There’s nothing that will break up the monotony of deciding which type of yogurt to buy in the grocery store like a kicking, screaming kid throwing a hissy fit. More often than not, the kid earns the candy bar or the newest toy they’re clutching. Maybe we adults could learn a thing or two from these crazed creatures who will stomp till they drop in order to get what they want.
Resilience is as important as patience. As adults we often forget this vital instrument that propels us toward the object of our focus like the jockey spurs on his derby-winning colt. And why wouldn’t we? We’ve been taught to “take a breath,” “calm down,” “suck it up,” and “take it easy.”
But the squeaky wheel is the one that gets greased, and some days I want to squeal so loudly that a deaf old man in Brazil can hear me. I want to stomp so forcefully that the body of my first incarnated self can feel the tremble vibrate through my limbs, and I don’t feel bad for feeling this way.
For everything there is a season as referenced in Lennon’s song and the ancient text of the Bible. Even Jesus, the Prince of Peace, got pissed and flipped the tables over on those selling doves in the temple.
The power of the Infinite created the soft breeze of summer that turns into the most tumultuous of hurricanes when the time is right. Nature has a way of balancing frustration and peace. Nature has a built-in knowing of when the time is right. The birds head South when they’re supposed to; the salmon swim upstream in time to spawn; the forest fires rage, stripping the land so that the rain can move nutrients to the soil that restores the ecosystem.
But how am I supposed to know when it’s best to throw a tantrum and when it’s best to strike a child’s pose on my yoga mat and just breathe?
When in doubt I imagine I am spread eagle and spinning on a giant cosmic wheel that will land on whichever response it is time for. I have grown to trust the wind that spins this wheel and believe that a popular ad campaign in the 80s had it right. Sometimes we need to “Just Do It,”—just stomp until we get our way and the frustration evaporates or until we are too damn tired to care about the item being pulled from our grasp. Then maybe we will earn a nap.
Devastation will come and go just as a storm brews, shreds the land to bits and leaves a rainbow illuminating the freshly cleansed earth. We just have to believe that progress is made, not only through peace, but through frustration and that we have the right to dig deep to plant our seed of change. Inside us lies all the determination and nourishment we need.
So, go ahead. What are you waiting for? Stomp those divots.
Michele can be reached at www.michelezirkle.com or www.rainnoevil.com. Access more at soundcloud.com\lifespeaks.