When I was in junior high our school mascot was a warrior. Ironically, my children go to a different middle school and their mascot is also a warrior. A warrior has a significant meaning in our native culture and is often thought of as “fighting the good fight”, heroic acts and bravery. Who wouldn’t want to emulate a noble soldier when faced with fierce competition?
I live in a society that values a good fight. We like to support the underdog and cheer for the little guy. In the fervor of the moment, it’s easy to forget sometimes all of the preparation that precedes the battle. Every warrior spends a minimum amount of time sharpening his blade and spends the majority on planning for the rest of the community. They store up supplies, train others, and most importantly, lay the groundwork for communication.
Definition: communication (noun) kə mju ni’kei ʃn 1. Exchange of information; the exchange of information between people e.g. by means of speaking ,writing or using a common system of signs or behavior. 2. Message; a spoke or written message. 3. Act of communication; the communicating of information.
Etymology of communication: late 14c., from Old French comunicacion (14c., Modern French communication), from Latin communicationem (nominative communicatio), noun of action from past participle stem of communicare ”to share, divide out; communicate, impart, inform; join, unite, participate in,” literally “to make common,” from communis (from etymonline.com)
I’m a part of many different communities. There’s my family, my neighborhood, my church, my workplace, social organizations and a bunch of others. I had a beautiful warrior moment this last week in one of those communities. I had been fighting what I thought was a good fight; standing my ground, praying for strength and patiently listening for answers. But I had been going into battle unprepared. I didn’t do the work a good warrior should do. A few days ago the battle field was completely leveled with one simple conversation. We “made common”. This person sought to understand my perspective. I reached out and laid down my weapon long enough to hear them out. Here I am on my self-proclaimed year of mindfulness and I was thinking much more about how this person “wronged” me instead of thinking of what or who I was fighting for.
To call it a healing would be a tremendous understatement. That simple act of communication was a miracle. I’m so grateful for the second chance and I’m looking forward to a different and decidedly more positive communion with this individual. What a blessing!