The forest between Arnhem and Wageningen is umbraeuous. I like the word it gives me a feeling of sun and shade, of cool and warm at the same time. Language is not neutral, it carries meaning and suggestion. The beeches and the oaks are already dropping their still unripe fruits. The drought has made their own survival more important. They know there will be a next time.
I am thoughtful. Yes, I could try to resist and tell myself to idle but it doesn’t work that way, does it? I don’t exactly know where it starts, but it seems to be a dilemma asking for my attention. It’s about learning. How do you know what suits you, what is best for you? There are numerous pedagogs and teachers who claim to have the right answers. For very long now (when did it start?, I wonder) I have had an aversion towards these people. An aversion towards people telling me what to do and how to feel. Even what to feel. Nice pickle for a mentor/trainer/advisor, don’t you think? The aversion grows, I notice, and is being confirmed. Only I can tell whether something is right for me. Information and knowledge can help, but becomes a prison if I hold on to it. It imprisons me in its limitations. That is also why I resist and resent gurus and wise people who claim to have the one and only, the right answer for me. It feels like they take away my soul. I need to find out for myself, that is part of my learning and part of my souls’ journey.
So..how do I do that with the people I support. That’s my dilemma. My language has purpose and suggestion as well.
To be continued, I think. I have the feeling that my thoughts are not very coherent 🙂