themselves
Locksmiths
Hunger contact, "he called Ken Wilber. Yearning to be perceived depth on the other, intimately connected, be appreciated, embraced, content: a basic human need that many, to survive, learn to anesthetize . Yes, some people, tainted in their sensitivity, they weave a defense to keep them protected from further pain, a shell (word, of course, comes from "heart"). So either be isolated or mistakenly open to those who will leave again with ... Contact hungry. need to learn to manage sensitive gates.
over-defended heart has two destinations, or mummify was (and remains dry, cold, mute), or suffer their confinement like a bird confined to a cage rather than to an iron box. Poor bird! Poor heart. And poor person if she is aware that the safe is opened from the inside : only one has key, and with great sensitivity needs to be given time, feeling his own mind, find ways to make the "click". If you can not just not wait for "love" come to save him for help, because to make contact with another is essential to first learn to make contact with them . So, you know better choose who walk the path.
Interestingly, in Psychology (art of helping to open safes) often trains who exercise such keep away with his patient, who normally experience it is more arid (greater hunger for contact! ) rather than help us to learn to open our box strong, we only explain how a lock. To desacorazar, the therapist also has to desacorazarse ; contact with the essence of who has a-Islade , as this will encourage him to stop being an island and join the continent with their peers. Adiestrémonos, everyone, be gentle auto-locksmiths. and liberate our bird. Whatever.
Here the exact Eduardo Galeano illustrates this with a story:
" Ruben Omar Sosa Maximiliana heard the lesson in a course of intensive care in Buenos Aires. It was the most important thing he learned in his student years.
A teacher told the case. Doña Maximiliana, very tired by the comings and goings of a long life without Sundays, had a few days in the hospital, and every day asking the same thing:
"Please, doctor, could you take my pulse?
A gentle finger pressure on the wrist, and he said:
"Okay. Seventy-eight. Perfect.
"Yes, doctor, thanks. Now please, can I take your pulse?
And he came to take it, and returned to explain that everything was fine, could not be better.
Day after day, was repeated the scene. Every time he passed through the bed of Dona Maximiliana, that voice, that snoring, called him and offered him that arm, the stick, once and again and again.
He obeyed, because a good doctor should be patient with his patients, but I thought: `This is an old lead." And I thought: 'I have a screw loose. " Took years to realize that what she was asking for was that someone play. "
A teacher told the case. Doña Maximiliana, very tired by the comings and goings of a long life without Sundays, had a few days in the hospital, and every day asking the same thing:
"Please, doctor, could you take my pulse?
A gentle finger pressure on the wrist, and he said:
"Okay. Seventy-eight. Perfect.
"Yes, doctor, thanks. Now please, can I take your pulse?
And he came to take it, and returned to explain that everything was fine, could not be better.
Day after day, was repeated the scene. Every time he passed through the bed of Dona Maximiliana, that voice, that snoring, called him and offered him that arm, the stick, once and again and again.
He obeyed, because a good doctor should be patient with his patients, but I thought: `This is an old lead." And I thought: 'I have a screw loose. " Took years to realize that what she was asking for was that someone play. "
Author of this text: Virginia Gawel. Allowed reproduction citing that source and website www.centrotranspersonal.com.ar )
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