“Lose yourself in nature and find peace.” -ralph waldo emerson

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After a few months of this pandemic, several versions of quarantine, and some of my own stuff that has been triggered, I’m reminded once again of the wisdom that nature gives us through the cycle of ebb and flow; through life and death; through joy and tragedy.

Regardless of our political views, interpretations or concerns about why COVID19 is here in the world, it is imperative that we as a human race connect with one another to allow the flow of love to pump through our minds and bodies. Whether the connection is within our own tribe, in prayer or meditation, or waving through a window or computer screen to loved ones and business associates, as we individually seek our own truth, we are opening our mind, body and energy to become alive. When alive, we can then become more of our authentic selves and then share that inspiration with others. The hope is to encourage and influence people to eventually submit to perseverance and embrace resilience despite the sickness or heartbreak or tragedy that has been imprinted on their heart. As Emerson so wisely said, “It’s not the length of life, but depth of life.”

The ebb and flow in nature is throughout all lands, and life cannot be full without some form of change or death or restructuring. As you are well aware, changes come in many forms, some joyful like a healthy committed relationship, a new baby, or a freshly planted crop in the right weather conditions. Some can be devastating like a broken relationship, a cancer diagnosis, or a child who left the earth too early. The key to coping through all the fears and changes and obstacles that I’ve learned and share in my practice is trifold: be aware, allow the feelings and thoughts, and then allow for the repair. It’s a process and the process is ongoing, which is why we need to lose ourselves often in something healthy like nature and eventually feel the peace. And remember, the peace will come and go…that’s okay! Similar to nature’s perennials, peace will always come back. Sometimes peace will come back in forms we don’t even consciously realize, like taking on new thoughts and feelings; new people and places; new ideas, new ways of perceiving and even new ways of breathing.

A few weeks ago, I talked with an old friend from grad school. We hadn’t talked in 2 ½ years – life simply got busy. We engaged in a philosophical and riveting conversation - similar to our former conversations - laughed and joked, and reminisced about old times. For part of his life, he grew up in a home in the inner-city surrounded by drug abuse and prostitution. For part of my life, I grew up in an alcoholic and emotionally abusive home. We both came from abandonment and brokenness. We have all endured some form of tragedy, regardless of our age, gender, race or sexual orientation. As our two years of grad school unfolded, he and another good friend and I connected pretty quickly, working on research, trauma-focused therapy, and culture-focused projects that led us to professionally present in Montreal, Quebec. What an honor to stand next to some of the highest achieved in our profession and share the same podium! These honored therapists and educators were supportive to us and shared their life journeys full of vulnerabilities, which in turn encouraged us to stretch and grow. Some were ready to pass the torch as they neared retirement and they were happy and eager to show us the ropes in the counseling field. My trip to Montreal was during a very difficult career transition and brought a flow of peace in a life-changing way.

I find it lovely that Montreal’s city motto, “le salut par la concorde” in French, was taken from the Latin saying “Concordia Salus,” or in English, “well-being through harmony.” What brings you well-being and harmony? What stretches you and gives you a sense of purpose? Are you nearing or beyond retirement, or making an important transition or significant change in your life? How do you manage stress and feed your spirit? Who are the people in your tribe and do they know your love for them? Can you heal a divide between you and another with a sincere apology today for a past hurt? Can you choose to forgive as a healing moment for your own heart and happiness? Once we embrace inner-peace for authentic self-reliance, we can develop, stretch and grow peace to the very core of our being. Then, like the full moon breathing light into the shadow sky, we can be an illuminating path for others, working in harmony to create a better today and a better tomorrow. More self- love and less ego brings forth peace and harmony. It’s your choice how to cultivate it. 

