Author: Deb Brock

Pieces of Truth

Deb Brock Mental, Spiritual , , , ,

Most people who know me have already heard me say time and again that “truth is safe…it doesn’t have to be easy or likable, but it is always safe”.  Not only is truth safe, truth is vibrant and evolutional.  Truth is never stagnant.  The trick is to trust the pieces of truth as they come to us. Consider this easy formula: bits of truth lead to big truth, big truths lead to full truth. Truth is often incremental, this way.

Incremental truth or, pieces of truth are like stepping stones over a rapid river.  They serve as a passage over a space that is too large to jump over all at once.  We know we want to get to the other side where the larger or full truth resides, but we have to take it one step at a time.  Otherwise we never get across the river or we might drown trying.

Most of the time truth is emotionally discovered, but that doesn’t mean that the initial emotion is the final truth (one stepping stone does not get us across the wide river).  If we are too afraid to explore pieces of emotional truth as we experience them, we run the risk of stagnation because we might not like the moment of emotion we are experiencing and stay on this side of the river, or we do like the emotional and misinterpret it as the desired shore line.

Sometimes the big truth is too much for one giant leap. By trusting the small bits, we become enabled to face the big ones.   When we step on one truth stone at a time, we can more readily trust the next stone upon which we step and then the next, until we have crossed the river.  Looking back, we can see how clear the passage was.  But such is the beauty of truth, it requires trust and boldness to move forward without knowing the full of it at the onset.  Truth will, when acknowledged, give us a broader view, a wider perspective, and more room in which we can discover what comes next.

Trust truth.  Truth is honorable. Truth will always lead you forward.  Cool!

~Dr Deb

Regret: Wasted Energy

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August 12, 2013 – Regret: Wasted Energy

She asked me “why do I not move forward?”  She was dealing with her efforts to recreate her profession and had just noted that when she thinks of opportunity missed she feels a pang of panic.  So much energy is wasted on those darn “what if’s and if only’s”, I said.  She rolled her eyes knowing where I was heading her.

Often when we find ourselves stuck, unable to move forward, it is because our energy is being sucked up by regrets.   Regret is a poison in the guise of a nagging panic couched in judgments that echo “if only I had…” Regret, of course, can be only about the past.  We can’t regret what might come our way.  We can only regret what has passed (that we lost).  There is nothing that sucks up our energy like regret. Dwelling on “what if” and “if only” keeps us in the past.  Energy that loops on the past is energy wasted because it is incapable of moving us forward.

The only cure for regret is grief, be it large or small.  Grief that says “I am sorry”, in recognition of lost opportunity or action, will unbind us from the past and invite us to breathe “this is what I can do now”.   Nice!

~ DocBrock

Grandma’s dress

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July 31, 1013 – Grandma’s dress

Green! Now that’s a real summer green, I thought. Kind of turtle green. Hmmm, not the typical contemporary mix of hues, just a real solid, mid to dark green. It was a print but I didn’t take notice of the print, just the color and the simplicity of the pattern which had a vague familiarity for me. Somehow the simple green cotton summer dress just looked “real”. I suspected it was a re-sale piece, “vintage” as the thrift stores now advertise. Or, perhaps, I bet it was home made, but if so, certainly from an old pattern. I was only observing it from the back, since the young woman was standing in front of me in line at Caribou just minutes ago. The woman carried a well worn over one shoulder sling backpack. I noted several highlighters in a line in one of the external pockets. There was a sewed on decal with wording that looked like German but I wasn’t sure. Immediately I wondered if or not the back pack sling was really an old one, or just created age new travel gear. I mused on the juxtaposition of the dress and back pack sling.

Once the young woman placed her order she stepped to the side and I stepped forward and greeted Jenny, one of my long time enjoyed barristers. Jenny knows my never changing order so she just took my cup and in a brief exchange Jenny and I reported our individual good day accounts. I then turned my head to the left and smiled at the young woman in green, and as I always do when I enjoy a flash of beauty in feminine form, I told her so. “I really like your dress”, I said. She smiled in a rather confident yet private manner and said “thank you”. Keeping eye contact in an ever so light affection, I kind of hummed, smiled and again said: “very nice.” Instantly, generational flow melted the space between us as she said “It was my grandma’s”.

Within the breath she said “it was my grandma’s” time slowed and I could smell country air, fresh peach pies, and hear the sound of screen doors not quite slamming, thudding, or banging, just bouncing. “Of course”, I thought, “of course, your grandma’s”. “Oh, how delightful” I said. Then all l I could do was nod my head and smile and repeat the words, “nice, very nice”.

Jenny handed me my espresso, I gave a hearty thanks and good wish for the day and left Caribou. Even as I got into my car I was wishing to return and visit with the woman wearing her grandmother’s green dress. I really wanted to get to know her and her grandma, but, I was en-route to my office and as we all know, you have to get to the office. Silly me, I should have stayed to visit. I bet her Grandma would have.

~ DocBrock