The interactions of Layers upon Layers

Good Evening, God!

I’ve been running over the various times in which the experts have ridiculed the ideas that threatened their world view — indeed, threatened their sense of self — their psychic safety.

Florence Nightingale said that the doctors would like to have had her burned at the stake like Joan of Arc. And that just for wanting good fresh air, sunlight and soap for the patients.

Dr. Semmelweiss was ridiculed and hounded into an insane asylum for noticing that more women died of childbed fever in the hospital when attended by doctors who had just come from doing autopsies. He just urged them to wash their hands.

Alfred Wegener suggested “Continental Drift” in 1912 and was ridiculed by his fellow scientists. It would take 50 years for Plate Tectonics to be accepted. And on and on it goes.

Going against Conventional Wisdom is risky. Or maybe it is just CERTAINTY that is risky? I am not humble by nature but as I pay attention — it is not that hard to see that ALL is not yet known. Worse yet, I (like most of us) undoubtedly hold views that make it next to impossible for me to assemble what I do know into a coherent whole. I am severely limited — constrained — by family and cultural norms.

Yet, I am curious. I love moving the “dots” around . . . and around. And I am perhaps a bit of a contrarian by nature. So, God, please help me to keep on asking questions; questioning assumptions; and being open to being wrong. My being wrong. And experts being wrong. All this as we grapple with understanding the difference between complicated and complex. I love this discussion of the difference.

Lastly, help me remember the vast proliferation of unintended consequences. Then there is (I think) Jay Forrester’s quote: in a complex system you almost always get the opposite of the result you intend. And each one of us is a “complex system”. Ah, please, God, more humility!

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The Power to Choose

Good Morning, God!

On Sunday, I was going into Kokua Market when I was stopped by this glorious pile of dead blossoms. I LOVE these colors! In fact, I love COLOR. So, I took a photo. The young man that was sweeping them up looked a bit puzzled when I exclaimed over the beauty of the blossoms. But, he smiled.

Then this morning at breakfast, my wonderful husband Kit, asked what my sister, Martha, had died of. Sigh. . . she died of an overdose of Xanax. Bigger sigh! Since she did it on the edge of the Arctic Ocean off Barrow Alaska, it was clearly suicide. But, my heart went back to the bigger question of what really had been the cause.

For the first time, I was able to see that my sister — smart as she was — somehow didn’t have the power to help herself. Helping ourselves involves assessing our choices and then choosing. Both of those steps are “tricky”. Assessing our choices involves having enough HOPE to see possibilities. And then CHOOSING what we CAN do, involves focusing our attention on what we can do. And that means doing a lot of accepting of what we truly cannot do. Accepting means, refusing to drain our energy by regretting what we cannot do.

Choosing to see the beauty in a pile of blossoms being swept up to be thrown away — is a very small kind of choice. At the other end of the spectrum is the man in the Auschwitz concentration camp. Viktor Frankl noticed that he was a long term survivor and asked him how he did it. The man replied: the purpose of this camp is to strip us of the power of choice. So, I exercise the choices I have. If I can eat, I eat. If I can drink, I drink. If I can relieve myself, I do. I if I can stop and rest, I do. If I can sleep, I do. I work at controlling the ON/OFF and IN/OUT choices I have.

Oh my! May we all work at controlling and exercising the choices we have. Especially, as we focus on what will be of help to ourselves. Hmmm, please help ME!

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This Shadowed Planet

Good Morning, God,

I recall the words of Madeleine L’Engle — referring to us as a Shadowed Planet. I didn’t begin to appreciate the truth of those words until the last year or so. I still do not claim to appreciate them fully. But, I am beginning to realize that I have massively underestimated the powers of darkness.

Sigh. I remember, God, our oldest daughter asking me — Does the Devil really exist? I said, well, not as a little man in a red suit with a pitchfork. But, perhaps, as a Grey Cloud? A Desiccating Cloud hovering over you that tells you that YOU DON’T MATTER! THAT NOTHING YOU WILL EVER DO, MATTERS!

