Interesting how we can go from snow and cold to melting and abnormally high temperatures in a matter of a week. However, that is Manitoba. I know with the warmer temps and snow melting farmers are beginning to look towards the fields. The itch has started. In most cases the planning, the budgeting, the repairs and input purchases have been done. Now it is time to get at it. As Larry the Cable Guy would say, “Git R Done”. After a mixed bag of excessive moisture, flooding and ultimately drought conditions last year farmers appear to be cautiously optimistic. They are showing their resilience. For an outsider looking in it is refreshing to see that. Just like the season, there are new beginnings. And as an outsider I need to be mindful of the struggle it takes to provide the food I eat on a daily basis. I need to take the time to “Thank A Farmer’.
While lounging by the pool down south I wore a Thank A Farmer t-shirt one day. The reaction was bizarre. People stopped me and wanted to talk. They were interested. It was difficult to get from point A to point B without getting involved in a discussion with a complete stranger. I loved it. Everyone knows someone who is a farmer. Many people have family members who are farmers. One person asked me why we should thank farmers. He seemed to take exception to it. I replied by telling him that farmers produce the food we eat and that is why we should thank them. His response left me bewildered. He told me that if it wasn’t for him people would not be reading. I did not pursue it. I felt myself being frustrated. I knew my response would not be diplomatic. (diplomacy: the ability to tell someone to go to hell in such a way that they look forward to the trip) I walked away. I found out later that he owns a printing business. Farmers, generally speaking, are price takers and not price makers. I suspect this person does not run his business that way. I suspect he is unclear on the concept.
I stopped in Winnipeg, this week, at a nutrition store. Picked up my supply of protein powder. The gentleman behind the counter wanted to talk. We obviously talked about the weather, it being Manitoba and all. He started talking about how it looked like farmers would be off to a good start and how important it was that farmers would have a better year than they had last year. He was all too aware of the drought conditions last fall. I commented about how refreshing it was to hear a business person inside the perimeter expounding the virtues of agriculture. He was quite emphatic when he suggested the economies in Manitoba and Saskatchewan were directly linked to agriculture. He obviously gets it.
An August, 2010 article in the Ottawa Citizen had the following quote; “Too often farmers are overlooked in our rush to throw something on the table. And that does a disservice to them and, ultimately, to ourselves. You see, when you get down to issues of survival, international relations, global security and trade between nations, it really is all about the food. Always has been”.
A Chatham, Ontario newspaper told readers to get the attention of politicians about the importance of agriculture. “Lean on your MP and MPP; lean on every MP and MPP across this great nation of ours. Write them all letters, phone them all, send them all e-mails, put signs in your yard, telegraph them, have them paged in Wal-Mart or hire a sky writer. I don’t care how you do it, but get their attention and do it repeatedly”.
So to all farmers out there; Thank you. Make it a safe one. Make it a good one.
The Recovering Farmer
Friday, March 23, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Ready, Fire, Aim. . .
We speak often about communicating. How can we communicate in a more positive way? In the world we live in there are many different types of communicating. Many years ago people only communicated with neighbors. And only if they would walk to the other neighbors. There were no easy means for travel. There were no telephones. And if someone a great distance away needed to be sent a message, they communicated via telegraph. Using telegraph required a certain skill set to ensure messages were crafted in the most efficient way. After all, you paid by the word. Mail was delivered by mailmen on horses. Then along came telephones and cars. More efficient mail deliveries. Now we have graduated to instant communication. We have cell phones, email, Twitter, BB messenger, Linkedin, Skype, and many other means for communication. Along with all these ways of communicating has come a certain deterioration in the way we communicate.
Years ago, when you became angry at someone else, it took considerable effort to communicate that to the person you were upset with. If the communication happened face to face it was not so easy to express anger or frustration. When you look someone in the eye anger can often dissipate before it is expressed. Even expressing anger during a telephone call is difficult, although somewhat easier than face to face. Now, with instant messaging, we often communicate and express feelings without giving ourselves the time to think things through. How often, when we do send an email, do we wish we could recall the message after having given it a sober second thought? Hence the title to this blog. The idea is to get ready, aim and then fire. Far too often we get ready, fire and then aim. Make sense?
Using today’s means of communication also lacks in any type of personal touch. Messages become short and to the point. Often when I get emails I wonder at the intent. It is easy to read into messages certain emotions or lack of emotion that may or may not be there. Then we are left to wonder. We second guess. Anyone that has any self-esteem issues knows what I mean.
