The Ponderer

Hold Onto the Child

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my grand-daughter, Anela

hold onto the child
that’s sleeping in your arms
promise you will be there
when life gets cold and hard

hold onto the child
who wakes to see you smile
it’s a little bit of heaven
for just a little while

now the days grow short
with still so much to do
while time, precious time
puts on its running shoes

and the years roll on
right before your eyes
just like a falling leaf
against the autumn sky

hold onto the child
that lives inside your heart
that longs for love and laughter
and wishing on a star

hold onto the child
your faith from long ao
there’s time for dreams of flying
you’ve got to keep on trying

there’s time for dreams of flying
before you have to go

~Cardon and Stirling

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Who Are You?

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For as long as I can remember even into my early childhood, I’ve been predisposed to being a sad and lonely person.  I’ve often felt on the outside, a stranger and alien to this world, merely watching with intrigue and confusion, and being lulled by anything melancholy.  Only, sad and lonely aren’t necessarily always bad companions, they are comfortable ones – surely an idea that my non-introverted friends likely could never understand.

It wasn’t until I was 27-years-old that I finally was able to accept my melancholy nature, even embrace it and feel ‘normal’.  I read a book that explained the Enneagram and immediately identified with the Five and Four types.  Pleased, I realized I was in great company (Fives): Albert Einstein, Stephen Hawking, Bill Gates, John Lennon, Emily Dickinson, and Vincent Van Gogh, to name a few.

We are called The Investigators of this world, because, more than any other type, we want to find out why things are the way they are.  How does the world and our inner worlds work? we wonder, always searching, asking questions, diving in deep; never easily accepting traditional thought or doctrine, and desperately needing to test the truth of most assumptions.

One Five mused, “a day without learning is a day without sunshine.”

But with our insatiable need to learn, comes daunting insecurity, where we often stay buried within our own minds, never risking failure; only joining the world when we’re certain we know how to do things.

Fives revel in knowing things others do not, the secret, unusual, often hidden things of the world.  Fives deplore convention and never need social validation, often leaving us viewed as eccentric and socially isolated.  Practical problems are often left unattended as we become fixated on new innovations or discoveries.  Like, who cares that the laundry isn’t getting done, or dishes are piling up around the sink, I’m creating a beautiful piece of art, or learning about the cosmos!  This often leaves us unable to function in the real world.  I relate to this.

Healthy Fives at their best are visionary, extraordinarily perceptive, making profound contributions to society.

Unhealthy Fives at their worst are preoccupied, shunning anything that diverts their focus, abrasive, isolated, phobic, and prone to suicide.

There are other introverted Types in the Enneagram, including the Four, which is my ‘Wing’.  Everyone has a ‘Wing’, or a close second. Four’s need to be individualistic, create and surround themselves with beauty, profoundly creative, introspective, sensitive, emotionally honest, self absorbed, moody, hyper-sensitive, depressed, alienated, and despairing.

Four’s believe there is something fundamentally wrong with them (something I believed until I read about the Enneagram).  They are socially awkward and feel different from others.  (Famous Fours: Alanis Morissette, Anais Nin, Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, Johnny Depp, and Virginia Woolf, to name a few.)

Love this, quoted straight from the book:

“Healthy Fours are willing to reveal highly personal and potentially shameful things about themselves because they are determined to understand the truth of their experience—so that they can discover who they are and come to terms with their emotional history. This ability also enables Fours to endure suffering with a quiet strength. Their familiarity with their own darker nature makes it easier for them to process painful experiences that might overwhelm other types.”

If that’s not me, I don’t know what is (just look around my blog and Chronicles!).  I’ve always had an uncanny ability to analyze my life, my self, my experiences like a third party, objectively and logically judging and making decisions about my own life, rather than reacting emotionally.

Other signs that you are an introvert are:

  • you need hours alone every day
  • social situations exhaust you
  • small talk is hard for you (and bores you to tears)
  • you are mistaken for aloof, arrogant, or rude

Introverts are not necessarily shy, they just find other people tiring. :-)  It is estimated that about 25% of the population is truly introverted.  My uncle shared a great article with me, called “Caring For Your Introvert”  that I highly recommend if you are one, or if you have one in your life.  It will make you feel normal if you are one, and it will shed some light on the introvert(s) in your life if you aren’t one.

If you take the Enneagram test, please share in the comments what your Type is and what you learned about yourself!  (If you poke around the site a bit, you can find a free sample test.)

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The Problem of Pain | Blaming God

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Today my heart aches for a long-time friend of mine whose sister is in hospice care for cancer.  Her sister is my sister’s age.  It brings it home.  It challenges all the beliefs I theoretically have about pain.  ”The Problem of Pain“, by C.S. Lewis is on a small list of books that I believe saved me at one time or another in my life.  I find feelings of confusion rise up in me and I have to remind myself about the Problem of Pain and Blaming God.

