The Island of Misfit Toys, A Christmas Me.

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Merry Christmas! No matter what your spiritual beliefs are, I am sending you Love and Cheer. I placed a link so those who are far, or did not grow up with this film, you will have an understanding of The Island of Misfit Toys.

I cannot tell you how many times people have told me, “You are different” The description can be interpreted in many ways, some positive, or in a not so nice way. In the past I took it to mean more on the not positive side. This last year has been a challenge, both physically and mentally and it forced me to look inward more than I ever have in my life. I came to the conclusion that I have been a square peg trying to fit into a round world. We all know if you take a hammer and hit the peg with force it will go into the round hole, but it will probably splinter into many pieces at the same time. I know I cannot be sent into a cubicle in an office to work. My sister would complain about this, “Why can’t you be normal like other people and just do it?” To me, it is not normal for humans should be placed in a container. One job I was training for I lost during my probation, I could not remember to swipe the tag attached to me by a cord into the time card machine. I completely frustrated the Human Relations Department, and for people who are about relations, they were not very kind about the situation. I admit I am different, last time I was pulled over for speeding; I accepted responsibility for my error and thanked the police officer, who does that! I hate plastic shopping bags and always bring my canvas ones; if I forget them and I am in line, I will run out to the car and bring them in to be used. I park my car on the top-level of the parking garage there are many reasons to do this, first there is less chance of a door ding, secondly I am next to the elevator, thirdly, it is safer. Who goes to live in a Navajo Hogan (home) made of sand and logs, with a dirt floor, no running water or electricity, I do!

Last week in a conversation The Island of Misfit Toys came up. Afterwards I thought about the toys, they were so endearing you could not help not to love them. Who did not smile because the train had square wheels, or by the spotted elephant, what about the bird that could not fly however it could swim? I am broken too! There are some parts that are worn and my arm cannot wind around like it used to. This year I accepted being “different” I no longer view the trait in a negative way, in fact I embrace it! Now I can even thank the person whom acknowledges my unique character. I am happy to be part of the family that makes up The Island of Misfit Toys; it is my Christmas present to my Self.

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2 responses »

  1. Hey Desert,
    I can totally relate.

    I’m 33, and have felt out of place since first grade.
    I have three small children (6, 5, and 2) and I have to say, things are harder and more confusing than ever. Until now.

    What (besides getting away from the inevitable’hum’) drew you to living in a Hogan?

    Your post intrigues me, as it resonates with the “other” me, the one that wants to unplug the fish tank, appliances, clocks, etc at night, so my tenitis is my only background noise.

    Buuuuuut, life doesn’t let us drag our four other ‘normal’ family members along on our journey to self realization/listening to your instincts, so I have resorted to simply doing what I can.

  2. Living in a Hogan was a transition for me, I was a camping tour guide and had been on the road for almost 6 months, Monument Valley was one of the stops. I was intrigued by the culture, and the landscape as it was immense, open and there was also spiritual draw, it was Shangrila for me. I was invited by a Navajo tour company to do jeep tours. I did not envision living in a Hogan, what I did not realize there were no rentals, families lived communally, this hogan was used for ceremonies and tours, it was a place where I could be alone. It was somewhat of a local joke that I did this and many did not believe I could survive, my camping experience gave me the skills I would need. Trust me, there were many times the situations I faced were less than ideal, and I can laugh at them now, not then, My most vivid and fond memories, the sound and smell of a cedar wood fire, opening the front door at night and to be under a sky filled with stars. Watering a dirt floor to keep the home cooler in the summer, the quiet, the solitude, the conversations. many times I think of those days I cherish them,

    I had to smile about unplugging the fish tank, mine makes the sound of a small creek, and laugh thinking I have a cord plugged into the wall to create this sound you would expect to hear in a forest. With that said, you can still go on the journey. A weekend camping or renting a rustic cabin, and enjoying the earth. No electronic gear allowed, cell phones, iPods, games, TV… Just your family, and the real world. You can take the opportunity to teach your children to listen… the sound of wind in pine trees, the sound of birds, the feel of walking on forest duff.

    Who can really say what “normal” is… Being attached to our phones? Not being able to run without ear buds? Walk a mile to a store instead of driving? 24 hours without TV?

    Thank you for reading my Blog and commenting, it is an honor.

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