I noticed, when going downstairs while using the handrail,
That I don’t cling to it for safety/security,
But I lean on the handrail,
And, as always, I seek the metaphor for life, my life.
I think security/safety is important for a stable life, but
It is balance I seek for a meaningful life.
Balance is often thought of as a teeter totter between two members of a dichotomy:
Good/evil, fit/unfit, religious/atheist, etc.
But there are no dichotomies; there are three or more forces involved in each problem.
As a physics teacher, I believe in force vectors, in which the sum of each force AND their directions determines your movement.
Unattended, forces are exerted, causing movement.
And so what reaction to these forces do you perceive?
A. Nothing, I am blown by forces not of my making.
B. Resist the impinging forces by my own personal strength.
C. Seek balance, seek to balance forces with other forces that act in opposition or in replacement of forces arrayed to place stress in my life.
For me this balance comes in the form of meditation, jigsaw puzzles and bike rides.
Walks in the beach, turning off cable news, spiritual practices, walking with the dog etc. offer balance to my stressors.
Hugs, cuddling, touch, kisses, are powerful forces in this regard.
And so, instead moving according to forces I don’t control,
I sit quietly as the whirlwinds if life,
In a direction that
Gives me balance.
It is this balance that sustains me in the face of trauma,
Like death of a loved one, illness, surgery, motor accident, addiction, and so on and so on.
Balance, and God,
And my wife of forty five years.
Love is a great balancing agent.
I see others, people who don’t have balance,
And I can’t give them balance,
I can only be sure that I am balanced.
Can you see?
That I am balanced?
And not teetering?
Sometimes, sometimes, I teeter,
When I teeter I know what to do,
Seek balance, find equilibrium,
And go on to the next event.
– Small town boy