So we need to learn, or should I say, relearn the art of communication. I am preparing a presentation on “how to listen so people will talk”. I have suggested before that the best communicators listen more than they talk. It can be difficult. When you are in a passionate discussion it is hard not to interrupt, to argue a point that has not even been made yet. It is very difficult to sit back and listen. To really try to understand the point that the other person is making, we need to do a better job of listening.
Perhaps we need to change our mind set. Instead of thinking we need to change the other person’s mind or way of thinking, we need to make an effort to understand. Turn judgement to curiosity. We become empowered when we are understood. We empower others when we try to understand. Perhaps it is not a matter of being right. Perhaps it’s not a matter of proving the other one wrong. It’s a matter of listening and understanding. Because when we understand we draw closer to the truth. And the truth shall set you free. Make it a good one.
Years ago, when you became angry at someone else, it took considerable effort to communicate that to the person you were upset with. If the communication happened face to face it was not so easy to express anger or frustration. When you look someone in the eye anger can often dissipate before it is expressed. Even expressing anger during a telephone call is difficult, although somewhat easier than face to face. Now, with instant messaging, we often communicate and express feelings without giving ourselves the time to think things through. How often, when we do send an email, do we wish we could recall the message after having given it a sober second thought? Hence the title to this blog. The idea is to get ready, aim and then fire. Far too often we get ready, fire and then aim. Make sense?
Using today’s means of communication also lacks in any type of personal touch. Messages become short and to the point. Often when I get emails I wonder at the intent. It is easy to read into messages certain emotions or lack of emotion that may or may not be there. Then we are left to wonder. We second guess. Anyone that has any self-esteem issues knows what I mean.
So we need to learn, or should I say, relearn the art of communication. I am preparing a presentation on “how to listen so people will talk”. I have suggested before that the best communicators listen more than they talk. It can be difficult. When you are in a passionate discussion it is hard not to interrupt, to argue a point that has not even been made yet. It is very difficult to sit back and listen. To really try to understand the point that the other person is making, we need to do a better job of listening.
Perhaps we need to change our mind set. Instead of thinking we need to change the other person’s mind or way of thinking, we need to make an effort to understand. Turn judgement to curiosity. We become empowered when we are understood. We empower others when we try to understand. Perhaps it is not a matter of being right. Perhaps it’s not a matter of proving the other one wrong. It’s a matter of listening and understanding. Because when we understand we draw closer to the truth. And the truth shall set you free. Make it a good one.
Friday, March 9, 2012
On The Beach
2012 has had its share of surprises, a whirlwind of activity and some major changes. Not a lot of time to think. Getting from point A to point B and in some cases back again. It is interesting how we become dependent on technology and media. As quickly as things were happening we did not realize all the things that needed to be done. Being without internet and TV has the potential to make one feel lost. And yet, it actually can be a benefit when you are staring at a pile of boxes that need to be unpacked. There are no excuses. It’s amazing how much work you can get done without distraction.
A few short days after the move we left for a week in the Dominican Republic. A trip that was booked before we had any idea of all the changes that were coming. I suspect we would not have booked the trip had we known. But again, the timing was good. We were able to move before the trip and so did not have that daunting task on our return. Now it’s a matter of settling in. The trip was awesome. We went down with some of my wife’s family and had an enjoyable time. We were able to reacquaint ourselves with family. Get to know each other better. There was only one rule. We would not discuss religion or politics. Obviously with a group such as that there can be a vast array of opinions. If the others are anything like me, and I suspect they are, it is far too easy to become passionate and that could lead to uncomfortable feelings.
Of course, I could not leave home without my trusted Blackberry. I felt I needed to stay connected. It was handy being able to text back and forth with our kids. That way we knew that, if needed, they could send us messages. At the same time it was frustrating. Every time I switched it on I would notice that I had new voice messages. The curiosity killed me. I needed to know. My emails and texts downloaded but I could not for the life of me find a way to retrieve messages. Deep down I knew that it could wait till I got home but for some reason I needed to know. Finally sent a text to my son asking him to retrieve messages and let me know who they were from. He did send me the names of the people who had left messages but the closing sentence in his text was; “ what the %#**% do you want your messages for? Get back to the beach!” Guess what? After all that angst and wondering it turned out that they could wait. I could have ignored them. I wish I would have left the darn thing at home. Now I am waiting for my phone bill to see how much my curiosity will cost me. I suspect I am in for another “I told you so”.
