The Deep End

When I was little, my siblings and I had to take swimming lessons. They were in 2-week chunks for a few summers, and took place at the lake in our town. At 9am, when our classes were held, the beach was in total shade, the water was chilly, the sand was freezing and we had to blow bubbles in the silty water near the shore. So not fun.

Swimming lessons are one of those things you build into your skill set, and then forget the actual instructions. I know there was kicking and bubble blowing and trying to float, but I don't actively think of those things when I am swimming now. One lesson did stick with me though. It popped back into the front of my mind yesterday while a client and I were discussing sadness.

Sadness is one of those things that you are raised not to want to have or experience. We're taught to aim to be happy, to pursue happiness, to share happiness. So when as we grow we experience sadness, we want to gloss over it, cast it aside. We're ashamed to show our sad faces.  But there are times even passionately happy people feel sadness. And that's ok.

So, what does sadness have to do with swimming lessons?

The lesson that stuck with me over all these years was an exercise in keeping calm if you were becoming too tired or overwhelmed in deep water. If you're by yourself, treading water is becoming too hard, and yet you're still somewhat close to the shore, here's what you do.

You let yourself sink. Totally let go. Torpedo yourself into a straight line, point your toes down toward the bottom, raise your hands over your head and sink down to the bottom.

When your toes touch the sandy, seaweedy bottom, let yourself sink just a little further and then push off with your feet. When your head pops out of the water, take a deep breath and repeat. Bob up and down, gradually pushing yourself closer to shore, until you can touch bottom for good. Instead of panicking, you choose the thing that seems the most counter-intuitive and you calmly save yourself.

In a similar way, letting yourself hit bottom once in awhile can be just what you need to gently push through a sad time. When sadness comes around, don't panic and let it keep you down. Gently sink into it and just as gently bob yourself up from the depths toward the sunshine and fresh air. Eventually, like someone once said, there's nowhere to go but up.

Limitations

                                                                                 

"If you are going to doubt anything,

doubt your limits." -Don Ward

                                                                       

    Very early this morning, while I was taking my becoming-a-daily-habit walk, I was deeply immersed in my business plan, believe it or not. Sanding off the rough edges of my goals. Letting the pegs settle into the holes. Rubik's Cube-ing my future. (Wait 'til you see what's coming up...!)

Anyway, it was just becoming light and I was moving through a neighborhood at a lively pace. No music, no company, no real distractions, just thoughts and breathing. Suddenly, I heard a crazy animal chattering noise, unlike any I've heard. I turned my head in time to see a large raccoon! Heading down a driveway, chasing after me, cussing up a storm in Raccoonish! Yikes!

While it would have been within my biological rights to scream 'like a girl', I just exclaimed to myself and the trees, "Oh!" And then, I ran! 

The End.

What? The End? 

Yes. That's all. I ran! Nicely too! I guess the videos on running form from OptimalRun.com sunk in a bit...I'd been thinking it was just the cool tunes and the dude with the blocks that were inspiring!

Certainly, I took off running because of the freakish wild animal chasing me away from her kids or the dumpster or whatever raccoon drama she may have been struggling with.  She didn't give chase for too long. I could have stopped. But I didn't! As Forrest Gump said, "I was running!"

Granted, it was not for long. It's been a long time and a lot of cookies since I was walking 4 or more miles at a blistering pace, each and every day, no matter the weather. I'm not silly enough to push myself too hard. Yet. But, I ran. And suddenly all the limitations I had been letting settle in seemed like phantom voices, vanishing...POOF!...into the early morning air.

There is nothing that I can't do, if I push aside my perceived limitations and just go for it. This gaining-on-half-a-century body is somewhat underused, but it's quite serviceable and will do quite nicely, thank you, with a little love, and with some clear thoughts. I have been known to become a little stubborn, even donkey-like, when told I can't do something, or that an idea I have won't work. So what the heck am I doing, allowing my limitations, mere thoughts, vapor!, to dictate what I can manage? Hello! Wake-up call!!

I thank that grouchy raccoon for starting this morning's ripple. I had been heading toward picking up my pace a little bit more each day, but had been holding back a bit. Resting on my limitations. Now I see that I just needed a kick in the pants to remind me that I am capable of not only conquering my physical goals, but my mental ones too. I have a feeling the ripples from this animal encounter will be far-reaching and magnificent. 

