Fall Into Living

Oh my, the passing days have eluded me again!  One moment passes into the next as I fritter away precious days . . and I can't help but wonder if I am out of alignment with myself . . .or is it that I've yet to adapt to the changes that must accompany a dynamic life?  

Just as the seasons change (even in the most temperate of climates), we must change, too.  And yet, I've so resisted! In my mind's eye, I am the same person I have always been . . however, in the mirror, I am not.  In reflection, both external and internal, I am different . . as it should be.  I am older now (even though I hate to admit the age) and even though I relish wonderful memories, I refuse to only live by the past.  As the days pass by unnoticed, I am irritated with myself for my lack of motivation to kick up my heels .. to explore, to be curious, to be amazed .. and to continue to contribute for all I'm worth.


I read an article this week on what people dream of doing when they retire (travel, learn a new language, volunteer, putz around the house, and/or write that novel they have always said they were going to do).  What I wonder is . . 

How many people really DO what they dream of doing? 

I think it takes more than dreaming.  I think it takes planning . . and then doing.  It takes baby steps and, just as babies do, it takes repetition.  And unfortunately, it probably takes a few spills, too . . but I'm up for the challenge.    

Here are a few of my Fall Into Living challenges :)

Choose to do something in and with your life that you have only dreamed of doing  . . and make it your number-one priority! Consistent small steps are always more effective for building a doable routine and getting a project done.

As you are making your list, don't forget to do a "gut check" to see if what you are doing is taking you where you really want to go . . since sometimes we toddle toward something that intrigued us when we were twenty, but the truth is, it no longer match with our values or our energy.  Match your dreams (and your choices) to the person you are today.  

Recognize your own successes!  
  

Celebrate short-term goals that lead to long-term happiness.  Literally check items off of the "to-do" list.  Go out to lunch with some friends and talk about what you've accomplished.  It's impossible to find motivation in isolation.  Share only what has truly been accomplished (since sometimes we want to "stretch" what we are thinking about accomplishing into what we have already done, however, this gets us nowhere fast) and encourage them as they celebrate their own successes, too.

Keep yourself moving forward!

Be creative. . even if it means in the way you clean your sink or wear your hair.  Laugh, listen to music, talk to others, sew, write, sing.  Break a bad habit . . replace it with a good one:)  Meditate . . .be thankful.  Smile.  

Sometimes, the first step is the most difficult to take (there's not enough time today . . there's always tomorrow), however, there is such a wonderful feeling when we do it now. . .when we diligently attend to what is important in our lives.  





Falling into happiness just doesn't happen . . we have to live it.  We must choose to pay attention, to reflect on what we see, and to be in charge of our own lives.  

Let's put our days to good use.  Dream and plan . . and then DO.   

How are you Falling into Living?  I'd love to hear your plans . . and your successes.  

Dr. Jilly Bean

What Happened to the Summer?

Oh my goodness!  I knew I had neglected my writing . . and the blog (for some very good reasons . . like a new grandson:) . . however, I never guessed it had been so long since I checked in. . which in a way, I suppose, is a good thing.  Living takes precedence over writing!  

In the beginning of June we waited, on the 12th of June we celebrated

. . and I guess, we've been celebrating ever since!  

Nothing like a baby to remind us how precious life is . . and how quickly time passes.

In August, we celebrated the 16th birthday of our oldest grandson

. . .see what I mean about time passing quickly?  

What happened to the Summer?  Life:)  

We drove and prayed and text'd and laughed.  We bowled

and played "restaurant"

and ate and hugged. 

We cried and yelled . . .saw baseball games

and tag JFL.  

We beat the pants off each other in Scrabble (ok. . well, the truth is, one person seems to beat the pants off most others:)

We swam

. . and got drenched.  We tanned and air-conditioned.  

We wrote, shouted, cried, text'd and whispered, "I Love You".  

It was extraordinary!  Each one gave me something special that no one else can ever have, know, or take away.  They each gave me a scent, a hug, a feeling, a kiss . . . a bond that lasts forever. 

