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Losing Yourself and Coming Home Again

3/21/2023

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You may have heard me use the phrase “coming home to yourself,” in part because it’s what clients have said they’ve felt after coaching or retreating with me.  But what does it mean and why is it so important? 
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To me it means getting solid in the core of who you are.  Knowing yourself - your likes and dislikes, your desires, and your needs - so that you can honor them.  It sounds simple, yet it seems there’s a disconnect that happens over time that takes us away from the core of who we are. 

This disconnect happens for a lot of reasons.  As children and young adults, we take in messages from others about who they think we are or who we’re supposed to be; parents, teachers, friends, coaches see something in us and push us in a certain direction.  On the flip side, there are parts of us we’re encouraged to hide away - we’re too sensitive, too talkative, too energetic, too quiet, too eccentric, etc.  We begin to show up as a mix of who we really are, who we think we’re supposed to be, while erasing parts of us that don’t feel lovable or welcome. 

As we get older, our roles as spouse or parent add to the confusion.  We’re just Nicky’s mom or Joe’s wife.  Our career defines us and may box us in with its labels.  Societal ideas tell us what’s acceptable behavior (e.g., no crying in the workplace).  Over time, parts of our true self get covered over, whittled away, or buried. 

Intense relationships or situations, like loving someone with a mental health condition, facing a scary diagnosis, or caring for a parent with dementia, may consume us and portray the entirety of who we are.  We forget or lose touch with who we are beyond this one (huge) aspect of life.  We forget the person we once were and we let go of the dreams and passions that once called to us.  Perhaps they feel irrelevant in the urgency of crisis after crisis or they feel impractical given everything else on your plate.  Understandable. 

Without the time and space to step away and gain perspective on these aspects of life, it’s easy to continue on autopilot.  In our new norm, we become defined and absorbed by this identity.  Or we’re simply sleep-walking through our days with no real sense of self at all, responding to the needs and demands of others, while ours vanish into the ethers. 

I’ve found contemplative, reflective time and space are the foundation for one’s return to self.  Time for quiet, to sit with ourselves without the interruption of other voices, time to journal or meditate.  Time to commune with trees and birds.  Time to slow down and soften into the flow of our natural rhythm.  Time to catch our breath and then breathe fully on a regular basis.  This time, this space is a rare gift.  It is the essential container for coming back into alignment with true self.  It allows us to open to the quiet loving voice within.

How retreats play in:

The richness of this kind of time and space is one of the reasons I value retreats.  I know they are so much more than simply a nice weekend getaway.  Retreats are a vital opportunity to refill, refuel, and reconnect.  They offer the chance to ask great questions while allowing the answers to come.  They provide space to try new things and new ways of being as you get to know yourself more intimately.  They create a container as well as a spaciousness for inner inquiry, exploration, and discovery so that we can feel clarity and strength grow within us.  Retreats allow us to be in community with others on a similar quest, sharing practices like yoga, meditation, contemplation, and reflection.  Almost always they also offer a chance to immerse ourselves in nature’s beauty and grounding, to be held by the trees and the land as we feel our place in the greater scheme of life along with our own smallness. 

These past few months have been filled with intensity and crisis upon crisis, both personally and on a global scale.  I’ve had to pull back from work I love as I found myself with little to no energy for anything beyond the basics.  I felt myself going into a dark cocoon to dissolve into goo before coming through the other side.  In the darkness, I felt myself disappearing, not at all sure when I would re-emerge.  I am grateful to feel the re-emergence happening now, slowly, one baby step at a time. 

I am grateful for what is being left behind in the shell of the cocoon.  I am grateful for the clarity of what no longer fits in this chapter of my life.  And I am struck to see how the work I’ve done over the years to build a strong inner core connection has held me, even when I didn’t feel it in the moment.  Feeling the foundation that’s allowed me to move through these deeply disruptive and triggering events, I see that they have moved through me as well. Sitting in the darkness, I have let myself feel everything from nothingness to fear to anger and disappointment.  I have been taken down and out temporarily, but not for good.  I am emerging, not into certainty of what will happen in my life, but with a stronger sense of certainty of who I am as a woman in the world right now. 

This period of losing myself in other people’s emergencies and urgencies and feeling the slow return has illuminated my desire to prepare and plan this July’s Come Home to Yourself Retreat.  Its significance fills me and pulls me. I am grateful to be able to invite other women into this spacious retreat as an opportunity to connect more deeply with their own hearts and souls, to hear the wisdom that springs from within in the space and stillness, when we are inclined to listen. Summer gifts us 16 hours of daylight each day!  Imagine what is possible in that vast opening!   Light on the Hill offers a stunning space to immerse in nature,  with floor to ceiling windows and skylights that all but plop us into the middle of the valley, sun streaming in, bathing us in her glow.  This season in the Finger Lakes calls us to lie in the grass, to walk through the trees, to gaze at the clouds, to stop in the middle of what can be a fun and busy season to slow down and go within.  It gives us a chance to integrate the lessons life has brought our way as we simultaneously open to what lies ahead, to what is emerging, and to who we want to be.  This retreat is a gift to me and to all who will gather and co-create it along with me and our yoga goddess, Carol Moon. 

