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As we approached the winter of 1999
And the potential unraveling predicted due to the Y2K bug
Most of the programmers I worked with had survival kits & bunkers
I lived on a lake and had a wood burning stove, so I wasn’t worried
But the speculation on technological collapse and societal upheaval continued
Right up until it didn’t.
Similarly, as December 2012 approached
Many of us were curious what the end of the Mayan calendar might mean for humanity
Turned out, not a lot.
But the cultural energy was riled
And all of the hubbub turned out to be unnecessary
1999 and 2012 each held the potential for massive societal change that didn’t materialize
But, as it turns out, they both offered massive personal change in my own life
1999 was the year I met my husband, and my life was completely different from then on
2012, December 21 specifically, is when we pulled our kids out of school and unintentionally began ‘unschooling’
The end of a district-wide calendar having control over our family’s life
Changed everything
So once again, I had this very personal experience of what was supposed to be a broad cultural movement
And this may be part of why I’ve become so comfortable
With my context of Inner Activism
And why, as I witness the atrocities in human rights going on
I again have to turn to how I’m treating my most vulnerable parts and each person I meet
Committing to care
Finding a place to volunteer in my community
As a reciprocal action of inner touching outer
Because the mystery is in charge
I got so many rejection letters this week, there’s no way I can keep doing what I’ve been doing
Maybe my breakdown’s breakthrough can’t help but emerge
When I stop trying to enact the prophecy of ‘getting a job’ as I think it should look
Maybe there’s an entirely different interpretation that will make sense in retrospect
As Kierkegaard said,
“Life can only be understood backwards
But it must be lived forwards.”
I’m curious what my forward looks like
Without past referencing
Because those structures simply won’t have me
And whatever fear I had about failing
Has been well and truly experienced again and again
So, here, 90 days into this daily inquiry
I have to ask
What might what’s next for me look like if not any of the things that I thought?
And I breathe, and I feel, and I invoke my curiousity
As I grieve a startling number of failed efforts
Because I have no idea what to do
But, maybe that’s just where I need to be.
The day my husband introduced himself to me
The final day before GM’s annual 2 week shutdown
When he substituted for a team member
At a meeting I was convening
I distinctly remember thinking
“Isn’t that cute, this farm boy coming over to meet me…
Why can’t Mr. Wonderful come introduce himself to me like this?”
I was 31, he was 24
But he’s an old soul
[I was told at 18 I was going to marry someone younger than me, and thought the guy was an idiot. He was not.]
Two women we worked tricked us into touching base with each other over the ensuing months
And when one of them returned from 3 weeks in Japan and said,
“He is the best person I’ve ever traveled with”
I actually remember my interest in him changing as she finished her sentence.
26 years later, we are celebrating our 24th anniversary
Our wedding date was 10-02-2001
We got married on our lakeside porch on a Tuesday to secure the palindrome
Another sign things were meant to be:
My father’s name was Guy, my mother’s name is Jackie
His mother’s name was Gay, his father’s name was Jack
Astrology did not bode well for us, though
Capricorns are warned to stay far away from Gemini
And in the Chinese zodiac, his tiger and my monkey are inauspicious
But all these years later I can tell you
I have felt loved every single day
And I have loved him every single day
The first 12 or so years, I was surprised every day
I’m happy to report I’ve settled into it
He’s been a tremendously caring and available father
And a profoundly engaged partner
He knows how to fix things, invent things and build things
And he cleans up after himself when he’s done
He’s a total unicorn
He’s put up with more than he should have to
And I’m incredibly lucky to spend each day with him
He’s let me share our difficulties with only minimal flinching
And been supportive truly every day all these years
My heart breaks at my inability to provide meaningful income these last many years
He deserves someone who can pull their own weight
Still he wakes up kind and calm and happy every day
And I am clear I am among the luckiest women in the world
I can vouch for the ‘best person to travel with’ moniker
Although at this moment we’re most content staying close to home
We’ve raised two children to adulthood, which has been wonderful
But, as ‘our song’ says The Best Is Yet To Come
And, with him, I believe it.
I never imagined I could feel so peaceful in my heart
So calm in my mind, so balanced in my days
For all my practices, it’s the field we’ve created that makes it possible
Thank you, Tucker
Happy Anniversary, My Love
I know a lot of people
I do not know anyone who does not have problems
I know people who won’t talk about their problems
And people who won’t shut up about them
I know people who handle their problems gracefully
And people who pretend they don’t exist
I know people who parlay problems into opportunities
But new problems still arise
Indeed, there’s a carousel of problems that arise
Like the wheel of fortune
Physical problems, financial problems, emotional problems
Relational, existential, social
Some we’re better equipped to deal with than others
Some we have support structures for
But are high and dry when a different kind befall us
All of this leads me to believe
Problems are intrinsic to the design of life
And while I feel our culture has had me chasing a problem-free life
I don’t know if that’s true
And I certainly know such a life does not exist
Not to say there isn’t a way to live life
That embraces problems as enthusiastically as it embraces good fortune
As just the next step, what facilitates evolution
But even then, how to move through the pain of it?
