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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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My altar of hope
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Love's Wishes

1/10/2025

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I know this is a hard month for many of us with fires and wars raging, outrageous things being said, outrageous things happening. There are a lot of crises and you may be experiencing pain.  Maybe, like me, you're feeling worry and anxiety about the future that lies ahead.  Welcome you to this moment, just as you are. 
 
In this time of darkness, this season of hibernation, slowing down, and going within, I offer tenderness, gentleness, compassion, and an invitation for you to receive.  
 
A beautiful song came on my playlist and I knew I wanted it to be my next note to you all: Find the Light sung by David Ramirez.    “I wish upon you peace… but most of all I wish upon you love.” There's so much I wish for you, but nothing more I could wish upon you than love.  ❤️❤️
 
Take a few moments to listen to this heartfelt offering of love.  Close your eyes and take it into your heart.  What does it stir?  Even if you're in a dark time or place, how does this land?  
 
Find The Light
written by Rene Ramirez
I wish upon you peace
I wish upon you grace
I wish for less of what you want
And more of what you need
 
I wish upon you an old light
With a heart that stays young
But most of all I wish upon you love
 
I wish upon you truth
When all you feel is doubt
I hope you know that an open mind
Still knows when to shut things out
I wish upon you a brave heart
that will always rise above
But most of all I wish upon you love
 
Cause as the sun sets, well
the moon begins to rise
So even in the darkness
you'll find the light
 
You'll find the light I wish upon you an easy life
I wish upon you hard times
I hope you know that both joy and pain
Each need their moment to shine
I wish you ears that are quick to listen
That you're slow to use that tongue
But most of all I wish upon you love
 
Cause as the sun sets, well
the moon begins to rise
So even in the darkness
you'll find the light
 
You'll find the light Oh now even in the darkness
you'll find the light
 
As I talked with a friend the other day, it became clear just how very harsh I was being with myself, even when there was no good reason. So I started reading my messages from Love aloud to her.  Often in my morning journaling I ask the question Liz Gilbert introduced me to, “Love what would you have me know?”  Tears streamed as I read and let my heart receive Love's tenderness and generosity. Somehow even though the words come through my pen, they feel like they come from a greater force beyond myself.  
   
 
I thought maybe you'd appreciate some of these too, since I don't think I'm the only one who gets down on herself, feels overwhelmed from time to time, or gets caught up in worry.  You'll let me know if I'm wrong, right? 😊
 
So, here we go, some wishes from Love to you:
 
✨ One breath.  One moment.  Move at that pace.  It's enough.  Just be present.  Be with yourself honestly, openly, with that beautiful open heart.  Honor and tend to yourself through it all.  You are so brave, so honest, to face things head on when you can and listen for the moment of opening.  You don't have to blast the doors down…in your own time, my darling.  Held in love. Always.  
 
💕 Beloved, keep following your heart.  Keep loving - yourself and your people, well.  Take very exquisite care of your body, your heart - rest as needed.  Take breaks.  Don't push.  Gentle, gentle, baby.  You need and deserve gentle, my beloved.  You have a lot going on - out there and in your being.  In your tender heart especially.  It has an effect on everything.  Don't underestimate that, beloved.  You can do this, but you need mindful presence and tending.  Paying attention.  Give to yourself at least as much as you give to others.  Fill up to overflowing.  Let yourself be loved.  


💜 Live and grieve in your way, in your time, my darling.  Allow the joy, peace, sadness, and grief to all swim together in you and around you as they will.  Your way is unique and allows others their way - no right or wrong.  Release the worry of what others will think.  Just be you, be with you, and know that that is perfect, beloved.  Release expectations and live into the moments as they come.  Be present.  Be real.  Allow it all…the nostalgia, the longing will be here too.  It's ok.  There's room for it all.  The heart knows the way to hold it all, my dear.  

❤️ Cherish the moments, darling.  You know how precious and sacred they are, for sure.  Don't miss them.  Be here for them, and beloved, tend to yourself well along the way.  Breathe with life and let life breathe with you.  Feel how your heart really can hold it all?  Because it can.  It's amazing, and it's how you humans are built - it just takes some time and experience to really feel it.  The heart's capacity and the human capacity is immense and too often untapped, limited by your stories and beliefs.  But when you feel what's possible firsthand, you can give yourself more fully to life, and that's a beautiful thing.  Cry, scream, laugh, and be silent.  All is welcome here in this space, this reality of infinite, undying love. 
 
☮️ Stay in touch with your body.  Take good care of yourself as you move softly, gently, and discover what can be accomplished even in that energy.  It's a new way for you, and you'll be pleasantly surprised if you can fully allow yourself to experience it - to witness that it doesn't have to be hard or overwhelming or frenzied.  Let it be easy.  Let it be fun.  Let it be joyful work.  Why not?  
 
🩵 Oh my darling, slow it all down.  Breathe.  Go within.  Place your hand on your heart and hold yourself tenderly, lovingly.  Offer up all the love in the world to this tender heart, this tender soul that reels in the messy and harsh of life.  Breathe slowly, softly, ease-fully.  Take off that pressure you pile on yourself that you know isn't helpful or necessary - that only paralyzes you.  Soften.  Release. Gentle yourself, darling. 

 
 My invitations to you: 
💕 Have your own conversation with Love.  Take a little quiet time to sit with yourself.  Maybe place your hand upon your heart and ask, “Love, what would you have me know?” and see what comes.  You can freewrite, keeping your hand moving as words come to you and through you, or you can simply receive her messages to your heart. I find Love to be a mighty force of unconditional grace, tenderness, and generosity with so much wisdom to offer.  


✨ Join me for a mini retreat, Finding Hope Within on Monday, January 20th from 12-1:30 PM ET if you'd like a peaceful place to spend a little time.  We will gather over Zoom to step away from anything else that might be going on that day and turn toward our hearts and souls to be nourished and fortified for whatever life may ask of us in the days ahead.  

☮️ Take some time to meditate with me with Love, What Would You Have Me Know? 

