Saturday, January 2, 2021

Why We Don't Commit: Learning the Art of Under-thinking it


Any fellow over-thinkers out there? It's January 2 and I am still noodling with my New Year resolutions, or plan or projects. Can't even decide on what it will be. 

What I want to do is to launch a new project: which I did yesterday after recognizing what was stopping me was my miraculous and overactive mind. 

I've set out to take a photo daily of White Rock Lake: a layering of a new series upon series I began in July of 2011. This time I will stand in the same place and I will study a view through the seasons: light, color, textures of the water and the shedding and growth of flora. I found the place to stand last night: a familiar dock: not the same dock as last year, and one I can rely on: the familiar nearby. 

I worked on how I will stand to make sure the frame is consistent. Can't do this project, I thought: I don't have a tripod. 

I wondered what will happen if I leave town. Can't do this project: I can't expect to be here 365 days...even in a pandemic. 

I considered my own boredom and the boredom of others Can't do this project: Won't we all tire of the same view? 

And don't I really need an IPhone 12 before I start this project? 

OR. Even though it was already 5:30 and late enough I just needed to start it. I don't have all the answers but I do know what I am committed to: 

I am committed to trying. 

I am committed to being in practice. My two new practices are "Walk" and "Write" daily. This supports both-as there I was and here I am. 

I am committed to a final result: in an exhibition or a book: a new way of seeing nature change slowly over time. This is mindfulness. 

And I am committed to hard things. It may be raining. It may be too cold, or too dark. And I won't want to. But it will be this word, this existence for trying that will put me there. 

I could have made it harder: to be at the dock at a specific time. I decided to meet myself in the middle of intention and effort: the practice is to capture the same view each day. This is enough. Knowing what is enough is graceful, gentle and a way of being inside of a commitment with integrity, challenge and self-care. 

Perhaps you missed the start of your New Year Intention: still thinking about it, too? Wondering why, how long and for what purpose? Is a pen or computer nearby? 

Start with this prompt, an excerpt from the poem "The Journey" by Mary Oliver: 

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began...

Write those words at the top of our blank page, set a time for five minutes and see what is there to be revealed. 
 
Let the over-thinker be still for a moment and see how you can create possibility beyond the practical. How do you want to be in your beginning this year? 

And Happy New Year!

Tuesday, December 1, 2020

John O'Donohue For the Interim Time

 John O'Donohue

For the Interim Time

When near the end of day, life has drained 
Out of light, and it is too soon 
For the mind of night to have darkened things, 

No place looks like itself, loss of outline 
Makes everything look strangely in-between, 
Unsure of what has been, or what might come. 

In this wan light, even trees seem groundless. 
In a while it will be night, but nothing 
Here seems to believe the relief of darkness. 

You are in this time of the interim 
Where everything seems withheld. 

The path you took to get here has washed out; 
The way forward is still concealed from you. 

"The old is not old enough to have died away; 
The new is still too young to be born." 

You cannot lay claim to anything; 
In this place of dusk, 
Your eyes are blurred; 
And there is no mirror. 

Everyone else has lost sight of your heart 
And you can see nowhere to put your trust; 
You know you have to make your own way through. 

As far as you can, hold your confidence. 
Do not allow confusion to squander 
This call which is loosening 
Your roots in false ground, 
That you might come free 
From all you have outgrown. 

What is being transfigured here is your mind, 
And it is difficult and slow to become new. 
The more faithfully you can endure here, 
The more refined your heart will become 
For your arrival in the new dawn.

Sunday, October 18, 2020

Pandemic Side-Effect: Wanderlust

Windows: that's what they are, from inside the Pandemic into the outside world. 

The Retailers found me in attractive links inside of our Social Media: clothing lines quickly shifted to easy-living, stay-at-home clothes. Solid colors. Simple-to-choose, alluring. 

The Institutions Found me: Virtual opportunities abounded toward the end of summer: a program at the Met, a series by the Asia Society in Hong Kong I have loved. I signed up over and over again, my schedule filling with webinar on top of webinar. 

The Mindfulness teachers found me: a weekend retreat with Pema? for $150? You bet. And, it was wonderful. 

