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Thursday, October 5, 2017

When life is in the valley
By Chandi Perera

If we are to plot a chart through our respective lives, it should run like an ECG reading – with much ups and downs. In some, there could be an even spread, some others – more ups and yet some others, unfortunately, more of downs.


When we see a person ‘ sailing on top’, as some might say, what we see, is the outcome of a series of events that probably propelled the person to that kind of visibility, he or she is in now. Who knows what kind of experiences are beneath the surface of all that pomp and pageantry? What failures, or set backs or heart rending moments the person may have travelled through to come and sit atop that mountain? Speaking with a few experts who have been through the University of Life, we’ve pinned down a few things that we can practice, when life hurts – along the way to achieving a goal or rising to the pinnacle that we each have to rise to.
 
One – When you are in a valley, take time off: This does not mean sitting pretty and doing nothing. Take time off to revisit, recount, analyze, think through the things that made you sit in a valley. Learn the lesson. Leave the regret in the valley.


Two – You are not the valley: Good and the bad happen to all, as we all sit under the same sun that rises in the morning and downs in the evening. The valley is not your definition, your personality or your value. It is a temporary situation. Take it as such.

Three – Valley teaches you resilience: A person who perishes in the valley will never sit atop the mountain. “Being successful and retaining that success is more energy draining than being in a valley an looking for a way out”, says a businessman who was not so long ago, was in the red with all the banks he did business. “ If there’s one thing I learned about the valley , it is that I need to hang in there – it is up to ME. I can choose to sit and die or get up, dust myself down and work the way out of the valley”.

Four – Valley sifts out your friends : “The best that happened to me”, says Peter, “is that most of the crown that I thought were my friends, just dropped out of sight when I did poorly. In a way, I am so thankful I hit the hard road or the valley. It showed me who my true friends were. Would you believe it’s just a handful”. Good for you Peter – that’s all you need. A handful of loyal good friends.

 
Five: How you tackle the valley will sharpen your focus to take the mountain: It’s human to sit and mope. To sit and think of “ aiyo…what happened”. That’s ok, just for starters. Then, we need to turn our attention on what brought us to the valley and how we can twist a bad turn into a good one. That needs reviewing the tools we hitherto used, discarding the ones that are not helpful and cultivating a few others, that will take us up and out of the valley. Valley is a good place to take stock of one’s life and move things out, so the new can come in.

Six: Face the valley : This might sound crazy, really. What else can you do when you are in a valley but face it? As crazy as it may seem, some just do not accept the fact that they are in a valley. Mark is not a guy who can hold onto a job for too long. He’s been with many of the blue chip companies and either left them or got kicked out – to put it simply. Todate, he has a plethora of scape goats that he keeps shooting at. Taking accountability for his absence or being habitually smelling of liquor at work and being so totally drunk every evening, are never the issues for Mark. Can anyone be blind, as those who refuse to see? He lives in the valley, crying foul at everyone and everything – but no, he does not want to even accept he is in a valley and it is getting darker.


Seven: See what the valley is trying to teach: Life’s many events, happenings, joys and sadness leave us with the ‘knowing’ that whatever you and I may encounter, life moves on. If we are sensitive enough to where we are in the valley, we will diligently “lean into” what the valley is trying to teach us, at that point in our lives. A valley is not for the babes – it’s for the grown. If not, the valley will either grow the adult in you, or crush the baby, that is still you. So do learn, whatever lesson the valley is trying to teach.

Eight: Valley can instill fear or impart courage: What will you choose? The dark nights in the valley, the howling winds of life, inability to see clearly ahead, the fear as to whether the valley will be your home – forever, are all reasonable fears when we are in the valley. What courage dictates is – that the valley does not last, a valley will always have another peak, there is a path to that peak, though the light may be dim, the day break is near. Am I talking in riddles or aren’t these the kind of experiences that we’ve all faced and moved through and moved ahead?


If and when there is a valley experience in your future, what will you do? 

Monday, August 27, 2012

Hello there.... after so long a time, got some time to blog...Now, what do most people want to talk about? In Sri Lanka, these days it is either cricket or rain. Well, Universities have struck work and students are at home. That too is a topic for conversation. Often I wonder whether people choose their topics or just get carried away with every other bit and piece of news they come across. When that happens, tendency is to give a short or long opinion, depending on the situation one is in and get carried away with any topic of conversation. I don't know about you but I have noticed that when people need to be heard, they voice out any opinion, whether right or wrong. That is a basic of most human needs - to be heard and to be accepted. However irrational or boring it is, however stimulating or exciting the topic it, most times, people just need to be heard. Do you agree? 

