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Choices

5/22/2025

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When things feel out of control, chaotic, and relentless in their bombardment on our hearts and minds… when we feel overwhelmed, scared, or anxious, it’s easy to feel powerless.  When we feel powerless, we may feel like we have no choice other than to do what we’re expected to do, what we’ve always done.  We forget that we always have choices.  We may not like the consequences of some decisions, but it doesn’t mean the choice isn’t available or worth considering or at least daydreaming about.

A month or so ago I had the great fortune to join Deb Denome of Finger Lakes Forest Immersion for a heart- and mind-opening one-day retreat: “Deepening our Dialogue with Nature.”  What a gift to immerse in nature – to feel her support and to hear her wisdom.  One of the invitations Deb offered us was to go into the field or woods and daydream, while inviting a non-human being such as a tree, bird, flower, or rock to daydream with us.  In that daydream, notice images that arise and also listen for any messages or reminders from these wise beings. 

I found myself sitting along a mowed path near a bird house close to the Quaking Aspen where a bluebird had visited for lingering moments on my previous experience.  As I sat and closed my eyes, I received several messages including: “LISTEN.” Mostly the birds stayed hidden in the hedge but their calls and songs were loud.  I also got “Soar to new heights,” which I’ll admit felt cliché, but since it dropped in, I received it for consideration.  Turkey vulture offered, "It can be effortless.  Even with torn and tattered wings."  As our group shared the various messages received from birds, honeysuckle, and grape vine, one that landed in my heart was, “I am free to imagine.” 

Since then, I’ve gotten curious about how well and how often I actually let myself imagine or dream into possibility.  The extent to which I don’t is somewhat startling to me – it challenges my story of who I am and what I stand for. 

It’s been surprising to me to see how limited I am in my own imagining of choices and possibilities!  I like to think I’m this great expansive thinker, open to possibility, curious, willing to explore… but when my husband threw a major life-changing possibility my way, I found myself back on my heels – unsure where to even begin thinking about it.  But also, curious.  This idea was outside of the assumptions I make about our life – where we’ll be, who will be in our life, what everyday living would entail.  I have been reflecting on this for a while.  Do I really believe what I preach?  How willing am I to take what feel like big risks or make huge changes?  How much security and comfort do I find in the status quo, even when the status quo doesn’t feel particularly safe or comfortable?  To what extent do I really follow my heart, listen to my soul?  What do I do when there are competing desires which can complicate the choices I face? 

I’m taking this time to challenge the assumptions, beliefs, stories that are so deeply rooted in the core of my being.  I go back to “I am free to imagine,” as an invitation to silence the thinking mind that wants certainty and familiarity and lean into my heart and soul to open up my imagining, daydreaming mind.  What could be possible if I didn’t immediately derail myself with, “Oh, we could never do that!”?  What might we choose if I didn’t worry about what other people would think? 

When facing big decisions, we need time and space for reflection, curiosity, wonder, and inquiry.  Sometimes we have to be willing to let ourselves ask unimagined questions sometimes with an openness for insights and ideas to come forward.  In that space we might discover something we hadn’t even considered.  When facing horrors in the world that seem fixed or certain, can we allow ourselves to imagine a different possibility, to help dream a different world into being? 

Often I go about life in a habitual way, as I suspect most of us do – it’s helpful.  It’s familiar.  It may or may not be a rut.  Some people love routine.  I am not one of those people, in general, though some structure can help contain me within my days.  On that habitual hamster wheel, it’s easy to find ourselves at bedtime unaware of the many, many choices we made throughout the day – even if those choices were to do what we always do.  Every single day we make a million choices – large and small that create our present and lead to our future. 

What can get in the way of making a change is thinking that we need to “get it right,” as if the “right choice” will give us control in an out-of-whack reality or guarantee us the outcome we desire.  Choices don’t give us control, and they do not guarantee an outcome.  But, interrupting the auto-pilot program that so often unconsciously drives us, we can bring in more intentionality and awareness.  When we see that we have choice and are aware that we are making decisions, we may feel a sense of agency in our lives that we weren’t aware was there.  If we can let go of the idea that there is a “right choice” for an unknowable future and accept that everything we do is just a guess or an experiment, we might be more willing to play, try, give something a chance and see how it goes. Choices come moment by moment, and they add up. 

For over a decade I have made the choice to practice gratitude – noticing and acknowledging things throughout the day that I am appreciative of.  Gratitude, without a doubt, has changed the way I look at, experience, and engage with life.  The circumstances of life are out of my control – devastating things have happened and continue to happen, personally and societally. 

What is in our control is how we respond to the circumstances, the stories we tell about what’s going on, the beliefs we hold and the beliefs we question.  We choose what we focus on, what we watch, who we listen to, how we choose to spend our free time and whom we share it with.  It’s also in our control how much attention and energy we give to certain people, certain happenings, and what dialogue and activity we choose to engage in.  We get to choose how and where we spend our money, what we invest our time and energy in, who and what we will support or participate in.  We can choose to align with our values and stay true to who we are inside when we are able to pause and notice the many choices we have in an out-of-control world.  Our choices impact our mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being.   So many choices affect how we show up to life! 

Another thing that can get in the way of trying something new is feeling that a choice is forever – once we make it, we’re locked in.  But as you examine your own life, is that really true?  Are you still with the same partner you had in sixth grade?  Still working the same job you had in high school?  Do you still live in the home you grew up in? Does your current work utilize your college degree or business training?  Maybe, and maybe not.  Likely there have been some significant changes you’ve made over the years.  Choices you’ve made that have altered the trajectory – maybe you even veered away from the path you never imagined leaving. 

An invitation for your reflection: Where do you feel you are choice-less?  Where do you cage yourself in with perceived limitations?  Is it possible there is another view?  Anything worth at least playing with in your mind or bouncing around with someone you trust?  How do you bind your own hands or heart and prevent yourself from making a different choice even when something isn’t working or something else is calling?  Do you let yourself hear and feel the call?  Where can you set yourself free to wonder, to get curious, to consider something you’ve never considered before? 

In my poem, “A Prayer for New Beginnings, “ I ask, “Why not?  Why wait?  What if?”  - beautiful poetic contemplations.  How often do I actually let myself consider these as if there were still-to-be-discovered choices lurking, lingering, waiting to be seen and heard?  Not often enough.  This moment.  It’s an opportunity to choose. 

What do you think? What helps you open to possibility? What gets in the way?  Please share!  

Further reading: 
It’s not surprising that as the founder of Inspired Possibility and one who calls herself a “Possibilitator” I often find myself thinking about and writing about choices!  Here are 3 pages of posts distinctly about the idea of choice – I invite you to see if any of these might be of interest to you (Barb’s blogs about choice).  


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Slow it All Down... Even when Times are Urgent

3/14/2025

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“The times are urgent.  Let us slow down.” – Báyò Akómoláfé 

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“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and freedom.” —Viktor Frankl
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In these urgent times, what if the most essential thing we can do is slow it all down?  Claim the space that Frankl speaks of – the space where power to choose lies.  Taking The Pause is the basis for everything else – for tending well to yourself, building relationships, acting mindfully, and creating the life and world you want to live in.  Pausing, slowing down, is incredibly powerful, but not easy.  Slowing things down requires you to break the pattern of reactivity which may have led to trouble in the past.  Pausing helps you establish new patterns and attunes you to your wisdom, your values, while giving access to deeper clarity and insight.  Without slowing down, it’s easy to get caught up in our stories, feelings, and fears.  So easy!  I do it on a regular basis. 

