Revisiting an old personal post

I drove down South Emerson Street the other day and was reminded of an encounter I had 6 years ago, as I was walking my then dogs Chester and Stanley while living one block away on Clarkson Street. This little house is all but gone, a newer, shinier and much more expensive one in its place. I remember having passed this house on foot maybe a year after this encounter, and met the man's daughter who was cleaning up the house as he had passed away. I never did bring him a hummingbird feeder, and now after reading this again I wish I did. Enjoy this little trip down memory lane, as it has helped me appreciate those small encounters that have a big impact on the heart!

The Elderly Man on Emerson Street

There is an elderly man that lives on Emerson Street. I would venture to guess he is in his late 80's. He lives in a house that needs a lot of TLC-the paint is chipping, there is mis-matched furniture on the porch, and the yard is overgrown with weeds. Sometimes I walk Ches and Stan down that block during the day. He may be asleep on his front porch, but when he is awake we smile and wave to one another.

The other day I was walking down his street and he was standing at his front door with a walker and watering can. His belt was unbuckled and it looked as though his pants were falling down. I wasn't sure what was happening in this moment, and when I looked again he said, "I need your help." Not sure what kind of help he needed, I tied the boys to his tree and went up the porch stairs. "I am caught on the door handle. I think it is my belt but I am not sure." Well, it wasn't his belt that was caught, but the belt loop. I coaxed him to move around a bit as I jimmied his belt loop loose. While I was doing so, I caught a glimpse of a few things: The inside of his entry was filled with old books and papers; his skin was permanently tan, the tan that let me know his work in life was hard work, maybe outside work; his teeth were rotted; his hair thin. Once I set him free from his predicament, he gave me a smile and said, "My, what an awkward situation to be in." I told him no worries, that I have been in similar situations myself (even though I couldn't conjure up any of this caliber). He went on to tell me he was coming out to water his plants. I was skeptical as the state of his yard wasn't conducive to plants.

He pointed me to three store bought red salvias that stood along his front porch. "I bought these the other day. They are supposed to attract hummingbirds. I need to water them so they will live and attract the birds." I told him how pretty the flowers were and how, yes, red attracts hummingbirds. He didn't continue to engage me, rather, he picked up his watering can and got his walker and continued his work. I got the boys from the tree and told him to have a nice day. He thanked me again for helping him.

I was struck by this encounter for a variety of reasons. The most notable one was the idea that the joys of life are found in the small things. Life can be hard, especially when you are a single elderly man, trying to hang on to a house and all that symbolizes. Here is this house, in shambles, with a yard to match, and probably too much for this man to manage...and the small joy this man could muster for himself manifested itself in three, store bought red salvia meant to attract hummingbirds. It made me want to buy him a hummingbird feeder and put it on his porch with a note that says, "From the girl who rescued you from the door handle." Maybe I still will.

Connections

I picked this up someplace, and I can't quite recall where. I was going through an old journal today and find the typewritten pages. Upon reading it, I feel that the reason I found it today was this is how I have been feeling lately. Some days, though, I find it easier to brush off such intense connection. When your heart can stand it, face your day in a purposeful way, and see what connections you may make in the most simple of locations: a grocery store, a restaurant...

Today I Feel the Pain of the World

By Mark Nepo, from Surviving Has Made Me Crazy

My dog's hips grind where no one can see.

She wants to keep up, but has to sit.

I take her home, pet her a while,

and go for groceries where

the old man packing bags

is staring off. I know by his heavy

silver eyes that he is a widower 

and just as he lifts my no-fat cottage cheese

he sees her floating somewhere before him

and the soda and the swordfish and the English muffins 

are piling up as the black belt keeps

moving, and I gently take the cottage cheese

from his hand and he returns, looking at

me, a bit dizzy to still be here.

He sighs, rubs his eye, and asks, "Paper 

or plastic?" I help him bag

what no one can bag.

After putting soda in the fridge

I eat out anyway, and next to me

a small woman trying to be heard

while her larger partner pretends nothing is wrong.

She knocks over the salt as he butters

his bread. He shakes his head

and wonders who she is.

Beyond them, in a booth by a window,

an elderly couple. It is clear they can't speak.

They sign each other and their faces 

are lively with yes and no and in between.

Suddenly over coffee, the man sees something across the road.

He's full of joy, pointing and smiling, wanting

his wife to see. It could be a hawk opening its wings 

or a burst of light budding a thin maple.

His wife never really sees

be he thinks she does

and he feels relieved.

I realize we are all this way.

Whether seeing dead faces at the register

or butterflies behind the light poles, sometimes

the skin of mind is torn and we are not 

separate beings. Once the talking is done,

we point and point at the proofs of love

for all we're worth.