The little windows are so-as I wrote-alluring, it's easy to live a day (days) virtually, not realizing there is an underpinning world of work and interests I was already committed to: continuing to transition the museum; managing a museum in Covid; managing a museum in the wake of George Floyd's death (and Briana Taylor...and so many more); continuing my already-virtual Mindfulness Teacher Certification Program. 

This week I am remembering the Underpinning: what was already here for me to lead, love and work on for myself and those nearest. 

Supporting a family that recently returned to in-school school. 

Running an Art Museum and launching a project to build a second location. 

Supporting my own practices of faith, mindfulness, pocketsunrise and yoga. 

That Underpinning is something: a body of work that can easily take 24 hours a day. Thich Nhat Hanh wrote "mindfulness is bringing the mind home to the body." and to bring this mind home to this work is this life's work: this life in this moment. 

In a work retreat on Friday I wrote down five priorities. And now, as I schedule my time, each moment of being in wanderlust and allure has a practice of a new, second moment: does this time I am so easily scheduling support my priorities? 

And if so, how directly? 

What is the return on my time? 

And...it might just be joy, and do we ever need more of that. It might just be taking a weekend, with nothing virtually scheduled, to stare at the leaves from the couch. Taking a long walk with a friend. Ordering in dinner. 

I am working to quiet the inner-critic: that by making a conscious, loving choice, I am here in this moment more fully, more intentionally. Wandering on the inside instead. 



Sunday, October 11, 2020

Silence is Learning to Be with the Noise

It's not often I find it: silence. Ours is a small house with teenagers growing larger. They room together so there is a constant channel of roommate dispute: the level of cleanliness, the stolen charger, disagreements on bedtime: the usual human conflict. 

Covid-19 and it's call to shelter shrank our house, and after one careful trip to New Mexico in August, scanning the window of 4-day Fall Break this weekend, we decided it was worth it to drive 20 hours round-trip for 60 hours on the ground.  I found a beautiful home in Tesuque on the north side of Santa Fe: a land held by Sunrise and Sunset: my kind of theater. I shopped earlier this week and we brought (most of) what we need in terms of nourishment. And, because it is so special, this place, there is no reason to leave, no where to be, other than right here. 

This is mindfulness: We prepare ourselves for the intention of sitting in a mindful space, making sure we have what I need in terms of comfort and sustenance and learn to sit with ourselves. It's not always like you think it might be: there is no zafu (pillow) always available, a zen-like hall or even a bell. Sometimes we just have to let ourselves sit: wherever we are. 

And there may be noise: the hum of a refrigerator, the background of an ipad game, the rustlings of a family member. Yesterday it was the silliness of three boys on a hiking trail (husband included). Baker (14) has recently taken several fall campouts and he's learned a thing or two about what happens when you spend time around a bunch of teenage boys. Usually on the hiking trail I am the first: blazing, map checking, leading. Yesterday I took fourth position, happily, and left them to their jokes and human noises. 

I sat with the level of silence I had: the distance of being last in the line, hearing the hum of their playful hiking ahead: Edward calling out "Mom?" every ten minutes or so to make sure I was in the nearby. I spent time in meditation most of the hike: breathing, counting, scanning and sensing the stillness. I was very quiet: a nice counterpoint to how I was responding to the difficulty of the hike and the little time we had to acclimatize to the altitude. 

But I found it: the silence that happens when there is noise all around you. I think this might be mindfulness: being with what is: worry, stress, anxiety (a lung-busting hike) and going slowly on your own time to experience what there is to experience--the way you can and are willing to. 

And I am finding it now: watching the sun catch the mountains so slowly I can't really see it. Watching my coffee steam and thinking about how I can help today go by as slowly as the sunrise: pine needle by pine needle. So the next time you're invited to practice mindfulness, or you wish you had a mindful practice, maybe you already do and all that's left to do is just be where you are. 

