Blog Archives - trish hermanson

You Talk Like a Sumerian?

4/25/2019

Do you talk like a Sumerian?
   That ancient civilization developed humanity's first written communication through pictograms. But our ancestors soon discovered that pictures weren’t enough to get their point across, so they created a code for words - the alphabet. With that, communication spread onto clay tablets, papyrus, and paper, then exploded through printing presses, typewriters, copy machines, and emails.
     But everything was TL;DR (too long; didn’t read), so dialogue imploded into one-sided tweets. And now we’re back to pictograms through emojis, which makes me wonder whether we’ve regressed 5,000 years.
     TBH (to be honest), IDK (I don’t know). I’m SMH (shaking my head) about this.
     But my granddaughter’s messages do make me giggle.

What My Turtle Taught Me

4/20/2019

Every spring my turtle Ned was a walking billboard about a mystery much bigger than that little guy in a shell. In the fall he’d disappear in the backyard, and throughout the snowy Colorado winter, I’d wonder, “Is Ned dead?”
     Then when robins returned, Ned would struggle out from the vinca vines, his head covered with clods of dirt, like someone escaping the grave. This reminded me of something more remarkable than hibernation - the death, entombment, and coming back to life of the historic Jesus.
     Even more amazing is this: To all who embrace Jesus, he offers life now and after death.
  Who would want to be as pokey as a turtle and miss out on that?

What Happened to the Boy in the Window?

4/19/2019

This week our Columbine community gathered to remember the massacre twenty years ago at our local high school where two students killed thirteen and injured twenty-four. I recalled our shock at that time as we wondered, “How can these traumatized students go forward in life?”
     Take, for instance, Patrick Ireland, “the boy in the window.” He’d been shot twice in the head and once in the foot and lay bleeding to death for nearly three hours. With one side paralyzed, he crawled across the floor and hoisted himself to a broken window. He dangled precariously from the second floor until officers grabbed his falling body and rushed him to surgery. Doctors removed the bullet in his forehead, but couldn’t touch one deep in his brain that he still carries today.
     The prognosis? Patrick might never walk or talk again.
     But at our memorial service, “the boy in the window” rose to speak. Through seven months of therapy, Patrick had learned to read, write, walk, and talk. He graduated from Columbine as valedictorian, then graduated from college magna cum laude with a 3.9 GPA.
     Patrick says a major factor in his recovery was choosing “to be a victor instead of a victim.” Also, he learned “there’s tremendous power in forgiveness, while unforgiveness is a silent killer. Forgiveness is hard, painful, a process,” he says, and the key is “to stop focusing on what others have done to us and to focus on what Jesus has done for us.”
  I left the community gathering pondering that no matter what trials any of us face, Patrick’s attitude can propel us forward. We can determine to be victors and to forgive.

Patrick Ireland learned to walk, talk, read, and write again.
(Both photos screen shots)

What Gloria Steinem and I Have in Common

4/11/2019

When I met Gloria Steinem years ago, she was the well-known leader of the radical feminist movement and I was far from radical - just an unknown reporter assigned to cover a speech of hers. I agreed with her that women ought to receive equal opportunity and pay (I could barely make my rent and buy food). But beyond that, our beliefs diverged. She didn’t want to marry; I did. She sought to elevate women through careers; I gave up my career to raise three daughters.
Now I discover that with all our differences, our beliefs have converged in one way. Steinem says that through the decades, she had two tracks running in her head. One was “thinking forward to some future scene, imagining what should be.…” The second track was recalling “what I actually did or should have done in the immediate past.” Those two tracks squeezed out the present, Steinem writes in “Audacious Aging.”
     But now she’s learning to be “alive-in-the-moment.” So am I. When asked, “What are you looking forward to?" (which implies that my current situation isn’t enough), I let my thoughts sift through the here-and-now. After all, today is “the only time in which we can be fully alive,” Steinem says.
     I agree. As I relish the present, I discover I’m more grateful for the past and less concerned about the future.
     And that is a radical practice to embrace.

Learning to Walk (Again)

4/4/2019

My grandson recently learned to walk for the first time, and I learned to walk for the second time.
     For him, he’d grown so adept at crawling that the awkwardness of walking didn’t seem worth it. For me, I’d grown adept at dragging a heavy boot around after I broke my foot. But as my foot healed, the thought of trying to walk again was scary. Would I have the strength? The balance? The answer was “no.”
     For both of us, walking meant giving up what we’d grown accustomed to. It meant being uncoordinated, unbalanced, forcing muscles to do things they didn’t like. But it was worth it.
     Which makes me wonder whether I might be holding onto other things in life because they’re familiar. Habits I developed as accommodations for getting by. Activities that are adaptive devices that I don’t need anymore. Relationships that are crutches instead of true friendships.
  Do I need to let go of such supports and “step out” in new ways?    It will be scary, but it will be worth it.