What happened to the Summer? I've been on vacation with my own family.

How was your summer?  Hope it was filled with life . . and love :)

As always . . I'm listening. . .

Dr. JillyB

The Tipping Point

There was something that struck me when I first read this . . and struck me again today as I was searching for a way of sharing what has been going on in my life this past month. Holy Cow . . Where is the time going?!?

These past few weeks have had me in a tizzy! I have been lonely . . crabby . . bored. I have been irritated at the slightest things and tired.  I've forced myself to walk, to swim, to think. . and even with all of my chutzpah and knowledge . . I have still cried.  Tears of frustration  .. irritation over my inability to control external events (and sometimes my own internal feelings!). 

I believe I've hit the "tipping point" part (again .. aargh!).  I think each one of us comes to this "tipping point" . .where we've GOT to do something to pull ourselves out of either the downward spiral or the flat plateau before we begin searching for the resilience rope.  It's like we have to hang on in the beginning, but over time we eventually realize that just swinging at the mercy of others isn't so great either. .  so we begin to try and climb . . yet  . . . climbing up the rope by ourselves isn't easy (remember the old fitness challenges in grade school) and so we begin to search for something with which to leverage the climb.  

In my case, the search is always at my fingertips.  I can either type it in an email or text . . or hit the speed-dial. Sisters, mothers, daughters, friends. . .the trusted ones.  The ones who will light candles for grace or hope or peace.  The ones who prompt you to do something, anything . . just do it (oh, for god's sake, we know it . . we just need someone to make us accountable:)

And so for me . . when the devil stretches in the morning . . watch out.  I'm resilient.  How about you?  Clean a closet, fold some towels, put on your make-up, write . . and for your sake, smile:)

This is a beautiful life . . precious days . . precious moments. .  precious memories.

As always . . I'm here  . . and listening . . 

The Doctor is in :)  

Perception

Our own perception plays into the evolution of our personality (and one that I find most fascinating).

When I reflect on who I am and what I want to be . . .I can only "see" myself . . I cannot distance myself enough to really see or know the perspectives of others and so my own perception is my "launch" pad.  And here is where I think that personality is influenced by self-perception.

When we think about self-esteem in terms of personality . . .it seems that we think introvert or extrovert or flexibility or rigidity . . and yet, I believe that some of who we are definitely comes from how we perceive ourselves in different situations (rightly or wrongly).

"Take care of one another. Be gentle, be compassionate. Be open to letting someone in when it is you who is faltering. Lend your hand. We need it. The world needs it." (Tripathi family 4-24-13)

As always . . I'm listening . .

A Splash of Rain. . .Small Good Things

I've spent tons of energy over the past couple of years trying to "force" myself to adapt to changes that . . unfortunately . . are just a part of life.  Squishy upper arms, financial hurdling, child-prodigy physicians, boring rainy days, and repetitive work.  The challenge for me has been (and never is) in living through the travails . . .but in my constant need to think ahead, be prepared, have an intelligent perspective, and appear unflustered regardless of the shifting daily requirements. 
The truth is: I never thought I would be who I am!  I am slowly beginning to realize that I always thought I might end up being someone else . . .muscular upper arms (and great legs, too, if I'm going to risk really telling the truth). . .  Jilly Bernanke Bean . . . an age-defying, continue-to-know-it-all colleague . .  who lives in a lush gardened area where it only rains at night . . so I can be creatively stimulated with an abundance of novel ideas.  OMG (I hope I haven't shattered my image:) 

Today, as I run through the puddles of water, I've been suddenly splashed with a good downpour of reality.  I've been comparing the truths of who I am and how I should be living to those I created in a very different world . . one that was stagnant . . and one that was only projected.  I've been living in an outdated dream.  Imagine: Barbara Eden and Sandra Day O'Conner.  

