Power Tools

The way to my heart

My favourite sound in the world

is

the sound of a

Power Drill.

Photo: Lake Hawea, New Zealand. Taken on Morning Run/Morning mindset shift.

The power drill penetrates right into my heart as it efficiently and steadfastly screws another nail in. The power drill soothes my soul. It regulates my nervous system.
Forget meditation. Give me a man with a power tool.

Oh yes, I love the Tui bird song, and butter bubbling on a pan. I love children laughing, and the sound of my own laughter in fact, which can capture me by surprise sometimes these days. I love the sound of rain on the roof, of ocean waves rolling in and out. I loved the sound of my cat crunching her morning biscuits. A fire crackling, my children snuffling in their sleep. I love all of that. But I also love the sound of a power drill. With the main requirement being that it is operated by a capable person, a capable man, ( yes a man - sorry, that’s just how it is) and being used to Do Things that Need to be Done for Me or Us.
It’s the sound of someone helping me out. That is the best sound in the world. ❤️

Yesterday a window opened.
Just a crack, just enough, to let in a sliver of light.
Just enough to let in a fresh breeze.

Isn’t it amazing how Hope impacts everything.
That lightening of the heart
That looking up
That looking out
That feeling of expansiveness.
Only when resting in the arms of safety. Only then can we be our best selves, start to realise our potential, our dreams. Only when there is Hope.

Photo: Mist and Lupins

And I know our hope/ our happiness/ our lives shouldn’t be based on outer circumstances or situations.
Oh how I know that. I’ve read it all, I’ve watched every video, gone to the retreats, listened to the pod casts. Drunk all the green juice. I KNOW it all. I Know its all about Acceptance and Wu Wei and Going with the Flow. I know I should feel excited that I am blooming into a flower because No Mud, No Lotus. I do all the mantras with my hand placed on my heart “All is well, I am safe.” Oh Jo. You have tried so hard to console and reassure yourself. I Try so Hard, I do, I really really do. And I still get my glimmers through all this, I still see butterflies and birds and the light shining in my children’s eyes, I can still delight even in the dark times. But when I’m really in the mud and sludge Knowing and Trying are all pretty useless as I KNOW!
So what gave me hope? What changed then Jo, if things are actually just a little bit dependent on outer circumstances…..sometimes….just a weee bit….?

Photo: No Mud, No Lotus. Me and my beautiful muddy gumboots.

A power drill.
That’s what did it.
That beautiful sound of
Things getting done.

Of someone doing something for me.
And do you know what the chorus was?

Whistling.

Yes whistling. The man whistled as he went about his work for me.
Whistling says Everything is OK. Everything is Beautiful.

There were background beats of others helping me too, others catching me, seeing me, hearing me.
Some generous wonderful soul (yes a man. I know I know ) got excited, yes actually EXCITED, about putting together a 3 extra sized boxed up kitset desk for me. He took that load off me. He took care with the job. He even recruited and teamed up with two others and Had Fun with the job. They gave their team a name: “Flat Pack Master” to be said in a Bruce Lee type accent apparently. Oh Heavens thank you thank you for the Flat Pack Master team. Thank you for the power driller, the whistler. Thank you. 🙏

Underlying all of this though were the bass notes. The base notes. The sound from the ground. From the earth. The sound of Being Heard. Of Connection. That is probably one of the best sounds in the world.

The sound of hope.

I wish for you that you hear your favourite sounds this week.

With Love

Jo xx