I feel more today

than one being should

and can't tell

if I'm in trouble

or on holy ground.

Skateboard

The other night outside of my condo building, as I took Rene on a walk to relieve herself, I noticed a little girl with a skateboard in the empty parking lot of the medical building that sits diagonal to my building. She looked about 9 years old, with long blond hair partially covered with a helmet and was wearing her leg and elbow protection pads. I had noticed her and her little sister a few days before, this girl trying out her new skateboard and her sister trying out her roller blades. I remember smiling, remembering what it was like to get a new bike or skateboard when I was a kid.

As Rene sniffed around I saw the little girl looking as though she was practicing on and off the skateboard. She cruised for a bit and then fell off after losing her balance. She took the skateboard and slammed it to the ground about 5 times screaming “No, No No!” and a final throw to the ground, as she sat on the asphalt and looked forlorn.

Then she got back up, got back on, and cruised my direction back toward her house. I gave her a smile and asked if she just got this skateboard and she said yes. I told her for a new boarder she was doing really great and to keep at it. She gave me a quizzical smile and said "thanks, I will".

Obviously this image sat with me as I am writing about it today. How many times do we watch our friends or family members falter and say nothing? How many times do we watch our loved ones struggle and tell them what they should do differently? How many times do we shame, either privately or publicly, the people in our lives if they don’t act or do what we expect them to do?

I could have told that little girl “not to be frustrated or get so angry.” I could have told her how to gain better balance. I could of told her “skateboards are for boys” (I don’t actually believe that!). Instead, I gave her a few encouraging words, and I hope they stick with her to keep on trying.

Today, let’s encourage each other. Let’s not criticize or find fault. Let’s not shame others to make ourselves feel good. Let’s wrap each other in blankets of support and love as we all embark on our own life journeys. Because, you are going to need it yourself one day. You are going to try your hand at your own skateboard and you may falter and fall, too. You are going to need your loved ones to encourage you to keep going, even though you don’t want to. And then you will ride.

Spring brings feelings of the in-between

The trees are coming into leaf

Like something almost being said;

The recent buds relax and spread,

Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again

And we grow old? No, they die too,

Their yearly trick of looking new

Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh

In fullgrown thickness every May.

Last year is dead, they seem to say,

Begin afresh, afresh, afresh. - Philip Larkin

Every year, I feel like I have been waiting for spring for all my life. The grays and browns of winter begin to take their toll in the early days of March, when snowflakes still fall and the green blades of grass peeking out of their dormancy are covered in a light frost. Trees are still brown with no signs of life, and often by March I am feeling like my own signs of life are lost in the gray days.

By late March and early April I am woken up by the buds on the trees, the lilac bushes coming to life, the bulbs bursting forth from the earth their crocus, tulip, hyacinth, and daffodil splendor. My fingers are always crossed that there will not be a freeze or heavy snow to stop the visual signs of life spewing forth. Some years the finger crossing works, other years the heavy snows may break branches but the extensive moisture brings forth a more vibrant spring than ever imagined.

In this dichotomy of life, I also find the grips of grief around my heart. The past few years the grip is loosened more and gives me more room to breathe...but it is still there as I remember this time of year as a married woman, a homeowner, planning vacations and all the house projects and spending meaningful time with my now deceased spouse.

We used to take our dogs for long walks in the neighborhood after work or on weekends when the light of day began to last longer and the mornings were warmer and not so chilly. We would notice the crocus, the tulips, the other bulbs and landscapes coming to life. We would start talking of our plans for our own landscape and yard, seeing what our neighbors have done that we liked and noticing what we would do different. I begin visiting garden stores or just make that quick trip to Home Depot to spend just a little bit of money on some porch friendly plants that I could bring inside in case there was another freeze. And then May would come and, after Mother's Day, we would have nature's official "OK" to plant and landscape after the final frost.

But, I noticed something different the past few years. I no longer have that spouse, I am no longer in that same home, and I no longer have a yard to landscape. I live in a community where much of the landscape isn't personal; it is pre-planned by our "Master Association" and many people do more on their patios than in their yards. I have developed a love for my condominium balcony, where I start itching to clean the debris from the winter, plant pots and and get it all ready for long nights sitting out on it. Although I don't see many bulbs popping up, my community does a great job planting annuals and such for beautiful community gardens all summer. I coincide my morning walks with the vibrancy of the sunrise that hovers over open spaces and skies where I live. My condo has extensive natural light so I enjoy the light coming in the many windows and not having to turn on any artificial bulbs.

