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‘Happy place’ provides needed rejuvenation

‘Happy place’ provides needed rejuvenation ‘Happy place’ provides needed rejuvenation

I have just come in from working in my garden. My head is clear, my stomach calm and my soul at peace with the world. All this in light of finding weeds had invaded during my stay in Corydon and all the potted plants were crying for water.

I had stopped in our garden after a day of activity that had given my head a bang of clutter. I had tried a good ole nap in a dark place only to awaken with a congested head. I visited with a happy friend to ease the day but to no avail. We tried to find solace in a walk around the block and a moment of meditation, but nothing calmed me like a few minutes in the garden.

During my attempt to sort through all the 70 emails that had come in during the past few hours, my computer had not responded well to my ineptness in high technology. It was a real pain to address all the political calls for help that we are receiving this far out from an election. Our mail had been on hold at the post office while we were in Corydon, and they dropped off the big postal box that needed sorting. It wasn’t easy to be sure I hadn’t missed an important notice that might be stacked amidst all the requests for funds from needy not-for-profits organizations and efforts.

Folks, I had a big case of the hassles today. I bet you have had days like that too.

It is common these days to hear our friends and colleagues say, ‘I am so tired of all the haggle in Washington. I don’t want to hear about it on the television, read it in the papers or see it on alerts to my phone. I just don’t pay any attention to what’s going on anymore.’ Our country is so divided on who to follow and what to believe. The discord and mean spiritness is making our nation feel rattled just like my head was today.

We have to each find our place of peace and refreshment. We have to find our ‘happy place’ while diving into the realities of our lives. My daughter Jenny was with us during our recent family reunion. She constantly threw into our discussions the need to think, speak and act in a positive manner. She has studied and learned to meditate. I caught her slipping out a bit each day to reach a calming state through meditation, and it worked for her. My son has a pole barn he calls his happy place where he tinkers with tools and machines. Others in our family found joy and calm in nature, some in sports and others in religious practices. But, no matter where we found stability, promise and hope, we all needed to reach such a ‘happy place.’

Today, Don and I joined a friend to explore a big-box discount store in Indianapolis. We witnessed up close and personal what geo-political writers have been telling us about the reality of living in a global living room. The aisles were jammed with active, happy people of a purpose. These were folks with all types of eye shapes, skin colors, hair qualities, bone structures, clothing and body shapes. I would guess that we could have tracked down about eight or nine different native languages that preceded the English they spoke in the store. All these different people were doing what people do when they stock up their refrigerators, decorate their homes, purchase clothing for everyone in their family, read books, go camping, etc. In other words, they were planning and purchasing objects for their lives in the coming weeks. They weren’t hassling each other, arguing or avoiding people who seemed different than they were used to. Amidst the confusion and chatter of a crowded store, they looked forward to life proceeding in a peaceful and productive way.

It behooves each of us to go about life with determination and in a positive manner while confronting the complexities and changes of the 21st century. We cannot just withdraw into the ease of our own happy place with those who are like us. If we live in a free enterprise system and in a participatory democracy, we must be involved. We best find our happy places within the diverse and often confusing real world of today. Perhaps we will have to look to the opossum, which is the oldest form of living mammal. The opossum has learned to adapt to all environments.

Maybe we can learn something about how to persevere from the ginkgo tree, which is the oldest form of flora on the planet. And with the computer, there is endless scientific information about human beings as to what works and what doesn’t.

There is no magic formula that fits all. We fear people who are different and ideas that are strange to us at our own peril. Little kids that traverse life beyond their own rooms by using a play computer are not going to want to lead a withdrawn life. Very few of us would make good monastic monks. People are too social for that.

Find your agent for calmness, purpose and peace and step confidently out in to the public arena.