The truth is, most of us hold so tightly to our dreams that we cannot see the small good things.  Friends who prod us to write, sisters who guide us to dream . . and yet sometimes we stubbornly hold on to an image we have been squeezing the life out of since we were twenty, but the truth is that we wouldn't want it now if we got it.  Sometimes, it is hard to let go of something that has inspired us for so long. But if you let go of the dream, a new one can come in that is in line with the person you are today. 

I found a picture of myself at the beach . . warm and content in the sun . . surrounded by squealing children in coconut-scented SPF 50.   In this photo, I'm no longer 20 or 30 (good thing:)  . . but I'm smiling.  I'm living vicariously through this image today, visualizing the joys in my life.

Home . . that smells of Bath and Body's Warm Vanilla Sugar. Flats . . that are Royal Blue Snakeskin Puma's.  Dishes that are washed and drying on the hardwood drainer.  Text messages from my oldest grandson and granddaughter.  A video clip and mailed "worksheets" from my SugarBear and Bub.  The sono images of "little baby" . . strong and resounding heartbeats . . sounds from this most precious gift-in-waiting.

Small good things.

Can you see them?  Can you hear them?  I'm listening . . .as always . ..

What to do in the case of ROADBLOCKS

It seems I have spent most of my life trying to be positive, a part of my nature, I'm sure.  However, I also find that on so many days I am stumbling over and into ROADBLOCKS. . .forcing me to run searching for an affirmation or two to lift me up . . .as I'm icing the growing goose-egged bruise right between my eyes:)

When I apply that proverbial hindsight (ice bag to forehead) . . . I can often see where those ROADBLOCKS might have been warning signs. . . placed in my path to try and prevent me from running headlong in the wrong direction :( 

However, hindsight is just that ~ having vision now that I didn't have then.

And so conversely maybe I should be more mindful . . planning with foresight.  However, truth told, my crystal ball just really has not been all that effective since Dorothy was standing in the fortune-teller's wagon.

What I DO know about roadblocks now (notice how I am speaking in the present) is that I see them differently today than I did even last week.  As I am trying to live more in each day . . to honor what is important in life . . .to appreciate the wonder of living . . .and of truly loving and giving love to those who surround me in compassion and kindness ~ the roadblocks of life become smaller and smaller . . .because my focus has changed. 

When we focus on what is really meaningful in our lives. . becoming mindful of our path to peace and contentment . . we create a more positive community that sustains us in the present and in the future. . .

When our focus is clear . . our perceptions become more acute.  , , and we begin to see wondrous things happening in our lives.

In this new year, it seems that I've had a few (too many) roadblocks.  Today, I'm re-naming them reflective "turning points" . . .opportunities to re-focus on what is important. 

Love .. children .. grandchildren (of course) . . and the joy of discovering something wonderful each new day.  I can see my Dad now when I say this. . not necessarily as we were growing up, but as he was growing old.  Life just becomes more precious when we remember that it is a gift. .  .

And hat we have the opportunity each day to share our gifts with others. 

I'd love to hear your thoughts on what you do to ease your way around, under, or through those "turning points". What is important in your life?  What brings you peace and contentment?

As always, I'm listening . . .really listening . . a gift I'd love to return to you.

A Year of Resolve

Oh my goodness, another year opens up . . offering opportunities that we cannot even imagine!  I don't really want to throw out the old . . it's the basis of who I am. . .however, I do want to "encourage" the new.  (I use encourage as a way of gently nudging myself into more positive behaviors, rather than parenting forced and foreign actions . . .and of course, I have to smile as I re-read this line . . sounding ever-so therapeutic:)

My horoscope this year looks great!  (I can't remember exactly what it said when I read it on the 1st, but it was really promising.)  And it you ask me if I really believe in horoscopes, well . . the truth is, there is so much in the way of the cosmos that we really don't know, I figure I might as well use all of the support that is out there:)

Yes . . even as I see what I am writing and how, in this post. . .I see those crazy smiley faces:) and wonder why I feel the need to use them so often .. and so I've turned to the research that recently has shown that the more often we see smiling images, our attitudes are more uplifted.  Livi Pierre (Oct 2012) shares that positive attitudes bring about positive rewards.  Not a really novel idea . . however, when we think about the opposite . . I'm certain that the grumpy faces and harrumphing attitudes that seem to be omnipresent in our current society are not helping any of us.  And although I've never been known as one to bury my head in the sand in false cheeriness, I've just got to find a way to see the beauty of life again, rather than focusing on what I/we cannot fix (without a miracle).