What resonates with you?  What does Love have to say to you?  How might this support you in the coming days, weeks, year?  

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Why CompassioNATE Care?

8/18/2024

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It occurred to me that although I’ve been on a mission that has made and distributed over 450 CompassioNate Care Bags since August 2023, I haven’t talked a lot about why this mission means so much to me.  I’m assuming you can tell that issues of mental health, substance use, and homelessness are important to me and that compassion and kindness are my jam.  But why?
 
​Our Story - What We Didn't Know and What We've Learned
💕 Before our beautiful son, Nate, passed on March 29, 2023 just shy of his 30th birthday, we had gone through 14 years of pain, struggle, challenge, as a result of substance use and other serious mental health challenges on top of a lifetime of school struggles.  Life for us, and particularly for Nate, was beyond hard.  In those 14 years, despite our love and efforts to help him, there were too many times he struggled with homelessness in part because Tom and I didn’t know what we know now.  
 
We didn’t understand that his behaviors were serving him in some way, even though there were so many negative consequences taking a toll on him and us.  We didn’t know that ambivalence, especially when one is considering a gigantic change like recovery, is super normal and not a reflection of his desire to get better or how much he cared about himself or us. We didn’t know that there were ways to recover other than traditional treatment, 12 step programs, or abstinence – all things he had tried and “failed” at, giving him more things to beat himself up for.  These are the lost “tough love years” which I grieve along with grieving his death.
 
Not only were we lacking in knowledge, understanding, and guidance, but because we hadn’t yet found the Invitation to Change and had never heard of peer support, recovery coaching, or harm reduction, we were misinformed about addiction and misguided about our role and ability to help.  We hadn’t yet met other parents who had found healthy ways to be in relationship with their kid or professionals who knew effective ways for families to recover together.  We believed we needed to let him (or make him) hit rock bottom, we shouldn’t help him for fear of enabling, and we were powerless.  
 
Society’s prevailing messages convinced us that trying to detach was what love required of us.  The chaos in our lives was painful, harmful, and ineffective for us all.  Not only did tough love not help Nate’s recovery, it took away his family support and put him in survival mode which only contributed to his cycle of shame, use, more shame, and more use.  It hacked away at our relationship, broke trust on both sides, and put Nate in situations where he experienced trauma we’ll never know about.
 
In the times when he couldn’t live with us and didn’t know where to turn, various people - friends, family, professionals, and strangers - stepped in as angels on earth, helping him make it one more hour, one more day, and possibly 11 more years than he might have had otherwise.  I am forever grateful for the people who turned toward him in his times of despair, letting him know he wasn’t alone, that someone cared, and that he and his life mattered.  I am deeply grateful for those who extended kindness, care, compassion, and a hand up when he felt desperately lost, and we didn’t know what to do.
 
Paying it Forward with Gratitude
💕 That love and those people fuel my intention with the beautiful bright CompassioNate Care Bags as one way to pay it forward.  My husband, friends, and I load up these bags with niceties (pens, notebooks, and a little money) and necessities (resource numbers, personal care items, clothing, food, and drug testing strips and Naloxone) to spread this ripple of love to people, our community members, who may be feeling lost and alone.  My friend, Chris Abert, from the NY Recovery Alliance, says, “Yours may be the last interaction a person has.  Be kind.” Makes good sense to me.
 
Doing What We Can
💕 I’m embarrassed to admit the times I struggled with what to do when I saw a person sitting alongside a building or standing on a corner with a sign asking for help.   One December, in NYC I saw a person bundled in dirty blankets, sitting on cardboard outside Macy’s with a sign declaring, “You don’t even see me.”  Oooph!  That hit my heart hard.  They weren’t wrong – thousands of people looked away as they went on with their shopping and window-gazing. 
 
Though I always felt a tug to help, I was afraid to offer money for fear they’d use it for drugs or alcohol.  Why did I care?  I’m not in charge of that.  Maybe they’ll get a McDonald’s meal, a cup of coffee and a donut, and they’ll be a tad more comfortable for a little bit.  Maybe they won’t, but I don’t have to assume the worst. Far too many times I’ve looked away and moved past someone in need, my heart breaking, feeling powerless and lamely excusing myself with, “You can’t help everyone.”  No, I can’t help everyone, but I can do what I can.
 
Everyone is Someone's Child
💕 Knowing that any one of these people in need could be my son and remembering that they are someone’s child, I now look at people and see their humanity.  Not too long after Nate died, I pulled off the highway and noticed a man staggering by the railing, looking as if he might fall over.  I stopped, rolled down the window, held out my hand and offered a snack, some money, and a card with Nate’s picture, some encouraging messages and local resource numbers on it.  I looked this man in the eye, and said, “This is for you.  My son died.  I don’t want that to happen to you.  Here are some numbers and some things for you.”  He asked my son’s name, I told him, and he kindly offered his prayers for us. I pulled away sobbing, heart breaking open, somehow knowing this was only the beginning.
 
A Collective Effort Honoring a Legacy of Love
💕 These care bags are created with so much generous support from others.  They provide a chance to offer a little kindness, to see and reach out to our neighbors in need.  One of the things I love most about Nate is that no matter how little he had or how hard he was struggling, he always thought of others, shared what he had, and did what he could for people who were struggling.  This project keeps his legacy of love and caring alive.  I am deeply grateful to the hundreds of people who have donated items, cash, time, and energy to help reach and serve people in need with over 450 bags that have been gifted in the Rochester area and beyond!

❤️I am deeply grateful to RAW Recovery, the NY Recovery Alliance, and Samadhi who have helped me include critical harm reduction supplies in these bags.  Please consider supporting these organizations in the compassionate, vital work they are doing.  

 
What it's been Like
💕 My friend, Cheri, who has jumped onboard with boundless passion, has so many beautiful stories to share – taking  Leo for coffee, learning he’s an artist and buying his beautiful painting of a moon; seeing a woman collapsed on the sidewalk, pulling over, grabbing Narcan from a bag and reversing an overdose. Cheri regularly looks for people in need, asks them if they’re hungry, if they need water, and encourages them to call home as she hands them her phone.  She gives hugs freely and meets people where they are, as they are.  We don’t know how things play out, but we know in these moments a genuine heart-to-heart, soul-to-soul connection has been made.  
 