Oh! she said, I know HIM! And we both laughed. We both knew him in that guise. And we would sometimes see him forming . . . and call out, GREY CLOUD ATTACK!!!

Such a simple image . . . but it did acknowledge the existence of dark forces. Forces I feel forming all around our planet. Forces that wish to silence, shut down and destroy. Oh my…..FRIGHTENING.

FEAR NOT! That is the command that is reverberating in my heart. And it is absolutely true. You are with us — into forever. It is fear that the enemy uses to get us to respond in kind. And we are in a replication war . . . Evil wants to tempt us into fearing, anger, and hating. Into joining it.

So THAT is why You command us to Pray for those in authority over us! Bless, BLESS and do not curse. Praying for those ensnared in dark deeds is our opportunity to love. . . or rather, to let Your Love flow through us.

Posted in a prayer for healing, Compassion, connecting, LOVE, Prayer, Praying for our enemies, The Flow of God's Love, the gift of persistent love

Stories for My Heart

Good Morning, God!

I checked this book out of the library, read it, and then bought it. Next I got the Audible version so I could listen to it. This has been like water for my soul. I want to rave about it — but just how does one describe a book that seems to encompass all of life? Hearing Rabbi Naomi Levy’s stories . . . hearing her share the wisdom of the talmud and wisdom from the long line of rabbis back in time . . . was like having the Other Half of the Story appear.

As a follower of Jesus, it felt like I had found my FAMILY! My ROOTS!

The book is so FULL. It follows a simple plot line. Who wrote to Einstein — so that he answered with words about how we are all interconnected, all one? And in following that one question we are led into the Buchenwald concentration camps as they are opened! Only to find 904 boys! Somehow hidden by the inmates so that they survived . . . One of them was Elie Wiesel. And the man who helped care for those boys — was the same man who wrote the letter to Einstein.

But, this book is so much MORE than the plot. Each chapter holds wisdom, wrapped in stories from her personal life and her life as a rabbi. That hardly begins to describe the effect the book is having on me. Because her underlying theme is how our soul longs to care for us and how essential it is for our well being to care lovingly and respectfully for our soul.

A dear friend is reading this book S L O W L Y. That is what I am doing as I listen to it. It feels like drip irrigation. Too much, too fast and it flows down the drain. I need to soak in it. And as I soak . . . my soul nudges me . . . last night I started reading the first chapter of Colossians in 3 translations.

Aaah. We are all interconnected. All part of an unimaginable WHOLE. We are CALLED to love and respect one another.

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Life Enhancements: Part Five

Communing with my Inner Self — the Last Frontier

Good Morning, God

It was just this morning — while taking part in a guided Welcoming Prayer — that I sort of heard my Second Brain speaking. She was rejoicing at having a positive, compassionate attention focused on her. My First Brain — what I used to think of as my ONLY brain — was listening to her. *

Now, I understand, God, that the words speaking and listening are inadequate to capture what was going on. But, it felt like a flow of respect and interest between these two brains — separated so long ago in the womb. And more and more I am defining “love” as something that begins with “respect.” And that is what this gentle flow — back and forth — felt like! Respect!

Sigh, my First Brain, has been trained to focus and fix! She has opinions, hypotheses even! So for her to be softly and respectfully reaching out to commune — to receive — was a wonder. (I am pretty sure that was possible because of the loving kindness of my friend Pulelehua, who has been a wonderful guide into the Welcoming Prayer. She is presenting the Welcoming Prayer Embodied at the 2021 Parliament of the World’s Religions this weekend.) This morning, it felt like a new experience — a very much welcomed experience of inner peace and compassion.

I found myself thinking that THIS is the key to World Peace! This peaceful, respectful communing with my full self. Aha, so THIS is what self compassion feels like. There was no judging. No regret. No anger. No hate. There was Nothing that I wanted to project out onto others. . . .

There was only a gathering awareness of my Second Brain as another Entity — One that loved me — One that I was slowly coming to acknowledge, respect and love.

*(These two brains begin as one in the womb — then the Neural Mass divided — with one half going to the head and the other to the gut.)

