously nodding your heads right about now, while others of you are thinking "whoa! I'd be suffocating"...)<br /><br />And, I always believed (since girlfriends and movies and books all seemed to provide sufficient evidence) that everyone wanted the same thing from their mate. Right??<br /><br />Wrong!-- wow-- I had no idea how wrong I was!<br /><br />The truth is that all personality types (Idealists, Rationals, Guardians, and Artisans) are mostly "self" centered. That is, although we recognize that others have different interests, beliefs, and values, we tend to assume that others basically think the same way we do. If we aren't aware there are other ways of seeing the world, what else can we think, really? For example, don’t we all want to be loved? And, we know what that means, right? <br /><br />Again, wrong! Let's take a look at Idealist and Rational pairings.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjybPgRrM6tEu0ih18D7XmYw9rs3sWZmIDwcB5DbNViGS6XBAJpaODMMxFyvL3KKZL81u-rlXrZBBfo8N6CNSmSVHJ1KDuabuG_ADlnbiO9l89_VQ8QNlWpY7B5jf7o9V0X3S9kRySEkT-K/s1600-h/soulmate4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjybPgRrM6tEu0ih18D7XmYw9rs3sWZmIDwcB5DbNViGS6XBAJpaODMMxFyvL3KKZL81u-rlXrZBBfo8N6CNSmSVHJ1KDuabuG_ADlnbiO9l89_VQ8QNlWpY7B5jf7o9V0X3S9kRySEkT-K/s400/soulmate4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367346282957784866" /></a>Idealists seek "soulmates," while Rationals seek "mindmates."* The Idealist soulmate connection is based on a deep spiritual bond, the search for wholeness, and the merging of two individuals. In contrast, the Rational mindmate connection is based on shared interests, the search for truth, and the connection of two independent individuals. For an Idealist, the bond "is" and always will be, because both partners choose it to "be." For a Rational, the connection is only as real as it is objectively present at any given moment. So, for an Idealist the bond is formed at the start. Subsequent positive interactions simply reinforce that they are soulmates, and negative interactions are brushed off as the imperfection of human nature. Whereas, a Rational uses objective observation to determine whether a relationship achieves mindmate status, and subsequent interactions may reinforce or nullify the bond (clearly they allow for everyday rubs, but the overall belief in the bond is more transient.) <br /><br />So, what happens when an Idealist and a Rational come together?<br /><br />This is where things get interesting. They have a common preference for abstract language, so communication feels easy. So easy in fact, that I propose that (thanks to self centered thinking) the Idealist believes that he/she has found another Idealist who is remarkably grounded and has figured out how to translate visions into reality (in other words, a super Idealist!) And the Rational believes that he/she has found another Rational who has mastered the uncomfortable realm of emotion (in other words, a super Rational). Interestingly, I found a theory online called the "Grand Miscommunication Theory" (by IgaNoKami). He rather succinctly sums it up as thus (I changed his terminology to match "Rational" and "Idealist"):<br /><blockquote><em>It is my theory that within the relationship between the (Rational) and the (Idealist), there is a grand accident that lends itself to compatibility between the two types.<br /><br />The (Rational) is most happy when allowed to rationally examine, explore, and explain his motivations and self-analysis and observation to an intimate partner. This is simply because the (Rational) loves self exploration, loves to gather knowledge and insight into his own actions, not for the sake of emotional discovery, simply out of a sense of curiosity and need to analyze and collect data.<br /><br />The (Rational) unemotionally and detachedly explains why he or she thinks in a certain way - that is what (Rational)s are best at, observation, particularly of themselves - and the (Idealist) then thinks that they are opening up to them, and becomes moved and emotionally attached to the (Rational). The (Rational) sees that their observations are being received and interesting to the (Idealist), so they continue. <br /><br />A fascinating relationship between two types. A relationship of total mutual miscommunication, the motivations are completely different, but with a reinforcing result. The (Rational) feels the closeness and intimacy of being able to share their scientific self-analysis, and the (Idealist) feels that the (Rational) is sharing their innermost thoughts, feelings, and emotions, and so the cycle of miscommunication keeps them locked together in a positively reenforcing relationship.