What a Cartoon Character Taught Me About Temptations

Back in 1971, a beloved comic strip character named Pogo uttered a statement about human nature that’s still repeated to this day.

On Earth Day of that year, the cartoon showed Pogo, who was an opossum, walking through a forest with his friend, Porkypine. Porkypine tells Pogo that the beauty of the primeval forest touches his heart. Pogo, who is walking somewhat gingerly on his tip-toes, replies, “It gets me in the toes!”

It’s the next panel of the cartoon that holds the famous line.

Porkypine and Pogo are resting at the base of a tree overlooking a meadow that’s become a vast junkyard, full of cans, broken bottles, rusting cars, papers, dead appliances, tires. Not a living thing can be seen. Porkypine agrees with Pogo saying, “It is hard walkin’ on this stuff.” Then comes Pogo’s famous line:

“Yep, son. We have met the enemy and he is us.”

The truth of that is certainly clear to us when we decide to clean up a bit of the junk that’s littering our own inner landscapes by ditching a habit that we no longer want in our lives. The part of ourselves that’s the enemy appears as a Temptation.

Temptation is a sneaky guy, wily as can be. But here are three tactics you can use to defeat him.

1. Blow Him Away

Temptation is an alert telling you to pay attention, that an arch enemy has entered the scene.

As soon as you notice it, imagine a mighty invisible shield falling between you and the temptation. This shield has the magical ability to stop time long enough for you to remember your intention to go in a different direction now.

As you create this mental scene, take a slow, full breath through your nose. Then sniff in a quick “topper” breath, to fill your lungs completely. Next, purse your lips and blow out vigorously as if you were trying to extinguish a whole bunch of candles on a cake. (Maybe it’s a birthday cake for a new, improved you!) Imagine the air blowing the temptation completely away.

If it’s a cantankerous temptation, you may have to blow a few times. But it will bring you calm and control.

2. Kill Him with Kindness

Know your enemy. Think about what tactics he uses to defeat you. You’ve fought this battle before and succumbed to temptation’s trickery. Remember that everything he tells you is a deceptive snare woven of illusions designed to draw you in. The goods he delivers bring temporary gains, but spell your defeat once the moment’s satisfaction has passed.

Catch him in the act, and calmly decline his offer. “I see what you’re doing there. No thanks.”

Being cordial to your enemy disarms him. And you can thank him because this habit he’s tempting you to continue probably served some purpose in the past. You don’t have to remember what it was. You just feel like moving on, that’s all.

He might continue his antics; he knows he’s won before. Get the best of him by smiling as you turn down his offer again. Actually smile. A big, contented smile. And keep on repeating “No thanks. I have other things to do.”

3. Call in the Reserves

Enlist a friend to remind you that you are a powerful being, capable of refusing anything that stands in the way of your being who you intend to be now. Tell your friend what you’re practicing leaving behind, and what you plan to do with the resources that leaving it opens up for you. Tell him that you could use his encouragement while you take your first steps down this new path.

Or make up an invisible warrior to stand at your side if you like, to reinforce you when temptation threatens. “You can do this” he says, grinning at you.

Remember, “What you practice you get good at.” That’s just the way it works.

So choose to practice being free to be the best that you can be. And keep on keeping on. Because the other side of what Pogo said is that we are also our own best friends.

Wishing you a week of victories!

Warmly,
Susan

Image by Denis Doukhan from Pixabay

The Season of the Oaks

Patiently they wait, holding their green
while the beeches and sassafras
open the show. They watch
the maples and their neighbors
paint the hills with their yellows,
their burgundies, golds, and crimsons.
Then the rain comes, washing
all but shreds of color to the ground.
And just when you think
that autumn has spent her glory,
you wake to find that the oaks
have stepped onto the stage
to dance the grand finale
of autumn’s wondrous show.

Laughing with Trees

Suddenly a high wind blew in from the west
and I stood there, dizzy with delight,
as the trees sent bushels of leaves
tumbling on the rushing air and twirling
all around me.
It was grand.
And the trees and I laughed.

The Last Hurrah

Before the colors are swallowed up
by winter’s quiet dreams, let us
give you one more sweep of hues
to carry you through the colorless cold.
Tuck these bold flags into the corners
of your mind. Wave them on nights
when the wind howls, when snow
pulls its white blankets over your fields.
Let them warm you with their bright songs
and encourage you when the days
seem bleak and endless. Let them whisper
to you that winter is but a pulling back
of the Archer’s bow so that, come spring,
new songs may rise, and joy, renewed,
may fill your soul.

