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Where’s the Right Tool for the Job?

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An offering left at the Place of Refuge, Hawaii Island -- the person who left it may see gratitude and honor as tools that enhance his life.
An offering left at the Place of Refuge, Hawaii Island — the person who left it may see gratitude and honor as tools that enhance his life.

Having the right tool for the job is critical. In my home office, you’ll find a large variety of pens, so that I’ll have the perfect color and substance of ink to write what needs to be said. I’ll often change color ink to demonstrate the different times I’ve worked on something, so that they are easy to distinguish. A straight screwdriver might not do the trick if the screw you’re working on is a Phillips. Some things don’t matter so much, but in other things, I might need to have several similar-but-not-identical items on hand to choose from, just so that I can always have the one that’s just right.

There are plenty of times when I need the right tool for the job. Would our lives be different if we realized that the coping tools we’ve used all our lives aren’t very good, and other ones are out there? There are a lot of ways to handle our lives and our worlds. We are not trapped by the paradigm of our parents, grandparents, or friends. We aren’t limited to seeing the world through their eyes. We have our own eyes and can learn new things. We can find the joy and happiness that may have escaped others we know. Where others may aggressively elbow aside someone who may cut in line, maybe you choose to shrug, smile, and let them in. Maybe their need is urgent and yours isn’t. Maybe they’re just being a jerk, but that isn’t a mandate that you be one, too. It’s such a little thing. Maybe you’re able to stand in you power where it counts, so you don’t need to assert yourself in the places that don’t.

The tool of communication. The maker of this petroglyph didn't use his words, but communicated something that was meaningful to him -- a prayer?
The tool of communication. The maker of this petroglyph didn’t use his words, but communicated something that was meaningful to him — a prayer?

So, I’ve been developing new tools, so that I have just the one I need. I’m working on non-judgment,  fearlessness, risk-taking, releasing old patterns of behavior, resilience, and just plain love. There are times when one of these is the right tool for the job. What’s my big gun—the one that seems to work the best and most often? It’s a toss-up between non-judgment and forgiveness – of myself and others. Simple? Yes. Easy? No.

There are a lot of spiritual tools out there. Which one is best for a particular situation? Sometimes it isn’t obvious, but that quiet, still voice inside knows. Just ask. We’re all so ready to question authority, but reluctant to question ourselves. Maybe it’s time to change that too.

Maybe we need the tool of seeing us all as  a homogeneous group of Earthlings rather than disparate groups from different countries, races, political beliefs, or gender orientations.
Maybe we need the tool of seeing us all as a homogeneous group of Earthlings rather than disparate groups from different countries, races, political beliefs, or gender orientations.

6 comments

  1. Tools for life. We all have them. I suppose we sometimes use the wrong one and give up or don’t try another one.
    My husband (like most men) has all kind of tools (junk) in the garage. He keeps little pieces of this or that. And sure enough he manages to fix something in the house and save us a $100.00 service call. 🙂
    We need to rely on ourselves and keep those little life tools to fix things.

    The Reader Tool of WP must be broken as I am not getting your updates. 😦
    Thanks for stopping by my blog.

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  2. Karel:

    This reminds me of one of my favorite quotes from Samuel Taylor Coleridge:

    “He loveth best who prayeth best, all things both great and small.”
    Your photography reminds me of another quote:
    I believe it was Browning who said: “A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”

    Love you
    Mom

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  3. “Know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, know when to run…”

    Funny how songs can mean so much.

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