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Creating New Pathways
Clarence Road was a long dirt track which led to the creek. When we were kids,
we would walk the two or three miles to the end of the road and spend most
Saturday afternoons hanging out around a small jetty. We were adventurous and
imaginative. Down by the creek we could be anyone - it was our own private
world, free of adults and a place of freedom and possibilities.
We were greatly influenced by television shows such as Tarzan, Robin Hood,
Annie Oakley, Bonanza, Daniel Boone and Disney’s Adventure Land. The creek
was surrounded by thick bush and long grass, the creek bank was muddy,
slippery and full of small holes made by little crabs. Occasionally, someone
would be silly enough to leave a small rowboat tied to the jetty. By the laws of
childhood, it became ours for the day.
Sometimes, we would just sit and talk. As most of us had recently taken up
smoking, it was a good place to have a fag and rule the world. Most of the time,
we were good guys catching bad guys. Most of the day was spent acting out as
our childhood heroes. We made bows and arrows out of branches and string,
and tied ropes to trees to swing from. The creek bank was always referred to as
quick sand and the creek was full of crocodiles and giant snakes. Somewhere
deep down at the bottom of the creek there was a treasure chest, but we never
found it as the creek was patrolled by pirates and underwater villains.
The problem with getting to the creek was that we needed to walk through a
mean old man’s farm. He would come out and abuse us and order his mad
barking dog to chase us off. The dog was a fearsome creature and an effective
deterrent. As we had already decided that the old man was married to a wicked
witch who killed children, it was pretty easy for him to run us off and ruin our
day.
It was bad enough that we couldn’t get to the creek, but what really annoyed us
was that after walking the long miles there, we had to turn around and walk all
the miles back again. Summertime was often extremely hot and we greatly
resented not being allowed to cool off at the creek.
Even though we could outshoot and outsmart the meanest of men in our
adventures, we were greatly intimidated by the old man, the witch and the dog.
One day on the long and hot walk home about half way along Clarence Road, I
noticed an orange tree about 100 metres into the scrub. Tired, disappointed and
thirsty, I bounded into the long grass and over fallen branches to claim my
bounty. The others stood and watched calling out to be careful, someone yelled
at me to come back and warned me about snakes.
I started picking oranges with the intention of gathering as many as I could
cradle in my tee shirt to take back to the others. Then I thought it would be
better and much easier if they would just follow me in and help themselves.
They kept insisting that I should come out and I kept insisting that they should
come in. I wanted to sit for a while under the shade of the trees and eat my
oranges. They kept making excuses about how hard it was to struggle through
the bush and all of the possible dangers.
When they realized that I was not coming out and saw me sitting back sucking
on an orange, they finally gave in and decided to join me. They muttered and
grizzled and struggled with the thick overgrown bushes. I laughed as they
climbed over rocks and branches and held onto each other to keep their balance.
Cigarettes are hard to come by when you’re a kid. I remember sitting there that
day sharing the only one we had. We were feeling quite proud of ourselves and
started kidding each other, joking and just having a pretty good time in our new
frontier.It dawned on me that Clarence Road ran parallel to the creek and that
although we had only ever accessed it from the barking dog’s farm, it was very
likely that the creek would be a short distance from where we were sitting.
Obviously there was no track, I might have been wrong, it would be difficult
and we could get lost. I thought it was worth trying but the others were
reluctant. Roslyn was worried about ticks and leeches. Rosie assured her that
ticks could be pulled out and you just put salt on leeches and they fell off. We
also discussed the possibility of snakes, quicksand and bandits.
My sister was the smallest and youngest of the group. She was also the bravest
and the most rational. She suggested that we had already made it this far into the
bush and although it had been a little scary and difficult, we had not only made
it, but we had been rewarded with oranges. She thought that if we tried to go in
just a little further we could always turn around and come back if it got too
hard. She further pointed out that everyone was free to turn back at anytime and
that there was no harm in trying.
It really didn’t take much at all to reach the creek. We were exuberant when we
got there. Although hot, tired, sweaty, dirty and covered in scratches we felt
powerful and proud.
There was no jetty but there were some very large logs to sit on. The best part
of it all was that no one else knew about this place, no one could shoo us off
and it was only half as far out as the old farm house. There was also a very
large rock which was like a mini-cave, and of course, the advantage of the
orange tree just up the track.
The following week we noticed a faint pathway through the bush where we had
struggled the week before. Knowing where we were going and no longer being
afraid of the dangers made the trip in very easy and fast. Within a few short
weeks that pathway became very clear and accessible. We now had a better
place which was faster and easier to get to and was free of mean old men,
barking dogs and wicked witches.
A lot of years have passed and a lot of things have changed over the years, but
my childhood memories are as clear as if they were only a few weeks ago.
Often I find myself recalling events from childhood and marvelling at how
defining that time was in directing the course of my life. Simple events, like the
day on Clarence Road, return to me now as metaphors and bring new insights
into who I am today.
The most obvious thing I relate to about that day is that we had tried many times
and in many ways to outwit the dog and the old man; we were pretty clever,
resourceful and creative. Most of the time we did manage to get through, but it
was always an obstacle and caused us quite a bit of apprehension and irritation.
