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Human Happens... It's OK!

1/26/2021

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PictureGrumpy cat (weird for "Human Happens" I admit but this face... oh my!)
Remember that great book, “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day?”  I think he did have a string of rotten things happen to him that had him dreaming of running away to Australia…  or maybe he just had a rotten day.  It happens. 

I found myself in a rotten foul mood for no good reason at all (but we think we need a reason, don’t we!?)  In fact, there were lots of reasons on that particular day that I “should” have been happy!  The sun was shining, I had nothing but a great day planned, my arm was pain-free for the first time in a long time, on and on and on…  And the fact that I “should” have been happy only made it worse that I really wanted to jump out of my own skin!  (that never goes well, by the way!)

My mind wanted to make sense of it (as minds do)… if I could understand it, then my brain could categorize it, and tuck it away neatly in a file as that reason for bad moods…  My self-care teacher self knew all of the things I COULD do to try to shift it, but I wanted nothing to do with any of them.  In fact, these are the times when I want to throw my own book across the room and I tell my own teachings to “F%$K off!”  My Buddhist teachings kicked in to remind me to just be with it.  That really didn’t feel great, but in the end, that’s the path I took. 

Being human is messy.  Life is messy.  Bad moods will come. Good moods will come.  Inspiration will rise up and at other times, like the other day, we will find ourselves flailing and floundering in the dark... feeling we have nothing to offer the world.  In those dark pit of ick moments it’s hard to see the way out and the last thing we want to hear is “This too shall pass…”  Will it!?  I’m sure it will, but right now, this is where I am – let me be! 

Even today as I reflected on it in my journaling, I noted that I am feeling “more like myself” with some small sense of relief.  Then I noticed the implied judgement in that…  as if “myself” is the one who is uplifting and inspired and feeling good… as if the me who is down, depressed, pissy, and just irritable for no good reason is not really me. 

Whew!  This being human is not for the faint of heart, especially if, like me, you love exploring this inner landscape which can get oh so messy and confusing at times! 

But what’s really important is for each of us to remember that human happens. Human isn’t always pretty, it isn’t always what we prefer, it includes all the feelings and all the thoughts and worries, and it can swoop in unexpected and uninvited.  When it does, what we do with it matters.  How we treat ourselves in these moments matters.

There is a movement out there that supports the idea that we should feel good all the time and that the goal is to get to that feel good state at all costs and as soon as possible.  This, my friends, is spiritual BS, spiritual bypassing.  Even if we buy into the idea that peace is our natural inherent state and that love is what we’re made of, we are still going to have terrible, rotten, no good days for no obvious reason.  And it is OK!! 

Self-care doesn’t mean do all the things so you can feel better as soon as possible. Self-care means sit with yourself, as you are in your current state of exhaustion, confusion, anger, sadness, or ugliness… that’s it. Just be with yourself there and give yourself tender loving care and acceptance.  OK, this is how it’s gonna be right now.  I don’t like it, but I’m willing to sit with this discomfort.  You’re not doing life wrong.  You’re not doing anything wrong.  You are simply being your very real, very vulnerable, very tender, open-hearted self.  Cause, damn it, the more open our hearts are, the more we will feel!  (I offer you this meditation – Befriending Yourself – to help you sit with yourself lovingly).

Now, might my bad mood be a natural after-effect from the happenings in the world, the relief and coming down after Wednesday’s inauguration and the end of an intensive 5-day training?  Might I have just simply hit a wall of exhaustion after 11 months of COVID?  Sure, maybe… And, who cares?  What I want to do is to normalize bad days.  To give each of us permission to just have a bad day… without apology, without explanation, without worry, without shame.  And, actually, to even expect them.  They are part of riding the waves…  it’s unsustainable to stay in the crest all the time. The dip, the fall, the drop will inevitably come, until the next swell. 

To think that we are “less than” on these days, that we should somehow apologize for ourselves, hide away, and pretend to be ok when we are not is the very opposite of loving self-care.  To put up a false front is to chop off a very real part of ourselves and that’s just cruel… 
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Human happens.  You’re human.  I’m human.  It’s OK.  Some days are just like this.  This too shall pass…  (cue the throwing of the book or tomatoes, or whatever! 😊)

And, here's the secret and the truth... the more we are able to sit with these times of discomfort, to wait them out in all of their ickiness, the less we stay stuck in them.  We are better able to move through when we lean into what's here than when we try to stuff our feelings down, hide them away, or banish them from the building.  

Thoughts?  


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Out of the Darkness...Into the Light

12/21/2020

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Today marks the winter solstice here in the Northern Hemisphere.  On this darkest day of the year, the pivotal moment between dark and light, it is the perfect time to honor the darkness that has come into our lives through addiction.  It is a time to honor those who have been lost to the disease, to remember them with love.  It is a time to honor the struggle and the perseverance of those who are on the journey of recovery, and to honor ourselves and other loved ones who have also found a way through the darkness. 

In honoring the darkness and in grieving the losses we have endured, we bring those moments into the light.  When we bring them into the light, they are no longer hiding in the shadows, lurking in shame, or hidden in silence.  We claim and name our experience.  We see it for what it has been.  We presence it. 