</em></blockquote>And neither is the wiser until the Idealist becomes confused by the Rational's focus on achievement, and the Rational feels uncomfortable with the Idealist's focus on connection. It is then that the two must recognize and accept that their basic fuel for a relationship is different, and that the other will never truly fulfill the concept of mate that each values. In other words, the Idealist is not a mindmate and the Rational is not a soulmate.<br /><br />So, does that mean we should mate with someone of our own temperament? Not necessarily. Most often, it is our differences that attract us to another. For good reason. Each personality type has strengths and weaknesses. One's strengths can complement the other's weakness. It is easy to see how "self" centered thinking would lead to confusion and misunderstanding between the two mates. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0HWAv2ywXLr4JePu2HOvWCDb1O0kSs9IiAaIRQC8lZFtOJ5-HTlv6IlhoWd8R0BnPeRO8IONBCSEJTkiZobCtR3Z4HLOeKElMEneRfkmZALCEWb4Qlxt050EK704oAuxk4DYs8CVkCupN/s1600-h/marriage.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0HWAv2ywXLr4JePu2HOvWCDb1O0kSs9IiAaIRQC8lZFtOJ5-HTlv6IlhoWd8R0BnPeRO8IONBCSEJTkiZobCtR3Z4HLOeKElMEneRfkmZALCEWb4Qlxt050EK704oAuxk4DYs8CVkCupN/s320/marriage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368468955358991634" /></a>Some lucky couples do find an amazingly compatible mate to share their life with. But for the majority of us, once the romantic love phase of a new relationship fades, we start to experience rubs. And then we start launching our own Pygmalion Projects, each attempting to reform the other into a person more like ourself. Since, naturally, we all believe that our aim in life is the most valuable for everybody. But, as Keirsey points out, others cannot adopt our goals without violating their own character. The key to success, I believe, is maturity, a willingness to learn how others think, and a willingness to embrace others' values as equally valid as our own.<br /><br />Personality theory experts tell us that any type pairing can be successful. Certainly, any two mature, well adjusted adults can learn to meet each others' needs and make a marriage work. But interestingly, studies have shown that there is a pattern to mating. Keirsey spent 40 years "people watching," and he has documented clear patterns in mating. By far, the most common marriage is between an Artisan and a Guardian. Not surprising, given that Artisans (SPs) and Guardians (SJs) comprise 85% of the population (according to Keirsey). And, though it's difficult for the relatively rare Rationals (NTs) and Idealists (NFs) to find each other, there is a significant frequency of Rational-Idealist marriages. I won't get into the explanation here, but Keirsey has a clear theory about why these pairings occur. It has to do with the preference for abstract vs. concrete use of language (N vs. S), and the preference for using tools in a cooperative manner to pursue goals (SJs and NFs) vs. using tools in a utilitarian (or most effective) manner to pursue goals (SPs and NTs.) <br /><br />So whether your spouse is an Artisan searching for a playmate, a Guardian searching for a helpmate, an Idealist searching for a soulmate, or a Rational searching for a mindmate, any pairing can be successful. 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They fascinate me. Each has it's own personality or vibe (in my mind, anyway.) For example, I've always loved 3 and 7-- they are the most magical numbers. And my favorite number when I was a child was 8. Because it is so symmetrical, so balanced. (Not to mention how cool it is that if you lay it on it's side it is infinity!)