The bottom line? It was fun. It was relaxing. Good company. Good food. Nice resort. Warm temperatures. A laid back holiday. Now, however, it’s time to get back at it. Begin this new chapter in our lives. I keep looking out our windows at the golf course. Hoping that soon the snow will melt. Hoping for Spring. More new beginnings. It will come. Till then I better get at the boxes. Make it a good one.
A few short days after the move we left for a week in the Dominican Republic. A trip that was booked before we had any idea of all the changes that were coming. I suspect we would not have booked the trip had we known. But again, the timing was good. We were able to move before the trip and so did not have that daunting task on our return. Now it’s a matter of settling in. The trip was awesome. We went down with some of my wife’s family and had an enjoyable time. We were able to reacquaint ourselves with family. Get to know each other better. There was only one rule. We would not discuss religion or politics. Obviously with a group such as that there can be a vast array of opinions. If the others are anything like me, and I suspect they are, it is far too easy to become passionate and that could lead to uncomfortable feelings.
Of course, I could not leave home without my trusted Blackberry. I felt I needed to stay connected. It was handy being able to text back and forth with our kids. That way we knew that, if needed, they could send us messages. At the same time it was frustrating. Every time I switched it on I would notice that I had new voice messages. The curiosity killed me. I needed to know. My emails and texts downloaded but I could not for the life of me find a way to retrieve messages. Deep down I knew that it could wait till I got home but for some reason I needed to know. Finally sent a text to my son asking him to retrieve messages and let me know who they were from. He did send me the names of the people who had left messages but the closing sentence in his text was; “ what the %#**% do you want your messages for? Get back to the beach!” Guess what? After all that angst and wondering it turned out that they could wait. I could have ignored them. I wish I would have left the darn thing at home. Now I am waiting for my phone bill to see how much my curiosity will cost me. I suspect I am in for another “I told you so”.
The bottom line? It was fun. It was relaxing. Good company. Good food. Nice resort. Warm temperatures. A laid back holiday. Now, however, it’s time to get back at it. Begin this new chapter in our lives. I keep looking out our windows at the golf course. Hoping that soon the snow will melt. Hoping for Spring. More new beginnings. It will come. Till then I better get at the boxes. Make it a good one.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Runaway Thoughts
As mentioned previously, we are experiencing real change in our lives. Selling a house and buying a house can be a daunting task. Somehow things have worked out really well for us. Our house sold quicker than we had expected plus we were able to purchase a house that really meets our needs in a community that we have always liked. Trust me, the fact that the house is situated on the first fairway of a nice golf course is purely coincidental. That’s my story and I am sticking to it. Now that we have moved I am finding the time to reflect on all these changes.
As the sale of our house was being finalized and we were negotiating the purchase of a house, I was trying desperately to carry on with my work. It so happened that I spent a lot of time in Winnipeg and so evenings were spent conversing with agents, advisers and my wife via telephone. Not the best way to finalize deals. I found it interesting that as I was feeling the stress of having to make some major decisions I was having flashbacks to the issues I dealt with when we were faced with significant financial challenges on the farm. It seemed that the stress I was under was triggering memories of negotiations and meetings regarding the sale of our farm and settlement negotiations with our creditors. Left me with very uncomfortable feelings. I find it interesting what triggers some of these “flashbacks”. I would have thought that the experiences this week could be categorized as good stress whereas the stress we went through on the farm was bad stress. But, hey, things got done. It’s a matter of utilizing the right tools. Stress management tools, that is.
However, in spite of things happening quickly, there are always some challenges that arise. Perhaps some negligence in reading the fine print. Perhaps not understanding the real estate process. Call it what you may. Suffice it to say that being in limbo is nerve racking. It creates anxiety. It creates fear. It creates a feeling of “what have I done now”.