Another friend carries bags with her, hands them out at lights, and wonders about the stories of the folks she reaches. People share how surprised and grateful recipients are to be seen and treated kindly.  Some volunteers have enhanced the bags with an apple, another snack bar, a little more money, or some clothing they’d otherwise leave sitting in a drawer unused.  They have chats with people they are meeting and sometimes share a hug.
 
This project benefits both the giver and the receiver!  Our volunteers are people who don’t typically work in street outreach - people who want to make a difference, to do something, and haven’t known how.  These bags offer a relatively easy and meaningful way to make a direct impact to a person in need who often feels invisible or scorned.

If I'm in a funk, nothing lifts me like being able to share a heart-to-heart connection, a smile, and a little offering of compassion and kindness.  

 
If You'd Like to Be Part of the CompassioNate Care Mission
💕 Each bag costs between $20-25 because they are chock full of goodness.  If you’d like to be part of the CompassioNate Care mission, there are a variety of ways you can join in. Find what feels good, right, and doable to you, whether that’s shopping for items directly from the wish list, sending donations that allow me to shop and fulfill my commitment, or by being one of the people to carry these bright bags and hand them out with a smile and a blessing when there’s an opportunity!  Thank you to those who’ve helped me so far and thank you to those who’d like to jump in now!
 
And to all of us, may we be beacons of light, hope, and kindness in a world that is desperately in need.   
 
✨Here's how to help create CompassioNATE Care Bags ✨

We last put together 142 bags to hand out in the Rochester area in June - our magical number of 111 plus 31 for his 31st birthday.    I anticipate assembling our next batch this fall, sometime between Thanksgiving and Christmas.  
 
🌟 Each bag has a card in it with Nate's picture, encouraging messages, and resource numbers to support people in finding the support they need. 

🌟 It's easy to contribute!  I've created a wishlist which is open for donations to make it easy for anyone from anywhere to contribute the items we need.  Please share with anyone who has a desire to be part of this kind of effort.  
 
🌟 Cash donations: We could also use cash donations - these help me to buy what's missing and to put a $5 cash in each bag.  You can contribute in this way through Venmo - @Barbara-Klein-25.  Simply note “Care Bags” to let me know to direct your goodwill to this effort.  

🌟 Want to send loving encouragement? If you'd like to write some notes of love, care, and encouragement to be included in the bags, please mail them to me at PO Box 612, Livonia, NY 14487 - send them any time, I will include them in the next batch we put together. 

🌟 Willing to help hand out bags?  I'm looking for people in the Rochester area to carry bags with them and hand out when they see people in need. Contact me if you're willing to be one of these people! 

 🌟Want to help this mission grow? Maybe you live outside the Rochester area or you're part of a group that would like to assemble and distribute bags - I'm happy to help you get started.  Just e-mail me and I can share with you what I've done and help you get the resource number cards with Nate's picture and messages on the front.  I'm very grateful to my friend, Judy, for helping bring some cards and bags to the Albany area in our first large-scale out of area effort!  

Let's open our hearts and spread some compassion this summer! You can help to spread some light, warmth, and love to those who need it most.
 
Thank you so much for your consideration! The journey continues! The love lives on!

Many thanks to News 8 for covering this effort in a short story in June.  You can watch here. 

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Answering the Call

3/8/2024

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​Answering the call… what's it mean?  Not what it would have meant if I had written this several years ago.  Then it would have been about following your heart, your dreams, your passion.  Creating a life or work that calls to you.  Today, it's something much simpler. A gentle and fairly easy way to tend my heart.  (if you missed last week's post from guest blogger, Heather Ross, you can find Tending Your Heart here).   
 
For the third time this week, the birds, ocean, and sun called me to sunrise.  For the previous nine weeks, I often slept til 8 or 9, but now, with 3 days left in Hilton Head, I don't want to miss it.  I started my 60th birthday with a solo sunrise and lots of tears because there is grief about entering a new year without my son, Nate, physically here.  And because sunrise at the ocean breaks my heart open for some reason.  Even today it brought tears.  There's a primitive force that I feel in my heart.  
 
This morning, most people had already left or were leaving.  Some would say I'd missed it because I wasn't there for the breaking on the horizon moment.  I knew that would be the case and still I went.  Some would say it wasn't very dramatic because there weren't many clouds.  The breaking of a new day is always a miracle, and I rarely rise to greet it, to celebrate it - so with or without clouds, it's a powerful force, a tremendous beauty to me.  I'm glad I was there mostly alone, so I could take it in, feel, cry, let the sun and the wind caress my face while I closed my eyes and communed with, joined with them.  It's breathtaking, and I'm glad I answered the call and gave myself this time with nature rather than lying in bed trying to go back to sleep.  No, I didn’t want to miss these moments in my last days here.  I’m not a National Geographic photographer – it’s not about the perfect image – it’s about being there for it, feeling the rhythm of nature, the steadiness and impermanence in the sand as the ocean washes over the beach.
 
Today I wrote 4EVER LOVE in the sand at the shoreline, and while it stayed untouched for a few minutes, it wasn’t long before it was quickly, gently swooped away, yet still there.  Nothing can take it away.  For some reason I like offering it up to the sands and the ocean – to mingle with, become a part of these forces of beauty and nature. 
 
To breathe in the damp morning air, to bathe in the resonant sound of waves, the wind, the birdsong – it takes me away from the worries of the day, the troubles of our times, the political divide that’s already and ever escalating. Just for a few moments, I can truly feel peace, contentment, and I don’t need to do anything, produce anything, think about anything, worry about anything.  I can just breathe, listen, and take in the gift of another new day.  That, my friends, is a beautiful miracle that I will savor.
 
Even now, hours later as I sit at the kitchen table, typing up this reflection, it fills my heart, soothes, my soul, and takes me over with its magnificence.  Captivates me.  Entrances and enchants me.  Beauty.  Wonder. Awe.  These are a few of my favorite things. Happy to share them with you! 
 