<br /><br />But this morning I was reflecting on the significance of 4. I don't remember ever being "taken with" 4. It just had a vibe of solid integrity. Nothing flashy or magical. So I surprised myself as my intuiting led me to some interesting observations about 4. No wonder 4 always felt simply solid-- it is solid. Four creates a base, a square. And each part of the four is necessary for the integrity of the foundation. Take one away and you are left with 3-- a triangle. Triangles are mighty tricky to keep balanced. (Precisely why 3 is so exciting...it's dynamic!) <br /><br />Anyway, to continue on my dissertation of 4, I (naturally) began thinking of all the 4's I know. There are four elements, four seasons, four Hogwarts houses (you knew I'd go there), four Beatles(!), four temperaments, and... (drumroll)... four cognitive functions in personality theory. Yes! There's the connection! Perhaps because we have four basic ways of thinking, we find four is the number necessary for balance. Now, let me try to put my intuition into words.<br /><br />The four cognitive functions are thinking, feeling, sensing, and intuiting. We each have a dominant-- our strength. Personality experts tell us that we should not strive to achieve balance by improving our skills in the three non-dominant functions to a level that equals our dominant, because that would leave us without a strength, or a core personality. But, (here's where my love of finding evolutionary connections comes in) to survive as a group, we need the strengths that each cognitive function offers. Perhaps this is why we have evolved different personality types. To ensure that among the group there are some gifted in Thinking, some gifted in Feeling, and others gifted in Sensing and Intuiting. We need specialists. So that when we put those four cognitive strengths together, we have a solid base. <br /><br />I can see how, as an Idealist, I need to have input from a Rational to keep my visions realistic and logical, otherwise my visions will never have purpose or be useful to others. I need a Guardian to ground me in priorities and integrity, otherwise I can place too much selfish importance in my desires. And, I need an Artisan to remind me that it's important to experience joy from the carefree, playful aspects of life, otherwise my life will become too serious and heavy. A world of Idealists would feel wonderful to me, but it would be a very weak community, indeed!<br /><br />Personality theory expert Lenore Thomson says, "fourfold schemes in popular culture…seem archetypally perfect and become part of our social mythology. They appear to represent psychological wholeness in ways that we intuitively recognize." She pointed out that the Beatles are comprised of representatives of each of the four functions: John is the acerbic Thinker, George is the mystical Intuitive, Paul is the romantic Feeler, and Ringo is the earthy Sensation type. And I can find the same balance in the four Hogwarts houses: the Idealist Gryffindors, the Rational Ravenclaws, the Guardian Hufflepuffs, and the Artisan Slytherins. Perhaps this is why these pop culture phenomenon have such global appeal. Everyone can relate to one of the four. And all four pieces are necessary for a balanced whole.<br /><br />My dominant intuitive function is humming happily today...<br /><br />(But, with no disregard to 4, I still love my favorite warm, yellow, soulful 7 over there....)<br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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Several of the aides rolled their eyes and sniggered as my trainer said to them, "Oh come on, she's a very nice lady…. She just likes things done her way."<br /><br />Elizabeth sat in her nightgown, one arm in a sling and her eyebrow raised as we entered one of only four private rooms in the nursing home.<br /><br />"Good morning!" chirped my trainer.<br /><br />"You're late," stated Elizabeth, but I noted a bit of a mischievous glint in her eyes.<br /><br />I soon learned that Elizabeth expected help to walk to the closet, using her four-point cane, so that she could choose which silk blouse she'd like to wear with the dark slacks that filled her closet. She also had a particular order in which she liked her sponge bath to proceed. And the entire process took at least 30 minutes, a queen's ration of the 2 ½ hours that we had to wash and dress the 12 residents on our assignment. When finished, she sat in her wheelchair with a straight back, blotting her bright red lipstick and patting her coif into place. She smiled at me.<br /><br />"You'll do fine, she likes you," my trainer remarked as we swept from the room.<br /><br />Elizabeth had more grace and dignity than any other resident I had ever met in my career. Though the aides joked and called her "the queen mum," I detected a friendly undercurrent. They simultaneously hated answering Elizabeth's call bell and loved receiving her approval.