The Gift of Giving No Fear

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For much of her life, my mother struggled to find joy. To be light. To be carefree.

For my mother, life was a challenging journey fraught with fears of everything in the world around her. Fear lived in her belly constantly stirring the bile into discord and unease that choked off her words and stuffed down her voice.

She wanted peace. Tranquility. Calm.

It is all she still wants.

And so she sleeps. She spends her days mostly in her room, napping and watching television. She will read, and she will pray.

And the days pass by.

She turns 94 this August. She is still a beautiful, sweet, gentle woman. And still she yearns for peace, tranquility, calm.

For a long while, after my father passed away and then my brother a year and a half later, she wondered why God would not take her. She was ready to go, she asserted. She wanted to. Needed to. She felt so much pain and anguish. So much fear. Would not death come and get her and ease her of her fears?

And so she prayed. And still, death never came.

Slowly, she has let go of her entreaties for God to intervene in her life on earth. She has come to accept her place. Resigned herself to being here until she no longer is here.

And my heart breaks open in Love. Her pain is my pain. Her fear resonates within me. Her sadness causes me to rise up and want to be like the sunshine. To create warmth, peace, love, joy where ever I go.

I am my mother’s daughter.

In his essay, “Archetype of the Great Mother“,  yogi, writer, dream-interpreter, Tony Crisp writes, “After all, our mother was the most powerful being in our early world. ‘Did she admire hunters; then we would kill dragons and cleanse the world. Did she feel the weight of the world; then we would be the peace maker and bring her joy.’ (W.V. Caldwell).”

I have been exploring the role of the Divine Mother. What does it mean to awaken to her presence? What does it mean to invoke her? To hear her? To make space for her presence to heal and guide the unhealed aspects of my psyche so that I can be of service in the world?

She is a powerful archetype.

Tony Crisp writes, “…the archetype of the great mother is more than simply a residue of our relationship with our own mother. Motherhood on our planet is as old as life. So the archetype holds in it all that experience, all those patterns of behaviour, whether of the mother wolf with her cubs, or the eagle rearing its young. To touch such enormous wealth of experience is to be penetrated by the holy. Something so beyond the limitations of our own small personality enters us and leaves its imprint.”

The Divine Mother brings me back to compassion and mercy.

 

In her book, Start Where You Are: A compassionate guide to living, Pema Chödrön teaches Tonglen Meditation or Giving and Receiving. It is a form of mindfulness meditation that awakens us to being compassionate with our own suffering so that we can be present to the suffering of others.

Chödrön and others call it one of the richest and bravest practices that we can do.

It is not easy. It is powerful.

Giving No Fear is at the foundation of Tonglen Meditation. It is the practice of learning to relate with our own suffering—our rage, helplessness, frustration, doubt, bitterness, and fear—instead of pushing it away. Of acting through gentle loving-kindness toward ourselves  to be present for our own suffering. In this way, we learn to stay with our own suffering without trying to change it or fix it. And in staying with our own suffering without changing it or fixing it, we are present for others.

I want to shine sunshine on my pain. To stay in the light and dance on rainbows and run through fields of wild flowers without thoughts of darkness skimming along the edges of my mind.

To give no fear I need to breathe into fear, invite it in, embrace it, know its presence and then, to release it for all the world to experience as light, fresh, spaciousness.

The Divine Mother is teaching me to hold myself in compassion and mercy. And in her presence, I am learning to be present with others in the same way so that I give no fear.

My mother has struggled to be free of fear. This is the gift I give her.

It is a gift we can all give the world. For today, I invite you to Give No Fear.

Namaste.

 

 

 

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Can you choose compassion?

flowers in spring copyIn, Start Where You Are: A compassionate guide to living, Pema Chödrön teaches simple steps and simple tools to find compassion for our own wounds so that we can hold others in compassion too. It is the first step she counsels — unconditional compassion for ourselves leads to unconditional compassion for others.

