intercultural meeting last night ... I had to go for a while.
Thinking about a text in small groups, people talk about violence, that of the human face of another human, the lack of solidarity and an end to pessimism can not see the dark side of humanity .
What prevents us from being supportive? What
in our own history, trauma and fears stand locks ... prevent us from knocking on the door where even repeated cries of a child, not to inquire into the silence of a neighbor, thinking that evil is the root note and overriding?
Then a man came to talk about the birth, he has put into words the act of accompanying the birth of a small human. A wise woman, as they are called.
Strange as his words echoed in my head while I, who had mentioned the term "midwife", the day before ... and the beginnings of a shared emotion, finally to accept.
Hosting. Yes. Nice word, but come to think ... Everything is
so that one does not know anymore, pressed the pace, causing more harm than listening. France is one of the few European countries have so few welcoming cultures of different ways to be born, protocols, protocols, C-sections with a shovel ...
man "midwife" spoke of his presence, his role ultimately waiting, to ensure that the other finds its place in front of subject, of course, also to supervise the arrival of its powers of life. It was very fair. There is a question of balance and time to get involved.
When we propose a staging, a formal space for a word as a primal scream that violence is matched only by the need to take your air to breathe and exist
and being in the world and oneself, it is simply accompanying a process, its tempo, its vitality.
The attitude of hosting requires a great setting to listen to yourself as a complete answer to the other, that it aroused in him and in us.
And that's difficult, is not it, to be continuously tuned, if you do not learn to catch his breath?
