When Understanding Infertility Is Almost Impossible
Infertility is almost impossible to understand.
At times, it makes even less sense than usual. Why me? Why, at 26, 28, 32, 39, 44, is it so challenging to get pregnant? Why would someone else be having their third child before I have my own? Why does the sixteen-year-old who desperately doesn't want to get pregnant, get pregnant?
Some days of some weeks, other people's words make more sense to me than my own.
Today is one of those days.
“As I started to picture the trees in the storm, the answer began to dawn on me. The trees in the storm don’t try to stand up straight and tall and erect. They allow themselves to bend and be blown with the wind. They understand the power of letting go. Those trees and those branches that try too hard to stand up strong and straight are the ones that break.”
~Julia Butterfly Hill~
Thanks Julia Butterfly Hill.
I couldn't have said it better myself.
I'd love to stand up strong and straight. And I do a lot of the time.
And there are times that I simply don't. That I need to bend. Because it's when I bend that I can see something new or feel something differently or find a way that I hadn't seen before.
There are times that you need to bend too.
How can you tell when those times occur?
Perhaps a clue is if you feel like you're running into a brick wall. I realize that I'm mixing metaphors. Sorry. It's one of those days.
The whole idea of bending gracefully appeals to me, of course; as a yogi, I bend (gracefully or not), and in that bending I surrender.
Very different experience than running into a brick wall.
Today, I am making a committment to hearing something differently. To considering something that I have been unable to consider before.
Today, I will bend.
I will accept.
I would love some company.
Anyone out there want to join me?