Low Battery

I was in a hurry on Wednesday. An appointment had run late and I had several errands to run before I needed to pick up my daughter from school and rush to the next activity. My mind was racing with items that I continuously prioritized to accommodate an already too-tight schedule. I quickly turned into the school pick-up line, just in time to secure a coveted spot. The sky opened wide and rain fell quickly and hard around my car. I had a few minutes to jot down the items that I was worried would be forgotten if not documented somewhere, so I turned off the engine and took out my daily notebook.

All around me lightning popped and thunder boomed. I sat there emptying my brain on paper as well as thinking up more items that needed to be completed by the end of the week. I had one minute left before school released so I tried to start my car. It would not start. I turned the key again, nothing happened. After sending a quick plea to the Universe, still nothing. I frantically checked my surroundings.

Car in park? Check. Lights off? Check. Radio and Air Conditioner off? Check. Cell phone charger unplugged? Check. I try the key again, and still nothing. I take a breath and scan the car. What could it be, I had only sat here for about fifteen minutes with the lights and radio on, how could a battery die so quickly? Then I saw it. The tell-tale little green light attached to an outlet – my navigator was the culprit. My coveted navigator. It has been by-far the best present I’ve ever received because not only does it get me where I’m going, it gives me the quickest, most reliable route, and an estimated time of arrival, so I can plan my next activity with efficiency. I unplugged the navigator and once again tried the ignition. It started immediately.

Once my daughter was securely in the car, I started off again to the next item on my list. Then I started thinking about how a dead battery could relate to my life. Here I was, stressed out and tired from trying to get too much done in a day, and my personal battery was low. As this awareness became more clear, I then thought about what items in my life are using my energy, and which ones are practically draining me. I realized it was time to unplug my personal navigator and take a rest without anything scheduled and without worried thoughts running rampant through my mind. It was time to recharge.

How about you? Are you aware of the areas in your life that drain your energy? How low is your personal battery, and is it time to recharge it? What steps could you take to bring it back to full charge? Good luck! -- Angela Frisby

Are you a Saver or Spender?

It was a beautiful day as I unloaded my pitchfork full of manure into the wheelbarrow. I had agreed to volunteer at a horse rescue center as a favor to my daughter, and also to get some much needed exercise. After the first stall was clean, I moved to the next. Younger volunteers sent me confused stares, and I finally realized that I was performing the worst job at the center – mucking the quarantine stalls. I guess it was a rarity to see a parent get physically involved, especially at this capacity. I, too, began to question my sanity. At that moment, wisdom stepped quietly into my brain. I realized that for me, this job was the most important. Where I was standing, these beautiful, innocent creatures were given repose and hope to get well, or were offered kindness before dying. Either way, it was a privileged area for me to work.

I began to think about the journeys of these lovely horses. They’re all waste products of spenders – humans who go through life spending resources, time, and energy to the detriment of everyone around them. Their currency is relationships, trust, and ego, which they exploit for personal gain, without consideration of those they affect. We see the results of spenders everywhere in life – whether it be our littered highways, animal rescue centers at full capacity, or a child with low self-esteem. For anyone choosing to help rectify the effects, it can feel like a losing battle.

I looked up to see a pitiful horse – bones sticking out, auction sticker still plastered to her back leg, and a vacant look in her eyes. I then noticed the rope connected to her halter. At the other end, I see a kind hand attached to a gentle man. He is leaning toward her, whispering words of French comfort in her ear. Our eyes meet and at that moment, I see hope. We both know her chances are so slim, but it doesn’t matter, all that is important is that we are here trying and bringing comfort – saver to saver. We exchange quiet, almost unperceivable smiles. As I saver, I know he’s doing his share and he knows I’m doing mine - that’s all we can ask of each other.

I now ask you - Are you a spender or a saver? Are there times when you are both? What’s your life’s currency, and what are you willing to exchange for it?

Walls

Walls made from materials as various as personalities.

Walls made of loneliness.
Made of fear.
Made of sadness and despair.

Walls made of lost hopes.
Of distrust.
Of insecurity.

Keeping everyone out.
Yet unknowingly
Locking themselves in.

A heart crying out for love
For compassion
And understanding.

