Recently a client passionately shared the fact that everything has and needs rhythm. He had many illustrations to support his thought-provoking and scientifically proven theory. However, his suggestion that I was a product of rhythm, the movement of my parents having sex, struck me. I reflected on the melodic and beautifully comforting concept of the moment of conception.
If I had seen that point of view earlier, I would have been more merciful toward my dad and mom. I do my best to consider their sacrifices through my childhood but sometimes I’ll remind myself of my girlish, manipulative behaviors to refresh my deep gratitude. I matured and love my parents for who they are. Within that truth, I’m nourished and able to love myself plus others.
Just days after my client heightened my awareness to rhythm, I asked myself, “What does rhythmic pattern mean”? I read this post on Time Magazine’s website about how our brain craves music. Our emotions are processed in the same part of our brain that music activates. Neuroscientist Valorie Salimpoor experimented with music’s affect to point out that our amygdala, “is involved with the processing of emotion, as well as areas of the prefrontal cortex involved in abstract decision-making. When we’re listening to music, the most advanced areas of the brain tie in to the most ancient.”
In essence, rhythm intersects with our memory in the same manner as problem-solving. The experiment proved that I’m able to recognize patterns and generalization from experience. It doesn’t address differentiating healthy patterns from unhealthy ones but it does point out recognizing a foreign pattern with a familiar outcome.
So, I’m a work in progress. I’ve seen some unhealthy years with my parents. However, now I am reaping the rewards of seeking healthy coping patterns in our relationship. If my first recollect of being brought to life is a pattern reflected as a beautiful melody, I’m certainly on a prosperous path.