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Life Enhancements: Part Four

Lunch with a Fellow Idea Popper

Good Morning, God

I used to joke about having ideas as fast as a popcorn popper . . . but it was several years into my friendship with Ann before I heard her describe herself as “an idea popper”. As soon as I heard her say that I thought, “Ah HA! So that is what I am!” It is always enlightening to find a new way of understanding myself. And yesterday, I found myself expanding on it — explaining to a friend that I seem to generate a hypothesis where other folks just wonder for a minute of two.

Actually, mostly I just wonder — if I even get to the stage of wondering.

That’s why it is such fun to visit with Ann. Idea Popping is a “named” activity. Even better, it is a valued activity! And I must say that I am valuing this activity now more than ever. Because, I am, quite clearly in need of ideas.

This is a time of personal transitions, as my beloved husband and I are aging. I am becoming willing to recognize this. . . slowly. And since I have decided against the obvious way of coping — a retirement residence — then I am in need of alternative ideas and options.

So how might “idea popping” differ from suggestions? I guess it would be a lightness or playfulness in the presentation?

I’m sitting here smiling, God. I am assuming that there ARE options. I am assuming I have just not explored enough or imagined enough. Or perhaps, I have not been observant enough? But, I have observed how the unexpected happens. And so I am “embracing this moment as it is.”

And I am OPEN, God! Open to ideas, suggestions too, and to The Unexpected.

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Life Enhancements: Part Three

Good Morning, God!

Now that I am back to swimming frequently, I drive by this fountain several times a week. And each time I get a visceral reaction! The LIGHT. The WATER. And Diamondhead in the background! I long to take a photo so I can SHARE the beauty. But, I’m driving. Sigh. But the other day there was no traffic behind me. . . and so I slowed down . . . and snapped three quick shots! Vola!

Because, now I can share. Sharing is part of being “human”. In the old days — maybe before radio — people used to be called on to share. A good storyteller could count on being asked to share an old favorite story. Others had jokes to share or poems or impersonations, perhaps. Entertainment was not an industry. It was what humans did when we got together.

Now as we are zooming toward the future . . . some aspiring even to becoming trans-human . . . I find that I am becoming more and more enthralled with simply being “human”. The quiet joy or just “being with” family and friends has deepened and become richer. A few days ago — I think in the book The Chemistry of Calm, by Henry Emmons, M.D. — I came across the idea of a Clearness Committee. That is a quaker term and is used when a person is seeking clearness on a decision. The person goes to the elders — or people who listen well and are not given to advising — and asks for their help in discerning clarity. They ask clarifying questions. But mostly they hold the person in love. Trusting that the person’s inner light will show the way.

In the article below Gil George ended by saying, “even if no clarity comes from it, there is a sense of being held in love by our community that can make the lack of clarity not as scary as it used to be.”

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Life Enhancements: Part Two

Good Morning, God!

I have been reorganizing our home and mostly enjoying it. Our daughter, Sandy, is coming with her husband Dave. This time I want them to have an upgraded guest room! So, the old closet doors that did slide if you made a real effort, have been replaced with gently sliding mirror doors. And Kit had mostly emptied the big wooden dresser in his office! So, I finished finding places for the rest of his archival collection. And I diligently sanded the dresser drawers so they too would slide easily.

But, a real old fashioned wood dresser is heavy! I easily carried down the 3 drawers. And I figured that gravity would help me get the main frame of the dresser down the stairs. I was a little concerned though. Concerned enough so that I mentioned my intention to friends. All of them were HORRIFIED! One suggested I ask our handiman for help. Duh! He came the next day — did it in five minutes — and exhorted me saying, “DON’T BE STUPID!!! Give me a call anytime.” He refused the idea of getting paid for such a small amount of helping.

A few minutes later — moving a few more books — I put my hand on Meditations For Women Who Do Too Much, by Anne Wilson Schaef. I opened it to the page titled, ASKING FOR HELP. Ooh oh! Sure enough, that page nailed me! “We have learned many ways of getting help with our asking for it and without admitting that we need it. Yet, there is something infinitely more honest in asking for help when we need it.”