One of my friends sent me a link to a YouTube video that really renewed my perspective on the beauty of life and the fact that each day is a gift . . Imagine.  It reminds me how small I am and yet, how I hold the potential each day to create a positive world . . both for myself and for each other.

That is my hope for each of us. . as we find our way to new possibilities . . encouraging, supporting . . and as always, listening.

I can't wait to hear how you are challenging yourself to be more positive . . as we encourage and support each other in this fabulous life.

The Art of Being in a Doing Season

My daughters and I have been having a discussion lately about the increasing stressors that seem to be all around lately.  The everyday demands of our culture are tremendous for those who cling to the values and beliefs of personal interaction in caring and sharing, rather the incessant niggling that more must be done (to the delight of the busywork elves) or the rising tides of sniping/clucking/downright rudeness (again, I am hearing a devil's delight).

If you checked your anxiety level right now, where would it be?  Totally calm or "off the chart"?  If it feels like your anxiety is escalating (especially in this season of spin and "cliffs") . . you are not alone.

Recent research has shown that anxiety levels in women ARE rising. . it is one of the most under-diagnosed disorder in the US and it is often because healthcare providers "dismiss" women's symptoms as hormonal or just a part of their learned behaviors.

In reality, anxiety and hormones are correlated (yes, really:) in the brain. . . and the estrogen/progesterone swings can influence how women perceive danger.  And then again, social expectations are just as scientifically correlated with a significant number of women who have more "jobs" (child care, cooking/cleaning/laundry, career) and an expected body image of youth/attractive physical characteristics . . and of course, that sexual come-hither personality (even if she has cooked, cleaned, worked, gone to parent-teacher conferences and hasn't had a moment to shave her legs in a week :)

OMG . . see what my anxiety has done?!?  I was supposed to be writing about decreasing anxiety!

Ah yes . . breathe in . . .and breathe out.  

All this talk of anxiety led me to do a little research of my own.  How do we decrease anxiety naturally . . and does it work? 

I ended up watching a video by Jon Kabat-Zinn, PhD discussing his fascinating work with Mindfulness Meditation . . and so I've decided to commit to trying it for myself (yes, yes . . I am an old hippie/earth mother of another generation anyway:)

Not only do I want to do this for the research of reducing anxiety in ordinary women, but also because the resulting "promises" from their research reveal and increased ability for creativity and better use of our minds/bodies in the world.  What a win-win!  

And so I thought it's perfect in this busy holiday season (the season of Santa and Scrambling) . . to increase Being in the world. To really see others . . to be kind . . to help . . to listen.

I just love a good research project . . and I'd love to know what you think.  Mindful Meditation allows me to be present and creative in this season of doing . . with less worry and more hope . . and as always, listening.

To The Lighthouse

Loveliness

and stillness

clasped hands

in the bedroom,

and among the shrouded jugs

and sheeted chairs

even the prying

of the wind,

and the soft nose

of the clammy sea airs,

rubbing, snuffling,

iterating, and reiterating

their questions—

“Will you fade?

Will you perish?”—

scarcely disturbed

the peace,

the indifference,

the air of pure integrity,

as if the question they asked

scarcely needed

that they should answer:

we remain.

Virginia Woolf

Dancing Around Dusty Memories

There's nothing like moving to stir up the dust . . literally and figuratively :)  What to take.  What to leave.  What to cherish . . and. . .what to throw away.

Lugging dusty boxes from the basement and sorting through decades of shoes is enough to make any of us crabby . . but whenever I come across those soft and faded baby blankets stored in the back of the closet .. they still take my breath away.  Precious memories.

