Practicing Whac-A-Mole

Yup! The game I love!
(stock photo off web)

I have never played Whac-A-Mole,the game, but the idea of it intrigues me. Sure that it was hours of fun for over-sugared kids. But the idea of it is what I want to get to. The game has a surface and has 16 or 25 holes each housing a mole that will randomly pop up to get in your face. The player has to wack them as quickly as possible to be ready for the next one coming from who knows where. Somehow maybe there is a score involved.

This activity is me fighting my fears. It is a constant battle to keep the the little twits in line, to beat them back to their holes. Of, course the amount of activity varies, comes and goes but it never really stops. It can flare with a doubt, with a memory, with negativity, you know a trigger.

I strive for peace which is a place of no fear ideally. I’ve identified prayer as a place for me to find peace and thus to avoid fear and it’s buddy anxiety. That’s a good one but let’s see what else. Knowledge is good. The more I know about fear the more I am aware of ways to lessen it or tamp it down beating back into it’s hole where it won’t show it’s ugly head for a while.

The more I learn about myself the more I am aware of gaps in my defenses. Having more time to contemplate these days is an opportunity to work on this. How can I understand myself better? How can I understand my place in the web of things? And how can I understand my place in the “new” world in which I find myself/we find ourselves?

let our love pop up iunexpected ways and places, Felipé.

2 thoughts on “Practicing Whac-A-Mole”

  1. My friend, if ever there was a time for Whack-A-Mole, this is it. Not just the board game-size, but the large scale Carnival Arcade Whack-A-Mole. Cancer is Nuthin’ compared to the Coronavirus. What helps me is the “Examen” of St. Ignatius. Every night, I light a candle, breathe deep, and review my day like a movie reel, and ask, what was the high point, the low point of my day? I acknowledge the low points and then let them fade, and bask in the incidents of love and belonging in my day. Last night, my highlights included the Good News from the clinic that your trial is still working, and the thought of the Marines landing on a small airstrip in Vashon Island, bringing hand wipes and sanitizer and t.p. to the stranded island folk.
    Thanks for keeping our spirits up, and helping us whack those pesky moles.
    Henriette

    1. Henriette ~ yup, fighting those pesky moles. It’s a full time job! Phone all Monday? Felipé.x

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