My eldest daughter and I were having a conversation about judgement. How so often, we look at those who have committed heinous crimes and talk about how we can never forgive them. How we want to rip their faces off, or put them in jail forever and a day because, ‘they did bad and are no good’.

Yet, to truly change the world, to make a world of peace and loving kindness, we must  separate ‘the crime’ from the soul. We must see the ‘crime’ as an act of being human, while still holding the human being in compassionate thought.

It is not easy. It is necessary if we are to create a more peaceful, healthy and balanced world.

So often, in condemning those who have harmed others and sentencing them to live in shame we are giving up on them. We are saying, you have no value. You are non-redemptive. You are not worthy. Yet, beneath the crime, beneath the harm they have caused, is the wounded human acting out against the pain they carry from the crimes committed against them. In our giving up on them, we are continuing the cycle of abuse. It leaves little room for awakening, little room for someone to see that what they have done to cause another harm is creating a world of harm all around.

And so the cycle continues.

A few years ago I worked extensively with police officers on ‘homelessness training.’ Every week I’d present to a different group of officers on the facts and myths of homelessness, as well as the impact our perceptions and beliefs about who ‘the homeless’ are have on our ability to work effectively and compassionately with individuals to support them in creating paths away from homelessness.

In the room there were always many perceptions of homelessness.  From’homeless = criminal’ to the belief those experiencing homelessness are there because they choose to be there to if they just stopped drinking, doing drugs, had a shower and cleaned up, they’d be able to get on with their lives. These beliefs created a barrier that inhibited everyone from feeling like they were doing their jobs well. For many, the frustration of working with the same person over and over again lead to disconnecting their hearts from their work so that they could do their job and not carry the pain of feeling ineffective, helpless, and a host of other feelings the officers shared in our conversations.

One day, one of the officers angrily told me that I was wrong. That treating ‘those people’ with compassion was not the path. That tough love was the only way to make ‘them’ change.

He yelled, pounded the table, talked over me in his attempts to get me to change my glasses to his view.

I sat in silence. I held the space for compassion to be present in our conversation. I was there to find common ground. Yelling back would not have opened minds. It would only have created bigger barriers.

Another officer in the room spoke up. He told the angry officer to listen up, to hear what I had to say because it was important.

At the end of the session, the second officer apologized for the other man’s behaviour. I told him he was not responsible for someone else’s behaviour. I did wonder about the pain the angry officer had to be carrying to be so volatile in that situation.

Later, I had an opportunity to find out. The district Commander heard about the incident and insisted the officer apologize. We met in the District board room and the officer acknowledged his behaviour was out of line. That he had no right to talk to me in the way he did.

You sound like you care deeply. You sound like you carry a lot of pain on this issue, I told him.

And he began to talk. He told me about his brother, an alcoholic, who died on the streets. He told me about his pain and frustration in not being able to help him. How he just wants the best for those he serves, and how he feels helpless.

He talked for an hour and I listened. Deeply.

In the end, we hugged. We had connected through our shared human condition.

To this day, I carry deep compassion and respect for this man. He cares. Deeply. His lack of compassion for himself, his lack of acknowledgement of his own pain, stood in the way of his heart breaking open in love instead of shutting down in fear.

We all do it.

We all feel deeply and then, to protect our delicate hearts, to soothe our aching souls, we build walls and barriers in our minds that we believe will keep us safe.

And in the process, we shut off our capacity to see that those who hurt others are hurting.

Desperate people do desperate things.

Hurting people hurt others.

It does not make ‘wrong’ right. It does mean to heal it, to stop it, we must stop condemning and begin holding ourselves accountable for how we respond.

I wonder what a world of difference we could make if instead of condemning, we chose compassion for ourselves and one another?

Let’s all begin where we are and see what happens next!

Namaste.

 

Facing the belief that is a lie.

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Fear lives in my belly. It is that grumbly, rumbly, churning feeling of disquiet that eats away at my peace of mind. When I give into it.