When we do this, we are able to step forward into the light.  Just as the days begin to get longer with a bit more light from tomorrow on, we too can begin to bring more light into our homes and our beings. 

Addiction is a painful disease, as you undoubtedly know.  It affects everyone in its wake and can take down entire families with the weight of its suffering. 

However (and this is a big however), the journey from darkness to light does not have to take us out forever.  It is possible to find hope, joy, peace, love, and to create a brighter tomorrow, even when we have been impacted by addiction. 

If you are reading this, you are alive, and for that fact alone there is reason to celebrate.  You have been given the opportunity to live one more day.  What will you do with this one precious life you have been given?  How will you set your soul free to express itself?  What is uniquely yours to do?

Is there some way to honor your journey up to this very moment--the good, the bad, and the ugly, the full messiness of it all?  The painful, the joyous, the fearfulness, and the hope?  Whatever it’s looked like in the past, today marks a new day, albeit a short one.  Tomorrow offers the light of fresh possibility, as each day does.  How do you want to step into tomorrow? 

If we are able to find a way to turn our pain (or darkness) into possibility (or light), we can transform these heavy experiences into something that serve and support us and others.  We can show up for life more fully.  We can become who we were born to be. 

Let’s face it, 2020 has carried a full load of darkness, collectively, along with anything that you might have experienced personally. 

For many the holidays are emotionally-charged times and may bring in a healthy mix of emotions… sadness, joy, celebration, loneliness. I know I will be feeling both sadness for those who are not with us during this holiday season as well as joy and gratitude for those who are. 

There is room for it all.  When we allow ourselves to feel it all, to allow our hearts to carry this messy mix of what makes us human, we are able to move through it. 

“Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.” ~ Brene Brown
 
So, let this pivotal day be a day that marks the honoring of both the dark and the light.  Let us take a step back and look at the big picture of our lives and recognize that our experiences have not been all good or all bad, but rather a mix of both. 

Addiction can entomb us with its heavy cloak of darkness if we let it, but we can choose to lift up the corner of that cloak and peek outside.  We can lay down the heaviness and step into the light.  We get to choose. 

We may well prefer the moments of lightness, light-heartedness, and light in general, but there is also a gift to receive during the dark and challenging times.  We must be willing to sit with this part of our reality if we are to truly enjoy the light. 

I have found that it is in the dark where I have grown the most.  I wonder if that might be true for you as well.  I offer you this poem for consideration.  

The Places We Grow
It’s in the dark,
in the shadows,
where we stretch and grow.
 
We face ourselves
and see a new or forgotten aspect,
a piece we’d rather ignore or deny.
 
But there it is…
staring us down,
daring us to change,
to find a new way,
or to simply come into acceptance.
 
Sometimes it’s about overcoming
or adjusting.
Finding a way to do this with
love, compassion,
and gentle communion.
 
Honoring the self…
who I am,
where I am,
what I need,
what my baggage is.
 
And stepping into a deeper layer,
excavating and shifting,
allowing new light in,
and new hope out.
 
These are the places we grow –
often watered
and nourished with tears.
  © Barb Klein, 2016, “The Places We Grow,” from 111 Invitations: Step into the Full Richness of Life
 
Where and how can you nourish yourself today?  How might you allow some new light in--to your being, to your life?  How can you allow a little more hope to shine into the world? 
 
Begin by greeting yourself exactly where you are--gently, with tenderness, care, and compassion.  Offer yourself the space and grace to feel into what’s alive within your heart at this moment.  Ask your heart what it needs at this moment to be truly nurtured and nourished.  Then respond accordingly.  You deserve your own loving care.
 
We are on the cusp of a new year and we can only hope that 2021 is bringing with it new possibility, hope, and fresh beginnings.  Today let’s pause.  Let’s look at our lives and our loved ones with reverence. Let’s honor this journey where we have walked, crawled, and stumbled while we look ahead to the light of new creativity.  Let’s let this darkest day of the year—December 21-- be a personal pivotal moment for us to enter an illuminated future.  

* Originally published in MomPower. org 


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Lessons Learned from My Mom...

11/1/2020

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This time of year marks the anniversary of my mom’s passing.  It’s been 17 years now, and I have been reflecting on the life and love I was blessed to share with her while she was here.  I thought it would break me to lose her, and it didn’t.  I still feel her with me, even now.  She lives on in my heart. 

My mother was a beautiful blend of sweetness, gentleness, kindness, shyness, humility, feigned incompetence, and fierce fiery grit.  This woman would helplessly ask me to change her clock time or her lightbulb, but she faced cancer like a warrior woman! 

Here are just a few of the lessons I learned from my dear mother:



Do not collapse when you think you can’t go on – You are stronger than you think!
When my dad left her for another woman after 32 years in an era when a woman’s only job was to devote her entire life and being to her family, she did not collapse.  Facing unwanted independence in her early 50’s, she showed up for herself.  She hadn’t worked since her 20’s, but she launched herself into temp work that ultimately led her to a position in our local library that she held onto into her early 70’s because she loved it so much.