Friday, June 26, 2020

Recent Poetry 3/25/20-5/08/20



May 8, 2020
I see your eyes in the skies.
Your words in the letter were bursting.
With promise.
And knowledge.
Care. For another.
Where do I source this?
To move toward the hand.
To push into looking?
To ask,
How are you (really) today?
And stay for the answer.
I work to stay with you.
I listen, leave and wake up to my leaving.
I re-arrive to your brilliance.
And I know that it’s golden
To be with Us long enough.
To see your sky.


May 1, 2020

In this time of Covid-19
My mornings have become so beautiful.
It's part spring: birdsong symphonies, open doors,
The only natural silence of these long days.
My outer voice at rest.
Inner voice alive and awake, hearing and seeing.
Remembering dreams, ideas and middle of the night thoughts.
Slow.
Not hurried by the hurrying
In slippers. Coffee steams at my side.
Like the vapor trails of shallow fog I saw on the lake yesterday.
Swirling in dance as if to greet the sunrise.
Fewest cars on the road.
No school to scurry to.
At least on the outside.
Even the trail walkers stay in.
Not a human in sight.
Other than this one. And you.

April 28, 2020
On the other side of this
There will be a knowing
A detail of memory
A story we tell
To ones who aren’t here
On the other side of this you are taller,
Quieter
Grateful for the life we have.
You will know the sweetness of
Being together.
On the other side of this I will
Bring some of this with me.
Silence.
Stillness.
Being in love
With the place where I am.
And not because there is no where else to go,
Rather a knowing
I am here.
I will bring a braveness
To the future,
A willingness to say more.
Leaving nothing unsaid.
Even
This
Poem.

April 13
At Home with Baker, 13
I watched you lap me.
This time we have is slow
Enough for me to see
You growing.
It wasn’t in weeks,
Or a sudden arrival.
It was slow motion.
I see the way you’re growing into
Yourself.
Taller.
More confident.
I watched you lap me.
Just a smidge above 5’10”.
I saw it happen.
A lovely rare privilege of
Being near you.
Soon I will be looking up to you.
And I already do.

April 9, 2020
Home-School
Lizard in the kitchen.
In residence.
Scrabble on the Dining room table.
Puzzle, too.
Puppy on the couch.
Community spread.
Daily live-cooking shows.
Just leave that there.
I’ll clean it up.
Tomato “soup” smeared on the pantry floor.
From a shoe.
“You can clean the blender by turning it on with soap and water, Mom!”
Fills fully.
Can’t find the chicken bone we gave the dog.
Can’t find a few things.
Like silence.
Bedtime.
The homework hour.
And the Air Pods the dog chewed on.

March 25, 2020

And for a moment I forgot.
The cascade of color on the lake
Distracted me.
Or drew me.
Held me, as if to say,
I’m here.
And I remembered.
A catch in my throat.
A worry.
And, my breath drew me,
Held me, as if to say,
I’m here.
And I remembered.
But when? And who? And how?
Am I safe?
And I see you here,
You draw me,
You hold me.
I’m here, too.

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Silver Linings of the Coronavirus: Finding Health in a Pandemic, Head to Toe


As we arrive to Week Eleven of Sheltering in Place I’ve learned a few things from truly spending time with myself. My mind-body connection has never been stronger, and it is teaching me a few things I’ve learned but until now didn’t know.

Two years ago in my Yoga Teaching Certification Program, I studied the body and its miraculous systems. At the Dallas Yoga Center Shelagh McElroy taught me about my feet and Carla Weaver taught me about the benefits of the Rest and Digest neural response to situations (the opposite of Fight or Flight). Through this pandemic as time took over, Fight or Flight became less of an option for me: no one to fight, no were to fly to. And so, what does happen to the body when we have an affluence of time and an opportunity for more resting, more digesting? Let’s take a journey through the body to see just what the silver linings are of a sheltered life.

Feet

After ten weeks out of heels, I wonder if I will ever go back. This sabbatical from dress shoes has been bliss for my 26-bones and 30 ligaments (x 2). The three arches of the foot (transverse/ medial/ lateral) have been at ease in a natural way in house shoes, tennis shoes and even plein air. My toe nails, un-polished are almost grown out from the stress of pedicures and the natural nail is knowing for the first time in a long time what contact with oxygen is like. My daily walks at White Rock Lake have been good for my feet in contact with the earth. I am in every sense of the word, grounded.

