Last week, there was a moving truck that blocked our driveway. The engine was not running, but the contents inside were entirely visible. The person responsible, however, was not. I thought about ringing random doorbells to get this obstruction moved out of the way, but husband had a more effective idea. As I wandered about preparing to press my finger on a button, he deftly sounded the horn longer than normal. This resulted in the appearance of one mean woman, yelling fiery expletives at him at the top of her lungs. She did not need caffeine that morning and cared nothing about no one calling her a classy lady with her overt display of rage.
She didn’t strike me as someone who would attack physically. And if she had tried, I was confident I could outrun her. So, with complete faith in the power of conversation, I approached her, wanting to get a better handle on the situation. But, she walked away.
Then, a second angry woman from afar, also yelling, approached me. I was puzzled for a second time. When she got closer, it became clear that her venom was directed at the person driving the truck, not at me or husband.
READY TO TAKE ON THE WORLD SOME DAYS MORE THAN OTHER DAYS
If I’d been feeling sensitive that morning, I might’ve taken all this yelling personally. But I remained calm, even-tempered and focused on my mission to unclog the driveway.
Some days we feel unprepared to act, to move, to proceed. Other days we feel equipped with all that we need to thrive, whatever curve ball flies at us.
What makes you feel unprepared? What do you need to feel prepared?
ABLE TO HEAR AND BE HEARD SOME DAYS MORE THAN OTHER DAYS
I’ve logged plenty of conversations that went nowhere. I’ve resisted others trying to engage me just as I’ve tried to engage others who have resisted. Communication remains a two-way highway full of flow, stalls, hits, misses and full-on collision.
Some days communication is as fruitless as trying to understand a foreign language amid empty pots and pans clanging. We misunderstand and are misunderstood. We get our signals all static-y. Other days we fall in lock-step rhythm in our verbal and non-verbal expression. Grasping nuances in what’s said and unsaid. Hearing and being heard. Deepening and strengthening connections with others and ourselves.
What about you needs to be heard? How can you feel heard? How can you hear others? How can you hear yourself?
PERCEIVING MORE DEPTH SOME DAYS MORE THAN OTHER DAYS
The first yelling woman was undoubtedly angry at husband and me. But she turned out to be all bark and no bite, so to speak. The second yelling woman appeared mad at me but turned out to have a different focus for her anger.
Some days, perception is dulled by the hardened layers through which we lack the want-to or know-how to pierce. Other days, we stick around long enough to witness an unfolding. An unwrapping. An unpacking. Allowing us to bask in our openness and the elongated dimensions of our awareness.
What has appeared to be one thing but turned out to be something entirely different from what you thought? How did your perception come to be enhanced?
ABLE TO MOVE OBSTRUCTION SOME DAYS MORE THAN OTHER DAYS
Within a few minutes, a man appeared from who knows where. In a few seconds, our driveway was unblocked, clearing our path to our destination. In our lives, our journey is packed with literal and metaphorical obstructions. We get creative. We negotiate, finagle or enlist outside help or rely on sheer determination and the strength of our mettle to deal with these barriers.
Some days, there are, to borrow a phrase from Haitians, mountains beyond mountains that can’t be moved to clear our path. This comes to mind when I ponder global problems and near-disasters we face today that, frankly, I believe we each have a role to play in resolving. Other days, the path is a short, wide road with not even a single molehill toward our destination.
Is something blocking your way? What is it? Is it a mountain or a molehill in the grand scheme of things? What can you do to dominate it? Could you use help? Have you asked for help?
Our days are not created equal. Something tells me this is okay. This is as it should be. This is how we tell mountains and molehills apart, and perhaps even learn to see the majesty in them.
Image by Kamal H.