As I made my way to Brandon, on a dark foggy morning, I was very uptight. I was wondering what could all go wrong with our plans. I was feeling extreme anxiety. I was desperately needing some Lorazapam. Wait a minute. I think I have some. I looked for it. Found it. I think it’s outdated. Thought it might help. Just as I was trying to open the child-proof cap I received an email, from a friend, on my “not so smart” smart phone. (a story best left for another day) It was a godsend. The quote she sent went as follows;
“Apply discipline to your thoughts when they become anxious over the outcome of a goal. Impatience breeds anxiety, fear, discouragement and failure. Patience creates confidence, decisiveness, and a rational outlook, which eventually leads to success”. B. Adams
My first thought was, how did she know that I was experiencing some real anxiety. And then I thought about the quote and realized that I must become patient. A real sense of calm came over me. It was great.
See how simple it can be? Sometimes, and I speak for myself, I over complicate things. I don’t realize how simple solutions are right at my finger tips. When that anxiety hits, when we have doubts, when we begin to question our competency, we must take the time to sit back and breath. Let our thoughts become quiet. Allow patience to take over. Make it a good one.
As the sale of our house was being finalized and we were negotiating the purchase of a house, I was trying desperately to carry on with my work. It so happened that I spent a lot of time in Winnipeg and so evenings were spent conversing with agents, advisers and my wife via telephone. Not the best way to finalize deals. I found it interesting that as I was feeling the stress of having to make some major decisions I was having flashbacks to the issues I dealt with when we were faced with significant financial challenges on the farm. It seemed that the stress I was under was triggering memories of negotiations and meetings regarding the sale of our farm and settlement negotiations with our creditors. Left me with very uncomfortable feelings. I find it interesting what triggers some of these “flashbacks”. I would have thought that the experiences this week could be categorized as good stress whereas the stress we went through on the farm was bad stress. But, hey, things got done. It’s a matter of utilizing the right tools. Stress management tools, that is.
However, in spite of things happening quickly, there are always some challenges that arise. Perhaps some negligence in reading the fine print. Perhaps not understanding the real estate process. Call it what you may. Suffice it to say that being in limbo is nerve racking. It creates anxiety. It creates fear. It creates a feeling of “what have I done now”.
As I made my way to Brandon, on a dark foggy morning, I was very uptight. I was wondering what could all go wrong with our plans. I was feeling extreme anxiety. I was desperately needing some Lorazapam. Wait a minute. I think I have some. I looked for it. Found it. I think it’s outdated. Thought it might help. Just as I was trying to open the child-proof cap I received an email, from a friend, on my “not so smart” smart phone. (a story best left for another day) It was a godsend. The quote she sent went as follows;
“Apply discipline to your thoughts when they become anxious over the outcome of a goal. Impatience breeds anxiety, fear, discouragement and failure. Patience creates confidence, decisiveness, and a rational outlook, which eventually leads to success”. B. Adams
My first thought was, how did she know that I was experiencing some real anxiety. And then I thought about the quote and realized that I must become patient. A real sense of calm came over me. It was great.
See how simple it can be? Sometimes, and I speak for myself, I over complicate things. I don’t realize how simple solutions are right at my finger tips. When that anxiety hits, when we have doubts, when we begin to question our competency, we must take the time to sit back and breath. Let our thoughts become quiet. Allow patience to take over. Make it a good one.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Where Am I Going To Live When I Get Home
Yes, I know that is the title to a country song. And for the record, and I thought I had clarified this previously, I am NOT a country fan. However, many years ago I remember seeing a music video done by the same singer that brought fame and nausea with the song My Achy Breaky Heart. Yes, the line dancing song. He was singing about being kicked out of his house. Have no idea what the lyrics are but the first line of the song has stuck with me all these years. Must have left an impression. Go Figure.
Anyway, Monday I was trundling back to Brandon with the Uhaul truck. We had spent all weekend moving, unpacking, and just in general, trying to settle into our new home. Never in my wildest imagination would I have thought that two people could have as much “stuff” as we did. What a job. My kids informed me Saturday morning that they were never, ever helping us move again. Wait a minute. Half the stuff we have was bought because of the kids. And guess who keeps hanging out at our new digs every day? The kids. Not complaining, of course. It’s awesome. But they will have to help us move again. Even if it’s just into the old folks home.