Looking back now, I see how much simpler it would have been if we had just
considered a better alternative sooner than we did. We wasted time, effort and
energy in worrying about the dog - scheming and inventing new tactics. The
goal was always to get to the creek. The problem was always the farmhouse
occupants. We probably found a dozen solutions to the problem. Although most
of them worked, most of the time, it still remained an ongoing challenge.
This kind of scenario has played out in many ways over the years. I keep
reminding myself that the right solution is not always about the given problem.
It’s not always about finding the solution - it’s more about defining the problem.
In focusing on the man, the dog and the witch, we had forgotten that our main
goal was to get to the creek. The solution was to be found in looking for a better
or at least a different, way to get to the creek. We became tunnel-visioned when
we insisted on our own answers being the best or the only way. We forgot to
explore new and better ideas because we were lost within making our answers
fit.
I reflect back on the time and emotional energy I have spent trying to make
relationships, situations, jobs or people change into whom or what I thought I
needed or wanted. I have shed tears and spent many sleepless nights desperately
wanting things to be the way I wanted them to be. Often it turned out to be
about letting go, moving on or just changing myself or my perception. Many,
many times there have been better or different ways but I couldn’t see them
because I was so involved with fixing what I had and being stubborn about how
it should be.
Instead of asking, “How do I fix this problem?” we need to re-word the question
and ask, “What exactly is the problem and how do I achieve the best possible
outcome?”
On Clarence road, we were defining the problem as the old man, the dog and the
witch, when we should have asked, “Is there a better or faster way to get to the
creek?” Too often, we are so caught up in fixing the problem that we forget
what the goal is.
The Same Old Place
I see so many people going over and over the same old ground, in the same old
way, and ending up in the same old place.
People with money, health, weight or relationship problems today will probably
have to admit that those same problems have been played out over and over,
year after year. Why? Because we keep asking the same questions and coming
up with the same or similar answers.
Instead of asking, “How can I earn more money?” the question might be, “How
do I spend more wisely or how do I reduce my expenses?”
Instead of taking painkillers or anti-depressants, perhaps you need to ask
questions like, “Why am I always so tired and stressed?”
Instead of looking at the newest diets and gimmicks to lose weight, perhaps you
could try questioning your relationship with food or focus more on increasing
joy and reducing stress.
Regardless of what the current problem is, if it is a repetitious cycle then the
standard questions and solutions are not working. Changing the definition of the
question will often bring about better solutions.
How do I have better, create better, feel better or how do I do better than this?
Copyright Sonya Green
Click NEXT button for Part 2
Clarence Road was a long dirt track which led to the creek. When we were kids,
we would walk the two or three miles to the end of the road and spend most
Saturday afternoons hanging out around a small jetty. We were adventurous and
imaginative. Down by the creek we could be anyone - it was our own private
world, free of adults and a place of freedom and possibilities.
We were greatly influenced by television shows such as Tarzan, Robin Hood,
Annie Oakley, Bonanza, Daniel Boone and Disney’s Adventure Land. The creek
was surrounded by thick bush and long grass, the creek bank was muddy,
slippery and full of small holes made by little crabs. Occasionally, someone
would be silly enough to leave a small rowboat tied to the jetty. By the laws of
childhood, it became ours for the day.
Sometimes, we would just sit and talk. As most of us had recently taken up
smoking, it was a good place to have a fag and rule the world. Most of the time,
we were good guys catching bad guys. Most of the day was spent acting out as
our childhood heroes. We made bows and arrows out of branches and string,
and tied ropes to trees to swing from. The creek bank was always referred to as
quick sand and the creek was full of crocodiles and giant snakes. Somewhere
deep down at the bottom of the creek there was a treasure chest, but we never
found it as the creek was patrolled by pirates and underwater villains.
The problem with getting to the creek was that we needed to walk through a
mean old man’s farm. He would come out and abuse us and order his mad
barking dog to chase us off. The dog was a fearsome creature and an effective
deterrent. As we had already decided that the old man was married to a wicked
witch who killed children, it was pretty easy for him to run us off and ruin our
day.
It was bad enough that we couldn’t get to the creek, but what really annoyed us
was that after walking the long miles there, we had to turn around and walk all
the miles back again. Summertime was often extremely hot and we greatly
resented not being allowed to cool off at the creek.
Even though we could outshoot and outsmart the meanest of men in our
adventures, we were greatly intimidated by the old man, the witch and the dog.
One day on the long and hot walk home about half way along Clarence Road, I
noticed an orange tree about 100 metres into the scrub. Tired, disappointed and
thirsty, I bounded into the long grass and over fallen branches to claim my
bounty. The others stood and watched calling out to be careful, someone yelled
at me to come back and warned me about snakes.
I started picking oranges with the intention of gathering as many as I could
cradle in my tee shirt to take back to the others. Then I thought it would be
better and much easier if they would just follow me in and help themselves.
They kept insisting that I should come out and I kept insisting that they should
come in. I wanted to sit for a while under the shade of the trees and eat my
oranges. They kept making excuses about how hard it was to struggle through
the bush and all of the possible dangers.
