Archive for May, 2025

May 21, 2025

It’s counter-intuitive

by Rod Smith

I know, I know, it’s counter-intuitive

Defining yourself, setting your own personal goals as if you are alone in this world, and getting your focus off others will deepen your levels of connection and intimacy with others.

Authentic intimacy is contingent upon the development of a secure self. To work on your Self – to set goals, to develop and accomplish personal challenges – is not selfish. Not to do so, usually is.

Freeing others of their debts to you — gross or trivial, real or imagined — will increase your freedom or make you free. The resentments we collect poison our vision and taints all our relationships. Our resentments may be specific, targeted at one person or a few people, but the toxins that brew are generic and impact all of our insights and relationships.

All growth requires some loss and will probably illicit some grief no matter how much change is wanted or necessary. Men and women grieve the loss of even the worst of marriages and even the most abusive of circumstances. People become accustomed to the most trying of circumstances and will often grieve quite unexpectedly when those circumstances change.

“Getting a life” outside of your children and “outside” of your marriage is good for you, your children, your spouse, and for your marriage.

As I said, it’s counter-intuitive….

May 20, 2025

Dad dates again at 72……

by Rod Smith

“My father (72) is seeing a woman (68). Both have lost life-long partners after long illnesses. They have been on their own for a year for my dad and about 18 months for her mom. Her daughter and I are friends. Both of us think it is too soon for my dad and her mom to be in a relationship. We have not told them this yet but are planning to. They have picked up that we are not really supportive. How should we approach this?” 

While I think I understand your shared concerns, I would suggest you both get out of their way. 

I find it rather sad to read “they have picked up” that you are “not really supportive.” 

If you want to approach your dad and your friend’s mother with anything, approach them with two huge bowls of flowers (preferably roses) and strong greeting cards which express encouragement and affirmation. 

Be sure the cards are signed by all the members of both families. 

That your parents are dating again is a compliment to their courage after deep losses. 

Support and enjoy what is happening between them and be part of the excitement rather than try to deny or kill it.  

May 14, 2025

Relationship or a game?

by Rod Smith

The Chess Metaphor 

In healthy relationships there are no elements of either winning or losing. Relationships are not a game and are free of tactics and agenda.

They are open and transparent.

Healthy relationships enjoy respect, mutuality, and equality at every level. 

Unfortunately not all relationships are healthy. 

Do your closest relationships have you feeling as if you are a player in a game of chess with humans?

This metaphor may be helpful when considering the three “cancers” or toxic conditions of relationships: 

MANIPULATION 

This is playing chess with another person or with people. It’s maneuvering as if life were an attempt to checkmate others into loving us or into doing what we want the way we want it done. It can be very subtle and it can be very obvious. Hidden agendas abound. 

DOMINATION 

This is playing chess with another person or with people as in manipulation with an added twist. The difference is the one who seeks to dominate has removed the opponent’s pieces without declaring so and therefore seems always to have the upper hand or the advantage. 

INTIMIDATION

This is playing chess with another person or with people where winning and losing comes with the threat of punishment or actual punishment. The punishment may include the silence game, withholding affection or money, or “forgetting” something the victim holds dear. 

May 12, 2025

Clothes for children

by Rod Smith

Very kind people in New Castle, Indiana went shopping and spent a considerable sum on new clothing for children aged 0-12,. It was my joy to deliver half the hoist to Bujumbura, Burundi this week. 

“It’s rare for the children to have new clothes,” said Romy, community coordinator from the campus where I was teaching for the week. 

“The clothes come with much love,” I said, “from New Castle, Indiana.”

In the next few days children in Noepe, Togo, will get the other half of the purchases – again, with love from people in New Castle, Indiana.

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Burundi is not on everyone’s cup of tea but it’s mine.

I love it. 

This morning I had breakfast, two bananas and a bread roll, with the banks of Lake Tanganyika in view. I was on the outskirts of Bujumbura, the Burundi capital..

In my almost immediate foreground there is a community play area, and now, Friday mid-afternoon, scores of children are at play in the beautiful sunshine. They’ve walked home from school to the make-shift neighborhoods. The older children,  those who are about 7 and up, are in their school uniforms. I’m quite accustomed to school uniforms, wore a collar and tie myself for all my 12 years of South African schooling. It’s not their dress code which has my attention, it’s the freedom, the joy, the sheer delight in chase and catch, holding hands, turning in circles until they all fall down which they do more from giggles than anything else. 

Burundi is the poorest nation on Earth but watching these children, I’d suggest the nation may be poor, but this little cross-section is one more proof that wealth and happiness are not cousins, often not even from the same family. 

Deeper in the market areas I’ve seen a series of seven or eight motorcycles parked side-by-side, their riders milling nearby. These men are available for rides near and far, up and down the lake’s coast between Bujumbura and nearby towns. They are poised to take somebody to the hospital, drop a teacher at school, or someone to work. I’m told this is a word-of-mouth informal Uber-of-sorts-station for motorcycles. Prices are negotiated on the spot, cash changes hands, and before you can say “Bujumbura” you’re on the back of the motorcycle skirting potholes and chickens and children and trucks and cars and buses and bicycles, some hauling king-size wooden bed frames, and you’re headed there. Locals wedge a child or two between themselves and the driver and off they go. There’s laughter, there’s fun, there’s friendliness and familiarity as prices are bartered and currency is exchanged, and elderly passengers may need help getting onto the motorcycle and extra room may be found last-minute for an extra child who may arrive and beg a ride.