Slowing down grounds us in this moment.  We can face what’s here and come to grips with this moment’s reality: “Here we are…” - a moment of reckoning that might be missed if you’re hellbent on getting to the next thing or swept up in an emotional tidal wave.  Too often, noticing here we are is followed in a nano-second by, “so what do we do now?”  The mind desperately wants to seize control of the situation, to fix things, to solve a problem.  Sometimes that’s warranted and appropriate and other times we need time – to feel, to settle, to open our heart and mind.  The Pause gives you space for all of that and allows insights and ideas to emerge. 

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“Do you have the patience to wait
Till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
Till the right action arises by itself?”

― Lao tzu
When the world’s on fire or you have a child who’s struggling, the suggestion to wait, to remain unmoving can feel laughable, impossible, irresponsible.  Your whole being screams “There is no time to wait!  This is a crisis!” 

And yet, there is very little that doesn’t benefit from slowing down and taking a pause, be it for three breaths, three hours, or thirty days.  Unless there is fire raging or blood gushing in front of you now (which I doubt there is or you wouldn’t be reading these words), you likely can grant yourself and the situation a little time and space.  

You can move more effectively after taking time to quiet down, re-set, and feel what is here.  Stepping out of the fray allows you to question your thinking while you listen and receive wisdom, insight, guidance, and even a renewed energy to face what’s next.  The right action may arise when you’re not so constricted in fear, trying to force a decision.  

Without taking the pause, we find ourselves in reactive, fearful, conditioned, and habitual ways of behaving, and we may act prematurely without thinking things through.  If, instead, we allow the mind to settle, we will see more clearly, feel what’s ours to do when the time is right, and begin to get curious about what’s needed or wanted.  The fear, anger, and sadness don't necessarily go away, but the pause has given you time to check in with yourself and to find the wisdom in these feelings.  To get grounded.  To hear what’s true for you, rather than jump to comply or please others.  It’s one way to avoid over-extending yourself.  

Pausing is the essence of care, compassion, respect, and curiosity.  The pause broadens our lens to see the bigger picture – all that’s here, including whatever feels problematic, and also beauty and goodness.  Pause expands our thinking and opens up space for different ideas to emerge.  Pausing isn’t the same as strategizing or plotting how to control or overpower a situation, but rather a break to open up to possibilities that may currently be hidden from view.  

So, what does it look like to slow down or pause?  
  • In the midst of traffic or in an argument, rather than overheating or exploding, the pause could be as simple as mindfully taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself down rather than laying on the horn or yelling back
  • Upon hearing disturbing news for the umpteenth time in an hour, you might go for a walk and then come back to read the insights of someone you trust to help you decide what action, if any, you would like to take.  You begin to discern what’s yours to do, what you have the capacity for, as you accept the reality that none of us can save the whole world by ourselves.  
  • Slowing down may mean we talk something through with a trusted friend or counselor before making a move.  
  • In a time of overwhelm, exhaustion, or conflict, you might give yourself a loving timeout, not as a punishment, but as a gift to all.  Taking yourself to your room or out for a walk or drive as a chance to reset, re-ground, calm racing thoughts or heart so you don’t say or do something you’ll regret later 
  • In response to a relationship that’s wearing you down, you might choose to take a longer break and not engage for a number of days or weeks
  • A healthy pause could be mindfully deciding to take social media off your phone so that it’s not so easy to find yourself doom-scrolling in every empty moment

When I slow down I feel more open, more expansive, more inclusive.  My mind stops its incessant racing and fretting.  I breathe more steadily.  I find my ground, feeling the solidity of the earth holding me.  I see and hear things in my environment – I don’t rush over the bridge, missing the sea turtle lounging in the murky water.  I notice angels in the clouds.  I revel at the beauty, mystery, and magnificence of the everyday miracles of sunrise and sunset.  I breathe again.  And again.  And again.  Until I can feel the choices that are mine to make and discern which one is right for this moment.  I find the strength and inner guidance to choose rather than giving in to the shouting of others about what I have to do.  I feel my pain, anger, fear.  I cry the tears that have been held in too long.  And gradually, because everything is always shifting, my mood and my energy shift too and I am able to take my next step.  From here, I can show up to life more like the person I want to be. I catch myself the next time I've sped up and gotten caught in a reactivity loop, regroup, and begin again.   

When I don’t slow down people could get hurt – I whack my head on a doorknob because I was moving too quickly and not paying attention, or I bite someone’s head off because I'm overwhelmed.  I react rather than respond, and I’m much less likely to be the person I want to be.  I miss out on all that’s here, tightly focused on only what’s wrong or scary, even when I’m with people I love in a safe, comfortable environment.  My mind can carry me away and hold me hostage with it’s beliefs, thoughts, and opinions about what’s going on and what should be.  I amp myself up in a frenzied, reactive state.  I lose sleep.  I eat crap, seeking comfort from chips and ice cream.  It’s not good for me or anyone or anything when I’m swept up in chaotic energy.  

This message to slow down is one that Love gives me regularly (when I take the time to ask and record her response).  Here’s one of her messages from just the other day when I found myself rapidly spiraling: “Slow it down.  Bring it in.  What is within your reach?  What can you do that will help settle you?  Stay off social media today – all day.  Organize your piles.  Get outdoors and breathe fresh air.  Watch the ocean.  Listen to the birds.  Take the time you have to savor the time you have.  Stop trying to put out fires everywhere.  Breathe.  A lot.  Pause and breathe.  You need the oxygen.  Trust me – your brain will thank you.  Laugh.  Love fiercely.  Nothing can stop your ability to laugh and love.  Calm it down.  Bring it in, and love on yourself.  Fiercely love.”  (you can see more about my practice of interacting with Love and inviting in this wisdom in Love’s Wishes)  

Your thoughts?  
How does this land with you?  Helpful? Annoying?  Ridiculous?  
What works for you?  How do you slow things down? 
How and when would the mighty pause benefit you?
How can this idea help you be who you want to be and how you want to engage with life? 

Maybe we can’t save the world, but we can support our presence to be of benefit to it. 
Who do you want to be and how do you want to show up?  Good guiding questions in a life that feels out of control.  

And a song to speak to your heart... We don't Know We're Living 
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Finding Hope - In the Worst of Times

2/7/2025

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Writing about hope in horrific times?  Really?  Yes!  It feels necessary.  Maybe more important than ever.  So, here we go. 
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We are living in a time where chaos, confusion, and relentless actions are designed to exhaust us, divide us, and silence us.  We can easily lash out in anger or hide away in isolation.   Empathy, accountability, and respect seem to be lacking, particularly from those in power. 
We need hope to help us see beyond the muck of the truly despicable. 
  
The state of affairs in the US right now reminds me of the chaos that once consumed my family, crisis after crisis, brought on by chaotic substance use.  The too familiar dread in the pit of my stomach – afraid to look at my phone to see what the latest disaster is. 

One key distinction is that my son didn’t intend to scare us, cause chaos or harm.   His actions weren’t calculated, malicious, or planned out.  They were simply part of his mental health challenges which set off a chain of reactivity. 
I've talked with many people who've struggled with substance use, and know they never meant to hurt the people they love. 

