Soul-Neshama [Leaning into her]
The more the ‘issue’ grips us, the more …
Brisbane, 2009
Our brain is plastic, in the neuroscientific sense of the word
‘plastic’, meaning it has the ability to change, to adapt, to learn
new response patterns.
It is never too late to attempt enduring changes in the way we
perceive, in the way we think, in the way we respond. The saying,
‘You can’t teach an old dog new tricks’ only applies to elderly dogs.
It never applies to us, humans.
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Truth is, we can always identify our emotional risk factors, our
triggers, our weak spots. Accordingly, we can build up cognitive
coherence and cognitive reserve through the awareness of our
heart/brain connection. That, in turn, can be strengthened by an
ongoing challenge to the ego-persona to step up, to be curious,
to engage in lateral thinking that will help it cope better with
disappointment, frustrations and failures.
Why not coin a name for that positive mindset and call it Heart
Stimulation Therapy?
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For those of us not particularly prone to tantrums and over-
reactive, destructive behaviour, the main hurdle to changing
behaviour and reduce the risk of ‘heart failure’ destabilising our
body’s systems, is the unavoidable lapse of time between what
we wish to set up and not knowing whether it will bear rewards in
an elusive, unpredictable future.
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Reality check: our mind is not built for delayed gratification and
even less when the objective is intangible and unquantifiable.
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Now that I think of it, when it comes to our search for
contentment in the fullness of time, the difficulty we have to
sacrifice today for gains later is similar to the challenge people
face in their 40s and 60s to alter their lifestyle in the hope of
reducing risk factors that might lead to dementia in their older
age.
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Actually, it is the same resistance to delayed gratification that
bars us, citizens of the world, politicians, economists and
scientists worldwide from the will to concentrate -while we still
have a narrow window of opportunity – on overhauling the world
systems in every way and in every moment to forestall the
massive climate catastrophe predicted, at the latest, for 2050.
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It is generally accepted that natural disasters of ever-growing
magnitudes are highly likely in the near future. We understand
that there will be more famine in vulnerable parts of the world –
more and higher rises in sea levels – and, therefore, more
displaced persons and an ever-greater influx of refugees.
But there are more urgent needs and problems in our homes and
in our streets to tend to today, for an immediate tomorrow.
More pressing than thinking about what of our comfort and
lifestyle we are willing to sacrifice. More urgent than transitioning
grass-grazing livestock to grain-only diets.
More urgent than reducing food and clothing waste.
More compelling than working out the logistics of reforesting
massive regions to bring down the level of carbon dioxide in the
air.
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So, basically, whether we are talking about attempting to
ultimately bypass dementia and heart ceasures, controlling the
planet’s temperature if only to ensure human survival or finding
our emotional core, the window of opportunity for action is
getting smaller with every passing day.
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Sometimes, the notion of cause and effect is totally lost on us.
The impetus for substantive practices keeps eluding us in
exchange for the more immediate gratification of short-term
strategies that often yield limited, long-term gains.
It is easier, at least in the short term, to shrug and say, ‘I’m human
after all. There’s only so much I can do. There’s only so much I can
take. There’s only so much effort I can invest in this thing.’
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The best way, probably the only way, to raise our emotional
responses and, therefore, our happiness quotient, is to forget all
about doing it mind-over-matter which is akin to attempting to
crush a rubber ball with a hammer. Unfailingly, it either bounces
back or rolls away from under the hammer.
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Instead, we can develop a practice of calm surrender – an
exercise of faith in Soul. Leaning into her is an active process –
truly one of mind over physical, 3-D matter. It means bypassing
the default reflex to anticipate everyone’s next move – or the
elusive future in general – through either a negative or positive
bias. It means living in healthy, calculated, conscious detachment
almost as per the old song, Que Sera, Sera/Whatever Will Be Will
Be, the song of The Doris Day Show, the famous sitcom of the
’60s. Oh, to be a little puffy cloud unaware of itself, drifting
weightlessly beneath a soft blue sky!
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Mind-meandering back to the analogy made in the previous
section and to my resolution to always show up as the best
version of myself, most difficult when interacting with my mother,
like a climber intent on summiting Mt Everest, I knew I had to be
steadfast.
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No – Thinking that, at some point, my ageing mother would be
moved to become an active agent in the repairing of our
relationship was never a likely option. Not then, not now.
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If I was to succeed in my quest, I had to give up the childish
expectation that, despite her entrenched narcissistic personality,
she would, one day, be moved to demonstrate her motherly love
through gentle words and caring actions.
Equally, I had to preserve my original intention to keep the door
open between us – the first step towards rehabilitating us into a
healthier closeness. And so, to use as a metaphor a strategy
favoured by high altitude trekkers in anticipation of altitude-dry air
causing the sort of violent coughing that leads to broken ribs, I
strapped my chest as tightly as with a tourniquet and got back on
the trail.
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To make any progress, I had to manage the next step and the one
after that through resilience – without looking back or down. Even
without looking up the track at the risk of being distracted by ‘all’
the obstacles imagined along the way.
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Bottom line: in the absence of siblings, of children and
grandchildren, of relatives and [on my mother’s side] the lack of
friends who might otherwise step in as moderators, she and I
remained karmically isolated from any comforting, objective or
realigning third-party opinions. Except, that is, for the selfless
support provided by Myahr, my then new partner – now my
partner of 22 years.
When I first bumped into Myahr in my new place of work, she had
already been in charge of an extensive department for several
years. At the time, I only thought in terms of a ‘lucky’ encounter.
When we decided to move in together, I thought, sure why not. It
is only later, much later that I understood that, in fact, the stars
had aligned, as the expression goes, to put us together.
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Of course, our ‘chance’ coming together had nothing to do with
chance and everything to do with karmic destiny.
How to think otherwise, when I can’t begin to imagine how any
other thoughtful and caring person, well-respected by colleagues
and peers alike would, as an adult already in her forties, try to
overlook my mother’s unwarranted, acerbic and ungrateful
remarks, in order to support me in my quest.
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Though not particularly interested in spirituality or conscious
evolution, Myahr ‘got’ the importance I placed in reaching my
objective – keeping afloat my daughter/mother relationship.
Selflessly, she gave me unwavering support and solace – which
meant going far beyond developing a thick skin, which she initially
had to do, and in a hurry.
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More importantly, her selflessness meant developing an
expanded heart that would enable her to process healthily, with
minimal resentment what came to pass again and again – and to
always show up as the best version of the character she had been
karmically enrolled to play in this lifetime.
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Instead of trying to manage the overwhelming amount of stress
by resisting it and by arguing about it, our chances for success
improved drastically once we chose to clarify together the energy
thrust upon us by the trauma.
If it is true that we cannot go back to change the beginning of any
situation, it is equally true that, at any point, we can co-create the
end differently, and Myarh has been my essential offsider in this
process.
Soul - Neshama
[Leaning Into Her]