“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”
― Harold Whitman
I found this quote in an old Filofax. Then found a quote that says “getting excited about an idea is not much of a plan”. Mm
yup, I am good at excited but need a more focussed thinker to help me with my plan. So it’s TEAMWORK folks!
Storms, rain, darkness, yet what did I find when I really LOOKED?
I was shocked – I really had forgotten all about what my psychiatrist had set me to do! I thought I was doing so well but had moved my focus onto working with my therapist.
Visual processing means that if I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist: Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind.
But equally, if it is IN sight (and there is a great deal in sight as on my admin desk at the current time) then it is ALL in my mind and it is overwhelming.
Feeling that the pile of papers I see is a mountain that cannot be climbed, I shuffle round it’s edges, tidying the mountain a little, but not actually making an attempt at ascending it.
Knowing that I am pretty good at many things can be forgotten when the shock of knowing I have forgotten something important comes flooding over me. Horror paralyses me: I have failed to do something I had agreed to do…
I have long since learned to tell the nasty gremlin voices to shut up. I know I am not a useless worthless person.
I have put something away that needed to be left in sight.
I have left out things that needed to be put out of sight.
ISTMIM: In Sight Too Much In Mind.
Wisdom – which is which?
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Corrie ten Boom: “But, she said, “this is what the past is for! Every experience God gives us, every person He puts in our lives is the perfect preparation for the future that only He can see.”
Corrie ten Boom replying to John and Elizabeth Sherrill, co authors of “The Hiding Place”, in their forward. This book was made into a film portraying Corrie and her sister, Betsie (who died in Ravensbruck concentration camp), and the ten Boom family’s experiences during the Holocaust and the part they played in rescuing many Jews only to be arrested themselves.
A Peace rose, lavender and thyme in our garden (C) Sharman Jeffries 2013
Everything in our home says ‘calm, rest here, be at peace’ – it was designed that way as we renovated our old property. Even the roses in the garden are ‘Peace’ roses and there is a Quiet Room (summerhouse) at the bottom of the garden.
People come here, walk in the door and say “It’s so peaceful here. Wonderful.” Guests come to retreat with us and remark of the restfulness of the entire property.
I am so blessed to live here and offer the serenity of our home to others. Do I feel that way though?
Not always! It can be busy running a home and family, several businesses and the retreat. But the busiest place has been in my mind …
I have attention deficit hyperactive asset (according to Dave Gilpin – see his Twitter page and Hope City Church UK) and have some amazing gifts and abilities but these need some good support to keep them positive.
The actress Betty Davis said: “Getting old isn’t for wimps” and how true that is! I am now able in the UK to get free prescriptions (very useful – read on…) but have to wait another year and a month to be eligible for free bus pass and state pension (ouch – now you know how old I am!). Things don’t work as well as they used to. My slightly off beat brain needs a bit of support, my body needs regular exercise and it likes pretty sensible food and levels of alcohol.
Anywhere, where was I? Oh yes, that happens too… the old cognitive processing systems seem to need a bit of oiling. I have always had ‘dyslexic moments’ where I could tell you the first letter of the word but not recall the word itself until after four or five shots of trying different ones out. Now that has increased to a word or a name itself.
I don’t think I am at the stage yet portrayed so honestly in the film about literary and philosophy genius Iris Murdoch. That was quite upsetting to watch yet so beautiful at the same time. I don’t think my loving spouse need worry about having to run down the road after me quite yet!
However, back to main topic. A busy mind, neurodiversity for the aged, and revelations…
I am planning to write up some academic papers long outstanding to submit for publication. Am I up to the job given my present state of mental health? Here is where the free prescriptions being so helpful comes in… I take medication to calm my brain down and medication to calm myself down. I am not however in a state of lethargy or vagueness… I feel more… LIKE ME!
Unlike Kay Redfield Jamison the fine author of a fine book, “Touched By Fire” (her autobiography “An Unquiet Mind” should also be read -or listened to as it comes on audio book also), I do not have to take and balance levels of Lithium for manic depressive illness (also called Bi polar disorder).
