Communication with 'inner child'
I have never been so much able to deal with the 'inner child'. I suppose I do not have faith in his continued existence. I suppose I am a 'bad parent' myself, not taking care of him and his needs. If he has attempted to communicate with me at all, I have been deaf of it, ignoring it as much as I have ignored dealing with issues all this time.
I have a friend who attended retreat recently, and was telling me some of his experience there, including being able to communicate some with his 'inner child'. It was remarkable to me, what he was saying, how he say it was. I think hearing of his good experience with it, it made me wish to try it also.
Another friend of here, he mention to try art, or something of expression, in means to communicate within myself. Well, I do not do that, I do not have the talent (or patience) for that.
But still, I decide to try something today. I have a CD in my car, I had listened to it some the last week, and there is this song on it, it is so haunting and beautiful. It is instrumental, is actually folk song from Latvia. It begins with this odd melody, like music from children's toy or music box. That melody continues through song, even with additional music and instruments, like the hidden child in a crowded room of adults.
So I go to work with one of my students today, he had a very good session. When there was break, and some free ice time when there were no other students, I put on this CD, this music, and just started to skate, to improvisate moves that just seemed to go with music. It was program I had never concieved of before, but at same time, it seemed familiar. Half way through of it, I began crying. At end, I just sat on ice and cried, total. Not out of anger, or hurt, or frustration, or panic, like is usual. It was actual cry for myself, for my loss. I do not know that I had done that before. My student cried, several other people, just at seeing it all coming together so rightly.
I believe there was communication with my inner child. I do not know that I was giving this to him, or if he were giving it to me. But perhaps we break through the wall some.
Thank you to read this. Feeling rather odd tonight, even after productive day.
leosha
I have a friend who attended retreat recently, and was telling me some of his experience there, including being able to communicate some with his 'inner child'. It was remarkable to me, what he was saying, how he say it was. I think hearing of his good experience with it, it made me wish to try it also.
Another friend of here, he mention to try art, or something of expression, in means to communicate within myself. Well, I do not do that, I do not have the talent (or patience) for that.
But still, I decide to try something today. I have a CD in my car, I had listened to it some the last week, and there is this song on it, it is so haunting and beautiful. It is instrumental, is actually folk song from Latvia. It begins with this odd melody, like music from children's toy or music box. That melody continues through song, even with additional music and instruments, like the hidden child in a crowded room of adults.
So I go to work with one of my students today, he had a very good session. When there was break, and some free ice time when there were no other students, I put on this CD, this music, and just started to skate, to improvisate moves that just seemed to go with music. It was program I had never concieved of before, but at same time, it seemed familiar. Half way through of it, I began crying. At end, I just sat on ice and cried, total. Not out of anger, or hurt, or frustration, or panic, like is usual. It was actual cry for myself, for my loss. I do not know that I had done that before. My student cried, several other people, just at seeing it all coming together so rightly.
I believe there was communication with my inner child. I do not know that I was giving this to him, or if he were giving it to me. But perhaps we break through the wall some.
Thank you to read this. Feeling rather odd tonight, even after productive day.
leosha