A special offer for you: 

For you and your loved ones, for being part of this community, I am offering a special gift through March 31st - you can take an additional $50 off the early bird rate ($150 off standard rate) as my gift to you by using coupon code MARCH when you check out.  That’s $625 for 3 nights and 4 days of private room accommodations in a gorgeous setting, delicious, lovingly prepared vegetarian meals, as well as all retreat offerings (including yoga, meditation, journaling, campfires plus lots and lots of space and time to follow your heart and soul!).  I hope you will consider joining us for what will surely be a magical time.  All the details and registration are 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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Mind Your Business

11/30/2022

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I’ve heard this said a number of ways from the not very nice “Mind your own business!” to a gentler reminder to “stay in your lane, in your boat, or in your hula hoop.”  I’ve come to take it as sage wisdom, not a harsh rebuke.  A “prescription for peace” as my friend and colleague, Joanne Richards, calls it. 

When we love someone with substance use disorder or other mental health issues, we can find ourselves in their business a lot.  They aren’t doing well.  Things don’t add up.  The stories we’re getting or what we’re observing don’t compute with what we’re being told, so we’re going to get to the bottom of it. But, can we, really?  We’re not in the other person’s head or life, so we won’t truly know what’s happening unless they share it with us.  We can only make up our own stories.  Stories which often lead to more wondering, more worrying, more distress. 

We can do this with friends and other loved ones too - they haven’t called or replied to a text.  What’s that mean?  Are they mad?  Did I do or say something wrong?  Are they ok?  What’s wrong?   People are complex, so we never know what may or may not have upset someone.  We don’t really know what’s going on for them unless we talk to them directly about it.  Our mind masterfully, effortlessly, and unknowingly dreams up disaster scenarios in the blink of an eye.

How do we know when we’re out of our business?

Here are some of the common ways we might find ourselves out of our business and into someone else’s. Read through with gentleness and without self-judgment.  Maybe some familiar to you too. Great!  You’ve just raised your awareness!  Now you get to choose what to do with that! 
  • Finding ourselves wrapped up in fear, struggle, and resentment. 
  • Spending an inordinate amount of time thinking about this other person.  Checking the phone for calls or texts or checking in with them repeatedly.  Monitoring their activity and whereabouts.  Believing you need to know what’s going on with them.  If you don’t hear from them, you worry if they’re all right.  
  • Lying in bed, mind drifting into sleuth mode trying to piece together bits of stories or observations to figure out what’s really going on (at least in a way that makes sense to the mind).  Looking for inconsistencies, trying to make sense of what’s unknown.  When we don’t know the truth of what’s real, we make up all kinds of stories so our mind has something to hold onto. 
  • Seeking answers to the unknown, forgetting that we can never really know the future.  
  • Losing sleep grasping for control in any way we can because things feel so out of control.  
  • Wandering throughout the day aimlessly during unscheduled times.  Unsure what to do, nervous energy carrying us from one thing to the next… doing a little of this and a little of that, but lacking the focus to dive deeply into any one thing for any length of time. 
  • Eating for comfort rather than for hunger or nourishment.  “Stress eating” is a real thing… and I am very, very good at it!  Eating our feelings… it happens!  
  • Connecting our sense of peace and well-being directly to someone else’s.  Unless they’re doing well, we can’t be either. 

How do you know when you’re out of your business and into someone else’s?  What are your clues?

Why does it matter?

This is particularly important for those of us with whom mental health is at play or substance use is in the field because chaos and frenzy can easily become the norm, and it can consume you. 

Finding ourselves out of our business matters because in those moments we are not honoring our peace and well-being.  We are sacrificing them to concerns that are out of our control.  We may be adding on to the suffering by beating ourselves up for doing this because “we know better.”  Knowing and doing are not the same thing, turns out!

Byron Katie talks about “your business, their business, and God’s business.”  Much of what we worry about falls in the latter 2 categories, so when we can rein it in and come back home to this being, to our business, we can relax a bit.  If we accept the reality of what we can control or even influence, we will see that it’s very little of our world.  Maybe then we can give up trying… In a really healthy way. 

When I find myself out of my own business and fretting about someone else I can actually say to myself, “OK, come back here… right here.  This breath, this body, this being” and feel myself relax into the true moment I’m in. 

What can you do differently?

Here are some ideas that have worked for me.  YOU are the expert on you.  See what resonates with you and what you might like to try.  What do you know to do but have lost track of or gotten out of the practice of doing? (It happens to all of us!)

Begin by shifting the focus back from the other person to yourself.  To your self-awareness, personal growth, to your peace, your joy, your desires, the core of who you are. 

Shift your focus from what’s wrong to what’s right or good in your life.  Recognize that this is not an either-or proposition.  We live within the whole of it.  There is always beauty and goodness to be found.

Find simple tasks that have a start and finish to them (or break larger tasks down into small chunks) - that sense of completion can be very satisfying. 

It takes practice to come back to ground, back to center, when you live in never-ending chaos.  To come home to yourself requires self-awareness in order to even know that you’ve left yourself.  It takes a willingness to break the cycle of spin. 

It takes a desire to honor your peace and well-being.  We say we value these things over and over, yet how often do we de-prioritize them in favor of something else, consciously or unconsciously?  How often do we push them away, choosing to swim in fear and despair instead?  How often do we forget that we really do have choices about our own behavior?  Where do we begin? 

Begin with a PAUSE.  You’ve likely heard me say this a million times, because this is the number one tool I know for getting grounded.  Take a breath.  Take a step back.  Observe yourself - what are you doing?  Where is your mind going?  Get into your body and feel your breath moving in and out of you. 

