Monday, 22 August 2016

Fooling Around at Fogarty's

It is one of the secret treasures of Port Elizabeth and you are now sworn to keep that secret if you are reading this.

If book fanatics hired a pirate and the pirate stored the treasure - then you have discovered it inside Fogartys' book store in Walmer Park shopping Centre, Port Elizabeth.




 Of course my kind of fooling around is looking at books. Each peek offers me a trip of great adventure that I would otherwise not be able to enjoy.

The treasure is not just in the pages, though they be enchanting in themselves.



 The collection of top class treasure is in the old fashioned values that are followed by the owner and the staff.



 The above picture shows the beautiful shop assistant Lindsey Nell doing her magic.

What prompted my desire to share this with the rest of PE and the world was an incident of unashamed eavesdropping that I engaged in recently.

I crept into my secret little bookstore the other day, intent on spending some time adventuring through numerous pages, when I noted a mature gentleman cuddled into the bookshelves. He looked like a skilled cuddler so I was tempted to ask him to cuddle in to me instead. Discounting that notion as possibly inappropriate, I was preparing to walk to the counter to ask a question of the assistant when he beat me to it.

It is not a large shop so overhearing what others say is compulsory. At least, this is what I reason to myself whenever I happen to hear other peoples' conversations. This is what he said;

"I think you have one book on order  and I will take this one today." He raised a book in the air and placed it carefully on the counter top. It was too obscured for me to see the title, so my curiosity remained unsatisfied. He continued, " This shop is great - you always respond to my every request. Whatever I want you find for me you do so. I have never had a problem and you always attend to me. Thank you." 

How often have you heard that in the last year, ten years?

What did the sales assistant reply? "Well thank you, that is our aim. We will always do our best to help you and get the books that you want".

So satisfying to hear. I am not making this up. I stood with my face turned away so they could not see my jaw so seriously dropped in astonishment. This is best service in action.

I could barely contain myself and rushed to the counter as soon as he left and said "He must be related to someone here or you must have paid him to say that"  No, she assured me, he was a regular customer with particular arty crafty interests and the staff enjoyed him as much as he appeared to enjoy them.

"Relish these moments"  I said to myself in appreciation. A small retail store that is threatened by several mega chain stores, is holding their own through excellent, respectful, caring service. These moments inspire me. I turn to them when I am feeling overwhelmed by bad news out there and in my own life. In fact, they sustain me. I basked in the mutual appreciations flying around the store and left buoyant and skipping. Actually, the old knees would not take the skipping, but you know what I mean.

Wednesday, 17 August 2016

An Island of Beauty.

There are some people on this planet who go about their business quietly.

Vincent Chizawari is one of these creatures. He moves with quiet grace. His hands do a slow, steady dance, moving here and there as if they know what to do without the person behind them intervening in any way. Miracles appear from these hands, the raw material is his dance partner, sharing the unheard rhythms to cooperate in creating beauty.

Entering a large general store in Port Elizabeth, one does not expect to be confronted with a little section of heaven. One expects the usual clash and clamour of shopping trolleys, the irritable crowds and the unattractive shelves and banners of the typical supermarket. If those are present, they go unnoticed.

Mr Chizawari is the centre of  his island of beauty  on the left of the entrance to one of South Africas'  major supermarket chains - Pick n Pay, in the Walmer Park shopping centre in Port Elizabeth.

He creates a feast for the eyes like this:




And miniature versions like this:



I have spent most of the last 6 years unemployed and very partially employed, dealing with trauma and sheer desperation.  I found myself a few years ago standing in front of his sea of flowers, relishing the serenity, the delicacy of colours and textures and the sheer exuberance of the beauty of the blossoms and their harmonious constructions.



I now take every possible opportunity to seek the restoration of my soul, there, at Mr Chizawari's creations.  His work is a wonderful example of heart in action, of a job that his talent and heart has made into a service to humanity. Thank you Mr Chizawari.




Sunday, 7 August 2016

Momsie Must Fall.

