I’m not quite sure why, but I’ve been on a nostalgia kick lately comparing life to Play-Doh, Cookie Monster, and children’s books. So, it should come as no surprise that I
stand write before you and venture into the world of the Weeble.
For those of you who grew up in the seventies, you know what I’m referring to when I speak of the Weeble. Weebles were egg-shaped plastic toys that seemed to defy modern physics. Weighted at the bottom, Weeble’s never fell down. You could turn them upside down, drop them on the floor, even chuck them against the room only to find that they had landed head’s up on the shag carpet. The slogan in the song took up permanent residence in my head like a Star Trek ear worm, “Weeble’s wobble but they don’t fall down.”
I was thinking about this the other day while dealing with a particularly exasperating health insurance situation. I got to reflecting on how I might have reacted to this type of situation even a year ago, before I’d really dedicated myself to a daily yoga and meditation practice.
While I can’t go back in time (try as I might with these blog posts lately), I know how I used to process stress and am aware of how that is changing. Before yoga and meditation (I’ll call it BYM), I would likely have sunk into a state of being somewhere between panic street and helpless avenue. Today, aside from a social media rant, I was able to see the situation for what it was, a problem to be solved but not dwelled upon. A blow to my being that toppled me, but didn’t knock me down.
Meditation teachers and seasoned practitioners will tell you that the changes you’ll see in yourself will be subtle, and they’re right. Like a keenly designed Weeble, meditation helps us to realize ourselves as firmly grounded beings, and everyone could channel their inner Weeble more often.
– Your Charmed Weeble
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