Monday, March 14, 2011

A Quiet Time

The experiential learning that we did in class gave me an hour of my life back.  I was able to take back control of the things that were taken away from me.  I could listen to my heartbeat and watch the rise and fall of my chest during each inhalation and exhalation I took.  It was only me.  There was no one to make me feel bad about myself; there was no one to make me feel less.  With this hour of solitude I knew I needed more than that one time in class, I needed to make this hour for myself everyday if I were to truly take back control. 
The dove grasping an olive branch in its mouth is a sign of peace.  I am looking for this sign that things will turn out alright, but I need to start making my own peace and serentiy.  This is something you cannot go out and find, you need to make it happen.
Moreover, I have been going through some really rough times with my roommates to the point where I end up crying myself to sleep and stay at Carlow until night.  I do not feel appreciated, I feel rejected physically and wounded emotionally.  It is a toxic place to live, but it is the only place I have right now during school.  To find an hour of solitude is almost impossible in this place.  Thus, I looked for other means to find my peace, but it was hard.  However, I do find peace the peace I so desperately need while I exercise in the gym or sit on the bus.  It is not the hour that I strive for or the perfect environment of serenity, but for now it works for me. I need a mental and physical escape, and this experiential learning gave me to first step to taking back what rightfully belongs to me. 

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