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When my kids were little
We did a little meditation at night
Breathing in ingredients: milk, flour, sugar
Holding to mix
Breathing out cookies
It was sweet
I wanted them to know
That our breath is our signature in the world
What we take in and what we do with it
How we process what we receive
And how having been in our care transforms it
And sends it out to the world
It was simplistic, and flawed in many ways
But really important in my frame of belief
The world shapes us and we shape the world
And so creation creates
The exchange of energy shapes all life on earth
I have not spoken of nature nearly enough in this writing
Not just earth, flora and fauna (but definitely that)
Everything
The space in the room
The person I’m looking at
We’re all becoming together
And energy is being exchanged
Meaningful, multidimensional intelligence
That’s why forests feel so good
Cascading relationships
At the most intimate level
I love the Perelandra Center for Nature Research
Among other wonderful things, they talk about
Humans thinking gardens are expressions of nature
Nature thinking gardens are expressions of humans
Makes me smile
The interplay of becoming
Is shaping all of us - everything is included
How we interact with life in every aspect
Is our becoming
Is a relational orientation
Defensiveness dilutes it
Curiosity fuels it
It feels more than it thinks
Natural anchors for me as I become?
My dog
My plants
Bike rides by the river
Trees (in general and a few specifically)
Flower essences
My root chakra, sensing connectedness
Into this foundation
My breath comes
It nourishes me and mixes in with my cells
And it sings back out to the world
Exactly what is happening in me
Most of the folks in our culture can’t decipher it
But the trees can
All kinds of sentience is processing our exhale in myriad ways
Connection is literal
We are shaping each other - all of life - fresh in each moment
I want my breath to bless the world
My inhalation an act of gratitude for the infinite gifts I’m receiving in each breath from all the beings of the world
My exhalation, my creativity, my expression, my appreciation
When those molecules came through me, they were loved
And now i release them
Life brings the ingredients
I offer cookies.
The paradigm I imagined as I grew and navigated the world
Was that I was developing myself through school and life, family and society
To become a fully formed adult
Who would then navigate the world
Trying to reach that adult’s goals
While protecting myself from the hardships and challenges
That seemed like a constant onslaught
There was a near constant feeling of defending myself
Trying to prove the value and values of the developed adult self
And strive for transcendence
Illness re-wrote my understanding
Slowing down
Accepting what was happening as life
Not an assault
Learning that I wasn’t, even at this late age, a fully formed adult
I am a developing human being shaped by life
I don’t have to defend myself
In fact, when I soften myself
And meet my life, circumstances and feelings
I become more relational, curious
I grow
This was an enormous upgrade
Especially for my beleaguered psyche
And it shifted my orientation
To one of becoming
AND to recognize that my becoming
Is a cocreative process
I’m not the only one responsible
Life is living through me, as me
My responsibility isn’t defending who I am
It’s meeting life to become who I am becoming
Not my idea of it
But what Life is inviting me to
Knowing all my values that shape my actions
Knowing my North Star
This context of becoming
Lets me be soft about what I haven’t achieved
Knowing I am in processIt helps me cultivate patience and curiosity
Openness and compassion
It keeps me from discounting what I have achieved, too
Just because my results may not meet a picture of what I thought I should be
I can trust that I am becoming
Life is not annoyed by me or punishing me for not being something else
This new orientation
Invited me out of the mental realm of who i think i should be
And into curiosity
About who I am now
What am I feeling
What is my energy level?
How do I honor my values in this circumstance
And how do I settle into the lived experience of this day
And so I breathe
I feel all of it
Thankfully, through the breath
The feelings swell, then release
And I can feel the waves
And the foundation between them
Even as they tumble me
Because in this context of becoming
I am willing to let life shape me
As I inhabit my center
I feel like the marble
And life is carving Lila
Not from a picture of what I should be
Just revealing who I am.
We’re all doing our best to live our lives as well as we can
And that means something different to each of us
But certain things are universal
That smile in your heart when you truly feel seen and enjoyed
The lifting of your cheeks when you make someone giggle
The expansion of your being when you witness a stunning moment in nature
In the structures of culture
Money often equals success
A life well lived
But as infinite documentaries have shown us
That’s not necessarily true
Money does not immunize us from hardship
Though no money is a pervasive hardship in itself
So, we do our best at what’s before us
Strive for what we desire
Sometimes succeed
Sometimes fail
But let’s not forget
Everything is holy
Every struggle is holy
Every success is holy
Every being is holy
Every item is holy
There is nothing in creation that isn’t holy
Because it’s exactly the wholeness of everything that’s holyWe can ignore or deny that holiness, wholeness, connection
And that’s where trouble starts
Trying to amplify holiness is equally problematic
One thing being holier than another is just not possible
Of course, recognition of holiness varies tremendously
And that comes down to ways of seeing, orientation
And there is a big philosophical discussion here I’d love to have
But for now, the point is: God is All Of It, and thus in all of it
Slowing down and looking people in the eyes reveals the light of divinity
Each person, a specific flavor and texture and shine
The constant striving, the hungry ghost
Can’t see it
Nothing is meaningful but the expressions of the chosen ideal
And attaining its markers
It’s safe to say that I have failed in achieving some key markers of success
But in doing so, I am touching into deep richness
I’m not particularly enjoying it
But I can’t deny there’s something tender and true I’m accessing
And it’s shaping me
I started studying attunement and coherence
So I could be a positive influence in the world
And boy, am I grateful I had that drive to begin
Because it’s serving me and it’s exactly what I need
If I were starting today, in my time of need
I wouldn’t have this depth of practice to support me
In hoping to bless the macro, I am living the blessing in the micro
It’s also making me very sensitive
To the many habits and mindsets of hustle culture I still employ
Though I have set down an enormous load
I still fear my bank balance is a reflection of my worth
Even though I can look at someone else in dire straits
And know that’s not true for them
Tomorrow I have an interview for a $18/hr job, and I really need it
Of course, I’d love to land in a well-paying role
But, I’m happy to step into a role that requires my skills and capacities, however humble
I’m reminded of the manifesting practice of writing million dollar checks to yourself
A practice that always made me laugh
Because, yes, lightening does strike from time to time
But I believe more commonly
God works in small, unmarked bills.