Praise

“Yes,” I said, as I came upon them,
their arms stretched toward the light
as if in joyful praise,
“That’s how I feel, too.”

The Golden Maple’s Song

You are the essence of gaiety and delight.
To stand inside your citron arms
is to banish every residue of sadness
and every wish for something other than
this golden, shimmering now.
Your lemon-lime leaves sing the music
that my heart has so longed to hear.
And I dance to you, oh great one,
with my heart dancing to your song.

The Why of It

You can tell me the how of it all that you want,
explaining the way the light rays bend
around the curvature of the earth,
and how their travel through the atmosphere
produces all these colors. It doesn’t change things
or answer the why. There didn’t have to be beauty.
But here it is, glowing, and touching our souls.
I say it is a gift, a love note from the Yes,
just because.


The Rhythm of Earth’s Breathing

First comes spring, the great out-breathing
of the winter’s dreams. Then
summer, the inhalation of light
to feed and grow them. Now,
autumn, and the out-breath of
the earth, carrying its completed
forms until the winter rest,
the deep inhalation, in whose
darkness earth conceives new dreams.

When Life Crashes Around You

It took only minutes for the accident to unfold. But after it, everything my friend Holly and her husband had known as their life had irrevocably changed. He was okay, but first responders had to help him crawl out of his totaled truck.

At first, there was the shock of it, and then the clearing of debris, the assessment of damage and of what was left. It’s no easy task to figure out what to do with a seriously altered reality. I watched to see how my friends would cope.

 “It’s another pit in the road, for sure,” Holly said. “But we have shovels.” Those words were enough to assure me that they would find their way. What she was telling me was, “We can cope. We can do this. We have been through trials before.“

Believing in yourself, in your strengths and your resilience, is the first step in moving forward.

“This is My Life Now”

A couple years ago, a storm demolished much of another friend’s farm. As she worked to adapt to her altered world, she kept repeating to herself, “This is my life now.”

The life she had been living was gone. But her mantra helped her to see, first of all, that her life was still hers, however changed.

Repeating “This is my life now” let her see its changes from a fresh perspective. Instead of surrendering to the situation in hopeless resignation, she realized this altered life was hers to live and welcome, whatever it might hold. She was free to do with it whatever she chose, and she chose to live it as creatively as she could and to uncover all the possibilities it presented.

In the Face of the Unknown

Life can slam the door on our familiar lives at any moment. It brings devastating weather, accidents, illness, loss, betrayal, wrecked plans. But it’s never what happens to us that counts; it’s how we respond to what happens that matters.

We learn things about ourselves from our trials, about what truly matters to us, about our capabilities and values, about the depth of our faith.

Nevertheless, the shock of sudden and unexpected change can be painful. That’s when it’s important to remember that HOPE stands for “Hang On, Pain Ends.”

As the pain of shock lessens, we begin to adapt to our altered reality. We pick up the pieces. We learn to pace ourselves, to conserve our energy, to look for resources, and helpers, and ideas. We learn to be patient; recovery takes time.

The fact is life goes on – even when we wish it didn’t. The direction it goes depends, to a very large extent, to how open we are to seeing that every setback, every obstacle opens the door to new possibilities. The key is to look for what’s good, to draw on our resilience and ingenuity, and to keep on keeping on.

We get to decide who we want to be in the face of the unknown. We can see ourselves as victims or victors, to be overcome by our circumstances or to be one who overcomes them and turns them to good. We can fall into the pit in the road or remember that we have shovels.

Wake up saying, “This is my life now,” and welcome it for all the potential it holds. Then do your best, moment by moment, to squeeze all the juice from the day that you can. Life’s a crazy place. But it holds as much joy as sorrow. Be brave and bold. Dare to claim life’s goodness and beauty. Every day that you get through has its gifts. Every day you’re alive, you’re a winner.

Wishing you courage and peace.

Warmly,
Susan

Photo, property of author’s friend

To Walk in This Gold

This. To walk in this gold feels a privilege.
To hear the crunch of the brush
beneath my boots and the whispering
of the breeze through the dry dancing leaves,
to watch the hawk soar and heaped clouds
sail the endless blue, and crimson leaves
twirling down from the trees as if their fall
were part of some grand ballet.
This. Every miraculous detail. Such a gift.
Such a priceless gift.