Finding the Sweet Spot

imageSo…about 20 seconds after the last epistle, the time to read abruptly stopped and it has been a sustained, intense, not much time for reading, making notes in the evenings, utterly exhausting time! Fantastic, rewarding, meaningful, energising and fun as well as exhausting, frustrating, confounding, perplexing and tough. I was reminded of my friend Deb’s post here about happiness.

I have one more full day of work here. Members of my beloved family arrive tomorrow and I feel like a school girl wanting to excitedly rush them around my class room. This is such a massive part of my life and I am so thrilled to have them here. They have been supportive from day one so they too, are excited. The ladies are thrilled and fascinated to meet them! Much felicitation has been planned.  They have heard lots of stories over the years and are particularly impressed that my dad is heading off to do a trek that is actually a pilgrimage they would all love to do. They ko aid that the fact that a bloke in his late 70’s is doing it is pretty good! And they said imagethat…bloke... Well, not bloke then.

There has been a long strike in the run up to the election. My dad can climb huge hills with ease, but is less thrilled about strikes so we hope that our contingency plans to get them from the airport work out well. It is easier for some people to walk 20 kms through rugged terrain than jump on the back of a motor bike! (Only joking dad! Sort of)

imageAs I descended into a deep wallow of my exhaustion for a nanosecond last night, I realised it was more about wondering why I can’t be more balanced. There you have it people, a confession of sorts. A moment of searingly honest insight. Then I decided that really balance is not all it is cracked up to be. Like my friend Deb sort of said. I don’t have a balanced life. Never have really. But I love this funny old life. Everyone knows that.

I am going to finish this with a quote from Marianne Elliott which I re read often. She says, way more eloquently than I ever could, some of the things I think. The struggle I have regarding a lot of the search for in inner happiness and look after yourself first stuff. I agree, this is an area where we do need balance. Marianne says:

Let me make this declaration upfront: I’m extremely wary of ‘self-improvement’, as a goal or a genre. I’m always a little horrified when anyone suggests my book, Zen Under Fire, falls into the category of self-improvement. It’s a memoir, a story of impotence and despair and the path I found from there back to service, through faith and action. It’s not about self-improvement.

But it is about self-care. At least in part. It’s partly a story of what happens when we try to serve others without taking care of ourselves, and the toll that can end up taking on our health, our work and our relationships.

It seems so obvious as to be trite – each of us is responsible for taking care of our own basic needs. But it seems to bear repeating, over and over again. I certainly need to be reminded of it, regularly.

In life, unlike on a plane, it is not always as simple as putting on your own oxygen mask first.

There will be times when the needs of your community require that you sacrifice something of your own comfort, perhaps even your own well-being; times of crisis, emergencies that call on all of us to assess honestly what we are willing to give up, and how far we are ready to go to serve and protect the people we love.

In so many ways, this willingness to put ourselves out for others, because we know that the benefit to them – or to our collective – will outweigh the inconvenience to us, lies at the heart of what it means to be part of a community.

Our impulse to build community through these small (and sometimes not so small) acts of sacrifice is both the glue that connects us to each other and, sometimes, the greatest challenge to our ability to take good care of ourselves.

Because we want to connect, because we are wired for connection, we agree to do more than we can really afford to do – we commit more time, more energy, more resources than we really have to spare. The scales tip out of balance very quickly, too, when the willingness to make sacrifice, to build trust and connection, is not reciprocal.

My personal path is a hunt for the sweet spot – the place where I take care of myself, know my limits and set up some boundaries that keep me from overstretching myself repeatedly, but without switching off my impulse to serve, to help and to create community and connection through personal sacrifice for the good of the whole.

Because – just as there will be times when the overall health of our community calls on us to give a little more than is comfortable – there will be times in our lives, inevitably, when we can’t take care of our own needs and will have to rely on others to help us. (love this bit! Ed)

So our long-term well being as individuals relies on the health of our community.

And although the health of any community obviously relies on the health of it’s individual members, there will be times when we are each called on to go a little further, give a little more than is comfortable and stretch a little beyond what feels possible, to ensure that community – without which we cannot survive and certainly cannot achieve any meaningful social change in the world – is preserved.

Back to the search for the sweet spot, and the madness….

6 thoughts on “Finding the Sweet Spot

  1. Pamela Parr

    Hello Wendy and all you lovely Bhannis I am in England now having left Nepal a week ago just a short two week trip this time but next year I hope to get to Jhapa again ,left on the day the bhanda started which was interesting I have had so many comments on my black /white beaded necklace and bangles one guy in Kathmandu was all set to take me to his studio to copy them said I broke his heart when I refused but I told him better to break his heart than the ladies at Samunnat he said he was a jewelry designer and really liked the designs and colours have fun on the next CJ trip hope all goes well despite the security political problems remember me to those rather gorgeous Nepalis Laxman Chaitra and of course Bishnu hugs Pam didi

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    1. Wendy Moore

      Namaste Pam, it is starting to get cool in the evenings here so I am sure the kids at Sonrisa will be gratefully snuggling up under their beautiful new Pamko quilts! Look forward to seeing you out here. Maybe we will be in our new building by then! Much love and safe travels, Wendy

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  2. Deb Hunt

    Wendy dearest I’ve tried to reply several times only to be thwarted by failing internet connections. I loved this post! By now you will be surrounded by family and I’m sure there has been huge excitement all round. Whenever I feel overwhelmed by the amount there is to do I remember waking up in the Courtyard Hotel, very early, and seeing you meditating first thing in the morning. There were many sweet spots amongst the excitement of that wonderful tour. Blessings on you all x

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    1. wendy Post author

      Lovely Deb, we are in Kathmandu now and the next group gathering. You can imagine their delight on arrival at the Courtyard. And yes, that practice each morning, not automatic but oh so necessary, continues. I think I learn more and more how rest and play is even more important when there is a lot to do!

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  3. genevieve

    Hope your family has now made it there safe and sound!

    Maybe the problem is that we look for balance thinking of it as it pertains to weight and items on two sides of a scale. In art of course there is symmetric and asymmetric (my favorite) balance. And perhaps we need to think about our lives as having asymmetric balance. Yeah…I’m working on that.

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    1. wendy Post author

      We are all here together and back in KTM with the rest of the gourd ready to head to Janapkur. Genevieve, what a fantastic thought. And you know that I am partial to the old asymmetrical necklace or two!! Here’s to asymmetrical balance. You could do a blog post about it!! Hugs, Wendy

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