“Daddy, dance with me!”
We were at an outdoor blues concert on a beautiful summer evening. My 5 year old daughter, Hanako, was dancing to the music when she asked me to dance with her.
“No, darling,” I said. “Dance with your brother.”
Thinking of dancing made me immediately self-conscious. I was afraid of looking foolish and so, instead of sharing a magical moment with my daughter, I chose to stay in a prison I built myself.
The prisons we carry around with us
We build our prisons out of stories we tell ourselves – and the memories and feelings we replay as we tell those stories again and again. Over time, we come to believe them, and they become as real and hard to break as any prison walls.
Martha Beck, in “Steering by Starlight”, calls them “shackling beliefs.”
“My favorite cartoon shows two haggard captives staring…
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