Seasons changing are a time for holding…holding the tensions between past and present, holding memories with living in the moment, holding that space of what if versus what is, holding grief and letting it go….

As spring settles itself into our souls for the time being, here are some questions you can ask yourself to get through any unsettling feelings related to seasons changing…

1) Where do you feel most connected right now? Where do you feel disconnected? How can you feel connected to those aspects of life where you are skimming the surface?

2) Seasons always indicate change. During this season, what can you develop for yourself that will bring newness to your life?

3) What do you need to resolve in your life that you need to let go of?

4) What joys in your life will this new season bring forth?

Sharing Your Story and Writing New Chapters

I recently have been coming out of a fog that lasted probably almost 8 years. I sometimes call it “the grief fog” where you are in the middle between the past and the future due to the death of a loved one. The fog that I was living in became my story for most of these years. The death of my husband Mike at his young age of 36 when I was 33 became the story for which I defined my life. I was living in a story that prompted decisions that I made along the way. For example, I became a hospice social worker because I was trying to make sense of his death. I thought maybe that was the reason I experienced this loss-to help others going through the same thing. I got attached to my story either to replay all that occurred; tell it to justify why I was doing what I was doing; tell the story because I wanted to go back to when life was “perfect”; or NOT tell the story because I didn’t want people to think certain things about me or pity me. Let’s face it: my story kept me stuck. Stuck in his death. Stuck in what I no longer had. Stuck feeling like the best years of my life were over and the future was long, dull and bleak.

Lucky for me and my story, I went through this in conjunction with efforts in spiritual growth. Having grown up Catholic, I just couldn’t find in only that religion the answers to the bigger picture I was seeking. Having always appreciated the world’s religions and the threads of commonality among them, I became a student of more modern takes on life, spirituality, interconnection and the afterworld. I became a reader of many authors and spiritual leaders who write about self-actualization, spirituality, finding your purpose, mindful living and my connection to the greater universe. Wayne Dyer, Byron Katie, Deepak Chopra, Mastin Kipp, Brene Brown, Michael Beckwith, Iyanla Vanzant and so many others have books on my shelves or bookmarks on my Internet browser.

I love quotes because they often can capture what is sometimes a difficult overall concept to wrap the brain around. A lot of my favorite writers talk about how we tell our stories in their work. I decided for this blog post I would denote a few that have impacted me.

Dr. Brene Brown: “Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.”

Mastin Kipp: “A setback is not a reason to stop. Setbacks are powerful lessons that test your faith, grow your confidence and make you a stronger person. Learn the lesson and get back on track.”

Iyanla Vanzant: “When you stand and share your story in an empowering way your story will heal you and your story will heal somebody else.”

Dr. Wayne Dyer: “Change the way you see things and the things you see will change.”

Tim Storey: “A comeback isn’t a go back.”

A lot of people talk about stories and how we learn from our past and “write a new ending” to our story. I actually don’t see things that way. I like to look at our stories as ongoing chapters…"The Never Ending Story” if you will. I can look back to chapter 4 and peruse the story about a great marriage to a good man. I can fast forward to chapter 6 where I read about his terminal illness and death. I can go to chapter 9 and read about the heroine’s new artistic pursuits as she follows her heart and soul. And then I can keep writing my story! Maybe chapter 11 a new love enters the picture. Maybe chapter 12 has a new challenge this heroine has to face. But because life goes on, I won’t be the one who actually writes an ending even when the ending comes.

Consider these questions for yourself:

• Where in your life are you “stuck in your story?” Why might you be stuck? Is it because you want to go back and fix what happened in the past but fixing what already occurred is out of reach? Are you trying to make a change in your life but fear is keeping you attached to your story and making change is that much harder? 
• What are some of your favorite chapters in your story? What are some chapters that leave you feeling compassion toward the main character? What are some chapters you want to delete but that that button isn't functioning on your computer keyboard?
• In writing a new chapter what life will it take on? Is it a chapter on romance? A thriller? A tear-jerker? What "bridge" can you make between your past or current story to your new story?

Iyanla Vanzant’s quote above has influenced me in the way I see my own story. What does telling a story in an empowering way mean? It could mean that you own what happened, you tell it from the perspective of having learned from it and you give hope to others who may be going through similar stories of shame, grief or fear. For me, I realized my story is an important part of my newfound creatively focused life. My photography, for example, comes from the commitment I made to myself after Mike died to keep having adventures as he would want me to. The photos I take are from these adventures and show parts of life that maybe other people might miss. My little boxes, as another example, came from having been through my own “dark nights of the soul” and how positive inspirations have been one tool to get me through. 

