A retired English teacher, I reflect on the many facets of my life: retirement, reading, writing, gardening, faith, parenting adult children, grandchildren, loss, grief, healing from grief, surviving the loss of a loved one by suicide, hair loss, alopecia, aging, and living life at the foot of the Rocky mountains.
sun was unseen and unfelt, as I, clad in a heavy wool sweater, entered an office
building for a recent late afternoon appointment. For days, a mind full of thoughts all over the
map regarding sundry problems in my life alternately vacillated between
agitation and calmness. The weather, nearly always given to sudden and
seemingly unaccountable changes in spring in Colorado, was not helping my
unsettled feelings about those troubling thoughts weighing down my mind.
day, one packed with activity and plans, was far from over when after the
appointment I briskly walked towards the car.Once out of deep shadows cast by the office building, I realized the sun
was warming my back as I hurried down the street. As my mood lifted by the good
visit and the sun at my back, my quick pace slowed down enough for me to glory
in the beautiful spring scenes around me.
I entered the building just an hour before, had I even noticed that the once
brown bare bush branches near the doorway were now clad in green leaves? Why
hadn’t I earlier drunk in the beauty of trees covered in fluffy white blossoms
that lined the wide street on which I stood?
my husband and I had long awaited plans for the evening, I wanted to keep
believing that the sensory input I was experiencing was true and
trustworthy.Sight, smell, touch: they
all confirmed it was a warm, sunny spring day. I could feel the warmth of the
sun.I could see that Mother Nature had
done her springtime magic by causing bulbs to emerge from their long winter’s
nap in the earth. Hoping be eradicate any belief in the weather forecast of
snow later in the day, I looked to the west.Blue skies minus any clouds provided a beautiful backdrop for the snow
covered mountains in the distance.“No
storm clouds are coming in over the mountains,” I told myself. Even the car temperature
gauge reading of 70 degree supported my internal argument that surely snow
would not ruin my day, and my mood.
I turned around.I looked south and
east.The forecast that had been in the
weather for days was confirmed.Sensory
input coming from the direction I now faced, could not be denied.A storm, not coming from the mountains in the
west, but from the south and east, was brewing.Dark, nearly black, low clouds forming and covering the entire sky to
the south forced me not to be misled by only looking at part of the picture.
rational thinking, and experience caused me to turn and to look towards the part
of the sky where the weatherman had predicted the storms would form. The
evidence was clear.A storm was on its
skies above and around me provided a perfect metaphor for the juxtapositions we
encounter in life:Darkness meets
sunshine.Two extremes collide.Springtime, a time of perfect juxtaposition
between winter and summer.Upon which
image is one to focus?Should one focus
only on the springtime flowers and sunshine, or should one focus on stormy
skies stirred into a fury by chinook winds which bring blizzards and
On the day I just described, I wanted to believe
that the sun would keep shining.I could
substantiate that belief if I only looked at part of the evidence.
April 8, 2011
Placing images of sunshine, spring flowers,
white blossom covered trees, and dark, threatening, moisture laden dark clouds driven by fierce cold winds side by side in my mind, a new metaphor began to
emerge. It was a metaphor for
strongholds in the mind.
April 1, 2017
Strongholds in the mind
remind me of spring.
They don’t tell the
They ignore evidence,
believe false evidence,
or they only consider a
portion of the evidence.
Strongholds of the mind
are clung to as if they could save, rescue, restore, give peace.
They run hot and
They are sunny
one moment, and oh so stormy the next.
Strongholds keep us from living the life we were
meant to live.
Strongholds are like
March, the madness of March,
could nearly drive one mad.
The weather vacillates.
Soft mountain breezes
whispering hope for sunny skies stir the daffodils one day.
Those same bright yellow flowers that brought
such hope and joy, such optimism on a perfect spring day,
are buried in snow the next.
wonder you have the reputation of being the cruelest month.
Spring, you are
those dark dreary days of being shut-up indoors during winter, we believe that
when Spring brings forth her flowers, we will only have sunshine and happiness.