Rather than push away the worrisome thoughts and feelings, allow them to be there (they’re here anyway, and we really can’t stop them from coming).  Meet them gently, with love, with understanding, with compassion and care.  Feelings come whether they make sense or not.  The thoughts you have probably do make sense, especially if past history has shown you what could happen.  When we stop fighting with them or beating ourselves up for having them, they may just dissolve on their own.  Likely they will at least soften.  Put your hand on your heart or give yourself a gentle hug and just tend to your own precious being.

Also, get curious.  Question your thoughts - are you certain that they’re true?  What happens for you when you let go of or stop repeating a distressing story?  When you stop spinning it over and over in your mind or telling it to others?  Notice what you feel in your body, heart, and mind.  What’s different in your energy and presence?

Once you catch yourself solidly in someone else’s business, find the practices that support you in disengaging and realigning with your true self, getting solid within your core. 

How can you give yourself a break?  How might you take some time and space away, for yourself?  Putting the phone on Do Not Disturb, turning it off, or putting it away is one of the greatest things we can do for our own mental health these days.  This little device can pull us out of the present more quickly than anything I know.  It breaks connection with the person right in front of you (even having your silent phone out can do that - if it pings or chimes even more so). For more on that, check out Omega's article, "Put Down Your Device & Pick Up Your Life." 

Also, if and when it makes sense, connect.  Reach out.  Listen to what’s up for the other person.  You can share your concerns if there’s an opportunity to do so in a loving (non-lecturing) way, but it may be more valuable just to get together and listen, really listen. 

Give yourself time for your own nourishment and nurturing. Are you eating in a way that truly feeds you, body, mind, and spirit?  Are you getting the sleep you need?  Drinking enough water?  These are some of the basics, so start there. 

Then, stretch a bit… when was the last time you just let yourself have fun?  Played for no reason at all?  Laughed out loud so hard you thought you’d pee your pants?  Lazed around doing whatever you wanted for more than 5 minutes, without guilt or apology? 

Nourishing our bodies, minds, hearts, and spirits is a worthwhile endeavor.   Unless and until we take care of ourselves, we’re going to keep showing up to life in a way we don’t like - frenzied, frantic, scared, angry, yelling… 

Tune in to who you want to be and how you want to be, especially in this relationship. Do what you can to reconnect with that version of you.  

Send out a prayer or light a candle for a person you love who you’re concerned about.  Send love out through the airwaves - this fills you both up with this beautiful energy. 

Send loving texts of support and don’t wait for or even expect a reply.  Stop asking questions you don’t really want the answers to or won’t believe anyway. 

Breathe and ease up.  Consider that things might be ok (because maybe they really are).  Let go of being the 911 operator, and maybe don’t be available for all the crises when they arrive.  Stop being the one who thinks they have to connect all the dots. 

Continue to learn and practice healthier, more effective, more intentional ways of being.  Allow yourself to be imperfect and awkward as you try out things that might not come naturally.  Discover the payoff for yourself. 

What if?

What if things are working out in a way you can’t see or imagine?  They might be.  Isn’t it as possible as the disaster scenarios the mind so skillfully devises? 

Permission to hope, to dream, and to remember that miracles happen all the time.  You’ve heard the stories.  Why couldn’t they be true for you or your loved one? 

Remember to catch moments and appreciate the beauty that they offer.  Lean into enchantment over fear.  Rest into good enough and stop doing too much.  Gentle yourself through the hard times.  Remember, you are most worthy of your own love.  And know that you are most certainly not alone in the struggles. 

Thoughts? 

How does this land with you? What are the ways you get back to your own business, your own center when life pulls you off?  Please share in the comments.  We learn together.  We grow together.  We find new ways when offered a fresh perspective.  

And, if you would like to join Joanne Richards for her next (free program) Prescription for Peace on Saturday, December 10th, please register here.  I find her offerings invaluable, and will be there!  Maybe I'll see you!  Who couldn't use a little more peace at this time of year?  

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Grappling with Life's Questions

11/8/2022

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Do I matter? Does my life matter?  What’s my purpose?  Am I doing enough?  What IS enough? Whether we say them out loud or not, many of us (myself definitely included) grapple with these questions from time to time or on a regular basis.  

Even though for many years I’ve held the mantra “No striving, driving, or pushing” and I truly feel the relief and freedom in claiming that, inside I still secretly berate myself for not being ambitious enough.  When I meet people who are DOING so many great things - big things that are changing the world, I unwittingly compare myself and come up short. Even when I'm choosing to not do too much!  Even when I'm happy with life as it is and not looking to grow or do more... 

I am reminded of my friend, Steve Aman’s question to me on the last day of Leadershape - a grueling few days in the Adirondacks challenging ourselves physically, mentally, and emotionally in an arena that was not my strength.  There had been things I had opted out of (and then reluctantly and with a ton of support tried again).  There had been things that terrified me, things that amused me, things I was willing enough to try and others that were an absolute “Oh, hell no!” 

I was not going to scale a telephone pole, somehow find a way to stand on top of it and throw myself into space toward some acrobat bar.  I was not going to blindfold myself and walk forward (or backward as some did) on the high beam or across the broken swing bridge.  I did get myself to the wire and across it.  I did pair up with Michael and do the “Wild Woozy,” leaning into each other’s hands as we traversed wires that slowly drifted further and further apart so that the only thing holding us up was our weight leaning into each other’s hands.  And I DID rappel off the 80’ cliff (or 800’ - I honestly don’t remember!  I only knew it was a BIG number that terrified me), even after watching some pretty skillful people get caught upside down for a bit. 

