TRYING TOO HARD.

It's Tuesday...almost Wednesday. Just two more days and then it will be Friday!

Yes, you got it! I'm counting the days to my hecticness again. Ironically I'm wishing the days away, simply because I miss my kids.

As a 'half-nester' (some of my chicks are in the process of flying the coupe), the weekends are treasured times. They are times to absorb the presence of my loved ones; to take in their lives and make up for any lost time.

Ironically though, the weekends end up rather stressful. Not only is it hard work, but it is motivated by an intense desire to make our home the best it can be. My goal is to "Stock the cupboards, plan the meals and cater for their every whim" . My desire is to forecasts their every need and align myself to fulfilling that void. In return, all I desire is their presence and companionship. But it seems that is sometimes a price too high!

Some of my best laid plans.... trip me up! I end up frazzled and frantic, desperate to make it work! The process renders me short-tempered and unattractive. Soon I discover that I have politely been isolated.

Perhaps the lesson here is that I try too hard. Perhaps its better to learn to let go, to have neither expectations nor boundaries. Perhaps then the nestlings which I set free will indeed return and I will know they were truly mine.

I DO SO LOVE THEM!

Oh, how I miss the bush!

Oh how I miss the bush!

The solitude of wide, open, uncomplicated space where I am merely an observer of the ecosystem around me.
The crunch of dry grass under my feet which is ready to ignite with any tiny spark.
The grasshoppers; who jump frantically as I plot out a path with my feet.
The birds and their calls which travel for miles and echo on mountain sides.
The shy animals who occasionally let their guard down to admit me into their space.
The air; all hot and humid, but clean and allowing me to take big, deep and satisfying breaths.
The shadows; the only place for respite from the heat.
The sunsets; unobscured for God to paint his heavenly orange streaks.
The dawn; all dewy with the promise of a new day.
The insects; as they mill about me in their thousands...and their buzz; alive and abundant.

Oh, how I miss the bush!

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?