Kindness is the way to go.  Give people the benefit of the doubt. 
When a waitress was particularly gruff, rather than getting upset about how badly we were being treated, Mom brought in gentleness, understanding and compassion… offering “Maybe she just broke up with her boyfriend…”

Don’t bear a grudge – forgive and bring loving compassion to people and situations, even when it doesn’t seem reasonable
After my parents’ divorce, she never spoke unkindly about my dad and encouraged us to be involved with him.  She found a way to forgive, I guess.  I don’t think she had a bitter bone in her body, but rather gave people grace, compassion, and loving kindness. 

Flow with what life brings your way
I always knew I would lose my mother too early in my life – she was 44 when she had me, after all.  I was undoubtedly an accident (ultimately a happy one, I believe) after my parents adopted my oldest brother when it seemed they couldn’t have kids, and subsequently gave birth to 4 more.  It had been 10 years since a baby had been in the home and my sister was deathly ill.  I don’t know how my mom did it, but somehow, she created a loving home for one more.  She opened her arms to a baby, tended to her daughter in the hospital, cared for the others, and pulled it all together – finding a way to clean the house, cook the meals, bake the cookies, and love on us as if we were all that mattered.  She was the epitome of a good mother!

Be free!!  Enjoy this life.
When I was 12, my dad left us, having found a woman who he thought better matched his intellectual and adventurous tendencies.  While devastating in some ways, this also deepened the richness of my life with my mom and our opportunities to live our own adventurous life!  I was the only one at home, so we bonded together and began to travel the world – we ate out more often, we laughed more often, we found things we enjoyed doing together, and we became best friends.  We made it through, and we made it through in style, choosing to live rather than crumple into a defeated puddle.  St. Croix, Disney, Texas, Arizona, and cruises called to us, and we said “Yes!”  Summers were spent at our cottage in the Finger Lakes, playing cards, savoring root beer floats, entertaining friends and family, and basking in the beauty and peace of this place that mom had bought with her own money. 

Don’t be fooled by the soft veneer – underneath a mighty giant lies in wait to awaken when she is called
When Mom was 72, she was diagnosed with breast cancer and underwent treatment involving surgery, radiation, and medication.  Grateful to live nearby I was able to support this modest woman with wound care, meals, home care, and rides.  She went on to beat this cancer and found remission.  She lived life and enjoyed her family, friends, work, music, theater, and travel.  Cancer was not going to stop her. 

Persevere in the face of adversity
6 years later, a new cancer came, likely a result of the medication she had taken for the breast cancer.  She stayed with us post-surgery and my family and I were able to support her through recovery, and the ongoing chemo.  She loved her medical team and even seemed to look forward to her chemo days.  She did all that she could to beat this disease so that she could continue to thrive. 

When the choice is life, choose it!
For nearly three decades she had shown me what it could be like to live life fully, and she wasn’t about to stop now.  She made the decision to leave the home she had lived in for about 20 years to move into a senior living facility in order to have community and support.  Moving is always a big transition, but she handled it with grace and ease.  She enjoyed meeting new people and sharing activities and meals with them.

When it’s time to go, go in your own way. 
On the day before her death, my sister and I (having no idea that the end was so near) visited with her, cleaned her apartment, ironed her clothes and got things in order.  I think this mattered a lot in the sense that things were “tidied up.”  She had hurt herself in a fall over a week before and was in a good deal of pain, food no longer tasted good and that was a big loss for my mom – she loved to enjoy her food!

I don’t even know why, but I asked her if she sometimes wished she could just die, and she acknowledged that yes, she did.  I suspect there was an unspoken permission to go in that conversation.  She told the nurse that night that she wished she could just close her eyes and drift away…  this seems to be exactly what she did.  They found her the next morning, “unconscious and unresponsive.” 

And, though it wasn’t the end I envisioned, because I strongly wanted to be with her by her side as she passed, I realize she would never have wanted that.  She loved us but would not have wanted to distress us with her final breaths.  I find comfort in witnessing how much choice she seemed to have in the timing of her departure – before the cancer that was invading her belly took over and things got really miserable.  She went at the exact age she had always told me “seemed like a good age to die.”  She had lived a full, rich, and loving life, and she was ready to be done.

Love transcends time and space.
I still feel her here with me, breathing through me, inside of me, emanating out, supporting me as I move through my life.  I know she walks with me, loves me, and looks over us all.  I can lean into her soft and gentle embrace (I can still feel how gloriously smooth, warm, and soft her skin was).  I can remember her tender look and feel.  I am softened by her sweetness.  I thought it would kill me to lose her.  It hasn’t.  It has added to my will to live, and I will be forever grateful for that! 

I love you and miss you every day, Mama Bear!!  Thank you for being my mother and my best friend!
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p.s. a few more lessons that might have supported me and might serve you well:
Baking soothes the soul (as do the smell and taste of fresh-baked bread, cookies, and cake!)!!
There’s always time and room for “a little something” (her version of a shared sweet treat)
Live well, laugh often, love deeply!
Wishing you a little something sweet this week!!  


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Happy Birthday, Ethel!