What is it that brings you this sense of wonder and awe?  How can you give yourself more moments with gifts for your heart and soul?  What call is awaiting your response? Please share!!  



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Showing Up

2/4/2024

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Guest Blog by Steve Aman
There is a shadow that lurks in me that often whispers “you’re not good enough.” That shady shadow might add “what makes you think you can do that?” or some other diminishing words of gloom. It has taken many years for me to learn how to speak back to that voice. Today I can tell it, “thank you, but I don’t need you right now. Step back and I will get to you later.”  In the meantime, I discovered that when I just show up, things move along pretty smoothly and even incredibly.
 
Some time back I learned a universal truth. When we come into this world, we arrive with our own unique set of gifts and challenges. Truly, there is no one else on this earth with an identical mix like our own, and I have no doubt that this is no accident. When I compare myself to another, I automatically withhold some of my gold, and that is not what I came here for.
 
On the other hand, when I simply show up and open myself to the flow of energy, what I call Spirit, and I trust that flow, I cannot go wrong. Some folks call this energy intuition. I call it “hollow bone” energy. When I allow myself to become the conduit, or the hollow bone, between Spirit and this physical world, magic happens. The most challenging part of this for me over time has been to trust what I am hearing or feeling. “You want me to do what?” I have often asked. And, when I simply showed up, trusted that there was something bigger than me behind the scenes so to speak, it has never failed to turn out beautifully. Indeed, it seems that paying attention to that energy often turns out to be a significant gift for someone involved. 
 
Please join the conversation:
  • Do you have internal messages that keep you from showing up?
  • What have you discovered when you've overcome the doubt or fear and shown up to give your gifts anyway?
  • Is there an opportunity for you to show up where you might feel a little hesitant? What will it take to do it anyway? 
Please share with us in the comments below.  Thanks for adding your wisdom!   

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​Meet Steve: 
Steve is a retired farmer and has been deeply in love with the Earth his entire life. He and his wife of 53 years, Mary, live on a wondrous bit of creation in upstate New York that includes woods, meadow, wetland, stream, farmland and pond. 
 
Steve has been deeply immersed in teaching nature awareness and primitive skills for decades, and is currently co-developer for the Resilience and Acceptance in the Face of Collapse course (https://acceptingcollapse.com/) currently being offered across the globe. He strives to live by the maxim "balance is the key", and recognizes that absolutely nothing provides meaning like being of service.

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Beauty and Gratitude can Change Your Life

10/31/2023

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I struggled with whether to publish this post at this time; daily we are bombarded with heartbreaking headlines.  Is now the time for a post about beauty and gratitude?  I decided yes, it was.  Because in times like this, we need to find a counterbalance more than ever.  We need to remember that our world is more than horrifying headlines and traumatic events.  Always, even now, there is beauty.  There are things to be grateful for. 

It’s a profound understatement to say there are a multitude of horrible, terrifying, and devastating things happening in the world – in our communities, country, and across the globe. Whether you’re glued to the news or not, the energy of these events affects us all.  We likely feel powerless as to what to do – especially for things that are happening far away or are so impossibly overwhelming we don’t even know where to begin. 

Also, we may not know what to do in our own lives when things feel out of control, scary, uncertain, and people we love are in trouble.  The more we fret, the more exhausted we become, and we think less clearly.  When we rehash the bad, the painful, re-telling the same upsetting story over and over, we strengthen the heavy impact it has on us.  We add to our own stress. 

Every single one of us is programmed to focus on pain, what’s wrong, and to be on the lookout for danger or impending doom – that’s part of human nature that has kept us safe and alive for eons.  Scientists call this the negativity bias. 

In his blog, Rick Hanson describes it this way - “Your brain is continually looking for bad news. As soon as it finds some, it fixates on it with tunnel vision, fast-tracks it into memory storage, and then reactivates it at the least hint of anything even vaguely similar. But good news gets a kind of neural shrug: “uh, whatever. In effect, the brain is like Velcro for negative experiences but Teflon for positive ones.” 

The negative experiences stick to us, poke at us, and wear us down, while we ignore, brush off, or don’t even notice positive ones.  Sometimes we miss much of what’s “good,” simply because we take it for granted. For instance (and hypothetically speaking, of course! 😉), you might not think about how strong your legs are and how much they do for you until you break your foot.  Once you’ve broken that foot and your mobility and independence are affected, it grabs your attention and pulls you into the pit of feeling bad.  It can be hard to think about anything else, and you may pile on by judging yourself for having such a stupid accident (hypothetically speaking, again!). 
 
The good news is there are simple and accessible ways to shift our mindset and experience – when we do so, we can better show up for the things that require our energy.

We need to find ways to re-energize ourselves, and one of those ways is to find a broader perspective and remember things are not all or nothing, good or bad.  Truly, a wide array of experiences and offerings aany given moment. Yes, there's horror, and yes, there's more than that.  

While I’ve learned that I’m not in control of the experiences in my life.  I broke my foot, my son died, it’s raining, wars are raging worldwide – these are facts, and obviously facts that vary in intensity and severity.  They are things I wish were different, and there's nothing  I can do to change them. 

And yet, even when times are tough or excruciatingly painful, there is still good in life.  We have the ability to find it, notice it, or create it.  And, let me be clear, I’m not talking about avoiding, denying, or jumping over the rough stuff through pretending, spiritual bypassing, or looking for the silver lining too soon (or ever) in untenable events.  Nor am I suggesting you say affirmations that tell you things are better than they are (unless that works for you. In which case, affirm away!). 

But, what is true, is that each and every day, no matter the agony, pain, and heartache, there is also beauty somewhere in life.  Whether it’s the red-bellied woodpecker flitting through the trees, crying out to be seen or the cascade of golden leaves floating to the lawn or the dandelion brave enough to peek up through the cement, there’s something beautiful here.  A coffee mug given by a dear friend.  A photo of a special memory.  The scent of a pumpkin chai candle.  Beauty does not have to be big or bold, but it does long to be seen, witnessed, savored. 

