Enduring like an Antarctic Explorer

I’m late to the chat. The book Endurance, by Alfred Lansing, about Shackelton’s Antarctic crossing rose to popularity early on in our days overseas. Guys primarily read the book and gleaned all kinds of significant lessons for leadership and life. I started it once and then didn’t finish it.

When my son gave me the book as a gift, it confused me but I tried to hide it. He didn’t seem interested in the book personally. It just seemed like an unlikely book to gift a mid–40’s…ok late 40’s… mom by a teenage son. I put it all together at book club yesterday as we reminded each other of upcoming books. Endurance is a fall book club selection! I’d put it on my Amazon wish list.

I finished it a week ago. It’s a good book to read when it gets hot outside–just a little tip from the south. Really, where I am, you could read it anytime but if it’s cold and dark in the winter in, say, Alaska, and you tend towards depression. Just wait and read it in the summer.

a cold photo of the Grand Canyon

If you’re ever read Unbroken, Endurance pairs nicely. About a quarter of the way into the book you figure out you’re just going to be here for a while–in an impossible and lengthy stretch of circumstances most people avoid. And then it just goes on and on and on. Spoiler alert–everyone survives mostly intact but you should know that because of the early 2000’s and that Shackelteon’s journey happened over 100 years ago.

Knowing how it ends kept me going. I wanted to know how the author would describe the point where the Shackelton party was rescued or found help. They spent two years of their life where on the daily, their survival hung in the balance. When help came, what would they do?

Several times the happiness of the men struck me as I followed their journey of survival. Tight quarters, meager rations, bitter cold, darkness, danger all plagued their group but they enjoyed each other in ways humanity longs to connect. Not all the time, but they made life full as best they could with what they had. The simplicity of life in their circumstances seemed also to aid this joy, this living in the moment with what they saw before them.

It resonates with me as I think about some of the hardest seasons of life. The days when our apartments hovered close to freezing in Asia because of power brownouts and we traipsed over to friends whose brown out day differed from ours. The times when getting kids to a doctor involved 3 flights of stairs, strollers, taxis, trains filling an entire day and even then I had to translate the drug flyer and write an email to a pharmacist in the US to confirm dosages. Something about physically difficult things in life binds community together and I got to experience that in crossing cultures living abroad.

As hard or even harder is to experience trials that exist in ambiguity, undefined and sometimes invisible to others. Establishing the needed camaraderie to go through those hard times is essential but often more illusive. The dangers of an arctic floe are without, not within and the crisis are in tandem and aligned. In contrast, the endurance necessary for trials like grief is unique to each in its coming and going, and not visible to the naked eye.

And yet, reading a book like Endurance inspires awe and raises my soul to believe that God can enable people to endure far beyond our imaginations and that a key to that endurance is community. The people around us, even the difficult people, inform our ability to keep going when keeping going seems impossible.

I laughed when I realized I’d already completed our book club selection. I’m curious to how our group of middle and older women will talk about Shackelton and his great adventure. I don’t expect us to hammer down into how we will lead like Shackelton but women endure so much.

I’m sure we will hear some good endurance stories from each other!

Puzzling Pieces

Some people begin puzzles in the middle but that is wrong. True puzzlers know you begin with the edge pieces. My teammate’s 6 year old daughter believes that is baloney and starts with the middle….

Children are so funny.

My husband gave his mom a puzzle last year for her 80th birthday. One thousand pieces, pretty picture, and a good brand of puzzle. What a nice gift, right?

She called a couple months later and expressed her deep frustration with the puzzle. The wording was hard to read and fuzzy. It’s a world map but an old one so many names are different now. She was on the final push to be done and was very ready to finish. When she completed it, she took a photo, printed it and sent it along with the puzzle and a note, “good luck!!!”

The note contained strong tones of sarcasm.

I began the puzzle last Sunday and I empathize with her frustration! Not only is all she said true but more! The map is in two hemispheres so there are quite a few places it says Pacific, Atlantic, and Arctic! Not only that but many pieces have fragments of the words “sea” and “ocean” on a nice, light blue background.

