The ground gives with every step I
take, like at the Fontain Ferry Fun House, where I spent as much of my childhood
summers as possible. On my first walks across the sinking plank boardwalk, my
parents each held a hand, swinging me up above the moving ground when I lost my
balance. By the time I was six, I felt ready for a solo stroll, and with my
cousins, I stumbled and scrabbled my way to the solid ground at the other end,
glad to have the long pants and sleeves mom made me wear. I picked myself up and did it again, and
again and again, until I learned to run across the moving planks with
confidence and balance.
Not holding on to the metal hand rails,
no matter what mom was hollering at me, was the key to not falling. A tight
grip on those handles kept my feet from feeling what was going on beneath them,
and I invariably ended up on the floor.
Using my arms for balance, keeping my knees loose and ready to absorb
the surprise of the fall, and not listening to the well meaning advice of those
watching – that’s what got me safely to the other side. Not holding on was essential for the three
story slide ride, also, which we were sent down with our legs and bottoms
wrapped in burlap. “Keep your hands in your lap,” the attendant told us. “Don’t
touch the slide.”
We were kids. Of course we touched
the slide. Thinking we might control our race downhill, or our fall on moving
ground, we reached out to steady
ourselves. Instead, we were thrown off balance, fell and rolled and tumbled and
then tried it again until we learned to let go and find our own center of balance.
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The ground gives with every step I
take, and there is nowhere to stand in this world that is stable, there is nothing
I can do to control the movement around me. No matter how hard I’ve tried, I
have been unable to make my ride through life be still while I find my balance.
There are surprises around every corner, and I’ve found it necessary to be ever
alert. There are no reliable handles that won’t eventually throw us off course
and make us fall. There are no handles that won’t eventually make me stumble
and fall.
Although I secretly believe myself
to be smartest, I have been unable to control hardly anything and certainly not any of the people any
of the time; not the ones in my own household or the ones
far away. Not what they think or do, not the choices they make or the beliefs
they hold, not what they consume or how they raise their children, none of it.
Neither can I control opinions people might have about me, personal advice they
might give me, or malicious rumors. I cannot control the economy or political
climate, the air I breathe, the extinction of amphibians, or the new,
night-shattering light that blinks through my window from the top of the cell
phone tower.
We can’t control the way life
unfolds around us. There are just too many variables. Now, with world wide
communication – this very net we’re on - there’s more to know, more to keep up
with, more to break down, more variables than ever before. The more there is
for us to keep up with, the less control we have over any of it. Progress is going to keep happening. Evolution is
happening. It’s bigger than a Fun House ride; and – given the numbers of
clinically depressed adults and children – it must be blowing our minds.
So. What are we going to do?
It’s possible for each of us to find
a personal balance so sure that will carry us through to the end. We do this by learning to control our thoughts
about any situation that arises. We can’t control how life is unfolding, either in
our personal worlds or on the planet; but we can control our thoughts about it, no matter how far-fetched that
seems during those middle of the night worry marathons.
It takes some practice, but it’s
entirely possible to unlearn worry, to skip anxiety, and get straight to
balance and peace of mind. No matter how unstable things seem, no matter what
the situation.
Letting go may be the best first
step to reaching personal balance: let go of the idea that you ever had any
kind of control, let go of every should-would- could in your speaking and in
your thinking, let go of cherished outcomes and even deeply held beliefs. Let
go of the secret belief that you’re smartest.
When we begin to control ourselves and
our thinking, it doesn’t seem so all-fired important to control the situations and
people around us. If we can learn to participate in life without getting emotionally
bound up every time the ground gives, our contributions to life are genuinely
helpful to ourselves and others.
Everybody’s happy.
©Melissa Falls 2014