It’s easy to be frozen in inaction, stunned into silence in times of great disruption, but we don’t have to collapse.  We can find a way to go on and to act in meaningful ways. Wringing our hands helplessly only adds to anxiety and withdrawal.    

We need hope to continue on – to love, to be generous or compassionate, to make a difference. 

Hope is Possible
Here’s what I know: hope is possible even in the most devastating times.  How do I know?  Because on the night my son, Nate, died, I reached over to my husband, grabbed his hand and said, “We will get through this.” 

Partly, I did this because I needed to hear myself say it, to believe it, because anything else was too impossible to imagine.  I said it even though it was also impossible to know how we would get through or what “getting through” meant.  Partly I did this because at least some part of me knew that it was true. 

In our 29 years with Nate, we endured so much – school struggles, family struggles, 14 years of the pain of watching him struggle with substance use and bulimia and all that that brought with it.  We’d faced so many times when I didn’t know how I or we would go on… but we did.  Now, not quite 2 years since his death, I still don’t always know how we will go on, but somehow, one moment, one breath at a time, we do. 

I imagine if you look at your own life, you’ve had moments or maybe stretches of years that feel relentless, agonizing, hopeless.  Times you’ve felt powerless and unable to see your way out of the struggle.  Maybe you’re in a time like that right now.  Either way, here you are reading these words, and that alone is a sign of hope. 

What Hope Is and What It Isn’t

At a conference late last November, “Bridging the Hope and the How,” our keynote speaker, Dr. Ashley Cross, Executive Director of Hope585 in Rochester, NY, said that hope isn’t a feeling.  That we can have hope even when we feel grief, sadness, fear.  I’m still sorting out how that’s possible. No words for it, but I have experienced it to be true. 

I’ve learned hope isn’t a flimsy wish: “I hope things get better.”  That’s just wishful thinking that doesn’t get you or anyone anywhere.  No change comes from weak wishing.  A wish like that allows you to step back and not take any responsibility for what could be. 

There’s another kind of hope that is fierce – it rises from deep inside and says, “No!  This is not how this story will end!”  That force can carry us, be a guiding light that calls us forward, even if we can’t see where we’re going.  This force nudges us forward, fueled by a belief in a better future and a knowing that we can be part of creating the future we long for. 

In his book, 8 Ways to Hope: Charting a Path through Uncertain Times, William Miller writes, “Hope is all about anticipation of what is not yet.  It is a liminal space, a threshold to what may yet be.”  What is not yet… what may yet be… those words alone bring pause.  An interesting reflection.  A reminder that we simply Do. Not. Know. All we can know is what’s already happened and what is happening right here, right now in our direct experience.  We do not know what is coming in the future.  Even when things are happening that make it look bleak.  We still cannot foresee the future.  We don’t have to fall into the trap of foregone conclusions.

Hope and Fear

Miller goes on to say, “…both hope and fear project images of what could come to pass, and both can be powerfully motivating. They are alternative lenses through which we view an uncertain future… Hope tends to expand our horizons, while fear contracts them.” 

Have you noticed that?  Fear brings us into tunnel vision where we only see the path of doom.  It constricts our bodies.  Breathing becomes shallow, jaw clenches, gut grips.  Our thoughts run on a repetitive loop with all that we fear.  “I know how this is going to go!”  We find ourselves unwilling or unable to imagine any outcome other than what we dread. 

“Fear can shut down the creative capacity to find better ways and even the will to find them.  Hope is about finding both the will and a way forward,” writes Miller.  When we feel trapped.  When we feel certain of doom.  When we feel powerless to do anything that will make a difference, we can lose hope.  Of course we can.  It’s so natural.  Especially if the scene feels familiar – you’ve been here before, so  “here we go again” thoughts come rushing in.  Of course. 

But, can you consider that this time could be different?  You’re not the person you were the last time you faced this situation, even if it was only yesterday or a few hours ago.  Which means that everything else about this scenario is also different than it was.  The door to hope cracks open a tiny bit.  Where there is possibility, there is hope.  Where there is uncertainty, there is hope.  Nothing has been determined yet.  Where there is life, there is hope.  Where there is love, there is more hope. 

When people come together for the greater good, hope rises and ripples out.  Hope and fear are both contagious – they spread between people like a creeping vine that quickly takes over.  So, you get to decide if you’re spreading fear or hope.  What seeds you want to plant? Can you be a force of hope, even in times of great darkness when all seems lost?

“Courage is not the absence of fear, but moving ahead in spite of it,” says Miller.  The fear will be here.  As will grief, sadness, confusion, anxiety, but they don’t have to be the only forces at play and we don’t have to give them the final word.  One thing is for certain – running around and adding to the frenzy and panic helps no one.  We must do what we can to find a ground that allows us to come into the world in a healthy way. 

Creating a Legacy of Hope
Hope creates hope.  We can give hope to others when they’re not feeling it.  Our words and actions can create a ripple of hope.  In Hope Rising: How the Science of HOPE can Change Your Life by Casey Gwinn & Chan Hellman, the authors share many ways to cultivate, strengthen, and grow hope.  Hope needs attention and effort to sustain it – it doesn’t remain untended.  In their final chapter, “Leaving a Legacy of Hope,” they share “Lessons Learned from Two Old Guys!” 

Some that feel poignant in this moment are:
  • Teach your children (and friends) to be hope-centered
  • When the time is right, make it OK to talk about the bad stuff in life
  • Empathy always opens doors
  • Listen more than you talk 
  • Run from negative people – find cheerleaders and encouragers
  • Surround yourself with positive role models
  • Focus on strengths, not weaknesses or deficits
  • Use your power and influence to bless children
When you use your powers for good, and act in ways that bless the children and the future children of the world, you are leaving a ripple that builds people up and generates more hope, kindness and caring. 

A friend once called me a “Possibilitator,” a term that lit me up.  I define it as “one who shines the light of hope and possibility, especially in times of darkness.”  In a world where so much is out of my control and beyond my influence, this is something I can offer.  Will you possibilitate with me?  We can also take the actions we’re called to to help create a better future.  None of this is about sugarcoating a shitshow or burying your head in the sand.  It’s about finding sustainable ways to show up for people and things that matter. 

It's All Too Much! Finding the Elusive Balance

Being bombarded by crisis after crisis feels relentless and overwhelming.  I don’t know that there is a magic formula for being informed and staying engaged so that we can take action as needed, while also taking good care of ourselves.  I do know that we must tend our hearts and health - mental, physical, spiritual, and emotional.  When we are well cared for, we can step up when and where we’re called.

Meditation has helped me be with my own mind, developing awareness of what’s going on inside, sitting with thoughts and feelings as they arise.  This allows me to act and speak in a more clear and intentional way.  We don’t need to completely avoid the realities of the world (and we couldn’t even if we tried to),  but with intention we can choose where we direct our attention.  We can help where we can, step away to rest and regroup as needed. Breaks are essential.   

We can carry hope alongside fear as we remember we don’t know what might yet be.

Balance in action and rest is elusive and not evenly matched much of the time.  There are times when we will be all-in on something stressful, that requires immediate action, and does not give us a chance to sit back and be more intentional and mindful.  However, when there are moments to regroup, refresh, and renew our mind and spirit, we must take them.  Those moments are critical. 