It’s a nightmare, really.

But puzzling this week got me thinking about most all conundrums in life and the life lessons it reveals along the way.

Read the following with an understanding that I am feeling a bit, well, funny.

Puzzling Pieces

With box set prominently on the table, the first thing one must do is flip all the pieces over, picture side up of course.

Let me take a moment and add another terrible thing about this puzzle is that the picture on the box is fuzzy! No one side of the box has the puzzle pictured in its entirety or even very clearly!

And isn’t life just like that, we do not know what it will exactly look like but following even a hazy example takes us far further than going it on our own.

The next step is finding all the edge pieces. Contrary to some opinions, this is the correct way to build a puzzle. Finding all the outside pieces is like defining the edges of the problem, figuring out where the boundaries lie. A problem undefined will remain unsolved. A life with no purpose will not be lived to the full.

After finding the edges, stand back and celebrate this wonderful achievement. Perhaps bring a family member or 5 to admire your work. Celebration is crucial in life. Stepping back and seeing all you have accomplished from time to time prevents us from becoming discouraged. It can also set us back on track if our life is stalled out.

Now that the edges are finished and appropriately admired, then move on to a portion that is distinctive. This will aid in finding useful pieces in a pile of 1000 unorganized fragments, much like reaching for easy to agree upon commonalities to a perplexing problem. Maybe this pertains to life direction. If you find that you clearly enjoy math, double down on math, my sister!

But, by all means, don’t start trying to put together the ocean at this point. I tried, and it was hard. Like with any problem, working in the nebulous blue-ish areas too early is only going to increase confusion and make one want to launch all the hard work across the room. It takes faith to know that as you put things together, even the hardest problems may become easier to piece together.

Questions like “who will I marry?” or “how will I face the troubles that life will throw at me?” come together along the way of living the life we have in the present tense. When it’s time to tackle the ocean, we must trust we will have what we need.

Instead of tackling the depths of the ocean prematurely, look for a thread of commonality, like the equator! I pieced the equator together next and spent a happy hour finding barb-wire type lines. My frustration and despair dissipated.

Like any plumb line, or equator, truth grounds us and helps us lay the foundation for further growth.

But then I faced a frustration, I had all these random ocean pieces with fragments of ocean words in the places where oceans would one day be! Alas, the ocean was still a swirling, chaotic mass of intimidation. So, I boldly lifted all the ocean pieces and put them back in gen pop.

Sniff, sniff.

Sometimes, solving a conundrum means you must backtrack, abandoning one effort and knowing you must redo work in the future that ended up failing the first time. Refer to my earlier word about how the depths of the oceans will begin to take care of themselves as we piece other things together.

After abandoning the depths of the ocean, we began working on continents. We! My oldest son now joined my efforts! He is a great puzzler with just the right amount of dedicated focus to really get stuff done. With his help we really got going.

I must mention I also received wonderful help from other members of my family from the beginning, when their help waned, my son was a great boon to my efforts and mood.

Which is another life lesson that can be gained in puzzling, combining forces has many benefits beyond just finishing faster. We enjoyed celebrating each other’s victories and praising the double tap that must accompany a piece well placed. Going through life or solving complex problems is not done best on one’s own, it is too lonely and discouraging.

Though there is pride to be had in completing a difficult puzzle on one’s own all the way to the last double tap, it is far more enjoyable to share in the experience together.

The time is now ticking, the puzzle must be complete by Tuesday at 6pm when my table needs to seat people instead of cardboard. We are close and we will succeed.

Then we will celebrate and feel the satisfaction of our achievement together…the last double tap must always be in the company of ones mates…

…and then we will sweep it all into the box again.

And so it is that life has a strong thread of futility. Why do a puzzle at all? Why live? Why try? If we’re just going to sweep it back into the box?

The thought that comes to mind is that when we puzzle we push the boundaries of our own creation, our identity, all the beautiful that is designed into us…just like when we put ourselves out there to live the life God intended for us.

It’s worth it and not just because of the here and now, but because what we do here echoes in eternity as well.

Who knew that puzzles could illicit such grand, eternal thoughts?!