I am sitting in my living room, looking at the hundreds of post-it notes that I have sporadically stuck on the wall. They read how to ‘feng-shui’ a living room, as one casually does. Also across from me, is a massive poster of little red riding hood holding a machete gun, a gift from my house-mate. I have been sitting in silence for a little while now, looking from painting to computer, trying to distract my brain from the feeble coughs of strangers walking past my window and the builders blasting k-pop. I was also just told by my next door neighbour that the old tenant that used to live in my room, died from choking on his own spew. It has now become inherently difficult to distract the brain from all this external clutter. Again, I look at the image of red-riding hood, snubbing her nose at a timid, frightened wolf, gun positioned towards her toes. I’ve questioned why my house-mate found this print to be so appealing, and why we would want it planted on our feature wall - I promise that I am going somewhere with this. Intuition and fear are funny things. In terms of the former, we all have it, and sometimes we are either too afraid to tap into it, or we ignore it due to the latter, or plain disregard. I’ve begun to recognize that the human body is so incredibly intelligent and indeed, rarely makes mistakes. When something in your external is skewed, remotely off, or on the other hand, beaming with love and anticipation, our bodies immediately manifest this symptomatically and everything from there on, just proves that you were right in that first moment. But why are we as humans, so scared to accept that we do in fact, have all of these answers; why is it so difficult to confront the matter at hand? Over the past few months, life has been somewhat bitter-sweet, and at the same time extremely insightful. It has been a year of letting go, allowing the new and trusting that initial gut instinct. I once again look at this somewhat obvious but abstract painting, and both child and creature are just as scared of their personal reaction as they are of each other. Both frightened by the urge to attack, the wolf looks at red with sunken eyes; red stands there with a look of confusion but her stance also depicts a slight ‘screw you.’ It’s all a bit beautiful and odd. I guess for me, as weird as it sounds, merely looking at this one image, reminds me of that one major phrase which has been circulating all year round, especially all over social media networks by yogis, healers and Instagram fanatics. It all comes down to that simple idea of choosing love over fear, which in retrospect, is completely, blatantly obvious. And sometimes we only see this, months after an event has occurred. We as humans are not built to act out of fear, or respond out hatred. Sure, it’s important to really feel something, and allow a mourning process; it’s vital to feel sad, so you can revel in the beauty of opposite. This is important for our healing and well-being. Yet, if holding on too tightly, is what feeds the body with illness, creates disjointed pathways and manifests into something we unnecessarily created for ourselves, then why bother? We are so much better off when we learn to stand up for ourselves, and forgive, and just down-right show a bit more love. The thought system is a powerful one and it forms and replicates into the physical, the moment we let go of them. Trusting intuition, is treating your body with love. Acting out of love, is acting from a place of strength and honesty. It self-defines and harbors a great deal of self-trust. Sometimes we forget just how vital all of this really is. Thank you for reading my rant. This painting has really made me want to buy a sheep dog. And now I am going to sage my room.
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 08:02:38 +0000
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