When you find people in the news taking over your life to the extent you’re missing moments of sweetness or delight with your partner, friends, or children, something has to give.  At our family picnic last summer, we began swirling into fear and dismay about the future.  My niece, Amy, brilliantly brought us back to each other and the precious gift of family time with a quick declarative, “That man is not welcome in our kitchen.  He is not invited into our gathering!”  Thank you, Amy.  I find I have to remind myself of this often.  To bring myself to what I want to allow into this moment, this space, my personal domain.

We get to choose who and what we give our time, energy, and attention to.  Certain people want nothing more than to consume all of it.  I implore you to take it back so that you can enjoy a quiet lunch with a friend, a walk in the woods with a beloved, sitting by the fire petting your cat, laughing at a stupid comedy, or getting lost in a song while you dance in your car. 

Please take time to notice the beauty and the goodness in life that is here, even as horrific events consume the airwaves.  It doesn’t erase or replace them, but it does broaden your perspective to all that is available.  Beauty, wonder, delight, joy, kindness, lightness – they’re still here even when seem overshadowed by the ugly.

Do what you can for the causes that matter to you, remembering you cannot do everything, nor do you have to.  Serve in a way that works for your body, nervous system, mind, and energy capacity – let others serve in their ways.  Some of us will march and make calls, some will donate money, others will provide meals, others will offer hugs and smiles and kindness where they can.  Others will sit quietly with a distraught family member or friend.  There are many issues to be addressed, personally and collectively. 

In her work of Revolutionary Love, Valarie Kaur reminds us of the midwife’s wisdom - we cannot push all the time.  We must also breathe.  In the resting and breathing, the next push can arise, and also in the pushing, we allow the breath to arise.  Without the breath, you will deplete yourself and have nothing left to give.   
 
If you’re facing a death or dealing with an illness or chronic struggle – your own or a loved one’s - you’re going to need your energy.  What we’re facing collectively in our country and world is something that is going to require sustained energy.  It serves no one for you to be on hyper-alert all the time.  In our journey with Nate, we learned that sleep was vital, and so we chose to turn off our phones at bedtime.  If something bad happened, we needed to be clear-headed and energized so we could respond in a more helpful way, rather than being sleep-deprived and overwhelmed by stress.  When can you allow yourself to disconnect for a period of restorative time?

What Helps You to Hope? 

I’m not always sure what helps me have hope.  I do hear my son whisper from wherever he is, “I’m right here, Momma,” and I can feel that.  I know that we still have each other and that he works with me and through me, and for that I am grateful.  I find hope in the people in my life – my husband and friends who bring love, laughter, tears, and joy.  I find hope in the nudges which prod me to create, offering what is mine to offer. 

I find great hope in remembering that many people before me have persevered in similar or worse conditions than I face.  In our country and around the world, many have endured centuries of treatment that could have led to despair and yet somehow, they have carried on.  Leaders like Martin Luther King Jr., Gandhi, and Mother Teresa have shown what’s possible in the face of violence and hate. 

Moms like Lori Drescher, Founder of Recovery Coach University, Pam Lanhart, Founder of Thrive Family Recovery Resources, Heather Ross, Family Recovery Coach, and Alexis Pleus Founder of TruthPharm, who have lost beloved children, inspire and uplift me and many others,  as they work diligently to support people touched by substance use.

Hope Doesn’t Need to be Grand. 

You might spend a little quiet time with Hope and ask, “Hope, what would you have me know?”  Take a few minutes and let Hope’s wisdom flow to you, writing it out in a note to yourself if you like.  In our last Finding Hope Within retreat, one participant received a beautiful insight that “hope can be small pinpricks of light.”  And also, that “hope is in the sidewalk cracks, not the sidewalk.” 

What does Hope want you to know? 
What helps you have hope? 
Who inspires you through their example? 
Are there negative people you need to give less time to? 
How can you sustain and support yourself in stressful times? 
What do you notice that’s good or beautiful in your world today? 
How do you want to show up in a troubled family, community, country, world? 

Finding the Will - You are not Powerless! 

Whether you’re facing a family challenge with substance use or you’re concerned about the state of affairs in the US and the world, your presence, your voice, and your actions make a difference.  When we feel powerless, like nothing we do matters, it’s easy to lose hope.  That’s when we’re at risk of isolating and finding ourselves paralyzed by fear or anger. 

What you do matters!  Your energy and presence matter, so please take the time to nurture and nourish your body, mind, heart, and spirit.  Now is a great time to double down on practices that build internal strength, peace, grounding, flexibility, and clarity.  That can look like getting out into nature, feeling the strength of the Earth holding you.  Practices like yoga, dance, or working out allows your emotions the movement they need.  Take time for contemplation, reflection, and mental rest through meditation, prayer, or journaling.  Find community where you can, because we need each other, so take time to connect with someone you hold dear, go to a support group, attend a spiritual community gathering, or join a resistance group. 

Be sure to take time for silence.  There is too much to take in right now and it can easily overwhelm.  Take media breaks.  Turn off your phone and put it out of sight.  Take a walk without listening to a podcast or talking to anyone.  Create some spaciousness so that you can think and act more clearly. 
Take some time to think about what practices best support you and make some time for them, even if only 5 minutes.  5-minute practices sprinkled throughout the day add up, and they will support you in this time that doesn’t offer any quick, easy fix.   
 
Finding the Way - Some Ways to Get Started:
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Step 1 - Pause... take a breath (or many breaths) - it's hard to imagine anything that could be made worse when we begin this way.  Take this moment to find center and grounding before posting, speaking, or acting.  Then proceed...  

If you care about someone struggling with substance use, please check out the Invitation to Change approach which will invite you to reflect on what it means to help, reimagine the role that loved ones can play in the change process, and provide you with evidence-supported strategies for helping.

If you’d like a simple way to get involved in speaking out about the current state of affairs in the US, 5 Calls offers a direct link to your congressional representative and Senators along with guidance on top concerns you may wish to convey.  Heather Cox Richardson is a clear and steady source of information.  Pace yourself in what you’re taking in and what you’re doing.  Do what you can and then step back to be refueled. 

Donate to organizations doing important work that matters to you – time, money, or needed items.  Whatever feels realistic and doable to you in this moment.  What might fill your heart as you give?

Create the things you are called to create.  It can be easy to shut down in the weight of overwhelm, but your creative offerings, whether that’s art, music, writing, videos, playlists, retreats… they are needed and they matter. 

Make time for music - Here’s an eclectic playlist for finding hope to support you in this wild and crazy time.  And here’s my Power Me Up Playlist for when I need a boost!  Music can lift your spirits or bring the release of tears, encourage you to keep going, or give you something to dance and sing to.  It helps us get out of our heads and into our souls.  Music matters.  Make your own playlist to carry you through the dark times. 

Find Your People – In times when we feel scared, alone, or isolated, community is even more important.  I know it’s harder to access because it takes energy and vulnerability to connect, but the effort will pay off.  Phone a friend!  Can we please bring back spontaneous phone calls and voice mails?  Even if we don’t connect, at least we can hear each other’s voices!  Find a group that supports your hobbies, passions, causes, personal development, recovery, or spiritual needs (to name a few), in person or online.  Remembering that you’re not alone can really help. 

