I’ve been thinking about the slippery concept of destruction lately and how it relates to the human experience. The word destruction typically has only negative connotations in western society but that’s not true of the concept throughout cultures and time. In the instance of Yoga I am familiar with the Dance of Shiva. Shiva is the Hindu god of destruction. This is not a meaningless kind of destruction of simply tearing things apart, but rather the kind of destruction that burns away the dead underbrush to allow for new life to grow.
I have wondered about my own destructive tendencies at times. There have been occasions in my life when I found a problem too sticky or too difficult to face in a linear direct way and so my subconscious turned my behavior destructive in an attempt to force me to look at the very truth that I was trying to evade.
We usually label this process self-sabotage but each knows that the thread weaved through self-sabotage is truth in twisted form pushing its shoots up through the crack in our composure.
So what is the lessen and the gift in self-sabotage? When you find yourself drawn to doing something destructive what if you tried peeling back the cover on that behavior to see what might be the new growth underneath desperately trying to push itself up through your resistance?
I think usually it’s fear we see first, but what is behind that fear? Although the process of destruction is usually painful, scary and dark, I’m thinking maybe it’s only bad in direct proportion to how little we understand about what is trying to be born. Once we know then we can see that process as a birth rather than the writhing agony that it appears to be on its surface if you don’t know what’s going on.
We can of course miss the lesson. I certainly have, more times than not. But if you glance in the rear view mirror some time down the road you can usually see that new patch of forest bright baby green gently swaying in the breeze. The fire was there to make it possible when you couldn’t face it head on.