Fighting laying around again (those who don’t think having a foot rebuilt a second time doesn’t hurt, I have another ‘think’ for you!)
I have not been laying idly – although SOME people may wish I were more ‘idle” (aka: not upright).
Those of you who know me, being upright is my part of the jig-saw puzzle of life – reminding people that they matter, and what ¬they believe matters.
Sitting on my backside, leg elevated, my body reminding me that the way the body heals best is with S-L-E-E-P, I am actually (HONEST!) taking the time to slow down, to let my mind wander before I sleep, and when I’m awake enough, I’ve been catching up on listening to talk shows and podcasts that I often don’t take time for as I am too “busy” (or so I tell myself). And I’ve been sleeping. Alot.
What has this done?
Somewhere between sleep is what I call “slumberthinking” – and many of my ideas have come from this netherplace, believe it or not.
This time around, I have been mulling defining my “Why”?
Now, I admit, this “slumberthinking” was stimulated by listening to a conversation with Simon Sinek, whom I think is brilliant. Look him up if you don’t know who he is or what he thinks. I couldn’t get his ‘why we do things’ thought out of my brain.
Why do I believe the way I do?
Why is what I believe so important to me?
Why do I do the things I do?
Why do I care?
Why am I in the relationships and friendships I’m in?
Why do I spend the time on the daily things that I do?
Why are all of these things so important to me?
Why does what I feel is important make a difference in my circle and sphere of influence?
Why do I want to keep doing the things that are important to me?
And when I answer these you will know. Believe me, because each question I value and will hopefully reflect in who I am. Hopefully some of them already do.
The “what” and the “how” will come later.
Until then, I have enough to slumber on. And, a foot to heal!
on becoming a transmitter
When I last wrote, thunderous roars of thunder and cracks of blinding lightning boomed overhead. I asked you: Is that YOU being a “Transformer”? Not being a huge movie buff (well, at least until they come out on DVD or TV!) little did I know the Transformer movie was to be released in days!
In the weeks since, my days have been filled with awe as my eyes keep a daily vigil of the transformation, filling reels in my mind of the minute by minute (literally with all our daylight!) changes in the amazing Alaskan landscape that surrounds me. The reels quickly fill with the rows of popping peas and creeping cucumbers, the renegade spinach making its 5th year appearance and potatoes that will soon fill the pantry and freezer. Wild flora dig their roots deeper, preparing for seasons to come. Other “mind”reels fill as I watch king salmon rolling, jumping and fighting their way, struggling against rain swollen river currents, making their way to their sacred spawning grounds. Still other reels are filled with the array of rainbow colors on dragonfly and butterfly wings as they flit in the air or land on a low hanging lilac limb, the rushing crescendo from the rain-filled river completes the symphony called the cycle of life.
The cycle changes from transformation to transmissions. The fragrances of lilacs waft on the evening breeze. Small fish fry and fingerlings fill the quiet pools along the flowing river’s edge. Butterflies and dragonflies evoke cries of “Look at the colors of THIS ONE!” or “”Ohh! Look at the markings of THAT one” as it momentarily rests on the deck’s handrail. Voices are filled with excitement. Faces spawn wide grins as eyes dance with joy.
I am blessed. Very much blessed. I continue to be blessed.
I hear the still small voice in me say “pass this blessing on.”
It looks like it might rain by the summer sun’s set. Storm clouds begin to billow on the horizon, threatening night time chaos. But the blessings must be passed on. It MUST. For what good is a blessing if not to be shared?
Joy and awe, delight and wonder, love from within can impact another, if only shared. Love passed on, even when currents run high, still bless. It is true, that at the end of your hand, through the sound of your voice, one to another, from a thought deep within, the world will keep going as blessings are passed on.
You or I may be cheered by a butterfly’s struggle out of a constrictive cocoon. We may be awed by a seedling planted well beneath its soil covering, peeping its head. Or, just perhaps it will be from watching a worn, weary fish come to deposit its gift, then make its way to eternal rest.
We are spirit driven to be an equal transmitter of joy, of love, of struggle; of lessons learned as we buck high water; and endured strong currents; experiences learned through tears that water dry soil, seeds scattered and fruits unknown.
Our job is to be the transmitter…..sunshine for a weary warrior, laughter that infects those around. Give smiles, contagious, that will transform another’s life. Seek to take time to be the listening ear, the understanding heart – even in the dull, the seemingly lifeless, even uninteresting.
The still small voice within will rarely guide you astray, if you will only step aside of the daily din and empty chatter. If you will step outside and seek and thus find what your spirit heart knows…..
Be as a child and trust. Be as a child and laugh deeply and laugh often, unprompted. Be of good courage as you step toward the sweetness of age grown wisdom, abounding with grace and patience.
Be the transmitter of YOU, and all that you know of right uses and choice.
Care Tuk is a nationally known speaker, educator, and retreat/workshop leader. She has been a school, hospital, and home health occupational therapist for more than 30 years. She has been named as a Top Business Woman in America and recognized for her work with youth, disability outreach and awareness, and the American Cancer Society.