The communities that are supporting my well-being right now that might be of interest to you:
The Open Heart Project Sangha - daily live meditation and discussion, weekly meeting, plus more! 
Bodhi Tree Yoga - a variety of online classes with wonderful teachers and a sense of community
   
Give yourself a little oasis – Speaking of community, I invite you to join me on Monday, February 17, for a mini retreat, Finding Hope Within from 12 – 1:30 PM ET.  Let’s come together, bringing whatever is present and cultivating a little bit of hope – that elusive what might yet be. 

Find and create joy, delight, wonder.  This is not a frivolous thing.  Your energy matters - how you behave and speak matters.  Small acts of kindness and moments of joy matter.  Keep doing what you enjoy with joy.  Joy is a form of resistance says Heather Cox Richardson (take a minute to watch this clip - it's very empowering!).  It allows you to take back your power and refuse to give in to the forces that are bringing you down.   Keep loving on people and believing in a better future, even if we don’t quite know what that will look like.

Find ways to offer compassion – to yourself and others. Our world desperately needs this energy.  Showing up and acting from a place of love, kindness, and compassion makes a difference and builds hope.  Your hope might take root, grow, and spread.  It’s certainly worth a try!

Hold your loved ones close.  Reach out and grab the hand of someone you love and say, “We will get through this.”  Even if you don’t know how, you’re planting the seed of hope and possibility.  Even if you might not get the outcome you would like, are you willing to give it a go? 

What's working for you?  Please, please share!!  We learn and grow together! 

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I Can't____, but I CAN...

8/22/2023

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This week feeds off of last week’s “Yes, and…” post because life is built upon those things we say “yes” to and the things we choose to do.  I find myself reflecting on the things I can’t do, while opening to what I can.  Where I choose to focus changes the energy I feel inside - whether it’s heavy and dark or lighter and expansive.  And also, how I show up to life, how I feel in life, and how I move with life. 

There’s much that I can’t do, and there is also much that I can.  The key is to remember choice.  I can sit on my deck or in my yard in the morning or night, appreciating, savoring that I get to live in this place of beauty, listening to my fellow critters…peepers, birds, cicadas, squirrels… letting them be a symphony to my ear and a balm to my soul. 

I can’t control other people’s negative, aggressive behavior (or ever understand why an elderly man in our neighborhood feels a need to ride around on his scooter with a nasty flag flying), but I can choose how I want to show up to this life that is mine.  I can build up my own strength and health.  I can write, speak, and teach, getting messages of compassion and fresh perspective and possibility out to the world.  I can do what I can to “leave behind the world a better way” as the Avett Brothers say in “Salvation Song.” 

I can create, find, and choose joy and peace. I can cultivate gratitude, wonder, and awe. I can do what I can to show up with mindful presence.  I can choose who I am and how I want to be with the life I have been gifted.  If you’d like to consider what a gift this day is, please take a few moments to watch A Grateful Day with Br. David Steindl-Rast.

While I can’t help my own son any longer, I can serve others, people who are someone else’s child.  So, this week, I have taken steps to put together care bags to hand out to people who are homeless, who stand on the corners with scrawled signs, asking for some morsel of kindness.  Instead of looking the other way (which I can’t any more, since I know any one of those people could have been my son on any given day), I now look for opportunities to look these people in the eye, to offer at least my love and a smile if I have nothing else to give.  But I also want to give more.  To extend a hand of kindness to someone who too many look away from, thinking “you can’t save everyone” or “why don’t they go get a job?” or who knows what else. 

And so, I am compiling care bags with snacks, personal supplies, and resource cards for #Neverusealone and local supports for harm reduction and housing.  Since Nate died, I’ve wanted to create cards with his picture on them.  Cards that say “in loving memory of Nate, forever 29” and “I see you.  You matter.  Please take care.  You are not alone.”  Cards that list local numbers which might actually offer help when and if a person reaches out. 

This week I created and ordered those cards.  You too can download and print the Never Use Alone resources here and have them handy when you offer a little money or your kindness to a person in need.  I put together a wish list on Amazon so that others could easily and quickly buy items to help me fulfill this mission.  If you’d like to be one of those angels, I welcome your support and you can find that list here, or email me if you’d like to send a check or online payment for this purpose. 

As I look at the cards with my son’s loving gaze and I pull together the items that I hope will brighten someone’s day, my heart feels full and grateful that I can serve in this way. 

I can choose to live, even though Nate and so many don’t.  I can live for them, to honor their lives.   I can focus on what I can do and be, which will keep me moving forward rather than staying stuck in the agony of what I can’t do.  I can do it honestly, authentically, imperfectly, with integrity that allows all of the human experience as part of it.  I can continue to look for, notice, pause, and savor the beauty that is here every single day, rather than dwelling on the ugly that is much louder and for some reason highlighted by the news and social media.  It seems more prevalent, but I doubt it really is. 

I can do what I can to brighten another person’s day, simply by offering a smile or holding a door, saying “thank you,” letting someone in in traffic.  It doesn’t have to be costly.  And, when able, I can donate time or money, buy someone’s drive-through order without them even knowing (that’s so much fun!).  There are opportunities for kindness every day. 

I can do what I can to help others - to be kind, compassionate, generous, and loving.  And, I can only hope that it makes a difference.  I can’t save my son’s or anyone’s life, but maybe I can make a difference to someone.  It’s certainly worth a try.  Kindness and compassion are in short supply.  Let’s do what we can.  Let us be loving forces of light in this world.  That’s who my son was, and it’s who I hope to be as well.  Out of pain rises purpose and passion to do what I can. 

A lot of what we think we can’t do may be things we simply haven’t learned yet or trained for (more of a “I can’t yet…” or “I don’t know if I can because I’ve never tried.”)  We may surprise ourselves if we open to the possibility that maybe we can.  Don’t close the door too soon. And for the things you know you can’t do, I invite you to look at what you can do instead.  If you can’t help someone you love, who can you serve?  If you can’t do one activity you wish you could, what can you do as an alternative?  If you don’t have the financial means to do something, what might be a nice, affordable substitute? Shifting our focus from what we can’t do, to what we might be able to or what we can, can make a world of difference.  

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Yes, and... Life is One Big Improv

8/14/2023

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I got together with a friend/teacher/mentor/coach the other day and I’m so glad I did.  As we sat outdoors, enjoying our coffee and lemonade, we talked for over 2 hours about life, death, struggle, and joy.  We shared our truths and our hearts.  So grateful for precious 1:1 time like this - real conversation, heartfelt connection and care for one another, true interest in what’s going on in each other’s worlds.  This man and I do not shy away from the hard topics.  We dive right in.  But we don’t wallow in the misery, by any means.  He also reminded me about joy and the ability to choose.
 
He reignited within me a desire for joy by sharing his commitment to only take on work that brings him joy.  Even in important, life-altering work, joy is possible.  Even with something as heavy as supporting people around substance use and recovery, joy is possible.  I want to work with people who are open to wonder, awe, delight, even in the hardest and heaviest of times.  No doubt watching a loved one struggle, fearing for their life, or losing them certainly are some of the hardest, scariest, heaviest times I’ve known. 

And yet, even after Nate’s death, there are turkeys in wildly unexpected places, owls everywhere, feathers dropping out of nowhere, song lyrics, people appearing out of the blue to amaze and delight us, to touch our hearts, to wake us up to the mystery beyond what our little human minds understand.  Even now he reminds me to be touched by the life we shared, the moments of joy and delight, the laughter, the not-so-serious times before things got so serious, and even the joy we found while they were very serious. 

