Monthly Musing – September 2017 – “On the last day of September”
Every year on this day, I find myself
singing the children’s song “Oh, the big ship sails on the alley alley oh”
because the final line of each verse is “on the last day of September”. I don’t know what the big ship was or where
the alley alley oh was either (and neither, it appears does Google), but isn’t
it funny what sticks in your mind from being younger?
I was listening to the radio the other
night and the presenter played a song that I hadn’t heard since my teens. Within a few notes of the song starting, I
remembered all the words, the time of the year, how I felt at the time, the
clothes that I wore … apparently we never forget anything, we just forget how
to remember it.
Some things, though, stick in our minds
and affect our lives for far longer than our childhood years. A sight, a sound, some careless words and our
lives are changed forever; often we don’t recall how or where we heard them but
still they shape the course of our behaviour.
Sometimes there is no harm in this and the outcome is a positive one,
but sometimes it’s not. Human nature is
slanted towards the negative, so the words that tend to colour our lives more
are the ones like “you’re not very good at that,” “ you’re stupid”, “you’re
useless”; words that may be said and forgotten by the speaker but are retained
forever by the person they are spoken to.
As adults, we can understand that those words were only ever a
manifestation of the speaker’s own frustrations, but as children we hear them
and take them to heart quite literally.
Words, once spoken, can never be recalled and the damage is done.
A close friend has trained to be an NLP
counsellor and her work involves looking back through events with her clients
to find the small child inside who became stuck in the moment. It all makes perfect sense when you think
about it – if you can remember where you were when you last heard a song, you
can eventually remember where you were when you heard something that affected your
life and you can look at it again with adult eyes, which always results in a
different understanding. The small child
inside is free. It’s mind magic.
whilst others are forgotten? I don’t
know the answer, but I do know that it’s part of what makes us human. The mind is a fascinating thing, far more
powerful than I think we ever realise, and yet it is something that we are able
to control by words and experiences. Isn’t
that incredible? And liberating? We can do and be anything we want to be and
our minds can help or hinder us. There
really are no limits, except those of our own making.