Friday 18 October 2019

Natural change

Written on Mother's Day, 2009, I was reminded of this poem tonight as I reflected with a friend how much we appreciate the environment we live in, with exactly this view of nature greeting us every day, when we remember to really look.

I watch mindlessly from above
the to-ing and fro-ing,
the hustle and bustle of people,
traffic, coming and going here,
there and everywhere.

It takes a while
for my eyes to lift, and see,
then it hits me -
insignificant scurrying,
incessant worrying,
constant lowering
of my sights.

For there, casually kissing
the horizon, I see
steadfastness,
timelessness,
inarguable solidity
in the stillness of the trees,
in the setting sun,
hills carving a forever line
in the sky,
reflected in the constant caress
of water, slowly flowing.

I want to slow myself down
to the pace of the trees,
the water, the hills.

From day to night,
through seasonal shifts,
despite the onslaught of man,
our faces change.

Slow down.
Be mindful.
To the pace of grace.
Trees, water, hills.
The changes of nature
embraced.

BY JEANETTE JONES

Friday 6 September 2019

Sex and Love in Union



The Me Too movement has certainly empowered women to speak up about unwanted sexual behaviour.  Typically, in the patriarchal paradigm that was the incubator for the Me Too movement, women felt disempowered by men who held a position of power over them in some way and used this power to subjugate women sexually, whether through sexualised language or sexual acts. Through the movement, women are finding their voice to speak out against such situations.

From my observations, many movements to reform societal values often seem to swing to the opposite extreme before finding their true value. Perhaps societal values and habits can sometimes be so entrenched that a shock is required for people to wake up and listen.  Where extreme measures are required, there is bound to be collateral damage.  In the example of the feminist journey, many men felt considerably bruised, battered and hated before the true value of equality became the focus of that movement.

So the question I began to ponder was - what effect has the Me Too movement had on committed intimate heterosexual relationships or, as I will refer to them, unions? 

"I have the right to say 'no'", the empowered woman claims. "If I don't feel like sex, I don't have to feel obliged!"

While lots of loving men may endorse the above statements as fundamentally correct, how are the claims in those statements affecting the sex life of a committed partnership? In my experience, some men are frankly feeling disenfranchised as their female partners pull away from the sexual relationship because they "don't feel like it". And those same female partners are feeling a little bewildered as they honour their feelings, engage with and claim their rights and consequently alienate their male partners.

Imagine a woman (tired, low libido, headache) who has recently engaged her right to say 'no' with her husband in bed. Being respectful, he desists from his advances, and perhaps still spoons her to sleep. However, when this happens repeatedly, he finds himself beginning to feel:
- a little resentful (he is experiencing a thwarted desire);
- unloved (sex makes him feel loved);
- less willing to cuddle her (after all, physical contact with her just leads to his arousal and thus frustration);
and... he doesn't want her to feel pressured.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, his needs are not being met.

Back to the woman: her husband begins to show her less physical affection as a result of her refusing sex repeatedly. She thinks he is being petty, gets annoyed and in turn, shows him less physical affection, perhaps less verbal affection too. Emotionally and physically, he pulls even further away from her. Her needs are not being met. You can see the downwards spiral beginning to take shape, snowballing from her original 'no'.  You can imagine the conversation further down that spiral:
"... but sex is part of the union contract!", he claims.
"Tell me when, where and how I ever agreed to that!", she retorts.
The union itself is coming into question.

Michele Weiner-Davis, in her TED talk “The Sex-Starved Marriage”, outlines for us four stages of sex: desire, arousal, orgasm and satiation. Her research-based claim is that often, the first two actually occur the other way around - arousal often occurs before desire is experienced.  This idea runs contrary to our common contemporary belief in the ‘romantic novel’ kind of love, where burning desire fuels intense arousal which leads to incredible orgasm and utter satiation.  Actually, the idea that various actions have the potential to arouse (or kill) desire is a more realistic and observable way of looking at these initial stages of sex.

So what constitutes an action that will arouse desire?  According to John Gottman, we feel loved in various ways, categorised under these five headings:
·         words of affirmation
·         quality time
·         acts of service
·         receiving gifts
·         physical touch

Gottman encourages us to utilise each language, becoming aware of our own preferred language (and ensuring that our partner knows in detail what they can do to speak it in a way we understand and welcome) and also becoming aware of our partner’s preferred language (and how we can speak it so that they will feel loved).  By doing so, we take actions that at least help our partner to feel loved and perhaps even arouse their desire.

It is also important to note that sexual ‘desire’ (in the way we are referring to it) is only present in two forms of love – eros and ludus.  Seven types of love were originally identified by the classical Greek philosophers Plato and Aristotle.
The following are simple descriptions:
philautia - self-love (can be healthy or unhealthy)
agape - universal/altruistic love
ludus - playful, uncommitted love 
eros - romantic /sexual love
philia - trusted friendship kind of love
pragma - practical, dutiful love
storge - parent/child love, often asymmetrical

What would happen in our unions if we practiced actions that are characteristic of the other forms of love?  In times of illness, we may have to rely on storge as we care for our partner with the love a parent would show a sick child; in times where one partner unintentionally causes hurt, healthy philautia is helpful for us to retain our personal sense of wellbeing; agape allows us to recognise our common humanity and forgive our partner when they hurt us in such a way; when lust has waned, hopefully we have forged philia to fall back on; and through the difficulties of everyday living, perhaps we can simply utilise pragma to keep our union together.

