When my friend Bentley found out that I was going to
Brazil for work, he decided I needed to read a book called “A Hidden Wholeness”
by Palmer Parker. Not because it was a
book I should read (although he had recommended it before), but because his
copy of the book had traveled with other friends to Europe and Africa and he
decided that it needed to go to South America with me.
Well, he is right.
I do need to read it. It really is the step BEFORE Brene
Brown’s book. It’s about why we are not
whole so that we can’t live whole-heartedly.
It’s all about how we learn as children to shield off who we really are
at our soul’s level to protect our self.
And that it is our life’s journey to return to that wholeness.
He talks a lot about integrity, which has always been a
favorite word of mine. I like to think
of someone who lives with integrity and strives for more integrity. But what is that word? It is all about integer (a whole number, if
my math memory serves me right) and integral (being whole). It is about being whole with ourselves.
I thought I was whole.
But the more layers I uncover, the more unwhole I realize I have
been. That’s the thing about therapy and
becoming healthier—is that you can’t unsee what you find. In a way, I wish I could go back to being
more naïve. But, I can’t—and I don’t
really want to.
Parker cites some examples of us living a divided life:
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We refuse to invest ourselves in our work,
diminishing its quality and distancing ourselves from those it is meant to
serve.
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We make our living at jobs that violate our
basic values, even when survival does not absolutely demand it.
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We remain in settings or relationships that
steadily kill off our spirits.
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We harbor secrets to achieve personal gain at
the expense of other people.
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We hide our beliefs from those who disagree with
us to avoid conflict, challenge and change.
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We conceal our true identities for fear of being
criticized, shunned or attacked.
I’m coming up on one year since I left my
marriage—December 6th. It was
a TERRIBLE time to leave—seriously, 3 weeks before Christmas? All I knew was that I HAD to leave. My soul was screaming. I had to get OUT. Because I’m me, I had a goal of the separation
period—to find Christine. What I found
was that Christine was alive, but buried—and she didn’t want to be. I was not whole—and I wanted to be. I take some comfort that, even when my head
didn’t know what it wanted, my soul was screaming for it and compelling me to
do it.
So I’m taking a detour, via Brazil, to read “A Hidden
Wholeness.” And to continue my journey
to becoming more whole. Thank you for
being with me on the journey.
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