Back to my trip to Brandon. I used to have aspirations of being a truck driver. Seemed to me that there was some mystique to that job. Perhaps the call of road. Perhaps I saw it as an escape. I can tell you that that desire has now left me. Spending a number of hours bouncing down the highway woke me up to reality. Bouncing is a complete understatement. More like riding a horse with a cab. Swaying, feeling every bump in the road, it was an adventure. Why Brandon? Seems to me that since we decided to move my workload in Brandon has increased. Go figure. Oh well, will keep me going back to my home stomping grounds. Notice the western twang to that statement. (not sure it’s the song or the thought of trucking that brought that on)
I keep getting side tracked. The trip back to Brandon finally gave me the chance to reflect on this major change in my life. Since my wife got the new job, life has been a whirlwind of activity. Selling, buying, moving. No time to think about what was really happening. I had some very strange feelings. Friday I left home to move to eastern Manitoba from western Manitoba. Two days later I left home in eastern Manitoba to go work in western Manitoba. Enough to make one dizzy. That is when the title of the song hit me. Where Am I going To Live When I Get Home. Where is home? Where is my life? What have we done? When will I feel like things are normal? Perhaps it’s like they say, normal is only a setting on a dryer.
So now I am back home. I think. For two nights and then we are taking a break. Going on a vacation. They say a change is as good as a rest. I am getting both. Look out when I get back. Should be ready to conquer the world. This trip was something that was planned before we ever had an inkling of what was about to happen to us. It will be good to sit back and relax for a while. Take a breather. Reassess. But the problem remains. Where am I going to live when I get home? Don’t get me wrong. This is exciting. Looking forward to our new challenges. But it may take awhile. So till next time, here’s to discovering and exploring our new life. Our new home. Make it a good one.
Anyway, Monday I was trundling back to Brandon with the Uhaul truck. We had spent all weekend moving, unpacking, and just in general, trying to settle into our new home. Never in my wildest imagination would I have thought that two people could have as much “stuff” as we did. What a job. My kids informed me Saturday morning that they were never, ever helping us move again. Wait a minute. Half the stuff we have was bought because of the kids. And guess who keeps hanging out at our new digs every day? The kids. Not complaining, of course. It’s awesome. But they will have to help us move again. Even if it’s just into the old folks home.
Back to my trip to Brandon. I used to have aspirations of being a truck driver. Seemed to me that there was some mystique to that job. Perhaps the call of road. Perhaps I saw it as an escape. I can tell you that that desire has now left me. Spending a number of hours bouncing down the highway woke me up to reality. Bouncing is a complete understatement. More like riding a horse with a cab. Swaying, feeling every bump in the road, it was an adventure. Why Brandon? Seems to me that since we decided to move my workload in Brandon has increased. Go figure. Oh well, will keep me going back to my home stomping grounds. Notice the western twang to that statement. (not sure it’s the song or the thought of trucking that brought that on)
I keep getting side tracked. The trip back to Brandon finally gave me the chance to reflect on this major change in my life. Since my wife got the new job, life has been a whirlwind of activity. Selling, buying, moving. No time to think about what was really happening. I had some very strange feelings. Friday I left home to move to eastern Manitoba from western Manitoba. Two days later I left home in eastern Manitoba to go work in western Manitoba. Enough to make one dizzy. That is when the title of the song hit me. Where Am I going To Live When I Get Home. Where is home? Where is my life? What have we done? When will I feel like things are normal? Perhaps it’s like they say, normal is only a setting on a dryer.
So now I am back home. I think. For two nights and then we are taking a break. Going on a vacation. They say a change is as good as a rest. I am getting both. Look out when I get back. Should be ready to conquer the world. This trip was something that was planned before we ever had an inkling of what was about to happen to us. It will be good to sit back and relax for a while. Take a breather. Reassess. But the problem remains. Where am I going to live when I get home? Don’t get me wrong. This is exciting. Looking forward to our new challenges. But it may take awhile. So till next time, here’s to discovering and exploring our new life. Our new home. Make it a good one.
Friday, February 17, 2012
And So It Ends
Life has this way of throwing surprises at you. Some of them are actually pleasant surprises. I have mixed feelings as I sit here and ponder my future. I have lived in the western part of Manitoba for the better part of my life. I have been part of a community for years. I have seen people come and go. I have seen our kids grow up and have seen how their lives have develop and continue to develop. Now it appears it is my turn to make significant changes in my life. We are moving.
It is exactly a month ago that my wife accepted a job near Winnipeg. That was a pleasant surprise. Then we were able to sell our house and buy a house in short order. That was a really pleasant surprise. But then the work started. Sorting, packing, purging, and all that goes with vacating a house. This weekend we are moving. I am procrastinating packing up my office. It’s a lot of work. It becomes overwhelming.