<br /><br />As months passed, I grew closer to Elizabeth. She warmed to me quickly when she discovered that I had graduated from the same college as her son. And she appreciated my gentle touch, when other aides were a bit gruffer (which was necessary with some residents-- much like the difference between a strict, but fair teacher and a warm, gentle teacher.)<br /><br />Elizabeth's stroke had left her with right-sided hemiparesis: weakness in her right side. She wore a special shoe with a brace which was difficult to put on. It required massaging her foot and ankle to relax the abnormally high muscle tone in order to slip her foot into the shoe. Many of the aides got frustrated. It soon became known that a few of us were more adept at donning the shoe. So whenever possible, we'd be called in to help. When I was called in, Elizabeth would give me the "thank goodness it's you" look along with a scowling grimace and a fake bop on the head of the aide who was kneeling in front of her, intent on stuffing her foot into the shoe. I'd smile and take over.<br /><br />But the real gem underneath the dignified exterior was revealed when one of my co-workers (my best friend at that job) began teasing Elizabeth. Her sense of humor reluctantly emerged as she felt more at ease with us. <br /><br />One day, the aide who trained me, my best friend, and I were in Elizabeth's room. The trainer was telling us the story of how she thought her vacuum was broken. <br /><br />"I attached the hose, you know, and it wouldn't suck! It would only blow, not suck!" <br /><br />Elizabeth burst into laughter along with my friend and I, as a look of embarrassed surprise came over the trainer's face.<br /><br />"Oh! I didn't mean it to sound that way," she exclaimed as she giggled. But Elizabeth just waved her off and laughed heartily.<br /><br />And then there was the day that Elizabeth called my friend and I into her room, blushing and insisting that we close the door. She had a book in front of her, she'd been reading a romance. <br /> <br />"I have a question for you. What exactly is…" she paused with a nervous smile, then whispered, "oral sex, you know, for the woman?"<br /><br />My friend, who thankfully was embarrassed by nothing, explained.<br /><br />"You mean… the man… does that... <i>there</i>?"<br /><br />She had a horrified look for a moment, then, "Oh… oh!" And she smiled, causing my friend and I to giggle like teenagers at a sleepover.<br /><br />Elizabeth taught me that day that it doesn't matter what time period we live in, how sophisticated we try to be, or how old we are… we are all human. All the same. These withered, weakened bodies who had lived through world wars, gender inequality, and a culture that held family values higher than any generation since, were just like me. There was no reason to feel fear or shy when helping them with basic daily tasks. I could be in that wheelchair one day. And I wouldn't want to be treated like a mothball ridden relic either.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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<img height="0" width="0" src=http://c.statcounter.com/4018995/0/79c873a7/0/></div>Ainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072625157925960817.post-29845945985461241112009-04-24T21:00:00.004-04:002009-04-24T21:13:38.683-04:00Finding a Home in Nursing Homes<blockquote><em><span style="font-size:75%;">The summer I turned 19, with aspirations of becoming a physician, I landed a summer job in a nursing home. I was a Nurse's Aide. Back then, there was no licensure or educational requirements. It was all on-the-job-training. And what training it was! (Especially for a teenaged girl…I'll share more about that later!) After college, I again worked as a Nurse's Aide to gather more hands-on experience before entering graduate school for Occupational Therapy (OT) . Finally, I began my OT career specializing in geriatric rehab. Since I have many stories and experiences to share, this will be an ongoing blog series.