Hanggang saan dapat tayo magpatawad?
I remember a story shared by our workshop facilitator about someone who experienced having his entire family killed in front of him. He was left alive and forced to be the interpreter for them who killed. It was so easy for him to be hateful and to be vengeful but he knew how hate can be so destructive. So he chose to love and be compassionate…to look for the human in the eyes even of those who bring suffering to others.
Hate creates more hate. It was hate that brought the problems in the first place. Now it is hate that is addressing the problems now. And then it is again with hate that we respond to the hatred that we see. No wonder the cycle never ends.
So, are we willing to love? Compassion for the other does not just need to happen with our police being compassionate with those involved in drugs. We cannot be selective with our compassion. Compassion has to start with us and how we address ourselves when we need compassion most. And then it is when people come along to bring out the hatred lurking inside ourselves and we are asked to heal ourselves by replacing that hatred with love. Only when we are successful with this can we see things change…not exactly in the entire world but at least where we are and where we have been.
To love a person and not condemn them by their actions. There is no one to blame in the greater picture, yet there’s so many who need to love and be loved.
My life so far has led me on this path of becoming an art therapist. Over the last week, I was in a workshop series learning about anthroposophic art therapy (color therapy), organ archetypes, fairytales, inner development and life. I never knew art therapy had distinctions and was therefore surprised to know it is so. As the group would say, only when you’re ready.
This therapy in particular focused on your inner development. Much like coaching, there’s a process of where are you stuck and how can we get you unstuck. The focus is also on just creating movement; not on reaching the final goal by the end of the sessions but just on getting you moving once again. And so you create a piece of art true to your present self and then you recreate it to the best of your ability to mirror a healthier human person.
And therefore the requirement is to know what a healthy human being looks like in colors before you even try looking at if others are healthy. How do you learn this? You’ll have to start with yourself.
Of course my reaction was “Oh, wow.” It was consoling therefore when I got home and started researching about anthroposophic art therapy courses and found out that age requirement is 28. Well that means I have roughly 3 years to get myself ready. Hmm…that’s so much time to just be lazy…
Yeah I’m really lazy…but then again, there is so much I have to learn first before I start studying art therapy. Faithfulness to my calling is very much needed throughout this process. There is work to be done. I guess for this one, I’ll remember the fairytale about Jorinda and Joringel. Joringel travelled far but kept circling around the castle that held that which he longed for…maybe to remind himself to stay faithful to his higher ideals even as he needs to pass the time away and take care of sheep.
The next question then is…so where’s my sheep? 🐑
I attended an Introduction to Art Therapy talk last night. Although feeling a bit tired coming from work and due to lack of sleep, I managed to stay awake, listen and take note of what the speaker was saying. Yay!
The speaker was Iris Sullivan, an art therapist who studied under Lianne Collot. I remember her saying how she was in her early 20’s when she decided to pursue art therapy and only got to really living out that dream 14 years later. Still lots of time for me — yay again!
She taught us quite a lot of things and having very little background on the work of Steiner and on Waldorf education, it was hard to grasp everything she’s saying. At this moment, I’m still trying to make sense of what I learned from last night, re-writing my notes and talking to my sister and boyfriend about it. It’s just the first night anyway and the actual experience starts tomorrow. Hopefully, things will start getting clearer once we get deeper into the practice.
Some insights about today:
I liked the explanation about the meaning of the colors blue and red. Blue is for reflection, red is for taking action. Blue is for encapsulating ideas, red is for limitless discovering. Blue is for thinking, red is for moving, willing.
The way I understood it is what we want is to strike the balance between the two colors. To calm the restlessness of red, to wake up the sleepiness of blue. To spend some time moving and acting, then spend time reflecting and evaluating.
I do not know how to end this post since I’m really just writing down my scattered thoughts so that I accomplish my little goal of posting something each day. Time to sleep!
I am feeling restless inside
I just thought maybe it will be good to write
About this afternoon’s realization
That it is okay to have this hollow sensation
It really is nothing but a small unknown
Amidst my daily happiness and satisfaction
This restlessness will at the right time go away
So I’m free to let it be and just enjoy my day
The process of finding
What your heart’s desiring
Is a walk to the end
Of a road with a bend
The path that you’ve plodded
Seemed alright when you started
With another curve drawing near
You feel a budding sense of fear
You look around in an effort to find
Anything, just anything, to ease your mind
The darkness around you starts to unfold
An eerie silence wraps you with cold
Your feelings overwhelming
But steps you keep taking
Until between the gaps there appear
Something familiar but still so unclear
Ang kaguluhan ng isip
Hindi mawari ang tunay na ninanais
Luha ba o tawanan ang hanap?
Anong gawa ang nararapat?
Ikaw, anong ginagawa sa tuwing naguguluhan?
O titigil na lamang sa kahibangan
Sa kaaasa na may kasagutang makakamtan?
Kailangan ay pakawalan
Dahil kung patuloy itong kimkimin
Baka puso’y sumabog
At ‘di na muling