Self-soothing and differentiation

 

Blog sunshineI am an intuitive and sensitive person by nature.  It can be a positive ability to be able to sense others’ emotions and moods.  But what we do with that energy is what I want to talk about here.  There was a time in my life when I would absorb anyone’s moods and become unsettled and anxious if they weren’t calm or happy.

The examples are plentiful.  That coworker who wouldn’t speak to me and refused to tell me why, thus causing me to walk on eggshells every time I was around her and to think of nothing else but what I could have done to so upset her.  Not only was it unhelpful to absorb all this negative energy, but it was self-centered and a sign that I myself was off balance.  The boss who was in a bad mood for reasons probably completely unrelated to work, but making me anxious and fearful nonetheless.  Even my husband, whose work stress often comes out in his tone of voice.  I used to easily let this change my own mood.  Basically, I could never relax (unless I was alone) because my sense of stability always depended on something/someone external.

It dawned on me while reading about this in a marriage book that I am currently able to self-soothe.  Something has radically shifted and I didn’t even realize it! David Schnarch, in his book Passionate Marriage: Keeping Love and Intimacy Alive in Committed Relationships, describes self-soothing as “the ability to meet two core challenges of selfhood: (a) not losing yourself to the pressures and demands of others, and (b) developing your capacity for self-centering (stabilizing our own emotions and fears).”

macro flowerSchnarch writes that “self-soothing involves turning inward and accessing your own resources to regain your emotional balance.” In guiding couples in overcoming emotional blocks, he highlights how “connection with your partner requires solid connection with yourself.”   If those earlier situations were to arise now, I think I would handle them differently.  I can separate myself from a friend’s emotion and wait (maybe not entirely calmly but at least realizing that the ball is entirely in her court and the upset is all her own) until she can communicate with me more effectively and we can resolve the situation.  I can separate myself from that boss, allowing her to have her bad mood and myself to remain unfazed.  And every day, I interact with my husband without (mostly) getting pulled into his stress.  I am more productive, more of a friend, and stronger as a person with this ability to remain on my own two feet.

How did this change come about? Schnarch suggests that “going through – not around – crises often triggers differentiation.” The key to interdependence is that it’s only safe to focus on your partner when you have an unshakable center within yourself.  I think it must be parenthood that has finally caused this change within me.  I simply wouldn’t have made it through if I’d been swayed by every emotion my toddler exhibited in a day! Somewhere along the journey, I learned to quiet myself and to stand strong, to be that calm presence for my daughter.    In being able to do so, every other relationship I have is more of an asset to me.

What a realization! Feel free to share in the comments how you absorb or reflect others’ emotions.

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Photo Friday: an oldie but a goodie

Clover and dropletI really love this photo so I’m hoping you won’t mind that I’m posting it again.  There are too many things on my to-do list and not enough time… what else is new?

Have a wonderful weekend, friends.  Thank you for being here!

 

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The heart we share with ourselves

Christie Tomlinson art journaling“A woman has three hearts… one that she shares with the world, one that she shares with her family, and one that she shares only with herself.”  It’s an old Chinese proverb.  I’m taking Christy Tomlinson‘s She Had Three Hearts workshop, which is about sharing those hearts differently with different people.  Sometimes we hold them in and not share them.  Each of the three weeks of the workshop covers one part of the proverb through art journaling.  (Read my post about the heart I share with the world and this one about the heart I share with my family.)

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Christy has really gotten my creative juices flowing in this class.  I love that I have recognized the ways I share different parts of myself with certain people.  This week was a very personal week about the heart we share ONLY with ourselves.

The heart we share with ourselves is sometimes the hardest to talk about.  It’s the one we are either afraid to share or feel it’s too sacred to share.   Sometimes we are scared that others won’t understand or appreciate what we have to share.

So I’ll share some of my dreams: I used to dream of being an editor in NYC, living in a loft and having lots of friends in the literature, music, and art communities.  I also hoped to go to a writing in residency program someday… the kind where you live in a cabin for 6 weeks and write all day and collaborate with others.  I hoped to be a teacher of literature at a small liberal arts college.  Maybe some of these dreams will still materialize.  I don’t feel at all like my choices are over.  At almost 38, I feel I’m just beginning.

I would like to be more transparent in general.  I would like to be more comfortable sharing my imperfections here on the blog and being REAL.  I’d like to feel more OK in my own skin, like it’s perfectly ok to simply be me – the me that sometimes gets caught in a spiral of sadness, sometimes gets wound up in an organizing frenzy, who is addicted to craft supplies and who appreciates my own creative imagination.