</span></em></blockquote><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_tPxoafBLv_Q7_-KRkYBMm39I2RvKnQhY2uS4z6R6yuzjT4NUmMiKCpYWrELqzILqiORVQwFFUTtwNviqq2nkdr1wYqwQ8ZAiw-BGFVjcRkFA3qTBB2bnVWBppxPzYU26Dv1d6RWBuSu/s1600-h/wheelchairs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF_tPxoafBLv_Q7_-KRkYBMm39I2RvKnQhY2uS4z6R6yuzjT4NUmMiKCpYWrELqzILqiORVQwFFUTtwNviqq2nkdr1wYqwQ8ZAiw-BGFVjcRkFA3qTBB2bnVWBppxPzYU26Dv1d6RWBuSu/s400/wheelchairs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328380057425660066" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:65%;"><div align="right"><em>Photo found on Flickr</em></div></span><br /><strong>The Experience</strong><br /><br />Many people shudder at the thought of nursing homes. They conjure sad images of frail people waiting to die and cold, sparsely decorated rooms. Reality often validates these impressions. But only on the surface. <br /><br />Nursing homes assault your senses. The smell of cleaning products mixed with body fluids. The sight of people napping in wheelchairs. The sound of pain, confusion, and croaks for help. (Once a woman with a stroke-damaged smile pointed and shouted to me, "There! Do you see it?! A lemming!")<br /><br />However, the hushed, depressive atmosphere and the sense that you are in a place between worlds are false. In truth, nursing homes are much more warm and familiar, fun and alive, and surprisingly comfortable. A visitor can't experience those depths. Let me take you inside. <br /><br />In a way, working in a nursing home is like caring for 15 infants and toddlers at once. You scramble to:<br /><br /><ul><li>Wipe noses and wash hands.</li><br /><li>Help them stand at the sink to wash and dress.</li><br /><li>Soothe one crying in the corner while catching one trying to escape out the door.</li><br /><li>Mediate squabbles.</li><br /><li>Help people use the toilet (and wipe).</li></ul>At mealtime, there are drink boxes to open, food to cut, and fork-fuls to be fed. And there's diapers! You feel like you are constantly changing diapers. Not to mention, there's always the threat that you'll discover the source of the unseemly odor too late, only to find an artist fingerpainting with poop. Naptime seems like a break, but you've got to make sure that each one has what they require to sleep.<br /> <br />But despite the work, most of my days ended with a smile and a warm heart. Why? Because working with adult-sized people is about more than meeting their physical needs. Each one has a lifetime to share and lessons to teach. History lessons (I've met several folks who were born in the 19th century!). Cultural lessons. And plenty of psychology. <br /><br />A nursing home is a <em>home</em>-- an extended family. And nothing is warmer than that. <br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Elizabeth</strong><br /><br />One of my beloved "grandmothers" called me into her room one day. Elizabeth knew I was engaged, and had even met Jason once. She gave me a piercing look, set her lips firmly, and declared "You must have something blue with you when you marry." Then she handed me the embroidered handkerchief pictured below.<br /> <br />Months later she suffered a second stroke. The charge nurse phoned me on my day off to let me know that it was "time". I sat with her for several hours, the other aides joined me when they could spare a few minutes. She quietly slipped away later that night. <br /><br />And I proudly carried "something blue" down the aisle six months later.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JHUO9B1ABZYhHidiHkZaxTOpu8gixtPA0-CYCcTmPJgeE3uKkWNnSzHUijmSh8oHP55srZCwi0GEtZLPX-PN2Hs2liWarU7TZTXLJg9zh28CgHyBbv_u685L0o6vuhAyURMijm9qfWoV/s1600-h/something+blue.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JHUO9B1ABZYhHidiHkZaxTOpu8gixtPA0-CYCcTmPJgeE3uKkWNnSzHUijmSh8oHP55srZCwi0GEtZLPX-PN2Hs2liWarU7TZTXLJg9zh28CgHyBbv_u685L0o6vuhAyURMijm9qfWoV/s320/something+blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328389221936971058" /></a><br /><br />Next time, I'll tell you about another time Elizabeth called me into her room....<br />:)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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It is the Achilles' heel of even the most heroic consciousness…." Carl Jung, 1959</blockquote></em><br />Time for another personality post! I've been reading more about inferior functions and how stress is expressed in each type. So I thought I'd share!