I was glad to read that the Calgary police will be implementing this sort of program to provide resources to those struggling with mental health issues.
A few years ago, a relative of mine benefited from encountering a police officer in a large American city with the training to recognize his mental illness, who diverted him to receive the appropriate attention rather than be lost in the justice system.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
How Time Heals
This thought from Henri Nouwen played nicely into several other things I've been thinking about and listening to lately. It struck a chord deep within me, as I wonder about some things surrounding the idea of forgiveness and healing...
How Time Heals
"Time heals," people often say. This is not true when it means that we will eventually forget the wounds inflicted on us and be able to live on as if nothing happened. That is not really healing; it is simply ignoring reality. But when the expression "time heals" means that faithfulness in a difficult relationship can lead us to a deeper understanding of the ways we have hurt each other, then there is much truth in it. "Time heals" implies not passively waiting but actively working with our pain and trusting in the possibility of forgiveness and reconciliation.
How Time Heals
"Time heals," people often say. This is not true when it means that we will eventually forget the wounds inflicted on us and be able to live on as if nothing happened. That is not really healing; it is simply ignoring reality. But when the expression "time heals" means that faithfulness in a difficult relationship can lead us to a deeper understanding of the ways we have hurt each other, then there is much truth in it. "Time heals" implies not passively waiting but actively working with our pain and trusting in the possibility of forgiveness and reconciliation.
On to Tuesday
Today will be a full day.
Work promises to be busy.
And then, tonight holds a trip to the soul-sucking grocery mega store. Because we badly need food and some other supplies.
We were there briefly last week. It was even worse than usual. Seems the store had decided to renovate, and move everything around. Things we'd finally learned the location of were now missing in action. It took even longer than usual.
Both of these facts mean that I'm not looking forward to a trip there tonight.
I also need to take the mounds of recycling (mostly cardboard left over from our move) to the recycling depot, and quite likely make a trip to the bank.
Then, I'm going home, doing a bit of yoga, and going to bed.
And that, my friends, is what Tuesday holds... here's hoping it goes at least kind of according to plan!
Work promises to be busy.
And then, tonight holds a trip to the soul-sucking grocery mega store. Because we badly need food and some other supplies.
We were there briefly last week. It was even worse than usual. Seems the store had decided to renovate, and move everything around. Things we'd finally learned the location of were now missing in action. It took even longer than usual.
Both of these facts mean that I'm not looking forward to a trip there tonight.
I also need to take the mounds of recycling (mostly cardboard left over from our move) to the recycling depot, and quite likely make a trip to the bank.
Then, I'm going home, doing a bit of yoga, and going to bed.
And that, my friends, is what Tuesday holds... here's hoping it goes at least kind of according to plan!
Monday, July 06, 2009
The Plan Changed)
The plan when I got home from work was to do some unpacking, cleaning, organizing and putting away while my dinner cooked in the oven.
It was blown out of the water within 15 minutes.
We seem to have the most sensitive smoke detector on the planet. Our dryer sets it off. And tonight, the oven set it off.
So, rather than have to fan the smoke detector every few minutes for the duration of my cooking, I loaded the food into a tupperware container, and headed for mom and dad's house. I borrowed mom's oven, and helped her mix up a batch of banana bread in the meantime.
Then, I came home, ate my dinner, and did some unpacking. I decided to allow myself to be okay with not making major progress tonight. I'll do a bit each night until it's done, and my bedroom is slowly coming together as well.
I followed the unpacking with a yoga video (something new I'm trying to help with the tight and sore muscles I seem to be continually developing from stress), some sit-ups and push-ups.
Then a nice shower.
And now I'm sitting propped on my new bed, planning to catch up on some reading, some emails, and maybe even some writing.
And go to bed early!
The plan changed, and it threw me into a bit of a panic, but it worked out alright in the end. I'm working on being flexible about things like this... On breathing, and letting the changes happen, without them stressing me out. In this case, I'm thankful that I could simply head for mom and dad's to finish cooking my supper, and, that even though things didn't happen in the order I would have preferred, they did work out relatively smoothly.
It was blown out of the water within 15 minutes.
We seem to have the most sensitive smoke detector on the planet. Our dryer sets it off. And tonight, the oven set it off.
So, rather than have to fan the smoke detector every few minutes for the duration of my cooking, I loaded the food into a tupperware container, and headed for mom and dad's house. I borrowed mom's oven, and helped her mix up a batch of banana bread in the meantime.
Then, I came home, ate my dinner, and did some unpacking. I decided to allow myself to be okay with not making major progress tonight. I'll do a bit each night until it's done, and my bedroom is slowly coming together as well.
I followed the unpacking with a yoga video (something new I'm trying to help with the tight and sore muscles I seem to be continually developing from stress), some sit-ups and push-ups.
Then a nice shower.
And now I'm sitting propped on my new bed, planning to catch up on some reading, some emails, and maybe even some writing.
And go to bed early!
The plan changed, and it threw me into a bit of a panic, but it worked out alright in the end. I'm working on being flexible about things like this... On breathing, and letting the changes happen, without them stressing me out. In this case, I'm thankful that I could simply head for mom and dad's to finish cooking my supper, and, that even though things didn't happen in the order I would have preferred, they did work out relatively smoothly.
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