Omsin (as she was called by the Thai press, which is “Piggy Bank” in English) died two weeks after having surgery to remove 915 coins removed from her belly. The weight of the loose change eventually caused a crack in the turtle’s shell, leading to a fatal infection. The official cause of death was an intestinal obstruction, which blocked her protein uptake, combined with nickel toxicity, which damaged her immune system. But the behavior that led to her death was much simpler than that specific diagnosis.Continue reading
Happy Valentine’s Day
I’m aware that it’s risky to talk about relationships around Valentine’s Day. My readers will come from various backgrounds and have been through differing experiences, so writing a single article to communicate with them all is a challenge.
Some of you want with all your heart to be in a relationship in which you are loved lavishly and in which you free to love in return the object of your affection. You are waiting for Mr. Right and he hasn’t yet appeared. Or you are ready for the woman of your dreams who will be the love of your life, but so far her arrival has been delayed. And this may have gone on for an exasperatingly long time.
A few of you have been so wounded by the last person you gave your heart to (or maybe it was the cumulative effect of several times you allowed yourself to love, and lost) that you can’t see yourself even entertaining the thought of a love relationship. You’ve decided there is just too much potential for heartache, so you’ve given up the search.
Some of you had a good relationship with just the partner for you, but all too soon they died, a victim of illness or disease, an accident, or military action. I am so sorry for your loss and apologize in advance if my words tap on the wounded regions of your heart.Continue reading
At one point in our history, my sisters and I were making it a yearly habit to exchange Christmas ornaments with one another. For several years the four of us would create or find distinctive adornments for the tree that we would then mail across town, across the state, or in my case, across the country, as a way of amplifying Christmas cheer. This tradition ended about a half dozen years ago.Continue reading
“Since the horse is clearly out of the barn, could you help me get the door closed?” That’s not exactly what my client said on his first visit to see me, but it was close.
He came alone to counseling. His wife was so angry and so hurt she didn’t want anything to do with therapy. Nor to do with him, he reported. He told me he was desperate to find a way to convince her to stay with him, but he certainly hadn’t acted all that excited to be with her through their three years of marriage.Continue reading
“Lars and the Real Girl” is a movie you might have missed. Released in 2007, the film stars Ryan Gosling, Emily Mortimer, and Paul Schneider. Gosling plays the lead character in the film, Lars Lindstrom, a peculiar young man who lives in the garage behind the big house that he and his brother Gus inherited when their father died. Lars’ pregnant sister-in-law Karin is persistent in her attempts to include him in their life as a family, repeatedly inviting him to have breakfast or dinner with them. Lars is equally persistent in his efforts to thwart her efforts.
Lars is able to keep his job and goes to work regularly, but he is so socially inept that he finds it difficult to interact with not only his family, but also coworkers or his fellow parishioners at the Lutheran church he regularly attends.Continue reading
One night a few months ago it was my turn to cook dinner. My wife was teaching an aerobics class until late, so I was in charge of the evening meal. My plan was to prepare a chicken casserole, but I needed a few more things from the grocery store. Lucky I’m a multitasker, I thought. I put the chicken breasts on to boil and ran out to get the few items on my list.Continue reading
For a large number of people, the one thing they want from counseling is to be reassured that they are normal. Once they have a fix on that question and can answer in the affirmative, they are content to settle in and deal with the challenges in front of them.
Now I’m aware that it’s no easy task to determine or define what is normal and what is not. I’m not about to explain the answer to that question to anyone’s satisfaction in this little piece. But if you think of “normal” as responding to an experience in a fashion similar to others—emotionally, relationally, and spiritually—I will suggest again that many people come to counseling to have their “I am normal, aren’t I?” ticket punched.Continue reading
I recently had a most surreal experience. I traded headgear with a Buddhist monk—my dashing British driving hat for his plain stocking cap. I think he got the better end of the deal; he looked a lot smarter when he had commandeered by cap. But how many people can say they exchanged hats with a Buddhist monk?
This exchange happened after thirty of us traveled by chartered bus from Daegu, South Korea to Tongdosa, a temple near the city of Yangsan, a building which dates back to 646 A.D. While most of the buildings have been destroyed and then rebuilt over the last 1,368 years, it is said that the temple candle has never gone out.
It was raining on us as we traveled from Daegu, so I thought seriously about not going at all. The tour host said we had the opportunity to opt out of the trip at no charge. But in the end I decided to stay on board and take the trip. As the day wore on, I was so very glad I did.
