Ever wonder if you’re insane? Well don’t worry about it any longer…you are…according to this 19th century list of reasons people can be admitted to the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum.
Why do we try to run away from or attempt to hide our uniqueness, our quirkiness?
We are all strange, everyone of us. It can be amusing to listen to folks talk about the eccentricities of others while not seeing the oddness of their own behavior and thinking. If our lives were the subject of a reality television show how crazy would we seem to those who do not live with us, do not know us and happened to tune in?
People are strange when you’re a stranger Faces look ugly when you’re alone Streets are uneven when you’re down When you’re strange Faces come out of the rain When you’re strange No one remembers your name When you’re strange
Let’s face it, we are strange, and our strangeness should bring us closer together not tear us apart. Too often it is the opposite. We allow our differences to divide us because they aren’t “strange like us.”
Once we embrace our weirdness, oddness, flaws and eccentricities no one can hold them against us and hopefully we learn not to hold other’s uniqueness against them.
may your insanity shine in someone’s darkness,
weight of the world on your shoulders face weary, worn, a scale callused hands squeezed of every ounce a well-worn path to your door a broad back that's overloaded strong arms grappling to hold sure, steady feet need balance a new task placed just so one more flame to extinguish another need shadows the daylight the candle shines at both ends your ears forever burning back aches and twisted hips flex, tendons stretch pulled in everyone's direction ruptured lives if you snap the one on whom they lean a foundation which to build the cornerstone of other people's lives if you crumble who picks up the pieces a look into those weary eyes a glance at trembling knees the sight of shoulders giving way rest my friend, you've done enough --- bdl
This morning I came across a word that I either don’t remember or have never encountered. Like many writers and/or conversationalists, I receive a Word of the Day from Merriam Webster. We say we do this to become smarter but more likely it’s just to seem smarter. We revel in a fortuitous moment to pontificate on these arcane, nebulous, obscure words hoping to obfuscate our miniscule, diminutive egos.
Today my word was etiolate which Merriam Webster defined as “to make pale, to deprive of natural vigor, make feeble.” Great word, although I haven’t been able to work it into a conversation once today!
“Wait for the Lord; be strong, take heart; wait for the Lord“
As I read, reflected and prayed these words I noticed how waiting bookends being strong and taking heart. To be strong requires working out, lifting weights, running laps, “just doing it“!
Taking heart, from a rousing speech such as Aragorn’s charge to the beleaguered army of men before the Black Gates in Lord of the Rings, The Return of the King is encouraging, energizing, empowering, but not words you identify with waiting.
Yet, there waiting sits on the shelf of wisdom straddling strength and heart.
Perhaps stillness is how we stay strong, pausing is how we keep heart. Continuous training leads to fatigue, no time to heal. Always taking heart leads to numbness where speeches, phrases, and pep talks no longer inspire.
Inaction can be as challenging as a workout, silence as inspiring as any words. So wait, wait twice as much as you pump up your body or yourself.
wisdom and waiting,