Saturday 31 March 2012

What is wrong with you

“What is wrong with you?”

I am standing in front of a huge table that has a glass table top.  I wave my hand across the surface and the screen comes alive.  It is an interactive table and the screen is the size of a large LCD TV. Instinctively I know how to use this device and I let my hands fly over the screen. I look up and the screen contents also appear on the wall in front of me.

 “What is wrong with you?”

The screen flickers as all these different scenes appear like a movie on fast forward.  Something inside is directing me to the bottom of the question that was posed earlier to me.  Some of the scenes are puzzling but they are all gone in a flash.

“What is wrong with you?”

My hand hovers over one of the scenes and the flickering stops.  I stretch my thumb and index finger and the scene size increases.  There I am walking down a darken alley, the person I am walking with is fuzzy and I can’t quite make out who I am with, but I don’t think that this is important, as I remember this event well. The expression that I am showing on my face is one of utter disbelief, as I am walking along my eyes are watching someone intently. The expression of disbelief quickly changes to dejection and this me in this scene takes one last look at what I was staring at and turns the corner and heads in the opposite direction.

I am walking, but I see myself turn and take on last look, the me that I am watching shakes her head turns back around and walks down the street.  There are is no sound in the scenes that I am watching.  What I don’t understand is why I feel the need to revisit this memory.

My body language in this scene is of a person that has been beaten down.  My shoulders are slumped, my hands are in my pockets, my head is down and my face clearly shows all the raw emotions that I was feeling.  The scene starts to fade and the screen goes back to the flicker of memories. 

“What is wrong with you?”

Before I am given any time to process what I saw the flickering stops at the next scene. I am looking down on myself and this time I am standing in my back yard and I have a bucket in front of me with a whole stack of papers in my arms and a lighter.

I read each page and then light it and place it in the bucket, I continue to do this.  The flames that are being generated out of the small bucket soon get quite high.  The me that I am watching am takes a break of the burning to make sure that the flames do not take over the bucket.  It looks like smoke enters my eyes and I look up into the sky and the smoke makes my eyes tear up.  But it was an excuse, I start to cry.  I continue to burn the pages until they are all gone.

Again the scene comes to an end and screen starts to flicker.

“What is wrong with you?”

I start to think that I know what this exercise is about.  Oh how wrong I am!

The next scene appears and this one completely confuses me.  I have parked my car in the school car park and I get out and move around the left passenger side door.  Jordy gets out of the car, he looks so cute and grown up dressed in his school uniform. We both look washed out.  I am not dressed in my work clothes and Jordy keeps on looking at my face.

I walk him to before school care building and I enter, the “camera” does not follow me into the building so I can’t see what is happening.  Soon you can see me walking out of the door and I actually suck in my breath as I see the expression on my face it is shocking.  I would never have expected to see that on my face.  I am walking slowly back to my car and as I am making my way the me that I am watching looks back at the building and all you can see is this huge window with Jordy’s little head appearing just in the middle of the window.

You can see the words Jordy is saying “Mummy, Mummy, Mummy” and you can also clearly see the tears running down his small beautiful face.

I continue to walk back to the car and I get in and drive away.  The scene again fades away, slowly and my heart is aching and the screen starts to flicker.

“What is wrong with you?”

The scene that takes the focus now is very short and confusing.  I am in the twins room and I am dressing Lilly for Child Care, you can tell that it is a weekend day I as I dressed for work and the room is dark.

The expression on my face has me very puzzled, I knew that I wore my heart on my sleeve but I did not guess that the whole world could see how much turmoil and pain I was carrying.  Lilly must have suspected something as she reaches her little hand out and runs her hand up my arm until she reaches my face, where she pats my cheek with her hand.  The Mari I am watching stops what she is doing and looks into Lilly’s eyes and smiles.

My heart aches as I watch this scene start to fade.

“What is wrong with you?”

The next scene that takes centre stage is with me and Rylie.  We are lying on my bed, I am facing him and he is lying on his back.  He has his little arms around my head but he will not look into my eyes.  You can see that he is talking to me and I am watching him intently.