In evaluating my own life
Areas of profound or relative comfort
Areas of profound or relative discomfort
All swirling about, making up the story as I know it
Comparing it to a story I somehow hold of an exclusively positive life
As being a reward for being good, or even validating true effort
I don’t know where I got that story
Or how I believed it
Or, even, not believing it still dangle it over my head tauntingly
When I come back to my breath
There’s patience and curiosity
And lots of compassion
Because even as I continue to be in this difficult place
I’m clear that everyone is experiencing a challenge
And while we may have fantasies of evolving into a life without problems
More poignantly, we’re just trying to get through the day
And you know what helps?
Breath. Nature. Movement. Rest.
And most of all: Companionship
Thanks for being here.
A coach, a headhunter, and a CEO enter a zoom room…
Sounds like the start of a joke, right?
I mean, they didn’t intend it to be
But by the time they were done, i saw that was exactly what it was
They were part of a group of high net worth individuals
Aiming to solve the problems on earth
They believe only entrepreneurship can effectively address
I can get their marginalization of government
And for a moment, it felt like a real boon to even be in the meeting
But when I asked, “where is nature represented in this discussion”
They brushed me off as missing the obvious: “All of this is in service of nature”
I couldn’t help but feel like this was a meeting to decide a person’s fate
Without including the person
Indeed, excluding the person from the discussion
Patriarchal culture is so certain it knows what’s best
It really doesn’t need to consult those whom they impact
I see it everywhere
The patriarchal dynamic doesn’t just mean ‘men’ either
Lord knows I operated from a patriarchal orientation, even certain I was a feminist
And as I’ve dismantled it in myself
I’ve come to equate patriarchy with the thinking brain - intolerant of feeling
Much like Joseph Campbell’s hero and tyrant:
The tyrant, assured of his exceptionality, is the being of self-achieved independence
Not reliant on anyone or anything
Holding himself above it as he seeks to control it
The hero, on the other hand, is the being of self-achieved submission
A willingness to be in relationship with the world
To expect and receive help as he gives his best effort
The hero submits to life as it’s living
Not an inflated idea of what it should be.
Here in the job hunt
The folks who market themselves well
As knowing, achieving, dominating
Are faring better than the likes of me
But our time is coming, us listeners, carers
And in the meanwhile
I’ll continue to deconstruct any golden or ivory towers I once held myself in
To build the road as i walk it
Listening to the landscape
And surrendering to sentience
On the first day of first grade, I broke into tears.“Why are you crying?” the teacher asked.“I forgot my psychology book!” I sobbed.
The first day of first grade.I had a sister in high school.I must have overheard her.What a sign of things to come.
I lived under that kind of self-imposed pressure for a long time—chasing impossible expectations,trying to achieve a world instead of participating in one.
It took prolonged illness to slow me down enough to listen—to life, my body, people, nature.And it was worth every ache and procedure.
Because sensitivity, which seemed a distraction during the chaseis now at the heart of everything I value.
And while the instinct to over-expect from myself still pops up,it now meets a practice of breathing in the present momentnoticing tension, releasing to gravity, listening to sensation.
Turns out:Stress morphs into carewhen you stop trying to construct somethingand start trying to get to know something.
Simplicity overtakes the storieswhen the only goal is to be present and relational with what is
We receive hundreds of messages daily telling us to speed up.Let this be our reminder:Slowing down is always available
But it’s too much to think we should be able to ‘just do it’
It takes a field—a shared rhythm—to remember.
Me writing this.You reading.The kind word shared with a flustered cashier.Looking others in the eye.
