Thursday 29 October 2020

Assertive= a balance of self-assuredness and gentleness...not aggression


While my sister was making us some lunch, I decided to
enjoy the view from her balcony.
Majestic and awe inspiring, the waves from the Pacific Ocean
licked the golden beach at Burleigh Heads.
I closed my eyes briefly and inhaled the smell of
 salty moist air, pine trees, coconut sunscreen and
freshly cut grass.
Some of us may view Beethoven's Fifth Symphony as
one of the most glorious of music compositions, but for me,
that honour goes to the sound of a rolling ocean.
 Enjoying the sound of the ocean, another sound,
gentle at first but growing in volume, began to demand my attention.
I opened my eyes to look for the source of the sound
and realized that it came from a multitude of Fairy Wrens
enjoying the freshly cut grass on the ground in front
of the Hotel entrance.
I know very little about birds, but I do love Fairy Wrens.
I quickly ran down the three flights of stairs to get a closer look.
Like a busy airport, the little birds landed and took off while
singing their song. Amazing. Beautiful.
As I was admiring the birds, I saw a feather ''dancing'' in the wind.
I decided to try and catch it as it was falling.
Alas, the wind was strong and the feather very light.
Every time I tried to catch it it seemed as
if the motion caused the feather to rise somehow, so in
the end, I just held out my hands and waited for the feather
to just gently land in the palm of my hands.

Lately I have been pondering gentleness.
There are numerous books on how to be more
assertive, firm, stand your ground, get your voice heard,
take charge, etc. etc. but...
what I have not come across so far, is how to be assertive
 in a gentle way. 
One definition of being assertive is: ''someone who states their needs
and opinions clearly''  another is: ''being confidently aggressive
and self-assured''. 
For some of us, being able to state our needs and opinions can
be experienced as quite confrontational as well as emotionally
challenging. 
Howso, you may ask?
Because it's not just about what we say, but also very much about how we say it.
And how, often reflects how strongly we feel about what we are
trying to say. In my opinion (and experience), it seems
assertiveness can quite easily morph into aggression by
a mere incremental increase in vocal volume.
Oh, yeah? Oh, Yeah?? OH, YEAH??!!
Often with an increase of vocal volume comes an increase
of emotional charge and what may have begun as a conversation
becomes a heated discussion, or perhaps even an argument.
Some say that an assertive person has a fundamental humility and
gentleness that runs through how they interact with others.
They are able to assert their opinions and needs without
being loud, pushy or aggressive.
Instead of relying on volume to get their views across, they rely
on a clear and precise language void of insults and hurtful words.
It is unfortunate, but it seems to me that somehow words
such as gentleness, tenderness, kindness and softness
are often getting a bad ''rap''.
I may be wrong, but I believe that there is an underlying attitude
in many of today's societies that gentleness, tenderness, 
kindness and softness are often equated with weakness.
Should we aspire to be successful and ''winning'' people,
the underlying thought seem to be that
we can leave no room for neither of those qualities.
But what if that thought is wrong?
What if gentleness, tenderness, kindness and softness are 
fundamental characteristics of true strength?
What if those characteristics are paramount for us to
be successful and winning people?
As someone once said to me: ''It takes a strong person to
to acknowledge his/her weaknesses.''

''Every weakness contains within itself strength.''
(Shusaku Endo)

about the images: at the top, ink on paper,
the fairy wren, ink and acrylic on paper

Wednesday 21 October 2020

Home is not a building. Home is the heart......