Love lives in my entire being. It is that warm, soothing, tranquil feeling of quiet joy bubbling up to embrace my peace of mind. When I give into it.

Which one will I choose?  It is up to me.

I can’t try to ‘be fearful’. I am or I’m not.

Yoda said it best.

“Do or do not. There is no try.”

Which will you choose today?

To take the path to the dark side, or to keep walking the path into the light?

Will you allow your fearful thoughts to drag you down, or will you allow loving kindness to lift you up and draw you out of the darkness and hold you in the light?

It is your choice.

On the weekend at Choices Seminars, I had a moment of fear wash over me. I’d made a mistake in how I presented something to the group, and my mind went into hyper-active defensive mode when I heard my co-facilitator point out to me how stupid and unprofessional I was.

Now — here’s the thing. That is not what my co-facilitator said. All they really did was provide me some constructive feedback on how to do it better next time.

In my fear of making mistakes, of looking stupid in front of the group, of being shamed for not doing it right, my fear heard their feedback totally out of context to what they said.

In the moment, my fear rose up and heard condemnation. In the moment, my fear drove me away from courage and truth into the darkness of criticism.

I’d like to tell you I recovered right there on the spot. 🙂  Truth is, as soon as I could gracefully do so without drawing attention to myself, (which was at the first break) I left the room and went to the washroom, had a little pity party and then pulled myself together. When the session resumed, I stood in front of the group and continued.

 

And here’s the thing about those moments.

It was a breakthrough. A moment of such deep clarity and light I could not avoid the truth that came spilling up out of me as all night long I worried over and thought through the events of that evening trying to discern why my reaction to such a simple moment had been so visceral, so immediate, so violent.

The next morning, I awoke, tired yet really clear on what that moment of feeling shame at the front of the room represented. And in my enlightenment, the sun broke through the darkness and light illuminated my path in all its brilliant clarity.

Since a small, small girl I had held a belief within me that is not true. I didn’t even know the belief was there until such an insignificant moment erupted into a deep dive into truth and the ‘belief that is a lie’ rose to the top and screamed in my face and, I swear, felt like it was ripping my heart out.

I won’t go into the details of the ‘belief that is a lie’, I still have a lot of processing to do on it. I will tell you though that I am celebrating. I am dancing. I am shouting for joy. This ‘belief that is a lie’ has caused me a lot of pain, confusion and harm. On some deep subconscious level I have always been aware of its presence, lurking in the darkness, disturbing my status quo and jeopardizing my capacity to feel and know pure joy.

Now that I see it. Now that I know it. Now that I can face it, I can deal with it.

I am grateful.

I cannot heal or change what I do not acknowledge.

I acknowledge that the ‘belief that is a lie’ does not serve me well. It does not bring me the ‘more’ of what I want in my life.

Today, I choose to step boldly, confidently and joyfully onto the path of light, love and well-being.

Which path do you choose today?

 

Namaste.

 

 

 

Share a Hug | 52 Acts of Grace | Week 4

 

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When in an open-hearted space and place like the Choices Seminar room, it is easy to give generously. Of yourself. Your time. Your treasures and talents.

At the hotel where the Choices Seminar is held, participants are encouraged to be generous with their tipping — we are a large group and can at times overwhelm restaurant staff and other areas of the hotel. Being at Choices meant Week 3’s Act of Grace invitation to show my appreciation for people who served me was easy to fulfill on.

It also means, it takes me a few days to get out of “Choices” mode out in the ‘real world’. To not greet everyone I meet, whether in meetings or on the elevator, or in my office with a hug.

Maybe I should change that!

One of the things I say in the Choices room is that my dream is to create a world ‘out there’ like it is in here so that I can effortlessly be ‘out there’ as I am, as I feel, as I breathe in the Choices room. A place where everyone has the opportunity to feel loved, safe, supported. A place where mistakes are celebrated as opportunities to grow and learn and do better. Where people believe in themselves. Find their voices and sing out loud. Celebrate who they are. Love themselves in every condition.

