Jumping out the window

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Jumping out the window, its the alternative way to get out of the house, or in. Whether its a closed and locked door, or too dangerous of a door to be seen using, the window is the next, and usually only other option. Then, metaphorically speaking, maybe the door is just too predictable for you? The window is more effort, with risk of falling, but the chance to fly. The door isn’t going to give you that thrill is it?
I have been thinking about the “when a door closes, a window is open” saying, and my added thought to that is what I said above. Often the window is big risk, it may be on the ground floor, or perhaps its the third floor up. You study the drop, assessing worst case scenarios, how you could cushion your fall, and maybe bang on the door to get back in to your original spot, inside.
The window is often the only option that will give you the possibility to fly.
Alternative living is jumping out windows, and living a life that is sometimes as precarious as walking on air, up in the clouds. Your not sure how you can get there, nothing is solid beneath your feet, everything is completely new, and you go up and down in emotions. One minute your excited, as high as the clouds, then next your bogged down in doubts or difficulties that arise! Its not until that new alternative life becomes your new normal that things start to die down on the emotional roll coaster ride.
Life (to you) then feels normal at this new level, even if everyone else still thinks your life is super weird/adventurous/different. I have learnt so far that just when I think I can’t take anymore, I go even deeper into it. I pass the next barrier, and its no longer a stress for me in the way it used to be, so I then go on to take up more. I have pushed myself through so many seemingly impossible situations, to then go on and do something even more seemingly impossible.
At times I feel I have got on to such a roll, that nothing is impossible for me.
Then at other times I think, I’m going to crash, and burn so bad, very soon.
I’m very rarely in between the two of these thoughts.

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(Photograph from Museum & Art Gallery of Northern Territory)

I read Bertha Strehlow’s story first a few years ago when I was visiting Central Australia. She embarked on a 2000km journey through the Central Australian desert in the 1930’s. Her and her husband rode camels. They were newlyweds and her husband was an anthropologist and linguist. She suffered a miscarriage that nearly killed her in the remote desert, due to heavy bleeding. Australian Aboriginal women came to her aid and saved her with their traditional knowledge. She had three other miscarriages in the first four years of marriage. Below is a picture of her strapped to a camel, while she recovers from her near death experience, a smile still on her face.
I love the photograph of her holding the joey kangaroo, that’s probably what I would be happy doing too.

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(Photograph from Museum & Art Gallery of Northern Territory).

 


The Berlin Wall. There are a series of incredible pictures taken of escapes, many from the early days, when windows had not been closed up yet, and buildings backed straight onto the boundary. Berlin was quite literally split in half overnight, and over the days of confusion following, the rest of East Germany was cut off from Western Germany and the Western World. This wall would remain for decades to come, beginning in 1961, and lasting till my birthday, in November, 1989.
In amongst the disbelief and confusion in the early days, before the wall became fortified and difficult to penetrate, some people seized their opportunity. Many people quite literally jumped out windows, at risk of being shot dead, to get into the West, out of extreme communist control. Some jumped from great heights, some took belongings, some took nothing but the shirt on their back. They saw an opportunity, they didn’t wait, they jumped for it. As the days went on there was less and less opportunity for anyone to escape. The buildings backing on to boundaries were patrolled and closed up, or demolished. A new “death zone” was cleared around the wall everywhere, to ensure clear vision, and aim, of anyone trying to get to the West.
Lets move from reality to fantasy. In the fourth book of the Chronicles of Narnia, Prince Caspian, we see the character Lucy expected to follow her faith in Aslan despite no one believing her, and her directions to appear ridiculous. She is the only one who sees Aslan appear before them, showing them the way through the forest to where the Narnians are awaiting there help. She can’t understand why no one else sees, but the message is clearly that they are trying to do everything in their own power and strength, and have forgotten to follow their faith.
They stand at a steep drop off, where a bridge used to be hundreds of years ago, when they were originally in Narnia, it has now crumbled into the raging waters beneath. The logical way is to walk a long way back, wasting more time, to get to a place where they can cross the gorge, cause there is clearly no way forward here. But Aslan shows Lucy to come forward, to continue. No one believes her, so they start the long walk back, very soon to head into a newly made fort by their enemies and clash with them.
After they escape with their lives from the fort, they decide to try Lucy’s idea, and go back to the drop off. They find a new pathway down the side of the gorge and manage to get across. Aslan calls Lucy’s name at night and she alone gets to meet with him before anyone else, he confronts her on why she didn’t come alone in the first place, when he called her. She replied that she was too afraid to go on her own.
Throughout the book we see the characters struggle to live in faith, and try to do things in there own strength, with dire consequence and costs. They eventually learn, and begin to use more creative strategies to overcome their enemies. And as they act out of faith, they see Aslan, and he joins with them to attain victory.

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There is no time to waste! We risk missing so much if we don’t live in a way that is faith driven. Will we forever wait inside, looking out at the possibilities but never going there ourselves. Will we keep looking at the possible drop, instead of the horizon before us? Yes it requires you to be a little afraid, and to be quite a bit uncomfortable, but you will never know the feeling of air beneath your wings if you don’t at least try.
When a door (or two) closes, a window opens, and you get a chance to fly!
If it seems impossible, it doesn’t matter, that’s sometimes the exact the sign your after. When my husband and I started fulltime university, I printed out all these inspirational quotes. I offered to put some up above his desk, he said they were all lame except for one.
“If your dreams don’t scare you, they aren’t big enough”.
How much we have found this to be true in our own lives. I have had clinical depression for most of the last 9 years, I am an unbelievable stressor.The voices that come up against me say things like this… and sometimes the voices are people you know and love.

“You can’t handle it”
“Maybe you need to quit for now”
“Remember last time you tried to do something, you couldn’t finish it.”
“That’s enough now, don’t push too hard or you’ll tire yourself.”
“Your too emotional”
STOP IT.
Its time to do what you were made to do. It only takes one step off the ledge, and your out of the comfort zone, out in the wild, living in faith.
The Wilderness is Calling you! This blog wasn’t created with this title for nothing. GET OUT THERE GIRL!
Stand alone. Get scared, but don’t back down. Speak up.
The world is waiting for you.

 

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