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Gratitude

An attitude of Gratitude
Giving Altitude and Latitude
Longitude, reaching multitudes
The sum total of beatitudes
Can this be practiced?
Why not try, for great are the rewards/

Comment...if you dare!! 

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

GOD IN THE COURT HOUSE


If there's a God..
People say when,
Things go wrong
That they cannot comprehend
Is there a God...
People stop and ask
When things don't happen
The way they want
Can God help...
People cry and shout
Facing calamity
With no where to run
Why is God silent..
The Pundits opine
When philosophy fails
And reasoning stops

Did we really give Him a chance
Did we live by His word
Did we ask His opinion
Before destroying the world
Didn't we kick Him out
From our school curriculum
Didn't we forget the Sabbath
As we had other work..

When we killed the feotus
In the mother's womb
We never stopped to think
That He created life
We asked Him to stay put
Said we'd run the world
We asked Him to please stay out
As we knew all the cures

Why do we now question Him
As we have locked Him out
We have tried to act God
Our folly, our demise.

Preciousness of Clay to the Potter

This blog has its roots in the Good Book called the Bible.

Jeremiah was one day asked to go to the potter's house and watch what the potter was doing. Potter was doing what he was supposed to do - creating a beautiful pot on the potter's wheel. When it became marred on the wheel, the potter turned it into a different pot from what was initially intended it to be.

We are like clay. God is the Potter.

When we accept Jesus Christ as our personal saviour, we are carved out of a greater lump of clay in the world and brought to the potter's house. How very obvious! To be made into a beautiful pot, one must first be a shapless lump of clay. That lump of clay will have a great deal of dirt in itself. Cow dung, stones, roots, decaying leaves could all be a part of this lump of clay, which is supposed to be turned into a beautiful pot.

What does the potter do, when be carves out the clay and brings it into his house? He will first clean and clear it of the unnecessary. Exactly what God will do in our lives, when we believe in His son Jesus. We go through a phase of being cleansed and cleared. Then, on to the potter's wheel. This is the best place for me to be! Why - because when I am on the potter's wheel as a lump of clay, His eyes are totally focused on me and His hands surround me, fashioning me and creating a beautiful vessel out of  a shapless lump of clay.

Clay is precious to the Potter. Its good to be in the hands of this God. Try it.

You are welcome to comment.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Seasons

Torrential rains drench my very green garden. The large windows of my bedroom open out to this beautiful site. Leaves burdened with rain droplets droop heavily while grass blades dance in the now sunlit garden. Rains have come and with it a newness and a looking-forward to, towards a time of refreshing.

The 'looking-forward to' does not come easy. Thunder and lightening precede the rains. Sky becomes so dark, the late afternoon resembles the night. Wind whips the trees that seem to apologetically sway to its tune. All is so foreboding, one wonders whether rains can bring such a newness.

So is life - seasons change. Some sweet, some dark and some heavy. As life always is, it does not last. When it is past, a newness is born. A life changing experience is born and a life is changed. A mind set is changed and an attitude is changed. A way of life is changed.

Rain, it must. Change - one must.









Monday, July 25, 2011

Please don't cry!

Who will cry when I die?
I know not now -
And don't want to count
If all is well and I live to be eighty
A brood of grand-kids
May come to see me.
I'll teach them to paint
Rounds, triangles and squares
I'll take them to the garden
And showcase a bull-frog;
I'd hang a tyre-swing
On the mango tree
Watch them swing freely,
And fall in the sand pit!
I'd get them to read,
Books and much more. 
Let them get muddy,
For a hose-pipe bath.
I might grow wings
And see the Great Wall,
Land in DC
And tour the White House!
Swiss Alps is also listed,
For me to see someday,
I want to know how,
Sound of Music was made.
I'd write a few books
Edit, some more
I'd critique some others
Applaude a few more;
I'd show my daughters
To bake a perfect cake,
Cover it in chocolate
Add a Plum  to its face.
I'd dance with friends
Trek in back woods
Listen to the silence
When it speaks to my soul.
When the time comes 
For me to say good-bye
Off I go to heaven,
To the drum roll of my son.