Trite Metaphors that Get the Job Done

Life is a journey.

As a metaphor, it’s a bit worn-at-the-seams and softened by time. It reminds me a bit of a stuffed dog I’ve had since childhood: I return to it when the going gets rough.

Today I pulled out the trusty journey metaphor (and the blue dog with the squeaker in his nose).

But let me back up a few nights…

The dreams started as simple murders. One person, one killer. I never saw them – just knew a death had happened.

When I awoke, I thought: change is afoot, I am killing my old life (selling my house, moving from my neighborhood). All makes sense; no worries.

I didn’t pay enough attention to when the dreams changed.

As the nights went on, the murders became serial. The killer wore a pale blue necktie and had a bit of a dark pink glow about him, like the lighting in a noir movie (no, I haven’t a clue what the pink and blue is about. Seemed like interesting details to my subconscious).

I suddenly felt the need to protect myself in a way that I hadn’t during the earlier dreams. As I would surface from dreaming – and feel the pull, the tug, that would yank me back under – I would grab onto an image of protection. My mind went to Bear and I held on tight to that image as I was yanked back into sleep.

Perhaps you figured out where this was going before I did, but needless to say, there have been a few more metaphoric deaths in the past few days than the ones that I had personally put into play.

Which leaves me dusting off both my hiking boots and my life’s a journey metaphor.

Here’s what I have been reminding myself:

If your boots are clean, then you’re an armchair hiker without a dirt path or deer track to your name. Until you’ve done a face plant in the mud, you haven’t actually walked the trail.

Sometimes I think the entirety of a “good life” comes down to the willingness to break in your boots and wear your mud with pride.

Just like you, I have trouble believing this when I am on the ground with my face full of mud.

But time goes by, the path unfolds, and new vistas open up. And if they don’t, then I know I am not done journeying.

In the meantime, the mud is pretty good for my complexion… and yours, too! Try a green clay mud mask with a drop of helichrysum essential oil. After it dries, steam it off. I like a drop of neroli in the water I use for steaming.

Does this solve life’s problems? Hell no. But sometimes a little bit of nurturance goes along way when the road has been long and the mud has been deep.

What do you do to nurture yourself when the going gets rough? Share with us below!