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haloquinI made these as a pair, reflecting feelings that often follow one another, frustration at a situation eventually gives way to acceptance, which lasts for a while, until I become frustrated again. Comes from many things, but is always about situations out of my control... injuries that take time to heal, situations that another person has to deal with, etc. Although the question arise as to whether any situation is under my control - not really - and the the question as to whether any situation is completely out of my control - in a sense... no, there is always soemthing I can do... which is normally: Breathe.
And this one, after unceremoniously treading on a snail:
Frustration
Frustration Speaks: I am the one who beats the walls. Hemmed in. Trapped. Pinned down by feelings I cannot escape.
I am the one who curls up and cries for the world to go away. Frustrated by things I can do nothing to change. Impatient and in turmoil.
I am the explosion of frustration when one single thing is in focus and the horizon is out of view. I know that this must pass, but now frustration consumes me.
I am the one who is relieved at the pounding of the walls that keep me trapped. To let go, let rip, let out the wail of frustration... I will tear down those walls!
Patient Acceptence
Patient Acceptence Speaks: I am the one who stands tall, feels the wind on my face, and breathes deep.
I wait, balanced, poised, patient. Knowing that this place of rest, of space, of breath, is always here. A calm point in the storm.
I know that time is needed,the mountain is high, and I understand that everyone is trying their best, including me. Everyone has to climb their own mountain, in their own way. And at this point I have reached a place where I can see how far I've come.
I accept that this is now, I stand tall, I breathe deep. And soon I begin to climb again.
Frustration Speaks: I am the one who beats the walls. Hemmed in. Trapped. Pinned down by feelings I cannot escape.
I am the one who curls up and cries for the world to go away. Frustrated by things I can do nothing to change. Impatient and in turmoil.
I am the explosion of frustration when one single thing is in focus and the horizon is out of view. I know that this must pass, but now frustration consumes me.
I am the one who is relieved at the pounding of the walls that keep me trapped. To let go, let rip, let out the wail of frustration... I will tear down those walls!
Patient Acceptence
Patient Acceptence Speaks: I am the one who stands tall, feels the wind on my face, and breathes deep.
I wait, balanced, poised, patient. Knowing that this place of rest, of space, of breath, is always here. A calm point in the storm.
I know that time is needed,the mountain is high, and I understand that everyone is trying their best, including me. Everyone has to climb their own mountain, in their own way. And at this point I have reached a place where I can see how far I've come.
I accept that this is now, I stand tall, I breathe deep. And soon I begin to climb again.
And this one, after unceremoniously treading on a snail:
Deathbringer
Deathbringer Speaks: I am the one who takes life. My exsistence brings death, sometimes for life, sometimes just because. All things die, they die when I live. What is the value of one life over another? What must you take to survive?
*** A thought that struck me while making this***
I can't even bring myself to kill a bug... how can I justify eating meat?
I've always thought its fine if you can kill it yourself, but I really, honestly, don't think I could if there was an alternative. To survive, sure. By accident, ok. Either way I'd feel guilty. But when there are so many alternatives to meat, and so readily available... how can I really justify that death? Other than 'all things die'? Unnecessary death is exactly that, unnecessary. So why do I still do it? For me to live, other things must die. Plants or animals. As a small child I refused to pick flowers because I didn't want to kill them, recently I had a 'living salad' - basically lettuce in a pot - and it was weird pulling the leaves off it, I felt bad. But I have to eat something. And if I cannot kill an animal myself, how can I justify letting someone else do it for me?
Ah, wonderful doublethink. Thats how. So, do I have a right to let this doublethink continue when I've identified it? Do I have a duty to stop it?
Deathbringer Speaks: I am the one who takes life. My exsistence brings death, sometimes for life, sometimes just because. All things die, they die when I live. What is the value of one life over another? What must you take to survive?
*** A thought that struck me while making this***
I can't even bring myself to kill a bug... how can I justify eating meat?
I've always thought its fine if you can kill it yourself, but I really, honestly, don't think I could if there was an alternative. To survive, sure. By accident, ok. Either way I'd feel guilty. But when there are so many alternatives to meat, and so readily available... how can I really justify that death? Other than 'all things die'? Unnecessary death is exactly that, unnecessary. So why do I still do it? For me to live, other things must die. Plants or animals. As a small child I refused to pick flowers because I didn't want to kill them, recently I had a 'living salad' - basically lettuce in a pot - and it was weird pulling the leaves off it, I felt bad. But I have to eat something. And if I cannot kill an animal myself, how can I justify letting someone else do it for me?
Ah, wonderful doublethink. Thats how. So, do I have a right to let this doublethink continue when I've identified it? Do I have a duty to stop it?