As I pulled my car into the driveway, Guru Momsie sauntered up to greet me. 
"How was the neighbourhood watch meeting?" I asked her as we walked to the front door. 
 She tossed her head with mild amusement. "Old Billy from number 23 said it was time
 the government was booted out because crime has only increased since they came in to power. 
He ranted for 30 minutes and thankfully someone suggested we have early tea. 
Aunty Jo then said that she knows who the petty thieves are, because she has been watching. 
We all stood in stunned silence.' It's Billys grandchildren' she triumphantly informed us. 
Billy threw a fit and walked out, and Aunty Jo burst into tears because she meant it as a joke."

"So the list of decisions and actions needing to be taken will wait for another month?" I sighed.

She nodded in affirmation, and said in a hesitant tone. 
"You know I do not approve of the violence and immature behaviour shown on most television
 programmes and movies. And I certainly expect better behaviour from the members of 
the Neighbourhood Watch,  but I guess they are so accustomed to seeing 
the tantrums and poor impulse control day after day on television that they have lost 
any mature skills they might have possessed. But I am seduced and highly entertained 
by the real life drama of my neighbourhood and I wonder if it actually provides better,
 more immediate entertainment for me."

"At what cost?" I asked, feeling the demand of house chores and a gnawing hunger 
requiring my attention. "It's a toss -up right now". Momsie mused.
 "I cannot decide between enjoying the entertainment value 
of my neighbourhoods' addiction to emotionally intense drama and histrionics, 
versus actively creating a Watch system that actually works".  She raised her paws her indecision.

"Well, my dear Guru. It is you who says "Sometimes building a working toilet is more important than 
fighting about it and walking around in the  stench of human excrement' . 
But my hunger was growing so I hastily added;
  "So shall I prepare supper while you check on what needs to be done in the garden?"

"I must be getting old" She tossed her head in self mockery as she walked out the door and  
called back "When your devotees start quoting your own words back to you and they are right!"

She watched me while I ate. "I find it astonishing that you humans have still not cottoned on to 
what this world is all about." She looked at me carefully to see if the food was addressing my mood, 
in case there was a remnant of my irritability waiting to surface.
 I nodded in a carefully constructed un-irritable fashion, not willing to disturb the sensation 
of the taste of the food in my mouth enough to answer verbally. 
I loved it when she spoke about the consciousness of humans. It always fascinated me. 
I have yet to reveal to her that I understand very little. 
After all, she holds a high status and I do not want to disturb her honourable equilibrium.

"This world of yours is such a fascinating mix of emotions, thoughts and physicality. 
Very few of you wondrous beings have realised that most of the power lies in the unseen level of thoughts 
and emotions. So you all remain unconscious slaves to those hidden aspects of self and
then act physically in ways that bring you grief, usually to your shocked surprise."
 I confess to being a bit disappointed. This was not new information. 
I did not let on, I just nodded more thoughtfully while greedily piling more food on my plate.
 "I am sure you are disappointed with what I have just said," Momsie continued, "but I want to add that…"

"I cannot bear it when you do that" I interrupted, exasperated and amused. "It is downright scary".

She laughed, "We have far more time, and I dare say skill,
 to observe and sense your real thoughts than you hominids do. 
Your disappointment was written all over you. Anyway, may I continue?" I gestured my capitulated assent.

"When there is a choice to get something useful done, as in our aborted Watch meeting today, 
members would rather bring all their past issues to bear, dump all their suspicions and bitterness
 into the present and sabotage the current need. Imagine if us felines did that?
 Here I am stalking a bird, and Joey from next door says from an overhanging branch in the tree;
 'you have to give that one to me because my forefathers were victimised by your forefathers' 
or,  'when you  had your kittens they made such a terrible noise that I could not catch a single morsel to eat, 
so you owe me. ' So my lunch flies away and Joey starts a "Momsie Must Fall" campaign".
 I coughed to hide my amusement at her indignation and then choked on my food.

