When Life Keeps Giving You Lemons! (part 2)

Or Practicing What you Preach

So you know that saying, “Just when you think that it could not get any worse….”

It does.

Molehill (Yup! You know it. Here we go again!)

I finished taking a yoga class, and was on my way to the coffee shop. It’s Portland after all, and time for my weekly meeting. Coffee ordered, feeling good, drank more water. Phone is buzzing like crazy in my purse.

Mountain

Hmmm… there are several texts, and I just missed a call from my husband and noticed that I actually missed two from him. The intuitive Mommy’s-this-does-not-feel-right-sensor sprang to life. And the uhoh springing to my lips before I even have a realized. I called him back.

He answers the call and the first thing out of his mouth…”Honey, I am in the ER of OHSU…” (Well, my head, heart and adrenals just kicked in, or out as the case may be.)

Everest (Big and looming)

Not passing go. Not collecting anything. Not thinking clearly. Not being calm inwardly. Feeling a bit fluttery, airy, ungrounded. That rug was just pulled out. (Thank goodness I did yoga that morning!)

My dear friend offers and then drives me to the ER, as I realize that I don’t want to be alone. I don’t think that I could follow my Google directions to the ER anyway.

Dump Truck of Lemons!

We get to his room in the ER and he is fine. Banged and scrapped up pretty badly. But fine. No head injury. (Thank you Guruji!) Nothing broken. (Thank you again Guruji!) And he was almost ready to be discharged and come home.

Now after getting ice packs, showered, seated, and finally fed, things seemed to calm down. Time to start the insurance calling. Calling family. Preparing to tell our daughter.

And then I get an incoming phone call from a number I don’t recognize. I answer it, in case it’s the insurance company or some such thing.

It was the woman that hit my husband. And I am thinking while she is talking, “HEY! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID?!!?!?!” (Sorry for the caps, but it was really loud in my head.)

In my head, maybe heart, I suddenly realized that I am not listening, and she is apologizing. And she is repeating things, a sure sign that she was under duress.

I stopped my thoughts, backed it up and started to answer her carefully honestly and with as much compassion that I could access.

Of course…no…you must feel bad. He is fine. Ah-ha! He is fine. Really, he is fine!

She goes on to tell me just how wonderful he was in the moments following the accident, supporting her, calming her down. Letting her know that he was in fact okay.

That he was glad that it was him that this happened to.

Bring On that Lemonade.

He was glad, because it was not as horrible as it could have been. And he could maintain his compassion for her, for how badly she was feeling. And thus divert his mind from his situation, his self-focus shifted onto her, and not the pain that he was feeling at the time.

I was thinking, as I was talking to this poor woman, of Swami Kriyananda and of Yogananda. What would they say to this woman? What would they want her to know? Maybe feel?

He will be okay. He will heal. And yes, we are grateful that it was not so terrible. Please try not to worry any longer. He will heal and it will all work out.

Making Mountains Out of Molehills

Or Making Lemonade Out of Life’s Lemons (part 1)

There are so many times…ah, like when you (or someone you know and love dearly) break something…that it feels like life is trying to get you down. It is challenging you in ways that you really don’t think could possibly be needing this level of challenge.

It’s one of those times when you are asking, “Did I really signup for this? I think that I need to see that contract! Please!?”

So. Right, injury happens. Don’t know how bad. Ice it, elevate it, immobilize it. Ask your friends that are natural medicine-inclinded what they think. Possibly suggest. Adding your own bits to the mix.

Molehill.

The appointment that confirms parts that you did not want to know. You come away from the appointment still not really knowing much, but knowing enough to understand that it’s not good. Hearing the word fracture and knowing it’s even a bit worse then you thought or hoped. Crutches. A cast/boot. Immobility. Pain even. Doctors appointments. X-rays. More appointments. (Can you tell what I have been doing lately?)

Mountains.

Next appointment with specialists. Your time in that cast/boot is longer then you had hoped. Your mobility will be hindered for longer then you wanted. Plans need to be changed.

Everest!

This has in fact been my life these past two plus weeks, though the break was not mine. My daughter’s. She’s almost 11, it’s the end of school, and there’s a special outing this week. Then those fated words, “It’s a slow healing fracture.” Oh, ugh!

Okay, so we are driving home. She is in a boot, after talking her out of a cast. For how long? Don’t really know, as it will need to be reaccessed every 3–4 weeks.

The PA (Physician Assistant) was reaching out to give hope and mentioned that another young lady “blinged up” her boot. Ah HA! I took the PA’s advice. And so next stop, the craft store, bought a few items (thank you Duck Tape!) and some glimmer gems.

Is that a pile of lemons?

She said to me at one point while we were driving, that this is why she could not go to the preferred acting camp! Being in the boot and with crutches, it just would not work. But having to change to the singing camp is better, as it does not matter about the boot. (After all she sang Mahler’s 3rd with the Oregon Symphony on crutches and with the boot!)

Time to make that delicious thirst-quenching lemonade.

We get home and then start to cover said boot with bling and tape. And it looks…oh so much better! Not nearly as boring. And it’s hers. A bit of a smile.

Drinking Life’s Lemonade.

Seeing the good in a situation that seems/feels bad is not always easy. It does require a calm mind and heart. And lots of deep deep breathing.

I try to remember what Paramhansa Yogananda said, that all situations are neutral (!!). It is our reaction(s) and/or response(s) to them that make them positive or negative.

And at some point, like the Saints, we want to find and live in that neutrality. That place where crashing worlds do not sway us. Further allowing the deeper connection with God and the Infinite Universe.