So, on this last day there - a day designed for “play,” my dear friend Steve asked me, “Do you have anything left to prove?”  The answer was clear.  No, I did not… “Then go have fun,” he grinned and sent me on my way.  I could watch others perform their feats and cheer them on, but I had done enough.  I’d do the swing and scream my primal scream ‘cause that looked kind of fun… but, other than that, I was good. 

So, in life.  How do we know when we’ve done enough?  How do we reach a point of nothing more to prove?  Is it measured by a certain income or amount in our bank account or retirement fund?  Does it come from winning a certain award or working your way up to a particular title?  Is it the number of hours you work or the number of people you’ve served or the number of likes or views on your Instagram post?  Giving a TEDx talk?  Does it come after we’ve finally done or created “the thing?” We’ve written the book, created the program, given the talk, taught at THE place in THE room or on THE stage we’ve been aiming for… is that enough?  

It doesn’t seem it.  More often than not, people seem to turn around and start striving again for the next thing.  Sometimes they barely even acknowledge that accomplishment (no matter how huge) before shooting for the next. 

I’d like to share a little reflection I wrote about “Enough,” rising out of a beautiful conversation with my friend, Sharon Rosen, who told me of a beautiful Hebrew word, dayenu.  As Sharon explained it to me, dayenu means “it would have been enough.”  What a concept.  Something to rest into.  The way I want to live - so that when I die, I truly can feel “it was enough.” 

Enough
by Barb Klein
 
If I only did well with my own family, it would be enough.
If I only wrote this book for me, it would be enough.
If I’d only ever done what I’ve already done, it would have been enough.
If I could remember and believe this, I would believe I have nothing left to prove.  Nothing at all…
I am enough.  Exactly as I am.  What I’ve done - is enough.
 

Can I lean into my own enoughness?  Can I embrace it and simply live the rest of my life for me, tending to me?  Trusting that that will allow me to show up for others as a way that feels good, fills me, isn’t like the way anyone else is doing it? 

Can I let go of ideas of how things should go and allow them to unfold? 
Can I allow myself to be supported?
Can I be willing to ask for opportunities and for help to find these opportunities?
Focus on my own healing, growth, creativity, and let it lead where it may (or not).

It is enough. 
It will have been enough.
I feel the deep contentment in that.
 
It’s time to heal - to release all the grief I carry - to breathe in the pines.  To listen to the wind - to feel the breeze.
It’s enough.
 
Let go the rushing.
Let go the frenzy.

Let them have their fun - their antics - their way. 
You have yours and it is not theirs, most certainly.
You, my beloved, are enough, just as you are. 

If I never lost another pound,
built another muscle,
or walked another mile,
It would be enough. 
 
Nothing to push for, strive for, or drive for!
Those days are behind me.

There’s no goal I can achieve
that will make me any more me.
 
And that’s all I long to be -
Fully, wholeheartedly me!
 
We are such fascinating creatures with our stories of “I’m not enough!  I’m too much!  I have to do more! I have to keep going, doing, achieving, proving…”  Is any of it true?  Worth checking in on!  We are each whole, complete, and completely worthy just by being.  Our worth is not determined by anything outside of ourselves.  And we are the only ones who can decide for ourselves how much we want to do, how much we need to create, how much we need to serve, and what is enough. 
 
I invite you to check out Jen Louden’s wisdom on the Conditions of Enoughness and see how you might apply this in your own life.  YOU get to decide.  You get to define what is enough for you, based on your very real life.  You get to choose to lighten up a bit on yourself.  And to keep practicing, over and over, because this too, is a practice.  I’m working on it. 
 
Where can you lower the bar for yourself rather than continually raising it, raising it, raising it?  What can you rest into as “exactly enough?”  What are you striving for that you can relax about, let go of?  We are so hard on ourselves and so easily judgmental of what we have or haven’t done.  
 
Just for today… be gentle with yourself.  Just for today… let it be enough.  Whatever “it” is. 
 

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Revival!

8/31/2022

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Revival - an improvement in the condition or strength of something. (as defined by Oxford Languages).

When I first thought about “revival,” I thought it meant “brought back to life.” I suppose that would certainly be considered an “improvement in the condition or strength of something,” wouldn’t it?  So, I am going to stick with that felt sense of the word. 

I’ve had a month of revival, and I must say I’m emerging with a fresh energy, a renewed and deepened connection with myself, and a fresh enthusiasm to engage with life and this next chapter in a beautiful way. I’m looking at my work with fresh eyes and a willingness to shake things up.

In July I got a very strong internal hit to step away, pull back from obligations and work that wasn’t filling me any longer. That hit also came with a strong desire to add in more fun, more play, more rest, more joy.  And so, I did.

I cleared my calendar of appointments that could wait til later.  I bought tickets to live music, which I have learned in recent years is a thing that fills my soul and is something my husband and I enjoy doing together.  I jumped into the Great Rhythm Revival (that “thing” I mentioned in my last newsletter) very spontaneously and a little uncertainly.  I booked a trip to Omega Institute to meet a friend I’d only known by Zoom and phone for 2 ½ years – we’d co-facilitated 2 online retreats in that time but we had never actually been in the same room together, never shared a hug or a deep sit-down face-to-face conversation!  I bought tickets to the Avett Brothers in Chautauqua and then added to a day pass so that we could listen to Scott Avett’s non-lecture about spirituality, faith, and creativity which led us to add an extra night to our stay and invite a couple of friends to join us.  I found a gorgeous simple peaceful cottage on the lake to hold us for those nights. 

