Continuing my Turning Toward meditation this morning, I find myself asking if my attempt to look at my need to seek control might not have some aspects of seeking control within it. Still, it was an interesting exercise and I appreciate what I saw and am left to wonder what might be opening up.
This morning I mentally walked into the meditation acknowledging that I struggle with a need to find some control in my life. Many years ago it came to life in what maybe was properly labeled as anorexia. Recently, life has been pretty stressful and I saw, just for a moment, some old tools resurfacing. Twenty plus years after I thought my battle with my eating disorder was over I found myself thinking about how I could cut my food consumption in some unhealthy ways. Thankfully, today I have a wealth of other tools in my collection that I didn’t have two decades ago. I was able to look at myself and say “Woah, I don’t want to go down that path again. What’s happening here? What do I really need?” Thus, I meditate, write, balance time with good people and to myself, walk a lot, and with the spring am starting to garden again and eat the fresh veggies that I’ve grown in community with others. With help, I’ve also been able to address some of the things that have caused the stress. One by one they’re being taken care of and life is smoothing out again.
Still, I wonder about that control piece. Why do I need to be in charge? Why do I avoid asking for help? I’ve found some answers in meditation of late, but it feels there is more. Yet today, the question refused to be acknowledged. Instead, the meditation took me to the woods. It was the woodlot on the back of the farm where I grew up, just a tiny patch of trees, but big enough for a little girl’s dreams and firewood for the stove in winter.
I saw the box where we used to store some of wood cutting equipment, at least I think that’s what used to be in that box. I never did much with it. The woods was a play place for me mostly. It was where Hawkeye lived, a chickenhawk who was my symbol of grace, strength and freedom as a child. It was also home to unicorns, fairies, and an array of other magical beings as well as the creatures of this world. There were tall trees that had fallen and made wonderful climbing toys. It was a magical forest.
Hmmm…. maybe this morning’s meditation was simply reminding me of a time and place where I didn’t need control and it was ok
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