Week 19 – Betty Jarra

Posted: August 8, 2011 in Betty Jarra, Week 19

Flying lesson 19

The easiest of walks, over the bridge, with a purpose.
The purpose is to buy food, the purpose is to walk.
The food is in itself another purpose, it should be the right type, it should be good, it should make me lift myself up and become balanced in every way.
Choosing it is simple with the help of Stig. Buying it is difficult because he is also the one paying for all the food, even the one we especially choose because it’s good for me.
The difficulty becomes like punctured tyres. Absolutely impossible to use for a lift-off without the risk of serious damages.
Those punctured tyres stem from many years of fear. The fear of not being good enough, valuable enough, capable enough.
Someone else is doing for me what I can not manage myself and without me even asking for this help.

On each item that is purchased for my well being I hang a small invisible label about paying back. I have to make sure that I will cut off all these labels to find my balance, but for now they are happily left dangling. I tell Stig about my discomfort and he replies that I have also paid for food we already ate. I’m trying to focus on this and decide that everything is OK. No fear!
We walk back and on the first uphill slope, on the bridge going home, I immediately pay back with a swifter and longer stride without panting. I am fully concentrating on my debt. The gift that is the cause of the debt, which I have created myself in every moment, becomes a burden. Trust, which previously lifted the sky has been clouded by my dependence. And in that moment, the sky becomes even higher …… I have suddenly become very, very small and everything is unreachably far away. All my defences strike back and drowns everything and everyone who’s close enough.

I believe this fear is handled and hidden just below the surface, just out of sight even for me. However the defences move up, just above the surface, and turn the debt into the most natural walking partner in the world. The one that triggers that little extra, that clenches the jaws together one notch tighter and tightens the dependency snares just a little bit more. Then of course the endorphins kick in as a reward and everything seems quite worth it.
That it isn’t lust dangling it’s carrot in front of me but instead guilt holding the whip and pushing me forward is barely noticeable in the panting and the pace. The ego is the only one who knows.

Despite this we make a fantastic lunch and I put aside my fears for another time.

Is reaching the sky
always upphill?

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