I’ve been on the road A LOT!  Probably away from home more than not this past month. But, because it was fueled by joy, I feel filled up rather than depleted.  Revived, if you will! 

So, this Great Rhythm Revival… what the heck is that?  I wasn’t sure other than knowing I was jumping into some peace, love, and granola kind of happening with drumming, dancing, and fire.  I went with Sandi Sabene, my partner for this year’s retreat and a friend who I haven’t had much chance to play with and a dear friend of hers.  I could have (and would have in the past) felt like a third wheel, an outsider, especially since these two are beloved members of this community that has formed over many years.  But, I didn’t.  Why?  Because I went in with a solid sense of myself and a strong ability and desire to take care of my needs during our time together.  I let go of FOMO and gave myself permission to listen to my body, heart, and spirit – to nap on our porch rather than join a workshop, to dance rather than write, to go to bed rather than go to the fire.  To say “yes” to me rather than to other people’s expectations or desires. 

I also gave myself full permission to let loose and find the carefree, joyful me who was so hungry to come out and play!  To close my eyes and drum even though I don’t really know how.  To join the transformative dance workshops and let my body move as it wanted to move (which was way more than it has in the past year or more due to a lengthy bout of frozen shoulder).  To say “yes” to the body paint (a little the first night and all in the second) before the dance party!  To dance in the front row and not care that I’m so tall.  To sweat.  To jump into the pond and float with women I was just meeting for the first time.  To talk to strangers – to dare to believe that I might belong.  To meet new people and to buy my ticket for next year because I know this is good medicine for my soul! 

During that weekend I found or reconnected with parts of myself that had been sleeping for too long.  My nervous system settled, awakened, healed in ways it hasn’t in a very long time.  I was nourished and fueled on all levels.  The conditions and strength of my something was very much improved! 

I returned home with a solid connection to my true self. I felt grounded and strong.  I had crystal clarity, which allowed me to stand on my ground and face some BS that came my way almost immediately.  Finding ourselves and letting ourselves free is vital to our life force energy.  It’s critical to be solid in our own core in order to not be buffeted around by life and other people. 

I feel like I’m in the gooey phase of transformation/transmutation now… like the caterpillar in the cocoon, in the dark, but not in a bad way.  There’s been a strong desire and need to go within, to find quiet and stillness in order to hear the whispers of my soul, the calls for what’s next. 

I don’t know what’s next, and that’s ok.  In this space I don’t have to know.  I only have to be open.  To listen deeply to my heart and soul – to follow the inner nudges that do know.  To sit with the not knowing and allow things to unfold. To catch and follow the fresh inspiration when it comes. 

This phase is calling me to let go of things I’ve done for a long time, and trust that I will be able to create anew when the time is right.  I’m not trying to box anything in to what it used to be or what I’ve always done. I’m not trying to force or figure anything out.  Aaahhh… it feels like a breath of fresh air that I can expand into rather than a stagnant stale container cramping me in. 

On my solo drive to Omega, I listened to great podcasts (Cheryl Strayed on We Can Do Hard Things – 2 episodes – really lit my fire!).  I listened closely and paid attention to what their conversation awakened within me.  I longed to devote more time to my writing and for writing time with Cheryl.  I’m taking steps to honor this deep knowing.  Shortly after returning home, I saw that shel is offering a writing workshop in Omega!  I am returning before too long!!  Opening to one of my core gifts, to one of my principal practices and mediums, to inspiration, to a place and space that nurtures and nourishes me in a deep, deep way!  I’m excited! 

Listening to Scott Avett talk about not wanting to be boxed in or blocked out by labels, I felt a deep resonance in my core. Scott spoke of the need to be real, even in front of other people.  To let content arise from lived experience.  As I witnessed the band shake off any perception that they were simply a “folk band” with a strong rock and roll show, I smiled, imagining their intention.  “You think we’re folk?  Watch this!”  It was an amazing performance, coming from the authenticity of the band members.  Perhaps the best show I’ve ever seen from them. Why?  Because they were letting themselves out to shine and play!  They were being moved from the inside out! 

I have many reflections living within me from this month of revival. I have so much gratitude for those who flicked me awake and to myself for being there for it!  For showing up, ready and willing to be awakened, ready and willing to take a risk, ready and willing to break free, just a little bit more, letting go of some of the cares about what others think of me or expect from me in order to more fully honor myself. 

Sounds selfish, doesn’t it?  And yet, I have no doubt that all of this revival will allow me to serve the world in a better and stronger way than I have before.  I don’t know exactly what that means, but I’m ready and excited to witness and be part of the unfolding. 

Your turn…
What’s feeling old and stale to you?  Where can you shake things up a bit, in a really good way?  Where might you bring in more joy and playfulness to your days?  Where can you add in fun?  What can you cancel or reschedule that maybe doesn’t have to happen right now? What truly matters most to you right now – at this moment in your life? What parts of you have been sleeping or gone missing for too long?  What parts have not yet been discovered?  Where would you like to begin your revival? 

If you'd like a short meditation practice to support you, I've recorded Revival just for you! 


If the Great Rhythm Revival sounds good to you, check it out and join me next year!  As I was promised, you won’t be disappointed and you’ll likely love it! 

Want to give yourself a little revival much sooner than next August?  Join me and Sandi Sabene (she was the friend I went to Revival with and has facilitated drum circles and creative expression experiences for decades) at Let Your Light Shine Women’s Retreat Sept. 23-27.  She and I are lit up and so excited to be co-creating this magical 5-day experience together!  