Legs

My walking practice has been good for my legs, too. And my yoga practice. I am stretching daily and have noticed a toning of my calves and thighs. We were meant to walk. To be in nature. Our paleo roots teach us this, and in this pandemic I’ve spent more time outside reminding me of my summers at Brush Ranch Camps. Daily contact with the planet has been good for me and my legs.

Heart

Brush Ranch was in the mountains northeast of Santa Fe, New Mexico. The altitude and the hiking offered me an unexpected benefit: the heart murmur I have would disappear after my months at Camp. I like to think this is happening here, too, with more cardio offered to my heart: more oxygenated blood in a daily practice from my walks and on-line yoga classes. The physical heart thrives in a space of having time for exercise. And my spiritual heart is stronger, too: being with this suffering is teaching me how widely I can love and care. I follow the heart and the heart gets stronger.

Lungs

I’ve been breathing more than usual, too. Deep, intentional breathing every day helps me know I am here. Breathing can also trigger worry of Covid-19, but I sit with this and the thoughts pass. A practice for breath is good for me. I have a daily practice of mindfulness that offers me moments with the breath. Thich Nhat Hanh offers the beautifully simple practice of Breathing in, Breathing out. I have spent more time with my breath than ever in my life and each breath is an invitation to fall in love with this moment, this miracle of each breath.

Sight

I am working on a future blog post of the benefits of watching something grow slowly over time. This pandemic has helped me see things: the edges of growth in my thirteen-year-old son as by micro-millimeters he became taller than I am. I watched the bold greening of spring in the trees arounds us, the unfurling of Queen Anne’s Lace, the mint, the potato vine, the Cosmos and now the baby sunflowers I am growing from seed. Each moment is a miracle. Seeing things happen slowly gives me the presence of my moment-to-moment experience. Mary Oliver in her poem “Wild Geese” writes

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination

Now, ten weeks into this pandemic, I know it is true. I’ve seen it.

Hearing

For the first two weeks of the pandemic it startled me that the birds left the neighborhood. Our birdfeeder, a place of frenzy and hype stood untouched. Perhaps the birds were startled by the shifts in our patterns, air pollution or how our stillness rippled into their waves. Perhaps it was a season for mating, appetite for birdseed fell. But it was quieter, too. Maybe it was colder. Nevertheless, they returned two weeks later, emptied the feeder and began daily pre-dawn concerts for wakeful, willing listeners. My ears were tuned and ready and now I throw open the windows, listening for names I don’t know. This soundscape is the backdrop to my sound meditations. Never before have I known how it is possible to finely tune one’s ear and one’s heart to the conversations of nature. The frogs at the lake are singing in the moonlight. And I am not missing it.

The Brain

If you venture out, be careful. Our brains have been called to other tasks for these past ten weeks and they are out of practice for the quick-response thinking needed for driving. Our daily decisions have become fewer and more slowly summoned. I spend about an hour and a half driving daily, countless decisions made to accelerate, yield, see, respond. At home, it’s different: certainly the work to be on a video conference call offers a new kind of strain, but for most people, this affluence of time (what we spent commuting) is offered to other tasks: and with intention it can be extremely beneficial.

Also, the brain likes to have patterns and predictability: there is peace in the rhythms we’ve created at home, if even a relaxing to the blurred lines of home and office. The mental energy to dress for events, presentations, travel has all evaporated and in this space the distance between preparing for here and there has diminished. I moved all of my work clothes to a different closet. My choices are fewer and even the dog has come to love it when she sees me pull out the walking shoes. My brain likes it, too.

And sleep: I’ve had my moments of wakeful worry, but I am now in a space of knowing we may be at this a while yet. I’ve stopped waking up at 3:45 am and now, with two long walks a day at the lake, can fall into my pillow easily. For sleep, I am creating an allowing: an allowing to rest for a few minutes in the afternoon, to go to sleep earlier if I feel like it. If I can sleep, I try to. The daily walks have been very helpful to this practice of sleep.