This is the active, supportive work:That brings us back to ourselves
To feel, share, connect, become
So let’s set down the psychology book, all those expectations
And pick up some crayonsThis isn’t a test or a trick
it’s life
it’s precious
let’s get to play
My husband has a story about an unassuming demigod on earth
He is humble and kind, unaware of his origins
And wherever he goes, people bow to him
Mind you, no one knows they are bowing to him
Someone sneezes
Or picks up a penny
One ties his shoes
Another pets their dog, who is also at an incline
Even the flowers are in on the act
With the breeze gently tipping their petals
And so it goes
And no one notices
But it’s happening
Research continues to demonstrate
That earth’s flora engages in a wide array of communication
With kin, with companions, with us
Trees have multiple channels in air and soil
Warning of predators or other conditions
Mycelial networks broker nutrient exchanges
Houseplants know when you come home
The world is far more alive than the dominant cultural story has allowed us to believe
That story teaches us to use flora and fauna, but not listen to them
But there are many who have always heard the song, and sing back
And after centuries of silencing those voices
Perhaps we can begin to amplify them
Even growing up in a culture marginalizing the non-human world
Most of us attune to nature from time to time
During a walk in the woods
A particularly captivating sunset
And when we do, it’s a whole body experience
Because the song of nature isn’t singing to our thinking minds
It is resonating throughout our natural being
The whole of the world
Singing to the whole of us
And in those moments when we’re at our most receptive
When awe and wonder are the most natural responses to the world
The beauty of nature is on full display
The signal of nature is cutting through the noise of culture
It’s multidimensionality bursts forth from the backdrop it was relegated to
We are within the splendor
Instead of walking through it
I believe we’re in for more of these moments
As we slow down
As we attune
As we acknowledge and respect
The nonverbal languages
Relentlessly singing the song of being
Ones that we sing, too
As we bow to the holy all around us
Any watercolor artist will tell you:
Every watercolor painting has an ugly phase
You’ll be certain the effort is a bust
Keep going.
It’s the nature of the medium
Working from light to dark
Big shapes to small shapes
It’s the layers that give the final result texture
Persevere.
The only way out is through -
The details come at the end and bring it all together.
I did not know this.
I learned it from my daughter
Which, in and of itself, was miraculous
She had been a perfectionist
And had balled up and thrown away many an unfinished piece
Part of her learning process had been a pretty frustrated breakdown
Right before a breakthrough
Until an $80 watercolor workshop series changed everything
Learning about The Ugly Phase
And the necessity to continue, to trust, to be playful, even
Generated a thread of willingness I hadn’t seen in her before
One no amount of encouragement from me had touched
(We never know when the penny will drop
But i think it’s often aided when it’s not a parent telling you)
Nonetheless, learning about the ugly phase as inevitable
Preempted the breakdown, and allowed patience for the process
It even put her in relationship to the painting as it was evolving
Instead of having the painting simply be the execution of a plan
That might have been the moment she went from
‘Kid who likes art’ to ‘artist’
More than once this has come up as a great metaphor for life
Almost everything we’re good at
We were once bad at
And the period in between was not a straight line nor an easy line
But something kept us going
Something drew us forward to learn and experiment and evolve
Got us past the possibility of failure and into possibility itself
I very much feel my next career chapter has been in the ugly phase for a while
The color palette is right, the broad shape feels accurate
But it’s not looking like what I’d like it to look like
And a lot of details need to be added
While my confidence is skeptical
Thank goodness I’ve had this experience and education
This lesson from my daughter and from art
Not to let the ugly phase get me down
But to Breathe. Envision. Create.
Possibly the most beneficial thing I ever did as a parent
Was to teach my kids “Happy puppy/Sad puppy” as preschoolers
Here’s how that went:
Imagine we go to the park, and right when we get there
You see the cutest puppy you’ve ever seen
And she sees you, and her tail starts wagging, and she runs over to you
And you know: this is your puppy
What does that feel like?
Where do you feel that in your body?
What is your breathing like?
Mark that. Remember it. We’re going to call those feelings “Happy Puppy”
Now.
You’re playing with this puppy you love
And she’s so cute, and she throws her own ball!
It goes pretty far and she runs to chase it
But it goes into the street and look up and you see a car coming
What does that feel like?
Where do you feel it?
What is your breathing like?
The puppy is fine in this imaginary story, it was just scary
But I want you to notice the feelings and the places and sensations.
That’s “Sad Puppy”
If you ever feel Sad Puppy, no matter what we are doing, just say “sad puppy”
And we will change our course of action, right then.
That feeling is telling you what not to do
You don’t need to know why you shouldn’t do it
You just need to honor that feeling as knowing something you don’t know
Much like that puppy didn’t know the car was coming
But now you also know the specific feelings of Happy puppy
Go towards those experiences.
Those feelings mean that’s right for you.
Happy Puppy and Sad Puppy are both specific and reliable.
And that was the most important lesson I taught my children
It was supported by a book I read at the time
That also included this fascinating idea:
The body knows more about the environment than the brain
If your body behaves in fear, the reason is immanent
If you can describe your fear, the reason is often imaginary
I’m not sure if that’s true, but it’s held pretty true in my sample size of 4
And at the time, when I’d mention I was teaching my kids this
People told me I was crazy
If you tell your kids they can change your mind by just saying ‘sad puppy’
They’re going to manipulate you all the time to get what they want.
It was a risk I was willing to take.
My eldest only said sad puppy twice in her childhood
Once in a restaurant in Rome,
We turned around and walked out.
My youngest used it a little more frequently, probably about six times
Once as we were about to sign a lease on a house -
Talk about putting your money where your mouth is
We left the office and went to find a new place to live.
