Sunday, August 1, 2010

Battling Depression -- via a Young Don Quixote

As a child I was always intrigued by a section of gnarled tree trunk
that was carved into the head of Don Quixote.
 It never occurred to me to wonder who Don Quixote was; 
after all, he was just some guy dad liked.
Dad also had a small wooden piece, only a few inches tall, a 
skinny old guy with knobby knees, pointed helmet, and tall spear-thing. 
My brother now has these in a niche in his den.  
A good friend has a silkscreen print of Don Quixote on a horse, 
again a scrawny guy wearing a pointed helmet 
and holding a  lance, all drawn with a striking grungy outline.
I finally wondered, who is this Don Quixote?
Well, he’s a guy who seems to be simply silly or crazy-as-anything.
Maybe that’s because he goes through his days with boundless hope.  
Or maybe it’s because he thinks every 
windmill is a giant enemy that needs to be slain. 
(At this point it occurred to me that the pic of dad at nine, 
grinning big-enough-to-beat-all as he sat on a horse, 
would be perfect to alter: Young Don Quixote!)
Seems to me that jousting with windmill blades is either crazy or delightful.  
I think it’s a delightful metaphor 
for battling depression -- that visible/invisible 
giant-of-an-enemy found in homes far and wide.
What a way to bring a smile to your eyes and a lift of the chin:  to face
the day with an imaginary lance (how about this candy-cane striped one 
I found on flickr?) ready to battle any giant you might encounter.
Enjoy!  Click comments below to share your fav Don Quixote story, 
your battle with those visible/invisible-giants-of-depression-or-you-name-it, 
or anything else on your mind.  (Yes, you can
also still email me -- people love to read comments though
as we grow, think, and learn together.)


Silly Girl #2 said...

Last year we did the show "Man of La Mancha". I originally was not too impressed with the show, however, after taking an in depth look at its meaning, it is now one of my favorites.
Don Quixote shows us that we can either choose to see our lives as the fair Dulcinea, or the slovenly kitchen whore Aldonza. I often find myself having to rethink things when I am seeing them as dismal, and try to find the good in all.
"To dream, the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe, to bear with unbearable sorrow, to run where the brave dare not go."

Anonymous said...

Love this. It says so much about George too that I had never thought about--conquering his stuttering being a big one. Do you see Tim with the helmet?

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