Stephen Fry has done excellent programmes on this illness, which he himself has, interviewing celebrities like Robbie Williams and Carrie Fisher (others are listed on Google: Vivien Leigh, Catherine Zeta Jones, Jean Claude van Damme, Van Gogh to name a few ) .
I am not having the level of struggles of those creative wonderful people. I am hopeful that my support strategies and my medication can offset my busy mind, my post menopausal weird hormones and my tendency to collect gadgets and any form of information and knowledge indiscriminately – and thus I get all my filing systems, book cases, computer filing, email accounts clogged up.
Stephen Fry also collects gadgets … and sports cars apparently… out of my league!
I am very hopeful and quite excited to enter a new phase in my life and would offer you a poem written about my life without my strategies and supports:
My chattering mind. It does seems to me that strange animals live inside my brain: Some are woolly, jittery and ‘tiggerish’, others are still and wise. It’s a funny thing to hear them chattering away to me, some contradicting the other. There are times they all manage to be still when I’m without distraction or urgency But this doesn’t happen often and extremes of noise or quiet may cause some of them to take fright, some become tired and confused, others begin to rant and rave. Those tell me horrid, depressing things about myself that I don’t think are true. But they do make me doubt and I begin wonder if I am as awful as they say. If I could choose, I would have just one animal in my head, perhaps an owl crossed with a worker ant: one useful, helpful creature instead of the cacophony of my zoo. Imagine how wonderful a person I would be if I just had one crossbreed of practical and wise in my conscious mind, and not this contentious menagerie? Ah well, I suppose I should just accept the diversity of my personal zoo and make sure I don’t pay attention to the wrong animal at the wrong time in the wrong situation. (c) Sharman Jeffries 19.6.02When I found out about Nancy Doyle’s company that supports, assesses and coaches people who are neurodiverse (ND) – GeniusWithin Ltd – I have to confess my emotional rollercoaster response took me aback.
I experienced joy, envy, excitement and self-recrimination and my thoughts went something like this:
“It’s great that someone is promoting the Genius that is within people like me! I wish I had built up that company, missed the boat now. They could even help me perhaps, that’s great! Why didn’t I build up something like that then, procrastinating again obviously. Need to do better.”
GeniusWithin Ltd’s FaceBook page http://www.facebook.com/GeniusWithinLtd?ref=ts&fref=ts shows a diagram of the positive attributes that may be found in people with a particular neurodiverse profile (from Mary Colley’s DANDA Venn diagram of the ND spectrum of difficulties).
(Thinks: “Why didn’t I think of doing that?” )
Anyone astute enough can see I do a good line in self criticism… even after all these years of personal development, spiritual mentoring, counselling, supervision and coaching… Sigh…
The title of a still relevant and useful but now very old book, says it all: “Excuse me… Your Rejection Is Showing”. (Noel and Phyl Gibson, 1990. Published by Freedom In Christ Ministries Trust: Drummoyne, Australia).
I do have an early background of being (or feeling) rejected and/or abandoned. One feels that after more than 30 years of working on the tendency to protect myself against being rejected again, feeling I don’t make the grade no matter how hard I work blah blah blah… bleat bleat bleat! (no wonder humans were likened to sheep in the Bible…)
With a red face I recall that during the late 1990’s and early years in the new millenium, I wrote articles for Woman Alive magazine on related subjects: “Price of Perfection”; “Curse of Comparison”; “Do You Walk by Faith – or Limp” and “Mind Body and Spirit” (a few others too).
The one I notice I didn’t get round to finishing and get published had the working title: “Reject.” The whole subject was linked in my mind to the children’s TV programme of the late 1980’s to mid 1990’s, “The Raggy Dolls”.
See http://http://www.classickidstv.co.uk/wiki/The_Raggy_Dolls
These toys were stamped ‘reject’ and thrown down the reject shute because of various manufacturing faults. Yet they had really special adventures, were interesting characters despite not been stamped ‘accepted’ and supported one another.
The last chorus of the series’ song goes:
“It’s not much of a life when you’re just a pretty face. Just to be whoever you are is no disgrace. Don’t be scared if you don’t fit in, look who’s in the reject bin. It’s the Raggy Dolls, Raggy Dolls, dolls like you and me”
Perhaps I never finished writing the article not because I procrastinated (although that would be a possibility…) but because I wasn’t ‘brewed’ enough yet, I still struggled to put the “Accepted” label on myself.
