As I’ve alluded to in some recent blogs, I’ve had an injury which has kept me at home 24/7 for several weeks. Lots of pain has been an unwanted companion. Those of you who are or were in similar situations may have observed that motivation, creativity and inspiration go on holidays. Nevertheless, I’ve wanted to continue my self-imposed challenge to post a blog every week. Ideas for content have been sorely missing. What is one to do? Consult Prof Google, of course. I scoured a few hundred suggested blog topics. None of them sparked any interest. Besides, I thought, there is very little under the sun that you can’t read about on the internet. Where do I go from here?
I went back to my nightmare years on the farm to see if there was something I haven’t shared. Before you could say Pate de Foie Gras, I realized the story of Ricky, Lucy, Fred and Ethel was still untold. Just to be clear they were not the cast of the 1950’s sitcom. No, indeed. They were 4 majestic, mean-spirited geese that patrolled our land like a commando unit. They hissed and honked and screeched whenever anyone came near. We sure didn’t need a watch dog or home alarm system with the fearsome foursome keeping vigil.
This high strung quartet did not have a lengthy stay with us. It was not due to a shortened life span. It was more about their on-going misadventures and shenanigans. Periodically, they would get loose from their pen and go charging down the hill beside the road. They'd be screeching and honking descending like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse upon the neighbors’ gardens as veritable harbingers of doom. Personally, I found this quite entertaining. The neighbors whose gardens were being ravaged and plundered did not.
I always made myself scarce during the great escapes so I wouldn’t have to deal with the four fowl or foul four, depending how you regarded them. I found their antics a great source of comic relief during those trying times. I even thought they could have provided great fodder for new age nursery rhymes or cartoons. However, over the course of several months the honkers sorties caused great angst in the neighborhood. Fortunately, we found a farmer willing to have them take up residence on his farm where they lived out their remaining days. I look back fondly on the feisty four with smiles and affection. Here’s to you – Ricky, Lucy, Fred and Ethel. I hope you are honking happily in goose heaven.
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It’s not about how high we jump or how fast we run. It’s about how we bounce. When people talk about resilience, they often refer to abouncing back. What if we looked at it as bouncing forward? How do we move forward from great adversity?
It happens when we recognize that we can be the heroes in our lives. It lies in our capacity to honor our suffering, respect our needs for self-care, and shape each day toward a more inspiring future.
Self-compassion is a big key. We need to acknowledge that we experience times of suffering and that suffering is a part of life. In those moments we need to be kind to ourselves. This does not mean wallowing. It is giving ourselves that compassion we would give to a friend or loved one.
Human beings are naturally resilient especially in the face of great challenges. Hope in those times of challenges means:
Former Vice President Joe Biden has experienced multiple losses in his life. He said what has kept him going was having a sense of purpose. Finding meaning and purpose for ourselves can keep us moving forward. Finding that sense of meaning and purpose can come from volunteering, helping others, being a role model for family members and friends. How we show up in the world can make adifference to someone without our realizing it.
Resilience is not only about navigating challenges in the present. It is also about how learning from past experiences helps us deal with unexpected situations in the future. It is about leveraging the good within us during easier times so that we move closer to a sense of thriving right now.
“There comes a time in your life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Forget the bad and focus on the good. Love the people who treat you right, pray for the ones who do not. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is a part of life, getting back up is living.” – José N. Harris
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