We build a little wall first—just tall enough so that when we venture out (into the sometimes scary world), we can turn around, run fast, jump over it, get really “small” and hide behind it. It’s the “level 1 protection wall” built from something like sand or leaves (sad, lonely). If we have to jump over that wall often enough, we end up creating a sturdier divider. This “level 2 protection wall” is made of materials like brick or wood (bullied, wounded). It still allows us to venture out into the world, but now we have to climb over it to safety. When we’ve had to retreat behind wall number 2 long enough, we finally build the “level 3 protection wall”. This one is serious stuff, an impenetrable structure that no one is getting through! It’s made of steel or concrete (scarred, crushed) and reinforced with pain and abandonment.
Simon and Garfunkel’s “Bridge Over Troubled Water”➀ was one of the most performed songs of the twentieth century. I’ve always loved the simplicity and significance of these words: “When you’re weary, feeling small,when tears are in your eyes,I will dry them all.I’m on your sideoh, when times get rough,and friends just can’t be found,like a bridge […]
Have you ever set your sight on a very specific destination—a job, a relationship, a lifestyle, an adventure—and never arrived there at all, or got there in an obscure, circuitous way? • How did that make you feel? In your attempt to reach that destination were there times when you found yourself “off the beaten path” […]
A seemingly healthy man, in his thirties, needs an emergency appendectomy. When the surgeon goes in, he sees that this healthy man’s appendix is perforated. This won’t be a simple procedure, and he won’t be “closed up” after the surgery. The man will wake up with an open wound draining “poison” out of his body. […]
I open my eyes to the darkness that envelops the room. There are times when I’m fearful of what lurks unseen. I’ve had too many nightmares to feel comfortable in the anonymity of dark. I take a breath. It is often in these moments, after sleep free of demons, that I am most in touch with […]
I came away from a Women’s Retreat weekend with a renewed awareness of how different our individual journeys are, in spite of what often seems like a lot of sameness. In day-to-day life we, sometimes, just “go through the motions”. Our routines take us from point A—the time we get up, until point Z—when we […]