Our beliefs on how spring should be
suddenly become incongruent with our experience when a sunny spring day
suddenly turns stormy and snowy. Uplifted, buoyant emotions change like the
take root in the mind based on some belief about how we think lifeshould be.
maybe, strongholds are based on what we think we should be, or how others
should be. Too often we base our beliefs, our emotions, on what we can see,
think, or experience.
Can we always
take that which we
as being true?
that recent spring day when I wanted to believe the sun would not give way to a
storm, I based the information I wanted to believe about the day by only
looking in one direction.I based my
belief on only one part of what I could see.I wanted to ignore the dark clouds forming to the south and east of
me.I wanted to focus only on the sunny
sides to the west.
could have faced only to the south and east and stood in the shadow of a
building and denied that the sun was shining, the skies were blue, and that
winter’s dreariness was giving way to spring.I could have.
I could have insisted
that my truth was informed by what I could see and feel while only looking in
one direction.I could have.
could have rejected the evidence that a strong wind was stirring those dark
foreboding clouds in the southeast and moving them westward towards the sunny
skies.I could have told myself, “I
don’t think it will storm.”I could have
thought these thoughts, and I could have believed them.Thankfully, earlier in the day, I’d heard the
truth of these words:
Don’t believe everything you think.
that is not consistent with the truth will never bring peace.Just because one thinks something is true
doesn’t mean that there is any truth in what that someone is thinking
Spring reminds me of
strongholds in the mind.
Strongholds of the mind
remind me that there just as spring is capricious, so also are my thoughts and
Spring nearly always
breaks a part of me.
The breaking comes as I associate both the birth and death of my daughter with spring.She was born forty-one years ago today on a glorious spring day in April.I noted in my journal on the day she was born that the daffodils were blooming.
A first peek at Julie by her sister's Amy and Keicha
Keicha, Julie, Amy
The last photo of my three girls together
took her life seven years ago just as spring was nearly over in 2010.
in her mind brought on by depression, suicide ideation, and other addictions
became too powerful for her to overcome on that day when her life ended.So many other days and times she had not
believed the destructive thoughts about herself and the future, but on that
day, the day of her death, her battle with her mind, her body, her emotions,
her beliefs, her demons, was lost when she took her life.
this the day of her birth, I wish to remember all that was Julie.The spirited joy that she brought to us all
is what I remember most. Birthdays are to be celebrated.As a mother, it breaks me each year as I seek
to integrate the joy and sadness that Julie’s birthday evokes in my heart.I also purpose in my heart and mind that
Julie’s life will never be remembered only for the strongholds which ultimately
Julie surrounded by daffodils in Ireland
Julie’s legacy to me is
a lesson I hope to pass on to others.
You just cannot always trust what you are feeling.
I’ve learned a lot about strongholds of the
mind since that fateful day when my daughter took her life. I’ve also learned
how to fight those assailing thoughts which seek to destroy.
Julie died, a sticky note found on her desk became the message I believe she
left for us all.
Live well was its simple message.*
is the message of her life I hope to remember most.
wrote in my journal right after her death, that I hoped to integrate her life
and death as I progressed through life.I did not want to live as a person shattered in broken pieces that never
were gathered up to make a new a new story for my life which had held so much joy
and sunshine but now contained such grief and darkness.I wished to live well and not give in to any strongholds
which could destroy.
the girls, my beautiful daughters have each called and with brave voices asked, “How are you, mom?”I heard their
tears and my throat catches as I say, “I’m ok.”I know they hear the tears in my voice.We cry.We remember.Amy, says to me, “You
have handled this all with grace, Mom.”
it shows to my daughter, it is because I’ve been given so much grace.
Grace is always a gift.
It is not one I could have conjured up for myself.
It is simply God's gift to me:
Grace for the journey.
has allowed me to take the darkness and the sorrow,
the joy and laughter,
the flowering trees,
the jaunty daffodils
the grace to live out the message Julie left for us all.
*The photo at the bottom of this post, and the photo of Julie's message to us all were taken by my daughter and her sister, Keicha. You can read a beautiful tribute to her sister here: Julie, Do You Love Me?