High school "Letter" jackets, prom and senior pictures, and medals of honored debates.  Life is so short.

The garage sale was a must. . no matter the work (as if I did nearly as much as Sissy who folded, arranged, tagged, and bid. . while I talked non-stop and closet puffed:)  Truckloads of clothes, dishes, kitchen crap and books went to Goodwill.  Did I mention BOOKS? (omg, that part was hard).

Little angels, potpourri pots, trinkets of my father . . artwork, table leaves, table cloths . . junk drawers full of  wax lips (Halloween 2 years ago for the babies),  Barbie shoes and Ken handkerchiefs, and the pacifier the last one couldn't seem to give up (he's in first grade now:).

I packed up most of it (ok . .  I threw out the wax lips, I was afraid they would melt). Our table here is now covered in odds and ends that haven't yet found their place . . but most of it will (even if it's in a box to dream through one more time).

I am content today with where I've been (although I think that many days we always think we might have done more)  . . and yet hopefully, with each and every moment, I savor each new snippet of life .  .those precious Sykpe videos, the unique Happy Birthday phone songs, the mini-texts, the cat's-eye sunglasses . . since without these memories and wisps of love, . . how would we live?

I still pretend like I live for myself . . but if you ask me while I'm dancing . . I live to spend time with those I love . . sprinkling fairy dust . . and gathering memories.

What are your favorite memories?  If you have a box in the attic (or the basement) . . make yourself a cuppa coffee or pour a sip of wine . . and dance :)

What Would We Do Without Friends?

I think this has been a tough summer, tumbling into fall.  The crappy economy that leaves most of us with less money than we've ever had before, the incessant political campaign ads that are so angry and caustic, too much rain and flooding waters for some. . . dry cracked fields for others . . and raging wildfires through the forests and mountains.

Some mornings I get up just dragging.  I pray, I swear, I moan. . .and then I force myself to work on something (even if it's a crossword, although scrubbing floors seems to be really effective for me, too:)

What I really want to do is hide.  I don't want to be cheery . . I don't want to go to tai-chi.  No music, no laughter, no fun.  I read to "find answers" . . I try to still my mind to "hear the solution".  I write.  I stomp.  I ponder.  And then the phone dings or rings . . the friendly reminder . . Happy Mental Health Day . . Happy Thursday!


Friends are our lifesavers.  They pull us back from the brink . . sometimes insanity . . sometimes depression.  They cheer us on.  They encourage us.  They cry with us. . . and then they check on us.  They lift our spirits.

I think it's amazing how much better I feel when "klatch" under the park pavilion in the rain. . .break into spontaneous chatter as I "cane" up a set of library stairs . . crinkle my eyes into a grin as I "see" one of my gal-pal emails pop-up . . and "dance" freestyle on the beach in my heels. 

I even think I might feel a settled contentment as I send a "shout out" back to the old dude steering the Harley:) . . He'll be able to tell it's me . . I'll be the one with the pink towel:)

Bette Midler's song, Friends . . You Got To Have Friends, pops into mind. . .1973.  Can you believe it?  I can't possibly be that old  . . and then one of my friends will gently remind me that I am :) .  .and then I will smile.

So today, tonight . . tomorrow, at the latest. . . let them know. . it's how we make it through.

What would we do without friends?  I'm here . . I'm listening . . with love and cheers to my friends!

Shifting Identities

This morning when I looked in the mirror (yes, I had to get really close to be able to see without my reading glasses :) . . I began to see that I am really changing . . my eyebrows no longer have a full arch (yes, too overplucked for too long). . my lip color has washed to a paler pigment . . the dark circles under my eyes defy the highlighting concealer. .

And yet, I'm going to say it here. . . I still have a definite "look" . . an identity that is uniquely my own.  We all do . . and yet, so many times, we fail to own it.  There are so many days I run around the house in my jammies and a tee . . waiting until I've done my work before jazzing up.  Unfortunately, when I get in a rut . . I never get around to "jazzing" up.  So, if I have to run to the store or run an errand . . well, I tell myself, "no one will notice".  But the truth is, I do.  When those days roll one into another, I feel rumpled, inside and out. . . and I bet my face looks "rumpled", too.