Skin

And finally, our exosphere: the magical human organ of skin: alive, permeable, responsive. I am noticing the little things: the appearance of more hydration (I am drinking more water). The daily connection in my mindfulness practice to skin, noticing the connection points of skin to air, breathing out to the outer edges of my skin and back into the body. I am eating less fried food (more home cooking) and I can see it in my skin. I've stopped wearing makeup. More Vitamin D has to be helping, too. More oxygen from my walks. More joy, too. In this common humanity, it feels a little better to be in our skin, not in the tension of where we were pre-Covid-19. At home, in this waiting place, we’re in the practice of being with what is, in the skin that we have. I can only imagine this to be really and truly good for us.

So take it all in – yes, we have new worries and strains on the mind, body and spirit, but from this lens on week eleven, my body feels more like mine today than it did in February. And as we lean into this future, this one we don’t quite imagine yet, I plan to bring this body along with me. Stay well, friends.

Monday, May 11, 2020

Zooming Out: 100 Things to Do Between Online Video-Conference Meetings

Several weeks ago, fresh “in” to this New Normal, in the middle of the day I left a Zoom call and took a hard Einstein-style cat nap on the bed conveniently located just inches from my office desk. I felt guilty, self-conscious and unsure why a deep sleep was so quickly available to me. For a few moments I did the thing I didn’t think I could do: I was unavailable. 

And why is that? This generous act of self-compassion, to care for oneself first is taboo and un-spokenly so: we are the last ones we take care of. Couple that with the effort to meet our teams where they are (Virtual): and I believe we have too many humans on Zoom or TEAMS for too long, without taking breaks, offering ourselves equal time alone in the creative space of debriefing meetings, writing and designing. Remote work does not equal being available in the Virtual Space all the time. That’s a story I told myself. 

We are missing our natural transition times: driving to meetings, walking down the hall to the restroom or kitchen, saying hello to a colleague nearby. The brain is not shifting activity: these respites were not only purposeful but also extremely beneficial to our cognitive health. Asking the brain to down-shift momentarily can increase our productivity and joy in the Home Office. 

Last week I took back my schedule and wrote in swaths of time for desk work. I spent a few minutes each day checking on my independent teen and pre-teenager. I stopped taking 8 am meetings and ended the day at 6. I sourced the collective wisdom of my social media communities and here is an offering of one-hundred ways to counter-balance the side effects of Zooming in.