I love this lesson because it taught my kids their emotional range
And how to listen to it
And how important it is and should be to their loved ones to honor it.
Recently, my daughter, who is living in Brooklyn
Talked about leaving a party because she just felt sad puppy
I don’t know that I’ve ever been happier than hearing her say that
I’ve spoken before about gaps in my parenting
But this one, this was pure gold
And has had rich and lasting effects on each of us, and our relationship
Making me one happy puppy.
In one of her books, Martha Beck says,
“There are two kinds of people:
The ones who need to stop talking and start doing, and
The ones who need to stop doing and start talking”
As usual, I am charmed by Oprah’s favorite life coach
And it rings true
I imagine I’m one of the former, given how much I talk
But I know a whole lot of workaholics who are the latter
And when I watch them moving at 100 mph
Making rain, keeping things afloat, dotting all the i’s
I think about how happy they’ll be
When they finally learn to slow down
I hold out hope for most people
One day, something will invite them out of their habits
And they’ll find a safe, warm, receptive reflector
Who will help them get to the heart of their matter
And a whole new kind of adventure will begin.
The talkers…. That’s a different ballgame.
I think, in part, that comes from being overwhelmed by options
Trying to construct the ‘right answer’
It’s a kind of decision paralysis
So. Many. Options.
How to land on just one?
I’ve actually instituted a rule with my husband
Once we’ve decided on a course of action,
We must stop discussing any other possibilities.
Like where we’re going for lunch
On the way to one restaurant, he begins to lists others we might prefer
It comes from a lifetime of being a ‘fixer’
Knowing the options, weighing them, making an informed decision
But, enumerating options meant something completely different
In 1990 than in 2025
How the world has changed
What was once a luxury
Is now ‘too much of a good thing’
Choices weren’t on offer when I was a kid.
And my kids had too many
We are faced with nearly infinite options in almost every corner of our lives
Making a decision is a necessary skill
Cutting out the noise afterward is an act of self compassion
Thomas Hübl has said
Freedom isn’t being able to have all the candy in the candy store
Freedom is knowing which candy is for you.
Leave it to Thomas to take the overwhelm out
And gently drop in clarity
I think I’ve been staring at the candy counter of life
Discussing the pros and cons of the colorful canisters
Hoping one will jump out at me, literally invite me in
But I think it’s time my mature self can step in and make a choice
I think its time
Wish me luck
Today is the calendaric yin yang
Day and night are of equal length
The year was born at the winter solstice
It gained its footing at the vernal equinox
Before peaking at the summer solstice
Since then, the energy of nature
In the northern hemisphere, at least
Has been Producing, Producing, Producing
It’s bounty is all around us
Traditionally, all over the world
It’s the season for rituals of thanksgiving
For ceremony acknowledging the earth’s gifts
Celebrating the bounty
Of our revered ecosystems
The seed and the soil
The water and the rain
The bees, the trees, and the breeze
Generating stunning varieties of life
Through the essential warmth of the sun
Surely the sun deserves a rest now
After all that work
And our activity will slow as well
As each night comes a little sooner
Enticing us to slow down.
Today is the experience of light and dark in equal measure
There is balance
It’s an astrologically significant day
So perhaps a ritual is in order
Reverence is the only essential ingredient
Thanksgiving is the orientation
Balance is the Muse
Our life is the offering
And on the altar of this day
Let us first recognize
We are a part of nature, of life, of cycles great and small
And we take our part, and feel the influence of our world in our lives
And give thanks in three parts
First, for something fully blossomed in our lives
Be it a zucchini plant, or a skill, or a relationship
Acknowledge this personal mature blessing
And bow to it
Knowing it contributes to your sustenance
During the darker days ahead
Next, turn towards this darkening
It’s what is going to be happening
So let’s align to it
Let us acknowledge the naturalness
Of slowing
Of darkness
Of rest
Let’s participate in the natural rhythm
And select one thing to set down
To let rest
The darkness is the Divine Feminine
The womb of creation
What can you send into the womb of creation
To be born again at the winter solstice?
Something that, throughout this season, when you think of it
You can know it’s in good hands and you’ll see it again soon
Set down something you’ve been carrying
And bless it to the restorative alchemy of the darkness
Finally, consider
What is a support you can offer yourself in the coming months
Be it a breath practice, a warm beverage, or a yoga stretch
Something easy that feels good, warm, soft, curious
Commit to a ritualistic act of care
Even a small gesture at a key moment
To acknowledge the fullness of the light
And bow to the mysteries of the dark
Polishing the scale that holds the center and knows how to come back to it
We’re taking our place in the cycle of nature
One we’ve taken again and again
But there’s something sacred in acknowledging it
Taking a moment
Balancing our busyness
With reverence
As the cooling air signals a change for which we are prepared
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