The child within whining

Because of Easter it is a coming and going of family and friends in the house of the cousin in the small town of Nowy Sacz in Poland.
Who are all most pleased to meet a person related to them who comes from far away.
But who doesn’t speak Polish and after a polite 5 minutes of chatting in either English, German or French, quickly the conversation changes into Polish.

That always becomes lively but someone who doesn’t understand Polish has no clue what they are talking about.
If it goes on too long and the presence serves no more purpose and it all becomes very boring, it is no problem for anybody when there is a retreat and the job of scanning negatives is continued.

Yesterday a couple came for tea but that soon changed for whiskey.
She was what is called a well-proportioned lady.
In other words, a fat woman.
A local dentist and single.
He was her brother in law and a graphic designer: lean and athletic.

How loud and dominating this woman was.
Later cousin Jerzek explained she was single because until now she considered no man good enough for her.

At a certain moment cousin Jerzek proudly put 3 of the photo books of the family photographer on the table for the visitors to see.
As the following conversation was all in Polish, obviously the role of observer of the situation was the only thing left to do.
Usually people ask questions when they see the books or the comments are understood.
But this time it was like being in a cocoon.
Where emotions were reaching anger level.
This was not because of the man.
He had told he had been studying at the Academy of the Arts in Cracow, Poland.
Hence, he had a certain artistic background.
And this could be seen.
Carefully he turned the pages of the books and studied every image he saw.
Obviously he had never seen this kind of photography and his body language said he was surprised and amused.

However, the woman had a book and turned the pages but without looking at the images at all.
She was just talking with this loud voice and watching the persons listening to her.
Telling stories how she is in competition with another local female dentist.
Having zero interest in the photo book.
This made the author rage.
Getting very upset with that lady.

To see a book, made by the person present, and then so clearly show disinterest and disdain was too much to take.

Some people have temperament.
Which means a sudden rising of emotions triggered by an event.
It is like hand warm water suddenly starts to be boiling hot.
And this blinds the temperamental person who consequently does things later deeply regretted.
The thought came up, while in the boiling water, to stand up, go to the fat lady, rip the book from her hands and say:
“You are not worth to see my books”.

However, this would have been completely in violation with the spiritual side and with all the philosophies that are sold here on the website and in the many e-mails to dear friends.
Therefore the technique learned from yoga teacher Kixe Grau in Cadaques, Spain was adapted.
To breathe deeply in and let the air go out slowly and become centred again.
Therefore the teachings learned from wise and balanced friend Karine Versluis were adapted.
To realize that each person has a way in life and that your own way and that of others should be respected and not mixed up.

It was an arduous experience.
The childish side inside who wants everybody to love the books and praise them as the best.
And the grown up side that accepts that every person has a way and that this should not affect the own mountain to climb.

This experience showed there is still a child inside.
Who doesn’t get in the way anymore.



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