In her beautiful book for navigating tough times, Keep Moving, Maggie Smith speaks of the way she and her children delight in sharing “beauty emergencies” – those things that have to be seen right away, before they’re gone.  If one of them sees a spectacular sunset or a dinosaur in the clouds, they’ll call out to the others, “Beauty emergency!”  so they can cherish it together and no one misses out.  What a sweet way to be on alert for something wonderful.  Maybe all emergencies aren’t bad. 

Life has been very chaotic for us over the past 14 years with my son’s struggles with substance use and other mental health challenges.  So much despair.  So much fear.  Times adding up to months of lost connection and opportunities over the years.  It would have been easy for me to have been all-consumed with all that was bad, scary, unknown. In the deep grief since his physical passing, it’s easy to cry endlessly and think of nothing other than how much I miss him.   But even with all the pain and suffering, there is also much to be grateful for. 

That we had 29 years with him, I am grateful for.  That I got to be his mom.  For the happy and hopeful moments that were scattered in there, I am grateful.  The small things like a hug or a deep conversation – those were always a gift.  Because I knew how precarious his life and our time together was, I learned to cherish precious moments along the way.  And when I was too upset with him to find gratitude within that relationship, I opened my heart to the fullness of life.  A delicious meal, a warm home, fresh water and air, or a friend who’d let me vent were things I could be grateful for. 

Gratitude: 
Taking time to pause and open my heart to beauty and gratitude has changed my experience of life – the way I feel about and within life. For over a decade I have had an intentional gratitude practice.  Usually that means in the evening taking some time to reflect on the day and list things that I am grateful for, things I’ve noticed throughout the day, and share it on Facebook.  I’m not sure how this practice started, but it has become a daily ritual that strengthens me; sharing with others fills me up. 

On particularly hard mornings, I’ve taken a little time while still in bed, reflecting on what I’m grateful for; this practice helps me enter the day.  Somehow something inside of me softens as I remember and acknowledge beautiful bits of life.  The other day I sat on our deck and softly offered verbal thanks for the people who’ve shown up to walk through this chapter of life with me; taking just a few minutes to acknowledge long-standing friendships and new people who are coming into my circle – feeling them in my heart as I pictured each one.  These are some of the ways I’ve taken time to intentionally reflect and feel into gratitude. 

Finding Beauty: 
I also look for beauty each day and share pictures on Facebook as well.  “Today’s beauty” posts seem to offer a welcome and different vibe to this platform.  I like sharing sunsets, cloud formations, leaves, trees, and flowers with people.  I love rippling beauty into a dark and ugly time and a space that is too often contentious.    

The more I practice gratitude and look for beauty, the more I find myself noticing throughout the day.  The more I notice things I appreciate, the less I dwell on all that’s wrong.  This isn’t a magic formula or an exercise to check off a list, but rather a way to open my heart and spirit to all of life.  Gratitude lives alongside grief in my mind and heart, woven together, inseparable.  After my dear friend, Mary, passed away, I wrote a bit about this in “Good Grief, Gratitude, and Grace.”  I was absolutely devastated to have lost the one person in my life who always made me laugh and who willingly opened her heart to all of me.  There was nothing I had to hide from Mary.  Who would I turn to now?  And yet, gratitude and grace were there too.  It’s been the same since my son, Nate, died; this crushing loss has dropped me to my knees and isolated me more than any loss in my life and it lives inside my heart right along with beauty, grace, and gratitude. 

Life will bring what life will bring.  How we meet it is up to us.  I’m in for the full human experience, so I don’t shy away from the depths of grief and sadness.  But I’m also always on the hunt for beauty and gratitude.  Slowing down enough to feel gratitude seep through the cells of my being, breathing it in, allowing it to permeate the deep dark places softens my heart, welcomes the tears, and expands my capacity for living fully.  Savoring beauty often takes my breath away, filling me with wonder and awe. 

Beauty and gratitude help us to see and think about more than all that’s wrong with the world, all that’s hard or painful in our lives.  They remind us that life is full of a vast variety of people, things, and experiences.  We’re not trying to cancel out or deny anything; we’re adding in more of what we might have been missing.  Where we choose to focus our attention affects us. 


“When you do nothing, you feel overwhelmed and powerless. But when you get involved, you feel the sense of hope and accomplishment that comes from knowing you are working to make things better.”  Maya Angelou

An Invitation:
Today I invite you to join me in this quest to find moments of beauty and gratitude.  Let’s try it right now.  Wherever you are, whether it’s on the subway or in the most peaceful bedroom sanctuary, look around.   What do you see that’s beautiful?  Take it in – the colors, shapes, texture, scent.  Allow its beauty to lift a smile.  As you sit here, close your eyes and feel into one thing you’re grateful for, no matter how big or small.  Experience what it feels like to fully appreciate something.  Breathe in the feeling of gratitude and allow it to flow through your cells.  What do you notice? 

Take your time and take in as much beauty and gratitude as you like, and then throughout your day be on the lookout for more.  Give thanks.  Appreciate what you find.  Over time, you may just find your experience of life shifting.  Please share your experience with us here!  

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Reflections and Intentions

1/7/2023

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Looking back and looking ahead.  It’s that time of year.  Though it’s really just the turning of a page on the calendar, there is a collective energy around the New Year that we might as well get on board with.  For me it’s not about resolutions (they simply don’t work for most people).  It’s not about goals, because despite being a coach, the language of goal-setting has never resonated for me.  I am much more about reflection, vision, intention, mindful, thoughtfulness as well as opening to possibility, allowing what will come to be revealed. 

