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      <title>On Control</title>
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Last week, the day after losing my spiritual mentor of ten years Zev 
Ben- Yakov, I went to Knott&amp;#39;s Berry farm with a girlfriend. We went to 
the park with one pursuit: enjoy those rollercoasters. If you haven&amp;#39;t 
been to Knott&amp;#39;s in some time, it&amp;#39;s Knott, I mean &amp;#39;not&amp;#39;, the same 
innocent park it once was. These rollercoasters are monstrous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930398"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930400"&gt;I found myself carrying a lot of grief with me that day, naturally
 I was still processing the shock and grief of unexpected bereavement. 
Zev had been so kind, so gentle, so full of love, I felt the best way I 
could honor him was to keep my plans that day to go to Knott&amp;#39;s Berry 
Farm, and to return to a childlike state of  the zest for life derived 
from letting go and having fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930401"&gt;There are no words to 
describe the monstrosity of some of these beasts, I mean rollercoasters.
 Perhaps you wonder why a spiritual psychologists sits here blogging 
about an amusement park and rollercoasters. These rides became *great* 
teachers, lessons, and inspirations that I have found myself referencing
 multiple times a day for the past week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930402"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930404"&gt;I 
observed how my body held the fear. We knew what we were in for each 
time we sat down for a ride. On a particular ride, it was clear we were 
gonna be knocked all around, upside down, twist and turns in circles and
 all around. As we took off at way too many miles per hour, I found my 
hands clutching the harness as if somehow I clutched it hard it enough I
 could will the ride to stop. Everytime was a meditation on control: 
&amp;quot;Sara, relax. Let go. Trust. Release. Let life take it&amp;#39;s course&amp;quot;. This 
was the meditation on each and every ride: how to surrender my desire to
 control, how to trust that it was all alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930405"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930407"&gt;What
 happens when we want to control? Who do we become? I have learned since
 Knott&amp;#39;s, that when I feel a loss of control due to perceived 
environmental threats my 
body tightens and contracts. It is truly and clearly an instinctive 
response, and I am curious about it&amp;#39;s efficacy. In yoga, my 19 years on 
and off practice, the mat and teachers around the world have had one 
continuous theme, soften into the pain, release the control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930408"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930410"&gt;In
 life we can harden against the pain as protection, and we can also 
soften into it. It&amp;#39;s not to say either way is better, but as a 
psychologist and spiritual healer, I typically endorse the latter: 
finding ways to soften, rather than harden into our hardships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930411"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930413"&gt;What
 if..... we can surrender to the pain, the loss of control, the 
invariable hardships. What does it even mean or look like to surrender? 
How is this even done?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930414"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930416"&gt;I believe it starts by 
humbling ourselves. In our own quiet time, finding ways to be honest 
with ourselves: &amp;quot;I am really acting this way towards this person because
 I am terrified of X, Y and Z&amp;quot;. What if we can sink into the heart, 
into the truth of ourselves... by being honest with our motives- even if
 they are not always pretty. In fact, they probably will not be.&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930417"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930419"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930421"&gt;Socially,
 we are given a myriad of messages about how and who we &amp;quot;should&amp;quot; be, what 
is proper, what is appropriate. And who we really are inside is not 
always congruent with what is presented by the media. We may have greedy 
motives, mounds of fear that we never identified, deep insecurities, or 
significant judgment on others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930422"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930424"&gt;And all of 
this returns us to one concept: control. How and why do we attempt to 
control ourselves, our bodies, our lives, the people around us? What are
 we seeking by wanting to control, and what happens when we stop, relax 
our compositions, and let life be. Aren&amp;#39;t those our greatest moments? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-10930425"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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      <link>http://www.drsaralederer.com/blog/2010/08/15/On-Control.aspx</link>
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      <pubDate>08/15/2010 00:30:00</pubDate>
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