A radical life changing story of how a woman walks away from her 'norm' seeking ancient knowledge first from the Aboriginal Australians and then finding her path being steered towards Tibetan Buddhism.
It has recently come to my attention that I have lived a lonely life. Now this isn’t something I have thought much about because I’ve been busy getting on with life and keeping myself preoccupied.
Often I have at least 5 different projects on the go….writing blogs, working on business, building websites, writing a new book, doing online marketing, and volunteering with the Wiruungga Organisation, and so on.
So my busy lifestyle has kept me sooo busy that I haven’t even wondered why I feel lonely.
I do feel lonely.
I was born and raised in an individualised society in which personal achievement is a main focus. My friends and family are all focused on making their own achievements and gaining a higher status. When I get together with friends the conversation usually revolves around what they did and how proud they are – and what I did and how proud I am.
Living in an individualised society all my life has made me a very independent person who is confident to tackle any task (nearly) on my own. I guard my time alone and deeply value it.
The problem with an individualised society – for me – is that there is a struggle to get support for things I can’t do on my own … like fixing the vehicle when it’s broken down… or getting a bowl of chicken soup when you’re sick. If you’ve got a tonne of money you can pay someone to help you….but sometimes you’re stuck struggling to do it yourself.
Deep inside I crave a community connection – to feel a sense of belonging.
Following that craving I spent time with a Bama family up North and really got a good feel for what is termed a collectivist society. Not sure if that term wholly fits my experience though.
If I needed something fix on my vehicle – they knew of someone.
If they wanted to go fishing while their vehicle was getting fixed – I drove them.
The main thing was that I wasn’t left alone to sort out things.
Everyone pitched in and helped out. It was fascinating to see and experience. If the dishes needed to be done – someone would step in. If the grandchildren needed to be tended to – someone was there. It was amazing how smoothly it all worked.
When I’m in that environment I do not feel lonely. I feel a sense of belonging. I feel cared for and loved. I think this is because I pitched in when it was needed to – and I looooved helping out! It gave me all these warm and fuzzy feelings inside. 🙂
It’s a wonderful feeling.