Towards the end of the conversation with my friend, I said, “I’m feeling some kind of depth from this whole pandemic and quarantine.” We talked a little more and he summed it up beautifully: “You know me, I find the positive in everything…I’m reframing my mind from what society and other systems want of me. I’ve realized I don’t need a lot of stuff and chasing things does not matter. Even the fear tactic (he’s in Detroit), we gotta just stay home and follow directions and we should be good because we actually don’t know really what’s causing it. There’s too much worrying, fake goals, fake pretending…but you know what? The wind is still blowing, the sun still comes up and the birds are singing!”

When we, like the deeply rooted tree, bow but not break to the ever-changing elements, the power of the true self emerges. This transformative journey is like a treasure map to the deep self. Along this path, there will be drought and brokenness. We will be thirsty and hungry and fall to our knees. And like the branches of the Willow tree, excavating herself time and time again, she will survive the turbulent winds. She will curtsy in the calm breeze; She will dance in authenticity; She will smile in the warmth of the sun.

Continued peace to you always!

RESILIENCE

Gazing at the fire, I also see mesmerizing colors of the sunset perfectly complimenting the moment of silent contemplation.  I’m reminded that it’s a privilege to be in the same space with those who are suffering and transforming.  Hot flames of red, white, orange and blue – some dancing in a frenzy; others dancing to the sultry beat of the hissing timber – igniting, smoldering, crying out in crackles and pops – all a part of being present in grief.  What have you lost? A job? A pet? A reputation or health condition? A marriage, a child? An upbringing or a friend? Maybe a drink or a drug or money in your pocket? Perhaps you’ve lost hope or self-respect or trust in mankind? It’s important to pay attention to how we grieve our losses. Notice the importance of air to the fire. Oxygen. Life. Breath. Notice the changing landscape of the sunset. Dark. Light. Varying shades reflecting that which touches our core – sometimes where we hide the very essence of who we are, or who we were.

Are you standing back and pausing?
Or hoping to ignite?
Or perhaps blazing in growth?
Will you be the fire today and walk the path of resilience with a torch?
Take a deep look within and breathe…and let go what is smoldering your light.

 

Quotes to inspire your resilience

 “The Willow knows what the storm does not;
That the power to endure harm outlives the power to inflict it.”
—Anonymous

“It’s a secret place – the land of tears.”
—Antoine De Saint-Exupery

“In silence we will find new energy and true unity. Silence gives us a new outlook on everything.”
—Mother Teresa

“An unexamined life is not worth living.”
—Socrates

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The Invitation

The Invitation

by
Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

 It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

 It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!  I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

 I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. 

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

 I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.  I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"

 It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

 It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

 It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.  I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. 

Contemplate:

Are you being authentic today? What is standing in your way or blocking your heart or insight? What do you need to do, how do you need to be in order to stand in your own truth? Can you envision that? How can you take steps to become more authentically you?

Breath, Life, Peace!

I’m reminded on this gloomy, cloudy day in northwest Ohio as I recover from bronchitis, that I need to slow down and rest; heal my body with sleep and medicine - both non-traditional and traditional aids to help my lungs and bronchioles nurse back to full capacity. It’s a very panicky feeling as I labor to breathe and I hear wheezing sounds echoing throughout my chest cavity. I don’t like it! I feel grouchy and sad and begin to retreat into self-pity, becoming even more introverted and introspected than I already am. As I’ve pondered the meaning of the emotional component of my illness, I asked myself, “What is the bottom-line function of the lungs?” Breath! Life!

I researched the word “breath” and found 115 antonyms for “opposite of breath.” As I read the words and phrases, I noticed how dark and heavy and hopeless their meanings felt. I even realized my body was hunched over the keyboard typing (and coughing because obviously I was limiting my own oxygen intake simply with my body posture).  Some of the phrases were “opposite of continued survival,” “a pause in work, play or an event,” “opposite of an underlying quality or feeling.” Some of the words: fatigue, lifeless, non-living, fallen, death.