After all that whirlwind of activity I find myself thinking about all these changes. I am reflecting on my life. A life spent near Wawanesa. I have mixed feelings. Looking forward to new challenges. A friend and colleague told me that moving to a new community can be freeing. An interesting concept that I need to analyze further. The thought being that having grown up in a community and lived in that community for most of my life, the community has made certain assumptions of who I am by who I was. That may be positive or it may be negative. Like I say, interesting. Will leave that one for another day.
“Relationships provide us with identity, purpose and direction. In essence, relationships and therefore community is a life giving, life defining, life nurturing process.” I have always appreciated this quote. Used it often when I discuss relationships. However, I have often wondered about the second part of that quote. “. . . . community is a life giving, life defining, life nurturing process’. When I reflect on my life I see so much truth in that. This community has given me life. It has defined who I am. And very obviously it has nurtured me.
Who would have thought that I would remain in the community I grew up in to farm, raise a family and start a new business? Although I had to go to a different community to find a life partner, who would have thought that she would pack up and join me in my community? Who would have thought that my grade 7 teacher would become a friend and neighbor? Who would have thought that my kids would have the same grade 2 teacher I had? Who would have thought that neighbors would become such an important part of life? How often did I take advantage of neighbors when I needed help? Where else, after a heavy snow fall, would different neighbors show up to clear my yard? On the same day, without being asked. Where else could you feel safe leaving keys in your vehicle and leaving doors unlocked? Only in small town Manitoba. Only near Wawanesa.
Perhaps the title should have been “And So It Begins”. As I bid adieu to my community I hope that I, in some small way, have contributed to a community that has left its mark on me. And if any of you should find yourself in eastern Manitoba drop by. The coffee will be on. And I would love to hear what’s going on in western Manitoba. And remember, I will still be on the west side of the Red River. Make it a good one.
It is exactly a month ago that my wife accepted a job near Winnipeg. That was a pleasant surprise. Then we were able to sell our house and buy a house in short order. That was a really pleasant surprise. But then the work started. Sorting, packing, purging, and all that goes with vacating a house. This weekend we are moving. I am procrastinating packing up my office. It’s a lot of work. It becomes overwhelming.
After all that whirlwind of activity I find myself thinking about all these changes. I am reflecting on my life. A life spent near Wawanesa. I have mixed feelings. Looking forward to new challenges. A friend and colleague told me that moving to a new community can be freeing. An interesting concept that I need to analyze further. The thought being that having grown up in a community and lived in that community for most of my life, the community has made certain assumptions of who I am by who I was. That may be positive or it may be negative. Like I say, interesting. Will leave that one for another day.
“Relationships provide us with identity, purpose and direction. In essence, relationships and therefore community is a life giving, life defining, life nurturing process.” I have always appreciated this quote. Used it often when I discuss relationships. However, I have often wondered about the second part of that quote. “. . . . community is a life giving, life defining, life nurturing process’. When I reflect on my life I see so much truth in that. This community has given me life. It has defined who I am. And very obviously it has nurtured me.
Who would have thought that I would remain in the community I grew up in to farm, raise a family and start a new business? Although I had to go to a different community to find a life partner, who would have thought that she would pack up and join me in my community? Who would have thought that my grade 7 teacher would become a friend and neighbor? Who would have thought that my kids would have the same grade 2 teacher I had? Who would have thought that neighbors would become such an important part of life? How often did I take advantage of neighbors when I needed help? Where else, after a heavy snow fall, would different neighbors show up to clear my yard? On the same day, without being asked. Where else could you feel safe leaving keys in your vehicle and leaving doors unlocked? Only in small town Manitoba. Only near Wawanesa.
Perhaps the title should have been “And So It Begins”. As I bid adieu to my community I hope that I, in some small way, have contributed to a community that has left its mark on me. And if any of you should find yourself in eastern Manitoba drop by. The coffee will be on. And I would love to hear what’s going on in western Manitoba. And remember, I will still be on the west side of the Red River. Make it a good one.
Friday, February 10, 2012
“Let’s Talk”
Unless you never watch TV or live in seclusion you will have seen commercials, this week, called “Let’s Talk”. The commercial features Clara Hughes, a well-known and recognized Canadian speed skater. Hughes hit the news in the last year or two when she first admitted publicly that she had suffered from depression. Since then other sports stars, TV personalities and celebrities have come forward admitting to having experienced depression. The focus this week has been on talking about it. I really like the thought of being able to break the stigma through conversation.
