Some more thoughts on the Throat Chakra: How do I express myself? Speech is the vehicle for my thoughts. Do I speak kindly? Do I speak harshly? Am I expressing love and gentleness, or anger, rage and fear? Am I speaking consciously and mindfully? Or am I muttering to myself because I am discontent and venting? My speech has the power to affect other people.
I drive a school bus. Most of the time I am patient, but the children can get under my skin if I am not mindful of my moods and emotions. It is really best to train myself to wear the “Bus Driver hat” and remember that these children are not my own, and that their values are not my own, and so all that I am responsible for is getting them to school safely. To this end, I have learned to be an actor, and divorce myself for this period of time from my more personal reactions to life.
The little boys who misbehave because they have learned to use the “cute” button with their mom -well they are cute, but really, really naughty when it comes to bus safety- I have developed the meanest bus driver face in the world. So when I snarl, “Sit by the window and stay in your seat NOW!”, they hop. Two seconds later, the little girl who accidentally got punched in the eye by the overactive kindergartner across the aisle is receiving the comfort of my mother instinct, and then it is time to leave the school, so we have got to get rolling. That is when I rely on the caring of the other children to get through the bus run. And they do care. They comfort other children in need. This morning I saw the little girl whose grandmother died walking in holding hands with two little boys who had responded from the instinct to be gentlemen.
The point I am making here is learning to be mindful of self expression. Extremely talkative people don’t seem to think too deeply, but babble whatever enters their head. These seems a vacuity on their capacity to be with themselves, and examine their thoughts and their motives for genuine content. When I notice those talkative moments in my self, I want to know what emotion it is I am trying to escape. This could be a good note for the loquacious: What is it that you really want to say? And by the way, if you notice my silence, it is usually because I am just trying to be polite before I find an excuse to sidle away from the boredom you are engendering in me. Yawn! Not to be mean! Then I would have to say it!
And that puts me in mind of all the nonsense about being “politically correct” which is a sure sign that the politician you are talking to is not being germane or authentic! How many lies pass in the way of politeness!
Well, it has been fun writing this blog today. The best prayer I can come up with in the face of all this frivolity is this: