Problems Are Mountains and Mountains Can Be Climbed

If there is a large mountain in our way, and we have to get to the other side, it doesn’t do much good to pretend that it isn’t there.

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To get to the other side of the mountain, you don’t have to get rid of the mountain, so much as figure out a way through or around. The Divide, art print from Steve Henderson Collections.

And yet, we do this all the time, not so much with mountains, as with problems. Large, obvious, societal problems, like high housing prices and low wages, or the inability of many people to afford health care, and many other overwhelming issues that have to do with money — or the lack of it. Those who don’t have enough of it must still come up with it, or else.

(Back in the day, it involved serfs and laborers paying onerous taxes — generally food and goods they needed themselves — to the king. It didn’t matter if the peasants starved; they had a financial obligation to fulfill. For the king, his major focus was getting his “contribution.” For the peasant, it was staying alive. Their perspective on the problems was different.)

“Well, what are you going to DO about it? It’s just too big to handle,” ordinary people tell ordinary people when we muse. Better to “just get on with things.”

If we have to get to the other side of the mountain, however, we can’t just “get on with things.” The mountain looms over the landscape. We’ve got a lot of serious talking to do, because the solution won’t be quick or easy.

But . . . the first step to solving a problem is acknowledging that it exists in the first place.

It seems like such a simple thing, but just coming out and saying that there is a problem –greed, say — oddly, offends some people. Because the problem is so big and seemingly insurmountable, we take refuge in throwing up our hands and letting “the people in power” take care of it. (Just as bad is polarizing ourselves: taking up Side A or Side B, and refusing to budge or listen to one another. Another bad option is blaming people for having issues with the mountain’s existence. If they worked harder, or were smarter, or weren’t so lazy, it wouldn’t be there. End of Discussion.)

The artwork, The Divide, is dominated by a mountain. It’s there. It’s obvious. It is, unlike our societal problems, quite beautiful.

Now one solution to getting to the other side would be to dismantle the mountain, but that’s not the only — or perhaps best — way to reach the other side. We can climb, we can scrabble, we can make paths up and through and over. Whatever we do will have to be in a spirit of truly helping one another, with a sincere desire that we all make it to the other side.

But we won’t begin to start anything until we say, “Hey, look! There’s a mountain in our way.”

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Fellowship: It’s Not a Church Thing. It’s a Life Thing

Fellowship with other human beings is one of the sweetest gifts life has to offer.

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Everyone has something to say, and each person takes time to listen. Girls Day Out, art print by Steve Henderson.

For years, my mental association with the word was limited to church culture, the five minutes before or after formal services in which people were allowed to freely mingle and chat. Although we were repeatedly assured that fellowship was a “valuable, integral, intentional part” of our religious experience, it never seemed to mean as much as the announcements or sermon, and certainly never approached the status accorded to Adult Sunday School.

People milling about, chatting without prodding or supervision by “leadership,” seemed to be more of an annoyance than a blessing.

But fellowship, true fellowship, is rich, rich indeed. And we find it best in places outside of prescribed meetings and supervised convocations.

Around the dining room table, at a restaurant, in line at the grocery store, on the street — wherever we meet and connect with other humans, this is when we have an opportunity to fellowship. And what is this fellowship? It’s essentially talking and listening — not monopolizing the conversation for the former, and truly being engaged in the latter.

Through our times together, communing and communicating, we learn about each other, and the more we know about each other, the less likely we are to shallowly judge. As an added bonus, we find ourselves more poised to be there for one another, to provide practical assistance when and how we can.

The artwork, Girls Day Out, shows a rich, meaningful moment of fellowship and companionability. A group of friends (sisters? cousins? nieces and aunts?) rests after a day of shopping. Who wouldn’t have fun on a day like this, in Paris, no less?

But the true fun, the true goodness comes because they are spending that time together. Each has something to say and share; each takes time to listen and care. At the end of the day they have reaped far more than a collection of colorful shopping bags.

They have fellowshipped.

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Romance: Hand in Hand and Side by Side

Years ago, when my Norwegian Artist husband and I were poor college students, we didn’t have money to go on a proper date. So we took long walks instead.

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As expansive and broad as the beach are the many wonderful things this couple has to talk about. Hand in Hand, art print by Steve Henderson

(As an aside, we were often passed by a couple in their 80s who jogged together — hand in hand. It was an inspiring sight.)

A major facet of walking side by side with another person is that you talk. About what’s around you, naturally, but often about what went on that day, who irritated you, who was kind, politics, movies, books, philosophy, dreams for the future, and plans on how to get there.

There’s something about moving your feet that stimulates the mind. And there’s something about being under a big expansive sky that makes life’s challenges seem, for the moment, just a bit smaller.

Sometimes, we felt bad because our “date nights” didn’t look like what they were supposed to: we weren’t sitting across from one another at a restaurant, wine glasses in hand, eyes boring into one another’s soul.

“How will our relationship last without real date nights?” was a fleeting topic on one walk. And then we moved on, literally and figuratively, because walking together, and talking a lot, is what we did.

The painting, Hand in Hand, is a celebration of communication and best-friendship, which, when you think about it, are major components in a lasting relationship.

Strolling barefoot along the beach, a couple in love blends into their surroundings¬† as they are focused on one another. Their conversation is animated, dynamic, inspiring — surrounded by a majestic ocean and under a grand sky, they talk and listen,¬† question and answer, animatedly agree and just as animatedly disagree.

This is what any true relationship — be it romantic or not — requires: constant, deep, and meaningful communication. The two go hand in hand.

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Driven to Succeed — and Discontent

We are a driven people.

And whether what drives us is ambition or anger, pressure or fear or desire or purpose, the result is that we never rest. There is always something we need to do to move forward, to make the next step toward eventual success. (That’s the interesting thing about the success — it’s always eventual.)

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Flying the kite can wait. What’s important is the moment, the imagination, the play. Summer Breeze, art print by Steve Henderson

In the midst of this, many people sigh,

“I wish I lived on a serene tropical island where all my needs were met, and I could just enjoy lazing around in a hammock.”

But the irony is, if they found themselves in such a situation, they’d never find their way to the hammock. It would be “wrong” to “waste” their time doing “nothing.”

Now there’s no discredit to setting goals — most notably if those goals are good and right and kind and honest which, unfortunately, not all people’s goals are — but the goals themselves can become our masters. Our purpose in life somehow becomes to achieve these goals, and nothing must get in the way of that.

The artwork, Summer Breeze, reminds us that there was one time in life when we recognized the importance of things other than goals.

A young boy strolls through a country meadow in the sunlight, the wind catching the kite in his hands and giving it a life of its own. Just like a child, he’s not flying the kite in the prescribed, proper, societally approved manner, but is pretending that it is something else — a sail, perhaps, and he is the schooner; or maybe he is a dragon, and the kite his wings.

You can see that he is deep in thought, intent upon what he is imagining, and there is a sense of contentment, creativity, and joy in every step. Whatever is driving this boy right now, it is not ambition, anger, pressure, fear, desire, or purpose.

Actually, there is nothing driving this boy right now, because he is not driven. He is free.

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Major Decision? Don’t Be Rushed

Important decisions require time and thought.

As obvious as that statement is, however, too often we feel pressured to decide quickly:

“Go ahead and sign; reading through the contract will take forever,”

or

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Sometimes, you can walk through these rocks without getting your feet wet. Other times, you don’t even step in. Circumstances ebb and flow with the tide. Passage, art print from Steve Henderson Collections.

“I can’t promise that this product (or opportunity) will be here much longer. Others are interested. Very interested.”

And then again, there’s always,

“This is the LAST one in stock! If you want it, you’ve got to decide NOW.”

In a “land of opportunities,” we live, timorously, under the mistaken notion that these opportunities are fleeting, random, capricious. If we don’t decide now, and decide right, then our entire life — which could have gone in one direction — will veer off the tracks, and we will be stranded.

But we’re not trains, stuck to one track. We are intelligent humans, walking forth with many paths branching off in many directions. And these paths themselves change with time and the tides.

The artwork, Passage, shows us one of these paths. At the moment, we are standing at the beach, in between tides. During very low tides, there is no water in this passage at all, and one can walk through and examine the starfish and anemones, the little crabs and the mollusks. It’s a magical place to be.

But at high tide, one can’t get even this close, and it looks as if there is no space between the rocks at all. Inundated by water, only their tops peek out. Birds land at the crest, where they are splashed and battered by crashing waves.

Each time shows us a different perspective, and what we are able to do at each one of those times differs. But here’s the important part: if we miss low tide, it will be back sometime within (roughly) 12 hours: maybe not quite as low, or maybe even lower. It will be different, but it will still exist in some form.

If we miss high tide, it will be back — not quite like the one we missed, but it will still be high tide.

It’s a matter of waiting, actually, as opposed to jumping in.

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Fast, Efficient, and Furious — Is This U.S. Culture?

One of the most conspicuous aspects of U.S. culture is that we do things fast.

Not necessarily well, not with joy and satisfaction, but fast.

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She is in no hurry, this wise woman reading a book. The day is sunny, the landscape beautiful, the book delightful. Why hurry through this? A Novel Landscape, art print from Steve Henderson Collections

Efficiency, the sister to speed, is also a major facet of our culture. Working in tandem, the two elements are a foundation of capitalistic, corporate thinking, a thinking that infuses itself in our schools, political arena, workplace (of course), entertainment world, even our churches.

Smart people do things fast. They don’t waste time, and their successful day is marked by productivity: make and produce (not necessarily well, not with joy and satisfaction) lots of stuff, or, if you’re in management, drive and push the people below you to perform. Numbers matter and time is short.

We even extol the virtues of reading fast — again, not necessarily well, not with joy and satisfaction — fooling ourselves that by the sheer volume of matter we mentally ingest, we will attain wisdom, intelligence, and understanding.

“Read through the top 100 classics in a year!”

Or better yet, “Watch the synopsis of the plots, in these fun, short video clips, of the last three centuries of major literature!”

More realistically, it’s, “Here’s this week movie! It’s based on fact! The year 1792 really did happen! This is what we think it could have looked like!”

It does not have to be this way, however. If we choose to step away from the scuffle and scrimmage of hyper frenzy, we can. It won’t be easy, because we’ll be accused of being lazy, unambitious, slothful, and shiftless, but part of becoming wise is learning to think for ourselves, and not allowing others to do it for us.

The artwork, A Novel Landscape, invites us to step into a world of quiet and peace. Resting against a tree, a young woman divides her time between reading the pages of a very good book, and looking up at the beauty before her. She has set aside time to simply enjoy this day, to lose herself in the words of the novelist, to “do nothing” all day with no obligation, no drive, no sense of guilt.

She is not speed reading.

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We Don’t Need Influencers; We Need Each Other

Think about the people who have made the most impact in your life.

If you’re like me, you’ve probably wasted precious time paying attention to strangers whose faces you recognize: celebrities, “role models,” Influencers (great word — it doesn’t even try to hide its intent) and an assortment of pushed and publicized others who are largely famous for being famous. It’s easy to confuse our familiarity with their public persona for some sort of relationship.

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Becoming a person of grace and wisdom, the type of person others want to emulate, takes thought and reflection. The Hairpin, artwork by Steve Henderson

But the ones who matter, the ones who make a lifetime impact, generally don’t post viral social media posts or attract the paparazzi. Many of them won’t show up on the Internet at all, other than on the White Pages.

One of these is my high school English teacher, a woman I haven’t seen for, well, many many years. But her actions, her mien, her deportment, showed me at a young age what class, compassion, respect, and honor look like.

I never heard her raise her voice, because she didn’t have to. And while she clearly expected respect from each of her students, it was willingly given because we knew that she just as clearly respected us first, treating a motley crew of potential teenage rabble as intelligent, reasonable adults. We sought to do our best for her not because we were afraid of her, but because we valued her esteem. And her esteem was worth valuing.

This is not an encomium that the famous for being famous have earned, nor deserve. (Perhaps, just perhaps, we might stop giving it to them?)

The artwork, The Hairpin, invites us to look deep within ourselves and contemplate the type of person we want to be. We do not become good, wise, kind people by accident.

It is through our experiences, our interaction with others, and a great deal of thinking and meditation that we grow, day by day, into a person of grace, wisdom, and kindness, a person, in short, worth emulating. Fingers running through her hair, the young woman stops, arrested by a thought that needs to be explored — and that thought has little to do with the placement of the hairpin.

Quiet, intense contemplation: when we engage in this, we look as if we are doing nothing, but in truth, we are doing something incredible. We are taking the next step toward becoming a person whose impact on the world, while it won’t result in Likes, Shares, reposts, and a mention on whatever talk show is in vogue for the next ten minutes, will make an impact that lasts.

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Compassion and Pride Don’t Mix

The people who, theoretically, are supposed to show compassion, too often don’t. And that is wrenchingly sad.

Against all my better instincts, I wandered around a locally-based social media page, one that extols itself for “speaking the truth, and proud of it.”

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None of us knows everything, and all of us are vulnerable in our journey through life. We are travelers together. The Traveler, art print by Steve Henderson

Well, the pride part fits.

A discussion came up about people who work low paying jobs, and whether or not they “deserve” the difficulties attendant with long hours, demanding customers, no benefits, and the need to possess a skill — which many people, even those with higher paying, “professional” jobs, do not have — of smiling graciously when you are treated poorly.

“It’s their choice,” one person wrote. “If they want something that pays more, then they should get a better job.”

Sniff.

Such an easy, simplistic solution, tossing the blame back on the person along with a series of implied “should haves” — “You should have gone to school.” “You shouldn’t have had a child that you can’t take care of.” “You should have thought ahead.” “You should work harder.” “You shouldn’t have married the jerk.” “You should move to another city where the opportunities are better.”