. . .all of this has to do with my shifting identity . . .and if you can relate, yours is probably shifting, too . .

In order to take ourselves seriously . . and to get anything done. . . we have to have an identity (which then also, by context, gives us purpose).  However, just like my changing face as I am ever-so-slightly-getting-older. . .my identity is shifting, too.

In order to define who I am and what I am going to take on . . I've got to choose something and stick to it.  My process and purpose has to be meaningful.  .  . and yet, it only has to make sense to me (however, the caveat here is that it has to be defined and real within myself).

"There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique.  And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and will be lost.  The world will not have it.  It is not your business to determine how good it is, nor how valuable it is, nor how it compares with other expressions.  It is your business to keep it yours, clearly and directly, to keep the channel open". . Martha Graham

And so for me, today, I am "jazzed up" early :)  I am dressed and ready to work.  I have a mission (and a purpose).  And I'm on track.  Open . . and listening . . .still.

Running Away

Why is it that when things are tough, we want to run away?  I've been thinking a lot about this lately . . as have some of my friends.  I am pretty sure it has to do with this instinctual search to protect ourselves. . to find a place where we can retreat from the seemingly constant barrage of needs.  My editor "needs" this today, I "need" to go to the store (and start dinner), "need" to pay the bills . . . and "need" to make certain everyone else's needs are met (which is what creates most of our angst).

And so, when we become overwhelmed (after trying to dig out for weeks/months/years) . . we throw up our hands.  I am never sure whether we give up because we run out of options or run out of energy. . but none-the-less, we choose to flee. . rather than waving the white flag of surrender.

And, I'm thinking maybe this is a good thing :)

After all, if we can run away for a bit (whether to our sister's or to the water's edge), we retain the possibility to find peace in this quiet space.

We cannot "fix" anything other than ourselves.  We know this. . even though we refuse to accept it (over and over).  And the longer we continue to try and fix someone else, it is really just a way that we have to escape working on our own needs. . whether they are painting our toenails or pulling weeds.  And I'm totally convinced that when we give ourselves permission to "run away" . . .we will be taking the first step to beginning again.

I am totally convinced that we have the power to endure . . to flourish. If we can get out of our own way.  And for me, sometimes the best way of seeing is to talk it out, write it out, dance it out, cry it out.  And so, just for today . . I'm running away (with friends :)

Tomorrow, I'll be back . . listening . . .as always . . .

Small Good Things - Grandchildren

On Friday mid-morning, I will head to the airport . . my youngest daughter and youngest grandchildren will be arriving.  I can hardly wait.  I long for the joy and life that they bring.  


In the weeks and months between visits, I spend time teaching and working on my business efforts . . spending so much time in matters that I know for certain cannot compare to the sweet reality of sticky kisses and constant streams (or screams:) of chatter.  


When I am with them in Peoria, we might have a tea party or play in the breezeway . . we might eat chili dogs and ice cream cones . . or throw bowling balls while they squeal with delight as I drop my backwards (as my older two beautiful grandchildren have taught them:) .  All familiar places and familiar comforts.  Small good things that I hold close until they return.

Today, I am longing to see them practice their acrobatics, hear them sing out wildly, gobble their spaghetti and salads . . and most of all to hold them in my arms . . listen to them read . . take them to the library. . .splash at the beach . . chase away the errant clouds.  It is a love that I can only share through images . . but that runs deeper than any vein of gold . .    it is through their love that I see possibility . . . and goodness in the world. Small good things.  

Who reminds you of those small good things?  Who props you up when you are sagging . . and reminds you of hope and possibility?  I'd love to hear.  I truly believe that the greatest gift we have in life is each other . . .I am here . . I am listening ...

Fridays Are Meant for Poetry

Asking Anna
"And when one sees the truth,
what is one to do?" -- from Anna Karenina

In my museum of friends
sacrifice winters our lives.
In this deterioration
we decline to specify,
I ask Anna:
what's it like when lights
are going down, and like miners
with flashlights we're lying
thin on the ground?

