So I should probably preface this with the following information – I have been sucked in completely to that show Call the Midwife on PBS ( it’s available to binge on Netflix). One of the things I love most about it is that although, it takes place in the 1950’s, it shows in both obvious and subtle ways, the strength of women and their resilience. For me, I find it quite inspirational. Although I am still wondering about avocados pears. Are those just avocados but got the pear added at the end because of their shape?
It’s hard to believe that just over a year ago, I thought it was quite possibly the end of the world, well at least my world as I knew it. I had been sucker punched in the gut so hard I didn’t think I would ever recover, that I would ever get to the other side. But somewhere inside a voice I knew, but had not listened to in a long time, told me to keep putting one foot in front of the other, breathe in and out and that the passing of time would smooth the rough edges of the wound and that if I could just sit with the pain for a minute, it would subside.
Like most people I know, I often have to deal with folks from a call center in India for work and at times, it is quite obvious that English is not their first language and more then once, in an email with a request for something, they will say, “please do the needful thing”. Although this is probably a poor translation for please do what I need or the like, I think the phrase itself has merit.
I needed to do the needful thing , to move on, to heal, to feel whole again. For me, the needful things were the things that I wanted least to do, but needed to most – to grieve the loss of the life I thought I had, to let go of the sadness and anger and at times, feel the bad feelings and not try to numb them a magic yellow pill or a date with the Captain Morgan, to remember who I was and what I enjoyed.
On any given day, you can scroll your news feed on Facebook and see like 40
“inspirational” memes about being strong and trusting your inner voice and ya-da ya-da. I mean, they can be inspirational but they don’t mean anything if you refuse to listen to the voice inside you. YOU know what is best for you, YOU know your dreams and goals, YOU are strong, YOU are resilient and yet for some reason, trusting ourselves is the first thing we let go of when things get tough.
The small still voice in all of us comes to us from God, our mothers, generations of women before our time and comes from a place of love and knowledge that we carry with us. It comes from the sunshine and the rain. The joy and the sadness. It will help us do the needful thing when feel like we can not.