I don’t need to carry the yoke of his death around my neck forever because the delights of life are also still available to me.  Wonder and awe are everywhere if my eyes are attuned to look for them.  Joy dances in my heart, waiting to be set free.  At a campfire, watching grown women blow bubbles, listening to heart-wrenching music with my sister while coyotes yip and yap in the nearby hedge, feeling both invigorated and a little terrified all at once.  Dancing and singing at a P!nk concert, surrounded by glitter, boas, pink tie-dye, and neon landscapes, holding my breath while she soars overhead, praying that cable and harness hold.  Taking in the early morning sun as it casts its light on the hills, on the lake.  Appreciating moments of silence, the stillness of this day.  The fact that I get another day.  That I get to have time with friends who are delightful rays of sunshine.  Getting to connect with one of Nate’s close friends, and being able to bake for her and get to know him through her heart and eyes.  Time for yoga, time to clean if and when I feel like it.  Making time to write and letting go of any rules I might have once held about what a blog should be.  All these things carry their own kind of miraculous wonder and awe. 

Yes, there is a lot of shit in the world.  A lot of angry, scared, exasperated, and aggressive people out there. I see them every time I hit the highway - their energy shouts at me from their window stickers and their rapid pole-positioning.  I see them online venting their frustrations and accusations.  People who are afraid act out; they try to control because too much feels out of control.  I get it. I’ve been there. 

And yet… music is still being made, gorgeous cakes are being baked and decorated, birds still sing, butterflies dance unaware of this craziness, campfire flames leap and kiss marshmallows to golden perfection, stories are shared, memories held, poems melt hearts, dreams ignite, and beauty  is everywhere. 

If only we slow down enough to notice, even when our hearts are broken, love and wonder, awe and delight are everywhere, available, waiting.  Each day, each moment offering a new beginning.  We do not need to buy into the story that life must be a slog.  We do not need to take on the “poor me” persona that comes when people know you’ve had a devastating loss, are facing a dire challenge, or are in treatment for a disease they’re calling fatal.  Hope can remain.  Miracles abound. Truly. 

Sometimes it’s a game to catch Nate’s signs and to simply delight in them.  I let him know I get it. I see him.  I hear him.  I feel it.  I laugh. I thank him. 

Life does not have to be a burden to bear.  Couples do not have to play out the sitcom roles of annoying and being annoyed with one another.  Workers do not have to surrender their joy for a job they hate, be available for it when they have nothing left to give or when they’re supposed to be done for the day.  No one is obligated to be on call all the time.  Turn off the damn phone and be present with the people right here, to this moment offering itself for your delight. 

We can take back the joy.  Even after the unimaginable has pierced our hearts.  Our hearts still long for love, laughter, excitement, delight.  They really, really do.  Don’t worry.  It doesn’t erase the pain or negate the loss.  But, living in endless suffering honors no one.  Living in constant fear serves no one.  Pushing beyond the point of exhaustion is good for no one.  So, bring on the joy.  Show up to life and embrace it wildly. 

Let life live through you.  Yes, I am broken hearted at the loss of my son, and still I get up each day and engage with life.  Yes, I wish he were still here and we had one more chance, and we don’t, so I choose how I will continue to live. 

Where can you find ways to say, “Yes, this bad thing has happened or is happening, and… still I will ____ (have fun, find delight, rest, create peace, etc., whatever is true for you).”  or “Yes, I do have this responsibility/commitment/obligation, and still I can_____________” 

​Where can you free yourself to live life a little less burdened and a little more playful?  Where can you get curious?  What opportunities might you give yourself?  Because one thing I now know for sure is that life is one big improv.  We don’t know what will be thrown our way, and so it’s up to us to choose, moment by moment how to respond.  How to engage.  

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Catching Moments

11/25/2022

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It struck me recently how easy it is to miss the simple, little moments that make up most of life, waiting for some grand event - either a catastrophe or a wild victory.  Which got me thinking how important it is to slow down, to pause much more regularly, in order to notice. To not miss what’s right here. 

Fear... so adaptable...  
I’ve also noticed how freaking adaptable fear is… it doesn’t go away.  It just morphs from one thing to another.  Once an issue feels pretty stable or secure, fear goes looking for what to worry about next. 

And that’s why it’s important to pause from time to time and get some perspective.  To say to yourself, “Self… would you have worried about this a year ago?”  If the answer is “Hell no! This would have been better than anything I could have ever imagined…” well, then, we need to remind ourselves to notice what’s good and right in this moment.  To appreciate it.  To not miss it. 

Will there always be things to be afraid of and worry about if you have that tendency?  Sure!  And, is it possible to keep the fear of what might be from getting in the way of the beauty of what’s right here?  It is.  With a lot of awareness and ability to take a step back. 

That’s what I’ve been doing a lot lately.  Finding myself getting caught up in a frenetic spin, checking myself with a sweet, “hey now, wait just a minute…”  and reflecting.  Seeking that perspective.  Remembering how things have been much worse.  Remembering that I have no idea what the future holds.

Coming into this moment and appreciating it for what it is. 

Finding Beauty... 
Cheryl Strayed shares her mother’s sage wisdom to “put yourself in beauty’s way.”   What does that mean to you?  To me, it means looking for beauty each and every day.  Beauty in the physical world and also beauty at the heart level - beautiful interactions, small, simple moments - a shared hug, a shared tear, a shared laugh, or a quiet moment alone.  All beautiful in their own way. 

And in Keep Moving: Notes on Loss, Creativity, and Change, Maggie Smith shares how she and her children regularly call out to one another for “beauty emergencies!”  Come see the sunset before it’s gone.  Catch the eagle in flight!  Take in the beauty of the snow softly falling.  Let everything else wait and come here right now.  This is an emergency!  I love it!!

To me all of these reminders call me back to my quest to live life while I’m here.  To not miss the things that matter - saying yes to invitations and opportunities to be with people I love.  Prioritizing the things and people who matter most to me and to my heart and soul.  Finding gratitude - each and every day, no matter my mood, no matter the circumstances, it’s there waiting for me.  Finding it helps to balance perspective even on dark, sad, scary days. 

Finding One Good Thing...
This month my friend, Christine Callahan Oke proposed that for the month of November we share One Good Thing per day - #onegoodthing - and it’s been great.  Knowing that every day I will find something to share that is it for me that day.  Seeing what others are noticing and appreciating.  I think I may just keep it going even beyond November.  Why not?  It’s these simple practices that help us build our resilience, our appreciation, and our presence in life. 

Life is made of many moments.  Sometimes the simplest are the sweetest.  Let them be enough.  Let go of waiting for the grand event or the grand finale. It really is the steps along the way that create the journey that is our life.  


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Many & Mixed Emotions

7/1/2022

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Whew! It’s been a week of many emotions, from the pits of despair, to peace, to joy.  Memories, moments swirl within, weaving together, making up my reality.  Healing is happening.  Growth is happening.  Layers peeling back.  Heart breaking open.  Trauma being released. 

Car screams help.  Tears help.  Laughter helps.  Saying “yes” to spontaneous invites help.  Reaching out helps. Conversation and connection help.  Pausing to notice change and growth and to acknowledge it helps.  Holistic healthcare helps – a lot.  Grateful for all of my practitioners who have ideas and an understanding of how to help that seems to be beyond the scope of Western medicine. 