What does she make of it?
Do icons remain icons,
forever concealing secrets
in the float of their skirts?
Do doorways open upon arrival
to those with a connoisseur's
eye for jewels and paintings?
Is the magic word as cold as vodka
slamming the back of the throat?

Finally, she smiles: around her ears
I can see traces of flame.
None of her answers longer
than a sentence, Anna understands
the potent mix of mandate
and submission, of choosing
to love or die. She advises,
"Let a dozen roses go with you."
And so they will, I reply.

Andrea Bates

Small Good Things

This has been a spectacular month . . one of sensory delights (squiggling, sparkly-eyed, nuzzling children; gem-toned tulip promises; precious I-Love-You's in real-time; scrumptious Batman-Birthday-Cake; and the salty-sea air of home) . . and of continued amazing graces (family, laughter, health, and work).  Small Good Things.


I am not the same woman I was two years ago, last year . . or even six months ago when I held stubbornly to the belief that I "knew" the answers would come . .  that if I was good enough, listened close enough, believed hard enough . .then I could hold the keys to the kingdom.  I would be whole.  I would have everything I ever needed to survive, to be happy.  And although I noted the Small Good Things when I wasn't busy looking for the Major Jackpot (and I don't even play:) . . I was preoccupied with certainty.  I needed to know that I would be okay .. that economic security could be wrapped up in a neat little package, that I would still see tomorrow the same things that I saw today, that I could intellectualize my way out of an emotional squeeze. 


And then I began to see Small Good Things . . speckles of life, sparkles of hope.  


A soft peach cotton shirt, a smile from forever, holding hands, noshing pastries, sipping coffee, sharing tidbits.  


I am in transition . .or maybe it is translation.  The beauty of life is unfolding right in front of those little windows of light that still allow me to see.  Small Good Things.


"I humbly opened my hand . . . I let go.  Lay the hand open.  The sun slides across old hairline scars.  My palm holds light."

"Monster" Perceptions: From Failure to Flow

If you're anything like me (poor thing) you understand how it's so easy to get up in the morning with a list of ideas to jot down, tasks to accomplish, and a good book to finish . . and of course, the walk or jog to keep the fat devils at bay.  And each morning as I get up, I believe I can get it all done . . along with a load of laundry and a top-of-the-stove-skillet dish of some yummy concoction.  I never get it all done (of course!) and then I feel like I've failed.

Failure.  A horrible word.  A horrible feeling.  And I've done it to myself  . . even though it's very easy to blame someone else. . .the interruptions, the phone, the can-you-help-me-figure-this-out requests, and/or my real job of teaching and practicing the art of therapy.

However, this evening I'm reflecting on the possibility that my failure is not horrible . . that failure in the face of persistent perfectionism could possibly be a blessing!  For me, this is an idea worth jotting down :)
 

Our perceptions about who we are and what we are supposed to do in life come from years of measuring ourselves against an external world . . their values and ideals. And yet, when is the last time you asked yourself what you wanted from life? I want to dance. I want to rumba, samba, and jive:)  I want to experience movement and flow.  . . a flourishing life.  And in this moment, it seems, I need to gently re-frame my "monster" perceptions.

Flow is a sense of "effortless action" that leads to an internal sense of positive self-worth.  According to Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi (Finding Flow), we flourish when  we fully engage to overcome a manageable challenge. . we are drawn into the process  . . there is no room for distraction or fear of failure.  So flow is a process . . not a perception.  It is dynamic . . it is never perfect. . . it moves to the challenges.  When I think of flow, I immediately think of water that glides over and around and through . .teardrops and raindrops and dewdrops.  Uninhibited, unimpeded. . .flow.  The dance of life.

What are your challenges . . your "monster" perceptions?  How do you move and flow?  Share in the dance of life . .. I'm listening . . .