It's funny, but I've always joked that I don't run unless I'm being chased! Tomorrow, I think I'll try it again, raccoon or not. See you on the path!

Judgement

"My choice is what I choose to do

And if I'm causin' no harm, it shouldn't bother you.

Your choice is who you choose to be

And if you're causin' no harm, then you're alright with me."

-Ben Harper

     This morning I woke from a vivid dream. One of those epiphany-type dreams in which the 'light bulb' truly appears. It's been a long time coming, but the words to express how I feel about judgement may have finally found their way to my fingertips.

In my dream, someone I know, someone real, was working in a coffee bar in another state. (They would NEVER work in a coffee bar, but after all, it was a dream). We had not seen each other in years. I was only slightly reserved in approaching them, as our last parting had been less than tender. I dropped my nerves and ran up to them, arms outstretched for a hug. They blocked the hug, looked at me with disdain, said they had to go, and literally took off running. I was stunned. Worse, as they ran, they called over their shoulder, "I'll be back," but although I waited, they never returned.  PS, I don't even like coffee.

In the dream, I was furious, hurt, embarrassed.  Judged. Ouch.  Especially given the fact that, in real life, this person had been in a vulnerable, explosive, easily-judged situation many years ago, with complete, utter, no-questions-asked, non-judgmental support from me. Who, of all people, did they think they were?!

I should mention that I enjoy casually dissecting my dreams, usually finding reasonable explanations for the strange things that occur in them. Sometimes they are fueled by carbs close to bedtime...I call them Ice Cream Dreams. Other times, it's just the busy work of my brain, clearing out space for the new stuff I try to jam into it. But sometimes, an issue that I have been Rubik's Cube-ing for a long while becomes miraculously clear during my dreams. As with this morning, I wake up almost wanting to shout with joy, the clarity is such a gift!

No, I certainly don't think waking from this dream will find me being less judged by this person. They are on their page, and I am on mine, as it should be. Instead, I feel like my feelings of being judged in general, by anyone, have somehow been processed. In using this individual to depict the issue, my brain manufactured this dream and made it crystal clear why judgement, especially from this one person, hurts and nags at me so much. Because I was once an absolute pillar of non-judgement for them, it's all the more painful that this is the choice they've made in looking at my life. As I used to say when I was little, "It's not fair!" 

In massage school, I took a course called Personal Potential with Beth Bilyak. Eye-opening class; peaceful, lit-from-within, ninja-dynamo of an instructor. One of the subjects was discerning Judgment from Assessment.

As evolving humans, we need Assessment. It's that instinct that tells you whether or not a person or situation is a danger to you. It's not as critical to humans as it used to be...we are not, after all, being pursued by Saber- Toothed Tigers during the course of our days...but still a valuable survival tool. 

Judgment is different. It contains some components of assessment; you look at a person, learn a little about them. The shift happens when you begin to judge, to compare, to keep a person in a certain category for any number of criteria. Judgment can separate, alienate, foster hate. Judgement can truly hurt.

It couldn't be more plain, more clear, more simple than this: We are all human beings. Made up of the same stuff, from the inside out. The choices we make, if they aren't harming anyone, shouldn't matter in the least. I even remind myself from time to time that it's their choice to judge, and even though I don't like it, it's judgmental of me to say so! Exactly who are we to judge...anyone? 

I urge you to begin a ripple. A ripple of Non-Judgment. Start small; it's surprisingly difficult at first! Look at someone near you, and simply see them. Do not be critical of their hairstyle, their clothing, their lunch choice, their car. Just notice them, and recognize them for who they are; a member of your race, the human race.

"Once in a golden hour,

I cast to earth a seed,

And up there grew a flower,

That others called a weed."