GeniusWithin’s diagram of positive attributes for my particular ND profile (ADHD – I, dyspraxia, mild dyslexia and occassional Asperger type characteristics) indicates my attributes as
| innovation, rapport, awareness of others, creative abilities, novel thinking, energy and passion, visual thinking, more creative abilities, connecting ideas, at times concentration and fine detail processing. |
I posted that list on their comments box and commented excitedly: “I’m like an exotic flower in a bouquet of daisies. ”
They posted back:
Yesss!! what a lovely affirmation (Nancy does know me by the way) ACCEPTED!
ANY OTHER ‘RAGGY DOLLS’ OUT THERE WANT TO JOIN ME?
Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the ring (2001) official theatrical trailer http://imdb. com/title ..
In a scene in the film version of Tolkien’s “The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring” Gandalf and Frodo sit in the Mines of Moriah. Gandalf has forgotten the path they need to take and the fellowship are sitting in this gloomy place waiting for him to remember.
Frodo has been injured by a blade from Mordor and, although healed from the blade’s dark poison by the Elfs (Tolkien’s spelling) in Rivendell, the injury will never completely heal. Sitting in the dark gives Frodo time to think, to reflect on the dangers that his quest to destroy the ring of power has brought his friends and companions into. The burden of the dark Lord’s ring adds to his depression.
He confides in Gandalf, “I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.”
Gandalf looks kindly at Frodo and smiles.
“So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.
There are other forces at work besides evil. Bilbo was meant to find the ring, in which case you also were meant to have it… And that is an encouraging thought…”
Gandalf then remembers the way they need to take…
No matter how many times I watch the film – yes, I LOVE films! – I still feel uplifted by Gandalf’s words.
I can’t find them in Tolkien’s book but I guess the script writer (who was he/she?) took the guts of the story and this scene describes how Gandalf played a vital part in helping Frodo – and the others in the fellowship – keep going even in the darkest places.
Do you have people like that in your life? Whenever you feel really low and feel like chucking in whatever project you are undertaking, giving up on achieving the goals you have set yourself, they will have just the right words to say to you.
I don’t mean the ‘pull yourself together!’ brigade… (you know who you are!). I mean the person who will be there with you in the feelings, who will allow you to express the emotions that are overwhelming you, maybe hold your hand or just be ‘present’ with you in the moment.
Then somehow they bring a new perspective, help you to see things from a new angle, shine a new light on your experience… and your clouds blow away, the heaviness lifts and you can stand straighter, walk taller and smile again.
They may not necessarily be a trained counselor, coach or mentor. There are people in the world who seem to be truly empathetic and have the gift of encouragement and insight. Some people may have experienced more of life’s difficulties, trials and tribulations than is imaginable and have come out the other side with wisdom beyond their years.
However, whether we LISTEN to these ‘angels in training’ though is our decision.
I remember a time when I was suffering from clinical depression and anxiety illness (triggered off by a combination overwork and going through the menopause: hormonal imbalances are NASTY!). I did decide to listen to my Gandalfs, but I had to wait for medication and rest before I could act on my decisions.
Some people may be in a position where they would rather CHOOSE to feel weighed down rather than DECIDE to accept those insights and BE ENCOURAGED. Maybe its their ‘Eeyore’ personality type or maybe they see benefits to being perpetually down and depressed?
Cognitive Behavioural Therapists and Coaches will encourage clients to evaluate the pros and cons of the likely consequences of making changes in their lives. Such honesty can reveal that it may not be the right time for that person to make changes yet – they see more benefits to staying where they are, doing what they have always done, seeing how they have always seen… Another time perhaps?
But if there ARE beneficial consequences that can ensue from making a decision to change and we are in a place to act? We could SOAR like an eagle rather than flap along the ground!
It is true that we can’t choose the time we live in, we but we can choose to decide what to do with the time we have. We can recognise ‘the way out’ –
I want to send my thanks to my ‘Gandalfs’ – you know who you are and you are brilliant! I hope I can be a Gandalf to those who come my way as you have been to me. Mwah!