<br /><br />If you need a refresher, read the <a href="http://aine-lifeisbeautiful.blogspot.com/2008/09/basics-of-type-theory.html">Basics of Type Theory </a>first. If you already know your type, you can determine your hierarchy of functions there. <br /><br /><em>Balance</em> has a unique meaning in type theory. At first glance, you may think that a balanced personality is one that has developed equal competence in all functions. This would result in no clear preferences. Essentially, you would be typeless. But that's not how the human brain develops and functions. <br /><br />Balance means we develop our inferior function (the 4th function) sufficiently to keep our dominant function from becoming overbearing, over-expressed, and running amok. It's healthy to develop the inferior function to achieve this balance. But no matter how balanced we are, or how skilled we are at using that inferior function, it can also cause trouble, because it remains our least comfortable, least controlled function.<br /><br />What kind of trouble? Know how you can act out of character when under stress, feeling tired, or ill? When you have a day when you don't recognize yourself? In type theory it's called "being in the grip." And in type terms, it is the eruption of your inferior function. When we are in the grip of our inferior function we experience tunnel vision (become too focused or narrow-minded), lose our sense of humor, and make "all-or-none" statements.<br /><br />Each inferior function has different triggers or stressors that lead to a grip experience, behaviors that characterize the grip experience, and ways to return to equilibrium. Because of their make up, INFJs and INTJs can be especially stressed when they are forced to focus on details, to face unexpected events, or to be more extraverted. Their inferior function, extraverted sensing (Se), unconsciously comes forward. Their "grip experience" causes them to focus obsessively on external data, to overindulge in sensual pleasure, or to take an adversarial attitude toward the external world. To return to equilibrium, they may need time alone to recharge, to lighten their normal schedule, or to be free from others giving advice or suggestions.<br /><br />So, as an INFJ (and I can attest to the truth of this) I can get stressed when plans change at the last minute, causing me to pick a fight with Jason, which resolves only after I've had some alone time. :) Or, after spending all day shopping with my extraverted mother-in-law, I just need to sit and eat chocolate, and put off the laundry and vacuuming until the next day (yeah-- that sounds right!)<br /><br />If you want to know your inferior function, triggers, form of the grip experience, and how to get back to equilibrium, tell me your type in the comments. Let's see how accurate this theory is!<br />:)<br /><br /><br />I also want to wish all those who celebrate it, HAPPY EASTER!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJPutEyUQO9uT_fsA9B6p0Km0wYElcRLdUVW17ZDxWnyxXqKbQhJ32U5C4UqaJN53_bZh8FsCAPFt2mAZYh6Q-6tyhx7AZER3BWpdj6Zt-F4XnnQLL6-gKOzRl4KL71D968UkHsBHRWNxm/s1600-h/Easter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJPutEyUQO9uT_fsA9B6p0Km0wYElcRLdUVW17ZDxWnyxXqKbQhJ32U5C4UqaJN53_bZh8FsCAPFt2mAZYh6Q-6tyhx7AZER3BWpdj6Zt-F4XnnQLL6-gKOzRl4KL71D968UkHsBHRWNxm/s320/Easter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323441983555253122" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-S67irGZjFjVmxFyV6Rlz68yP7fMi_ufWPuf1o7OcqgtpxuQoPF81lZsFy4zP_4zTSpacv0tSvdOLeH8Us0Cbqx2MTfwWmIoDT3Jzrt_-dF278-wCupPMH1ZH7WdD0TdpijP3-fMbVk_/s1600-h/Easter2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-S67irGZjFjVmxFyV6Rlz68yP7fMi_ufWPuf1o7OcqgtpxuQoPF81lZsFy4zP_4zTSpacv0tSvdOLeH8Us0Cbqx2MTfwWmIoDT3Jzrt_-dF278-wCupPMH1ZH7WdD0TdpijP3-fMbVk_/s200/Easter2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323442297707032994" /></a>Hope your holiday is hopping! (Follow the little ones, they know where the best eggs are!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em>(back to <a href="http://aine-lifeisbeautiful.blogspot.com/2009/02/communication-personality-talk-part-7.html">part 7</a>)</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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<img height="0" width="0" src=http://c.statcounter.com/4018995/0/79c873a7/0/></div>Ainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072625157925960817.post-81666237710711521252009-03-24T20:50:00.002-04:002009-03-24T21:53:23.963-04:00Aine Revealed (part 1)Aniket has challenged us to reveal ourselves (though I blame Jason for throwing down the gauntlet-- just had to show some skin, didn't ya, dear?). Aniket has complained that he's seen my <a href="http://clarityofnight.blogspot.com/2009/01/ascension-short-fiction-contest_05.html">legs</a> and <a href="http://clarityofnight.blogspot.com/2009/03/finger-part-1.html">finger</a>, but not the parts in between. Well-- here I am. