In my cohousing community we regularly have to "parent in public." Some days the toddlers come home from preschool sobbing and wailing with their weary parents in tow, and the whole neighborhood is reminded of themselves at that age because of the pedestrian oriented design of the village. In community we are forced to "normalize tantrums." It has the curious effect of taking their power away, and lessening the grip of the 'tantrums' we continue to experience as half-baked adults.
Grateful and I think unfortunately the way we're often repeating problems is to engage with material like this intellectually. I mean, it's delightful as a thinking experience. Enjoying it more as a meditation in pieces as I watch petals fall from a tree, noticing the odors of gasoline and wet soil, feeling what it might be to let go of my own learning. Wondering if any of us can fully sense this without being in the patterns of growing, tending, composting, and engaging with manure.
In my cohousing community we regularly have to "parent in public." Some days the toddlers come home from preschool sobbing and wailing with their weary parents in tow, and the whole neighborhood is reminded of themselves at that age because of the pedestrian oriented design of the village. In community we are forced to "normalize tantrums." It has the curious effect of taking their power away, and lessening the grip of the 'tantrums' we continue to experience as half-baked adults.
Grateful and I think unfortunately the way we're often repeating problems is to engage with material like this intellectually. I mean, it's delightful as a thinking experience. Enjoying it more as a meditation in pieces as I watch petals fall from a tree, noticing the odors of gasoline and wet soil, feeling what it might be to let go of my own learning. Wondering if any of us can fully sense this without being in the patterns of growing, tending, composting, and engaging with manure.