What does all this mean for our united couple?  Either party, caught in the downwards spiral of resentment, anger, distance and division resulting from the repeated, empowered ‘no’ to sexual invitation, can lose the feeling of desire for each other.  That then just adds to the distress of the spiral and contributes to the questioning of the union. By practicing actions corresponding to the different forms of love in whatever love language our partner prefers, my hope is that we will find eros naturally falling into place.

BY JEANETTE JONES

Wednesday 21 August 2019

Bits (written in 2013)

I used to think I could only write poetry when emotional or inspired and couldn't bring myself to do much editing to words thus brought to the page. My thoughts were adjusted on both counts during the retreat. Reading poetry inspired and educated me and studying different techniques opened up new possibilities.

First impressions of paintings either leave me feeling moved or moving on to the next piece. If I'm moved, I linger, look deeper, desiring to answer the hovering question - why? For painter and poet, technical details of memorable pieces can be noted for future practice and practice of a variety of techniques can lead to freedom of creativity.

Seeking Solace (written in 2013)

feel the skin warmth
shrinking from the coming
bite
smell the flower breath
sighing from the day's
exertions
stop all that there is
and watch
this sky-fire
reaching higher
into brooding heavens
the edges of which are
gilt
laced with flame
hiding the depth of
darkness to come
the body of cloud
laden with
tears
to be released when
the source seeks solace
beyond this piece of earth
and the beauty is
spent
BY JEANETTE JONES

Presence and Perspective

Wow.  Last time I blogged here was 2013.  So much has happened.  I am now a qualified psychosynthesis counsellor in the process of establishing a private practice in Tauranga, New Zealand.  My husband and I have two daughters in their teens.

So I am planning to re-establish this blog as a way of recording some of my thoughts about life.

Yesterday, I forced myself to sit down and stop while I ate my lunch.  On our deck, the occasional train rumbles by below, a gorgeous view of estuary and mountains lies before me and from the reserve next door, numerous distinct bird-songs float past me.  As I feel the breeze on my face I try to persuade myself that the long grassy jungle that is our back lawn is in the state it is because of environmental reasons.  Good for the bees, less fuel burned by the lawnmower, the skinks love it and it is so much more natural than a carefully manicured one!  Depends on the perspective I choose to take.  Alternatively, I could allow myself to get really identified with my feeling of annoyance and self-blame (that the lawn hasn't been mown), or if that's too uncomfortable for me, I could project that blame onto any member of my family.  Truth is, it is in the state it is in because... it just is.  Life is happening and the state of the lawn has passed us by over winter.

I notice a young part of me remembering (or is it memories of my children's early years?) what it was like to be so engrossed in the moment, so present, that watching a butterfly flutter past felt like it took an eternity; remembering when a whole school year was like a lifetime.  In some ways, I guess now (at a stage of life when there often seems to be not enough time in the day to do what needs to be done) I idealise the capacity for such focus, presence and carefree time.  For children such a state is natural but as we grow that space can become crowded - if we let it.  Is this a necessary evil of growing older?

I finish my lunch and choose to stay a while longer.  It wasn't so long ago that I had toddlers and was sitting on this same deck with a good friend, desperate for a hand-hold out of the mire of depression I had sunk myself into.  When I wasn't gulping wine to quell the unease, I was present to a whole lot of discomfort.  Being present in this sense involved identification with my state of being.  I was certainly engrossed in what I was feeling to the exclusion of all else, similar to the child state.  However, I was suffering because of it.

My thoughts move to my mother who is nearly 82 years of age, lives an hour's drive away and who I had spoken to that morning.  She doesn't come to visit as often as she used to, getting less comfortable with the difficulties of driving further than just around town. It strikes me that she seems to accept these limitations of her age and stage with a grace and acceptance that I can only hope to share at her age.  Taking her as an example, it seems that it is possible to add more perspective to our quality of presence as we age, with a sense of the old adage "This too, shall pass".  Then again we have all heard of, if not experienced, people who are either over-focussed on the past ("oh, that story again!") or continually worried about the future - non-present perspective-taking run amok..

These were the thoughts that wandered through my consciousness as I sat on the deck eating my lunch.  Initially my thoughts had aligned presence with youth and perspective with aging.  While it is certainly true that the ease of presence is greater when young and that we get more of a sense of perspective on life as we age, my ponderings led me to consider the developmental process from identification to objectivity.  Perhaps what I strive for myself, at the moment anyway, is objective presence balanced with equanimous perspective...


by Jeanette Jones