My Mumma and Dadda used to prepare us in advance for challenges…and I am glad they did. Even now we all have “grab-bags” with everything we may need for an emergency. They made sure we knew life would not be all plain sailing, and we could not be sure what to expect from one day to the next, one year to the next.
It was prolonged times of adversity they warned us might come at any stage. They said unexpected events can occur at any stage and they asked us what would we do if there was an accident or illness that meant we were on our own at any stage. If tragedy took our parents away, who would we trust? where would we go? how would we behave? That might sound a bit morbid, but it has certainly helped us to be stable when tragedy has struck at various times over the years.
At the same time they made sure we developed a sunny hopeful disposition so that we were never overcome by challenges. They said let hope be like an anchor that keeps you stable when you face a storm. They said sometimes you just have to cling tight to all that you know is good and right and trust that the storm will ease off at some point. When the storm clouds roll away and the boisterous sea settles down…that was the time to unfurl your sails and let the changing winds impel you forward. Then you could continue your voyage through life full of joy and satisfaction that you have weathered a storm and are ready for what life may throw at you. Perhaps with a little bit of storm damage but your integrity intact.
Today’s picture prompt from The Haunted Wordsmith instantly reminded me of their sage advice. For ships way back in the day, an anchor would have been a powerful safety device, indispensable for holding a ship in place and preventing it from drifting. No mariner would venture out of port without an anchor. For centuries, ships had no engine to enable the captain to maneuver as he wished. Except for oar-driven warships, vessels depended primarily on the wind for movement. If their ship was in danger of being driven onto rocks, a captain’s only recourse was to drop anchor and ride out the storm, trusting that the anchor would not lose its grip on the seabed.
But then storm over…anchors up…up the sails…and we are off…impelled by the force that drives us humans along, eager for life and happy times ahead!
I think one or two readers who have read isolated posts I have published, have not been sure what this site is really about. One reader thought I was just writing about a teenage crush I had on someone once. I don’t like to spell out what happened too graphically as this is a child-friendly site. But in case you missed it, here is a little synopsis:
Brought up by wonderful parents and taught invaluable lessons for life.
Chooses an incredible career as an international volunteer and is involved with amazing projects.
Another volunteer (who is also a celebrity) crosses Caramel’s path leading to two years of emotional turmoil, and a challenge she has not weathered before, intense interest from friends, co-workers and the fans of the celebrity – gossip and social media rumours.
Caramel decides she needs to remove herself from the close proximity of sharing a flat with him. He turns nasty. A campaign seems to be launched to blacken Caramel’s name.
Caramel goes to a park one evening when she is feeling overwhelmed by the challenges she is dealing with and there falls victim to a serious crime. She is found the next day by a security guard who calls an ambulance immediately.
Caramel…is rebuilding her life and preparing herself to go back to her chosen career and life. But she has to be patient. She has many blessings though including the very lovely Goldfinch.
That is the basic outline…some may have picked up on what the crime was, and some of the other isolated incidents that interweave within this basic outline. But, I assure you, this situation was a storm unlike any I have ever faced…it was not at all simple to deal with. A bit of storm damage, but I clung on with all my might to what I knew was good, and right and true and I can hold my head up because I did not retaliate. I have the blessing of knowing I conducted myself honourably.
Lots more to come…and perhaps at some stage I will rearrange the posts so that they appear in a more logical order. But for now…it is sails up and away…we are catching the fresh breezes and voyaging ever onwards through an ocean of uncertainty…but keeping our eyes set on the glorious destination ahead!
Seems like a great excuse to attach a song that I have been singing since primary school (goodness I have to tell you about our wonderful Headmaster who played the guitar and taught us all sorts of songs – that is another one for the drafts folder).