To look back on 2022, I have to take out my calendar.  I can barely remember what I did yesterday, so to think back to last January is a stretch.  One thing I know for sure is that last January/February I was immersed in a grief so strong it swallowed me whole.  On Christmas Eve 2021, one of my closest friends of all time, Mary Lally, died.  The grief that rushed in was similar to what I felt after losing my mom.  Except this time, I had the time and space to really let myself feel it… to be with it… to see how it moved me and moved through me.  It was intense, and it’s not over.  Grief doesn’t end.  It just changes and surprises us from time to time with its energy.  (read Good Grief, Gratitude, and Grace or Swimming in the Messy Stages of Grief if you want to see what was brewing in me then)

2022 was a year of Heart Evolution, Heart Revolution.  My heart opened.  My heart shut down.  My heart exploded in many different ways.  I am forever changed.  (my second post about Heart Revolution is here)

What I intended to but didn’t do…
Recently I saw a post from Cheryl Strayed that shook me in a beautiful way. She had been transcribing her journals and came across a list from 10 years ago - a list of 10 things she had intended to do, but hadn’t in the prior year.  What a fascinating reflection!  In the midst of so much celebration and acknowledgment of “this year’s highlights,”  I don’t know that I have ever seen anyone take the time to notice and call out what they didn’t do. 

So, I decided to play with this in my own way, which includes a bit of what I did do instead…  I didn’t do this, but I did do this… or an inquiry into what the not doing shows me about myself.  What might I learn or discover as I look at these things without judgment, just seeing them as truthful observations. 

So, I’d love to share a bit of this with you and invite you into your own reflection and inquiry. 

I didn’t lose the 10 pounds that I sometimes say I need to.  But I did gain 10.  I went up a size or two, and have been grappling with whether this really matters to me or not (and if it does, why?)   What do these numbers represent to me?  Why do I care? Does it matter that I added an X to my L?  Does it change who I am or the value I bring to the world?  Do I care or is that just part of the story I’ve bought into and told myself?  How might I learn to love the body I have at this phase of life, appreciating what it has done for me over all these decades?  I am learning to move with flesh I am not used to having, getting to know the body that is mine in this time of life.  This isn’t an exploration I’m finished with or comfortable with by any means.  I’m still in the thick of it (no pun intended) trying to figure out what’s really true for me.  I wrote a bit about this during my April A to Z Blog challenge (my theme was Question (Almost) Everything - Bodies, Bumps, and Bulges, Oh My!)

I didn’t finish writing my second book, a companion for families in recovery from the effects of a loved one’s substance use.  I wanted to have this done by Spring, before our lives would change in a significant way and I feared I’d lose the time, energy, or maybe even mindset to keep writing. 

I did, however, decide to slow it down with the process so that I can write the best book I possibly can at this time.  This feels really good and right.  This book deserves that level of care.  I have also taken moves to step all in to life as a writer, first and foremost.  It’s scary and exciting and wonderful all at once.  This book inspires me.  My writing supports and fulfills me.  It feels like the main way I want to serve right now. 

I didn’t get to see Brandi Carlile at Red Rocks, even though I had put the dates on my planner as if that would somehow magically solidify that we could get tickets.  We couldn’t.  And, it’s ok.  Maybe it’s better to hold on to the epic memories of our 2021 trip rather than trying to repeat it.  Maybe I’m justifying not being able to get tickets (or at least not being willing to pay the resale price). 

I DID add in a lot more live music and choose to add in more fun with friends as a priority.  We went to see Dar Williams locally, we joined the Avett Brothers in Chautauqua for the rocking-est show I’ve ever seen them perform in a space that seemed to have them billed as folk.  We did get to see Brandi at Woodstock and in Madison Square Garden.  I cherish these special times with Tom and with the friends who join us for our road trips!!  We even got a personalized Christmas video from BJ Barham from American Aquarium, thanks to our friends, Jenny and Bill!  That was fun!  I’m finding epic moments come in many shapes and sizes - not always what we have planned or think we would like, but there they are!   

I did not continue on with Soul Care, a group I’ve been offering in some form or another for the past 8 years.  This was a tough decision because I loved this program and the women who have gathered in it.  In many ways, it got me through the toughest parts of the pandemic as we amped up to weekly calls just to have that extra space of authentic, open-hearted connection.  But it was time for a change.  This move taught me what it means to have an integral ending, to allow space for goodbyes and all the feelings they bring, to allow for sadness and disappointment and do it anyway, because it’s time. 

I did not spend the summer boating on our lake, pausing often to rest on the waves and just hang out and read.  In fact, what we did do was sell our boat right before the 4th of July holiday weekend… nothing I would have expected.  As we often do, we got swept up in a spontaneous decision and let it go.  It fell into the realm of several things this year: “If it’s more hassle than it’s worth, let it go.”  The bi-annual maintenance, finding someone to help us launch and take out every year, finding someone to wrap it for the winter… and just not using it as often as we’d like, often feeling the burden of it looking up at us on a on a nice day, feeling like we “should” go out…  that’s not the energy we are looking to hold onto.  And so, we let it go.  It was a surprise and a relief. 

On our final spin around the lake, I cried, as I felt both the gratitude for having fulfilled this lifelong yearning of mine to own a ski boat and the longing to keep it, “just in case…,”  and I let myself feel the sadness, the gratitude, the joy of that moment itself, and the relief of unburdening one more thing calling for our limited time and energy.    

I didn’t bathe in grief all year long, I didn’t curl up into a ball and disappear, despite any number of reasons I could have.  I did allow the grief to come (did I really have a choice?) and go as it did.  I immersed in it and let it take me over.  I worked with practices and practitioners to help me in moments of intensity.  I wrote about it.  I nurtured myself the best I could and I allowed others to support me.  And I continue to meet these moments as gently as I can, accepting what is the best I can, bringing love and compassion with me. 

Some other reflections to play with:
I surprised myself with
I learned ___ about myself
I noticed
I let go of
I welcomed in
I returned to
Fresh perspectives I’ve gained or considered
I fell in love with
I was supported by
I supported
I discovered (or it discovered me)
How do I want to feel in 2023? 

