We all carry some degree of self-blame, ways we accuse or
condemn ourselves. Often these feelings come from our childhood, where we were
blamed for mistakes we made. It’s sad how other people’s blame of us can turn
into our blame of ourselves, which then often becomes our secret shame, and can
keep us from the happiness we want. When we blame ourselves, it’s then easy to
go to step two, which is unworthiness. Rather than seeing ourselves as good
people who made mistakes, we can easily choose toxic blame which says we didn’t
make mistakes, we ARE the mistakes. With toxic self-blame, there is the deep
and hidden feeling that we don’t deserve to be happy and free.
Joyce Vissell, RN, MS & Barry Vissell, MD have been a couple since 1964. A nurse and medical doctor, their main interest since 1972 has been counseling, healing and teaching. As a result of the worldwide interest in their books, they travel internationally teaching about personal growth, relationship, parenting and healing. They are the founders and directors of the Shared Heart Foundation, a nonprofit organization dedicated to changing the world one heart at a time.
Friday, January 30, 2015
The Screen Free Day: A Great Gift
When
our son was young, one of his closest friend’s mother was a rabbi at the local
temple. I was especially fascinated by how this family observed each Sabbath.
They truly rested for 24 hours from Friday sundown to Saturday sundown. They
did not answer the phone, except if those calls involved their son. So if I was
calling about logistics for the day for volleyball or going skiing and taking
their son, they would pick up the phone. They would not answer all other calls,
except emergencies. They did not go on their computer at all. They allowed
their bodies and minds to rest and be recharged. I thought it was the loveliest
of all traditions and I admired them greatly for doing this.
My Love of Solitude and My Fear of Aging
Typically once a year I go on a solo adventure. I’m called
by solitude. It balances the deep work I do in the counseling and workshops. My
first choice is being alone with Joyce, the best of both worlds. The two of us
have a beautiful balance of solitude, silence and the delight of relationship.
Being alone with my beloved in the wilderness adds, for me, the element of joy,
the nectar of sensuality, the conversations which become voyages of discovery
into one another’s souls, and the comfort of taking sweet care of each other,
each in our own way. But alas, Joyce is sometimes not up for the magnitude of
my adventures.
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