After reading the book, here are the thoughts I wrote down as I processed it:

***

8/27/03 (Note: Right after my separation from first husband)

God is love.  He loves me enough to challenge me and throw me into the fire.  He wants me to be as loveable as possible and thus must refine me.  Refinement is not absent of pain.  It is, in fact, painful by nature.  So often it clouds the memory of the beauty that will come.

I do not believe it is my purpose to be happy, nor any mans.  It is my purpose to respond, as the creature, to my Creator’s love for me.  Though it is by living the purpose He created for me that I will be happy.  Man is to know joy, and to know joy is to know pain and sorrow.

Our free will comes with the price of how we choose to use it; how we choose to manipulate non-sentient, inanimate objects and nature.  What can be used to build up, can also be used to destroy.  One complains about peddling uphill while the other enjoys the ride down.  Is the hill evil?  Is it the intention of the hill to cause pain, or even joy?

Is God “good” when a man uses a plank of wood to build a fire and warm his family and “bad” when that same plank of wood was used to hit someone over the head?

This is the problem of pain.  What is useful and pleasurable for one man, is the demise of another.  God cannot make separate rules for the same object.  While He is omnipotent, he is not insane.  His laws are constant and reliable.  While, yes, He creates miracles, they are just that… miracles.  A miracle wouldn’t be a miracle if it was the norm.

He loves us enough to demand perfection out of us.  The more trials in our lives – the more He loves us.  Our complaints, it turns out, are not that He doesn’t love us enough, but that He loves us too much.

***

I don’t believe that God brings every single trial into our lives for specific purposes.  Some trials are simply the consequence of man, our fallen nature, our dying earth.  (Though, all trials are opportunities for growth.)  When we point the finger at God, if He were to respond in like kind, could justifiably point His right back at us.

Will He intervene? We wonder.  We hope.  We pray.

My prayer for us all is that we allow the dross to be chipped and burned away with all the grace and gratitude we can muster, so that every beautiful facet of the diamonds that are us can sparkle in perfect purity.

Please say a prayer for my friend, her sister, and their family – for miracles in grace and comfort, for miracles in recovery or transition.  For the sake of privacy, I won’t disclose their names, but I can assure you that God knows them.

Thank you, friends.

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Validation | Bound to Make You Smile

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My Nephew | Photo by Laura | Processing by Me With Lime Exposure Script in GIMP

This morning I ran across this short film called Validation, posted by Vivienne McMaster.  Normally once I had seen that it was 16 minutes long, I would have watched the first little bit to get the gist of it, and then stopped it. But this short film had me totally engaged and curious until the end.  Take a look – it’s bound to make you smile.

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Seeing the Trees Through the Forest by Stepping Back

 

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Seeing the Trees Through the Forest

The last day and a half I’ve been in the biggest funk.  I received an email that literally just shut me down (I’d so like to think that I’m above that).  In reflection, I realize it wasn’t the email that shut me down – that just happened to be what pushed me over the edge.  I had set myself up for failure over the preceding weeks, and it was bound to happen.  The email was inconsequential.

With the quickly approaching release of my first chronicle in my memoirs, I’ve just been a ball of stress and emotions.  I’ve been over analyzing every little technical detail as far as how it should be released… like, release it on this blog, or create a new one?  How should it look and feel?  What should the domain name be?  Do I let just anyone read it or do they have to be a subscriber? And on, and on.

While these technical details are important – it’s the content that will prove to be most important.  And I’ve been covering up fears of my writing being good enough with technical details.  While I’ve told myself I can’t release it yet because I don’t have these technical details in place, the truth is, I’m not even sure which chronicle to release first.  I’ve re-written all the chronicles that I have so far, over and over again.

When I get in such a funk, I realize that I just need to step away for awhile.  When you are in the forest, you can’t see the entirety of the trees.  So I took a step back and read.  That’s what I do.  That’s what inspires me.  I was drawn to Siddartha.

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Seeing the Trees Through the Forest | Photo by Mark

Siddartha was written by Herman Hesse, originally in German in 1951 and is about the spiritual journey of a boy named Siddartha.  Siddartha’s name is made up of two Sanskrit words, meaning: he who has found meaning of existence.

Do you ever have books on your list to read for years before you ever get to them?  And then when you finally do, you are absolutely amazed at how perfectly you needed that book at that moment in your life?  This is that for me now.  I’ve been able to escape for a couple of hours, forgot all pending deadlines, and just absorb myself into this fascinating book.

I’m ready to walk back into the woods…

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