43. Cup of Tea

Thin, wavy stalks of Galleta grass sway back and forth with the breeze. It’s chilly out – the first winter storm is headed our way. Mountain ranges on the western horizon – socked in, sky above overcast. Somehow, I identify with cold wind and gray sky – it strikes a despondent chord in me. I hike on – somewhat absorbed by the melancholy. At home, I might distract myself away from the mood by staying busy – organizing, cleaning, making lists, scheduling projects, and whatever I come up with on the fly to distract from the unsettling mood.

Moody Sky
Moody Monument Sky
Moody Sky
Moody Sky

On the trail and in the elements, it’s difficult to avoid today’s mood – I settle into the sad, lonesome feeling. The saturated gray rests on my shoulders and I allow it for the moment. I wonder about the mood – Where did it come from and what’s it about? What do I need? Do I need consoling, maybe a cup of tea when I return home, or a cozy talk with a good friend? Handling emotion in this way is new to me. Normally, with uncomfortable emotion, I latch on to busy-ness and sweep the uncomfortable emotion under the proverbial rug. But today, I pause and become conscious of the emotion. I allow it to just be. Soon, the uncomfortable emotion feels less ominous – a little more tolerable.

On the lower flank, I turn around to look at the valley and then up at the sky. No Colorado blue sky to console me, today. I must rely on internal resources, so I remember American Psychologist, Tara Brach (meditation teacher and podcaster) who speaks of Attending and Befriending our emotions and RAIN – Recognizing, Allowing, Investigating, and Nurturing.

Monument Mood
Monument Mood
Nature Therapy
More Moody Sky

I’ve learned that sweeping my emotions under the rug hasn’t work out so well. The unresolved emotion grows bigger, gets a mind of its own, and comes out when least expected. Yikes! So, I’ve adopted a new way to manage emotion. I’ve already recognized and allowed my mood. Next, I investigate – Where do I sense the melancholy in my body? Is there a shape, color, temperature, or texture to the emotion? I remember to be gentle with myself, knowing that shaming self for being sad will only complicate the situation. Patience and compassion, I tell myself.

I begin the descent, back towards home, down the rocky trail. I pass yucca plants with spindly stocks that support dried out pods and junipers dotted with periwinkle-colored berries. Finally, I remember the last step: nurturing. What does my melancholy need in this moment? What do I need in this moment? I head home, and debate whether I need a warm friend or a warm cup of tea – I argue, Why not both?

Desert Plant
Nurturing Plant

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Lisa

Based in Grand Junction, Colorado, as a trauma therapist, Lisa Lesperance Kautsky, MA, LPC, provides individual therapy to adults working through anxiety, panic, trauma, and codependency issues in the state of Colorado. Lisa is certified in Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing or EMDR and is currently working towards certification in Internal Family Systems (IFS). Additionally, Lisa is an advocate of Nature Therapy and creates Red Bike Blog promoting mental health wellness as shown through nature's wisdom.