1.     Go to the restroom without apology or haste.
2.     Take five-minutes for a mindful walk outside.
3.     Create your own flow of three yoga poses.
4.     Drink a tall glass of water.
5.     Divide your house into five zones. Clean one zone daily M-F.
6.     Sit in silence for five-minutes, ring a bell or set a timer on your phone.
7.     Sit in the car and listen to loud music as if you would to drive to a meeting.
8.     Set up 2-3 areas of your house for remote work and offer yourself a new view during the day.
9.     Take a power nap, yes this is allowed.
10.  Wash a window.
11.  Fold laundry.
12.  Tidy your desk.
13.  Powder your nose.
14.  Apply lip gloss.
15.  Calm the dog.
16.  Voice check.
17.  Set an intention for your next virtual meeting.
18.  Give your dog a massage.
19.  Call a friend or family member you’ve been meaning to check on: make a list at the start of the week.
20.  Write a postcard to a young person you know.
21.  Flip and rotate your matress.
22.  Spend time just sitting with Jesus. Be silent. Let his peace be your peace. 
23.  Change the laundry from the washer to the dryer.
24.  Take the dogs for a walk.
25.  Water your plants.
26.  Unload, load the dishwasher.
27.  Create a prayer candle in your common area and light it for those in need. Place a name on a small card near the candle each day.
28.  Plant a vegetable garden and take time to water it every day.
29.  Sit outside with a frosty glass of tea listening to the birds.
30.  Divide a landscaped bed into sections and take a section at a time to pull weeds or trip hedges.
31.  Spend a few moments to reflect on friends and family, whomever God lays on your heart, write them a real letter. It can be one of thanks, something they did that you are grateful for, memory you treasure from long ago or just that you are thinking of them.
32.  Take five deep breaths; with each, breathing in something you want to fill your heart and exhaling what you want to expunge. Example: breathing in courage, breathing out fear; breathing in trust, breathing out angst. (Source: Thich Nhat Hanh)
33.  Make masala chai and serve in fancy cups.
34.  I take the time to refill my coffee with a fresh pour-over, and stand on my patio steps with the sun on my face
35.  Go sit at the piano and play or write a new song.
36.  Take a moment to stretch and take some deep breaths.
37.  Turn on a personal fan.
38.  Tell your children that you love them and that you are proud of how well they are handling the pandemic.
39.  Gather eggs.
40.  Check the garden.
41.  Encourage the plants.
42.  Throw sticks for the dog.
43.  Watch the birds.
44.  Sweep a porch or a back deck.
45.  Make a healthy snack. 
46. Brew some herbal tea. 
47.  Happily bother a sleeping cat.
48.  Go for a run.
49.  Write your partner a note of love and appreciation.
50.  Dust a fan.
51.  Read a poem.
52.  Read the Hobbit over time with your children.
53.  Write a family schedule for the week.
54.  Plan a family meeting.
55.  Make placecards for your family dinner.
56.  Set up an art station in your house with supplies (example: coloring pages, collage)
57.  Clean your laptop and your phone.
58.  Sweep the garage.
59.  Open the windows in the house.
60.  Clean out a drawer.
61.  Write a journal entry.
62.  Free-write, pen and paper for five minutes without stopping.
63.  Empty the refrigerator or pantry (or both!) of expired items.
64.  Make popsicles.
65.  Slice an apple and offer your kids a healthy snack.
66.  Check on a neighbor.
67.  Fill the birdfeeder.
68.  Fluff the pillows.
69.  Play music.
70.  Check on your friends at home with small children.
71.  Organize your jewelry or ties.
72.  Cancel your digital subscriptions.
73.  Make care kits for the homeless.
74.  Bake cookies.
75.  Write a haikiu (a short, three-lined poem from Japan with syllabic structure of 5/7/5)
76.  Sing at the top of your lungs.
77.  Rest in shavasana (corpse pose) for ten minutes.
78.  Research restorative yoga poses and try a new one each week.
79.  Create a home meditation or prayer space.
80.  Read a verse of scripture.
81.  Learn a new word and teach it to someone else.
82.  Adopt a grandparent from a retirement home and check-in with them often.
83.  Adopt a friend’s young child and check-in with them often; sending notes in the mail.
84.  Drink a cup of tea mindfully (research mindful eating and drinking).
85.  Take a shower (if you haven’t).
86.  De-brief your last meeting.
87.  Write and agenda and outcomes for your next meeting.
88.  Pull the scrabble board out and play a round or two.
89.  Doodle.
90.  Sit with both arms extended up in a wide “V”: hold for one minute breathing deeply.
91.  Call a beloved teacher and tell them why they were great.
92.  Organize your jewelry and take photos for your files.
93.  Write a blog post.
94.  Watch a TED talk.
95.  Download the Marco Polo app and start communicating with friends and family.
96.  Work on your Family Ancestry.
97.  Sit and do nothing.
98.  Listen to the birds.
99.  Put your feet up.
100. Create existence in your calendars a few of your favorite ideas above. Have new ideas? Please share them with me!


Be generous with yourself: we are all getting through this together as the perfectly imperfect human beings that we are. We’ve accomplished a remarkable transition to working from home in short amount of time. Now it’s time to make working for home work for us. Enjoy new joys. 

Thank to special contributors: Jennifer Stanton Hargrave, Rowena Raroque-Watters, Debby Fosdick, Lollie Tompkins, James F. Fosdick, Stephanie Cole, Allison Perkins, Diana Marquis, Dyana Pari Nafissi Holzworth, Claire Sexton, Mary Beth Whitman Goodrich, Leslie Barker Garcia, Nana Boardman, MK Benton Sharp, Mickey Parson, Jenny Apperti, Melody Hamilton, Lisa Reed, Caren Lock, Laura Neff, Nancy Dorrier and Kelly Irwin Heatly. 

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