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2RjbVrHJEupHiP7ytnJj6QNDj-sKVCAbt2e0hsrCZfytnSucPgWgKdgsUZukmtW7yeQEvbKfinYn4cOviKeqx8M4A6SSxqZ-GOP4STZVVabkKsSAR3K_AM5F24tMs_VAn2zRqyh8lMKOU/s1600-h/Norma.12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2RjbVrHJEupHiP7ytnJj6QNDj-sKVCAbt2e0hsrCZfytnSucPgWgKdgsUZukmtW7yeQEvbKfinYn4cOviKeqx8M4A6SSxqZ-GOP4STZVVabkKsSAR3K_AM5F24tMs_VAn2zRqyh8lMKOU/s320/Norma.12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316839215758550626" /></a><br /><br />My parents used this photo for their Christmas card for my first Christmas. That's me-- the New Year Baby (we were 6 months old). Thanks for dressing me for the occasion, Mom! My brother was so roly-poly that they had to lean him against me to keep him upright.<br /><br />And, here's another glimpse. I was 8. And had just experienced my first fishing trip. Notice the bountiful catch. That's unheard of in the back bays of New Jersey these days (so sad...). <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusPFUlY0oE2Fk6DBXKbTEsGqqUYrVgnG3MnMNhOseNQpoDyQssHPSaMQXVMSb69yw3pIxfsolg_fyROcS8xd7SEt0hmWI5Qxb6BovvnxYw6efM-xv580RNAhp5GB8yiLkW2j8C2faPR9A/s1600-h/Norma.2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusPFUlY0oE2Fk6DBXKbTEsGqqUYrVgnG3MnMNhOseNQpoDyQssHPSaMQXVMSb69yw3pIxfsolg_fyROcS8xd7SEt0hmWI5Qxb6BovvnxYw6efM-xv580RNAhp5GB8yiLkW2j8C2faPR9A/s320/Norma.2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316919644946403362" /></a><br /><br />That's enough for part one. Tune in next time for a teenaged version of Aine as we work up to the present.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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<img height="0" width="0" src=http://c.statcounter.com/4018995/0/79c873a7/0/></div>Ainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08402176500997528105noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9072625157925960817.post-7813260128899920032009-03-17T10:15:00.002-04:002009-03-18T09:06:11.780-04:00Life is Beautiful-- and Wonderful!I found <em>the</em> song! The song that captures my mantra. Sure he changed "beautiful" to "wonderful", but he didn't want to steal my phrase... ;)<br /><br />Each lyric is full of meaning yet simple. As is life. We need to cherish all experiences, the positive and the negative, because "it takes the one to have the other."<br /><br />So, without further ado, here is the <em>wonderful</em> live recording of Life is Wonderful by Jason Mraz:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IkXcNiWFB28&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IkXcNiWFB28&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><em><blockquote>It takes a crane to build a crane<br />It takes two floors to make a story<br />It takes an egg to make a hen<br />It takes a hen to make an egg<br />There is no end to what I'm saying<br /><br />It takes a thought to make a word<br />And it takes some words to make an action<br />It takes some work to make it work<br />It takes some good to make it hurt<br />It takes some bad for satisfaction<br /><br />La la la la la la la life is wonderful<br />Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle<br />Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful<br />Al la la la la<br /><br />It takes a night to make it dawn<br />And it takes a day to make you yawn brother<br />And it takes some old to make you young<br />It takes some cold to know the sun<br />It takes the one to have the other<br /><br />And it takes no time to fall in love<br />But it takes you years to know what love is<br />It takes some fears to make you trust<br />It takes those tears to make it rust<br />It takes the dust to have it polished<br /><br />(Chorus)<br /><br />It takes some silence to make sound<br />It takes a loss before you found it<br />And it takes a road to go nowhere<br />It takes a toll to make you care<br />It takes a hole to make a mountain<br /><br />(Chorus)</blockquote></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><p></p>
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