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it’s not a problem. [merely-a-thought monday]

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my poppo would likely have agreed with sue aikens.  he was a solution-finder.  i will, right-here-and-now, brag about his ability to fix absolutely anything; he would find a way, even if he had to make it up.  well, mostly because he made it up.

i’m not sure how he learned everything he learned; his knowledge base was incredibly practical.  give him any problem and it became a challenge for him – an undertaking he never-ever thought of as insurmountable…it was simply a solution he hadn’t yet found.  and so, i hear sue aikens (of national geographic’s life below zero fame – living a solitary life out on the arctic, solving problems i will likely never encounter) and i think of my dad, whose list of favorite places on earth included his workbench out in the garage (or in the basement in earlier years when they lived up north.)  he saved every screw and nut and bolt and tool that crossed his path “just in case”.   he was a re-purposer before it was vogue.  and he was an expert at turning cardboard boxes inside out or fashioning a new box from old in order to ship or store any thing.  his rube goldberg fixes were always pretty amusing, but they all worked and i can hear him in my head pondering and strategizing when i look at something-that-needs-fixing.  sue aikens would be proud.  her glass-half-full attitude is pretty amazing, considering the elements she deals with.  she’s pretty black and white about things; a lack of grey is something i can’t really relate to, but maybe that’s why she solves things more easily – she doesn’t get lost in any part of the emotional response to the problem.

i have to say, though, that i wish i could look at problems in the same positive way as sue.  yes, yes, yes, i know how much we all grow from problems and solving problems and blahblahblah.   it’s the stress of problems i’m talking about…the worry.  there was a prayer yesterday in the bulletin that said, “help us resist the reflex to worry constantly about every single detail of our lives…”  wow.  i double that.  mmm.  make that triple.  it is a reflex.  we know that the moments beyond problems will come.  more than likely we will be on the other side sometime soon, sitting in the middle of the solution and looking back,  shaking our heads at how befuddled and stressed we felt.  but in the meantime….

in the meantime, i would like a collection of some straight-up solutions for the problems that lurk…a (metaphoric) closet full of how-to-do-its or at least how-to-make-it-ups.  oh, and a better attitude about problems.  they are just solutions we haven’t found yet.

uh. yeah.  (eye roll)

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the wind never stops [chicken marsala monday]

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there are days i know my poppo is in the wind.  i can feel him there.  somehow he lets me know.  it was six years ago today that he left this earth and, before he said goodbye, i made him promise to hang around.  i told him i had no idea how i was going to adjust the timing on the ’71 bug without him, i wouldn’t be able to call him on the phone to ask him how to rube-goldberg a fix on something, i would be missing his “hi brat!”

with him in the wind and my sweet momma and my big brother and all the others who i miss, i have help from guardians.  with everyone who is by my side on this beautiful planet, close or far away, i have help from champions.  we each do.

we face into the wind, challenged by change and our ever-fluid lives.  we put on our invisible capes, take a deep breath, hold onto each other.  together we are superheroes.

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whenyouarelost WITH EYES jpeg copyevery child’s mom’s nightmare is that instant you realize, even momentarily, that your child is lost, that you cannot see him or her.  in the midst of department store racks, in a playground, on a sidewalk of a city’s busy street…you turn around for the briefest of moments and you turn back and your child is no longer right there.  just the mere thought of it makes my breath uneven and my pulse race.

feeling lost can elicit the same emotions.  lost-ness is disorienting and scary; it makes you want to run; it makes you freeze, your breath shallow.

i remember someone once saying to me that when you are lost to go back to where you were when you got lost.   not so easy when you are out in the country on some back roads, but i don’t think they were talking about being literally lost.  it was more figuratively.

i think that, in general, lost-ness begets action – sometimes any action, just to not feel the displacement.  it’s unnerving.  so you try to ignore it, you try to do anything to distract yourself.

the only way to go back to where you were when you got lost is to get quiet.  to sit still.  to go inward and slowly breathe.  to realize you are human and fallible and vulnerable and that the earth is continuing to spin and, as my sweet momma used to say, “this too shall pass.”  lost is also on the path to something.

when i was little i used to travel with my poppo and my big brother in an old lilco van that they bought, converted to a camper and painted pale pink (the paint must have been on sale.)  her (the pink camper) name was lily, although i can’t remember how they spelled it.  they would travel all over upstate new york with her.  there was this one time i recall vividly.  i was probably somewhere around 6 years old.  i don’t remember the adventures we had after we drove upstate.  what i do remember is that lily was breaking down and i could hear my dad and brother talking about it.  we got off the main road and traveled down some country roads.  she sputtered and died on the side of the road.  not only were we lost (in my opinion) but we were sitting on the side of the road, unable to move.  my dad and brother got out of the van and opened the engine hood.  then they sat quietly on the white-painted-front bumper for a few minutes.  my ingenious poppo got some wire-clippers out of an ever-present toolchest and he and my brother cut a few pieces of a barbed wire fence that ran the perimeter of a farm field alongside the gully next to the shoulder.  using those pieces of barbed wire, with some rube goldberg kind of fix, in what seemed like an eternity but was probably only an hour or two, my dad and brother got that pink camper running again.  soon we were back on the road, heading home.  and – the best part – we actually got there.  home.

lost doesn’t have to be a bad thing.  it doesn’t have to be a six-year-old’s-version of the-end-of-the-world.  it’s an opportunity.  to sit quietly.  to look closely at a situation.  to address it.  and to move on.  home is waiting.  in our hearts, in our minds.  it may look different after a time of lost-ness, but it’s there.

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