Dear Sean,
Hows Africa?
Hope you are well, just writing a few words to share some thoughts as you are the only person I can trust.
Awayness…a new word I recently discovered and now like. It’s very relevant as it can describe my time away from my birth home, people and my mind. Profound?
Yes, there has been many changes since I moved to a new place, 17 years ago. A long time, you’ll agree no doubt? Similar to your good self, I guess.
Changes? Yes, you would expect there to be some, of course you would. However assessing a recent visit to my previous home, has led me to look at things more differently, exploring things with a little more insight, a little deeper, I believe.
It’s probably me that has changed mostly, to be fair, and to be honest Sean. More so now than before, I am finding more difficulty in coping, in tolerating and accepting attitudes and ways of others. Strong words you may think, yet words and reflections that come to mind when exploring and discovering where I am at the moment. Where I am at the moment with my relationships, with some in my old home and reflections on the place itself and even its culture.
Difficult to explain for me maybe, and to put into words that make sense and to mean what I mean and articulate my experience. Now I realise that I don’t need to explain anything to anyone, yet I feel an obligation, a kind of force, to share my thoughts on the recurring matter.
It may be selfish, yes it may well be, nonetheless I am considering my emotional wellbeing. Sharing, to share is a good thing, right…well, I suppose it can certainly depend on the receivers and the content. Perceptions as well. You’ll know what I mean, having been through what you went through.
An attempt to create an emotional balance sheet perhaps. The idea of a balance sheet may sound a bit matter of fact, a bit bizarre.But bear with me please my friend, bear with me.
Please remember, I have been in love with the place and its folk for many years, even holidaying in several places over the past decade. Terrific. Been in love with the culture also. And yet I wonder if there can come a time when this so-called love dwindles and even fades ?
I wonder if loving relationships can fizzle out due to a variety of reasons? Differences in beliefs, in perceptions and understandings, in attitudes and ways of being and even looking at relationships and the way we live our lives? Hmm, I wonder? Change is…is change!
Qualities such as tolerance, patience, acceptance and forgiveness, qualities such as understanding and empathy, I have learned the importance of. Tell me, are they enough to withstand the frequent barrage of negativity and avoid creating a chasm through once areas of commonality? A wedge between belonging and distancing? Please tell me Sean.
Like minded people and all that noble mullarkey?…seems to be a strong resemblance of a current predicament. Mine.
Sometimes families and friendships do fail, I know they do, they can fall to ruins quickly, or, or even slowly grow apart. I have many times, listened with sincere empathy reducing me to tears, to anger and frustration. I have heard about many people’s experiences and maybe its now time to experience and express my own, to question that blood tie, sad as it may seem. To question dignity and integrity.
Distance is an apt choice of word to describe geography and indeed relationships that become fragmented, torn and failing. After the severing of the familial umbilical cord many years ago…isolating distance can creep in alongside us and just sit there for a while, aware or unaware, consciously or not. In solitude. In melancholy.
Responsibility? Yes I am only too aware of mine. The role I play. And maybe, just maybe the glue is becoming weaker, a fading interest threaded together or unravelling apart. Unknitted and losing its adhesion.
It’s not a blatant deed, mine. This feeling has been chipping away, or being chipped at, which seems more accurate, as I become more and more aware of differing levels of attention and contrasting and conflicting levels of interest, or importance, ie whats important to sides, it seems to have shifted as we live our separated lives.
Age? Maybe its a factor. Experiences, levels of understanding through education and flexibility of mind and even personal adaptability to change and to others stagnation, maybe there are all factors. Factors, sadly, to fading feelings. Losing intimacy.
Listening? I am an acute listener, well practised. I hear the various tones and the emphasised pronouncements in voices. I get to a point where, due to these inflections, I just want to tune out, switch right off. Myself, I do not feel listened to.
Humoured? maybe, but not listened to. It’s almost as if there is a gulf of a mismatch in acting out of values, of beliefs, where once, there was not such a gap, it was once different. Maturity? Maybe a gulf of a mismatch is too strong an analogy, sorry.
Hence the balance sheet mate, the pluses and the minuses. The logging and recording of…what…how can I describe it…the word disconnection springs to mind again , perhaps my sanity is my defence. Disconnected seems appropriate and yet it feels wrong, almost tainted with self guilt. The expectation of a son can be one of compassion.
And where does compassion lie when there is advice to surround ourselves with folk who are of similar mindsets and attitudes. Lots of mileage in those words, agreed? Building a wall of guilt, resentment littered with feelings of not wanting to be around a persons aura. The isolating and protective moat is also coming. Because things just are not the same, fact. Not for me anyway and I sense that the feeling is close to mutual. I strongly sense that!
So, does love in its many forms change? It can be. It can change for better or worse, stronger or not, it seems to me.
Once again this word change, slots into my mind, its key in my evaluation, in my solo personalised conversation.
I can say that both my feelings and thoughts do not feel right. I feel that I must face them and reconcile them to help me move forward. These emotions are speaking to me, urging me to move me, nudging some progress, perhaps. For the good of my authentic way of being and how I want to be. And how I wish my children to be.
Distant and its uncomfortableness. In my daily work I see, hear and experience real misfortune, deprivation, poverty and disablement amongst people. they have a desire for dignity, for independence, for acceptance, for friendship, for enough money to pay rent, mortgage, food and bills. Real hardship.
And perhaps this is part of the reason why I tend to switch off from the moans and frequent utterances of dissatisfaction, the idle chat and complaints about others, with a familiar cutting tone. As if she hails herself above others and always of the self-opinion to be in the right. Not putting herself in a position to listen, to forgive, to accept and move on with grace, maybe empathy has run dry. There is no acceptance that she may be wrong. No understanding and comprehension of an acceptance of a difference of opinions. And thus, little respect follows or flows, being strangled and eventually cut off.
I wonder if there is an ”ology’ for this Sean? I hope can deduce meaning from my ramblings. Thank you for being there as a sounding board.
Looking forward to your visit in September!
Kind regards my friend,
Teanastellen.
Simon
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