 Determined not show her pain, she decided to leave.
She didn't care that it was late, she didn't care that she had 
nowhere to go, she just couldn't take his drunken ravings
any more. 
He may be a fantastic piano player, but he is a lousy and
mean drunk, she thought to herself.
As she was gathering her coat and scarf she could her him
opening another wine bottle.
Don't say a word, just leave, she told herself as she put on
her coat and scarf. Hurriedly she ran down the three flights of stairs to
the ground floor. 
When she opened the door to the street she was met by a chilling
wind and a heavy rain. Great. She could feel her resolve to ''overcome''
beginning to wean. Tears were not far away either.  Get a grip, she
told herself, but somehow she seemed unable to move.
Pressing her back in to the closed door behind her, she was able to avoid
some of the rain, but not all.  But then, what did it matter?  Rain or tears, it
made no difference, the result was the same. Her face was getting wet.
Actually, she thought, if feels quite good to not have to hide my tears.
She closed her eyes. Then, as if out of nowhere, she suddenly heard a voice.
Excuse me, but are you alright?
She opened her eyes and standing before her was a cab driver.
Are you alright?, he asked again.
Kind, he seems kind, she thought. I could do with a little
kindness, but should I really tell a stranger that I feel broken,
sad, lost and lonely? Does he really want to know if I'm
alright or is he just a creep?
She looks him up and down, ....probably middle-aged, in cab-uniform, tidy,
kind eyes, and he had a genuine look about him. 
No, I'm not alright, to tell you the truth, she finally answered.
As if he had heard her thoughts he answered:
In case you wondering whether I am creep or some sort
of shady person, I want to tell you why I am standing here asking
you if you are alright. I have daughter back in Bulgaria who
is about your age. I worry about her a lot. If she was standing alone
late at night in rain crying, I would want somebody to be kind to her, 
so that's why I want to be kind to you.
Is that okay answer? 
She decided it was. 
Please, we step inside to talk, yes?
Together they stepped in to the foyer of her apartment building and
sat down on the steps leading to the elevator.
My name is Yurik, what is yours?
Billie, after Billie Holiday.
Billie, what is wrong? 
His voice sounded so compassionate and genuine, that before she knew it,
she unraveled. 
She told him of her boyfriend's drinking problem, of how he would
disappear for days, how he would mentally torment her, belittle her,
and occasionally hit her. She told him of her battle with loneliness,
of her dwindling self-confidence and self-esteem. She told him of her fear of
becoming homeless if she left her boyfriend as it was her boyfriend's
apartment she was living in.
Billie, why you not go back home? asked Yurik when she finally stopped
talking.
I no longer have a home Yurik, my family emigrated overseas a few years ago.
For what seemed to her as ages, Yurik didn't respond.
She looked at Yurik and wondered what he was thinking.
Had her last words perhaps upset him since he also had emigrated?
She decided not to speak but to wait for his answer.
Minutes passed and then finally he spoke.
You must make your own home Billie. Home is not building, home
is heart. 
You mean, my home is in my heart, Yurik?
Yes, Billie. When I first came to this country, I too was feeling sad 
and lonely. I missed my home and my family so much my heart 
always aching. I wanted to go back, but politics in Bulgaria
crazy and prevent me from going home. Then one day Yurik
have a good thought. Home is not building, home is heart.
Family exist in heart, heart always with me, so home always
with me. You see, Billie?
She did. 
Her home was not with Jan, neither was her heart.
No matter how scary it seemed, she needed to leave
him. Resolve restored, tears dried, she was ready
to begin the journey of creating a new life for herself.
Amazing what a little kindness and a few well chosen words
 can do, she thought.
You feeling better now Billie?
Yes, Yurik. 
Good. I must go now sorry. I start driving again tomorrow
very early. You will be okay for me to go now, yes?
Yes, Yurik. Thank you so much for being so kind to me.
No problem, Billie.
Yurik stood up, put on his peaked cap and straightened his 
uniform. Bye for now Billie, stay strong, he said and then disappeared 
behind the slowly closing apartment building door.
Billie looked at her watch. 2:35 am.
My home is in my heart, she said to herself as she started to 
walk up the stairs. Each step a step closer to the end one of one life
and the beginning of another.


''The ache for home lives in all of us.
The safe place where we can go as we are
without being questioned.''
(Maya Angelou)

about the image: a photo with some editing.
While zooming in on a still life photo I had shot, I discovered
a face in the reflection in the back ground.

Sunday 11 October 2020

A Halloween story.....or is the truth out there?


