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While my blog is named after a restaurant in Havana I hope to someday visit, here you will find musings, rants, political incorrectness, thoughts on Indian Nationalism, strong straight-forward opinions and tid-bits.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Boundaries

I've read a very interesting piece by an author that I happened to discover yesterday browsing the web. His name is Don Miguel Ruiz. He was born into a family of healers and raised in rural Mexico by a curandera (healer) mother and nagual (shaman) grandfather. In fact since I discovered him, I've gone and bought two of his books at the Fnac.

This article talks about how humans build barriers or boundaries around themselves and what is the origin/reason for these barriers we create. I was pretty amazed by the part where the author talks about building boundaries when we have awareness and when we don't have awareness.

I'm currently undergoing a phase in life whereby somebody close to me exhibits the first kind of boundaries... they have so many little boxes created around everything inside that they perceive as vulnerable, ie. emotional wounds, that its hard to get through to them. Any attempt at emotional closeness is rejected as a matter of self-preservation, the person closes himself in, in an attempt to not get wounded. The author in the article talks about the time when these wounds are healed.... and how then we create a new set of boundaries about us; those that are created with awareness.

My question is: how do these wounds heal? What is the process for throwing away the garbage? Where does it begin? How long does it take for a normal person to heal their normal wounds? By normal I mean someone who has gone through a "normal" life, ie. not been emotionally/physically abused, has lived a generally happy childhood and transitioned into adult life in a "regular" way... How do you learn to fly free again?

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