Fences only restrain those willing to be held. What fences bind you? Do you build your own containment center, whether it is through avoidance or protection? I see people behind their cell phone fences every day; eyes locked, instead of looking up to speak a simple greeting of "Hi". I know those that have strung barbed wire around their lives after being hurt once, but hurt too much to bear.
I am guilty too, although my first response to a fence --or anything that tries to stop me or bind me, whether my own self, another, or circumstance--is to clamber over it before I even know why it is there in the first place. Show me a "No trespassing" sign, and in the next instant, I am behind it! However, when I realize I've created my own detainment center in my heart or soul, I do my best to start tearing it down. Sometimes I am successful. I don't want barriers to my happiness or peace, and when I choose self-protection over love, procrastination over completion, avoidance over risk, I am stuck behind my own fence instead of enjoying freedom. Another challenge is when meeting others who have extremely high fences yet claim authenticity, or just lack so much self-awareness that they have no idea of the front they put on. Yes, even I am afraid of being hurt, but it hurts me worse to live a life that lacks authenticity; yet this is our cultural heritage. We build walls around our homes and around our country. What we seek to keep out only creates our own jail. I've learned that my heart always heals and love is abundant. I've learned not to fence in my Self or my love. I've learned to look within for my own self-created barriers. The only thing that restrain me is self-created.
Think on that.
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The Truth about Fences
by Sonja Johanson
"They only hold in those who are willing
to be held. Horses prove it all the time,
unlatching gates in their idle moments.
I once saw a cornered ewe leap a six
foot buck fence because she didn’t feel
like going where the border collie wanted
her to go. She wasn’t even afraid.
When they were young, I took the children
to the state animal farm. Every inhabitant -
begging raven, crippled otter, trained bear -
had become too used to humans. The biggest
draw was the cow moose. We gaped as she
browsed in a swale behind the tissue paper
of some hurricane fencing. The game warden
explained it wasn’t so much that they kept her
as that she didn’t mind staying."