 

He ran as fast as he could.
Damn! The bus driver didn't see him.
Great! Now he was going to have to walk all the
way home.
Buster sat down on the well worn old wooden bench
at the bus stop and fumed. 
Right, I'm going to have to hitch a ride then.
Trouble was, that there usually weren't many folks
around in his little town after 10pm. Most people
had farms to look after and went to bed early in the evenings.
Well, you never know. Buster slung his bag over his shoulder,
lit a cigarette, stood up, and then stuck his thumb out.
Half an hour later, he sat down on the bench again.
Not a single car had passed in either direction.
Walking it is then.
It could be worse, it could be raining, he thought as he
stood up and started the long walk home.
He had just passed the last town house when he suddenly
saw some strange red lights in the sky.
That's odd, he thought.
What kind of air crafts fly like that?
It couldn't be helicopters, cause they can't fly upside down.
It couldn't be any kind of normal plane cause they fly
straight and not in tight circles.
Besides, the lights indicated that whatever those things were,
they seemed to be able to fly backwards as well as forwards.
And, how come they didn't make a sound?
Perhaps the air force was testing some new kind of
aircrafts?
With his eyes firmly fixed on the dancing red lights in the sky
Buster's mind was filled with questions.
UFO's? Aliens? Nah, there's no such things.
But even so, the lights had him spooked.
He quickened his step.
As suddenly as the lights had appeared, they suddenly disbursed
in to different directions and just vanished.
All, except for one who seemed to just drop to the ground.
Huh? What just happened? Buster's heart was racing.
Further up the road he thought he
could see some flames and smoke rising against the night sky.
Geez!! Now what!!@#??? It's crashed?? What if someone
was onboard it? What if that someone was injured?
Buster started to run toward the
flames and smoke whilst telling himself, 'you shouldn't
be doing this, this isn't going to end well'.
As he got closer to where he thought the 'thing' had crashed,
he realised it had not crashed on the road but in the wheat field
that ran alongside the road.
Some hundred meters or so on the right hand side of the road,
Buster could see a sliver of dark gray smoke slithering its way
upwards.
Without really thinking about any consequences, he ran
towards the smoke. 
What the...????
Hey, Buster, what are you doing here?, asked Jim Robinson, the owner
of the wheat field.
Where's the thing? Buster asked dumbfoundedly.
What thing? answered Jim Robinson.
The red light thing that just crashed here?
What are you talking about, Buster? It's just me here
trying to smoke out the rabbits eating my crop.
But I saw it go down, Mr. Robinson!!!!
You must have imagined it Buster, said Mr. Robinson and then
as to prove his point he held up a rabbit.
Mr. Robinson, I'm telling you, I saw some kind of flying craft
crash down here in your field.
You youngsters, so full of imagination....what are you doing
out at this time of the night anyway Buster?
I missed the last bus, Mr. Robinson.
Well, son, you better hurry on home now. Your folks will
be worried, said Mr. Robinson as he turned his back to Buster and 
started to walk out of the wheat field.
In a minute, Mr. Robinson, I just want to check something out first.
Buster looked at the holes in the ground.
They did look like rabbit burrows.
To get a closer look, he hunched down on all fours.
That's when he saw it.
A faint red light.
What????
Buster quickly scrambled to his feet and stepped back from the
holes. The red light intensified and the holes grew bigger and bigger
until they became one big hole.
Buster felt terrified but couldn't move.
He felt as if he was watching the ground giving birth, but to what???
Holding his breath and feeling absolutely paralyzed with fear, Buster watched as
the ground gave birth to a red glowing octagon shaped flying craft.
Out it came, and then.........
soundlessly it soared higher and higher, constantly twisting, looping,
rising, dipping as if gravity did not exist.
And then suddenly, it just vanished.
As soon as it had vanished, Buster started to run and he didn't stop 
until he closed his bedroom door behind him.
He jumped into bed fully clothed, pulled the covers,
and fell asleep instantly.
Until......
suddenly a bright red light filled his room
and woke him up.
A face like no other face, barely four feet from
his own, stared him straight in the eyes and
with the eeriest of voices said: ''I don't exist.''

Happy Halloween

(if you celebrate it)

about the image: a seriously edited photo I shot of a friend of mine