Knowing it will end

30 June 2015

Don’t bend; don’t water it down;  don’t try to make it logical;   don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion.  Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.                                                   ~Franz Kafka

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Sunrise seeps into the dawn light, rose tints blushing slender streaks of clouds.  Bird song vibrates through the air, an osprey’s sharp, chatty call claiming territory in a new day.

I’m on vacation with family in the Sierras this week.  The rambling house is still quiet this morning, dreaming lingers, the few shifts of movement are shuffled with sleep.

I am among people who have known me since my first year of college, my husband’s family.  The richness of history collectively held by us all spills out at random moments to break us all up into hilarity or sift into us poignantly.  The bonds here are deep and long and rewarding.

Through the decades, there have been some years when participation in this annual vacation felt more obligatory than pleasurable, but now I treasure the bonds, savor how the past weaves through the present.  Not the least of the many gifts here is that of witnessing our lives, ourselves, unfold.

Two young girlfriends, newcomers this year, remind me of myself venturing into this host of unfamiliar traditions, into patterns different from those of my own family.   I recall my anxious desire to win the stamp of approval, the hope to fit in and yet remain myself.  That’s been easier at times than others.  It’s most doable now.  Advantages of experience and age.

I’m old enough now to view the years passing too quick.  Old enough now to have walked alongside death as it claimed parents.  Old enough to notice the changes in my own body that are beyond control and far beyond anything I desire.  I’d like to look into the mirror and be just fine with the wrinkles etching around my eyes in a progression as inevitable as the dawn, but I’m not there.  I can’t really even spot that vantage point yet.

But here’s what I can see better than ever— how much there is to be grateful for.

World problems that trouble me deeply have not been solved.  There is much I hope to accomplish yet.  I have so much to learn in terms of communicating, loving, living fully.  Yet, I’m also old enough now to understand on a cellular basis that it will be over for me.  Forever.  And probably too soon.

There is a razor’s edge here.  Of being among the future, the children that have grown into the young adults that now grapple, like we did, with how to make sense of their lives and the world they are engaging, creating, knowing there are so many obstacles that need tending, so many changes that need effort.   Of being here among the past, and seeing how life has a power that moves us all forward, that affects us in ways we cannot anticipate, that both wears us down and lifts us up.  Of being here now, balancing life as we’ve come to know it with life as it could be.

The rose tint of the sky has faded.  Slanting golden sun rays finger their way into the towering pines.  Another sunrise gone for good.

What’s the day hold today?  This one unique day.  Let the singing ring out.  Let the pain be held.  Let us take this day to heart.

 

 

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Touchstone — Crafting Good Ordinary Days

26 June 2015

 

The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.           ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

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This has been a week of extraordinary moments embedded in ordinary ones for me.  Looking up from work, spotting the golden lilt and lift of a monarch among the milkweed.    Meeting new clients, keenly aware of  a sense of gratitude for the ability to be of service.  Passing between rooms in my home, caught by soft reflections of memories tucked into the bouquet on the dining room table.  Sitting down to coffee with a friend, saturated by the good fortune a meaningful relationship is.  Looking up from hanging the laundry, noticing how the tree leaves spangle and dance in the breeze against a backdrop of pale blue summer sky.

Joy comes to us in moments—ordinary moments.  We risk missing out on joy when we get too busy chasing down the extraordinary.      ~ Brené Brown, Daring Greatly

See Brené’s lovely post on joy and gratitude here.

I’m reminding myself to keep sinking into my ordinary moments, to not take them for granted, to be curious and explore the much more than ordinary that lies within them. 

We get to make our lives rich and meaningful.

 

 

 

 

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Crafting Good Ordinary Days

23 June 2015

Forever is composed of nows.

~  Emily Dickinson

 

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‘Ordinary’ sounds mundane, uninteresting, commonplace by definition.

Waking up on an ‘ordinary’ morning, it’s easy for me to take the day for granted, to move on into it on automatic.  But life is a series of moments, most of them our own version of ordinary.  And, mundane or not, each day behind me is a day I won’t get back.