Once I had washed the tears from my eyes, drunk some water and wiped my mouth,
 I asked Momsie what she would do if she had such a challenge from Joey. 
"I would offer some of my meal and then say 'Joey, In all that time you spent  obsessing about 
how you feel victimised by me and others, talking about it, planning to yell at me about it, 
then waiting to yell at me and then yelling at me, and then organizing community protests
and twitter campaigns,  you could have caught at least 3 birds. 
So let us work together to improve our hunting skills'.

No drama. Just Guru Momsie in peace practice.

"And if Joey creates a Momsie Must Fall campaign?" I asked curiously.

 "Then you can create a viral post of pictures of me with the heading 
"Momsie Has Fallen" and there I would lie on the ground, 
fallen into a warm spot of sun. It will fool everyone." She said.

Friday, 22 July 2016

Demo-crassy

"Who you gonna vote for?"

I asked with some trepidation, awaiting Momsie's usual lecture on the right to voting privacy.

 " DEFF" She stated firmly.

 "Sorry, I didn’t quite hear that - say again?"  I asked.

" The DA - you know, the Deteriorating Allies and the EFF - the Excitatory Fulminating Furies…. I am voting for them together." I laughed at her absurdities. In our little South of Africa, we are having our municipal elections. This is what happens to Momsie's brain at such times. As an arch moralizer, she becomes unsettled at the various political shenanigans and, as she puts it " the House Husbands of one of the  ex British Colonies"  (Sadly, most of our politicians are male). She becomes positively speechless  with exasperation at times which is a welcome break for the rest of us. We had not yet reached the speechless stage in this conversation so I settled in for a lengthy listening session.

"You know that as your life psyho-spiritual guide, it behooves me to educate you on the matters of your role in society - including your political role. This is the era of the shift from the shadow to the light." She said, launching into the profound Jungian stuff.

"Ok Momsie, so you are using the language of the famous Psychologist, Carl Jung. I wonder if he would be happy with your commentary of the universality of political roles using his theory of archetypal selves, or universal personality types of all humans, in this context? " I asked thinking I had a good point but I did not want to hear her answer in case she did not agree. I hastily added, if only to show that I was trying to keep up with her in the Jungian stakes; "If the development from an authoritarian perpetrator society  requires of the victimized oppressed exploited masses to rebel, then surely it is a phase - a necessary process, which takes time. As far as I understand it, the roots of our transition from the victim-perpetrator opposites began hundreds of years ago, culminated in more focused action about  50 years ago and supposedly ended with Nelson Mandela as president about 20 years ago."

"Yes and no".  She answered in her usual paradoxical fashion. You would never guess how complex her words are when looking at her benign, rather drowsy gaze.  "20 years ago was the first adult step that the oppositional victim archetype took. The oppositional characteristic of the collective rebel psyche is the main survival coping mechanism of the oppressed.  We grew up with our collective unconscious perceiving all authority, as something to oppose - openly and secretly.  That means that destructive and immoral behaviours like cheating, lying, stealing and  sabotaging were seen as a justifiable way of showing courage. Passive aggressive behaviours like pretending to not know how to do a job so as to slow things down, or not doing a job properly and blaming it on others, became the main ways of acting out against the oppressor.  Some acted out more openly in their oppositionality and obstructionism. A few with more organized violence. It could be argued that the process was successful politically". She paused to see if I was following. I was trying.

"The process for the collective psyche is much slower than the political one and seems to be stuck." She continued, finding her flow. "The oppressed archetypes, which probably includes all those who are not politicians in power,  are still stuck in those behaviours against any and all authority, believing that only when they themselves are the ruling authority, all will be well. This addiction to the rebel archetype, to obstructionism as a show of power, has become the currency, the badge of honour for the rebel hero."

I struggled with articulating my thoughts. "Hmm, but not all people are actively obstructionist, so what happens to my inner rebel if I am not acting it out?"

