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Cover Crop

December 6, 2012 by admin

The garden is quiet; most of my vegetable beds are empty, and the fruit trees have gone dormant as the winter darkness descends. I have many plans for the garden and dream eagerly of spring when I can load the beds with fruit, vegetables, and herbs. In the meantime, the beds beg for cover crop, a mix of plants that fertilize the soil and protect it from winter conditions. “Green compost,” it’s called. One of the eight beds has a thriving crop, while the others wait for my loving attention. Come spring, I will chop up the cover crop and turn it into the soil, where it will work its magic.

Gardening creates a balance for my writing. The physical work and time outdoors offsets the hours spent hiding behind a computer. Every time I harvest a vegetable or clear out a weed, plot problems resolve more easily. Scenes appear that provide juice for the story. It’s as though the ideas are in the very soil, and I need only dig my hands in to pull them out like so many beets.

I have avoided the garden lately for reasons I cannot detail here. In my absence, weeds have cropped up, and the remaining greens wonder when I will harvest them. The naked beds call to me to protect them from the winter elements with cover crop or mulch. I long for the day when I can once again dig my hands into the dirt without looking over my shoulder in fear, and I long for the day when I no longer feel the need to restrict and censor what I write here.

Being a spiritual sort, I have puzzled about this, asking myself and my higher power, “What is the lesson here?”

Yesterday I took a deep breath and walked outside, bucket and trowel in hand. I dug up weeds. I planted my cover crop. Is it too late to do that? I don’t really know, but all I can do is try. Somehow it felt that as I created protection for my garden, I was protecting myself as well. By confronting my fears, I could start to take my power back.

One of my fictional characters is having a tough time of it these days. She’s unwittingly gotten involved in a scandal that has cost her her job and her relationship. I’ve toppled her from a high perch, and now she will have to find out what stuff she’s made of. She’s going on her hero’s journey, and I’m not sure how I’m going to dig her out of her many jams just yet. All I know is that for her to have her journey, I must have mine.

As I dug in the dirt, I had a plan. If anything bad happened, I reminded myself, I could walk away without a word and return another time. Thankfully, though, the negative force was nowhere to be found, and I had sweet peace in the garden. I nearly wept with joy, as though reconnecting with a dear friend. I wrapped my cover crop of self-compassion and protection around me, reminding me that I am strong. This, too, shall pass.

 

Filed Under: Life Changes, writing Tagged With: anxiety, fear, fiction, garden, gardening, life lessons, self-protection, writing

The Two Doors of Fear

February 1, 2012 by admin

I’ve always been a scaredy-cat. Scared to try new things, scared to travel, scared to write…the list is endless. Problem was, I didn’t know what to do with that fear. I let it stop me, over and over again, and the more I stopped, the smaller my world became. By 2003, I could barely leave my house.

In 2004, I discovered a program to manage anxiety disorders called TERRAP. The acronym stands for Territorial Apprehension and was developed by Dr. Arthur B. Hardy. Once a week for twenty weeks I visited a therapist trained in the program, and in between visits I had homework. I kept a journal, I did relaxation exercises, and I learned how to work with my fear. I observed noticeable results by about the third week in the program, and by the end of it my therapist and I had little to talk about! After living my entire life with severe anxiety, it was hard to comprehend that in twenty weeks my life could change.

Since that time, I have traveled the world, written books, gotten divorced and remarried, and put myself in the midst of a number of scary situations. Many people who didn’t “know me when” have no idea that I have an anxiety disorder.

While anxiety can be managed, it doesn’t go away. I’m still a scaredy-cat. The difference, though, is that I have changed my relationship to fear.

When we are afraid, we have the choice to walk through one of two doors. The first makes our world smaller. We stifle our creative dreams. We push away people who love us. We sabotage success. We surround ourselves with other scared people. We tell ourselves we don’t have time to pursue our dreams, or our family won’t let us, or that we’ll just do it “later,” the tomorrow that never comes. We talk about our grand plans, but we don’t do them.

There’s another door we can choose, the door that expands our world. When our fear threatens our creativity, we stop and listen. We acknowledge the fear. We invite ourselves to take gentle, baby steps forward. We ask for help. We say, “It doesn’t feel like I have time today, but what if I gave myself fifteen minutes of time anyway? Could I do that? We let ourselves cry if we need to, and we give ourselves an inner hug, then we say, “This all looks too big to me. What can I do to break it down into manageable pieces?”

Sometimes, even when we walk through that second door, we choose to walk away. We may recognize that fear has led us to unhealthy relationships that we need to leave. We may recognize that we’ve taken on too much at once and have overloaded our fear — so we reorganize and reschedule in a manageable way.  We step back from the fear, observe it, and make a thoughtful choice about what we need for ourselves.

Fear, to me, is now a great gift. It’s a messenger, something to tell me to pay attention to what I’m doing and to adjust if need be. I’m proud that for the most part, I walk through the second door. If I do walk through the first one again, it’s only temporary, and I have had enough success to trust that I am gathering my strength. I may be a scaredy-cat, but cats are strong, resilient, independent creatures. Sounds good to me.

Which door are you walking through today?

Filed Under: Life Changes Tagged With: anxiety, fear, TERRAP

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