Body-language and nonverbal communication

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Prohibiting rituals reinforces struggle of survival

Rituals play a very important role in all cultures, in the development of children and in relationship. You cannot live without rituals. Rituals can derive from culture and society, they can also derive from the inner world of children and grown ups. They are part of communication and always embody some Kind of symbolic message.

They express and thus embody personal Needs in a certain way. It is a series of actions or type of behaviour regularly and invariably followed by someone It can be religious, social and/or personal. ( This reminds me of the discussion in China right now if Christian rituals referring to Xmas should be allowed or not).

On the one hand a ritual mirrors a certain state of communication in a culture or Society. On the other hand it mirrors ………….

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Body-painting and ritualisation

There’s a long tradition in body-painting in almost all cultures. Still nowadays you find body-painting connected with important cultural rituals, special dance performance, in theater and so on. Insofar body-painting is an official, socially and culturally accepted habit for special purposes and with a special meaning. And it is necessary for those cultures.

People who are part of those rituals know what they do, that they do it and they know about the meaning of what they’re doing. They feel integrated in society and in the culture and often they are proud of being part of this. Even if they do not know consciously there is a social knowing, a social unconscious knowing.

Each person feels being part and this helps to feel being accepted also on the very personal level of self-expression. One could think that there is not such a shame which I felt in the man’s reaction I talked about some days ago in my blog.

Body-painting and body-language related ……………..

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Another smile in life….

 ………creates and establishes connection among people.

On Sunday,  as a young boy, after church we went to my grandparents` house. It was a ritual, an unspoken proof of family life, when we went there to meet with my grandparents for dinner. My grandfather sitting behind his huge desktop in the living room. In former times this was not unusual. He was not working on Sunday. But this place seemed to be his throne of importance. Smiling he adressed us with some jokes, often he presented us some funny game to play, before we went to the table ready laid.

Meanwhile my grandma and my mother had been busy in the kitchen. The attractive smell of the special Sunday roast

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