And one way to create it that way, no matter where I am, is to offer hugs. To simply not listen to that voice in my head that whispers, “Don’t hug. They’ll think you’re weird. You’re invading their space. You’re being pushy. You’re over-stepping…”

Hugs are a powerful communication tool. Hugs require no special equipment. They’re easy to give and take. Hugs connect us and create a powerful bond between our humanity.

Yesterday, as I approached a table where a hotel staff was selling tickets for the Sunday Brunch, I didn’t even have a chance to say hello before she stood up, opened her arms and walked towards me. We shared a hug and then went about the business of the Sunday Brunch ticket, both of us smiling broadly.

What a wonderful gift!

To know that hugging means as much to the staff as it does to me. To know we are connected.

And let me be clear — 10 years ago, you would not have caught me hugging strangers, hotel staff, or most people for that matter.

Now, I love hugs. I love how for a moment, two people stand silently together, take a breath and simply share human touch and a moment.

Make special moments this week. Share your warmth and generosity of spirit through hugs.

If you can imagine it, you can make it so.

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If you can imagine it, you can make it so. Turn the impossible into possibility. Get Creative!  (Art Journal. Apr 3, 2016)

 

Ten years ago, when I first walked into the Choices Seminar room, I could not imagine that I would still be walking into that room almost every month, excited to be part of miracles unfolding.

Ten years ago when I walked into that room. I was okay. My life was getting back on track. I’d spent 3 years healing from a devestating relationship that almost killed me and figured I was now doing okay.

Fact is. I was. Doing okay. I just had no idea how much more was possible than just ‘doing okay’.

Some of the things holding me back at that time (which I wasn’t really conscious of) was the fact I tended to look at the world through suspicious eyes. I tended not to trust that people really did want ‘the best’ for me. I tended not to believe people when they told me they loved me, or even liked me. I tended to walk on the outside of the circle, peering in, wishing and hoping I could be ‘normal’ or part of the group, but always holding myself back, just in case… I got hurt. I got ridiculed. I got rejected.

And here I am. Tend years later, about to walk into the Choices Seminar room once again, eager to experience the next five days of hearts opening wide to the wonder and awe of the magnificence of the human condition.

What a gift.

To have a place where I know, no matter what, I am loved. I am accepted. I am part of the circle. I am wanted and valued.

Ahhhh…. how my heart beats wildly free in the knowledge of feeling the thing I have always wanted to feel inside me. Safe.

Choices is a place where miracles happen. A place where hearts heal and lives change as people learn to let go of limiting beliefs and see the beauty of who they are truly are.

 

I am off to coach at Choices. Off to be immersed in healing and breathing into this amazing thing called LIFE.

I love it! Ten years ago I could not imagine the value I would find through Choices.

Yesterday, a beautiful woman I know had her birthday. It is because of her I went through Choices. I don’t think even she could have imagined what a gift she gave me. Thank you NR.

Have a great rest of your week. See you Monday/Tuesday next week.

Namaste.

Do you validate?

In response to yesterday’s reflection on Week 2 Acts of Grace where I remembered I forgot to remember to give gifts of words often enough during the week, Mark Kolke of Musing’s and other writings, shared a video of a speech on validation by Lance Miller.

Lance’s speech was brilliant enough to garner him 1st place in an International Toastmasters competition.

In his speech about learning the value of validating other people, Lance says, “I began to find something I could stamp on everybody I met. That little bit of goodness. That little bit of brightness.” As in, I looked for something positive in each person I met, and then I told them what I saw.

Imagine if, we all went through the world searching for the positive in each person we met.

Imagine if, we told them what it was we saw that made such a difference in our eyes.

Imagine if, we did the same for ourselves.

Imagine.

You tell yourself the positive things you heard about yourself throughout the day — instead of the negative.

