Friday, December 30, 2016

A Getting Unstuck Meditation


Another meditation mantra in getting unstuck led me to a frolic in our backyard in Grimsby.  All three of us (Jeanette, John and I) had a fascination with horses.  Sometimes we were cowboys, sometimes we were circus performers or we were simply horses.  We would canter, gallop or lope, never walk, as our imaginations led us into our horse adventures.  On this particular day in late fall we were messing about in the backyard, leaping over mud pools when Jeanette missed her footing and went slapped into a puddle.  She started screaming as she was sinking downwards, unable to get her feet unstuck.  I went to rescue her and got stuck.  Then John got stuck.  By this time we were yelling our fool heads off and both Mom and Dad stuck their heads out the window to see if we were murdering each other.
Dad laughed, got dressed and hauled us out one by one, leaving the boots in the mud.  Once out we were relieved until Dad made the comment that we could have sunk through to China.  Good heavens!  We loved watching Tarzan movies and later on there was the Tarzan TV series starring Ron Ely so of course we remembered episodes with quicksand. 
I remember my little sister getting her head stuck between the bannisters in the house in Winnipeg.  Dad made the comment that he hoped he wouldn’t have to cut off her ears to get her unstuck.  I think he loved hearing us scream because he would crack up laughing.  There was a lot of the kid in my dad even in old age and his sense of humour was unrelenting.  The family legend that one of our great uncles was thrown overboard, to his death, all because of a joke appears more and more likely as I reflect on the family funny bone.  But wouldn’t life be dull without a joke or two along the road to old age?

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