Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Circling the Base of the Mountain

I went to a church meeting this week, and something one of the speakers said really struck a chord with me.   He said that he lives near this mountain, that is rather steep, and has hiked it a few times.  Each time, before the hike, he has walked the path at the base of the mountain, which is a nice, easy path, contemplating how hard the hike is going to be.  He thinks about how unprepared he is, how old, out of shape, etc he is, as he circles the base of this mountain.

I have been circling the base of the mountain for a long time now.  I keep walking the familiar path, musing about how hard it would be to get to where I want to be.  I am unprepared, too old, too out of shape, to make that climb., so I continue to circle.  I circle and circle, looking up, and thinking how I'll never get there.  Thinking how amazing it must be up there, but not sure if I'm up to the climb.

This path at the base of the mountain is an easy one.  If it weren't for that looming mountain in the middle constantly reminding me that it's there to climb, I'd be quite content to circle forever.  Or would I?
It gets pretty boring, playing it small and safe, walking the flat, circular path of familiarity.  There are no surprises, no victories, no discoveries, no amazing views, just the same old thing, over and over again.  No risk, and no reward.

The only way to climb a mountain is to put one foot on the path pointing up, and let the other follow.  One step at a time, in the right direction.  The pace is not important, only the direction and that you keep moving.  If I'm not prepared, I need to get prepared.  If I'm not fit to climb, I better get fit.  All this circling and musing is wasting too much time.  If I think I am too old now, I'll only be that much older if I keep putting things off.

So, ok, I'm tired of circling.  It's getting boring down here looking at all the tree trunks.  I think it is time to start that climb and see the view from the clouds.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Waves

Life is like the ocean.  Sometimes it is calm and peaceful, and sometimes it is a raging storm.  Even during the peaceful times, there are waves and currents.  The tides roll in, the tides roll out, day after day, without fail.  The ocean is always teaming with life and activity.  It is never still.  It is always changing.  Life is exactly like this.

 If you attempt to sit still in the ocean, you are carried one way or another by waves and currents.  It takes some action on your part to direct your path, or to even stay in one place.  You have to swim, tread water, kick, paddle, drop an anchor, do something, or you are going to be moved.  If you pause, for even a moment, the current can move you great distances. The ocean is a powerful force, even when peaceful. 

Have you ever stood at the beach and let the waves rush over you?  Not ready to jump right in to all the chaos, you timidly walk down to where water meets sand and inch your way in. As you stand there enjoying the cool flood over your hot feet, WHAM!  a huge wave comes and knocks you on your butt.  As you try to stand, the sand under you rushes away, pulled back into the water with the receding wave, you lose your footing, and down you go again.  As you struggle, another wave comes along, and you are rolled.  That second wave doesn't need to be very big to knock you over, since you haven't fully recovered from the first one.  You are only sort of standing, and very unsteady.  As wave after wave continues to hit, you tumble, and roll, struggle, and gasp.  Eventually, you back up, and retreat to higher ground, or dive on in and try to get all the sand out of your pants.

Inching towards a big change in life can be frightening.  We approach with caution, and inch our way in.  Standing there, hesitating, we can get hit with a big wave, a devastating set back, like a major illness, job loss, death of a loved one, etc.  Then when we are down, and still struggling to stand, even the smallest waves can knock us back down, and keep us down, tumbling us over and over, as we struggle to breath and stand.  Sometimes it seems like those waves keep on coming, and that we are going to drown, that the ocean will win, and drag us out to sea.  We might even need a friend to rescue us and pull us one way or another, out of the line of fire.

The best way to go for a swim in the ocean, is to run and dive right on in.  Dive over the wave, into the wave, or under it.  When you are swimming, you cannot be knocked down.  The wave loses it's power when you stop resisting, and go with the flow.  What is a powerful force at the shore, capable of knocking you flat, is a gentle rocking motion when you are bobbing along in the middle of it.  If you are swimming under the surface, it feels like nothing at all.  While standing, or treading water, if a large wave approaches, and you aren't paying attention, you can still get walloped good.  A face full of salt water that leaves you sputtering, but still upright.  If you see it coming, all it takes is a little hop just at the right moment, and you float along, with your head safely above the surface. Resisting is what causes all the trouble.