Her takeaway at the bottom of that page was: ASKING FOR HELP does not mean that we are weak or incompetent. It usually indicates and advanced level of honesty and intelligence.

Sigh. . . yeah, Margie, don’t be stupid! Or proud! Or smushed by a falling dresser!

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Life Enhancements — Part One

Giving credit to Judith Kolberg for “body double” or “Body Anchor”

Good Morning, God!

Many years ago, while reading this great book, I came across her description of a “Body Double”. That was when a client hired her to “just sit there” while I write out checks! He job was to just BE THERE! And by being there to help anchor the person to her task. I immediately saw the value of this idea! Only, I renamed it “body anchor” because, that seemed to be the “function”.

I meet most Monday mornings to be a “body anchor” for a friend. Only, of course, I kibitz and offer up my opinions. My friend is doing presentations — conveying information — and I have a mind that loves images. In fact, I probably “think” in images. So, I am invited in on the graphic portions.

But, this concept is flowering inside of me. I will be going off to swim at the beach in a few minutes. And during the 20 minute drive I will be a body anchor to myself! I will record myself and play it back and listen to myself. Listen to myself as I excrete amorphous thoughts out into the form of the spoken word. Something happens, when I hear myself say things.

I suppose it is like what happens when we journal. But, I seem to learn best through my ears. In any case, I am in need of being heard into speaking. Right now, I am in flux. Reality changes . . . or perhaps it is just that I can see how reality never stops! I used to have a mental map in which reality had Pause Points. It does seem to . . . if one doesn’t look too closely. Now it is all flow.

And I am doing my best to adjust to this new model of reality. Adjust? Keep afloat? Swim? And hearing that word I shall now be off to the beach. . . with new fins and a new snorkel. Hm. I wonder what “fins and snorkels” would help me navigate my new understanding or reality?

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The Pitfalls of Being a Favorite

Joseph being tossed into a pit by his older brothers

Good Morning, God!

I was carrying books up from our guest room into another bookcase upstairs — when my eye lit of the book by Madeleine L’Engle, Sold Into Egypt. Immediately, it hit me, God, that Joseph was able to survive and indeed flourish because he knew himself to be his father’s “favorite”.

His father had many sons — but Joseph was the first son of his beloved wife, Rachel. And in many ways his father showed his favoritism. But the straw that broke his brothers’ back was Joseph having a dream in which his brothers bowed down to him. So, his brothers intended to kill Joseph at the first opportunity. Finding him alone with them, far from home, Reuben said, let us just toss him in a pit. Then Judah — seeing traders coming — said, “Let us sell him to these traders on their way to Egypt!”

As I was climbing the stairs I pondered again how being loved as a child helped Joseph not just survive his hardships but flourish! Being loved gave him resiliency. For Joseph actually became second only to Pharaoh in Egypt and was in charge of storing grain for seven years — so Egypt could save the world (and make lots of money) during the seven years of famine that followed.

Yes, God, being a FAVORITE is hard — just ask the Jews, Your Chosen People. Not an easy gift to bear.

But at the top of the stairs I thought, what if each one of us, is Your Favorite, God? This thought felt very true! But it is a very difficult concept for us humans. For us, being a “favorite” is all about linear comparisons. The idea of being in a Sphere — in which each one is a favorite — isn’t just hard to grasp. It just cannot be true. Well, it can’t be true when we have a linear definition of favorite.

Sigh. Definitions are surely hard. My definition of love has been quite shallow for much of my life. Going through something UNBELIEVABLY HARD (Patty’s illness) and seeing You “with me” in it — that was a huge step. And, one I fall back from “feeling” even while I still grasp the “knowing”.

And that, again, is why it is so hard for us to see ourselves beloved as Joseph was. We look around us and seeing things that are hard, unfair, and meaningless, we say THIS ISN’T LOVE!!! Ah, yes. . . definitions. But, if in the HARD we could envision You WITH US . . . how amazing that would be!

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