The real challenge

Before my trip to Japan, 3 years ago, I did an interview for a friend.

Revisiting the video earlier this year – my boss wanted to use it – I have realised how important the underlying message is.

And it’s a message that is timeless.

The message I was seeking to drive home, was that the only challenge that is real in life, is to be more loving.

Someone cuts you off in traffic?

Be more loving.

The computer crashes and you lose all your data?

Be more loving.

When things like this happen, loving yourself and others through the mess, is a way of showing your best.

Love beats a path forward, even when all seems lost.

So next time, when life doesn’t go my way, the response I am choosing is to use it as an opportunity to be more loving.

Will you follow me?

Forgiveness

Often misunderstood as almost a weakness, forgiveness can set a person free.

For me, it’s difficult to forgive. And I’m not alone.

So let’s break it down.

There are two directions that can be taken when an injury occurs. These are revenge. I can hurt you back. Or forgiveness. I can understand that you are human too and I can love you instead.

Once I can forgive, I release myself from the cycle that holds me prisoner to the hurt. And I’m role modelling how I prefer to be treated. Maybe I can use the pain as an opportunity to lead others caught up in the web of pain, into a safer harbour and onto the path of healing.

Forgiveness does not allow the other person involved to get off lightly. If anything, it holds them even more accountable. To believe they have no conscience and to hold onto the belief they are a monster denies true justice. It excuses them for their crimes.

So I’m trying something a little different this time. I’m choosing to heal. I’m choosing to voice the truth of what happened that caused me harm, and I’m setting myself free.

This may take time. I may have to forgive repeatedly. For forgiveness is often a cycle.

But I’m walking this road, instead of denying it.

Will you walk it with me?

Writing

For those who have always known me, you will be well versed in my love for writing.

Currently, I have my first book being published.

Bartholomew, an Australian native bird known as a Tawny Frogmouth, follows the story of a young fledgling who strives to live his dream.

For pre orders, just email me at lizseverest@gmail.com

Courage

This post is copied from an answer I wrote on Quora, where more of my written work lives.

My hope is that by clarifying what courage is, this can help others who do not currently have access to my other work.

Courage, as I’ve understood and experienced it, is having the ability to love more than fear. There’s a saying in Europe, called Whistling down the wind.

It means that a person uses what they have, their breath, to call on something, the wind, that is greater than they are.

Regardless of whether you see this Greater Presence, as the Universe, God or the Human will to live, I’ve found it important to connect with this larger Force.

So, courage is not fear. It is the love that stays with you and works through you, to overcome the fear.

Girlfriend

It was mating season and I was single.

This is a bad situation to be in when you’re a wasp. It made me the laughing stock of my fellow wasps.

I’d dance, and wiggle, and fly in loops. But none of the girl wasps were interested in me.

Then, I found her.

The breeze sprang around to the North.

Her sweet scent sent me wild. I’d dreamed of meeting her. She haunted my sleep.

Finally, it got too strong.

My desire forced me to start looking for her.

I flew dead North. I flew until my wings ached and my eyes were watering.

Then, just as I thought I could fly no further, I saw her.

A snigger went up from a small group of other male wasps hanging around the bottom of a plant I’d never seen before.

I’d fallen in love with a flower.

woman lost in forest wants to go home. Befriended by the tree spirits who live there.

Brown twists of hair flew behind me as I fell from my glider and into a tree.

The weather had turned suddenly from a strong yet placid breeze and into a vicious wind.

Now stuck, I had to abandon my little air craft, or risk staying in the tree. Getting down and onto the ground was my next problem.

Dangling from the straps that held me in the pilot’s seat, I undid them so that I could, swing my legs.

Having navigated my way out of the glider, I was able to now scale down the trunk of the tree.

Landing with a thump on the ground, I realised I was totally and completely lost. And with no water to drink, or even an apple, I knew I just had to get home before dark.

Looking up, I was glad for the shelter of the trees, as they protected me from the worst of the weather.

I walked for a bit, not sure where to start my journey home. I couldn’t see the sun, for the shadows underneath the trees were too dark.

Before too long, my worst fears were realised as all the shadows melted into one. I knew night had fallen.
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Now, being of a scientific mind, at first, I thought it was a trick of the eye.

A shadow seemed to wink at me.

I stared.

It winked again.

Then, out of the tree in front of me, a twig sneezed.

I started to run, pushing twigs out of my face, and catching my hair until it was filled with small burs and tangles.

Plunging face first over a log, I came down into a puddle of mud.

Strong, gentle hands lifted me up.

” Found you.”

With mud in my eyes, my hair now plastered to my cheeks, and it being night, I couldn’t see.

I was guided by the hands into a sitting position. It was the log I was now perched on.A cup that smelt like peppermint tea was thrust into my palms, and the mud was wiped out of my eyes.

A fire danced upon a pile of animal manure illuminating the shadows.

Before me stood a person shaped tree.

“Would you like some help with your glider?” it asked.

I nodded numbly.

“Right then. You better stay with me until we get it fixed.”

Ideas

Hello My Loyal Readers,

I’m currently having dinner with friends. As my girl friend is cooking, I’m being entertained by her husband.

The conversation has taken a turn towards ending the world’s problems.

One idea with merit is to connect all equipment in the local gym to a generator.

As people cycle or jog on the treadmill, or use the bicycle or rowing machine, they can create environmentally friendly clean electricity to feed into the local network.

To give an incentive, however much electricity is created, let the person get that amount of credit with their gym.

This idea is free to the world. If you’re interested in supporting me with this, please make contact. I’d love to hear from you.

Until next time.

Liz