5/25/2020

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It’s Memorial Day.  And, it’s also my mother-in-law’s birthday.  She would have been 95, and our missing her is strong, as she’s only been gone for a couple of months.  This morning I reflected on the life she lived and the tenacity, persistence, strength, and heart it must have taken for her to live it. 

Her husband died in 1965, leaving her with 4 boys to raise (from my husband who wasn’t yet even a year old to his oldest brothers who were both already in college).  She had to learn to find an inner strength in the midst of what I imagine was tremendous grief.   She had to learn to ask for help, which I imagine did not come easily to this fiercely independent woman.  What she didn’t need to do was to find another man to complete her.  She knew she was complete as she was, and nobody was going to tell her how to parent! 

Ethel, I love you, and I honor you, and I am so very grateful for all that you did for us and for our boys.  They love you with all their hearts and will never forget the special relationship you had.  Thank you for being an integral part of our lives.  Thank you for giving birth to Tom and raising him to be such an amazing man, husband, and father.  Ethel, you done good!  Are you kidding me!?  You done great!! You are a hero.

On this day, which happens to also be Memorial Day, as we honor the heroes of this land, I include you.  Against all odds, you raised 4 boys to be independent, strong, wise, loving, caring men who each was able to walk his own path, find his own way, and become who he was born to be. 
But, that wasn’t enough for you, dear lady.  Your heart was so big that you helped the lost ones in school – the kids who no one else was able to help or support; the kids that others thought were a problem.  You showed up for them, loved them, and found a way to teach them.  What’s more is they delighted you with their mischievous ways!!

That wasn’t enough.  Your mission in this life was to help kids, and you wanted to do even more!  So, at the youthful age of 60 you decided to become a foster mother.  Wow!  I know you saved some lives and families with your commitment to loving and supporting them through some tough, tough times.  Thank you.  I honor you. 

Thank you for your service.  Thank you for showing your boys what a strong, independent woman does!  You amaze me, and thank you for unleashing my heart and soul to flourish.  Witnessing you and learning from you has helped me to claim my strength and to find my way.  You broke the mold you were told to live in, and have helped me to do the same! 

Thank you for bringing your fierceness in alongside my mom’s softness and quiet strength.  You have both shown me what it’s like to rise above the adversity of unexpected and deep loss and to find your way in uncharted territory, carving out your own way, living a life that was full and rich and fulfilling.  Each one of you being you.  In your way. 

Yes, the men of our families went to war, and today they will be remembered and honored, and today I also remember and honor the women who carried on at home.  The women who somehow tended to themselves and their families until they could break free to be who they were born to be.  The women who climbed Bald Mountain in their 70’s!!  Today I honor you women who showed me how to live and love deeply and fiercely. Women who showed me that you don’t curl up and die when the going gets tough, but you somehow find a way to keep on going and find the things that bring you joy! 
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Happy birthday, Ethel! I hope you and Betty have found one another and are having a great picnic party today!! 

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Go Gently... Please

4/3/2020

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​Now is a time to go gently with yourself and with others.   Now is the time for love, for generosity, for kindness and compassion – toward all beings, including you!  It is the time to care deeply.  It is NOT the time to judge, shame, or condemn others.  I see the temptation and suspect it’s going to get stronger as we grow more impatient, frustrated, and weary.  And so, I plead with you, please, please be gentle… 
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March 11th, just a little over 3 weeks ago, marks the day our world changed forever.  It was not long ago at all and yet it feels like a lifetime ago… we got the call that morning telling us that the mighty Mom Klein had died.  We visited our son (2 days before visits were shut down for the foreseeable future), grateful we could deliver this news in person and share our tears, love, and hugs.  I went out to lunch with my sister at a local restaurant and enjoyed a nice meal, and probably another hug or two. 

March 12th – with a growing sense of things quickly spinning into something unknown and foreign, I did a radio show with Lori and Keith from Recovery Coach University Radio.  With a heightened sense of awareness, we did wipe all the equipment and surfaces with Clorox wipes and mostly kept our distance, but we didn’t yet get how serious this was.  We joked about the toilet paper hoarding and shook our heads in confusion… and just to be safe, on the way home, I bought two packs.  We affirmed and were relieved by my younger son’s decision to cancel his trip to Florida for Spring Break, even though he is young and healthy… already it felt like the unquestionably right call.  Just days earlier I had told him I thought they’d be fine to go… 

Things were changing and happening so rapidly and have been ever since.  I feel like I’ve been caught in a whirlwind… internally and externally.  A blur of news updates, of emails advising of extra precautions being taken which rapidly morphed into “We are closed until further notice…”  Cancellations, closures, schools switching to online learning,… more and more erasures in the planner of all the trips, appointments, and events I had coming up.  April went from one in which I would barely be home to one in which I will only be home, with no plans. Each day brings with it a swirl of thoughts and feelings as I try to magically predict when this will all be over, fall into despair, perk up at a story of goodness – living within the chaos of it all. 

It’s a lot.  We must be gentle. 

