Thursday, January 9, 2014
I like the feelings wheel not because I am a featherweight New Ager who has a not really ironic earthenware Buddha by the kitchen sink and believes in the potential for yetzer hatov, in Yiddish, the inclination to do good -- but because it's a reminder for my parenting.
A rainbow to meet the definition of rainbow, must have all its colors.
So often I stuff into my spleen angry, sad, and scared and hold up like a carnival mask a Big Yellow 70s Happy Face.
But that's a terrible example to my kids, for whom I want yes, unstuffed spleens, and that ineffable blow a conch shell Vedic wholeness of being comfortable across lines, and in gray areas, and at pointy edges where choices are made, because, darlins', what else is real?
Posted by Elizabeth Bastos at 9:28 AM