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Crickets

September 9, 2019

Sometime ago I watched a TV series where the director used the sound of a cricket chirping to mean that “nothing” was happening in the scene when it should be. It struck a chord. At that time I was going through professional training to learn how to use EMDR (a psychological technique that helps a client process and heal from an upsetting or traumatic event.) We are familiar with “fight or flight” as common reactions to an overwhelming or threatening situation, but freeze (or playing dead) is not as oft mentioned when it too is a natural and sometimes life-saving defense mechanism. It was validating for me to hear this information because I tend to shut down when I get overwhelmed.   

I learn best by doing, so I also did some personal work using EMDR as a tool with a therapist. “Crickets” was the cue word I used with her to let her know that I was getting flooded or going blank, and she would offer encouragement or give me more time to process whatever issue we were working on in a session.

It’s interesting how simple awareness and acceptance of something can actually change our experience of it. I used to get defensive and feel shame when I would check out. Understanding that it has a useful purpose helped me be curious about why I was freezing up as a response rather than having a judgmental attitude. And ironically, when I just notice that I’m getting overwhelmed, I either don’t feel the need to blank out at all or I find that I can snap back much quicker when I do. It feels great to just be able to make sense of what’s happening.

On a summer hike a few years after my training I came upon an open field alive with crickets loudly chirping away, males rubbing their leathery front wings together in the hope of attracting a mate. I had to laugh because my sense of “crickets” in that very moment underwent yet another transformation with this new synthesis of experience. There is indeed a lot going on when crickets chirp, one little creature calling out to another. In the same way, my inclination to shut off is just a simple signal to myself to slow down precisely because there is too much happening at once. Hearing the sweetness of this familiar sound has an entirely new meaning to me:  now it represents how my intuitive, wise Self attunes to the chirp of whatever little part of me might be internally struggling and responds with interest and support. I find in inspiring to know that often the very things about me that I have judged as defective are really just parts longing to be connected to and cared for.

May I be brave enough to practice patience with all the parts of me that are still tender or easily overwhelmed.

NN