There has been so much letting go… of classes, appointments, events, routines, regular support, fun times with others, contact with loved ones.  And, in all this letting go, we are all feeling the weight of uncertainty.  Those words “until further notice” land with a dark and ominous tone. They remind us that life is always uncertain – we just usually pretend it isn’t.  Somehow it feels extra uncertain right now with so many things being disrupted all at once.  The fear is palpable as this invisible antagonist sweeps around the world.  As we take in the death tolls, we are faced with our own immortality and the truth that one day those we love will also die.  We hope it won’t be alone. 

We are ordered to shelter in place, to self-quarantine, or to PAUSE as our NY Governor has called it.  For a moment we imagine all that we’ll get done in this time when busy-ness is taken away.  But then we feel the weight of it all, and we are reminded of how exhausted we are and that stress takes a toll on everything.  We are brought to our knees as we are forced to confront what is truly essential.  To re-prioritize our lives – what really matters?  Health.  Relationships.  Life.  Love.  Kindness. Compassion. Generosity.

All these free offerings??  They are oh so tempting to someone with Bright Shiny Object Syndrome, like moi!  The urge to fill in all that usually coveted white space is strong, and I catch myself mindlessly signing up, saying “yes, please distract me from the here and now…”  Nature abhors a vacuum, and apparently so do I.  Until I reality check and realize my bandwidth is not as wide as my white space – it’s actually much, much less than before. 

I remember to be gentle with myself. 

I don’t need to do all the things – only those that will really nourish me.  I only need to be on the calls with people and in groups that feel supportive.  I can skip the rest.  This might not be the time to learn a new skill or to focus on business.  This might be a time when less really is more.  I want to do more less! 

Over the past few weeks it has been easy to let this ever-present concern consume us.  It’s been easy to get obsessed even when we didn’t intend to.  Even if you don’t watch the news (which I don’t generally), the news is everywhere…social media posts, headlines of breaking news at the top of my email inbox and within every single email that comes in it’s there… Coronavirus… COVID-19. We need to be informed, but we don't need to be flooded with input.  It's too much to digest. 

We see the inherent inter-connectedness of all beings and this both terrifies and empowers us.  We are reminded that viruses don’t respect borders, oceans, or walls. 

We find ourselves reeling as we ride the roller coaster of emotions in this human experience – feeling our own and the collective fear, overwhelm, sadness, dread, and grief while also being uplifted and inspired by the many acts of compassion, caring, kindness, love, and generosity.  This time bringing out the best and the worst in us. 

It’s a lot. 

We come to realize that we are feeling more tired and less productive than we’d like – not an easy thing to accept in a culture used to driving, doing, achieving, producing, succeeding…   Suddenly we wonder what “succeeding” even means right now. 

Now we realize that it’s nearly impossible to find motivation or create from a space of exhaustion and anxiety. So, we surrender to Netflix bingeing, earlier bedtimes, and longer nights of sleep. 

This is our new normal, and it’s anything but “normal.”  It changes moment by moment, and the only reasonable way to approach it is one moment at a time. 

We feel the weirdness of endless disinfecting and keeping our hands from touching our faces.  We feel the creepiness in the air as masked figures move together, but apart, averting gazes (as if we won’t really be there if we don’t look at one another), collectively holding our breath – together, but apart. 

And we're reminded that in the empty streets what feels like the end of the world is also a reflection of our great act of love, our care and concern for others, our desire to be part of the solution. 

It’s. A. LOT!

So, please… go gently into this next day. Into this next moment.

Take breaks – a lot of breaks.  Get more rest than feels reasonable.

Offer tender loving care to your sweet self.

Say “yes” to the things that make you happy.

Bake the familiar goodies that comforted you as a child (Betty Crocker Blueberry Buckle for me today!).

Wear clothes and jewelry that feel good.  Maybe wear things from places you’ve loved or concerts you’ve enjoyed (today I’m wearing my Albuquerque sweatshirt to mark that I should have been arriving there this afternoon).

Hug a tree.  I’m pretty sure that’s still a safe thing to do! 

Offer a loving smile to a stranger.  Call a friend.
 
Extend love and compassion freely, often, and wherever you can, beginning with yourself.

Know that we will get through this. 

Please.
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Go gently… until further notice.  

How are you going gently these days??  Please share in the comments below.  We can learn from you. 


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A Vow

1/1/2020

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Often in our lives we make vows that serve to keep us safe or comfortable, but don’t really serve us in the grander scheme of things… vows like, “I’ll show them!”  “I will NEVER be like _______!” (likely someone who probably has some good qualities as well as whatever you are reacting to right now). “ I am not someone who ______!” (takes a risk that might actually bring joy or peace). “I will never love again!”  “This is just who I am.”  You get the idea…  do you have any of these? 

This morning I awoke with a strong vow brewing within me, needing to be expressed.  This is what it is  – I vow to bring something positive out of our experience with addiction into this world.  And, more importantly, I vow that addiction will NOT take my life, regardless of what it does to my son.  It does not have to break me, shatter me, or my world. 

This came to me almost as a promise to my son as I reflected on people I love, people who are my teachers – this journey will not be for nothing.  I feel a strong awareness and strength that I am still here.  I am still standing…despite many years of turbulence. I will do something positive and not let this monster destroy me, destroy us.  I am taking a stand for my life, my marriage, my work, and my larger family.  This is a stand I can take against this beast which seeks to consume and destroy my son, as well as everything in its wake. 

