Scaling Life’s Mountains

Filed under:Spirituality Resources — posted on November 9, 2008 @ 7:15 am

It is the simple things in life that please me. But it hasn’t always been that way. There was a time in my life when everything seemed dark. It was a time when my children were the only source of light in my life. I was disappointed in myself for descending so deeply into such an obscure frame of mind and that increasing self-resentment only made each day all the more dismal. I took refuge in the stories that I wrote, escaping my own reality by creating new ones and falling to sleep as a character with a life far better than my own. I was trapped between the boundaries that I created for myself, allowing no other feelings but self-pity and disappointment to reside and freely cultivate.

It may sound quite dramatic to those who are fortunate enough to have never experienced such inner despair. Unfortunately, most people can relate to how difficult it can be to climb over the peak of depression, especially if they have been dwelling at the foot of the mountain for some time now. But with each minute, each hour and each day that we remain still, we have a greater tendency to get comfortable within those boundaries. The mountain becomes a part of the scenery that we soon fail to see and the journey we were meant to travel in order to reach our destiny becomes postponed, or worse yet, never conquered.

Life began to change for me after I realized that it was not my environment that controlled me, but it was I who controlled my environment. It was I who dimmed the lights in my own world and it was I who needed to slowly turn them back on. It was during that journey when I took a second look at my life, realizing that my children needed me. They deserved a mother who would provide light in their own times of darkness, guiding them into a better life than I had allowed for myself during those times of hopelessness. They deserved a mother who would conquer and move mountains in order to share with them the wisdom that I would obtain for the day when they would have to set out on their own journeys. They would learn that happiness is a gift that we give to ourselves and that regardless of how lost we feel at times, continuous movement in faith will eventually brink us to our peak.

It was at this time when I began finding the good in all things that I had subconsciously ignored. I began to notice everything that I overlooked outside of myself due to my previous self-indulgence with inner wretchedness. I found that it was the simple negatives in life that would control me and that the simple positives would, in fact, set me free. Just as I would have probed for and willingly allowed any negative to govern me, I began my search for each and every positive that would eventually set me free. I began taking one step at a time, falling on occasion, but getting right back up with my goal in mind as it became more visible with each step. Using my own internal compass and by creating my very own paths, I conquered feat after feat until I eventually mastered the art of scaling.

We deal with disappointing and depressing experiences each day of our lives. Rest assured that these difficult times are your opportunity to grow and to learn more advanced strategies in order scale your next mountain more quickly. These difficult times provide you with experience and knowledge that you can pass on to your children and to the world. They bestow upon you wisdom that, when looking back, will cause you to proudly stand in awe at how far you have traveled. Only through difficulty can you rest at the peak, look out over the horizon that surrounds you, and rejoice beyond today’s imagination at how beautiful life really is and how lucky we truly are.

Michelle C. Ustaszeski is a writer and photographer of inspirational and motivational art. She believes that if you can prematurely feel the emotions of your desired outcome, your reservations have been made and reaching your destination is simply a matter of time.

In 1998, Michelle created Sam-n-Nick’s Inspirations, named after her two children and located at http://soulfuel.com, when she combined her love of writing together with the digital camera. Sam-n-Nick’s Inspirations produces and sells scenic and enlightening framed art, bookmarkers, stationary, music, books, candles, bath products and other comforting gifts to warm the hearts and souls of her customers through private home parties.

Emily Hogg

Filed under:Spirituality Resources — posted on @ 3:44 am

Emily came into my office today with severe stomach cramps. She’s only seven so it’s not what you think. Emily is a tiny, shy girl with hair so enormous it makes me wonder if it has ever seen a brush. There is a stomach bug going around the school so her presence was not surprising. She was the third child that had fallen ill this lunchtime.

After dispensing a complimentary glass of water and calling her mother, I enquired as to Emily’s availablility for jobs. She said she would like to help me (I am still amazed at the pupils’ almost sycophantic willingness to do the most mundane jobs) so I set her the task of counting out 2p pieces into piles of fifty.

2p pieces are a delightful coin. They are larger than an Amercian quarter, made of copper, and feel lovely in the hand. It makes me wish they were worth more so I could use them more often.

Emily is a girl of few words so I turned back to my work while she counted. A few peripherals glances from me revealed that she was completely engrossed in making a 2p train all across the desk. This method of counting hadn’t really occured to me but I let her work away at it. Finally she arrived a fifty and carefully put all the coins in the money bag. Just as I was about to start her on the special elastic ball that is carefully hidden deep inside the top drawer, her mother came to collect her.

I turned to do my work while Emily gathered her things. It was quite quiet so I thought Emily and her mother had left but then I sensed, rather than felt, something beside my chair. I turned around slightly and before I knew what was happening, this feather of a child launched a full-on, no holds barred hug. I found myself slightly taken aback since that sort of expression is very uncommon for adults, even amongst close friends but after I got over my initial awkwardness, it was really quite sweet. Personally, I didn’t think that counting out coins, 2p or otherwise, was all that exciting but that wasn’t really the point. The point was that even though her stomach was cramping quite painfully, she felt special.

The coin counting wasn’t really intended to make her feel special. It was meant to serve the dual purposes of keeping Emily occupied until her mother arrived and getting the coins counted so I can’t claim that the whole thing was engineered beforehand. I had forgotten about the absolute faith small children place in adults before they realise grown-ups don’t know everything.

It’s a rather humbling realisation.

Thanks Emily.

Hope you feel better tomorrow.

Marcia Adair is a freelance writer and fine art photographer in the North West of England. Her primary photography interest is finding the extraordinary in the mundane as well as documentary/photojournalistic work.

Photographs may viewed at http://www.marciaadair.com All photographs are available as limited edition prints or as stock photographs for commercial use. Please get in touch via the site if you feel we would be a good fit.

Her writing interests are whatever you they need to be for your project. Previous work includes travel articles, academic research, marketing copy and program notes for classical music concerts.

Marcia maintains a blog, entitled Musings, which can be viewed at http://www.marciaadair.com/musings