Last week, I received lots of positive feedback and while I won’t share my list I encourage you to make one for yourself.

I will share what my beloved said that still resonates in my heart and soul. We were talking about being real. I commented on how sad it is that we feel the need to adjust ourselves and sometimes shift who we are to ‘fit in’ to the world and different situations.

“You don’t change who you are to fit in with people or situations,” he said. “You are always true to who you are.”

Wow.

My soul danced. My spirits lifted. My heart swelled up in love and joy.

Validation.

Affirmation.

Conformation.

All of these are the lifeblood of living passionately in the moment of now.

I am blessed.

Imagine instead though if I had stayed stuck on something that didn’t feed my soul, didn’t lift my spirits or fill my heart with love and joy.

Imagine if I’d held onto that feeling of having ‘missed the boat’ when I realized I’d forgotten to put the laundry in the dryer — and it now reeked of 3 day old dampness?

Imagine if I’d held onto that feeling of being ‘stupid beyond words’ when I took Beaumont for his walk one night and forgot to roll up his onesie so he could pee without getting it wet? (He’s wearing a onesie because he had the big ‘snip-snip’ operation last week and he’s not supposed to lick the incision.)

Or forgetting someone dear to me’s birthday? (which as I type that line I wonder about the accuracy of that phase ‘dear to me’s birthday’ and remember — it is someone very dear to me’s birthday today!

Imagine the self-talk that could ensue from all of that. I could be black and blue with words of condemnation!

It’s important to learn from our mistakes. It is also equally important to not get stuck in the negative self-talk our mistakes sometimes evoke. It’s important to not keep repeating the ‘you are so stupid’ or the ‘what a loser’ messages. We become what we tell ourselves and telling ourselves over and over again about our faults, creates the loss of our true selves.

Mistakes are opportunities to be reminded to pay attention. To listen up. To step into the moment. They are not meant to be opportunities for self-flagellation.

So, if you have trouble giving yourself positive self-talk, begin with validating others. Begin with telling those you meet about the wonderful things you see in them, and know — you cannot see it in another if you don’t have it in you.

It takes one to know one.

It takes awareness of the value of what you appreciate, to know the value of what you appreciate.

I appreciated C.C.’s comment so much because within me is the desire to know I am always walking true to who I am.

That desire lives within him too. Otherwise, he wouldn’t appreciate it in me.

As Lance Miller says in his speech, “A common denominator of all humanity is the fact that we are human. We are by nature imperfect. It takes no special talent to find an imperfection in another person. But every person goes through life wanting to be right, wanting to be valuable. Find that. Bring it out in them.”

Let’s bring it out in ourselves too.

And this short 16 minute film is one of my all time favourites. It may have also inspired Lance Miller. I’m hoping so because he inspired me, as did Mark.

 

 

Share joyfully | 52 Acts of Grace | Week 3

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Last week’s invitation to Inspiring Acts of Grace, “Give someone a gift of words” was challenging. It’s wonderful to tell people the things I like most about them in any given moment — it’s another to remember to do so!

Here’s the thing though, I could have done more giving of gifts of words, if I’d just remembered to do so.

Like, when talking to my sister, I could have remembered to tell her how much I appreciate how she took our mother to the hearing aid clinic on Friday — and how I appreciate all she does to ensure our mother is cared for and supported.

Or, when talking to my eldest daughter, I could have told her how I value her feedback and admire her ability to create inspiring words on her blog. (If you haven’t been reading her blog, give yourself the gift of her words. Amazing!  Find her here:  Alexis Marie Ink )

Or, with my youngest daughter, I could have remembered to tell her how I admire how committed she is to give back to community with the work she does as a board member for a local not for profit (I also appreciate being asked to give feedback on a project she’s developing for them).

Or, with C.C., my beloved, when he made me dinner, how I appreciate the efforts he takes to make my life easier.

Or, with the waitress at the Wildrose Pub when we went for lunch one day, how her warm smile made me feel very welcome.