What do I want to breathe life into this year?  (Ooohhh, thank you, Abby Wambach for that one!  You can hear the We Can Do Hard Things podcast on this theme of reflection here)
Is there a word that might support me, at least for the first quarter?  (I’m considering the possibility of having multiple words this year… not entirely sure yet, but I know they will make themselves known to me in time!)
All of this leads me to step into 2023 with

Your turn…   Pause.  Lovingly, gently, with compassion, look back on this past year.  Feel into the coming year.  What do you notice as you reflect on your year?  What you didn’t and did do?  What you’ve learned and how you’d like to move forward into 2023 a little more intentionally?  

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The Gift of Presence

12/29/2022

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This Christmas I had the opportunity to experience the gift that mere presence brings.  What’s possible when I shut my mouth and just listen.  Listen with an open heart and open mind, setting aside my own ideas and agendas. 

Presence like this opens doors, builds trust and safety in a way that allows others to come forward - to open up and give me an idea of what life is like for them, what is going on inside of their experience. 

When I stop nagging, badgering, interrogating, and lecturing (which, let’s be honest, NO ONE likes!  It is never helps connection or makes anything truly positive happen), love enters in.  Hearts open to one another.  We can relax into being together and be a little more real… 

It comes down to who I want to be and how I want to be.  This is where I have agency and choice. I am not pre-programmed or unable to control my own behavior and words.  Based on my values (what really matters most to me), based on my story of who I say I am, it’s up to me to do more than just pay lip service to what I say I’m all about. 

It’s up to me to actually BE the way I aspire to be.  I can also bring in lots of compassion and grace when I slip up (which I most certainly will!) - this is not about perfection.  It is about generous compassion for all. 

When I step back, silently, and allow myself to observe and see what’s going on, I might recognize the struggle someone is having.  I realize that it’s not their fault or choice.  They don’t choose to be in this struggle.  I can have compassion.  I can offer a calm presence for someone who’s feeling a little jangly to regulate with rather than adding to the angst or presenting something to fight against or feel bad about. 

I can simply offer my truly loving presence.  This allows me to hear how surprised someone is by how well they’re doing. I can hear the self-doubt that lives so close to the surface.  I can hear how little they believe in or trust themselves.  How they’re finding their way, tentatively beginning to form a new story.  Inviting, allowing them to soften to me - to trust that I am a safe place to land.  That I won’t use their admissions against them.

I can look for what’s going right, what there is to celebrate, rather than focus on what is missing or what could be.  I can follow the rhythm and flow of this group I’m with in this time… not impose my idealized story of what “should” be. 

Over the years I have ruined many special events for myself and others by letting my expectations or ideas of how things should be cloud the reality of what and who is here right now. 

I’m the one who still feels the pang of guilt over how ungraciously I responded to my sister’s massively generous gift of a handcrafted framed Holly Hobbie needlework (50 years ago!).  I was too young to appreciate what it meant for her to pour her heart, soul, and time into this beautiful piece just for me.  It wasn’t a toy. I was a brat.  And. I responded with the appropriate bratty pout for the rest of the day. 

I am the one who hit my friend, Steven. when he gave me a beautiful Breyer horse for my birthday.  The gift was more than I could bear.  Pretty sure that was the same year - 8-year-old me had some issues… 

I am the one who often feels let down after the holiday is over - the days and weeks of build-up falling hollow when everyone leaves.  Wanting more.  Wanting different.  Regret at what wasn’t. Disappointment. 

Not this year.  This year I chose differently. 

I reminded myself in my journaling and asked my husband to help me remember to appreciate what’s here.  I stayed present to the miracle we were given in being able to all be together for 2 nights and 3 days, sharing one house, sharing meals, visiting, talking, laughing till bedtime.  Wiggling through the tense moments but not blowing them up into more than they needed to be.  Staying kind even when I had to have an uncomfortable conversation.   Resting gradually in each other’s presence.  Honoring the rhythm and flow of this family.  Noticing when the “what should we DO now?” anxiety temporarily poked at me… allowing things to unfold organically rather than forcing a reading of The Grinch, a making of the gingerbread house (that is still waiting patiently in its box for when the right time), watching an old holiday show that no one but me enjoys.  Let that go.  Open to what they want.  Invite everyone into something new.  Just breathe.  Just be.  Play the kids’ Christmas music rather than my mom’s old playlist.  Be playful, lighthearted, enjoy.  Them.  For who they are.  As they are.  As we are.  In this moment. 

That way of being opened up something in me that still touches my heart.  I can almost cry as I soak in the deep appreciation for this precious time with my husband and grown sons.  There wasn’t anything too profound in our being together except that it was all profound.  To witness the initial discomfort and awkwardness melt away as we settled in to being together. To relax into noticing and allowing each of us to have our own unique ways and needs.  To hug, smile, laugh… to really stay in a place of appreciating what was, what is, what’s here, what’s true, what’s real, what’s good and wonderful.  Holding back judgment or inclination to offer unwelcome suggestions or unkind observations.  Allowing others to find their own way in life in their own time. 

Letting love guide the way, be the true foundation for our time together, for our life.  The generosity of presence is the truest gift we can offer another being. It is the greatest gift we can offer ourselves.  To listen deep within, to remember who we want to become in this next iteration, to show up to what we say we want to create with others, to be sincere in our efforts and digging in to show up in that way.  Not expecting it to be easy, perfect, or even comfortable, but allowing the unfolding. 
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This Christmas I was given the gift of connection with my family, getting to know them in a way I had not before.  Together we created the gift of presence.  My heart remains full.  ❤


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Enchantment

11/1/2022

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Last time I wrote on September 7th, it was from a place of stillness…that magical place of contemplation and inner reflection.  It was right before I went into the studio to record 111 Invitations audio book!  I am thrilled to let you know that it is now finished and became available on Audible on October 19th (the anniversary of my Mama's passing)!!   It feels really good to bring to completion a project I've dreamt of for about 6 years! Sometimes these things take time. How cool that this post is going up on 11-1!?
 
Sometimes it's a matter of finding the right people or allowing enchantment and magic to do their thing… in this case, I had no idea who could help me, how much something like this would cost, if I even had the rights to do it, etc… then all of a sudden, I connected with just the right person (Jennifer Collins - more about her later) who connected me with another “just right” person - Linda Mazur (also more about her in a bit - the 3 of us, plus Linda's husband, Jack, are cooking up some special goodness in November which we hope you'll join us for! Keep scrolling for all the details!).  
 
