#4 The Weather of Our Emotions

[WRITTEN IN FRENCH BY ISABELLE CARATTI AND TRANSLATED BY ME. ALL PAUL AND PABLO STORIES ARE AVAILABLE FOR LISTENING ON SPOTIFY WHERE THEY ARE NARRATED BY LEXIE BEBBINGTON.]


We don’t see any point in trying to control the weather.  Why then are we tasking ourselves with the impossible job of controlling our emotions?
Along with Paul and Pablo, let’s explore our inner weather,  and what lies beyond the clouds and storms of our emotions. 

Pablo’s bored. There’s no end in sight for this pandemic, and he’s running out of ideas to keep himself busy and entertained.
“All this because of a silly virus,” he grumbles. “It’s so tiny we can’t see it. But it’s a big pain! I want to play with my friends! And what about mom? I want her to come home!”
Pablo’s mom was in South America on business when the lockdown was imposed, and there’s no news yet as to when she will be able to fly home. All borders are closed for now and Pablo misses her. A lot.

“Let’s go out in the garden, Pablo,” suggests Paul, “those patio chairs could sure use a good cleaning.”
Pablo puts his shoes on and is out in a flash. Having forgotten about his friends already, he grabs the hose and gets to work. Paul follows him slowly. He too misses Pablo’s mom, and thinking about how long it could be before she’s back has really started to get him down.  

Father and son start cleaning the chairs, each following their train of thoughts: Pablo, excited and full of oomph, and Paul, tense and feeling rather empty.  
Pablo, who, a few seconds before, was scrubbing vigorously, feels his good mood deflate and slip away with a splash. The second chair refuses to look as clean as the first. Why won’t it clean properly? What’s wrong with this brush?! He throws it on the ground and blurts out, fighting back tears:
“I don’t want to clean anymore! I hate it! It’s boring!” 

Startled by his son’s outburst, Paul blinks himself back to the present moment. He walks over to his son and gives him a big hug. It’s been a long day for them both. Paul takes a deep breath and looks up at the sky.
“The sun’s been out all day, right, Pablo?” asks Paul.
Reluctantly, Pablo nods. “Yep, it’s been kind of warm too.”
“And now, there’re a few clouds blocking the sun and it’s a bit darker and cooler, than it was earlier?” continues Paul. “Why do you think that is?”

Pablo doesn’t understand the question. “What do you mean, Dad?” he asks.
“Do you think clouds show up because there’s something wrong with the sky?” answers Paul. “Or that the sun was not strong enough to stop the clouds from showing up?”
Pablo giggles, “No, Dad, the sky’s got nothing to do with it. It’s just clouds! They come and go. They hide the sun for a while, that’s it. It doesn’t mean there’s anything bad going on.”

His excitement is returning. “Do you mean it’s ok to get upset and sad? It’s not my fault, it’s not bad?”
At that very minute, clouds clear and the sun returns. Pablo squints and bursts out laughing. He gets it.
“Feelings come and go, Dad, like clouds in the sky. There’s nothing wrong with me or with anyone! It’s ok to have clouds.  They can’t hurt the sky, or the sun, or me!”

 
Our emotions are the weather showing up in the sky of our experience. Whatever the storm, the sun keeps shining, as bright as ever. However dark the clouds, they shall pass and do not have the power to damage the sky. There’s no need to control our emotions because, like the weather, they do this perfectly well on their own.

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