I sponsor a goat. Her name is Ellen and she was rescued, along with 2 little friends, from a life of agony because of a disability. Ellen is a Nigerian Dwarf goat. Her illness is not hidden, but she was all but abandoned because her front legs are deformed. Thankfully, the owner of the farm where the goats were, agreed to hand them over to the Barn Sanctuary and she is being well looked after and having braces fitted to help with her deformity. Ellen is a lucky little goat. Someone saw her life and knew it needed to change.
I also sponsor, through Marine CSI, a Great White shark. Seamus isn’t deformed, but if you get in his way, you very well may be. Such is the nature of a shark to have to bite to know if it can eat you. The water is his domain. You’ve been warned.
It has been a very strange few weeks. Things just don’t seem right. It’s hard to describe what I mean, it seems that nothing is sitting comfortably for me and my feet are getting itchy. For once, that’s nothing to do with the MS! As well as dealing with all that comes with MS and epilepsy, sufferers also have to deal with the everyday ailments the same as the rest of the population. For me, this week anyhow, that’s been the dreaded stomach bug. There is no need to go into detail here, but I know you all get it. Well not necessarily the stomach bug, although…Anyway that, the fatigue which has moved in, unpacked and shows no sign of leaving, and the general feeling of unease, has left me unsettled. I don’t know what is wrong.
I don’t know if anything is wrong! Perhaps that’s the issue. Maybe everything is just too darn familiar. Familiarity breeds contempt, right? That could well be it. I know that I can’t take a deep breath, I know that I can’t shift the fog and I know that I can’t put my finger on what the problem truly is. Or maybe I just don’t want to. I search my soul a lot. It seems to be never-ending, but I guess that’s the whole point of a soul right? I search and look and pry and dig deep. I turn things over and put things back and return to familiar hunting grounds and see the same things. My soul is where I go when I need to research. My soul is my personal Google. I’ve been here before. Many times. The aching chasm of my soul that’s shrouded in mystery and yet alive in glorious, unashamed technicolour. It’s rich and deep and yet can be mean and shallow. It is comforting and frightening in equal measure. It sits on my sleeve and gossips with my heart. Then it retreats after it’s whispered its fears and joys, leaving me with nothing to grasp.
My soul. The keeper of all my secrets. My friend, my conscience, my harshest critic, my biggest fan, my brightest light and my darkest shadow. There lie all the answers. I know that because I believe, our souls – yes, all living beings have one – encompass everything you can’t touch or see but just know instinctively is there. Every book, every article, every column ever written about so-called self-help, tells how it all starts within. And that’s all well and good, but the only way you can start that process then, is to know what is within. Know thyself. I can’t remember right now who that phrase is attributed to, I think it was Socrates that probably coined it, but it could have just as easily been Plato. Thinking about it, neither of them probably said that phrase at all but their writings will have been a long version along the lines of how you can’t really know anything unless you know yourself. But, how can you truly know yourself? (That last sentence was put there by me, I don’t think either of them actually questioned it, but willing to be corrected on that point).
If we are ever evolving and I think we are. We all act and react differently to different stimuli and as we age our tolerances change with us and so we are always becoming something new. If we are changing all the time, then how do we keep up with who we are. Let’s take me for example. This time last year I was reeling from an MS diagnosis. Everything I thought I knew about me and my body was suddenly ripped away from me by those 2 letters. I was numb for a bit. Highly emotional for a bit. Terrified virtually always. Angry, stunned, confused, depressed and lord knows how many more adjectives could describe the feelings that coursed through me. I never returned to the Kirsty I was the day before. I tried to recover me. But that me was gone and I’m left to shape a new me. Ever evolving. What I knew to be true then, doesn’t seem to be true now. How I used to react to different situations and different people has changed. I used to know how I would react. I only know now that I won’t react in the same way.
Sounds a bit confusing and it is. A bit like the Titanic, my soul doesn’t want to give up all its secrets. I can find new ways to search it and develop techniques that help me deal with its depths and caverns, but it seems unwilling to yield to my constant requests for it to help. I know the answers are there, but I just can’t seem to dig them out. So, my soul has swallowed every old version there ever has been of me and so all that I need to know is there somewhere, but I don’t have the right combination of search terms to unlock them. Soul searching is hard to do. Any search will always uncover something you’ve worked hard to forget and bury. Soul searching will always point you in the direction that you need to go, but it doesn’t give you the strength to put your boots down on that path and walk it. Soul searching is best done when it’s been sat with your heart. That’s when the answers are closest to the top. Your soul can give you the directions, but it can’t make you take the journey.
The soul is never going to say the answer is 3 doors down on your left. (Although it could be, if that’s where your heart has told your soul it’s desire is…). The soul is going to give you the piece of unmoulded clay and an idea of what the finished article could look like. It is still up to the current you, you as you are now, to take the search results and action them.
As a matter of interest, as well as Ellen and Seamus, I also sponsor Amur Tigers through WWF, Rhinos through Care for Wild, dogs through Dogs Trust, a young girl through PlanUK, plus I donate to UNICEF and help remove plastic from the oceans through donating to 4Oceans and my cats consist of one adoption and 2 rescues. They all have souls and their souls all whispered to my heart.
And yes, I stole the title for this post from The The. Credit where credit is due.