When we were traveling
My kids would often ask how we would make our way in the next foreign town
“We’ll ask for help!” I’d say cheerfully
And we were often amazed at the kindness of locals
Receiving unexpected gifts has me realizing
While I’m happy to ask for help on the streets of Frankfurt or Rome
I’m hesitant to ask for it where I truly need it
I feel less-than, an imposition, shame, like I’m asking for something for nothing
I’ve got to spend some time with that paradigm
Because I’m the one who created it
And it’s going to need to be me who dismantles it
It’s a hiccup in relationality
And I want to cultivate full, deep breath
Long after the Buddha had reached enlightenment and formed a noted ashram
He and his monks would go out every day with their begging bowls
Someone asked him
“Your community is secure, why do you still do this?”
And he responded:
‘To give people the opportunity to be generous
Many of these people work hard all day and are consumed with chores in the evening
Without us coming here
They would have no opportunity to live the merit of being generous’
In other words, their receiving alms was a gift to the givers
Offering others the opportunity to be generous was an act of generosity
I’ve felt the joy of generosity as a giver
And I’ve been stunned by how uncomfortable I am as a receiver
Even though I’ve known this story
I received a letter. Four words written on a full sheet of paper
“I believe in you”
First made me cry
Then made me question: Have I been believing in myself?
So I sat with that question and cried some more
I believe in myself very much in certain ways
But there is a chasm
Where I am cowered with a begging bowl, and not out of generosity
There’s something for me here
Something to feel into and gently question
Not to fix myself but to expand the space in which I’m experiencing myself
Loosen some of the armor I’ve acquired
Let tumble some of the scaffolding
Of things I’ve believed and ways I’ve believed
It’s time to grow
But one thing I know for certain
Our kindnesses to each other
Are gleaming stars in the vast expanse of life
Let’s revel in them, whether we’re giver or receiver
For we’re all worthy of love
And they are an innately reciprocal love delivery system
We know interdependence as a fact of life
That we need the trees to breathe
The bees need flowers, and the flowers need bees
And none of us could eat without pollinators
It’s a complex web
And we know it
And we marvel at it
But does it sink in?
Every breath, we take in 25 sextillion molecules
25,000,000,000,000,000,000,000
That’s more molecules than there are grains of sand on the beaches of the world
Every breath
Those molecules
Have come from the exhalations of every other being on the planet
Trees, cougars, humans, caterpillars
(As well as power plants, cars and factories)
That’s how connected we are
But somehow we often overlook it
How the world would change if we considered this practically…
I believe the body reads the breath
The way the brain reads the newspaper
And even though our mind doesn’t decipher the language
I believe our bodies are aware of the world and each other
Far more intimately than the mind
We know
We just don’t know
We are intimately connected
And everything we do
Matters.
Last week, I had some profound, unsolicited, enormous gestures of help
Thank you.
It’s humbling.
And incredibly meaningful.
I’m trying to receive them just with appreciation
Not the shame and rush to reciprocate that’s also there
But, of course, I need to feel all of it, let it be what it is
I’ve cried a lot
And in the complexity of those tears
I’ve met what feels like all the emotions
Like little prisms from the tears as my attention sees different angles
It also reframes all of the things I’ve thought about myself
Because I do have this feeling I should be independent
Even though I know I’m not
Nor do I want to be
I want to be connected
And I am, as you’re proving right now. Thank you.
Life is complicated, and full of contradictory poles that we dance between
I believe in the harmony of nature, even though nature can be cruel
I believe deeply in the radical intimacy of all things, even when I feel estranged
I believe that our smallest gestures can have the greatest impact
And that sometimes our grandest gestures can have unintended consequences, too
The deep generosity I received didn’t solve my situation
But they softened it, softened me
Made me feel seen, cared for, believed in
Those gestures matter
Like the bee’s visiting a flower matters
Sometimes we’re the bee
Sometimes we’re the flower
Always, we are connected.
Thank you.
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