Wishing you peace, art and healing
I fell over in New Zealand. In February, I fell over in New Zealand Aoteaoroa outside Piha General Store. Just a little fall, but a pulsing ankle resulted.
How might I heal? How might any of us heal?
Heart of the Tree Fern
and….Tree Fern Woman.
A bit of art and
a bit of nature didn’t do any harm.
It helped that I was staying in a cabin amongst the treetops, able to gaze softly into the heart of the fern.
It helped that I was able to ponder the spine of the kauri.
That ankle eased up in no time.
Tree Fern Woman
Is this a thing?
Have you heard of it?
No, I haven’t either. Compassion fatigue, yes. Outrage fatigue, yes. But these terms don’t describe what I periodically feel.
I have decided to call this species of ennui: Responsiveness Fatigue. I manage it by allowing myself to completely tune out here and there, when I can. Some do it regularly. It’s called ‘the Weekend’. That’d be your normal person who works nine-to-five Monday-to-Friday and chills out on Saturday and Sunday. But I am not normal.
a wise old tree with vertical roots
My art, therapy, coaching, caring way of life has forgotten what a weekend looks like. I choose to live a not-normal life, which has multiple benefits and generally, I’d rather be ensconced in a quiet frenzy of paint and paper on a wooden dining table than be out on the bright harbour water-skiing.
It’s just that sometimes I require a particular type of downtime, which involves