The first half of his life is a mystery. We’ll never know what he experienced, or how he interpreted it. The wounds, the hurts, the sadness…. loneliness. Yet, we do know the second half of his life. It was with US.
April Fools Day, the road trip to meet him was long and tedious. Upon arrival, amidst his shaved body and sores on his skin, I saw into his transparant eyes. He was a keeper. A deep soul. That boy named Duncan was to come home with us that very day.
Four years of life had gone by previous to our meeting. We never knew what he had been through, nor will we. Often I envisioned he was stuck in a cage for those years. His habit was to have his head propped up on a wall, or he’d secure himself under the four legs of a chair, so he still had the sense of familiar four walls, invisible or not. I suppose my interpretation could be wrong. Nonetheless, someone had given him up, and he was mine to love, learn, and befriend.
November, 2003. The spontaneous decision to turn into the nearby clinic to grab a flu shot was mindless . After all, I had gotten a flu shot many times before. Isn’t that what all americans do? Every doctor, every nurse, every minute clinic, you see flu shot stands at the state fair, you see them ready and willing to stab you with a quickie every where you turn. It just seems like we are to get in line, like robots… with the expectation that we’ll hop on the bandwagon…..or is it more like sheep to the slaughter?
I was recovered from a mild cold, and didn’t worry much about running into the clinic near my salon, and ‘checking it off my to do list’. They handed me the ‘standard’ paper to sign. After a few ‘John Hancock’s” I had without thought signed my permission, and all recourses away. If you read the fine print, you’re literally signing away your life. 15 minutes later, I was out, done. On with my day.
Facebook is one of the many public tools I see used to impose personal opinion on others. It’s sad, since the term on Facebook… people that you see… are considered ‘friends’. Those very ‘friends’ can sometimes be extremely judgmental with their own standpoint and opinion.
Rejuvenating from a hectic or stressful day is imperative. However, I find the definition of rejuvenating is different for many of us. For me personally, I require literal down time. Whether it be sitting in silence, maybe taking a walk in nature and calming my mind and body, or isolating myself just until I can come back out of my ‘shell’ and re-join what else life throws at me.
There are those that prefer to ‘down time’ themselves by going outside and doing yard work, or physical labor, others rejuvenate in an opposite manner, and relax being in a crowd and socializing. Continue reading →