It is quite astounding to hear that one in five Canadians is affected by mental illness. That means that many of the people you know personally and intimately are affected. Can you tell? In many cases people hide it well. They mask it. You may ask why. The answer is simple. Depression has always been viewed as a weakness not a sickness. How sad is that? Obviously with it being viewed as a weakness the natural human response would be to hide it and hide it well. As I began telling my story two years ago a reporter made the following comment; “ On the outside, he was a successful Wawanesa-area farmer and pork industry leader. On the inside, he was drowning in a black hole”. I always questioned the “successful” part of the story but the intended point was so true. I was masking my mental health issues. (the full article can be viewed on my website at www.signaturemediation .ca )
I remember well the day that I took part in a call-in radio show about upcoming workshops dealing with men and depression. I had been asked to tell my story during the course of these workshops. Although I had consented to this I never gave it much thought till the host on the radio show asked me about the story. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I had said I would tell my story but suddenly I was filled with fear and trepidation. But I had no choice. It is tough to back out of something in the middle of a live radio show. So I jumped in. I started peeling the onion. In the days and weeks to come I revealed more and more of the depression I had experienced. The more I talked the better I felt. It was enlightening. And the more I talked other people also talked and shared. The more I listened the better I understood the illness I had. And the more I understood the better I was able to deal proactively with it.
In many of my presentations and workshops I have a slide that is titled “Find your supports”. I give suggestions as to who that support could be. I mention family, friends, neighbors, clergy, doctors and other professionals. It varies for all of us. I have two very good friends who have often, over the years, taken time to listen to me as I unload. I suspect sometimes they wonder why them. But they always listen. They normalize and validate my feelings. They provide a shoulder to cry on. They are there when I need them. I also have a very understanding better half. She has been beside me throughout the journey. Although initially I found it difficult to share many of my feelings with her, simply because I was afraid of what effect it might have on her, in latter times we have talked often about challenges I have had and continue to have.
So talk about it. Have a conversation. Start the process of healing. And if you know someone that you feel is not doing well offer yourself as a support. There is hope and there is relief. Make it a good one.
It is quite astounding to hear that one in five Canadians is affected by mental illness. That means that many of the people you know personally and intimately are affected. Can you tell? In many cases people hide it well. They mask it. You may ask why. The answer is simple. Depression has always been viewed as a weakness not a sickness. How sad is that? Obviously with it being viewed as a weakness the natural human response would be to hide it and hide it well. As I began telling my story two years ago a reporter made the following comment; “ On the outside, he was a successful Wawanesa-area farmer and pork industry leader. On the inside, he was drowning in a black hole”. I always questioned the “successful” part of the story but the intended point was so true. I was masking my mental health issues. (the full article can be viewed on my website at www.signaturemediation .ca )
I remember well the day that I took part in a call-in radio show about upcoming workshops dealing with men and depression. I had been asked to tell my story during the course of these workshops. Although I had consented to this I never gave it much thought till the host on the radio show asked me about the story. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I had said I would tell my story but suddenly I was filled with fear and trepidation. But I had no choice. It is tough to back out of something in the middle of a live radio show. So I jumped in. I started peeling the onion. In the days and weeks to come I revealed more and more of the depression I had experienced. The more I talked the better I felt. It was enlightening. And the more I talked other people also talked and shared. The more I listened the better I understood the illness I had. And the more I understood the better I was able to deal proactively with it.
In many of my presentations and workshops I have a slide that is titled “Find your supports”. I give suggestions as to who that support could be. I mention family, friends, neighbors, clergy, doctors and other professionals. It varies for all of us. I have two very good friends who have often, over the years, taken time to listen to me as I unload. I suspect sometimes they wonder why them. But they always listen. They normalize and validate my feelings. They provide a shoulder to cry on. They are there when I need them. I also have a very understanding better half. She has been beside me throughout the journey. Although initially I found it difficult to share many of my feelings with her, simply because I was afraid of what effect it might have on her, in latter times we have talked often about challenges I have had and continue to have.
So talk about it. Have a conversation. Start the process of healing. And if you know someone that you feel is not doing well offer yourself as a support. There is hope and there is relief. Make it a good one.
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