He lifts his little leg and flicks it a few times, he repeats the same thing all the while talking to me. Whilst my face is smiling at my little boy, my eyes are showing a completely different emotion, sadness.

The scene fades again.

“What is wrong with you?”

The next scene that stops in front of me is a little weird.  In this scene I am standing at the train station platform waiting for the train to come.  My head phones are in my ears and I am looking around at the cars, people and patiently waiting for the train to come.  I look at the gate and I notice closing, you can see me rocking back and forwards on my feet looking intently for the train.

I stop rocking as I see the head lights of the train and then I look down onto the tracks. There is a flicker across my face it is so quick that if you were not watching you would’ve missed it.  I stop the scene with my fingers and I rewind and pause that the moment I look down on the track. It was only an instant but it was there, the split second where I contemplated simply stepping off the platform into the path of the train.

I flick my fingers and the screen returns to the flickering.

“What is wrong with you?”

The next scene that appears is a split screen, one shows my mobile phone and the other shows my face.  On my mobile phone screen you see the words “You are being silly”, “What are you talking about”, “This is madness” and “Why would you ever think of doing that to yourself”

On the second screen you can see my face showing the devastation and the tears just start streaming down my face.  

The screen slowly fades and this time the table goes blank.  It seems as though there is nothing more for me to watch. However I still do not know what the answer is to this question:

“What is wrong with you?”

Wednesday 28 March 2012

Running


The corridor is dimly light and I am running all along each side has doors every few meters. Next to each door are these beautiful ornate lights.  I would stand and admire them if I didn’t feel a great sense of urgency.  Instead I hardly notice them as I dash past.

It feels like I have been running for ages, my lungs are burning and my legs are in agony. But I feel that I just can stop.  Something is chasing me bearing down and I just have to keep running.

I reach the first door and I open it, there is someone standing there with their back to me. I recognise this person and as they start to turn around I slam the door shut and rush to the next one. Again as I turn the knob I see the same person standing in behind the door, but this time they are facing me but looking downwards, I notice that their head starts to rise and again I slam the door and run.

I decide to skip the next lot of doors and just keep running. Part of my mind wonders why this person is standing behind the doors; perhaps this is the person that I am running from.  The corridor seems to have no end and my fear continues to increase. 

The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I feel that whatever is pursing me is getting closer. My vulnerability increases. Adrenaline bursts through my vein which spurs me on and I somehow I get faster.

I rush to the next door I can see and the door swings open with a bang, I didn’t even know my strength. The same person is standing there and they jump and turn around at the sound of the door slamming.  Our eyes meet and shock registers on their face.  I start to back away from the threshold and turn and flee down the corridor.

“I didn’t close the door; oh no I didn’t close the door”.

Now I know that I am being chased for real and I am scared.  Somehow I my speed increasing I never knew that I could be this fast. Looming ahead of me is another door; this one seems different from the others. As soon as I reach it the door swings open at the touch of my hand on the handle.

The coast is clear and I enter the room just in as the person chase me is close. I turn around to see the door closing right in the face or my predator.  I face the room and lean against the door where I slowly slump to the floor, taking deep breaths the try to calm my racing heart.

I think that I am finally safe when the pounding of the door starts. I notice that the handle will not budge somehow this person is not being allowed into my safe haven.

The thirst is becoming unbearable and I can’t seem to get my breathing under control.  My heart is still pounding uncontrollably and I can hear my heart beat in my ears. I somehow get up and start to move around the room.  Thinking that I am safe, how wrong I was.

The door finally swings open and the person that I was running from rushes in, my legs are so unstable that I stumble and fall backwards.  This person that has been chasing is very quick and catches me before I hit the floor.

I am being held like a cherished child, I feel so weak all the strength is leaving my legs and arms.  I can’t even lift my arms.

“I will always catch you, I will always be here for you and I will never let you go”.

Somehow those words give me the strength I need to start fighting back.  The person does not expect me to fight and is taken by surprise and lets me go.  I fall to the floor now hurting my back in the proess. Shock registers in their eyes and as they reach out to me again I am pushing their hands away. I continue to fight with all my strength.

