Friday, April 14, 2017

stand apart for you are meant to be


“.....And lets stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, and the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.” Khalil Gibran.




When that moment comes the indifference is revealed, it is one of the most devastating experiences one can endure.

“Unfaithful” by Shriver & Shriver (2009) is a book that tells a story of a Jewish woman who survived the Holocaust, came to America and got married. Years later, her husband bailed and left her. She described this as, “the most painful experience of my life.”
Surviving in a strange land is not for the weak of heart. Thriving in the face of  abandonment requires courage.
I’ve, like many, been  swept on but when indifference was revealed, I felt as though I’d swallowed ice water. The blood pounded in my ears. I was crushed and had no idea how I would survive this blow, let alone thrive through it.
The pain and betrayal left me whirling. It took me some time to get my feet beneath me again. Slowly, I began to rebuild my life. Like the sun peeking through on a dark day, I began to feel my spirit rise.
Some of the lessons I learned in that process may help those of you who are in the painful throes of an identity crisis.
I learned how to stand on my own again. Scared and alone, with the responsibility of two young lives fully dependent on me, I learned how not only to do my best but whatever was necessary.
I learned that my self-image is not contingent upon another but rather comes from within. I was able to separate his infidelity from my image. I realized that it reflected something about him, not about me.
I learned how to take responsibility for my part in the marriage failing. I learned the ways in which I contributed to the demise and was able to shift my behavior to avoid making the same choices again.
I learned how to deeply believe in myself. When the truth was revealed, I recognized that I had already known but hadn’t followed my hunch. Now, I know that when I know something, even without proof, to trust it.
I learned that despite being betrayed in the most painful of ways, I could trust again. I realized that trust is a choice we make and that I could choose to hold every person accountable for their choices or I could let the responsibility lie where it ought to—on the shoulders of those who chose to take this path.
I learned how to cultivate happiness and bliss on my own. I learned how mastering my thoughts helped me to master my feelings, which then helped me to choose my actions.
In short, I became the woman I was always meant to be when I was stripped bare of all of the illusions, stories, and counterfeit dreams I’d unwittingly bought into. When it all fell apart, I was left with nothing but my grit and unwavering devotion to creating a life of contentment.
When people ask me if I harbor negative feelings due to this experience, I can easily answer “no.”
In fact, I am grateful for it because the abandonment offered me a way out of an untenable situation, and without it, I may never have left.
Indeed, I am grateful because I became free.

When I realize that the bliss I’ve experienced may not have happened without that choice, I feel waves of gratitude wash over me.
We all have one Life to live and just a short time to accomplish all we want.
So be brave, take the plunge and just go ahead.

Friday, January 13, 2017

Obsessing over Life's minutiae

Gazing into the colorful scattered lights of dawn on a cold wintry morning early into the New Year, she sighed in relief.
The continuous snowfall had precipitated declaration of Snow-day, giving the time to finish submission of her paper on child management, she now obsessed on the approach.
Just how to hold a child's attention on a topic to instill the values of Life as society demanded?
Curbing natural enthusiasm would negate creativity, she reasoned.
Maybe visuals and participation would do the trick..hmm.

Would her efforts in amateur photography/ captioning pique the interest of a hyper active child?
Now she had the weekend to test and collate observations, she only had to get the family of the child who lived down her housing complex to co-operate. Having babysat the child on various weekdays she decided to just offer the harassed mother some relief, suggesting time off for shopping this weekend - she could use the money to buy colored printer ink to offset the graphics. Janet, the little girl, bright yet attentive, always lived in a world of her own making but was well behaved and articulate. Her reaction would be valuable, she had a complete different take on colors, smell, taste and words to express her view on the situation at hand.

The weekend produced the pictures in this write up, the words below are stereotypical while the words within are the child's reaction.
The photos are mine, the caption too- the add in words are the child's input.
The missing brick represented a forest, the rock rug through her eyes - Nature's carpet.
Now you decide if my paper was a success to get me the free ship for the next semester.
Here is another one to tilt your decision--
Natures carpet


















I am now doing my final doctoral thesis and Janet spends all evening after school with me.
Her final one from us to you around the world- you can caption it and participate in this experiment too- thank you!