Men... their reasons for being and how different they all are
It is Sunday morning and I’m thinking about men. The sun is shining through the East facing window, touching my skin and I’m mostly sinking in this oversized couch as I write, pausing to gaze up over my blanket covered knees, thinking about the great few weeks I’ve had and the people that have helped make them so.
My thinking too, going to thoughts of summer, and how despite the chill of fall, how glad I am that October is here, for a while.
A change of season has the beautiful gift of allowing for new beginnings, and this fall season has been true to me that way. As the end of summer approached I wanted nothing more than a refresh from things past and my favourite month to begin. And now it’s October, and thankfully, I have both.
There is no escaping full circle and if this past few years have taught me anything, this has been it. As you might know, I believe that all things are connected, and that the people and the connected experiences in our lives, ever affect the days we live. I’ve found even the slightest of connections and undone bits, still find their way into our everyday life. Of course, until we deal with all the past and the interconnections to present, in one way or another. For some, this is likely easy, it’s been a long road for me though. I suppose the habits and people get into our cells in a way. It’s hard to get something so deeply entwined in our being – out of how we are and how we live and react to life’s opportunities and challenges. This same phenomenon goes for bringing new people into your lives.
So back to men, then. A few weeks ago I wrote about needing people in our lives. This has been one of the greatest learnings for me, and has been the most important part of further building my resiliency to life’s adversities and learning to finally, live. I realized I need people and, well, the right people in my circle. And so, I began to focus on that. Rather than trying to deal with the many challenges that the summer kept giving me on my own, I began to reach out and get the help and the time needed, from others.
The irony does not escape me, that the vital advice, support, time, fun and kindness that helped me most, came from the friends (and family) of mine, that are men. Good, gentle, kind, thoughtful, solid, interested, quick witted …men. There’s more of them out there than you might think. So this week, I hope you are reminded that the people in (and out of) our lives are a reflection of who we are, where we are at, and the direction we are headed. And when everything else material or immaterial has been stripped away, they are what’s left. Too, our days and nights, are better off or not, with or without them.