So, ordinary days matter.  They matter a lot because most of us have a lot of them.  They deserve and warrant attention, tending, appreciation.

Events like marriages and births, spectacular adventures and moving to a new town have power that permeates our lives in ways that we can identify as big moments when our path took a dramatic turn, impacting everything going forward.

The effect of our ordinary days is more subtle, but it persists.  It saturates how we view ourselves and our endeavors.

It’s difficult to be present with what seems routine and trivial, or some days—annoying and burdensome.  I get caught up in busy.  I get anxious about my list.  My energy frays.  All together too often this is my ordinary.  And I start resisting it, fighting with it.

But right in my hands at that very moment I know something else is available, too.  There’s the chance to sink into a detail, an observation, a gratitude.  There’s the chance to appreciate an ordinary moment.

Chopping the greens for salad, a nearly daily job, I can fill with appreciation for the sharp beauty of a clean cut by the knife given to us years ago as a wedding present.  On a routine drive past a neighbor’s, I notice the flower bed he plants every spring has burst into a riot of zinnia blooms, a certain marker of summer, and realize it’s the summer solstice.

Recently, I’ve begun buying flowers for myself.  I’ve always loved bouquets, but it was an extravagance that I didn’t allow myself.  Now, I’ll pick up a bouquet at the farmer’s market or Trader Joe’s.  I love handling the flowers, immersed in the scents, the delicacy, the ornateness of each bloom.  I adore setting the vase on the dark wood of the dining table.  This week, the white hydrangeas there came from a party that my niece and nephew threw to honor their parents’ anniversary.  I’m savoring the memory of that event, weaving it into my ordinary days.

The cloth we weave of each day becomes the fabric of our lives.  In the final year of her life, my mother lost her memory of most of the events of her life, but somehow the cloth she’d created still sustained her.  With a bemused yet courageous smile she’d say to us, I’m losing my life, yet I’m certain I had a good one.

Small rituals, like buying yourself flowers, tending a garden or a yoga practice, sharing lattes with a friend once a week, add immeasurably to our daily life.  Repetition, the very thing that can make us unobservant, is also the thing that adds significance to much of our lives.  Years of laying beside my husband has made the sound of his breathing in the dark stillness of the night incredibly precious to me.

Being present with why we do what we do and the meaning it has for us gives us purpose.  Attending to the everyday stuff gives our lives luster.

How are you crafting your good ordinary?  What are the small things, perhaps overlooked or taken for granted, that sustain you, that add to your life on a regular basis, that you would miss if they suddenly disappeared?  Are there some simple routines you’d like to build into your days, or things you already do that you could do with more attention, more appreciation?  What are the little love notes you can send yourself when you tend to something tedious?

Maybe you’d like to bring home a bouquet, too.

 

 

 

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Touchstone — Meaningful Connections

19 June 2015

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In order to have meaningful connections with others, we need to have a good connection to ourselves.  I need to be willing to support myself, rather than sell myself out at the first hint of disapproval or disagreement.  I need to be able to hold myself in love in order to hold someone else in love.  I need to be able to help establish a bridge between two individuals, not morph myself into a clone.

Dr. Brené Brown’s book ‘The Gifts of Imperfection’ is a favorite of mine.  In it she examines the connection between vulnerability and courage in a clear and compassionate way.  Here’s one of her tips for digging into this:

Whenever I’m faced with a vulnerable situation, I get deliberate with my intentions by repeating this to myself: “Don’t shrink.  Don’t puff up.  Stand on your sacred ground.”  I think there’s something deeply spiritual about standing your ground.  Saying this little mantra helps me remember not to get small so other people are comfortable and not to throw up my armor as a way to protect myself.  

When I find myself in a spot where I’m resorting to giving in or giving up to get along, I’m trying to take a breath, honor myself by examining what I truly think or feel and then honoring the other person by being as honest as I can.

 

 

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Meaningful Connection

16 June 2015

 

…What I loved as much as, possibly even more than, being seen was sharing the gaze.  Feeling connected.