When they realized that I was not coming out and saw me sitting back sucking
on an orange, they finally gave in and decided to join me. They muttered and
grizzled and struggled with the thick overgrown bushes. I laughed as they
climbed over rocks and branches and held onto each other to keep their balance.
Cigarettes are hard to come by when you’re a kid. I remember sitting there that
day sharing the only one we had. We were feeling quite proud of ourselves and
started kidding each other, joking and just having a pretty good time in our new
frontier.It dawned on me that Clarence Road ran parallel to the creek and that
although we had only ever accessed it from the barking dog’s farm, it was very
likely that the creek would be a short distance from where we were sitting.
Obviously there was no track, I might have been wrong, it would be difficult
and we could get lost. I thought it was worth trying but the others were
reluctant. Roslyn was worried about ticks and leeches. Rosie assured her that
ticks could be pulled out and you just put salt on leeches and they fell off. We
also discussed the possibility of snakes, quicksand and bandits.
My sister was the smallest and youngest of the group. She was also the bravest
and the most rational. She suggested that we had already made it this far into the
bush and although it had been a little scary and difficult, we had not only made
it, but we had been rewarded with oranges. She thought that if we tried to go in
just a little further we could always turn around and come back if it got too
hard. She further pointed out that everyone was free to turn back at anytime and
that there was no harm in trying.
It really didn’t take much at all to reach the creek. We were exuberant when we
got there. Although hot, tired, sweaty, dirty and covered in scratches we felt
powerful and proud.
There was no jetty but there were some very large logs to sit on. The best part
of it all was that no one else knew about this place, no one could shoo us off
and it was only half as far out as the old farm house. There was also a very
large rock which was like a mini-cave, and of course, the advantage of the
orange tree just up the track.
The following week we noticed a faint pathway through the bush where we had
struggled the week before. Knowing where we were going and no longer being
afraid of the dangers made the trip in very easy and fast. Within a few short
weeks that pathway became very clear and accessible. We now had a better
place which was faster and easier to get to and was free of mean old men,
barking dogs and wicked witches.
A lot of years have passed and a lot of things have changed over the years, but
my childhood memories are as clear as if they were only a few weeks ago.
Often I find myself recalling events from childhood and marvelling at how
defining that time was in directing the course of my life. Simple events, like the
day on Clarence Road, return to me now as metaphors and bring new insights
into who I am today.
The most obvious thing I relate to about that day is that we had tried many times
and in many ways to outwit the dog and the old man; we were pretty clever,
resourceful and creative. Most of the time we did manage to get through, but it
was always an obstacle and caused us quite a bit of apprehension and irritation.
Looking back now, I see how much simpler it would have been if we had just
considered a better alternative sooner than we did. We wasted time, effort and
energy in worrying about the dog - scheming and inventing new tactics. The
goal was always to get to the creek. The problem was always the farmhouse
occupants. We probably found a dozen solutions to the problem. Although most
of them worked, most of the time, it still remained an ongoing challenge.
This kind of scenario has played out in many ways over the years. I keep
reminding myself that the right solution is not always about the given problem.
It’s not always about finding the solution - it’s more about defining the problem.
In focusing on the man, the dog and the witch, we had forgotten that our main
goal was to get to the creek. The solution was to be found in looking for a better
or at least a different, way to get to the creek. We became tunnel-visioned when
we insisted on our own answers being the best or the only way. We forgot to
explore new and better ideas because we were lost within making our answers
fit.
I reflect back on the time and emotional energy I have spent trying to make
relationships, situations, jobs or people change into whom or what I thought I
needed or wanted. I have shed tears and spent many sleepless nights desperately
wanting things to be the way I wanted them to be. Often it turned out to be
about letting go, moving on or just changing myself or my perception. Many,
many times there have been better or different ways but I couldn’t see them
because I was so involved with fixing what I had and being stubborn about how
it should be.
Instead of asking, “How do I fix this problem?” we need to re-word the question
and ask, “What exactly is the problem and how do I achieve the best possible
outcome?”
On Clarence road, we were defining the problem as the old man, the dog and the
witch, when we should have asked, “Is there a better or faster way to get to the
creek?” Too often, we are so caught up in fixing the problem that we forget
what the goal is.
The Same Old Place
I see so many people going over and over the same old ground, in the same old
way, and ending up in the same old place.
People with money, health, weight or relationship problems today will probably
have to admit that those same problems have been played out over and over,
year after year. Why? Because we keep asking the same questions and coming
up with the same or similar answers.
Instead of asking, “How can I earn more money?” the question might be, “How
do I spend more wisely or how do I reduce my expenses?”
Instead of taking painkillers or anti-depressants, perhaps you need to ask
questions like, “Why am I always so tired and stressed?”
Instead of looking at the newest diets and gimmicks to lose weight, perhaps you
could try questioning your relationship with food or focus more on increasing
joy and reducing stress.
Regardless of what the current problem is, if it is a repetitious cycle then the
standard questions and solutions are not working. Changing the definition of the
question will often bring about better solutions.
How do I have better, create better, feel better or how do I do better than this?
Copyright Sonya Green
Click NEXT button for Part 2
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