Five spots remain.  This retreat may not happen again (at least not in its current form), so if this version is calling you, now is the time to jump in!  Don’t put it off til “next year!”  

I just don't know for sure what's coming.  I know there will be more retreats. I know there will be fresh and inspired offerings... so, stay tuned as more is revealed over the coming days and months!  This is where I am -  truly am in a space of wonder, curiosity, and possibility, discovering for myself what will be next! I'm excited!  And, you'll be the first to know! 

​And, as you can see from the rest of this post, I feel like it's always a good idea to seize the opportunities as they come rather than wait!  

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Love IS Tough!

8/1/2022

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Whether it’s love for a child, partner, family member, friend, or ourselves.  Staying IN relationship is almost always harder than walking away.  Being willing to have the tough conversations, to admit our hurt or misunderstanding, to ask “what happened?  What did you experience?” and share what’s going on for us, however imperfectly the words might fall out of your mouth. 

Personally, I almost always bumble my words in real time.  They don’t come out nearly as coherently or smoothly as they sounded in my head when I am face to face with this person with whom I’m having some kind of struggle.  I didn’t grow up learning how to express my anger or hurt or how to ask for what I need. 

I grew up hiding from conflict, avoiding it like the plague.  Love and anger did not compute – in my mind they negated one another.  I couldn’t be angry with someone I loved.  If they were angry with me, that must mean our relationship is over.  Anger has always been a little scary for me – mine as well as others.  The silent treatment riles me up - I sometimes provoke just to get some kind of interaction going, even if it isn’t pretty. 

Love, my friends, is tough.  It’s so much easier (in some ways) to ice someone out, cut them off, be “done” with them.  Walk away and stop trying to mend what’s been damaged or heal the hurt. 
It takes effort to be willing to muddle through a conversation when both of you are hurting and/or upset.  As we learn to take good care of ourselves it can be hard to figure out how to do that AND stay in relationship, honoring that we both have needs and at times those needs might be in conflict. 
It takes learning new ways to wait and new ways to communicate in order to reconnect after there’s been a mishap.  It’s painful.  It’s often ugly, and may involve some tissues, some big sighs, some exasperated gestures or voices.  It’s tricky to stay out of defensive posture, hear the other person, while also sharing our thoughts and feelings. 

Self-compassion is also critical, as I tend to beat myself up, imagining what a terrible person I must be if this person I love is so upset.  I hate hurting people and would far rather blame myself than someone I love.  Self-love can be tough. 

If we are wise, we allow time and space for each person to think things through, to look at our own stuff, to feel what’s bubbling within us, before we try to come together.  However, in the silence, alone with our thoughts, we conjure up stories that may be far worse than what’s really going on.  Someone avoids us or doesn’t take our calls, and we give it all sorts of meanings.  How quickly we go from sadness and hurt to fear to “F@#& you!” depends on our own personal boiling point or how often we’ve been abandoned before. 

I do not believe in “tough love” as too often prescribed for families and friends of loved ones who struggle with mental health issues like substance use, eating disorders, or other problematic behaviors.  No, I don’t.  These people are already hurting and misunderstood enough.  Trust me, they pile onto their own suffering and adding to it is not going to help them heal or change.  Just, no. 

But I do know love is tough.  Hanging in there in a way that works for you as well as the other person is tough.  We fall in love with our babies and our partners so easily, we may not grasp the reality of the work and care required to stay in relationship with these people as we all grow and change. 

I am discovering the gift in the relationships that require extensive work.  Each time we make it through another round or problem, we deepen our connection.  We add to the evidence that we will last.  We learn to trust the relationship, and we remember (at least for a minute) not to take it or this person for granted. 

Love is tough.  It requires a willingness to be clumsy, a commitment to be honest, an ability to show up and speak up, even when it’s uncomfortable.  The ability to take a risk because the relationship matters.  It requires that we show up fully and authentically – not pretending that all is ok until we somehow get beyond whatever happened.  True friendships and deep relationships require honesty and for each of us to be true to ourselves.  I am not interested in superficial connections.  I want to dive deep with my people.  Diving deep is going to get messy at times. 

It's tough.  And in the end, it is so worth it.  As we grow together, we learn more about one another. If I can begin to look at you and really know and accept that your behaviors make sense (based on your history, your personality, your style, your way of thinking and being), I can more easily accept you and make room for our differences. I can appreciate that we are not the same, and that’s ok.  Hopefully you will learn a bit about my wounds, my triggers, my reactions, and my messed-up thinking as we talk things out.  We will both realize that everyone acts like an ass at times… including me and including you. 

I don’t have to take it all on.  Relationships are made up of people.  Whatever is going on here, we’ve created it together.  We may not have meant to – things are often not personal or intentional, but here we are. 

How do we find our way back to the surface to begin again? Together.  One moment and one breath at a time.  Through reaching out and asking or inviting a conversation.  Through allowing space and time for that green light moment to reveal itself.  Through finding “our way,” which may not be entirely yours or entirely mine.  Getting beyond a need to blame or punish – ourself or the other.  Remembering our heart connection and coming with deep compassion and an open heart so that we can reconnect. 

Love is tough.   It’s not always sunshine and rainbows.  It requires deep vulnerability, the courage to say “I am sorry. I was wrong.  I wish that hadn’t happened.  I don’t ever want to hurt you" (but I likely will if you stick around long enough, because, hey… I’m human and so are you). 

