The Tram

I’m standing on the inbound platform at the UMC station as the tram pulls in, and I board. The tram isn’t full, and I find a seat facing forward, not too far from the doors. I notice the quietness of the tram, and we pull away. The next stop changes everything.

I’m in what is the medical area, and the science park. The med students board, taking every vacant seat and filling the vacant standing areas. The next stop allows for more students to board, and the tram is filled with the chatter of the students.

I’ve taken this tram ride multiple times, and this time I stop to notice the voices, the animation with which the students are speaking. Then I look at the physical behavior of the passengers. They are alive with excitement, enthusiasm, and hope, and it is catching. For the first time I’m noticing the vibrant nature of the students.

Something tells me to stop my thinking, and to watch carefully. I listen to that suggestion and I quiet my mind to listen and observe what is happening around me. That 20-minute tram ride altered how I think about others in group settings.

Normally, I avoid groups because it is chaotic, and I can’t hear others well enough to converse with them. I wrote about this in “When Sanctuary Is Offered.” As I’ve sat with this experience the past few months, some things have changed.

Could it be that I opened up to some type of new understanding? Did I rethink the present hearing aids I have? Was it a combination of things? I realized that things needed to change and I took steps, and some risks, to change things. It pays to rethink things: it did!!!

With the new gadgets approved and all mine, I will venture into new situations. With an appointment at the UMC this month, it will be interesting to experience the ride on the tram in a new way.

I’m also having a new doorbell installed in my house. It will use light, and not sound, to let me know that someone is at my door. No more missed doorbells for me! Oh, and it’s covered by the insurance!!! As mentioned in a previous post, I went shopping for a better hearing situation!

I hear the noise of the organics being picked up and pause to think about the winter winds that blew all the leaves in the universe into my front yard space. I think about the storms that put it all there, and the storms that have blown unpleasantness into my life due to disability. I recall the time when I asked Jon to answer the question of the one gift he’d give me if he could. I still feel the same way about my body. Why would I want to change my core self? Yes, it would make some things easier. It would mean that I would not need to deal with people who show frustration at the way I do things: slower than they can do the same thing. I am happy with who I am. I’m proud to advocate for those with disabilities. I’m proud to be me. It isn’t my issue; it’s yours if you can’t deal with me as a disabled person.

Once we’ve taken an inner journey and done our soul work, things change. Going inside is liberating!

This time around, the work I had to do to get to new hearing aids wasn’t as intense as other things I’ve done.

How do you know when you’ve done enough work? My experience is that the things that were hard or difficult become easier to deal with. Doing the work wipes out a level of fear that can be present when confronting the nasty and the unknown. In this phase of things, and when dealing with our lives in new ways, it is important to tack a mental reminder up: one byte at a time. I think this isn’t something we all start out doing at first; it is something we learn our way into.

Taking it slowly and not being overwhelmed by things isn’t something that comes easily for some of us. We labor under the misguided notion that we can take it all on at once. Then getting overwhelmed by the task before us hits us with a grand force of wind. POW! Sometimes anxiety builds, and we stop it all, only to discover that we’re not where we want to be with any of what we’ve dealt with.

Going inside myself enabled me to flesh it all out. This time, I’m navigating a new stretch of the river that I’m surprised I’m on. I suspect it has some new places to tie my boat up to, to leave, and to explore the new interiors I’ll engage with. I suspect that this part of the soul journey will bring new things, people, and joy into my life.

I return to the tram, and as I watch and listen, I realize that I’m learning something about myself that I haven’t been able to admit as I’ve needed to: the isolation of my hearing situation must come to an end. I’m not the widow who is sitting alone on the tram. I am the widow who is claiming the life she knows is out there in new ways. I’ll risk large groups. I now have a tool that will enable me to do just that.

This all happened because I became quiet in what I once viewed as chaos. Had I not done that, I wonder what would have happened. Time to muse on this experience some more.