Conversations with the adult students I have the pleasure of teaching for my week in each location leave me impressed at their knowledge of world events. They are up-to-date on the election of the Pope, what’s going on in wartorn areas of the world, the closest being in DRC just across the lake, and South Sudan. 

Students seem far more aware of world events than I certainly was in my early 20s.

In 24 hours I’m leaving Burundi and heading for a night in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia and then I will head for Lome, Togo. This will be my third teaching week in Togo and it is  also one of my favorite countries. I love the air of European sophistication, an essence of French culture that’s beautifully refreshing. 

Burundi, Togo, almost opposite sides of this vibrant continent seem to possess some things in common. There’s deference to elders, a warm welcome to strangers, interest in the foreigner and to those who cannot speak the local language. 

“There’s room at our table for you” may not be a known axiom in these parts but it is declared loudly and clearly in the poorest countries on earth – and I have been to a few of them.

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May 5, 2025

Flight diverted

by Rod Smith

After landing from Washington DC we — a packed A300 — left Brussels for Bujumbura almost on time.

Under an hour from the capital of Burundi, the captain suspended food service, the last go-round of coffee or tea and soggy bread rolls of the nine hour flight.

The plane had rocked a little here and there, but apparently seeing something only visible on the flight deck, the captain told the flight attendants to take their seats. A few weightless moments followed which got the passengers a little unsettled – think roller-coaster at Kings Island – but when the plane jolted and an overhead bin or two opened and some guy heading from the restroom lost balance and fell into a row of seated passengers as we swayed side-to-side and dipped here and there the spread of anxiety was palpable.

It was soon over and really wasn’t too intense of a storm. I’d already given the turbulence 4 out 10, maybe 5, on my turbulence scale and so I was quite surprised when the pilot announced we’d be ditching – my word not his – our scheduled landing in Bujumbura (my destination) and head for Entebbe, Uganda, to get a minor repair to the damage the aircraft’s systems was reporting.

“Flight attendants prepare for landing,” he said next, and we almost did.

I am unsure if the wheels touched ground or not but when the captain or someone in the tower changed our plans and the Airbus accelerated and expedited a sharp upwards turn the force pushing us into our seats was jolly impressive. The dignified long-haul people-carrier showed off a little, more than flexed a muscle.

“The change in plans to land had nothing to do with the storm damage,” the captain said, “it was cross winds. We are going to another runway. Different angle. We will be on the ground in a few minutes.”

It’s quite common in many parts of the word for passengers to applaud when a plane touches ground.

This time it was thunderous.

The nick on the windshield, I later heard about what was damaged, grounded the Brussels-bound outgoing flight and so we were all ferried with our baggage to The Imperial Beach Resort.

This is my second night in this gorgeous
Ugandan resort.

The food is wonderful.

All is well.

The airline is picking up the tab.

I”d much rather be teaching in Bujumbura.

Tomorrow’s another day.

I guess it was more than a nick……!
May 3, 2025

Some families…..

by Rod Smith

You’ve got the love families……

Some select a victim, a scapegoat, to shoulder all the woes that have little or nothing to do with the chosen one. Some families choose a hero to make themselves feel better, recognized, even famous. 

Some families walk in lockstep without questioning direction or pace or destination.  In some families people run in so many directions it’s hard to identify who may or may not belong. 

Some parents have a plan for just about everything. They regard childhood as a walk through stages of training and preparation for adulthood. Some children just get older.

Some families have fun and enjoy laughter and honor each other’s humor. They listen to each other’s jokes and stories be they often repeated. Some families settle for scoffing and sarcasm as if putting each other down is the only expression of “humor” they know.

Some families talk about everything where no topic is taboo and there are usually willing listeners.  Some families have long understood and avoided the landmine material beneath the surface and know how to always avoid it.

Some families (unknowingly) appoint a spokesperson to manage the family story. Some decide no one will ever hear it — not even those in the family.

FYI: I’m in Bujumbura this week…..
May 1, 2025

Experts

by Rod Smith

I challenge my adult clients to focus only on their own behavior and their own thinking. 

Many conversations reveal people to be experts in what their significant others will, won’t do, or will or won’t say under a myriad of circumstances then offer a blank stare when asked about their own behaviors. This unhealthy focus on others leads to thinking for others, too. 

And, it can all look and sound so loving.

I encourage a shift in discipline – to become an expert in one’s own behavior and to think for oneself or to get out of other people’s heads. 

This is not selfish. 

Consider how selfish it really is to focus on the behavior of others and to think it is necessary to think for others. Consider how self-aware and considerate it is to monitor our own behavior and to trust others to be capable of thinking for themselves.

Being an expert in another can be annoying. 

Thinking for another can be quite amusing.

“You are hungry. You need the loo. You are always so difficult. You must be cold, wear this,” I heard one spouse say to another. 

Then she’ll complain he has no life in him.