Now that my fog is lifting, I see my story with new eyes and actually look forward to and am excited by the anticipation of the next chapter. Where can you unstick yourself from your story and see what opens up for your new chapter?

The Night Sky

From time to time, I believe in the soulful rejuvenation of time away. By yourself, with your family or friends, with your pet, or however it looks to you, I believe that getting away from the day-to-day helps foster creativity, connection, healing, inspiration, and rest.

I decided to take a few days at the spur of the moment. I had a credit at the YMCA of the Rockies in Estes Park to use by the end of their slow season. I was just itching for some time away, and the weather and driving conditions were as good as it would get in a mountain town in February. I said YES to my intuition and went. The time away was reviving. I struggle at times, as a single woman working on my own terms living with just my dog (not “just” my dog, but Rene the Grey), to justify “getting away” because I don’t have all the other life qualities that might make getting away that much more special-a spouse and kids, a M-F 8-5 job, etc. And then I remind myself that I am living my own life and not the lives of other people and I get myself in check.

However, I do suffer from (non-clinical) seasonal affective disorder-meaning, I have diagnosed myself that I am just in a crummy mood during the months of January and February. I don’t ski or snowboard so I don’t have that enjoyment outdoors in the winter, so beyond the daily walk in many layers I don’t do a whole lot in nature in the winter time.

I won’t go into all the details of my time away-I won’t go into detail about feeling the most “me” than I have felt in a while, or how I balanced work, play and rest, or how I managed to run one morning, finally, run again without wanting to give up-But the one thing I want to write about is the night sky.

I fell in love with the night sky only just a few years ago. When I was living in Montrose on 3 acres in the country, the night sky was my companion for almost 2 years. I would turn off the porch lights at night with a cup of tea (or glass of wine) and sit on the steps and just look up. I could see the stars, galaxies, meteors….I pictured family and friends on the other side of the slope under the same night sky. I felt interconnected to my loved ones far, and to the people I was meeting near in my new community. This year, in Estes, I excitedly waited for the night to fall. I hoped the night wouldn’t be a cloudy one. The night sky did not disappoint! The cabin I was staying in was secluded enough and there were almost no lights. I turned off the porch light and stood outside with my tea and just stared up. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust and when they did….it was a constellation of stars. Not only crisp and clear but close, like I could reach out and touch them. I honestly saw a fabric of stars covering me and I felt safe, protected, loved, and totally and completely like myself. I became one with the sky and with it I knew…I AM EXACTLY WHERE I AM...WHERE I NEED TO BE. I AM IN THE RIGHT PLACE, AT THE RIGHT TIME. I couldn’t do justice of the night sky in a picture. So, I want to share with you some inspiring quotes that I hope will bring the inspiration of the night sky forward!

“Before we invented civilization our ancestors lived mainly in the open out under the sky. Before we devised artificial lights and atmospheric pollution and modern forms of nocturnal entertainment we watched the stars. There were practical calendar reasons of course but there was more to it than that. Even today the most jaded city dweller can be unexpectedly moved upon encountering a clear night sky studded with thousands of twinkling stars. When it happens to me after all these years it still takes my breath away.” - Carl Sagan-Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space 

“He was there alone with himself, collected, tranquil, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart with the serenity of the skies, moved in the darkness by the visible splendors of the constellations, and the invisible splendor of God, opening his soul to the thoughts which fall from the Unknown. In such moments, offering up his heart at the hour when the flowers of night inhale their perfume, lighted like a lamp in the center of the starry night, expanding his soul in ecstasy in the midst of the universal radiance of creation, he could not himself perhaps have told what was passing in his own mind; he felt something depart from him, and something descend upon him, mysterious interchanges of the depths of the soul with the depths of the universe.”- Victor Hugo-Les Misérables

Valentine's Day

I used to say Valentine's Day was just another Hallmark holiday. I used to think it was meant for just lovers, or family members, maybe close friends…

But lately, my thoughts about Valentine's Day have changed. It is about remembering how love can move mountains; that even a smile and warm hello to a stranger can change the course of his/her day; that a knowing touch and listening ear can ease a tense situation; that loving rather than judging, fearing, loathing, or despising is better for our overall health and provides us with self-love. 

I came across three poems I want to share on this Valentine's Day that represent love. I hope you find them inspiring and that you are moved to share them with others, and walk in your days with a loving heart.

This first one I came upon online and I really like the message 

of loving all the little and hidden parts of someone

These last two are by my favorite poet Mary Oliver

Limitation as a Self-Care Practice

I came across the A Step Along the Way prayer by Archbishop Oscar Romero many years ago. It left an imprint on my heart and soul, and I have been pondering it quite a bit these days.