"If you do not show this obstructionism badge by supporting the leading obstructionists verbally or in membership and action, you are accused of being a traitor at the worst and at best, a cowardly fence sitter or selfish elitist". Momsie said with some sympathy. That stung a bit. I have been so accused.  "But it sounds like you are saying that being obstructionist, which included all those horrible things of lying, cheating, stealing, vandalizing, etc are good things to do if you think you are fighting for the rights of the disadvantaged and oppressed." I said, trying to make sense of whether she was understanding or directly supporting obstructionism as a method of action against oppressive authorities.

"Obstructionism does not build skills , knowledge or services. It engages with celebrity style emotionalism. The drama of the intensity of the victim who becomes the bully while still claiming to be the victim.  Like all bullying, this behaviour holds everyone trapped in extreme emotions and behaviour. Those around are forced to act more extremely to contain the histrionic behaviour to prevent further destruction.  This gives the bully  even further ammunition to claim that they are being treated badly. Rule by chaos, the true anarchists aim, is purely that in their lack of skill and accomplishment in constructing knowledge, skills and services, they find destructive ways to address their own unconscious and conscious feelings of helplessness. They then feel empowered by the mayhem that they have caused as it becomes the main indicator that they have had some effect on the world. The notion of "We shall make this country ungovernable" as many of these archetypes say, is the reaction of their greed. ' If I cannot have what I want, I will make sure that you cannot have it either'  is their attitude. Of course, their longer term aim is to take over when there is a power vacuum".

"Oh Momsie"  I sighed anxiously. "it cannot be that simple or hopefully not that depressing. Are you saying that people who are demonstrating and protesting and marching out of meetings are all not taking responsibility for their actions? It seems like you are saying they cannot do so because their past has programmed them to unconsciously act according to their rebel survival instinct?"

"Think about it by looking at how ordinary citizens go about constructing their lives quietly step by step. They show patience in attending to the needs of their family day by day. They use fortitude to endure their hunger, the cold, the long walk to seek work. They show compassion for their fellows and help out with the little they have for the neighbours who have no bread or who need a blanket or a warm fire. They have chosen to face their challenges in a supportive way. All the while the obstructionist  noisily creates chaos, shouting out their claims of power through the evidence of their destruction. Some of the voiceless fall for this glamour. They are deafened by the booming cacophony of the rebels who seduce them into believing that oppositional disruption is the mark of power.  The rebel archetype needs to make life into a continuous battle to retain the position of the rebel leader. And yes, this is an essentialist way of understanding which also generalizes and possibly oversimplifies. I am using it as a thinking skill, not a diagnosis to be tested in a laboratory or a court of law. Whether we choose to be conscious is up to each one of us. Our archetypal 'survival' programming occurred unconsciously as we grew up and influences us in adulthood as individuals, and in large groups. So we are all in it whether we like it or not. 

I was not sure that I liked that last bit. I can possibly own my inner obstructionist, but lying, cheating and stealing? These are not things I do, but Momsie assures me that we all have the potential for all behaviour.

 Momsie was staring into the distance and I thought she had finally nodded off. No, she suddenly sneezed as if launching archetypal viruses into the air to help me along. She continued "In the obstructionists world, the amount of people who suffer and the loss of resources due to burning and other acts of vandalism does not matter to them. The ends in their chaotic emotionally narcissistic minds, justifies the means. The lying, cheating, stealing, burning, hurting, blocking, destroying is done for a good reason, they would argue. ' Holding the entirety of society to ransom is important', they say,' until we get what we want'. The crass demonstrations are compulsive for this archetype as they have limited constructive skills. Their egos are only identified with rebellion against authority." Momsie licked herself as if trying to soothe the wounds of the rebels' ego or lick herself clean from their toxic energies.

She looked at me with her huge green round eyes, always filled with an unfathomable depth and waited to see if I wanted to respond. I was digesting her words still, so waited for her to continue.

