Tuesday, 19 March 2013
Rejection
Rejection
So, we’re walking out of the Benedicta Arts Center and move past this sculpture in the entryway that is very appropriately named “Rejection”.  It’s a figure of a little person, made in stone, no hair, knees eroded, parts of his skull are missing on one side, head down with his hand over his ear on one side, it looks dilapidated and defeated…rejection.  I thought the artist did a magnificent job visually depicting the emotions of rejection. My friend with me didn’t really get it, I made them stop and truly look at it…stand still…feel it…relate to it. They got it.  Rejection hits us where it hurts the most, right in the third chakra, that gorgeous personal power center we all have.  That place where we know who we are, why we’re here and what we want out of it. Unless its all grown over with other peoples stories, their expectations of us that we’ll never meet usually because they’re completely unrealistic, or they constantly change so we’re never sure what they are. Because maybe we live a life in which we’ve never allowed ourselves to step outside the box to discover our true self, or color outside the lines in a culture that loves for us to get in the herd and stay there. Because perhaps at some point, someone else’s rejection turned into our own, and when we need to embrace our nature, we walk away from it.  Our precious power center, our gut, our anxiety, our dreams, our questions, our thoughts of breaking out and breaking through, it’s so GOOD.  Even when we’re in our questions, our doubt, our rejection, it’s so deeply and intensely good.  Pema Chodron refers to these times of our darkness as “juicy”, I love that.  When we question our own worth, we are at the cusp of our greatest moments of self esteem. This is our golden opportunity to embrace who and what we are, to give it light and substance and thing hood.   People may reject our thoughts, belief systems, dress, “look”, what we say or what we do, but it is only us, who can allow that to become defeat.  Ask yourself today, what is it that I love to do?  Who am I inside, that doesn’t get to be let out to play very often?  Tomorrow is the first day of spring, it’s time to go out and play, to do what we love, to be the beauty of who we are, because WE give ourselves permission, because WE embrace instead of reject ourselves.
Go play my dearest ones, happy Spring.