~ Amanda Palmer, The Art of Asking

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I yearn for meaningful connection.  To others.  To myself.

I want to be heard.  And I want to hear.  I want to know others deeply and be known in a like way.  Among the desires in my life, communion with others is a long-term thread that winds and weaves through all my years.

I’m able to give voice to a lot of feelings.  I have amazing friends and family.  I ask questions and listen pretty well.  But still, I have so often stumbled and failed to create this kind of connection.   Because I have been too small, too timid.

Courage is required to step outside the walled garden of our hearts.  And to invite others into that fertile realm.

Just by seeing someone—really seeing them, and being seen in return—you enrealen each other.   

~ Amanda Palmer, The Art of Asking

This week I’ve been with a person I admire and adore who is flamboyantly Alpha.  In the affirmation of his opinions, he’s not afraid to be arrogant, even obnoxious.  He does not question his right to take up his space.  I respect this.

I seldom claim my space this way.  Maybe because I’ve never felt that entitled to it.

I’ve wanted approval first.  I’ve looked for permission.  Something to make it safe because it’s a dicey proposition to be boldly self-assertive.  Judgments about selfishness, about self-centeredness, about self-righteousness run deep.  They’re all wrapped around ‘self’, as if ‘self’ is the problem.

‘Self’ is anything but the problem.  Without self there is no communion. No self knowledge.  Nothing to add.  Nothing to intertwine with ‘other’.

Somehow I actually thought the easy path led where I wanted to go.  That being a reflection of others’ expectations, an image that fit their needs, would take me to the relationships I wanted.  My safe ground was giving myself away to others.  The glass shards on top of the wall around my heart glittered warnings about risking approval, understanding, love.

Of course, staying ‘safe’ doesn’t work.

Distance is a liar.  It distorts the way we see ourselves and the way we understand each other.

~  Brené Brown, from The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer

The approval I crave necessarily comes from within, from an internal sense of worthiness.  There’s no winning it with a sacrifice of candor, or the convenience of only reflecting the shallow pools and avoiding the deep still water.  That deep stuff—passion and curiosity, pain and uncertainty—that’s what lets us be seen and known.  And in order to go there, we have to plunge into believing our opinions matter, we matter.

Perhaps there is nothing in the material realm that we’re entitled to.  But, we are entitled to be ourselves.  To speak our minds.  To deliver our news.  It may sound cacophonous, but what if this is a way toward a world we want to live in?

Personally and globally, feelings of not being heard propel us into the explosive grounds of pain and anger, indignation and fury.  At times, I have a lot of legroom before that last territory.  Other times, I shoot for it at warp speed, turbo charged, all shields up, missiles aimed and eager.  Damage is done.  I hurt someone I care for.  I hurt myself by being a person I don’t like.  The world gets scarier.  I pull tighter behind my walls.

There is another dance, lilting and awkward and imperfect.  In her sensitive and insightful book, ’The Gifts of Imperfection’, sociologist Brené Brown, a leading expert on vulnerability, writes—

However afraid we are of change, the question that we must ultimately answer is this: What’s the greater risk?  Letting go of what people think or letting go of how I feel, what I believe, and who I am?

Garden walls come with gates.  I’m nudging mine open, pushing it a little wider with practice.

I’m realizing that when it’s scary is exactly the right time to open the doors wider and to take the opportunity to examine why I feel vulnerable, to learn to trust this chance to grow.

The word ‘courage’ derives from the Latin word for heart -‘cor’.  It takes heart and courage to open that gate to who we truly are and what we want to be.  But it is in this kind of opening that I find myself, find the richness of the gardens we all inhabit and the joy of sharing the gaze.

I spent most of my life trying to create a safe distance between me and anything that felt uncertain and anyone who could possibly hurt me.  But like Amanda, I have learned that the best way to find light in the darkness is not by pushing people away but by falling straight into them.  

~ Brené Brown, from The Art of Asking by Amanda Palmer

 

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Touchstone – Cultivating Curiosity

12 June 2015

“Wanderer, your footsteps are the path, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no path, the path is made by walking.”  

