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The Prick at the End of the Needle

"Blessed are the hearts that can bend, for they can never be broken." ~Albert Camus~
“Blessed are the hearts that can bend, for they can never be broken.”
~Albert Camus~

Most days I go out into the world feeling terrific, like the world is just waiting to unveil some wonderful treat.

Imagine your spirit as a  red helium balloon floating across the sky – that’s the kind of energy I try to show up with every day.

Some days though, I run into a prick that pops that soaring balloon and leaves my spirit withered and spent in the dirt,  feeling a little  slimy on the inside with the shine worn off. I know I’m not alone.

Often there is one person out there who is the prick to your balloon, at the end of the universal needle of life. You’re either the balloon or the prick. It’s that simple.

Or is it?

Tonight, as I mindlessly flipped through the March 2015 Edition of Shambhala Sun, I came across an article by Zen teacher John Tarrant. Part of the beginning of the article read like Mr. Tarrant was inside my mind;

“All that stuff you are having a hard time with? Your mind might be doing it, you know. The difference between happy and sad might be inside your mind.” And, even though your head has been filled with conversations, justifications, reasons why your ex-husband really is the difference between happy and sad, or possibly it’s your boss, your kid, or climate change – you begin to wonder…To consider you might have a part in your own difficulty is like a loss of innocence.

Driving in my car, and throughout my time at the gym, I was thinking that I need to come up with some ways of allowing my bright-red-balloon to soar while defending against the prick.

Given that my usual method of dealing with people like this is straightforward; “You know, you’re being a(n) ________ ” (choose your favourite descriptors for pricks), not being able to deal with the situation head on for fear of damage to myself, I know that I must get creative.

I thought that perhaps I could dull the prick, but then a wise and wonderful gal-pal reminded me that sometimes being struck by a blunt object is harder than a sharp object ( yes, it does help if I think of things symbolically – I’m weird like that). Then I thought about donning armor against such sharp pricks.

That might be the trick – finding armor (AKA: coping mechanisms) to outwit the prick.

So that’s what I’ll be working on for a while; ways to remain my flamboyant, positive, creative self without exposing those wonderful gifts in a way that lends itself to being popped by the pricks of life.

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