Or, with my lovely friend Sherry who acquired one of my paintings and then promptly had her husband hang it in their living room, how I appreciate the affirmation her desire to have one of my paintings hanging in a place of honour in her home feels. Same holds true for my dear friend Kerry who is now the owner of the painting I’m using for my Inspiring Acts of Grace weekly blog posts. I love the feeling that my work is ‘coveted’ by others. It truly inspires me.

So many missed opportunities to give gifts of words last week!  And while I did give some, in retrospect I can see how not being conscious of the act of giving gifts of words, impeded my giving of those gifts!

NOTE TO SELF:  Stay conscious of sharing inspiring acts of grace in my every day living.

Which is why, this week’s Act of Grace is similar to last weeks.

Practice makes perfect.

Have a wonderful week.

 

 

Confessions of a non-list achiever.

I have a confession to make.

I know. I know. To have a confession to make means to believe I have committed a sin.

Okay, so it’s not so much a sin as a truth, a fact, a reality.

And, just to be clear, while not of the I stole a grape from the produce bin at the supermarket or I snuck a bun fresh from the oven when I knew there were only so many to go around variety of sin, this one tastes kind of sinful in my belly. Deep down in my roots. Simmering on the fires of indolence.

So what is this deliciously non-sinful yet sinfully delightful truth?

Get ready for it. You may be surprised. You may be shocked. Appalled. Aghast. Whatever you may be I know how I feel about what I am about to confess.

Not Guilty!

Yup. I do not feel even one iota of guilt for having had one whole week off work and not doing anything on my list of the many things I planned on getting done this week.

So there you have it.

I began my holiday last Friday. I figured I’d give myself Easter weekend to RnR it and then, come Monday begin to tackle the many things on my list.

I changed my mind.

Come Monday I looked at my list. I looked at the calendar days stretched out before me and decided to throw out my list.

To not be governed by a calendar schedule or a list’s demands to check things of as Done. Done and Done.

I let myself sink into the luscious pleasure of just being present to whatever life had to offer up, whatever unfolded with the rising sun without pushing myself into being governed by the demands of my conscience insisting I get busy, get doing, get going.

I spent time in my studio. I spent time reading. I spent time watching films on my iPad. I spent time with my beloved doing nothing other than chatting, holding hands and walking with Beaumont at the park, laughing, sharing a meal, doing what we felt like doing.

I decided on Monday that this was a ‘holiday’. It was not a working holiday (though I must confess. I did have 2 x 2 hr conference calls re a project at work and I did do some work for a couple of hours — but it was my choice so I really have nothing to confess! so there!)

It was a holiday and as such, like all the best holidays I can think of, deserved my full attention, and unstructured time.

My winter/spring wardrode did not get switched over. The den did not get cleared out of the boxes that still need to go into the cubby hole above the stairs. The linen closet did not get organized. I did not clear out the clutter. I did not organize the junk drawer (is that an oxymoron? Organize junk?)

I did savour each moment. I feel present.

I did read until late into the night. Sleep late into the morning. (7am wake-up is late for me) I feel so luxurious!

I did begin a 30 day Yoga challenge so that by the end of my 10 days off, it will be embedded it into my daily routine.  I feel good!

I did begin each morning with meditation. I feel centred.

I did end each day with kissing my beloved goodnight. I feel complete.

I did. I am savouring this moment to reflect, to share, to connect and honour the process of what arises without judging what arises by labelling it good, bad, happy, sad…

I am feeling….

Satisfied.

Content.

Serene.

Here.

And… while I know ‘the list’ still waits to be checked off, it is my choice when I get to it! Maybe, rather than organizing the junk drawer all I really have to do is get a garbage bin, pull the drawer out and tip all its contents into the bin. Fact is, if I haven’t missed or needed what’s in it, I don’t really need to know what I’m missing by sorting through its contents.

Maybe, like my list on Monday, all I need to do to feel free is spill all the junk out and let it all go!