‘Stubborn’ – the realisation that we name and label to help describe what we see in the behaviours around us. So what does it say when we express something or someone as ‘stubborn’? And what light does it shed?
We engaged some interesting discussion around the feelings that arise from the use of the word stubborn. We looked at how we use the word, and how by determining what is behind the action or the reasons for them, whether it is actually accurate to call it ‘stubborn’.
Then of course, there was the talk around, what defines something as stubborn? Is it about the actual behaviour, or is it about our attitude about the behaviour that shapes the ‘naming of it’?
Anyway, it gave us lots to ponder. What does it bring up for you?
We hope you enjoy the diversity in the way these expressions arrived.
Feel free to comment or pass on for others to experience these short journeys.
The next week’s word is ‘artificial’
Hope to see you there.
Walking down from my home Along well-trodden dusty tracks Crossing dried out creek beds That long for spitting raindrops To fill their salty cracks Brittle saltbushes cling To soil weathered red. On arrival at the Post office That serves as the general store I seek shelter in the shadow On the southern facing wall A Saturday morning vigil I keep to meet my friend. Flour, salt, drum tobacco and papers His packs of Bex powders His rations for the week ahead. He keeps his own time Arriving on his Chestnut Quarter horse he’s bred He’s a boundary rider For a local sheep station spread
At no promised hour Just when he arrives Our greetings never more Than a few polite words Mine “Hugger” His “Mate” As he descends From his saddle Hands me the reins I do my usual act And pat the horses’ mane I’m ten years old I’m totally chuffed Then I hear then see Skeeter Johnston And his gang Have decided this week To turn up To play being tough As usual they try To give me a hard time I take pride In my ability To ignore their stupidity I keep patting the horse neck Feeling good within myself Hugger appears on the steps And surveys a common sight Showing distain with his eyes He mounts his horse Leans down and smiles And takes the reins From my childish hands To cries of “Hugger the Bugger” They chase his trotting horse Throwing stones at his parting back He leaves the town at a gallop To a “Humpy” I have never been Somewhere out beyond The airport south In a land to far For my childish exploits To reach and discover His home in the scrub. I never did find out Who or why he lived In such a nomadic way I never knew at ten That some men Sought solitude Above the need for normality Perhaps he was just too stubborn To set in his way to make friends.
Come on Ned time for your walk Lead on, down to the park To have a run and a bit of a lark Joe is so good to me
This way Ned – No! I will not I’m going my way, so I just stop Digging in my paws, not budging Till Joe follows my trail
Off we go, there’s Molly She greets me with a bark and a frolic She sure is fit, not like me As I sit to catch my breath
Oh look there’s Daisy The most beautiful eyes and a coat like silk I know she has those eyes on me We will be an item one day, you wait and see
This way Ned as we head off home I do enjoy Joe walking with me Stubbornness can have its perks For now a meal awaits
CCon 13th Feb 23
The ‘S’ word
It is noticeable how Words can be used To give meaning Or to abuse
Some words seem naturally positive Unless used with a sarcastic tone Others are often expressed to be negative Whether at work or at home
One such word which can feel rather sudden Is this word for immovable or resistant Which comes hot from the brain oven And often feels insufficient
If it were positive we would express Determined, tenacious, persistent, resilient… Which are often designed To bring pride and encouragement
However when persistence or tenacity Is not what we want Then this inconvenience Needs a bolder font
Here it comes There is no discussion It has to be said…
‘You are being STUBBORN’
I’m holding on To all that was
Yet it feels so hard What am I trying to do?
Why must I fight What am I proving What is it?
Why am I sticking with it Because I said so? How did I live my whole life Stubbornly focused on sticking to my initial ‘commitment’?
Now there’s a clue Perhaps it was that That kept me blue
The ritual, the promise Perfection, the hostage
Kept me blind Not able to see So locked in Unable to be free
Stubborn, like a mule Or like Lulu my dog Dead weight like a log Plonked on the road to stay cool
Or was it resilience Persistence or brilliance
No matter which Labels as tools Are fools’ rules
Positive Or negative Whichever the way Beware how you sway
Because words, titles, and names Can distort, guilt and shame