The Freezer

From what I have been learning, it seems a vast array of cultural conditioning teaches many (unless you undo the conditioning) to function emotionally as a freezer. Our vulnerability, our creative ideas, our grief, our pain, our unencumbered joy, and our truer selves are frozen inside us, locked in without a chance to thaw out, be seen, and be experienced.

The reasons are real and difficult. (We should be nicer to ourselves anyway.) It is hard to be seen. Loss is a massive and repeating pattern in human lives. As is love, but that´s not the point here. We put ourselves out there and we can be laid out to dry even when it is no one´s specific intention. I know.

That said, walking around the world frozen doesn´t suit me. For all of our potential and possibility, it can be such a struggle to articulate what we want, what we are afraid of, emotions we are not proud of, and overall untidy life experiences. The desire to have things roll off our toungues in an accounted for and post digested manner makes it feel tidier. It takes the edge off. But this is not how experience works. Experienced requires experiencing, and I think what is more important is to recognize the whole mess or lives than only the highlights.

I invite myself, first of all to come out of the freezer and start thawing out. What I have noticed is when I do this, I also invite the scariness, mystery and mysticism in too. I invite the hurt and the real possibility of disappointment. I also invite in the new, the fresh, the healing, and the genuineness of my own self. I offer this as a scary yet worthwhile recommendation.