WHERE TO TURN TO FOR HELP?

Do you sometimes feel extremely alone?

Do you feel that it's like you are on an island with no one else around, surrounded by deep waters that you would prefer not to venture into?

Well, if that's your reality, then you probably are!

The question is: do you WANT to be in that isolated place?

Is that island comforting or confining?

Perhaps you would prefer to remain just where you are. In that case, it is entirely ok.

But what if it is a desperate place, a place of extreme loneliness and despondency? ..and a place where nobody wants to venture towards you?

Look at the picture above...if that turtle is indeed feeling isolated, then there is only one choice -

HE HAS TO REACH OUT!

That turtle could hope that another turtle will find him but why would another turtle take an equally dangerous plunge to venture towards him.

Is it not easier for our turtle to take the plunge himself?

Yes, it will be into deeper water, but there will always be the hope that he can find a better place where there are other turtles to help him. He also has the knowledge that he can indeed swim! He is well equipped to do that too!

Everything boils down to what is our turtle going to do for himself?

All that is stopping him is his own confidence!

What are you going to do about your isolation today?

CHRISTMAS IN JULY

CHRISTMAS IN JULY!

"Christmas in July?" you might ask. Yes, that is what the residents of Fairland Village (a retirement home) in Johannesburg were treated to this past Thursday.

...and what a lovely idea too: to be able to enjoy a Christmas feast in the middle of winter in South Africa. The little village was abuzz with excitement for a good number of weeks as residents pooled their creativity with table decorations, menu's, place settings and ideas. It certainly was a privelege for me to share the excitement of about 50 golden people.

This is a picture of me and my beautiful, graceful 88year old mother. Not many daughters can say that they have had the privilege to ensure the comfort and happiness of their mothers in their golden years. I am very proud of my mom and the manner in which she has shouldered the difficulties in her life. She is a beautiful, loving and warm person, who cares about all her friends and a shining example to those around her. Mom, if you don't know by now:...

I LOVE YOU!

Obviously she is also very well liked by her fellow villagers too.

This is a picture of Mom and her special friend, Sue, just prior to the big lunch.

The kitchen staff were excellent in their food preparation, serving the residents, but especially their happy disposition which was totally contagious.

So to every one out there...it doesn't matter if the timing is supposedly wrong. There is no time like now! so...

Take time to celebrate your life!

WHEN THINGS ARE INJURED

I was sitting in the warm dentist's waiting room yesterday, waiting for my mother to finish her appointment. The sounds of his dental practice were prominent: the shrill sound of his drill, the clutter of tools falling, the receptionist answering phone calls and her chatting away to some waiting patients. I happened to look past the glass door to the outside garden.

There, on the paving, stood the tiniest little olive thrush I’d ever seen. Although it was standing, it was visibly shivering and its little feathers were in disarray. One or two plumes were sticking out obscurely and its back feathers looked wet. It was obviously in trouble. I put down the quilting piece I was sewing and asked the receptionist to buzz me out of the locked door.

As I reached down to pick up the injured bird, it struck me that I was interfering in nature’s ways. But it is instinctive for me to try and help anything injured – to remove it from its trauma. Often, however, I forget that trauma is just a process of life and, by design, necessary.

In the bird’s case, so many dynamics were possible – illness could potentially have made it more susceptible to a possible cat attack or perhaps, for some good ecological reason, it might have been rejected by its parents. There could have been a milliad of other reasons why it was there. My instinct to remove it from its environment and “protect” was misplaced! A change of environment and helping human hands would add further stress to an already frail creature. In addition, I was ill equipped to search and select that special diet that the injured bird needed.

Is this not the perfect analogy to us trying to help our fellow human beings who are traumatised or in pain? Is it not wiser, when someone is distressed to take an emotional step backwards and to view one’s role in the interaction objectively?

“What are the events that have led up to this situation?”
“Is it really wise to remove this person from their situation?”
“Are we really more equipped to handle it than them?”
“Are we taking away from their personal life experience by getting involved?”
“Are we indeed involved? Should we be involved?”

Perhaps one of the greatest gifts we can give someone is simply to “Be there”, to show we care and then allow them to direct the way.

In the bird’s case, I went to fetch a shallow cardboard box from the receptionist and placed it open-lidded in the sun to get warm. I gently lifted the bird into its protection. Then, against all instinct, I went inside, giving it time to recover and decide its own fate. What made it doubly difficult was that I knew there were cats around. But I left it there.

A little while later, when Mom had finished her appointment, we went outside. I glanced sideways to the grass next to the pavement where I’d placed the box. The box was still there, but the bird had gone.

Who knows what its fate was, but the point is...

It was ITS fate, NOT MINE!

Sometimes it is best to just leave things be....