I have felt myself swirling down into the too familiar drain of doom… taking one data point and projecting it into a future reality, that I obviously have no idea if it will ever come to be or not.  Our minds are so quick with the stories, find such reassurance in certainty, think they know it all.  They don’t. 

But the old triggers awaken the automatic responses – before I even know it, I’m back in the old ways, swirling in the old thoughts, feeling the old fears.  I don’t have to stay here. I am grateful for the reminders that change is not a smooth linear upward path.  It never is.  Growth happens in fits and spurts, in setbacks and hesitations, in erratic and unpredictable ways.  The path is rarely clear. 

So, keep my heart open.  Allow space for what’s here in this moment.  How can I be with myself?  Who can support me?  It’s clear I need to expand my network.  My immediate desire is to call Mary… and, of course, I can’t.  And though she plays me music to let me know she’s right here, it’s just not the same.  Thankful for the friends who do call.  Who ask, “What can I do to support you?” or who simply offer their care and love.  Thankful for talking with my family.  Thankful for hard, honest conversations that reflect so much.  Thankful when I can help another. 

This week has hit me in so many ways, from mundane and simple overwhelm from trying to do too much in too little time, to self-criticism for doing that, to more extreme situations.  I’ve had moments of absolute divine flow and grace, sailing smoothly through with no rushing or lateness – definitely a rarity!  And I’ve had moments of forgetting things like money to pay my acupuncturist or important documents to share with my coach.  Oh well… move on through.  I can pay her next time and bring those papers in a couple of weeks.  We work with what’s here. 

Driving through our old neighborhood the other day brought up so much… dreams of what was to be and the reality of what wasn’t.  A mix of sweet memories of my kids’ childhoods twirled and danced with scary, disappointing, and terribly sad ones of later years.  I felt my heart ache for it all, felt my throat clench as sobs started to rise, and I took myself to the park.  I sat in the car in the parking lot and I journaled… I let everything come through my pen onto paper.  I let myself cry.  I let myself feel and release what had been stuffed tightly down for too long as I claimed all of it as part of this reality that is my life. 

I know for me healing includes walking through the fire, facing what’s before me.  As I can face it, I can release it.  I can see where I’ve been and where I am now.  I can reckon with the horribly hard stuff, embrace the sweet stuff and I can accept all that falls in-between. 

Contemplation sometimes moves to action too quickly for my being to keep up.  I love our spontaneity overall. And, sometimes it catches me off guard.  We decided to sell our boat. It took less than 72 hours and it will be gone – whisked away to some other lake to cart grandkids around. That makes me happy.  We had a nice run over to Beachcomber the other night for the classic summer dinner by the lake while they play beach volleyball.  One of the things we’ve always loved doing with the boat!  This morning we took our last spin around the lake.  Getting to be captain one more time, I soaked it in.  Tears ran down my face for all the reasons – mostly because this dream ever came into reality! All my life I wanted a ski boat.  9 years ago, we got our first one and it’s been a wonderful thing.   Savoring the memories and at the same time relieved to be done with any hassle.  Knowing there will be moments I will miss it and long for it, and knowing overall it will be a relief. 

Why in the world am I carrying on about such an inconsequential thing at a time when the world is raging with so many consequential and incomprehensible things?  Because it’s all part of it… each one of us is affected by the small personal things, the big personal things and the collective stuff of the world.  I don’t know anyone who’s not feeling some level of weariness right now. 
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It’s a really good time to take good care of ourselves.  And it begins, for me, with allowing the many mixed emotions to move through me.  Tears, laughter, delight, agony… they can all come through in any given day. What I try to remember is that “this” won’t last.  Whatever this is… it will change, morph, release, move on, and something else will quickly fill its place.  

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Unknown and Uncertainty

4/25/2022

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Sitting with these ideas for today’s #AtoZChallenge.  We live in a world of uncertainty, and we are always stepping into the unknown, individually and collectively.  Depending on what that unknown is can fill us with excitement or anxiety, hope or dread. 

Sometimes it’s clear that we are in a state of transition – leaving a job or relationship, graduating college, getting married, moving across the country, having a baby…  in these cases, we know we are leaving behind a familiar life to enter into a new one.  What we don’t always see so readily is that we are always in transition. Our bodies, our reality, our relationships, minds and ideas are continually morphing and evolving. 

Other people fill us with their fears, worries, or faith, which may or may not be helpful.  Each of us is living in the unknown, uncertain of what’s to come.  Most of us don’t like to admit or accept that.  So, we do what we can to control, to create some level of imagined certainty.

We make decisions and choices, take actions trying to ensure the outcome we desire, unwilling to admit we can only take the next best step for the best chance of the things we hope for.  There is freedom in accepting that truth. 

The only things that are known or certain are those things that have already happened. 

And, so, what keeps us going?  Why do we continue to show up?  I guess because the unknown also offers the possibility of things beyond our imagination.  Our negativity bias causes us to focus on what could go wrong, but at the same time our spirit and soul call us to what could be wonderful or amazing.

Knowing is actually way less interesting than we admit.  Who would watch a multi-hour sports event or movie if they knew how it was going to end?  (Well, unless, like me, you’ve seen it before and you don’t remember or you don’t care because the story is so enthralling!). 

We spend hours of worry about how our lives or our loved ones’ lives will go.  We humans are fascinating!  Playing this game of strategy and faith, effort and flow, making moves, taking chances, riding on hope.  And, there it is again, that mighty force that some call weak. 

Hope encourages us, supports us to say yes to the proposal, to take the stage, to leave the toxic relationship and head out on our own.  To put down the drink or drug that has consistently brought comfort to see if there might be a better life without it.  The hope that tomorrow will be a better day nudges us forward.  Something has to push us, pull us to leave the known and risk the vast uncertainty of the unknown.  To wake up and step into a new day and see where it takes you. 

“When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for you to stand upon or you will be taught to fly.”
― Patrick Overton, The leaning tree

My favorite days are “Let’s see where the spirit takes us” days.  Days with absolutely no plans, and where we let go of control, just checking in moment by moment to see what we’d like to do.  What we want to eat?  Is this a time to rest, read, or go for a walk?  What adventure calls to our hearts?  What might be fun?  What would feel comforting and nourishing? 

To find the ability to flow with it, gently, sweetly, one moment at a time.  Not needing an agenda.  Not needing to know.  It can be uncomfortable, but it can also be wonderfully delightful when I pause and listen within, feel into the longing of my heart and soul, let go of the worry of wasted time. 

This is where I sit right now.  Is this a day to relax and write?  To bake?  To go to a movie?  In the sweetness of no schedule, I don’t know.  And, I am savoring the unknown.  It gives me permission to decide, to choose, to see… These are my favorite days. The ones not dictated by meetings, classes, work, commitments, or appointments.  They are a rare gift in a busy world.  “Seizing” this day does not mean it has to be productive or anything other than what it is.  It only asks me to show up and be with it, as it is, as it unfolds. 

And, yet, feeling the uncertainty of our future, having just watched the memorial video of a young man gone too son, compels me to invite us all to live a life we will remember.  To love openly, to care deeply, to hug our people, to capture memories, and make new ones.  This life is so precious because of its uncertainty.  We don’t have to strive to make things happen, but we don’t want to miss what’s here. 

