Here I am today with my body worn out. It is old and worn out before its time as it was ignored and not listened to. The ingrained conditioning and family ideals and beliefs, such as having to work hard to become someone or make something of myself ruled the roost. Taking care of my body was never spoken of, never considered. |
Influenced both by my environment and the times I lived in, these ideals and beliefs became my way. This conditioning made my movements to be one of push and drive, living in constant motion, when something came to completion another project would materialise.
Never asking or having a single clue as to who I was or what life was about, hard work became my way.
The imposed ideals and beliefs about having to work hard, to make something of myself, of my life were at the forefront of my everyday existence, there was no room for fun and laughter, for I was encapsulated in the firm grip of my conditioning.
The formative years of my childhood had been spent mostly on my own therefore the ‘why’ word had not become a part of my vocabulary. This is a crucial time in a child’s life as they learn more rapidly in those years than at any other time.
I was very naive but because children observe all and feel energy, would have learned hard work from my parents, all of my environment, from watching the birds and bees in the garden and I unwittingly followed suit.
When I married, we purchased an old rundown farmhouse in need of much renovation. A massive vegetable garden and flower beds all with an abundance of weeds and bugs. Firewood for cooking and warmth needing to be collected, cut, then stacked in the shed. Animals to feed, pastures to keep healthy and fences to be kept in good repair, plus a mountain of other chores too numerous to mention.
Hard physical work was applied to my tiny frame, seven days a week, pushing and driving, in constant movement. Caught in this slipstream, the body’s aches and pains ignored. The day’s work continued into the night, either in the kitchen preparing meals in advance or outdoors when spot lights were installed around the outside of the house.
All of this kept me busy covering over my unhappiness, my lack of self-worth, my feelings of never being enough, thus topped off with not understanding my world or the world at large, why we lived and died or why love, harmony and joy were absent from my life.
The body’s femininity, sensitivity and its sacredness, totally ignored. It became a machine, an instrument to be used and abused, never having a thought about its care and wellbeing nor that it is a vehicle to be honoured, cherished and definitely not to be abused.
There was a lack of education around the importance of caring for the physical body,
and my childhood hurts had not been healed, therefore my ears were deaf to my body’s needs. Having never considered that without the body there could be no life, and if not cared for, suffering would ensue.
I have now come to understand that the imposed neglect and disregard of my body was also detrimental to my sense of wellbeing. Then there was a major stop, disaster hit. I was in a car accident, catapulted out of the passenger seat, landing on the opposite side of the road. I received multiple injuries and returned home two months later, then commenced a long rehabilitation process
Questions began to arise, why were we here in this life on this planet and what were we truly meant to be doing? Perhaps my parents had never asked those important ‘why’ questions nor their parents nor their parents before them. I was just living in the not knowing from a fed belief that to survive meant to work hard or to better oneself, whatever that may mean.
There was very little written material about the true reason for being here in this existence easily accessible to the public. This changed dramatically at the end of the last century and is available to all now, but only if we ask for the truth!
In truth, we are all everything, there is no better or more. Our magnificent essence is always there but has been repeatedly covered over, lifetime after lifetime by an imposing energy that dictates our every thought and every move.
As the closing of this incarnation draws closer it is time for me to reflect, to take the lessons learned to heart, to lovingly care for and deeply nurture my body, to live with a heart full of appreciation for God and the Ancient Wisdom teachings.
Avril McK
Australia
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Never asking or having a single clue as to who I was or what life was about, hard work became my way.
The imposed ideals and beliefs about having to work hard, to make something of myself, of my life were at the forefront of my everyday existence, there was no room for fun and laughter, for I was encapsulated in the firm grip of my conditioning.
The formative years of my childhood had been spent mostly on my own therefore the ‘why’ word had not become a part of my vocabulary. This is a crucial time in a child’s life as they learn more rapidly in those years than at any other time.
I was very naive but because children observe all and feel energy, would have learned hard work from my parents, all of my environment, from watching the birds and bees in the garden and I unwittingly followed suit.
When I married, we purchased an old rundown farmhouse in need of much renovation. A massive vegetable garden and flower beds all with an abundance of weeds and bugs. Firewood for cooking and warmth needing to be collected, cut, then stacked in the shed. Animals to feed, pastures to keep healthy and fences to be kept in good repair, plus a mountain of other chores too numerous to mention.
Hard physical work was applied to my tiny frame, seven days a week, pushing and driving, in constant movement. Caught in this slipstream, the body’s aches and pains ignored. The day’s work continued into the night, either in the kitchen preparing meals in advance or outdoors when spot lights were installed around the outside of the house.
All of this kept me busy covering over my unhappiness, my lack of self-worth, my feelings of never being enough, thus topped off with not understanding my world or the world at large, why we lived and died or why love, harmony and joy were absent from my life.
The body’s femininity, sensitivity and its sacredness, totally ignored. It became a machine, an instrument to be used and abused, never having a thought about its care and wellbeing nor that it is a vehicle to be honoured, cherished and definitely not to be abused.
There was a lack of education around the importance of caring for the physical body,
and my childhood hurts had not been healed, therefore my ears were deaf to my body’s needs. Having never considered that without the body there could be no life, and if not cared for, suffering would ensue.
I have now come to understand that the imposed neglect and disregard of my body was also detrimental to my sense of wellbeing. Then there was a major stop, disaster hit. I was in a car accident, catapulted out of the passenger seat, landing on the opposite side of the road. I received multiple injuries and returned home two months later, then commenced a long rehabilitation process
Questions began to arise, why were we here in this life on this planet and what were we truly meant to be doing? Perhaps my parents had never asked those important ‘why’ questions nor their parents nor their parents before them. I was just living in the not knowing from a fed belief that to survive meant to work hard or to better oneself, whatever that may mean.
There was very little written material about the true reason for being here in this existence easily accessible to the public. This changed dramatically at the end of the last century and is available to all now, but only if we ask for the truth!
In truth, we are all everything, there is no better or more. Our magnificent essence is always there but has been repeatedly covered over, lifetime after lifetime by an imposing energy that dictates our every thought and every move.
As the closing of this incarnation draws closer it is time for me to reflect, to take the lessons learned to heart, to lovingly care for and deeply nurture my body, to live with a heart full of appreciation for God and the Ancient Wisdom teachings.
Avril McK
Australia
If you enjoyed this article, you may also like to read:
Accepting Support