Not realizing that it is all there
Before them
Stretching out

With key in hand
Willing to take a chance
And unlock the door

Within the wall.

Interference on the Play

I live in a small town that is regarded as a haven for the famous and sometimes, the infamous. Celebrities of all types come here to live or vacation, as we are known to give them the distance they seek, and are respectful of their privacy; they’re also attracted to the beautiful landscapes, great weather, and the company of other celebrities should they desire it. Once such celebrity lives near my home, he’s a retired athlete nearing sixty. At the height of his fame, I was too young to know of him; however his college career was spent at the same alma mater as mine, so I knew all about him long before we became residents of the same town. He has a face that’s easy to recognize and eyes that still shine when he smiles. When I see him in old photos, I can imagine the charisma exuded when he swaggered into a room.

Sometimes I see him at the grocery store, moving slow due to his numerous injuries and surgeries, or perhaps just easing through life now, without the demands of a constant cheering public wanting his valuable time. It was college gameday last season and I needed a few snacks for friends as we readied for the game (I take college football most seriously). Sporting a t-shirt with my alma mater’s logo blazed across it, I hurried through the grocery store aisles searching for the perfect condiment. As I rounded the end of one aisle, not looking ahead, I ran smack into a cart, hitting me in the side. Embarrassed, I looked up into his eyes and found instant recognition, he, of course, is used to that look and flashed a huge smile at me. “Are you okay, I didn’t see you coming,” he said. Now unaware of my pain, I turned into a 10 year old and yelped, “Do you think we’ll win today?” as I pointed to my shirt. This started a ten minute conversation in which he spoke football terms I’d never heard, and I nodded my head like a true offense aficionado. He acted as if he didn’t want me to leave. I finally became aware of the time and apologized for having to go. He held out his huge hand and introduced himself, as if I had no idea who he was, and asked for my name. I was so taken by his humbleness that I invited him back to our house to watch the game, and he was generous enough to say he’d already made plans.

As someone who is not easily star-struck, especially by sports figures or other celebrities, I was surprised by the effect this interaction had on me. It wasn’t his fame or his charisma, it was something else. It was more his enjoyment of interacting with someone who wanted nothing from him, lingering for a few moments to speak of a commonality in a place so far away from here, and discussing the hope of an upcoming season. The next weekend, due to a thoughtless moment with the media, his face was plastered in every news venue – TV, newspapers, the internet, he was everywhere. I watched as reporters hounded him, announcers made disparaging remarks, and writers ridiculed him, all in the name of getting more viewers to their market, regardless of the cost to his life. It was then that I understood why he lingered with me that day in the grocery store. Perhaps it was in the simplicity of the moment, discussing the team’s offensive tactics, that he, like me, was just a fan of the game.

It made me wonder about other times when this happens. Times when we get so caught up in the idea of something and everything that goes with it, (and wrong with it), that we forget the simple pleasure of just enjoying something of interest. Impressions and perceptions burden our experience to the point that our energy is more focused on what surrounds the event and how it is perceived, rather than just absorbing the pleasure it gives us. I try to keep that in mind now, when I start getting tangled in briars of the extraneous opinions of others, the interference, and forget my true pleasure, playing in the game of life.


--Angela Frisby

Inner Peace Battle

The cool, gentle breeze gave flight to my soul. What a gorgeous day!

I inhaled the fragrance of gardenia and exhaled mindless anxiety.

She said, “Just follow the flow of the earth. It makes it all so much easier.”

I know she’s right and I try to remain where I am – centered, joyous, thankful.

As the black illness of worry crouches in the shadows, I send it away with the breath of my lungs.

It departs momentarily, turning to glare at me with the promise of imminent return.

My warrior heart feels relief, for I have a fleeting victory in the fight for inner peace.

Introspective Cave

Emerging from my introspective cave
Entering the outside world
To explore, expand, experience.

All fodder for my interior fire.

For what is reflection,
If not comparative analysis?

Worn Beliefs

I believe that spirituality
is not like a beautiful new shirt
that sits in the back of your closet
waiting for the right occasion
to be worn.

Instead, I believe it to be

More like a favorite ring
worn constantly, through all situations
becoming a part of you
so that when it's not on
you feel like you are missing something.