My Dad used to sing a song that started like this: “Who takes care of the caretaker’s daughter when the caretaker’s busy taking care?” When I’m stressed, I often find myself singing that refrain. It’s a reminder to me that I need to turn my attention to myself. And then I start taking care.
My Level One response is trash talk. I find someone I can talk trash with. It’s a great release and does no harm to others. It also often leads to Level Two which isSometimes I have to go to Level Three. That’s a bit more work. It’s not something I can do on the spot. But I’m always prepared to head to the
pool and swim off all my stress. Nothing beats a good swim. Sometimes I go there with my tears and weep as I swim. Lately, I’ve taken to bowing to the water before I slide into the pool.
If I still can’t shake the stress of the day or season of my life, I turn to my stash of fabric and plan my next quilt. Right now I have yards of different kinds of white-on-white fabric piled on the ironing board and a huge pile of indigo blue scraps on the counter–all there for me to play with as I draft out a kimono quilt. I know the top will look something like this:
But a bit more polished. I’m going to make a boro cloth kimono and ground it on a white-on-white background. (Funny, even writing about it ratchets down my stress level this morning!)
My last-ditch, when-all-else-fails response to stress is silence. It’s the way I start my day and it’s the place I return to when I feel the need to be restored. I’m going there now. Will you join me?
oh I started my day with a walk to yoga which included a good long time in silence…and, seriously, I to LOVE trash talk, alas no one I can talk that way with….(need to find some trash-loving friends)…
Maybe we should start a trash-talk Monday on RGBP!
I really like that you bow to the water before sliding into the pool. And I like that you showed us how you go up from one level to another. Because it’s new to me, I tried to find ”Who takes care of the caretaker’s daughter when the caretaker’s busy taking care?” Do you have any idea where I could find the music to that?
I have no idea. My dad sang throughout our life together. He was born in 1913. I imagine it was something he learned in college in the thirties.
I wasn’t born until 1940, and it isn’t a song my parents sang to me. I like it, though. Thanks for sharing it.
that talking in which it doesn’t matter what you say…you know it stays with the person…and you will not be judged…helps me get it out of my system