The prayer in its entirety can be found here but in essence Romero is saying that we as human beings have limitations. That we are the worker bees, not the "messiah's" or "master builders". In our own lives we can only do so much, that we accomplish only a fraction of what we are here to do. That we "plant the seeds that one day will grow. We water seeds already planted, knowing that they hold a future promise.  We lay foundations that will need further development. We provide yeast that produces far beyond our capabilities." 

I got to thinking about this prayer a lot lately considering what has been happening in the United States with a political regime change and some of the strife that is occurring around it. Lately I have finally unearthed myself from a fog that has included a sense of feeling overwhelmed. What political rallies should I attend? What senators should I write? What activist meetings should I go to? Am I doing enough? I became paralyzed by the thought that I wasn't doing enough. 

And then I remembered this prayer. And I started linking this prayer not only to understanding my own limitations but also remembering the importance of self-care and self-compassion.

Brene Brown also talks about this in her own way. In much of her work she writes about perfectionism, and I see the link between perfectionism, Archbishop Romero's prayer, and my own sense of feeling overwhelmed and paralyzed. Brown describes perfectionism in her book Daring Greatly:

• It is not the same thing as striving for excellence; it is a defensive move, so that if we look perfect we can minimize blame and judgment
• It is not self-improvement; it is about earning approval
• Perfectionism is correlated with anxiety, depression and life paralysis
• It is self-destructive and an addictive belief
• It keeps us from the practice of feeling vulnerable and having self-compassion

I will take it one step further and say perfectionism keeps us from practicing the self-care needed to refill our personal "give tanks" everyday. 

Once we start feeling that only we can be the ones to accomplish something, or change someone's mind, or make the change happen we are falling into the depths of perfectionist thinking. Once in those depths, we stop taking care of ourselves and we stop having self-compassion for our own limitations and burn ourselves out, making us no good to anyone.

So, I ask you…

• Where in your life are you feeling like you are the only one who can accomplish something? Is that really true? Are there others who can help?
• Where in your life are you letting perfectionism creep in? Is it at work? Is it in the social realm? Is it in your home life? What does it look like? What does it feel like?
• What self-care and self-compassion practices can you cultivate in order to take a little pressure off yourself? What brings you joy? What lets you forget about your worries for just a little while and really show up, be present in what you are experiencing?

For me, I know I need to set some limitations. Pick one social justice issue I am passionate about and get involved. Most importantly, continue my own self-care practices that help me really live in the present moment and not get mired in the "what if" syndrome. From there, I need to have a little faith that if we all do a little bit it will make an impact on the collective whole. And that still won't be enough, but it is a step along the way...

28 Days of Random Acts of Kindness

"I alone cannot change the world,

 but I can cast a stone across the waters 

that creates many ripples." -Mother Teresa

I am an Aquarius-born on February 11th- and last year was my 40th birthday. I had a party and asked everyone who came to write on a piece of paper one act of kindness I could do every day, rather than bring a gift. People brought so many easy and cute ideas and no two were the same. These are just a sampling:

I got to thinking about what to write about this week. So much is happening in the United States and globally, and much of it isn't what elevates us as humanity. Bans on refugees coming to the U.S., shootings at a mosque in Quebec, and mosques in Texas burning to the ground (cause yet to be determined, but still). Even our Facebook feeds aren't elevating us, and are causing us so much stress but we can't seem to unplug for fear of missing out on something big. 

I decided what we need right now is a little bit of kindness, so why not set up a 28 Random Acts of Kindness Challenge, during my birthday month? Starting today, February 1st, and continuing to the end of the month, do one small thing for someone else that is kind. Maybe you do it outright, or "behind the scenes" where no one knows; maybe you write about it on your own blog or Facebook page, or quietly in your own journal. If everyone did one act of kindness a day, imagine how elevated our communities may become so that love, not fear, drives us to be the species we are really meant to be: Abundant, community oriented, compassionate, kind, sustainable…

If you aren't sure where to begin, use the above ideas as a starting point. Or, visit this website here that lists ideas for the next 28 days:

Random Acts of Kindness

The website lists these ideas that are easy to do, don't cost money and could make a person's day…and then that person may make someone else's day…and so on…so see? A little bit of kindness can make a huge ripple effect!

• Give free hugs
• Let people over on the freeway
• See if your neighbor has enough (running to the store? See if your neighbor needs you to pick up something!)
• Hold the door for someone
• Cheer on someone who is starting something new (a diet, a new job, etc) with a supportive text, email or card in the mail
• Smile and say hello to people you don't know

And if you are feeling burned out by the state of the world or even the state of your Facebook feed, giving to others is a great way to replenish your spirit!