你回到客廳的舒適，陽光的溫暖照耀進來。你心想，生活在有著更多小磚頭的城市當中, 也沒什麼大不了的。 沒問題，至少你家又是平靜的了。你以甘菊茶撫慰自己，嘗起來有淡淡的蜂蜜味，坐在沙發的柔軟舒適中，愉快又慶幸的休息著。又一天，又一次的轉危為安。故事結束了。
The Tea Story ~ The Past Lives In Us
Here is a story for you to help inspire you to begin your healing journey. If you see yourself in it, then it is time to begin your journey soon…
There you are sitting comfortable on your sofa, the morning light shining into your living room window, you sit back to enjoy a cup of tea. a day like any other day, a morning like any other morning. Then a certain odd smell begins to catch your notice. Strangely, it is emitting from the vents of your house. It is the scent of something old, familiar and uncomfortably nostalgic. It is definitely rising up from the basement. You want to know and yet you don’t want to know. You sense what it might be. However you pull back and think, no, it couldn’t be you again. Haven’t I sent you on your way many times before? And yet you realize this is a visitor apparently not easily turned away.
It seems that through each vent, dark cloudy thoughts are arising. You turn to one side, seeing one dark cloud of dust peering through a vent. This cloud is an event from the past. You say, but no you happened 20 years ago, how come you are still around? You turn to another side and to the next cloud of dust, you say more strongly now, I know I left you behind 30 years ago, why are you back? One by one, each vent begins to release a flood of impressions from your past, events that never resolved, relationships that never healing, dreams never pursued, conflicts ignored, emotions repressed. It is overwhelming. Your blood pressure rises; your breath becomes short, your heart races, and your body tense.
You say, but all that was then and this is now. I decided long ago to leave that all behind. And yet you cannot deny what seems to be happening right now. It is happening yet again and now stronger than ever before. As you stand back in awe of the incredulous sight, smoky clouds of time gone past, billowing up everywhere. You realize indeed this is happening. The whole of your unresolved past has chosen this moment to come flooding back in. All that you have stuffed behind the locked doors of my basement is now returning. But not for a mere visit this time, this time it comes as a force to be reckoned with. It takes you a few moments to shake yourself out of bewilderment and direct yourself into clear thinking. You decide now with a spark of focus and conviction,well then, I will do what needs to be done.
You are clever; you sensed a day like this might come. In the den upstairs, you have stored 5 neat piles of heavy cement bricks. One dedicated for each decade of your life. You can hear the rumbling from the vents below; you realize you need to work fast. Hastily, you bring your reserves down to the living room. You have admirable pace, uncanny skill and natural talent for this task it seems. Within only a few short minutes, you manage to block off each and every vent. The rumbling is subsiding slowly now, the smoke clearing gradually. You sigh relief, wait a moment to check if the strong hold of your brick barricades do in fact hold. It seems they do. But you wish to be thorough, so patiently you wait, an hour passes, now two, now three. You conclude yes indeed I am back in the clear again. You sigh sweet relief.
You return to the comfort of your living room, the warmth of the sun shining in. You think, what is a few more brick structures lying around, a little city of them you now live among. It is ok, at least there is peace in your house again. You sooth yourself with a spot of chamomile tea, a touch of honey to taste and sit back into the soft comfort of your sofa for a pleasant congratulatory rest. Another day, another fire out. The End
Do you like that story? Just another story or is it how humans deal with pain they cannot face?