In life, it's just the same.  It's the resistance to life's changes,and challenges that bring all the destruction and pain.  When we fight against the inevitable, when we hesitate to take the next step, that's when life really knocks us down.  We have to pay attention, see what is coming our way, and then jump on board, and ride the wave.  When we resist, we go under, we sputter, and gasp.  Life is never going to be like a reflection pool - still and perfectly clear.  It keeps moving, and changing.  Every day we have new things come our way.  Life changes.  If we don't figure out how to adapt and change with it, we suffer, and life is harder than it needs to be.

Learning to anticipate the waves, and jump into them, rather than resist, helps smooth out the ride.  If you see a future challenge coming, do what you can to prepare for it, and when it hits - jump up to great it, rather then try to out run it, you will float along with only a minor disruption.  You can't out run, or out swim, the waves of change that life brings.  Babies grow up, kids get married, people get sick, we have to move, jobs are lost, cars break down, we grow old, and everyone of us will eventually die.  You can't avoid these normal life events.  You can prepare, you can be watchful, and you can embrace each new wave as it comes your way.  You can jump in and live life, rather than stand on the shore and let the waves beat you down.  You must keep moving, if you wish to have any peace.  There is no such thing as standing still.


Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Some Kinda Funk

Do you remember all those posts about yoga, and the Y?  I sounded so enthusiastic about the whole deal, didn't I?  So why the heck haven't I been to yoga in two weeks, or the Y in like 8?? I have less than zero motivation to exercise right now.  The only thing I have been doing is walking the dogs, and then only when I have to.  Chester begs to go, and is about as persistent as a 4 year old child who wants candy at the grocery store.  It's really hard to ignore him when he is determined to go for a walk.  He just won't shut up.  He does this weird growl, cry talking kind of thing.  It sounds like a kid talking back, giving sass, under their breath.  Thank goodness for that crazy back talking dog, or I might never get out of this chair. 

I know if I just forced myself to get up and go I would feel better.  The reward would be almost immediate.  But not quite instant enough to compete with my nice comfy bed.  A few weeks ago I at least had the legitimate excuse of being too busy to fit it in my schedule.  Early morning inspection appointments really did get in the way there for a while.  That is where this started.  But now, this week, the only excuse is that I just don't feel like it.  I've been toying with the idea that maybe I have a bug or something, making me more tired than usual.  I'm looking for something to pin it on, other than I'm just a lazy slug.  I think something must be broken.  Can I really be this lazy, just by choice?

While walking the dogs tonight I was struck with a fleeting moment of motivation.  I was all set to publicly state my commitment to daily exercise.  I will get up and go whether I fell like it or not!  I WAS going to say that.  But, now, well, I'm not so sure.  I'm not feelin' it like I was a couple hours ago.

I do feel some sort of a second wind, and I am awake writing this rather than passed out on my high thread count sheets like I normally am at this hour.  I guess it's probably from the exercise.  See, I know I really should get up and do SOMETHING first thing in the morning, rather than just sleep in until I am needed.  I could get a lot done with that post exercise boost of energy.

That's an interesting thought.  How often do we, or I, do nothing until we are required to.  Do we sleep until the alarm goes off?  Do we set the alarm to allow for just enough time to get ready before we have to leave?  Do we sit and wait until duty calls us from our couch or bed?  I don't think I really want to live my life like that.  It doesn't sound much like living.  Doing only what is required, and not until it is required.  Some lazy human variation on "conservation of energy".

It really is pretty pathetic to sit or sleep, or otherwise wait around, for some obligation to force you into action, rather than getting up, and moving of your own free will. " What do you do with your free will?  I do nothing.  I don't have to so I just do nothing. "  Pathetic.  I gotta get up and move.

For tonight, I'm just going to get up out of this office chair, and move up the stairs to bed.  Maybe in the morning I'll move on to something interesting, or productive.  Maybe, if I feel like it.