It took us about two hours to get to the temple gates. The rain stopped when we got arrived. We toured the grounds and took many pictures. At noon we found our way into the free lunch area. The monks feed all comers a meal of rice, soup and many vegetables each day for lunch and dinner. During the meal, we were befriended by the monk in charge at the temple. He took twelve of us on a contemplative walk, then served us tea for over an hour in another lesson in contemplating life, slowing down and ceasing to hurry.
It was after the walk that he suggested the trade—my hat for his skull cap. At first I thought he was kidding, then I thought the swop would be temporary. But he had taken a liking to me, to us, and as it turned out, to my black hat. He was delightful and gracious; how could I deny his request?
While I can’t embrace his theology, I did relish his calm and mindful way of living. And, while I won’t wear it often, when I see my simple, knitted skull cap, I’ll remember the trip, our meeting, the intersection of cultures, and the exchange of head covering that occurred today.
The thing is, none of this would have happened if I hadn’t left my hotel, braved the weather and gotten on the bus that took us to the temple. All of these “serendipities” happened because I got up and got out.
I wonder what opportunities I might have missed in the past because I didn’t risk. What experiences did I NOT have because I was too lazy or uneducated, or frightened to step out? When I graduated from high school I didn’t go off to college with my friends because I was too frightened to load up the VW bug and move to another city. I defaulted to the “sure thing,” which turned out to be a coward’s way to live. I’m determined not to let that be the way I make my choices today.
What risk would you like to take? Is there something you’d like to do that you haven’t? Are you living under the weight of an unrealized dream? I encourage you to step out. Do what you’ve wanted to do, now, while you have time and health.
Get out there and it might happen, whatever “it” might turn out to be.
Katja Rosenberg made the news this year when she traveled to a prison in England to have a face-to-face meeting with the man who raped her seven years before. It took her two years of determined effort to arrange this encounter. She didn’t want to confront him; she wasn’t interested in telling him how his attack had ruined her life. In fact, she required nothing from him at all. Katja wanted to give him a gift by letting him know that she had forgiven him.Continue reading
I was recently reminded again of how every one of us participates in creating the quality of the world in which we exist. Through our thoughts and opinions, we craft our own reality, then we live in this world as if every aspect of our creation is written in stone, an unchangeable part of who we are. That of course is not true.
My epiphany occurred while I was on an afternoon walk, enjoying some Spring weather, talking my music with me. Selecting the Doors album “Strange Days,” I scrolled to the cut “People are Strange.” At first I was so focused on the beauty of nature around me—the budding trees and the evening sky painted in hues of purple, orange and yellow as the sun set—I missed what the song was saying. But something in me said, “What was that?” so I started the song over so I could listen again. The verse says—
“People are strange when you’re a stranger,
Faces look ugly when you’re alone.
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted,
Streets are uneven when you’re down.”
History says that Jim Morrison, the lead singer and resident poet behind The Doors’ music, was suffering with a bout of depression when the thought occurred to him that he was taking a leading role in manufacturing his own frame of mind. He penned these words as a reminder that his mood was mostly his own construction.
While it is true that events happen that are out of our control and that people with bad intensions (or who are at least in a bad humor) cross our paths, we are responsible for the way we feel. We can’t blame everyone “out there” for what’s going on “in here.”
Some of the soldiers and family members I’ve worked with are overwhelmed when the Army moves them to a new state, a different part of the US, or to another country. They stay in their barracks room or their on-post housing, doing their best to insulate themselves from uncomfortable experiences in their unfamiliar surroundings. That’s one way to exist, but I wouldn’t call it living.
It seems to me that real life begins on the edges of our comfort zone. The faces that “look ugly” may appear to be very different when you learn a few words in a foreign language, venture out into your new world, or simply tag along with someone who’s been out there and is willing to show you the way. Expect to make mistakes along the way. Trying new things comes with a learning curve. But saying the wrong word in a conversation in a foreign language or getting lost while driving or taking the train for the first time is part of the educational process. Keep doing the new thing until it doesn’t make you so uncomfortable.
If you keep doing what you’ve been doing, you’ll keep getting what you’ve been getting. The honest truth is, If you want something new, you have to do something new. Go to the edges of what you’re comfortable with, then take a step (or a leap) toward something beyond.
There was once a man who moved to a different location. He asked an inhabitant of his new hometown, “What do you think? Is this the sort of place where I will be happy?” The man considered the question for a bit and responded, “It all depends, I guess. Were you happy in the place where you lived before? If you were, you’ll probably be happy here as well. If you weren’t, well it seems to me geography is not going to change the situation much.”
Get involved. Educate yourself. Look for the beauty around you. Take back your personal power by acknowledging that you’ve created your reality. Recognize that when you seem to be surrounded by strangers, ugly people and folks who can’t be bothered to even give you a pleasant look, all of these observations can be your creation.