Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Don't let that bird fly


You can have interactions that just drain you. With other humans. And you can have interactions that feed you, too...

This is Lee, from the Pacific Northwest (Seattle area).  We're about to start the Christmas Trip 2012. Took this photo in case it would be useful. I knew it would be useful, eventually.

We met on this trip a few years ago. Escaping the rain and cold. This time around we got to talking and Lee asked some question that turned into a thread on family dynamics. The humans who were in the car with me, Danny's brother and his wife are here, after all. In the sunny parking lot with the rest of us. And it's weird. It's about the accident, and the narrative of blame, et cetera.  I've found that often people know the right questions to ask.

Then Lee's telling me a counter-story, an incredible story that I'll never forget. She has two sisters, one of whom, Sister A, did something on a boat, made a tragic mistake that resulted in Sister B not having a leg any more. A rope got wrapped around it and the boat took off from the dock and left the leg.

That's not even the interesting part. After the accident Sister A, the one who ripped off the leg with the boat, doesn't talk to Lee any more. She tends to Sister B and takes her to physical therapy and Lee gets to be the bad one. Mind you, Lee was not there, was not responsible, was not even remotely involved. Yet Sister A in her guilt needs to shun someone, exclude her for some murky triangular reason. If you have sisters, you might recognize this situation as illogical and hurtful and unjust. Which is exactly the point.

In the here and now, shunned and yet whole, Lee has advice to share. On this related story and how it all went down, the bizarre injustice and the blame... she says 'hey, don't let that shit bird fly'. I can still hear her saying it. Philosophically speaking, girl - don't let it fly over you and drop anything you didn't order. Don't be a victim. Don't suffer other people's baggage and let it become your punishment, your injury, your burden.  Don't let the bird shit rain down on your life.

Keep your spirit intact. Be whole.

Nearly 5 years on, I was thinking of Lee on that sunny December morning in the parking lot in San Diego. For the nth time...don't be under that shit bird, no matter what. Because your life is worth something.

1 comment :

  1. Yes, this. Yes, this! Lee's got it right.

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