Lessons of the Fall

Thanks to Conrad Hake for his post which reminds us - me, in particular - that sometimes we're the (back) scratcher and sometimes the scratchee. In principle, I agree wholeheartedly with this concept; in practice, I realize that I have some work to do.

As I recuperate from my injuries, it's become clear to me that I have trouble being the scratchee - particularly when offers of assistance come from friends and neighbours.

My husband has been wonderful - helping me to get into and out of bed, dressed, driving me to appointments, cooking meals and doing as many other household tasks as he can fit in. Some jobs have had to go by the wayside; I could have easily taken up all the kind offers and asked for help with ironing, dusting or watering the garden.

"Tell us what you need to do." "How can we help you?" "Anytime you need something, let us know - that's what neighbours are for." These were just some of the offers I received post-fall. Considerate, generous and heart-warming. Definitely.

Then the "yabbits" began. "Yeah, but do they really mean it?" "Yeah, but what if I ask and they say 'no'?" "Yeah, but why do I have to ask, why can't they come and do something, anything?"

The second-guessing and looping thoughts are behaviours that were learned in response to growing up in an alcoholic home; one where communication was guarded, at best. This kind of thinking does a disservice to those who genuinely care and want to help. They may not know what to do or whether or not they are imposing.

Just as I would set up exercises in the classroom for my students to learn, that great teacher called Life, has done the same. This lesson is about learning to clearly communicate my needs and ask and accept help from someone other than an immediate family member. This fall has provided me with the opportunity to heal that wound as surely as I heal my broken bones.

And, to further illustrate the importance of this, I received an email from Grannymar that this week's Blog Consortium topic would be on Communication. Another Twilight Zone moment! Dododododo. Haven't you found that when you are ready to pay attention, the lesson is reinforced?

My old stressed-out self would have never been able to recognize the synchrony of these messages nor the lesson; the chance to change old patterns and practice new behaviours. This is much easier when the urge to take flight or fight (stress response) is calmed through the activation of the power of the heart. In turn, this influences the power of the brain so that I am able to choose a course of action that is not only good for me, but also for those around me.

I choose to focus and celebrate the progress I've made and look forward to improving these skills. The more I practice these stress techniques, the better able I am to change my perceptions and live a more joyful life, despite breaks.

In the meantime, I'm itching to get the garden weeded and the shower stall cleaned! Anyone?

Have you been presented with opportunities to overcome old behaviours?

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6 Replies to “Lessons of the Fall”

  1. I’m on it – weeding and watering is me, my friend. Thank you for your beautiful response to hearts’ needs and the lessons that we all benefit from learning.

  2. Marianna, this is a great post! Love it. Never know where the serendipity will lead.

    Every day is a chance for me to change old behaviors – and blogging is proving to be an interesting addition to that mix. Life really is like a box of chocolates, LOL.

  3. I have learned to ignore the weeds, the cobwebs and the dust plus live within my limitations. I have found in the past few years that offers of help often mean more work for me and a greater increase of my stress levels.

    I seldom have visitors and yet the world comes in to visit right round the clock through my computer.

  4. Kathrin,
    Weeding, watering, wielding, word weaving, “wisiting” (took liberties with that one!)… Oh, the treasures that get unearthed!

    Garden full of thanks!

    As Chip ‘n Dale,those inimitable Disney rodents, would be heard to say, “I insist, the thanks is all mine.”

    Now I have a question for you. Crunchy or soft? 🙂

    Sounds like “ignore” has transformed to “accept”.

    I had an increase in “squirmability” yesterday when a “posse” arrived to help. Lesson of the day: acceptance. My initial urge was to push away, but as I “techniqued” through it, I balanced my nervous system & forged some new neural pathways.

    (My, I’m taking liberties with the English language today! It’s rather fun!)

    Your worldly cyber-conversations would be great training for the diplomatic service!

  5. I found you at Grannymar’s via Conrad. I am so glad I did, but I need to do some catching up and find out the background on your injuries.

    I have a very hard time accepting help and need to find out why I am this way. Do I think I am not worthy of help? Am I too independent? I need to explore that and learn that gratitude is sometimes enough. I find I need to repay every kindness and that is not good.

  6. Darlene,
    So glad you wandered on over here!

    I think the important thing is that you are asking the questions. Without questions, the answers don’t know where to go. When the answers do come, you’ll get an opportunity to practise. Hang on for the ride!

    I love that you are so interested in learning more about how your life works. So inspiring!

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