Help. It’s a deceptively powerful word. Whether or not knowingly, we’ve all supplied it to someone, somewhere, and been in need of it, too. There’s no shame in asking for it – yet to expect more than an unspecified ‘fair share’ is good for no one.
Help can exhibit the best in human nature or be a tool for manipulation of the worst kind – a falsehood to gain trust for an ulterior motive, deceiving someone at their time of most need, sometimes called ‘doing one’s job’ or just as an ego boost. The simplest of criteria seem to pass unobserved in the melee of modern living’s ‘angles’ and ‘perceptions’, blocking the most natural occurrence – the human connect.
Help must address the need. No more, no less, and on an individual basis. It’s not help, otherwise. It could be as simple as sitting silently in a place where you feel safe, perhaps among people with whom you feel safe because you know they care to help if asked, not to hurt or maintain any pretence. You can just be quiet together to allow the weight of thoughts to subside slowly. That can help.
To resolve all of life’s ills would be great but to reduce their effect on us is a help. We pool our individual experience, when needed, and share our different ways of connecting with nature as a way to help ourselves, and this can sometimes help each other, too.
Help can be at its most powerful in its most subtle forms. Being heard, understood, yourself, connected with yourself and with others, can be all it takes for a short while to regain some resolve, perspective and strength. The fresh air, exercise and social elements we enjoy all play their part but what makes our group effective and meaningful comes after we part, feeling better, more able to cope with the world we face because of our own and shared efforts. It helps.