Thanks to all those who are ‘Gandalfs’ out there in the world – we need you desperately in these times…
This Friday we are getting up VERY early to attend A Call To Business breakfast meeting in London’s City. There is always a buzz inside me when I go up to ‘the smoke’. It’s the place things are happening!
This Friday, Paul and team will be telling us about a young West African man who seems to have become a self taught genius despite having to scour rubbish dumps for the bits and pieces he needed to build and design a radio, just one of his designs. Check him out:
► 10:07► 10:07
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOLOLrUBRBY
Nov 16, 2012 – Uploaded by thnkrtv
15-Year-Old Kelvin Doe is an engineering whiz living in Sierra Leone who scours the trash bins …
Half of me is excited that such a thing can happen, the other half challenges me to wonder why I didn’t get ‘discovered’ for the genius that I am.
Each of us have to do the best with what we have been given… In the time that we have…
As Gandalf said to Frodo in The Lord of the Rings film when Frodo wished he had never been given the ring… See my next post!
This I saw on Facebook. I like the idea of seeing myself positively don’t you?
“What about realism though?” you argue. Well, yes, that would be good, but how many people have an over-inflated view of themselves? Not that many, I would suggest, as many people I have counselled over the years see themselves as much less than they actually are.
This morning, while putting archive boxes for our business in our already heaving loft, I dropped a lid of a plastic storage box farther back than I could easily reach. Annoyed because its dusty up there, getting down on my knees I saw a cardboard box and – as I often do – got distracted. “I wonder what is in there?”
Lifting up the lid I saw several colourful lever arch files and two box files. The lever arch files contained journals written as therapy during my struggle to do my PhD. The box files contained: YES! my original copies of my poetry (some dating back 25 years or more), articles, short stories and my early attempts at writing down my personal story.
Excited? Yes very, and intrigued because at Christmas my other half’s brother-in-law (i know, family links are confusing…) gave us his ‘old’ lap top in case any of our adult kids needed one or knew someone who would benefit by having a lap top. This lap top had an ‘A’ drive – floppy disks. Bear with me here; the last time I was in the loft, I came across a floopy disk storage box with two disks in it: my archived poetry, writing, short stories etc.
Put the two finds together and I find my heart leaping with a sense of anticipation and intrigue at coming across the hard copies and the computer files of my non-professional, non-academic work.
Still with me? One of the tasks given to me the last time I saw my ADHD psychiatrist was to write up a plan to breakdown the first of the academic papers I had outstanding. Anti-procrastination exercise. I mentioned that my back log of paper writing had been causing me concern because no matter how I thought I ‘must do this’, I never seemed to get going on it: other more immediately gratifying tasks or crises got in the way. I dutifully completed this task – I am paying the guy! – and furthering it to include other papers on my list of things to do at some point (I think it was becoming a ‘bucket list’!), I started to wonder about my creative, literary and therapeutic journal writing… was I ever going to do that before I swanned off to Heaven?
Two things have miraculously emerged at almost the same time. I reckon this is a ‘sign’.
I have decided to view myself positively like the old girl in the cartoon. I am more than capable of finishing my academic writing and now and then blogging my poetry, short stories and so on during that time. I can treat myself with some creative blogging as a carrot to help me drag through some of the dry formal prose needed to get my papers published.
Later on after my list of projects have been done, I can address the issue of publishing more of my writing in a different format… unless Heaven comes first of course?
(C) drsharman.wordpress.com/ 2013
I’m so glad for my mate Godfrey Birtill’s songs – not bubbling myself this morning (viral thingy still around) but Godfrey’s Facebook link to the old traditional Pentecostal song he has updated (sounds like Lonnie Donnegan! – oops, age alert) made me smile and had me jigging around! The old Pentecostals must have really enjoyed expressing their faith…
Music calms the troubled breast – as someone said. It is also something that I forget when I am locked into a ‘downer’ or OTT time. So, memo to self: “music is therapeutic, you know that Sharman – so PUT THE MUSIC ON! NOW!”
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