​I get to draw the line on where its damage stops.  It does not get to take everything from me.  Period.  That is within my control.  I do not have the disease.  It is not coursing through my veins and brain, and it does not get to define me or my life. 

This feeling is strong and vital as it surges through me – this life force energy that declares, “I will live.  I will thrive.  You cannot take me too.”  It’s not an angry reactive feeling, but rather a deeply calm, clear, and oh-so-strong knowing deep, deep, deep in my soul.  

I have purpose.  I have passion, and I will embody them and be a light in this world.  A lighthouse.  A beacon for those who are lost in stormy waters.  I do not have to go down with my son, and I most certainly will not, no matter how many times it beats at my shores, knocks me down, tears at my heart.  Again, and again I will stand – I will rise again and lift others up as we stare down this beast, and say, “NO!  Your damage stops here!” 

Well, all righty then… happy New Year!  Here I am world!  Apparently writing my manifesto for the decade… The power in this image and these words is palpable.  I am here. I am alive. I claim my life and step boldly, strongly into 2020, this year, this decade, this next day of my life. 

That’s all each of us is asked to do in any given moment – just show up.  Don’t give up.  Don’t hide out.  Show up.  The world needs what each of us has to bring and no one else has what you have to offer.  Your experiences, your vision, your words, your creativity – uniquely yours and deeply needed.  It doesn’t matter what’s already been said or done… no one else has done or ever will do what YOU have to offer.  There is only one _____________ (insert your name here), and there will never be another like you. 

We each have demons and things that threaten our well-being, peace of mind, and happiness.  What are yours and what stand do you want to take on behalf of yourself this day? 

As for me?  I vow to make this life matter.  I vow to take what I’ve learned from some of my most painful experiences and offer them as hope, strength, and inspiration.  And, I vow to enjoy my life – to live while I can, with no waiting.  I will be brave and courageous and wholehearted in my living – thank you, Brene´ Brown for that inspiration!  I am here and I choose to live! 

How about you? 
​As you step into this day, this new year, this new decade, what vow will you make as a heart promise to yourself?  Where can you be a light? Please drop me a note or share below.  I’d love to hear!  Together we help each other to see possibilities we may not have imagined before.  I stand beside you as we journey boldly into this new moment.  
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What a Month...

9/4/2019

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​What a month August was… in 31 days, I spent more days in places and experiences than I hope others experience in a lifetime – places where I felt alone and powerless and sad. Places where broken systems are anything but supportive and generate a sense of frustration and oppression.  Experiences that remind me I’m in a reality I certainly never imagined.

Places filled with fear, sadness, grief, and anxiety so thick you can feel it surrounding you as you enter the overflowing and slow-moving parking garage… places where no one wants to be. Places cloaked with the stench of sickness and the heaviness of despair – where people in white coats rush about and noises drone constantly.  You visit but don’t glean much information or hope.  Any day at the hospital is inherently draining. 

Places where I succumb to a search of my property and person even though I have committed no crime. I simply want to board a plane or love someone who is on the wrong side of the bars.  Places where those in uniform clearly hold the power, and it is most wise to suppress and succumb. 

Shopping for 6 whites, 6 socks, 6 boxers… alongside excited RIT and U of R students and their parents preparing for the upcoming school year and the promise it holds. I shop not for the hallowed halls of these institutions but for the stark concrete barricade of an institution of last choice and lost hope.  I hope you don’t know what this feels like, but if you do, know that you are not alone…

Phone calls that don’t simply ring through but require agonizing minutes of recorded messages along with so much button pushing… calls that cannot be answered on the fly and can’t be returned if you miss them. 

It’s been a month of epic highs, extreme lows and some flatline numbness.  Along with the places I’ve mentioned already, I’ve also had moments that blew me away with their beauty and wonder!

Leading retreat at the serene Himalayan Institute with a group of women who openly share their hearts; Camp is in Your Heart in the incredibly gorgeous Colorado Rocky Mountains with people who share inspiration, hope, and also struggle.  Guiding my sweet and wise Self-Care Sanctuary group through practices that nourish and sustain us and working with clients who are fully embracing their life and their strengths while facing their challenges… these are some of the highs.  I have also cherished quieter highs in times with my beloved or a dear friend, sharing simple moments of life as well as our dreams and fears. 

All of this has required me to walk between pretty open-hearted places (where I much prefer to be and how I really want to show up to life) and places where I’ve needed to armor up a bit, to protect my tender heart. It can be hard to dance back and forth between those two ways of being.

I’m generally a pretty optimistic positive person, and I have had more mornings than I’d like to admit that have begun with “I guess I’m ready to face the day.”  My practices are lucky if I don’t forget them, and I am fortunate when I have remembered…  they ground me.  Otherwise, my mind easily gets away from me into thoughts about the past or worries about the future. 

Why Share? 
Why share this with you?  Well, why not?  When I share, I no longer have to hold my story in silence and shame or fear of judgment.  As I share, each of you can lightly hold a piece of my story with me, which lightens the load on my heart.  I remember that I do not walk through this world alone. 

