As I sit here writing this post the Bulldogs and the Eels are locked in furious combat on the playing field, the noise is quite loud so I am not quite sure how it is that I don’t find it particularly distracting. For those not in Oz I am referring to Rugby League Football, the players for the most part are huge and it can be a pretty brutal game. But it is also very skillful if you understand the rules of engagement and Australia has lots of great players, there was a time when I felt bereft at the end of a sporting season, it gave me hours of enjoyment earlier in my life.
So even though I don’t follow any of it anymore, it has an almost comforting feel for me, the sound of a game of football, strange but true. It can never replace being actively involved in your own life but I do think that there is a place for taking the time to appreciate the amazing gifts and talents that such athletes display. I’ve written before about the way in which Ayrton Senna the great Formula One driver was a role model for me and for my brother, being inspired by incredible people can be a wonderful motivating force in life.
But at the end of the day it is where that inspiration takes you that really matters, at some point we all need to make some kind of meaning out of our lives, even if that meaning is simply to have a good life. Being yourself was a big part of the positive message I used to get from following Senna, “Be yourself, everybody else is taken!” said Oscar Wilde.
I’m doing my best to take my own good advice, and if the sound track is sometimes the roar of the crowd and the sound of the ref’s whistle, then so be it. There’s four minutes to go and it’s become a bit of a slaughter but some nice play from the dominating team so goodnight from me!
Even before I began my conscious shamanic journey, I was beginning to develop that larger part of self, through tarot readings, automatic writing, and an instinctive urge to express long suppressed feelings. I had no idea what I was doing, but I followed my intuition and flowed into the places that it took me to. I wrote poetry to express what I was feeling, and that really came in handy when Ayrton Senna was killed in front of my eyes on a race track in Italy in 1994.
I had been obsessed with him, and I was totally grief stricken for weeks afterwards, I cried and cried and wrote many poems to express the intensity of my feelings. At the time I was focused on the loss of this man who had been a kind of role model for me, I was certainly attracted to him but it was his passionate determination to be himself no matter what anyone else thought, and his integrity that truly inspired me. I know now that while I was genuinely grieving for Ayrton, along with thousands of people around the globe, I was also releasing grief for my father.
Malidoma Patrice Some.
This concept is well understood in the village that Malidoma Some comes from, he describes a ritual where the immediate family has carers to keep them from harm, so that they can completely let go in their grief. The entire community participates, and there is an understanding that this is an opportunity to release any feelings that people may be holding on to from the past. What a refreshing view of the healing power of strong emotions expressed in the moment, how much would our constipated, uptight, overly structured and regulated society benefit from such practices!
Malidoma Some is an African shaman who brings the knowledge of his people to the Western culture, he is a bridge between the worlds, read his book “Of Water And The Spirit”, you won’t be able to put it down.
And even if you are not into car racing you will love this documentary about Ayrton Senna, my mum loved it and she hates sport!
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