-Alfred Tennyson

Compassion

What comes to mind when you think of the word compassion? I checked the dictionary and, according to Webster, compassion means deep sympathy. 
With all the stuff we see in the world today, it's easy to remember a time when you felt compassion. Natural disasters, illnesses and deaths, crimes against humanity...we feel for those affected. Our sympathy is aroused and we feel like we want to help, somehow, some way. We often act on that desire to help, to give back. We travel to affected areas and offer up our time or services. We volunteer to help those that can not help themselves for whatever reason. Perhaps in our jobs we work tirelessly to improve laws or boundaries or protection. Maybe we work to help people simply feel better. 
We have seen what our fellow man is experiencing and, to a lesser degree, we feel it ourselves. We are compassionate.
Recently, compassion was the topic of a Weight Watchers meeting I attended. We were asked if we thought we were compassionate people. Most of our hands went up. In my work, I have to be in touch with my compassionate side in order to help my clients feel their best, physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. I listen to their concerns with my full concentration and spend our sessions showing them how much I care and how much I want to help.
Next at the meeting we were asked if we were just as compassionate with ourselves. I can tell you, hardly any hands went up this time. We looked around the room at one another, uncomfortable, pondering. What's this about? We all feel that we have compassion, but when it comes to our own self, no? 
Wow.
The leader gave an example. Your friend falls off the diet wagon and eats an entire bag of Oreos. She calls you and tells you about it. You do...what? Judge, berate and criticize our friend for her mistake? Of course not! We gave our answers...don't let this little bump in the road stop you from achieving your goals, we all make mistakes, be a little more careful with your calories for the next few days, maybe take an extra walk this week. Compassion, in other words.
Then the leader asked how we treat ourselves when we fall off the wagon. I can tell you that compassion was not the word! We all agreed that when we make the same missteps as our peers, while we might comfort and support them compassionately, we beat the heck out of ourselves! Now, does that seem fair? Not so much.
Our leader really got me thinking. I spare barely an ounce of compassion for myself, saving and spending almost all of it on others. Not fair to me, certainly, but not fair to others in my life either! Think of how much more help I could be to others if I worked harder to treat myself equally as well, with just as much compassion. Give myself the pat on the back, the words of encouragement, the benefit of the doubt. Just think of it! 
If you are in the business of compassion, if you are a person who feels for those around you, then start with YOU. Start with YOU! Love yourself as you love others, and you'll love others better for it. Save some compassion for your own sweet self, and watch the ripple of compassion multiply. It has to start somewhere! Why not with you?

The Reminder

From time to time, when we go through droughts of creativity, periods of sadness, or times of dissatisfaction, we often throw a bit of a pity party. We tend to look for someone or something to blame. We search with increasing frustration for the answer, the happiness, the next successful project. We lose equilibrium and sleep, gain stress and wrinkles.
We're going about it all wrong.
When these little bumps in your path arise, hit the pause button.  Take these little blips as reminders. I find that when a project isn't coming out like I have imagined it, I have a choice. I can force it, or I can take the reminder. When I look at a full day of clients on my schedule, and suddenly have cancellations or no-shows, I can get upset, or I can take the reminder. When I am out in the world, wondering why people can't think like I do, I can give out angry finger gestures or I can take the reminder.
What is the reminder?
The reminder tells you to be patient. To set your struggles aside for just a little bit and look around you. What can you see? You might see other projects you've successfully completed. You might see evidence of past peaceful, happy times.  You might, for just a small time, look at the world in new ways. You might realize that you have been going non-stop for far too long, and that your time for stopping to smell the roses is long overdue. You just might recognize the need to take some good old-fashioned care of yourself.
Don't freak out when the painting isn't just right! Don't stress when the words just won't form brilliant paragraphs! Don't go off the deep end when your day isn't as booked as your checkbook needs it to be!
Take the reminder...and rest.
Take a walk. Take a nap. Watch a movie. Catch some rays. Read a book slightly below your normal reading level. Play with some kids or puppies. Chat with a friend. Kiss someone you love. When you take some time to be open to the little things, which, as we all know, are the big things, your being slows down and opens up. Your  senses take in things in completely different ways. Your guard is down, your enthusiasm is up. And guess what happens then? The answers sneak up behind you and lovingly make themselves known. Your projects turn out more gloriously than previously imagined. The next full work day you have will be one of your best and most rewarding. Your ideas will astound you and all those they reach. You will amaze.
Love yourself. Be as compassionate with yourself as you are with everyone you meet. Take the reminder when it comes, and witness the ripple.

