TRAIN THERAPY

I’m a couple of days late with the old blog because I’ve been having therapy. Don’t panic. It’s not therapy where you lie on a couch and talk. No my treatment, my therapy was a visit from my grandson Jake. The course of medicine I had involved, two train trips to the city. A long session at the Sunbury pool. A visit to the laser tag thingy at water gardens and a strict regime of silly jokes, most of which my dear grandson didn’t laugh at.

I drove up to Euroa on Wednesday to pick up the prescribed 10-year-old. The drive out-of-town helped to blow some of the cobwebs away, but it was the drive home with my little house guest that  started to shift the fog. We talked about some of the stuff we might do during our time together. We planned a trek into the city on the train.  Talked about school and holidays and a movie Jake had seen recently. And when I thought back on our conversation that night I realised that for the first time in weeks, I’d been truly in the ‘ Moment.’ For two hours my mind hadn’t been racing from one worry to the next. My mind had been focused on my boy, the road and the promise of adventure.

Thursday was hot so logical place to head was our local pool. I did my dog paddle, kick board noodle thing, while Jake and my stepdaughter gave me cheek from the lap lane. I might not be a master in the aquatic scene but I can splash with the best of them and I reckon I gave as good as I got. I’ve been going to the pool a couple of times a week lately to try to unwind. Sometimes it works but at other times it’s felt like I’m just soaking my thoughts rather than washing them away. But thursday was different. Thursday it was fun. Thursday was about the three of us just mucking around. Thursday was a Good day.

On Friday we left my wife at our friend Rose’s  house in Richmond and gave Jake’s new myki a workout. We went into to city on the train to visit the film and television thing at Fed Square. Caught a tram to the museum. Prowled the shops in Swanston Street. Went through the loop just for the hell of it. And for lunch we had sandwiches and a giggle at Flinders Street station.  Through it all I was in the moment. As I  watched my grandson watching the world I glimpsed a bit of a younger me and my heart felt lighter. During my last trip to the city I’d been pondering Australia’s immigration policy, but on this trip all I focussed on was the unfolding adventure of being with my travelling buddy.

We went back into the city on Saturday morning. Jake fancied another train ride and I fancied his ten-year old sense of doing something just for fun. Jake bought a wallet he’d seen in a shop the day before. We listened to a brass band pumping its way down Swanston Street as part of the Australia day celebrations. I sipped on a take away coffee while the boy put his myki into his new ‘ Real leather wallet,’ On the trip home Jake took photo’s through the carriage window. He talked about the laser tag and how he ,’ Couldn’t wait to get there.’ Jake’s eyes were full of excitement. And my tired old mind was having a rest.

Trains, laser tag and wallets made in China, aren’t traditional medicine. But I tell you what my grandson jake sure is!

P.S Thanks to everyone for all the comments and well wishes over the last week. Much love, Baz.

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6 thoughts on “TRAIN THERAPY

  1. Hi Barry,
    Good to see the fog shift. Interestingly, today I watched an interview with The Most Venerable Thich Nhat Hanh, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk, teacher, author, poet and peace activist. He was speaking about being in the now and really living each moment fully, and really appreciating being alive. He spoke with such clarity and insight. Children certainly are powerful reminders of living in the moment. Sounds like Jake was just the tonic you needed.
    Cheers,
    David

  2. You are right Baz, there is nothing like children to shift your focus and hold it. It is fabulous that you enjoyed time spent with Jake – not only is it a fabulous memory for you both to cherish but also serves you as another way of focusing on your abilities.

    I was told the other day of the old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life. (You may have heard it – I hadn’t and really liked it as opposed to thinking about a black dog without a white counterpart.)

    “A fight is going on inside me,” the grandfather said to the boy.

    “It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.” He continued, “The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.”

    The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”

    The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed most”
    Your strength depends on how much we feed them.

    Wishing you more in the moment times!
    Jane

  3. Hi Baz, Family therapy is a wonderful thing. Seeing the world through other’s eyes, especially the young ones makes us remember not to think too much about what we might be doing but just to take it as it comes. It would be nice to have a switch in our brains that we could click off to give us a break.

  4. You took me there Barry. Jon and Sarah have delighted us with a grandson too and though he is 20 months and not really talking, it is so true how in the moment you become! It’s lovely to see the world through their eyes and marvel at a red and black bug! Your writing was a lovely reminder to drag that child within kicking and screaming if need be, to the surface to have some fun!

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