And, more importantly, maybe my sharing will allow you to open your heart and share yours. Each one of us has challenges and suffering that too often we try to bear alone.  Why?  What good does that do? 

If You are Hurting...  
If you’re hurting, please ask for help. Ask for listening.  Ask for support.  Ask for someone simply to walk with you through the pain.  And when you need it, ask for time to be alone.  But, always remember, you do not have to face this on your own. Whatever “this” is for you. 
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Find practices that support and nourish your body, mind, heart, and soul.  Here are a few that have worked for me:
  • Gratitude – this is a keystone practice for me. I find it every day, in the smallest of moments and in things I might otherwise take for granted, even for tears and sad feelings. I find gratitude for being alive enough to notice. 
  • Yoga – it brings all of our parts into the same space, reminds us of a strength and flexibility we may not have been feeling, and gives our nervous system a chance to settle for a bit. 
  • Rest – getting all the rest we need and letting it be ok, knowing that it takes a lot of energy to go through hard times.
  • Nature – whether that be a walk among the trees, sitting on the grass staring up at the clouds or stars, or getting out on the lake… nature has its own soothing embrace that bathes our souls in its gentleness.  
  • Simple Joy – find simple pleasures and let yourself enjoy them.  Find laughter and play.  Movies and mindless TV have been part of my self-care – they transport me out of my own head, life, and story, and carry me away to another place and time, if only for a short while.  They help to shift my energy. 
        Have something to look forward to every day and also make plans for concerts, trips, and fun              times with those you love. 

                        Your life is still happening and you deserve to engage in it,
                                              even when circumstances are grim
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  • Gentle yourself – (yes, I am intentionally using “gentle” as a verb – try it!) be very, very gentle with your tender, aching heart and lean into care, letting it be ok, releasing any harsh self-judgment. 
  • Simplify – eliminate the drudgery – avoid the tendency to treat your life as a chore.  Reschedule, delegate, and do what is absolutely required – the rest can and will wait.  Leave some (or a lot) of white space in your calendar; in hard times we need extra spaciousness and breathing room. 
Remember, even when things aren’t going well, you can still take time and find ways to take care of you so that you can live your life.  Where there is breath, there is hope.  If you’re reading this it’s safe to assume you are breathing.  Hold on to that hope and live YOUR life!  

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Sitting with Sadness

7/24/2019

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I woke up feeling super sad the other morning...and I don't really know why.  As I journaled with the grey rain falling down around me, the tears came, and I just let them.  As the day went on, I also spiraled into moments of frustration, anger, self-doubt, self-judgment - basically a messy stew of ickiness that I really don't like sitting in!  As I made up stories about why I was feeling this way, I knew they were just that - stories made up by me that weren't grounded in reality, but just a reflection of how shitty I was feeling, wanting to be able to place the blame somewhere, wanting to somehow make sense of this... 
 
Sitting with sadness… 
Can you sit with it?  Of course, you can, but who wants to?  I find myself having many other preferred feelings and an acute desire to jump out of my own skin and beyond the sadness into whatever’s next!  Anything is better than this lonely empty place.  Sometimes even anger is a welcome relief, simply to break up the dull ache.

And yet, if I can sit with my sadness when it’s here, this is part of coming home to myself. With love, with honesty, with kindness and compassion, and with integrity. With tears, with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, with all of my doubts and worries.  This IS self-care – the part we don’t often talk about.

When I can consciously sit with my sadness, I allow myself to sink into the feeling in my body – is it warm, heavy, tingly, spiky?  I let go of pretending that everything is fine. I let the tears flow.   I let go of the forced smile. 

I let go of the things I do to avoid feeling the sadness – you know, filling up my time with busy tasks, getting lost in social media hoping to find some true connection (oh, honey… this is not where you’ll find that!), housing that pint of Haagen Das (it really doesn’t even taste good), sleeping longer than I need to, or distracting myself basically in any way possible. 


Filling the Void... 
We all have our ways of seeking to fill that void.  Brené Brown talks about it as numbing and Jennifer Louden names these are our “shadow comforts.”  These things that we do take us away from the uncomfortable feeling.  They may even appear to be good choices at times, but they don’t really fill us up or nourish us.  In fact, they usually take us away from the things that truly would. 

And yet, all of this is part of being human.  We all go through these times, and it can be hard to know what to do with it.  I was talking with my friend, Mary, about this and she shared an experience of sitting with one of her young students whose feelings had been hurt.  She offered him this choice... did he want her to give him strategies to feel better or just let him be sad for as long as he needed to?  He chose to just feel sad... for about 5 minutes bawled his eyes out while she sat with him and gave him all the space he needed to feel exactly what he was feeling.  Then he was done.  Ready to move on.  What a gift Mary gave this little boy.  Too often we rush to find the "feel good" feeling again and skip over this part of our humanity.  Too often we try to make others feel better rather than just sitting with them. 

You are Not Alone... 
Does it suck?  Yup.  Does it mean there’s something wrong with you?  Not necessarily.  Are you alone when you're in this place?  No.  It sure felt that way to me that morning, and yet in reality, I was not.  I found a couple of friends who have the ability to sit with me in my messiness and hear all of the dark thoughts that creep into my mind.  I cried.  I remembered we all have these days.  I didn’t beat myself up too terribly much for being in that state.  Too often we add to the suffering by getting upset with ourselves for being upset! 

