Midday blog: Becoming More Human, Less Machine
This poem by Carol Bieleck is a piece of beautifully written layers, and for me, it describes that shocking evolution – when everyday life becomes everyday overwhelmed-ness, and the recognition that this is the new normal. It resonated with my own new normal. And then, that lovely invitation to accept what is and then to learn to breathe under water.
So, for starters, that means I’m taking some days of vacation this month (no school work or housework or people-serving allowed!) and engaging in what my executive coach calls soul care days.
I can’t wait..to spend time with me again. To become more human and less machine.
House by the Sea by Carol Bieleck
I built my house by the sea.
Not on sand, mind you.
Not on the shifting sand.
And I built it of rock.
A strong house.
By a strong sea.
And we got well-acquainted, the sea and I.
Not that we spoke much.
We met in silences.
Respectful, keeping our distance,
but looking our thoughts across the fence
Always, the fence of sand our barrier;
always the sand between.
And then one day
(I still don’t know how it happened),
but the sea came.
Without welcome, even.
Not sudden and swift, but sifting across the
sand like wine.
Less like the flow of water than the flow
Slow, but coming.
Slow, but flowing like an open wound.
And I thought of flight and I thought of drowning and I thought of death.
And while I thought the sea crept higher,
till it reached my door.
I knew, then, there was neither flight nor
death nor drowning.
That when the sea comes calling you stop
being good neighbors,
And you give your house for a coral castle,
And you learn to breathe under water.
Melinda Schmidt is a graduate of Moody Bible Institute and holds a Broadcasting/Bible degree from Calvary Bible College. She has served with Moody Radio since 1980 in various hosting capacities. Married with two young adult children, Melinda lives outside Chicago, loves reading, developing her creative interests and hopes to be a life-long learner. Twitter: @melindaschmidt