The intriguing thing is that I am acquainted with this commenting person, and am aware of their belief of being a good citizen, due to ascribing to a system that promotes itself for the love, compassion, and grace of the person they consider to be its principle spokesperson and founder. That founder spoke a lot about not judging others.

And while it’s difficult to see any of the founder’s love, compassion, or grace in that social media comment, to be fair, social media isn’t the best site for thoughtful, honest, meaningful communication.

The artwork, The Traveler, reminds us that we are all travelers on this planet, in the journey of life, and as with anyone on unfamiliar ground, we are vulnerable. To the sharks out there we are easy prey, deserving of being cheated if we fall into it.

But when we fall, we find little sympathy from the weak and insecure (who often look confident and strong), who opine, “You should have been smarter. Look at me — I don’t have problems like yours.”

And that, they conclude, is enough reason to withhold help, to forego compassion, to pronounce judgment.

Love. Compassion. Grace. These are not easy attributes to practice. But when we do, they turn our journey into an adventure well worth experiencing.

Perhaps we should stop waiting around for the people who theoretically should be showing compassion, and just start showing it ourselves.

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What Will Others Think? Honestly, It Doesn’t Matter

We waste a lot of our lives worrying about what others think of us.

It’s not just a social media thing. Long before we courted “Likes” and hearts and smiling emojis, we looked around after we said something, did something, even thought something, wondering how others in the room would react.

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Running wild, running free, a little girl is at home with her imagination and her dreams. Wild Child, art print by Steve Henderson

It’s a natural outcome, actually, of living in a society that brews and foments peer pressure. We start young: two-year-olds are smarter than we think, and in a tight cluster, they learn quickly how to act and not act to protect their trucks and dolls.

Throughout our school years, if we’re not the bullies then we work around them (because for some odd reason, grown-ups simply have no ability to protect), subtly adjusting our behavior to fit into our group placement. Hierarchies emerge, with the top chickens, the popular hens, the stud roosters, controlling and manipulating the pecked upon and the picked upon. (To avoid this, it’s best to not draw attention to ourselves. Blend in. Fit in. Look and act like everyone else. This attitude will help once we get out in the work world, unless, of course, our plan is to become one of the top fowl.)

Our entertainment industry is there, throughout our lives, helping us through the process, prompting us to obsess about how we dress, what we drive, how much we make, how much we weigh. If we do not consciously stop and think, we will find our lives, our precious and irreplaceable lives, mapped out for us, circumscribed by shadowy rules.

The artwork, Wild Child, encourages us to break free, to run with joy and abandon through the landscape, allowing our imagination and creativity to lead us into beautiful and unexpected places. (How long has it been since we literally ran somewhere? Not to exercise, but simply to feel the wind in our face and the glory of our feet racing over the ground?)

And this joyous running starts inside, with our thoughts — thoughts that only God can see and ones that he does not punish us for having. Because it is through thinking, through questioning, through wondering, that we begin the process of being who we are — unique individuals — and grow into the fullness of our being.

Run wild. Run free.

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We Have More Than Two Choices

“A or B?”

Though we live in a complex world, rich with options, we are too frequently pressured to decide between two rigidly defined choices, especially when politics is involved. But then again, organized religion imposes its own limited parameters, as do science and finance and entertainment.

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Not all rocks in Red Rock Country are red. Many Hues, art print by Steve Henderson.

Are you right or left? Democrat or Republican? A good patriot or an infidel? Heading to heaven or hell? Evolutionist or Creationist? Scientist or faithful?

A or B, with never any option of C or D, or even an awareness that there are 26 letters in the alphabet, and they can be combined in a myriad of ways.

The bully on the playground, the monarch on the throne, demands:

“Do you want to be beheaded or drowned?”

“Well, neither actually. I find both options untenable.”

“But that’s not an option! You have to choose one!”

This game only works when others opt to play. Of course, in the case of the despotic monarch, he does have the power to literally execute. But in a “free” society we are never required to play the game the bully demands. If we don’t like either option A or B, we can say:

“The game itself is at fault, because the rules are set up by people who benefit in ways I cannot share in. I opt to not waste my time playing a game I will never win, and instead invest my time and energy, my skills and heart, into areas where what I do makes a difference.”

The artwork, Many Hues, encourages us to not allow others to dictate our choices. Located in the Grand Canyon, this landscape is Red Rock country, but this does not mean we are forced to choose between red and orange.

The colors of the canyon shift and change with the light — they are nuanced, subtle, deep and rich with variety, much like life itself. Forcing people to choose between two colors when there are obviously many is absurd, circumscribing, shallow, narrow, and oppressive, and any person with the ability to use their eyes sees clearly that the choices are not limited to two.

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