“Stop fighting me!” this person says as again they reach for me.

I feel like I am swatting bees as my hands just keep on slapping theirs way.  I am crying now and I can’t talk because I am so distressed.  I can’t even look at them in their eyes anymore as I’m concentrating on their hands. 

With a sigh the person leaning over me stops trying to touch me. Instead they sit down next to me making sure that they are keeping their distance.

“Talk to me, I am here now and always, please talk to me”

I’m avoiding their attempts to make eye contact and I refuse to say anything.

“Look at me, please look at me, I am here now”.

I feel their hand on my chin attempting to turn my head towards them.  All the fight has left me and I allow my face to be turned. I finally lift my eyes to meet theirs; the compassion, acceptance and love I see there undoes me and my eyes are swamped with a fresh batch of tears.

“You are worthy of all, I am here and will never leave you”

I nod my head and this person engulfs me in a warm embrace.  They lift me off the floor and place me in their lap like you would a wounded child. They hug me and rock me as the sobs rake through my body.

“I am here now and for always”.

Monday 26 March 2012

The Cave

I wake and I can’t move, my head is all muddled and my body is just paralysed.

It is not a good way to start the morning.  I turn off my alarm and roll over and go back to sleep.  I just can’t face the world today. The world can pass by today without me participating in it today.
 
I sleep for sometime and then wake, I am lying there and I just don’t have the energy to get up.  But I have no choice as Jordy needs to go to school and the twins are off to Child Care.

I pull myself together and I manage to get them all ready with hardly any fuss.  Lilly is the first to make it known to me that all is not well, as she clings and cries when I drop off at Child Care.  At before school care, Jordy is inconsolable as I leave him.  My heart is breaking for my little boy, who can sense that is all not well.

I come home eat and then start to meditate.

I enter “my room” and I see that my spirit that is diminished. I am saddened by what I see because my spirit is usually so beautiful, pure and white.  Now it looks grey and low.

I turn away from my reflection and walk aimlessly through my rooms.  I open the closet door, it is dark and cold I enter in and close the door behind me. I move to the corner and huddle down.  I draw my knees up to my chest and hug my arms around them tightly as I rest my head on them.  I close my eyes I feel the first tears start to run down my face.  The sorrow, pain and fear engulf me and I can’t help it but give into the despair.

I feel as though the closet is closing in on me and I feel as though I am suffocating. Time has lost all meaning as I sit huddled in the corner giving into my grief. I am just overwhelmed and the despair is dragging me down, I don’t see any way out of this.

I see the door of the closet creaking open and the light is blinding after being in the dark for so long.  I can’t see very well because I am blinded and my eyes are blurry with tears.  I notice that someone is crouching down in front of me, a feel fingers wiping the tears from my face.  Then I feel their hands tugging my arms away from my knees. 

My hand is cold and stiff from hugging my knees so tightly.  The pain in my heart is just unbearable a warm hand grips mine and I am pulled up so that I am standing in front of this person.  I am enveloped into a hug so tight that I can feel the other person’s heartbeat. 

I feel an overwhelming sense of love and acceptance. The pain in my heart slowly lessens and the tears on my face dry up.  I am being loved and cared for    in a manner that I deserve.  My heart is filled with warmth I am being healed by the person holding me.

I look back and the person I see standing before me loving, caring for me is………

Sunday 18 March 2012

Yesterday, today & tomorrow.

Yesterday I did not believe
Yesterday I had doubts
Yesterday I felt unworthy
Yesterday I was an awful friend
Yesterday is the past
Yesterday I made mistakes

I am Maria
I am worthy
I am me
I am enough
I believe that I am worthy
I am enough in all aspects of my life


Today I believe that I am worthy of all
Today I have no doubts
Today I trust
Today I know that I am enough
Today I am grateful for simply being me
Today I am blessed to know my best friend
Today I pray for forgiveness


Tomorrow is a mystery
Tomorrow is not yet written
Tomorrow I will still be worthy
Tomorrow I will believe
Tomorrow I will have no doubts
Tomorrow I will continue to trust
Tomorrow I pray my best friend is still walking by my side.