are times when a new activity will stiffen muscles that
one did not know existed. There are times when a bump
against an object goes unnoticed, but a bruise develops,
black and blue and tender, to remind one that caution
is needed. As with the physical world, so with the psyche.
Today, somewhere deep inside, I am stiff and bruised. Growth is like that, flexing new muscles, bumping into things before balance is achieved. The point of it all is to keep flexing those new muscles, cautiously, repsectfully and relentlessly. These efforts are eventually rewarded with a new sense of balance, one which is based on a broader and deeper understanding of the world. The world being what it is, this understanding may or may not be a source of comfort in one's life.
However, growth is what life is about.
The weather is slightly warmer now, and it is raining again this morning. Lying awake, lost in thought, at 3 a.m. this morning, my vision was jarred by a sudden flash of light. At first I wondered if I'd had a stroke or other sort of event. But within seconds a tremendous explosion of thunder alerted me to the storm above. I had time to leap out of bed and unplug the computers and entertainment system from the electrical outlets before the next flash and crash. Then the rain began. Returning to bed I slipped quietly into my dreams until the alarm rang the morning in.
The mosquitoes are horrendous! They are thick and single minded in the open air. Many have infiltrated the house and all our activities are interspersed with loud slapping and clapping as we kill the beasts that venture within our reach. The intensity of this experience will continue for a few weeks, and then diminish dramatically by the first week of July.
The mosquitoes are bad in urban areas of the near north, but living near forest and glen is distinctly more challenging.
Over the weekend I was contacted and told a story about a long forgotten event. That this event was forgotten is characteristic of my ego. Although I expect credit for my achievments, they are not how I define myself. I strive for excellence always, the process gives me pleasure. At times I come close to achieving acceptable results; that is satisfying; but success only occupies a place in my world until I tackle the next challenge.
In elemenatary school I was a track and field athelete, competing in various events at different levels. At a meet I set the record for high jump, a record for the school board district. It was a wonderful experience, a small achievment in the greater order of the world, but very, very meaningful to a girl. Life went on, unfortunate events lead to the loss of all my childhood keepsakes and over time I completely forgot the achievment.
If I had forgotten, others had not. What I discovered was that the record I set stood for thirty years, before it was finally broken by another budding athelete.
Congratulations to her!
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Mite Makes Right
"We don't see things as they are, we see things as we are."
Anais Nin (1903 - 1977)
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