Yesterday, I was reminded of an analogy Dr. Wayne Dyer spoke of awhile back, when he asked (to paraphrase), “What comes out when you squeeze an orange?” Well, the obvious answer would be orange juice. But, he took it further in asking to take a personal look at ourselves and what goes on in our lives.
What comes out when we’re being squeezed? I think this is what I got hit with yesterday ― the stuff that’s held onto for so long in people’s hearts. It had to come out.
The story of the orange came to me after a series of phone calls. I was excited to chat, as I normally don’t talk on the phone that much ― at least, not this many calls, one right after the other. The energy built and momentum from one call to the next and I didn’t notice it at first.
The calls ranged in emotions from happy birthday greetings, everyday kid-raising conversations, the expressions of rage in political grievances and finally to sad, fearful, hard-to-let-go crossroad decisions.
I could relate to each of them in what was being said, having been there in some form or another in different stages of my life. As the momentum built from each call, I got caught up in it. It was different this time, however, to view the conversations from another’s perspective.
It made me wonder, “Man! Is there truly that much fear, anger and despair?” “Am I really that much out of touch with the world?” There was a strong, intense energy in the phone calls and voices ― it bowled me over with surprise and a sense of urgency that I needed to pay attention.
After I hung up, still overwhelmed and taken off guard, I felt as if I had been slammed from all directions. I didn’t know who had been squeezed ― them or me ― but something sure had happened. I needed time to breathe and process it all.
As I thought about it, I realized a little slice of the world and people’s pain paid me a visit. It’s a pressure cooker out there with what’s going down these days. You know the feeling. It’s as if people can no longer smile, pretend and play the game anymore. Their true feelings can no longer be contained and they are exploding. Yesterday, I just happened to be there in the line of fire to listen. I hope.
I thought I had sorted it all out on what had happened but there was more I had to understand. I finally recognized that the phone calls were triggers to get my attention. I was doing what I had always done and that was look to the outside for answers instead of going inside. We always have a choice about what we give our attention to and energy.
In my heart of hearts, I believe in a Source, no matter the label or title, that’s greater than what is seen or appears real ― and I believe in love and good will. I’ve had my share of heartbreak, challenges and fears and I don’t think anyone enjoys going through them.
We need each other more than ever for encouragement and strength, even when we’re squeezed and what comes out is not pretty. Maybe, my inner child I abandoned so many times before was just screaming to get my attention to celebrate our birth together by saying, “Happy Birthday”.
So, I decided to celebrate with Bobby McFerrin’s song, “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”.
Pat from the ol’ kitchen table