Love is not always laughter and joy, even when we think it should be.  Life is always happening, and in the end, love is tough...so it endures.  Love is the way.   

**PLEASE NOTE: Not all relationships are healthy or worth fighting for - if you are being abused in any way, please get the help and support you need to take care of yourself and keep yourself safe.**

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Feeling Blah...

7/13/2022

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I don’t know about you, but I seem to cycle through phases of feeling energized, very on purpose, in flow, and then dropping into “What is the point of it all? Why do we do what we do?  What is my purpose?  Do I even have a purpose, or is this all for nothing?  Who am I?” 

It’s pretty unsettling and disorienting in the floundering times that hold such big, heavy questions.  I think it’s pretty natural.  My counselor says it’s ok, so that reassures me.  There will be times of feeling blah, needing to turn inward, to shut out the world, to give more to myself than to others.  It’s called nourishment, nurturing, true self care, and it’s vital to our sustainability as humans. 

The world is a lot right now.   Whatever might be going on personally, we each need to add multipliers to it that are weighing on us, consciously or not.  The pandemic goes on, the debate about the pandemic goes on, injustice, violence, discrimination, threats to life and liberty are everywhere.  Maybe the world is always a lot.  I’m feeling the accumulation of it pretty heavily right now, along with the collective weight of years of personal stuff. 

So, there’s been a bit of blah lately.  Not a lot of energy or motivation.  A strong desire to pull in, to slow down, to quiet down, to say “no” and to not be too available to others.  The clarity is strong, and the good news is I’m listening despite the inner struggle that wonders if that’s really ok or if I’m at risk of becoming a hermit. 

I teeter between telling myself it’s ok and wondering if that’s really true.  Mostly, I’m leaning into only doing what I want, what feels doable and reasonable given my current bandwidth, letting go of, or rescheduling non-essentials, releasing things that feel like more hassle than they’re worth.  As I write this it feels like a pretty healthy approach.  It just seems that I need this more and more these days, years, months.  Didn’t I just give myself a little sabbatical last year?  I did.  And this year. 

And now I need one again in the form I am able to create it – I will gladly see my clients, I will co-facilitate my group, I will continue to write… and I will put off things that do not call to me or do not need to happen.  I will cancel memberships to groups I don’t participate in – I feel the low-level pressure when I’m not being honest with myself. 

I showed up for yoga class on Sunday and thankfully the theme was tuning into and trusting our inner guidance.  Love when that happens!  So, as I practiced, I took a few notes. 

Here’s what I took away – what I was reminded of:
  1. We all have inner wisdom, inner guidance, inner authority. 
  2. When we are depleted, overwhelmed, stressed, or in crisis or survival mode, we lose touch with it.
  3. To connect with it we need to be willing to feel.  This may be why we over-busy ourselves or find other ways to numb or distract ourselves.  It can be uncomfortable to feel what our inner wisdom is telling us.
  4. Escaping, distracting, and numbing take us away from our natural connection with our inner knowing.  Work, alcohol, substances, food, activities, social media, our devices, and over-giving to others serve this purpose.  This purpose of protecting us from the discomfort. 
  5. Integrity comes from living in alignment with our inner knowing and guidance. 
  6. Slowing down, coming into breath and body helps.  Quieting down.  Connecting to something larger than ourselves through prayer, meditation, or getting out in nature helps.  Opening up space, breathing room allows us to hear and see more clearly. 
  7. There are going to be these moments when we feel unsure.  When we feel like we are flailing, lost, and confused.  Times when we release the last version of ourselves and our lives to step into what’s next.  In between steps there is often a pause – a time to cocoon in order to transform.  It’s not always pretty or comfortable.  It’s worth going there anyway. 
  8. To fully experience the richness of this human life, we need to be willing to feel it all and to be with ourselves in these moments of not knowing, of discomfort, of questioning.  When we can be with ourselves in these times, come home to our heart and soul for guidance, we allow ourselves to grow and become.  It isn’t flashy or pretty until it is.  Think caterpillar to goo to beautiful butterfly.  We too are like this.  We just need to give ourselves permission to go into the darkness, to huddle up, to rest, to integrate, to release any need to perform or prove as we become. 
The vastness of the ocean, the immensity of a redwood, the expansiveness of a canyon can take us away and beyond our own smallness to help us connect with the sense that something larger is at play.  In these spaces we can feel both our own insignificance and our interconnection to all things on earth.  We can find our belonging within the Universe and believe somehow that even when we can’t see it, there is a reason we are here. We do matter.  We can remember that we are not alone.  We matter.  We are needed.  Our voice, our ideas, our creations… unlike any other. 

Whenever you find yourself doubting that, I invite and encourage you to listen to Brandi Carlile and Alicia Keys sing “A Beautiful Noise.”  Something in this song wakes me, shakes me, and reminds me to hold on even when I’m not sure where I’m going.  It pulls me back to trust that the way will become clear (or at least clearer).  It reminds me that I have a voice.  I have unique stories to tell, perspectives to share, lessons to teach, invitations to offer, and gifts to give.  So do you.  Each one of us does. 

How are you doing these days?  Where is your inner guidance leading you?  Talking with a wise woman the other day she aptly noted, “I think people are fried.”  I think she’s right.  If you’re feeling fried right now, how do you recharge?  How do you reconnect with your inner wisdom and guidance?  What works for you?  Please share with us so that we can add to our own ideas.  In the moments of darkness, it can be hard to see a path forward.  We forget this current state will, at some point, come to an end.  It will.  


