I took myself on a bit of a wild goose chase. Wild goose chases are exhilarating if they are productive. And I was in need of a wildly curious wondering off into the blue. Off into a land of discovery.
Good health had been mine for a very long time. Rolling along for what seemed like an eternity, I had not been sick. Until I got sick. I am not sure what “under the weather” means or from where it originated. I could go on a wild goose chase and uncover more about this expression.
But where was I. Oh I was sick. So sick. My ordinary became scrambled and my body and soul cried out for rest and restoration. And when one enters the land of blah and stays there for what feels like an eternity, self-pity can creep in.
And that is where perspective-changers come in. You know them. And you have them in your own life. Friends who break through the dark and dank. The dull and gloom. They change your perspective with a word or phrase of encouragement and offer hope on a proverbial silver platter.
I was admittedly wallowing. Feeling less than poetic. Uncreative. And sick and tired of being sick and tired. The sun was coming out on the outside but the insides of my world were deeply entrenched in winter. So as any good self-pitying poet would, I felt pathetically left out of the bright and sunshiny world. And fell into the land where the blah trees grow. My world was blanketed by rest and restoration. Hmmmm, sounds like an enviable, vacation like place in which to linger.
I didn’t see it that way. I saw through the lens of pain and sadness.
A friend sent me a well-timed text, a quote and a word. And I latched on and sped off in pursuit of wild geese. And I fell in love with the words of J.M. Barrie. She texted me this quote late one afternoon as I lay in my bed, sick and tired. And it was like honey on the back of my throat, and a warm bath drawn for lingering, for soaking a weary soul. It was simply, medicinal.
“You must be warned against letting the golden hours slip by; yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.” – J.M. Barrie
And then she, my friend, said these words:
“So rest and restore and live to play another day.”
How simply profound. These words found me in a place of soul fatigue. Feeling like I was dormant, passive even and that life was actively passing me by while I was hurting and trying to heal.They revived my weary spirit. And that lead to a bit of a goose chase. (You thought I forgot about the goose chase.)
These words lifted me, gave me hope and I became ravenous, not just hungry for more. So I went in search and found wonderful quote upon quote from the author of Peter Pan. And I accepted and received the implicit permission I was given this particular evening, to rest and restore and prepare for the healing. To sink down into the dormant time of sickness, to lean into a time of rest which would give way to healing. And to save up and expect the beautiful, the wholeness and wellness to return to my living.
I could see that passion and beauty would return. With the smallest of shifts in my perspective, ushered in on the wings of a friend’s words.
Words are that for me. Agents of healing. Life-affirming and life-giving.
So as I read more of Barrie’s words and reflected on my season of sick and ick, I came to the thought that perhaps one of the greatest gifts we can give is the gift of encouragement to one another. And I love the picture of the Golden Hour and its various meanings. (I have been on a goose chase discovering the meanings of this phrase too. More on that soon.)
I have uncovered some words for you. May you be encouraged by his today. And perhaps one day or some day even mine. Because I think I was made to write and encourage. And maybe I got well so I could continue to do both.
For goodness sakes I had a sinus infection, though I felt I was a death’s door, I would clearly recover. But in this time of sickness followed by healing, I realized even more clearly, as the passion slowly came back: I do desire for my own art to be life-giving, to inspire, to encourage and to whisper a call to see beauty and to shift perspective.
Sometimes it takes a period of pain to regain perspective all over again. To redeclare what our art is called to do. To define more clearly our purpose and our call. Pinpoint how it is we are to use the gifts, well. Not just good. But well. Perhaps very well.
Enjoy these words from J.M. Barrie. And if you need to rest and restore, take care and do. Perhaps we can play another day.
“Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.”
“God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.”
“Shall we make a new rule of life from tonight: always try to be a little kinder than necessary?”
Thank you for allowing me to bring my words here. May you be encouraged to find the poetry and the beauty that is uniquely in this day.
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Elizabeth, I do hope you are feeling significantly better as you read this. Being sick is no fun, but I am glad that your friend with the Tinkerbell spirit came alongside you.
You will be happy to know that I made a somewhere amateurish attempt to write a poem in response to Psalms 130 last Friday on my blog. As I started to pen my thoughts, they just fell into stanzas. I thought of you as I hit publish.
Thanks for linking up at Thought-Provoking Thursday! 🙂