Like Christy mentions in one of her class videos, I have a strong belief in God and believe God is with me in everything, so I don’t think this heart is only for myself.  There is always God there to understand me and be with me.

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OK so on to the art! I took myself on an artist date last week, the first in a long while.  Nothing fancy either… I went to the Salvation Army and then to Goodwill.  I was on the hunt for surfaces on which I could paint and doodle.  I was really just looking for something different from a canvas.  I struck gold, peeps.  I’ll share all of my finds in another post in case you’re worried.  🙂

For this week’s “heart I share with myself” project, I used one of my finds.  Here’s the before and after:

Heart board before and after

 

I quite like it much more! The little board was $1.99.  How could I not buy it?

Heart board

I began by covering it with gesso.

Heart gesso

 I don’t know if you can tell by the picture, but the original image still showed through.  So I painted it again with black gesso and then chose a page of poetry from another Salvation Army find, a book of literature from the Romantics for $3.

Heart black gesso

 

The rest is pretty much layering scrapbook and tissue papers and adding various transparent paints.

Heart 4 Heart 5 Heart 6 SHINE Heart 7 Heart 8 finalI’m 95% happy with how it turned out.  It was very fun to play around with stamps, bubble wrap, markers, washi tape, and to draw the birdie.

heart birdie Heart music

What do you think? Share in the comments if you like about YOUR heart and who you share it with.  I’d love to hear!

You can see more “Behind the Art” posts here.

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Grounding art with little owl buddies

We have entered into the second quarter of the year already and so we begin a new quarterly theme, “Honoring,” in Life Book 2013. Over the next three months, we’ll be honoring aspects of our lives and ourselves.  April’s theme is “Honoring and Grounding” and the first lesson, taught by the amazing Tamara Laporte, was too fun to wait to share it with you.

Owls final with stamps

Tamara told us to “sit back, close your eyes, and remember what it was like being a child.  A child that created without any qualms, without inhibition. A being who simply responded to the impulse of ‘liking a color’ and ‘wanting to scribble’.” She asked us to try to capture that energy while creating our little birds.

We made an accordion page with our paper.  Tamara guided us to choose a song that means grounding to us.  I chose “Feels Like Home” by Chantal K… The birds themselves are supposed to have asymmetrical eyes, wonky beaks, scribble doodles, and quirky hats. How fun!!!

Owl accordion book

Owls final and backs

Owls breathe

This is what my desk looked like while I was working on this:Owls in progress

The accordion book will have this cover.
Front card

You can see more “Behind the Art” posts here and more Life Book posts here.

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Photo Friday: flow

Fountain resized

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Parenting with presence

Pretend booksWho among us can say we are perfect parents? I know I could be more patient and more present with my daughter.  After their basic needs are met, our children really only need US… our attention and our respect.  Some of my very best memories of my parents are of times they gave me their time and attention…. sitting at the donut shop side by side with my dad when I was 8 and nervous about moving to a new house or at the kitchen table with my mom at 2am when I was 15 and couldn’t sleep.  It is the “face time” that matters the most.

I know a couple who are facing loss and rejection right now because they somehow missed this key lesson.  There are a myriad of examples, but what is important is that their daughter, now 18, was not getting what she needed at home so she found a safer and more supportive environment in which to finish growing up.  Just on the other side of my judgment is compassion for her parents because they must be hurting.  Their misplaced values led them to do plenty for their child as she grew but not give her the love and presence she craved.  Maybe they thought there would be time for connection later.  Maybe they didn’t know how to simply sit and listen to their daughter.  Maybe they can’t see it from her perspective.  Maybe their own childhoods were lacking.  Whatever the case, I am using their experience as a valuable reminder in my own relationship with my daughter.

Hands and shabby script

We could all outsource the parenting tasks we dislike.  Someone else can drop them off at gymnastics or feed them lunch.  But leaving a child to figure out complex feelings and experiences for herself is emotional neglect.  I don’t have a teenager yet, and I hear it’s a ramped-up version of the toddler years, but I plan to arm myself with what works for me right now in those difficult moments with my daughter… my calm presence and acceptance.

All we have is the present moment.  Luckily for us, children live in that present moment.  I am trying to make better choices these days.  I am putting down my iPhone to be available for my daughter’s stories and play.  Each moment leads to the next and creates a string of  experiences that will shape her memory and self-image.  I hope to meet her need for attention and for being heard.

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I’m sure there will be things I will not be able to do for her or protect her from, but I can always help her feel safe and loved, smile and laugh and cry with her, applaud her successes and be right there for failures.  My main job is to believe in her, to love her, and to show her that love.  There is always time for love.

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