The Power of 2 – Or 3

It started as an experiment. 

A few years ago I went through a pretty big health challenge related to post-Covid burnout.

Landed me in the ER.

Slow Steps

An avid walker I chose to walk a path back to health.  Aided by homeopathy and nutrition I did not accept prescription medication.

Day after day, often multiple times a day I walked with a focus on nothing more than trying to get away from my own overly cluttered mind.  During this time I stumbled on a unique approach to healing.

Texting.

A Friend in Need

As members of my family were also dealing with post-Covid stress I searched for a way to heal that wouldn’t add to their burden.  Walking did about 75% of the work as it allowed me to think about nothing.

Is A Friend Indeed

During these months I began texting with a friend I’d known for decades.

Worked with him in tech, stayed friends long after I’d left the company and moved across the country.

Peas in a Pod

At the time he was facing his own challenges.

My family was empathetic and caring to what he was dealing with and consistently passed on their support and well-wishes.

An Experiment

Walking mile after mile 7 days a week regardless of weather helped me regain my equilibrium. Eager to move forward I searched for a way to redirect my thoughts so I didn’t regress.  The answer – surprisingly – came from the mundane.

“How’s the weather?”

This simplistic small-talk was a way for us to stay in touch and not flood the other with something out of their control.  

Compassion is wonderful but it can lead to burdening the empathic/ sympathetic – something neither of us wanted to do to the other.  

Small talk kept it real.

One morning I sent a text asking if he’d be up for a light-hearted experiment.  

Talk About the Weather

“Wanna see if we can draw energy to synchronize the weather?”

The intent was no different than someone who prays for rain or relief from snow and cold.  

The Key.

Our experiment would never stand up to the scientific method but that wasn’t the point.  It was two people trying to help each other through a rough patch by focusing on something mundane.

Our results were good enough I asked if he’d be willing to take it a step further.

To Help Others

I knew of a number of individuals who needed a bit of help with various aspects of life.  I asked my friend if he’d pool his good vibes/prayer energy with mine to see if our positive energy would have a positive effect.

I use the term prayer loosely as he was not brought up in any denomination though he has a solid sense of caring about others. I felt/feel his positive energy could only help.

Our results were consistently positive and soon we were pinging each other for various causes.  We were very choosy.

Valuing each other’s contribution we never asked unless it was important.  

We never wanted to overwhelm or unduly burden.  

There came a point where I roped in a family member, making our Two-man group into a Three-man group that occasionally focuses energy on a project that will help others.

Though each of us uses a different method, a shared philosophy of believing our pooled energies make a difference, alongside a sincere desire to help, fuels our successes.

Love caring and positive energy joined together can bring miracles.

Be well.

Responsibility: Who’s Is It?

Listening to Rag N Bone Man’s Skin

Powerful lyrics

My mind drifted to the people we believe we have responsibility to.

And how we ended up with these beliefs since we weren’t born with them.

Functional Dysfunction

Having lived the definition of growing up in a dysfunctional family it’s probably no shocker I might have an interesting definition if not perspective of who is responsible for who and what.

And how dysfunctiontals don’t miss an opportunity to put their responsibilities on others including and especially those too young and inexperienced and therefore totally unprepared to bear it.

Note:  The stories I share in my podcasts?  Trust me they’re stirring up memories that would be all too happy to stay dead and buried – but that wouldn’t help the world and those in it.

Nor would it honor those who gave me their trust and protection throughout the years.

Needless to say it’s taking a toll on me.

Choice

This isn’t the forum for going deep but I’m listening to this song and thinking of a man who made the choice to be a guiding light to someone; a man not much older who somehow surmised I’d missed out on a lot of important life lessons.  Dealing with life himself?  And adversity?  He stepped out of the rushing stream of life that was sweeping souls to the open ocean where … well you can imagine … to give me a fighting chance at survival.

He saw I was shark bait.

He risked his career and much more to be there for me not because he was born with a responsibility to me but because he chose to help someone take the next step.

As life would have it I’ve been gifted along the convoluted way to cross paths with people who likewise chose a responsibility to help me to the next step.

Including my beloved husband Aaron.

There are no words to express the depth of my gratitude to these souls but along the path of responsibility to my fellow man? I learned the importance and impact of something as simple as a smile or a hug.

And how it can transform someone’s life – like the lyrics of a song.

Be in the flow.

And enjoy the music of life.

Be well.