Paying Attention to the Positives

Yesterday was one of those days that felt like I just couldn't lift myself out of the doldrums.  It seemed like everything was gray . . and might stay that way forever.  On those kinds of days, I forget about all of those things that are beautiful in the world . . and how lucky I am to be healthy and active . . to be loved and have the capacity to share love. . . and to be happy for the gifts in life that lift me up and nudge me forward.

These past few weeks I have been really thinking about resilience . . leading me to wonder if there are specific things we can do to promote more positive energy in our life.  How do we find gratitude, contentment and joy when it seems as if we are sitting in Job's lot?  

My friend, Patty, suggested the book, One Thousand Gifts (Ann Voskamp) . . and so as I searched the web for a preview, I found her website, too . . a comforting and reflective resource that reminds us to "write them down" . .or to keep track somehow of those amazing gifts in life that are all around us if we just pay attention. 

 And so, I've been on a mission to pay more attention to the positives in life . . even as I struggle to distance myself from the clouds of worry that can occasionally try to sneak in around me.  

Today,as I was listening to Michele Tugade, PhD speak about her research studying resilience I am reminded again to pay attention to those subtle things in life that are positive and beautiful . . like the pure sweet voice of my granddaughter who sings Somewhere Over the Rainbow in perfect pitch . . watching the baby dolphin who playfully splashes near the water's edge . . seeing the male and female bald eagles dancing in paired flight above me  . . . and delightfully nibbling on chocolate covered peanuts as I write :)

What are the positives in your life?  There are so many . . can we, too, practice the art of seeing the thousands?  As always (even when you think I am not here) . . I am listening . . 

The Challenges of Change

Why is it that change is so hard? Recently I've been working on the steps of change . . questioning the relationship between what we know and what we do (or do not do as it seems in so many cases). What is it about our personality that allows us to adapt to change . . or to fight it tooth and nail? Is it the situation . . or our age . . or the height or depth of the circumstances?

As one who studies the thoughts and feelings of women in context, I am always perplexed by our ability to resist change even when we "know" that life is dynamic and that growth demands flexibility. But most of us are so resistant . . and even when we do internalize the need to re-chart our course, we are such self-saboteurs . . hopelessly and seemingly helplessly clinging to old, outworn habits.

It is so difficult to work our way through the steps of change at the deepest level so that we can actually "wear" our new identity with a smile and a lighter step. Change requires that we re-focus our energies . . and most of us want that . . .but desire does not seem to make a dent past my first or second day (when I want to throw up my hands and cry for mercy or pity . . oh god, not that disheartening emotion again:(

So what is it in our personality that allows us to meet the challenge . . or even allows us to realistically recognize and evaluate the challeges? Age, support, belief in the possibility for our own success? A calendar? A check-in with someone else (a constructive mirror)?

As always, I'm listening . . .

Sounds of Love

This week (well actually the past few weeks) I've been struggling with my vision . . the retinitis pigmentosa that narrows my visual field to a little pindot on the right behind the subcapsular cataract sandbagging my central vision . . and on the left that caters to my right and pretends that schisms are just a part of the way things are..and so I've been having a little pity party :( Yes, I have them, too . . the Dr in the house, the intellectual, the philosopher. And Christ (yes, dad, that's a prayer:) . . I've really had enough! So I visited my favorite therapist . . Patty . . .she offers her salon chair in the corner . . a shelter against the onslaught of the outside world . .and she listens . . intent on every word. And it is the calm in her reply to my angst that gives me hope . .as she says, "we will never let you go through this all alone, I will always be here for you". And although I truly know that I am not alone . . my sisters, my daughters, my son, my mother . . and my bear.

And even as I share this tonight, it is not in grief . .although I have grieved and I'm sure my tears are not over . . but I write it in love for those who are willing to never let us walk alone . . to always be there with us and for us .. to love us even in our imperfection and our struggle to become whole again . . or to create that new place where we are more sure of our steps that we were before.

And so, for you, too . . I am here . . for my ability to hear is even keener now than it was before . . as always, I am still here . . listening