  ~ Antonio Machado

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While I’ve been practicing curiosity this week, I’ve come across both embers of anger and flickers of delight.  Normally I’d have brushed these aside, barely noticing, and moved on down the road.  But instead, stopping to inquire into them was rewarding.  I was able to attend to the irritation before it kindled.  I slowed down to appreciate and savor a delight I might have missed entirely.

 

MYSTERIES, YES

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous

to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the

mouths of the lambs.

How rivers and stones are forever

in allegiance with gravity

while we ourselves dream of rising.

How two hands touch and the bonds

will never be broken.

How people come, from delight or the

scars of damage,

to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those

who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say

“Look!” and laugh in astonishment,

and bow their heads.

Mary Oliver in Evidence

 

Live the questions, embrace uncertainty as an opportunity to cultivate understanding.

 

 

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Cultivating Curiosity

9 June 2015

“The important thing is not to stop questioning.   Curiosity has its own reason for existing.”   ~ Albert Einstein

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I have a tendency to rush right to an answer when I’m time pressured.  Too often I feel a need to know because I’ve hinged my self-worth on getting it right.  In the interests of efficiency, I’m tempted by the listicle with five simple steps.  Sometimes I’m still looking for the Cliff notes on life.

Usually, I find an answer when I charge toward one.  Sometimes that’s perfect.  But there’s a lot to be said for bypassing the short cut and taking the longer way around.

Lately, I’ve been thinking less about the answers and focusing more on the questions.  Asking myself, what matters the most here — what is already known?  Or what is still undiscovered?

We are born naturally inquisitive.  Scientists cultivate curiosity.  So do artists.  The art of inquiry shapes not just how science advances, what an artist paints or the way a child learns, it also shapes our lives.  In ways, the questions we ask are more important than the answers because our questions determine what we find.  Without a curious mind we can’t question our assumptions, examine our biases, consider changing our routines.  How often have I been just plain wrong?  Let me count the lifetime of ways!  And, most of those times, I thought I was right.

I can see myself as a child, moving slowly, in my own sense of time, stooping over unselfconsciously to touch a bug in the dirt and interacting with it spontaneously.  There is a natural, gracious connection to my world in that memory.  At some point, like most of us, I started wanting to demonstrate my knowledge and experience.  I needed to sound reliable and rational rather than appear naive or innocent.  I wanted to prove I was right, to shore up my world view, to stop the pain.

In that process, I’ve nearly sacrificed the part of me that is still innocent, still willing to be unknowing.   Losing that part would be losing a fount of joy and vitality and exuberance that I absolutely want to keep all my life.  Yet, walking off the familiar trail, exploring the depths, can be uncomfortable.

This week during a meditation, my shoulder and neck lit up in a sudden firestorm of pain.  I wanted to get up and walk away, get something to eat, weed the garden, anything to shake it off.  Instead, I stayed put.  I was pretty sure that pain was there to tell me something.  I wanted to figure out what. Instantly.  I wanted to ‘get it’, deal with it, be done with it and move on.  Instead, with the help of a guide, I imagined sitting at a garden gate, alert but relaxed, inquiring about the pain and simply listening, trusting the garden gate to open to my presence at some point.

My guide had suggested the ideal image.  I pictured a wrought iron gate through which a lush, fertile garden spilled out toward where I sat in the shade.  Examining the pain, trying to define it, name it, it began to take metaphorical shape—a blade, a guillotine.  Gradually the meaning of this clarified into an understanding of how connected I am to my rational mind and how often I cleave away the instinctual, intuitive parts of me.  A gift of insight came from the inquiry into that pain.

Curiosity requires time and attention.  The willingness to stoop down for a closer look.  To get our hands dirty.  To hurt sometimes.

But, at its heart, I think this curiosity is how we create the palette of our own unique selves and our lives.  Curiosity creates the opportunity to discover our interests, our passions, our wisdom about what has meaning for us.  What do we wonder about?

Banishing our innocence in the name of safety and good sense, we find that our capacity for vitality and enthusiasm is lost. … There is a destiny beckoning to be lived, and no one else can live in it our stead.  

