Years ago a therapist suggested to me that a relationship,
or a marriage, is a container. She was helping me to see that I needed to get
in that container with my partner and be held by the relationship itself even
when I could not be held by the other person. I loved the idea immediately.
I later began to think of my marriage as a bowl. I collect
old yelloware bowls of all sizes and I especially like the big ones used for
mixing. Bowls are containers, relationships require mixing, and sometimes
relationships require kneading, time to rise, punching down and rising again.
A container. Or a mixing bowl. That’s what commitment gives
to a relationship. It holds the space. Not having a commitment means you can
drift and slip and slide. It’s similar I think to the constraints of poetry. A villanelle
or a sonnet is a container and by being forced to stay in the container creativity
is unleashed.
David Richo, in his book, “How to Be an Adult” writes about
relationships in a similar way. He says, “A working relationship is a crucible
in which the human tasks of holding on and letting go can be fulfilled.” We
have to hold on and let go at the same time. Marriage creates the container,
the bowl, the crucible, which allows two adults to hold on and let go over and
over.
1 comment:
I collect bowls too, and like to use them as often as possible. I like the metaphor of containment, limits are important for all kinds of reasons. The fact that I can't be everywhere and have everything has been an important lesson in my sobriety.
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