MOTHER’S IDIOT & COURAGEOUS WOMAN ALL IN ONE DAY

~ Posted 31st October 2015 ~ (PM – referring to PM yesterday – Friday)
 
So how’s this for the power of the human spirit? 
 
This is what my blog is all about... to try and show how a person who is “said to be broken”, can still function perfectly well when the true meaning of their life is where they find their call in any one moment in time.
 
My last blog post was all about the morning struggles yesterday with stress and anxiety overcoming me.  I had also received a call in the morning before I went shopping to ask if I would counsel someone who was in a very hurting place.  As all should know by now, I have only presented myself as an “Online Logotherapist”.  I just don’t feel confident enough to do face to face counselling even though it was something I had done naturally and successfully many times before I was ever a trained counsellor.
 
The client sounded so distressed, that I could not bring myself to say no, even though I knew it would add to my stress levels that day as a result of my own lack of confidence and my fears. 
 
Once my shopping was done and my son had gone to work, I did see my client and it turned out to be the most meaningfully rewarding encounter with a unique and beautiful person.  I was able to help them and that meant so much to me personally as I took another courageous step up the mountain of my own life.
 
It amazes me how often I can allow my own lack of confidence and my fears to hold me back from my own progression, but if someone is hurting, I cannot say no to being there for them.  That doesn’t mean I’m any less scared to “put myself out there”, but for me, I believe and KNOW that the calling of my life is to be there for others and to share my experiences and heart with them in any way I know how and possibly can.  So when “Life calls” I find myself saying “YES”, then somehow just putting my trust in “Life” that everything will work out ok... and inevitably, IT DOES. 
 
A dear friend send me the following beautiful words yesterday:

Strangely, late yesterday afternoon, I unexpectedly  had yet another face to face client whose life seems to be in turmoil... two in one day and “I did it”... another testament... to me... of the power of "my" human spirit. 
 
I want others out there to know also, that there is “more”... like I’ve said before... “there is always more”... just give yourself a chance... take chances... leave your comfort zone occasionally and explore the possibilities that “Life” still has in store for you personally... you might be surprised at what “more” there could be waiting especially for YOU...
 
Every time I take a step towards my own area of “courage”... I am surprised!  I believe that one day I won’t be so surprised anymore... I will know... “This is who I am... who I was always meant to be... doing what I was always meant to do”...
 
I wish the same for all those who are reading this today who have not yet found that incredible place of personal meaning and freedom in their own lives. 
 
It exists... Carpe Diem (seize the day).
 
I would love to add “& Courage” to the title of the following poem that I love so much:

Opportunity
This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream:--
There spread a cloud of dust along a plain;
And underneath the cloud, or in it, raged
A furious battle, and men yelled, and swords
Shocked upon swords and shields. A prince's banner
Wavered, then staggered backward, hemmed by foes.
A craven hung along the battle's edge,
And thought, "Had I a sword of keener steel--
That blue blade that the king's son bears,— but this
Blunt thing—!" He snapped and flung it from his hand,
And lowering crept away and left the field.
Then came the king's son, wounded sore bested,
And weaponless, and saw the broken sword
Hilt-buried in the dry and trodden sand,
And ran and snatched it, and with battle-shout
Lifted afresh he hewed his enemy down
And saved a great cause that heroic day.
 
By:  Edward Rowland Sill (April 29, 1841 – February 27, 1887) American poet and essayist was born in Winsor, Connecticut. He was orphaned when young and brought up by his uncle, Elisha Sill in Ohio.
 
~ Pana