"The DEFF party archetype makes so much noise that they can no longer hear anyone else. They possibly did not want to hear in the first place because they are really addressing their own need for glorification under the guise of concern for others. I find even my inner rebel wishes to run out and throw stones and set something alight. Just because watching this stuff resonates with the lowest of my coping skills  and giving vent to my aggression has been granted permission by their actions. But I am not here to just release my lowest nature. I am here to develop my highest nature. Which now, is a desire to invite you, my dear hominidess, to support the carers and peacemongers in this world. Although, of course if you wish to engage in crass demos and join the DEFFness, I respect your right to self-determination".

I was all geared up to defend the right to protest and the right of protesters who are not destructively intended to continue their protests, when I realised that she was only focusing on those who engage in outward destructiveness or an implied threat of physical force. She was not challenging the right of people to engage in peaceful protest. I felt I had to make the point anyway. "By the way"  I said, waiting to see if she was concentrating, "Not all Deffies or whichever, whatever people who protest are fully in their obstructionism. Maybe some are already getting tired of that particular destructive style". She smiled and nodded in agreement.

To counteract my descent into gloom, I needed to understand how our inner rebel archetype evolves .

"Can the rebel obstructionist archetypes within us move into the cooperative constructionist? Can they become the supporting, nurturing, caring and working together type to help the sick and old, the cold and hungry? To learn the knowledge and skills and contribute to those services? Would they name themselves the CCC's - The Compassionate, Co-operative Constructionists?" I asked Momsie with hint of desperation in my voice.

 "Now that is up to each one of you to put into practice if you so choose" Said Momsie firmly. "The essence of every intention and action each day, is whether you choose harm or harmlessness".

She stretched and yawned and said:

"Now, I am going to demonstrate my inner guru archetype by curling up in the pot plant in the corner and meditate in the sun so I can dream up more solutions for you homonids ".


Bloggeration.

Welcome to my Transformational Choices blog.

When Wobble, a dear friend of mine, heard what I was going to name the blog, she sighed volubly. "Is that not too heavy a name for the blog?" She asked, somewhat hesitantly, uncertain as to whether I was in a defensive mood or not.

I concede that perhaps it was. I do think that my creativity and positivity will win through though. She was quite satisfied when I mentioned the title of the first blog that features Guru Momsie, called 'Demo-crassy".

I will blog mainly about transformational choices in personal development, looking at the mind, emotions, health and wellness. My Cognitive Behaviour Therapy work over the last 30 years has me studying how the brain works and how we can use self narrative and positive attention to work on the things we want. These CBT studies came after I started studying many wisdom traditions, particularly Buddhist wisdom, so look out for lots of tips on how train our brains, feelings and behaviours to lead transformational lives.

I am also fascinated by the choices we make in how we attend to and construct the society around us. So my other pet areas are transformational learning and education, and transformational social services.

I cannot promise to limit the subject matter so my passion for helping to beautify places to bring peace and ease,  will feature décor posts that achieve just that.  Oh, yes, and I adore Port Elizabeth and the Eastern Cape, so life and living here will also be featured.

My trusty, wise, magnificent Guru - Momsie is my regular contributor. She might not feature in all my posts but some of you may enjoy her contributions. As a social commentator she loves psycho-analyizing society - all aspects of it, according to weird and wonderful theorists. Ok, maybe Carl Jung is not so weird but who has ever heard of Manfred Max-Neef? Well, keep checking in here and you are likely to read all about him and many more from Momsie who claims to not only know all about everything, but also to be a great Blogologist (someone who studies blogging and thinks they know it all). I cannot promise to leave any subject matter untouched, other countries, the cosmos. Hey, I am addicted to learning and there is no cure for that. As far as I know. (Please do not contact me and tell me about a cure you know because even though I am not in denial, I am happy in my addiction right now).

Wobble was not finished with me. "Now Licia, you are one of the most private people I know. Would it not be wise to use a pseudonym?"  Good point, my dear friend. You might be right, but at this moment, I do not know how to do that technically, so I shall forge ahead.


Momsie has a lot to say about the impending elections. So follow me and read the next installment; "Demo-crassy".