Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Taking in the Good


Perhaps because I’ve been on peaceful retreat for a week, I was able to observe the beginnings of an inner disturbance and respond differently rather than only notice agitation once it’s moving too fast to stop.

This morning I observed my mind take me down an unhappy path, and as I noticed anxiety and irritation rev up into a plan to get even or take revenge, I decided to tune into wise mind instead.  She told me, “The reason you feel bad is because what you’re imagining isn’t true. Whenever you make up a story about someone you love and feel bad, it’s an imaginary tale. Stand in the truth and you’ll be calm immediately.”

I decided to change the story. I recognized the goodness of the other person, his lack of malice and his faithfulness, and I took a deep breath. The moment I unplugged from the hurtful, untrue narrative, I was able to see his point of view and to wish him an enjoyable event. Instead of asking him to change, I changed my perspective, and went on with my day at peace.

What We Focus On Expands
If I can’t accept a circumstance or quality in someone close to me (or far away, for that matter), then I need to look for some quality within them I can accept, or focus on a different topic altogether. In looking for something to appreciate or even celebrate, I follow the gaze of loving kindness that lives at our core, and in tuning into that, I access solutions I couldn’t envision when I was so worked up about what is wrong.

There are always multiple things going on at any given moment. Where is my attention? I know there’s plenty wrong in the world --injustices are happening to people everyday, the land is being abused, profit is put before people, and too many of us are intent on accumulating more, swapping old things for trendier, prettier things, when much of the planet doesn’t have basic needs met. I know this.

And I am grateful to those who report, record, and analyze these developments and ferret out the causes. I stay informed, share information, and contribute to organizations working for change.  But I cannot keep my attention solely focused on these problems and be useful to others.  That doesn’t work.

Heeding Inner Guidance
“Perhaps this is how you know you’re doing the thing you’re intended to: No matter how slow or slight your progress, you never feel that it’s a waste of time.” This line from Curtis Sittenfeld’s novel The Man of My Dreams reassures me. The work I feel called to do happens with individuals, one at a time or in small groups.  I help people make choices to contribute rather than to critique, to create rather than to destroy, and to tune into their desire to live fully and inhabit the edges of their own goodness.  It’s the kind of vocation that rarely has a visible or immediate outcome. I keep at it because every conversation matters to me, even casual exchanges in the hallway.

I also work for a spirituality center that has as its vision, “As each person is awakened to the sacred in all life, the world is transformed.” I was there when we created this vision and I believe it more than ever.

Imagine a world where every person sees what is precious in everyone else, including animals, plants, work and creative efforts. How might that transform our interactions, our communities, and our environment? Because I can only change myself, I’m putting my energy, one person at a time, into seeing the preciousness right in front of me, because no effort in that direction is ever wasted.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

What’s Blooming in You? Thoughts on My Next Decade



It’s finally spring in Minneapolis and I’ve been thinking about what is blossoming in me right now. And what might I need to let go to make room for it?

On Turning Sixty
What’s being born in me is absolute delight at turning sixty in two months. I don’t often celebrate birthdays, but I’m giddy thinking about how I want to acknowledge this one. I am ready to claim the wisdom, confidence, and acceptance of others that might come with entering the age of the crone.  Although I haven’t completely identified what, I know that something needs to go, wither, perhaps even to die in me to more fully embrace this new decade. I know the zip code of the attitude but not yet the house number, let alone its fingerprint.

During my fifties, I’ve let go of needing to climb a career ladder and focused on working directly with people.  Because the corporate world honors those who manage employees more than those who work with clients, this has meant fewer titles, less pay, and way more daily satisfaction. Give me a 1:1 conversation with a 19 year old who doesn’t believe in God over a meeting about marketing any day.

Saying Goodbye to the Inner Critic
To more joyfully inhabit this next life chapter, I’ll need to release incessant self-judgment, the running commentary that tells me how put-together, thin (or not) I look, how smart, wise, or silly I sound. This inner critic takes the pulse of everyone’s assessment of me and measures my worth by numbers: how many read, like, or attend whatever I offer? It doesn’t help that in a recent yearly review when I asked how to move from good to excellent I was told that while the staff realize how valuable I am, all the clients need to recognize my worth as well in order to nail it.

In that case, excellence means winning over the 400+ people who are in the building each week at various stages of wanting what I teach. That may be an admirable goal, but it’s dangerous for a people-pleaser. Rather than work for universal acclaim, I think I’ll let go of wanting the excellent rating and concentrate on doing excellent work.

The Deepest Acceptance
Contentment gets born in the process of letting go of such scorekeeping, a practice of accepting who I am that goes beyond what I can re-arrange, such as my current wardrobe, body size, hair style, etc. Becoming at home with the way I write about what interests me, how I think about something and what I’m drawn to read, share and invite others to explore requires deeper acceptance. I can’t or won’t be like X (fill in the name of any famous author, 10-15 years younger, whose memoir is a best-seller.) And I have plenty to say.

When I let go of that comparison, savor who I am, and get my ideas out there because I love sharing rather than need a certain reaction, then what is now a young plant just blossoming will mature and bear fruit that can nourish me into old age.