What grounds you as you find yourself swirling in the midst of uncertainty?  What helps you stay steady as you step into the great unknown?  What practices do you have that hold you most reliably when times are tough?  For me, meditation, morning pages, yoga, getting outdoors in the beauty of nature bring me home, and connecting with those I love is critical. 

What does it mean to you to live a life you will remember?  What’s calling you? What feels most meaningful and important these days?  Has that changed over the years?  I know, for me, I have little desire to go back to how I used to be when I was much younger.  And I do long to step into my next chapter from a place of purpose and joy. 

A few recommendations and invitations for you:
Katrina Kenison writes beautifully about life and its various stages, looking at transitions and life changes.  I have recently finished Magical Journey: An Apprenticeship in Contentment, a beautiful book for women in midlife, changing roles and relationships with growing children, finding themselves again after career and parenting change.  I highly recommend this as well as The Gift of an Ordinary Day: A Mother’s Memoir of Letting Go.  Both books and her blogs, which are beautiful and thought-provoking, call us to be present to the everyday moments as our lives and relationships grow, evolve, and become their next version. 
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Here are a couple of musical accompaniments for this life journey:
The Nights by Avicii – “Live a life you will remember!”
I Did It All by Vince Myers 


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Striving, Success, and Sustainability

4/22/2022

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Seems a lot of people begin their adult lives striving… working hard, trying to achieve something.  For many there’s a vague sense of what they’re aiming for, and for others there’s a very clear end goal in mind.  And, so the climb begins…  striving, driving, pushing to achieve, to prove, to feel worthy. 

We may be following a dream or course set out for us by someone else – our parents, teachers, or other adults who thought they knew what was best or right for us.  Things might look great and we feel like we’re checking all the boxes.  And then, at some point we may find ourselves unhappy, dissatisfied, even if things look great on the outside.

Somewhere along the way, many of us hit a point of wondering what the heck we’re doing.  Feeling like the goals we had set don’t matter as much any longer, whether we’ve reached them or not.  We begin questioning what really matters.  Is it having a 6 or 7 figure salary?  The fancy car? The prestigious title or position?  Who are we trying to impress and what are we trying to prove? 

So, we begin to look at the pace we’ve been going at and find that it’s just not sustainable.  In order to see if what you’re doing is sustainable, take a moment and get really honest about your energy, resources, reserves, and sense of enjoyment and fulfillment.  You may discover you don’t want to keep going the way you have been for decades.  If that’s the case, it’s time to start looking for what brings a sense of contentment, peace, and joy. 

Each one of us gets to define what success is for us.  How is it measured and how will you know if you’ve arrived? What will a successful life look like?  How will you be spending your time? Who will you be with?  What does an ideal day look like in a successful life (for you)? 

Asking these questions can free us from staying on a path that no longer makes sense.  It allows us to lean into our own values and priorities and create our reality with these as our guiding forces. 

One friend says “Hey, we only get so many heartbeats…” True and that number is unknown.  But each day we can decide where we allow those heartbeats to take us.  What we do know it that “finitude” is certain.  This life will end.  When you are looking back over your days, how will you feel about the way you have spent them?
 
The Dash Poem
by Linda Ellis
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on the tombstone
From the beginning...to the end
 
He noted that first came the date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
 
For that dash represents all the time
That they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them
Know what that little line is worth
 
For it matters not, how much we own,
The cars...the house...the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
 
So, think about this long and hard.
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.
 
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
 
And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
 
If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering this special dash
Might only last a little while
 
So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent YOUR dash?
 
As you reflect on your life and how you’re spending your time, energy, and resources today, are you content?  If not, what changes do you want to make? 
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As you look ahead to the rest of your life, how do you want to feel?  What impact do you want to have made?  What do you need to do now so that you don’t burn out before you get there?  


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Less is More

11/9/2021

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PicturePhoto Credit Renee Veniskey
Less is more... I know it's true and I feel the relief when I can actually let this idea guide me.  And yet, I'm finding that after decades of efforting (and probably over-efforting many, many times), even when I don't think I'm doing or thinking or trying too much, I am.  It really takes a lot for me to let down, to do less, to try less hard…  
 
How have I been reminded?  My body is showing me.  It's coming through in chronic holding patterns in certain muscles that clench and grip all the time, even when they don't need to.  It's coming through in tiredness from days that are booked too fully or that I simply fill with too many things and too many hours.  It's coming through in carrying an excessive number of books and notebooks with me for short trips, thinking I'll get to way more than I do (and more than I even want to).  It's reflected in mental fatigue when I think I can do too many things, accomplish too many tasks, finish too many projects in too little time!  It lives in unrealistic expectations imposed upon myself that I would NEVER hold for another human being.  
 
How might this idea that “less is more” be supportive and nourishing if it could truly be embodied and brought to life? 
  • Well, for one, it would open up more space and time on the calendar, allowing for more breathing room, less stress, and more time to pause and relax.
  • It would come through in a body that feels less tight, less over-worked, less over-stressed, more rested, more open, more expansive.
  • It would be reflected in less clutter and more open space, fewer clothes overflowing closets and drawers, fewer books taking up every inch of shelf space and beyond (which would also lead to more breathing room and spaciousness).
  • Overall there would be a sense of trying less hard - less tension and effort in yoga and Tai Chi, and even in meditation.  There would be a remembering there's no need or way to be perfect (especially with something that's new!). 
  • It would come through in a more relaxed way of being in the world… letting go of any need to impress anyone or prove anything.  Letting go of being the doer-of-all-things and the taker-carer-of-all-people.
  • There would be a sense of sweet simplicity, taking things one moment at a time - not multi-tasking, double-booking, or over-committing.  This is a great time to year to be conscious about that!
  • There would be fewer programs paid for and never completed or feeling woefully behind in - pausing and discerning before following “bright shiny objects” everywhere would keep you cued in to what is really doable and what would truly be beneficial at this time in your life, given your current reality.
  • You'd find yourself not packing things too full - programs, PowerPoints, retreats, vacations, days… life! 
  • Life would move at a sustainable pace and in a sustainable way.  You could lower the bar on yourself - lessen unreasonable expectations. 
  • You'd experience more lightness, ease, and joy, I believe!  As there is less stress, angst, anxiety and worry, there's room for more openness, acceptance, wonder, and support. 

What does it require?
  • Mindful awareness
  • Discernment
  • A willingness to resist temptation, the ability to say “no” and to be realistic
  • Pause (that pause… it's always so, so valuable)
  • Honesty, particularly with yourself
  • Gentleness and self-compassion

Of course, I offer all of this hypothetically speaking! I have only a vague idea what it really means to live from a “less is more” place, but I can certainly imagine the possibilities!  I am willing to try it out more often!  
 
Your invitation… 
Take a few minutes to consider if “less is more” is something you'd like to experiment with in your life.  Would it benefit you in any way?  How and where might you begin to play with this idea, lightly, gently, and kindly?  (no harsh taskmaster in a “less is more” world!).  
 
Is there anything you need to give yourself permission for?  A promise you want to make to yourself?  
 
Play with these prompts, if you like:
I'd like less___________and more ___________
I will create less ________  and make room for more ______________
If less is more, what's possible? 
Where would I like to begin? 
 
This week's meditation, “Less is More," invites you to apply it to your practice - trying less hard, expecting less of yourself and of your practice.  
 

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