The sensations in my body as I read these words were tightness and my leg kept bouncing up and down. What would happen, I thought, if I purposely stopped my bouncing leg and sat up straight, stretching my arms outwards and overhead? What would happen if I slowly brought my arms back and around? I found both my mind and body started to relax! Could I roll my head back and stretch it? No! I started spasmatic coughing, but when I sat on my meditation pillow and stretched my arms, then laid down with my head propped up and stretched, I could determine from head to toe how to relax my body – my lifeless, fallen, death and non-living body started to breath in a different way. After doing those exercises (only about 10 minutes), I noticed a slight difference. Granted, I was very tired after that, so I listened to my body and laid down – without any electronics near to distract me. There was a lesson in this for me and it reminded me of a favorite story of mine:

An old Cherokee is teaching his grandson about life.  “A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy. “It’s a terrible fight and it is between two wolves. One wolf is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.  The other wolf is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”

He continued, “The same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person too.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

Which wolf will you feed today?

"BRAVE AS A BUTTERFLY"

Tips for being “Brave as a Butterfly”

Welcome the struggle in your growth
Gather strength as you grow for your flight
Feel the warmth and the light as it surrounds you
Listen for the voices calling you to soar
Share your strength with those who need your inspiration
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In the darkness of the chrysalis, the transforming butterfly struggled to become, to grow, to reinvent herself with dazzling colors and the flight of freedom. “What if I fail?” she whispered to the old tree. “What if I’m not good enough?” she pleaded to the wise sun. “What if I’m not ready?” she cried out to the shifting winds who shook the leaf she called home. The sleepy moon, tossing and turning as he was changing shifts with the sun, gently spilled moonbeams onto the shaking cocoon. “Now, now,” he whispered. The cocoon began to cry and became even darker. The moon knew this dark color of the caterpillar meant a remarkable transformation called metamorphosis was occurring. During this very dark time in her life the caterpillar would molt and shed her skin numerous times. “You’re undergoing so many changes, while you’re becoming. Your tissues and limbs and organs are growing and transforming,” the moon assured her. “But oh, this struggle, it’s all too much. I’m so exhausted, so confused, scared and lonely. I’m feeling incredibly sad, like I am dormant with no purpose.” The moon glanced at the sun with an empathetic smile.

The sun spoke, “Oh, dear one, it is your time! This darkness, this sad, despondent time of ebbing and flowing to bring you through the struggle, is helping you to grow and transform. Maybe it’s a devastating loss, a childhood trauma, or a disease of the body or soul. Regardless of your hurt, the only way to become is to go through it.” “But who will believe in me? Who will believe that my transformation will bring new life?” The emerging butterfly’s voice was now crackling and changing tones. “I believe in you,” cheered the sun. “I believe in you,” whispered the moon. “We believe in you,” danced the flowers and flowing rivers and birds soaring and singing. Then, all of a sudden, everything grew still. The emerging butterfly, changing colors and saying goodbye to the cocoon that cradled her, listened to the echoes of butterflies chanted from long ago, “It’s time to unravel the things you have heard, seen, learned and felt from wounded people. Hurt, scars and betrayal bogs the body’s mind, body and energy. Be the man you needed as a boy; be the woman you needed as a girl. Be brave as a butterfly and learn through change and loss and brokenness to reinvent yourself. Darkness. Struggle. Growth. Transformation.” And with one final push, like a brave woman bringing new life into this world, the butterfly emerged, taking her first flight, gasping for air, then soaring with full inspiration for others to continue the brave transformation.

In that moment the butterfly remembered the sun’s words about ebbing and flowing and being “your time.” So, she circled around a grieving mama whose 19-year-old son died the year before, and who was aimlessly walking in her garden with tears in her eyes pleading similar questions. The butterfly remembered the lesson of darkness, struggle, growth, and transformation and knew whether weeks or months or years, she would inspire this mama to hold that sacred space with others. And the mama took notice of the butterfly and invited her and others to share their flight of freedom and beautiful inspiration so one day, even in the midst of ebbing and flowing, she too could tell the story about how to be brave as a butterfly.