So, the next time you find yourself swamped by sadness, whether it’s expected or not, whether it makes sense or not, give yourself the grace of being a human being who feels.  I invite you to allow yourself the time to gently be with yourself and allow yourself to feel into it, rather than trying to push it down or away.  Be with yourself and allow yourself to feel all the feels – it is oh, so natural.  Give yourself the grace to get the support you need – reach out to a friend, get to a counselor, ask for help and allow yourself to receive it.   You don’t have to go it alone… 

And, if this is more than a passing sadness, but something that is taking you down and out of your life, please seek professional help.  Here are some resources to get you started: National Institute of Mental Health.

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Yes or No?

6/8/2019

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It’s not always easy to know where to direct our attention or spend our precious energy and time.  We live in an abundant world of possibilities… which is great!  Until it’s not…  

I, for one, can easily overwhelm and over-commit myself to too many groups (easy to do these days given the easy access to so many online groups as well as in-person ones), too many programs (anyone else a victim to the bright, shiny object syndrome??), too many practices (I love to learn and I love things that enhance my life…what can I say?)… And then I find I have too many “things” for too few hours!

And so when I woke up finding myself feeling overwhelmed, weighed down, and uncertain where to even begin I noticed the familiar tendency to freeze and just not do anything at all… or to distract myself in brilliantly disguised ways, doing things that need to be done, but maybe not right now. Or by doing things that don’t need to get done at all!  That social media rabbit hole is a favorite place for me to go at times like this. How about you?  Where do you go when you don’t know where to begin?  

In the past two weeks I’ve been to two workshops, and I’ve loved them both! They both involve practices that I would like to bring into my everyday life. And I’m just not sure where they are going to fit in.  Something needs to give to open up space in my hours. I can feel the confinement of so many things bearing down on me. The things I want to do. The things I need to do. The things that are calling me. The things that are drawing me in.  And the pressures of the places I think I should show up…  

I started to sit down at my desk and just start something, and very quickly realized that I had no idea where to begin. That’s when it hit me that today my morning routine had gotten disrupted and I hadn’t yet meditated.  This makes all the difference in the world for me, so I took myself to my seat and sat.

When you think you don't have time...  
The irony is that the moments when I don’t think I have time, is exactly when I need to make the time for the practices that support and sustain me.  Meditation is one for me.  Taking the time to sit with myself, to be with my breath, quiets my mind and calms my nervous system, taking me out of the reactive mode to a clearer place of discernment. From there I really can begin taking on one thing at a time with a much clearer head.  I can be more discerning.  I can begin.  
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What works for you when you get overwhelmed?  How do you decide what is a "yes, this is something I will do" rather than "no!" (at least not now).  Please comment so that we can all take in some new ideas.  Thanks!  Here’s to wise discernment and a little less overwhelm!  

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Where Can You Find More Joy?

1/28/2019

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​Holy cow!  Life can feel so hard, overwhelming, and heavy at times!  Everywhere we look there’s something to worry about, something going wrong, something to be bothered by.  Heavy!  Exhausting…  and I’m tired of being so tired by all that’s heavy and what I label to be “wrong.” 

So, I find myself wondering where can I find more joy and fun in my everyday life.   How can I bring in lightheartedness and playfulness, even when there are sad and challenging things happening in my own circle and in the world at large?  How might I create more beauty and softness around me?

Honestly, I need to take some time to consciously reconnect with what brings me joy, what I find fun. I’ve gotten a little out of touch with the carefree little girl I once was – this part of me that is still here but has been pushed aside for too long.  Can you feel your little one alive within you, just waiting to be remembered? 

It feels like it’s time for a shake-up and time to at all aspects of my life.  The old habitual “things” and ways aren’t doing it right now.  It’s time to look at my daily practices. It’s time to look at how I spend my time and who I spend time with.  It’s time to notice how I am showing up and asking what I’m bringing to the party.  For sure, what I put out is what I will attract.  Misery loves company.  But I don’t want more misery.  I want joy!  I want fun!  I want to laugh and play!    

How are you doing with your joy?  
How about you?  How are you wanting to feel?  What do you want to attract into your world?  Is it time for a change?  Maybe you, too, have gotten in a rut and feel ready to mix things up a bit.

What is it that brings you joy, delight, laughter, lightheartedness, and fun?  Take a moment and find a quiet place to sit with this question and see what bubbles up for you. 

How can you plan for a little of this each day?  It’s great to have vacations, retreats, date nights, and these types of peak experiences, but let’s make it simpler…  In this season of darkness, how can you bring some light and beauty into your home?  In this time of worry, what gives you reason to hope?  Can you tap into that?  In a time of sadness, fear, or despair, where can you find a little joy? 

What might be possible if you had a little more delight and a little more hope?  

Please share with us the ways that you find and create joy, fun, playfulness in your life in the comments below so that we can get some new ideas that we might try when our own are getting a little stale!  

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