Young Killdeer with a Can Do Attitude that Rubbed Off on Me

Photo Credit: Dennis Bennett

It was the third week of May. A week after an intensive five days of learning to breathe in a new way to help manage my asthma in a better and healthier way thanks to the Buteyko Method.

Incorporating the method into my daily walk brought up the shadow aspect of me that can still feel like what I perceived as the ‘fat’ kid in my teens.

Instead of walking fast, I was learning to slow down and be in control of my breath. Though, at times, old programming can still run through my mind that faster and ‘no pain, no gain’ is ‘better.’

Turns out, it isn’t and what causes me to breathe harder and thus makes my body fight harder and struggle for air. This leads to a whole host of things popping up – like a tight upper back that plagued me for years.

Course correcting my behavior and thinking of well over 25 years since I began incorporating exercise into my daily routine was, at times, a wrestling match.

But the better I feel, the more I want to breathe in this way.

One morning as I was slowing my pace after an incline to be in control of my breath and not bring on tightness in my chest, I noticed a young killdeer running alongside the curb a few yards in front of me.

He was simply adorable! I marveled at the fact his legs were already at their full length despite his small body that would yet need to catch up.

I then smiled and thought perhaps if I’d been walking at a fast speed I might have missed out on this delightful wonder.

I watched as he walked with lightning speed. He reminded me of a roadrunner. I also noted that he kept trying to get up the curb, but just couldn’t seem to do it.

I wanted to reach out and help him, but even if I did speed up, he would too. I empathized with him trying with all his might to get up that curb. I’ve felt that way too when trying new things.

Just a few feet ahead I knew the curb stopped and it was flat and open to the dry ground he was attempting to get onto. I found myself cheering him on. Just a little ways to go, dear Killdeer! The opening is straight ahead! You can do it!

Just as he neared the opening he made a sharp wide turn to the right and missed the opening altogether, crossed the road to the other side, where he started all over again trying to get up the curb.

Isn’t life just like that sometimes, I thought? I was feeling the same way. Frustrated that I was trying to control a certain outcome and wanting to fall back into old patterning and what felt familiar and oddly, comfortable, though uncomfortable when I often couldn’t breathe. But the young killdeer reminded me to not beat myself up and to just keep trying.

I know the killdeer will eventually succeed and take that curb on with no effort whatsoever. And just like I’m learning to walk in this new way that is already so much more relaxing and enjoyable than it used to be.

XO

Barb

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Old English Word for Worry Made Me Take Notice. Whoa!

I can’t remember now where I heard this. But I was listening to either a YouTube channel or a podcast when I heard the speaker say that the old English word for worry is to strangle.

Whoa! That made me sit up and take notice. You too?

How many of us are strangling ourselves on a daily basis? And not to mention several times a day?!

This from Merriam Webster:

to harass by tearing, biting, or snapping especially at the throat; to shake or pull at with the teeth; to touch or disturb something repeatedly; to change the position of or adjust by repeated pushing or hauling; to assail with rough or aggressive attack or treatment; to subject to persistent or nagging attention or effort.
 
Then these are the words that are near the entry of the word worry: worm, wormhole, wormwood, worn, worrisome, worry wart, worse, worsen, worse, and worship.
 

Now I was down the rabbit hole of linking this all together. A good rabbit hole because this type of falling into the abyss is often welcome to help me deepen my understanding of self and shadow and to create a satisfying shift in my psyche.

Worm and wormhole made me think of dark and damp. Though it also made me think of earth and grounding and how good I feel when I’m out in nature connecting with the earth and how it calms and centers me.

But worry can be a dark place and a never-ending tunnel we spiral down into and then get trapped there.

Wart I associated with ugly. It isn’t pretty when we worry. Though we may not see it ourselves at first, it wears us down spiritually and then physically. We carry ourselves differently when we worry. We miss out on the beauty around us when we worry.

The more we worry, the worse it gets, and the more it can feel like we are being strangled. 

But then the word worship being around in the same area as worry caught my attention too.

Worship can often get associated with religion or vanity. But what if we could look at worship in a different way in relation to worry?

What if we could worship – appreciate and love ourselves – not in a vain way – but in gratitude for being a part of this vast and awe-inspiring universe? What if we could truly understand that all that happens in our lives happens for us and not to us? That each situation or challenge is a gift?

This from Merriam Webster and the definition of worship:

to honor or show reverence for as a divine being or supernatural power; to regard with great or extravagant respect, honor, or devotion.
 
If we could strive to be in this space more often, we wouldn’t be in this place of strangling ourselves with worry, but rather understand that on a grand scale everything has a purpose. That in the end, there really was nothing to worry about.
 
So next time I find myself beginning to worry I want to remember the old English definition because it certainly does not feel good to strangle oneself!
 
XO
 
Barb