Spring CleaRing

Spring is here! Some of us may be feeling it more than others, but the notion that the season has changed is sometimes enough to change your whole outlook.  If you haven't yet felt the weather effects, tap into the things you can do to nurture that Spring feeling within.
* Respectfully bid farewell to Old Man Winter. Thank him for the extra water he's left behind, for hosting the winter holidays, and providing us with beautiful snowy scenes. Do this as you joyfully bury your sweaters, jackets, mittens, scarves and boots deeeep in your closet. A slightly devious smile is welcomed during this process.
* Start your Spring Cleaning. I have somewhat of a problem with 'forced cleaning' but I will tell you that Spring Cleaning feels phenomenal. When it's done, that is. Put your hair up, choose a long, jazzy playlist, open the windows and go to it. Mentally make plans on how you'll take a shower, light some candles, pour some wine and check out your new clean place from your favorite comfy chair that evening.
* Check out March Madness. Even if basketball isn't your thing, the hype and excitement of this one-and-done college tournament never fails to produce some great human interest stories. No special snacks or attire required, although a sports bar does heighten the experience somewhat.
* Get out in the Sun. A healthy dose of Vitamin D, delivered the old-fashioned way, never fails to provide a pick-me-up. If it's still chilly, bring a blanket. Breathe deeply and clear out those winter cobwebs.
* Start something new. Spring brings to me a feeling that something fresh is just around the corner. I always seem to want to do something different. I have asked a friend to help me refresh my high school Spanish, and I have several new Zombie dolls dancing across the new greening landscape of Spring.
* Meditate. If you get a little freaked out by the notion, rest easy. Meditation doesn't have to be so serious! Just taking a few moments to reflect on what you are grateful for, while drawing in deep, cleansing breaths, will tweak your soul, guaranteed. Why not do it in the sunshine?!
* Share some Love and Kindness.  Not many things feel better than sharing your gifts with others. Call a friend, gift someone a little Spring bouquet, do a small unexpected favor for someone you love. Give random hugs. Smile at any person who looks your way. Spread the ripple of joy, people!
Spring has Sprung!

Awareness

                                                             Hugging Trees- Avon, CT

Who knows when it is in the growing-up process that we become aware of exactly what it is we're aiming at. We've been children and then teens, being cared for, instructed, guided and told what to do. When does that shift occur? The time when we suddenly draw our line in the sand...the line that says 'from here on out, I am aware of my choices and I want to do or be (fill in the blank)'.
Certainly there is no defining time when awareness shows up. It's not calendar-based; sixteen=driver's license, eighteen=vote, twenty-one=legally bar-hop. There isn't a specific age when parents or mentors or teachers can tell an individual, "Get ready...it's almost Awareness Time".
That's the enigma, right there. If you aren't aware, then you can't see that it's time to hone your awareness skills!
So I propose this...awareness instruction should begin early, early, early! Parents...teachers...leaders of any sort...help begin the cultivation of awareness in young people. Ask the questions! Nurture the curiosity! Feed the creativity! Fatten the observation skills! Help children see. Really see!
Of course, then it becomes obvious that we have a 'chicken or the egg' kind of thing happening, right? I mean, if you haven't grown up with awareness, how on Earth are you going to cultivate it in others? The answer is...Start Small. One tiny awareness exercise at a time. Here are two to try;
---Next time you are going to eat something, turn off the tv, put down the magazine, find some solitude. Sit at your table with your food. Take the first bite and...make it last. Think about what this food is doing for your body. What does it feel like in your mouth? Temperature, texture, aroma, flavor, spice, noise; really describe your mouthful to yourself.
---On your next ride to work, look around. You take the same route each and every day, but I bet many of you get to work on autopilot, not even remembering a thing about the journey. Try opening your eyes. The sky in early morning or evening, a hawk over a field, a van packed with construction workers, a woman in the SUV parade applying her make-up while on the phone and slurping Starbucks, the patterns made by the cars streaming by you, new billboards, kids with giant backpacks walking to school; illustrate and color your ride...open your eyes to the itty-bitty occurrences that make up everyday miracles.
As I get older, I become more grateful each day for the awareness I have, and for the drive to grow it. I'm observant, sure, but awareness is more. It's not only seeing, but feeling, intuit-ing, wondering. I wonder at stuff, about stuff. About what people think, feel, what makes them tick. This wondering has rippled through my life in many ways...in love and friendship, in work and creativity, and with everyone I meet. When you approach life with such a desire to truly see everything, to move in an aware way, the things that follow will stun you with their brilliance. What appears will absolutely blow your mind.
Perhaps the ultimate understatement lies in the trite phrase 'Life is Short'. It so is! Time flies by faster and faster. Don't you want to see some stuff along the way? I know I do.