Both of them connected me with Scott Fitzgerald of RocVox Recording (who I already sort of knew about because he records another friend's podcast…) and things came together super easily and super quickly! The studio location?  Um, the very same office space where I held my very first Discovering A New Life Direction workshop many moons ago!  I love those times of synchronicity, flow, ease, allowing things to unfold and come together with just the right amount of effort but very little force!  
 
There’s a little touch of enchantment in that!  “Enchantment…” a word that has awakened and enlivened me since Liz Gilbert offered an opportunity to know our enchantment in a virtual retreat.  She shared that enchantment is the part of you that likes things… it’s where you get that warm, yummy feeling inside.  Things like warm cinnamon vanilla pudding or a double rainbow or a baby’s giggle are laced with enchantment.  Enchantment lives in each of us…  
 
In a time of so much disenchantment it’s more important than ever that we find ways to connect with this vibrant energy.  That we ask it to tell us what it likes, what it hates, who it wants to be around and what it hopes we never do again.  Liz invited us each to write a letter to ourselves from our enchantment using the prompt “Dear _______,  I am your enchantment and this is what I want to tell you.”  
 
In 5 minutes, I had a letter that let me know so many truths about what I’m longing for, what I need more of in my life, what I need to let go of.  For those who know me, you know I am captivated by sunsets on a daily basis… doesn’t matter that they happen ever day. They take my breath away. Same with full moons, golden leaves, puppy dogs, and hot fresh-baked cinnamon fried cakes!  My enchantment loves to dance and sit by the fire.  She loves being with people I love and making time for deep connections and playful ones too.  She hates when I overwhelm my schedule with too many things or when I compare myself to others.  
 
As other people in the group shared their letters, we heard common themes and saw that enchantment doesn’t cost millions of dollars or require a lot of time. It only requires that we stop to notice… it often lies in simple things like nature or other people.  It exudes beauty.  It’s readily accessible.  It awakens our spirit and carries hope.  It lives in fun and play.  
 
Since that day in mid-September, I have added a bit of communing with enchantment each day in my morning journaling.  I ask it what it’s got for me today.  I notice my interactions with it are more playful than even my gratitude or when I was asking Love what it would have me know.  With enchantment it’s more of a light-hearted banter.  She reminds me to lighten up and not take things too seriously, while also encouraging me not to miss the most precious moments.  I’ve turned to her on hard, sad days to see how she might accompany me even then.  She reminds me what matters most and to not be too hard on myself.  
 
She often reminds me, “Have fun!  Don’t take it or yourself too seriously! Play with it!  Have fun with it!  Let me dance through it… let inspiration come…”  On particularly hard days she holds me with “Be brave.  Stand up for you.  Don’t back down or hurt yourself to make someone else happy.  Not for one minute.  Don’t do it!  Do not abandon yourself! Let yourself breathe and live and be who you are.  Claim your life.  Claim your joy.  Love yourself.”  Another time she offered, “Thank you for finding me again.  I want to play with you.  Bring me into everything - let me be a guiding light.  It's so much more fun that way!  Let me lighten up the dark and heavy times and add sparkle and juice to the fun ones!”  She’s pretty wise, very loving, and has a great sense of humor!  
 
My invitation to you: 
Give it a try!  I invite you to take 5 minutes and write yourself a letter from your enchantment.  Start with Dear____ and see what enchantment would call you (it might be a playful nickname!), I am your enchantment and I want to tell you…   See what it likes, what it hates, who it wants to be around and with whom it doesn’t feel it can come out at all.  
 
Let this energy enliven your days and ways.  I could feel it coursing through my veins for about a month til I lost touch with it a little in the daily grind.  I’m re-connecting now and am very grateful to do so! I invite you to let enchantment light up your days.  
 
Meditation
Our meditation this week, Autumnal Walk Guided Meditation, is led by guest meditator, Laura Gavigan, Founder of Mindful Matters in Rochester, NY.  It is the perfect accompaniment for theme.  Laura guides us on a sensory-rich autumn walk.  I hope you enjoy it and that it brings you the peace and calm it brought to me. 
 
My SoundCloud library has a wide variety of meditations - check it out and see which ones call to you.  

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In the Stillness

9/7/2022

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Waking one morning recently, a beautiful stillness enveloped me.  The space embodied something between fully asleep and fully awake.  No one moved.  No thoughts stirred.  No voices or traffic interrupted this bliss.  A soft rain fell, amplifying the silence. 

Such a beautiful way to enter the day – blissful, almost mystical.  Beyond words.  Before moving with intention to alleviate the ache in my hip, allowing myself to savor the relative silence.  The silence within comforting and soothing my whole being.   Feeling open…expansive… receptive.  Ready to receive the unfolding of the day.  Appreciative of this time before the happenings of the day, the week rush in on me. 

Stillness – a solitary momentary sanctuary for the whole being – space for the soul to rest and abide.  In this place there is nothing to figure out.  Nothing to do.  Only to BE.  Deep peace, deep contentment wash over me as I feel alive, but gentle.  Not activated. 

Strong satisfaction here – I can take in and appreciate the beauty of our home, the sweetness of the space we have created.  The serenity of this space.  I breathe it in.  I love this space.  It reflects me.  It holds and supports us well.  I am content here.  My soul is happy here.  My creativity thrives here.
 
Today I simply receive this gift.  And know that it is enough. 
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In the Stillness
 
In the stillness
the answers come,
truths are unearthed,
promises remembered.
 
In the stillness
prayers are answered,
hearts are restored,
dreams fostered,
visions captured.
 
In the stillness
the oneness becomes clear,
connection to self deepens,
universal threads intertwine.
 
In the stillness
the magic lies
waiting for you to visit
and reside here,
for however many moments.
 
© Barb Klein, 2016, from 111 Invitations: Step into the Full Richness of Life

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