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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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Supposed To's

6/23/2022

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There are SO MANY supposed to’s out there…  each of us carries an extensive catalog of them in our minds. 

Big days hold so many expectations.  So much pressure.  Of how things are “supposed to” be or about things you’re “supposed to” do.  Birthdays, anniversaries, holidays. And also, weekends, evenings, vacations, mornings.  So many ideas of what should happen, what we should be doing, how we should be behaving - many of them not even conscious, but driving the show anyway.  These ideas weigh on us, drive us, lead us to judge ourselves and each other.  Have we lived up to the expectations or have we fallen short?  Have we nailed it or been a whopping disappointment?

This week has been filled with big days in my world – our anniversary, Father’s Day, my son’s birthday.  I’ve had to work to be aware of my “supposed to’s” so that I could let go of them and allow whatever was or whatever we wanted to create to be ok, to be enough. 

It has taken conscious effort to accept the reality of some situations.  No, I will not get to celebrate my birthday with my son in person this year.  My heart aches over that, but it’s just the way it is right now.  So, what can I do instead?  How can I find a way to celebrate him, me, us, this life, and the years we’ve shared and all that they’ve carried?  What will work for me/for us in this reality? 

I’ve had to work to choose to give us permission to spend our anniversary and Father’s Day the way we wanted to.  It’s ok to share a nice lunch instead of a big fancy dinner.  It’s ok to eat in and create a picnic that fits what I want to eat.  It’s ok to choose not to do gifts, because we just don’t need anything more.  It’s ok to make space to enjoy the day the way WE want – to decide together what works for us, moment by moment.  It takes awareness and presence to grant ourselves full permission to do this. 

I have had such high hopes for so many special days over the many years of my life.  Too often I’ve found myself disappointed or let down when things didn’t measure up.  So, is this settling now?  No!  This is simply letting go of all the conditioning that bears down on me about how anything is “supposed to” be! 

These supposed to’s extend beyond these special life moments – they seep into our roles (“good” mother, friend, sister, boss, student).  They permeate our ideas of what life is supposed to look like, how our plans are supposed to go, what this life’s trajectory should be like, how recovery should go, what a house is supposed to look like… on and on and on.

Often they lead to disappointment or a sense of failure because they carry the idea that there is ONE way or a RIGHT way to do anything.  They close the door on what might be true or right for you in this moment.  They limit us. 

Slogans, mantras, and pithy sayings can keep us locked in rules given to us or rules we’ve taken on.  Often, we don’t stop to examine them.  We don’t bother to consider, “Is this still true for me?  Does this work with where I am in my current life?  Does it fit my present-day thinking?  Does it make sense to me?” 

Spiritual supposed to’s can keep us spinning with ideas like “I know I should focus on my blessings or on what I’m grateful for.  I know I need to just let go and let God.  I know I need to accept what is… to surrender. To trust.  To have faith in a greater plan.  God wouldn’t give me more than what I can handle.  Everything happens for a reason.  What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger…”  and on and on these ideas go.  Sometimes these help get us through, but sometimes they are a spiritual bypass asking us to jump over a harsh reality.  Sometimes we just need to be real.  We need to sit in the messiness of human which may not want to hear these things in this moment.  Sometimes we need to take a step back and examine these ideas – are they really serving and supporting me in this moment or are they just making me feel worse about what I now judge to be my less-than-ideal behavior? 

How to deal with supposed to’s:
  1. Know what yours are.  Begin to notice them when they crop up – often as a sneaky force running below the surface of consciousness but very much influencing your experience of life.
  2. Examine them.  Get curious.  Consider where they came from.  Is this an idea someone else imposed upon you that you continue to carry?  Is this one helpful or is it limiting your ability to consider other possibilities?
  3. Wonder about them – what do these supposed to’s tell us? They may carry a longing or desire that genuinely comes from the heart.  They may reflect a sadness or grief (“it wasn’t supposed to be this way”) that deserves to be acknowledged and honored.  They may invite you to sit with what’s been lost. 
  4. Decide which ones you will keep and honor when you can and which ones you might be ready to let go of or reframe. 
  5. Open yourself to possibility thinking. 

Supposed to’s carry a sense of solidity, inflexibility, and certainty (which can be part of their appeal, I suppose).  They are constricting, limiting, and often based on the past or past conditioning or other people’s ideas.  They shut us down and close us off – keep us looking at the world through blinders.  They stop us from questioning, evolving our thinking and being. 

On the other hand, possibility thinking comes when we open our hearts and minds to consider what else might be ok.  When we face the reality that is here, we can choose consciously how we want to live and be.  We can open up and flow in a way that aligns with who we are in this moment – we can breathe in, feel into, lean into what fills us up with delight, satisfaction, or contentment.  We can decide what is enough and to go back to last week’s piece on Boundaries, we get to choose what is ok and what isn’t, what we will do and what we won’t do. 

When we open up to give ourselves permission to change and grow, we may release some long-held ideas of how things are supposed to go or what life is supposed to look like.  We may discover new thinking or consider fresh ideas.  We are more willing to consider someone else’s perspective. 

When we can open our hearts, listen to the wisdom and knowing our own bodies and hearts, we can begin to live in a way that better suits us.  We can find our own way – our own truth – to perhaps model, create, or teach a new possibility for others to consider. 

So many supposed to’s… and I haven’t even touched on the health and wellness ones, the how people are expected to behave in any given setting… 
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What supposed to’s get to you?  Are there any you’re ready to let go of, reclaim, or redefine? 
 

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