~ David Whyte, The Heart Aroused

Start here—what are you curious about?  Not just something that has an answer Siri can provide for you, but something persistent and engaging.  Let yourself explore.  How does it feel to be curious?

What happens when you tend to your questions and cultivate your own curious mind?

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Touchstone–Beyond the rules…trust

5 June 2015

 

 Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans.

~ John Lennon

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It’s not about breaking the rules, per se.  It’s more about listening in more closely when your comfort zone suddenly feels far away.    When the majestic scope of life has you, small and uncertain, in its grasp, is there a place inside that knows how to stretch into it, accept more than you ever knew?

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Beyond the rules….trust

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When have I ever thrown out all the rules?  Never, I think.  I’ve never managed that.  I skirt them, yes, do that all the time.  But abandoned myself to trust?  That’s just plain too scary.

I inhabit the halls of logical thought and rational conclusions.  I applied myself strenuously to my studies, but calculus was an easy A+.  Equations have a measured weight, an absolute reliability.  Trust is not required.

I’m more inclined to trust the rules than to trust myself, to rely on raw facts than to trust my feelings.  I’ve never felt good at instinct.  Give me a plan, I’ll make a list, navigate the map.

Yet, my heart is an eager explorer.  At heart, I want answers to questions much tougher than calculus.  I want quantum physics.

What happens in death?  What happens to the world when the oceans warm up beyond the known temperature range?  How do I mend a rent in a relationship with a friend?  Why are humans so cruel to other humans?   What is it like to be a caterpillar and then a butterfly?  What does it feel like to walk on four thick paws?  Or soar on the wind?  How can I ask for what I need when I’m not sure of it myself?

None of these questions find any solidly conclusive answers to rest in.  Nothing definitive or absolute in which to chart a course or make a plan.

One of my most memorable days began by me downing a beer.  An innocent tossing aside of the rules, a throwing off of convention.  I proceeded to help Markie Sharkie, a long time friend and highly competent river guide, tie his boat gear down.  I pushed us off.  He oared into the muscular current of the chocolate brown waters of the Colorado River.  Tall walls surrounded us, held us in their clasp and, yes, we had a map.  Despite it, we would flip that day at the most dangerous rapid, one of the most fabled waves of the watery course—not part of the plan.  A flip at Crystal would never be part of anyone’s plan.  But Markie seemed magnetically drawn to everything that could possibly go wrong.  He locked his gaze on that pulsing powerhouse vee of water and pushed us directly into that curling wave.  I felt it all in slow motion, the tilt slowly becoming irreversible despite every effort to right the raft’s course.  I saw it all before it happened.  Out of the corner of my eye, saw my husband explode into motion along the bank, charging for his boat, knowing too how inevitable catastrophe had become.  Yet in me lay an utter stillness, a calm, a trust.  Not so much that I would live.  But that it would all be alright.

There is calm within the storm.  A place in me that knows how to step beyond the calculations and formulas to simply trust life.  I’d like to live there more.  I think being in this place requires a certain surrender to what is, not necessarily a detachment, but a stepping aside.  Far enough to distance ourselves from the blender of activity whirling us inside it.

The river of life is bigger than us.  We do what we can to row our small vulnerable craft along the safe and sane course, but there are times that peace lies in trust, in our limitations, in going forward into the mystery with no more than open eyes and accepting heart.

 

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Touchstone – What if….

 

 Every day, do at least one frightening thing that contributes to the fulfillment of your desires.      

~  Martha Beck 

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Author, columnist for O Magazine and life coach Martha Beck is both smart and full of insights about creating a good life.  Learn more about her here.

Koren Motekaitis is an amazing life coach that’s helped me fight my way out of more than one paper bag (and a few burlap ones as well).  She also does a terrific interview on her weekly radio show.  You can find out more about her at her site How She Really Does It.

Koren spoke with Martha several weeks ago in an hour interview that is jammed with lots of powerful insights and suggestions about facing fears, working beyond the need for approval, and finding out what matters to you.  You can download that podcast here.

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