Soul Sunday

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Happy Father’s Day! Happy Soul Sunday. My regular readers know that Sundays are devoted to poetry. The dictionary says this about poetry: “a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regarded as characteristic of poems.” I think what makes poems special, is that despite the fact that poems are often some of the shortest forms of writing, they hold so much “intensity of emotion”. Poems are powerful in their sensitivities. Poems often have the ability to deliver a big gut punch, or an instant throat lump, or a swift connection to our inner knowing. Poetry is potent. Here is my poem for today:

When your seldom seen tears, flowed at the birth of M,

When you became G’s biggest bussing fan, at Daddy’s Grill.

When you held our giant man-child W, like a baby,

In an attempt to transfer strength and take away the pain.

When you proudly became Dancing Dinosaur,

at the Guides meetings with our baby girl.

When you held every baby, against your big broad chest,

On every vacation, to give them and me, the most lovely rests of our lives.

These are the moments that make me in awe of you.

These are the moments that remind me why I love you like I do.

Your love encompasses our family with your devotion,

Like the warmest blanket, on a cool, dark night.

I am so grateful that every one of them, has a part of you inside.

You have selflessly given each of them, a big chunk of your beautiful heart.

And that is why I know they will always be safe and loved,

Because I listen to your strong and steady and reliable heartbeat,

Every night. It is the most calming, lovely sound in the world, to me.

And it echoes through our children, forever.

Look For It

Almost everything in life is neutral. Almost everything in life falls in the gray areas. We don’t want to believe this because we like absolutes. We are attached to labeling everyone and everything, “good” or “bad” and then looking for all of the evidence to back our labels up. Maybe we should be like children and label everything as “magic” and look for the evidence to back it up. I think that we would be overwhelmed with the confirmation that children are right. Life is magical.

This morning I am surrounded by magic: I am drinking this wonderful, warm elixir called coffee, that is the perfect combination of comforting and stimulating. It tastes and smells divine. Surrounding me, sleeping peacefully, are three gorgeous creatures, basically the pure essence of love, covered in fur. (our dogs) My family is happily doing their favorite activities this morning (sleeping, biking, tennis) and their pleasant, peaceful energy wafts over me and melts into my own happiness, as I do my own favorite activity: writing and communing with you. I am reading my very own thoughts, conveyed on a screen, as quickly as I can type them out. How incredibly magical! There is a slight breeze causing a ripple current in the lake outside of my window, and my windchimes are tinkling softly, serving as background music for the swaying, dancing water. I only really hear the chimes, when I hone in on them. My hearing is magically selective like that, isn’t yours?

Let’s have a magical weekend, my friends. Let’s look for the magic (and not look for the dark, evil Voldemort variety of magic. Although, honestly, isn’t reading and getting lost in an excellent Harry Potter book, created out of J.K. Rowling’s incredible imagination, stunningly magical in itself?). It isn’t hard to find magic. Be like a child and look for it.

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Bless You, Friday

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I’m kidding! It is actually Friday, the best day of the week!! Happy Friday, friends and readers. On Fridays, I keep everything surface level and I typically list three favorites of mine: songs, or books, or products, or food items or whatevers, and I strongly encourage you to add your favorites to my Comments section. Please check out previous Friday posts for more favorites to try out. Here are three of my favorites for today:

Suspender Earrings – My friend texted a video of Tina Fey chatting with Jimmy Fallon the other day. Being the hilarious people that Tina and Jimmy are, the video was hysterical, but what really kept distracting me, was the unusual earrings that Tina was wearing. They were sparkly rods that seemed to hook into her middle ear. Today’s earrings are full of edginess, and are worn all over the ears (my daughter really likes wearing ear cuffs). These suspender earrings fit into just one pierced hole on your ear lobe, but loop up on the bottom of your inner ear, giving your ears an unusual, unique, modern look, without having to get any extra piercings. Of course, I had to get a pair for myself, and a found a beautiful set on ebay, at an affordable price.

Jobe’s Fertilizer Spikes – My friend has the most beautiful magnolia tree in the middle of her front yard. It is one of the most blooming-est, full of itself, fabulous trees that I have ever seen. Our little magnolia tree, on the other hand, leans on the side of “pitiful.” I asked her the secret to her tree’s gorgeous vitality and she said that she hammers these Jobe’s spikes all around the tree, two times a year. We have started doing this with our tree, and the level of “perky” for our magnolia, is going right up. Interestingly, my husband pointed out that there is a ring of darker green, thicker grass around the tree, where he had placed the Jobe’s spikes. (the proof is in the pudding) You can order a package of these on Amazon.

Bless You Tissue Box – I love this tissue box (also found on Amazon). I keep it on my desk, alongside my adorable, favorite knick-knack, my gorgeous marble goldfish. (unfortunately, this is the only goldfish which I have ever successfully kept “alive” for years) I once went to a yoga class, where we had to do about fifteen minutes of movements to the chant, “I bless myself, I bless myself. I am, I am. I bless myself, I bless myself. I am. I am.” At first the wording felt strange, and indulgent, and perhaps even audacious, but after a while, the chant became very soothing and comforting. It served as a wonderful reminder of all of the power that lies within each one of us. How can you feel comfortable offering “bless yous” to anyone else, if you don’t have the ability to offer yourself blessings?

Bonus, if you are so inclined, here is the I Bless Myself chant:

Many blessings to all of you and yours this weekend!!!! See you tomorrow.

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Red-faced

“Ladies, I have to apologize for the crude remark that I made the last time that we were together. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to be so offensive,” said one tennis mom, the other night to me and another friend.

“Huh? What are you talking about? What remark?” we both asked our friend incredulously.

She then relayed “the crude remark” that she had made, that I had vaguely heard her say, back when we had last been together, over three weeks prior. It wasn’t a racist remark. There weren’t any swear words involved, and the remark wasn’t insulting to anyone. At most, what she had said was a little raunchy, and definitely funny. And I actually enjoy those kinds of remarks that make me giggle, and turn a little red.

I grabbed her hands. “I can’t believe that you tortured yourself over that, for three weeks! Why, my friend, why?”

But honestly, I could relate. I probably torture myself after any social event, with several long ruminations and self-floggings about at least one thing that I did, or I said, or I wore, or I spilled, or about the thing that got stuck in my teeth, or when I laughed when I shouldn’t have laughed, or when I made everyone uncomfortable when I cried, or when I rolled my eyes too dramatically about something insignificant. Was I an attention hog? Was I a boring wallflower? I go over and over and over, “the meaning” of a certain backwards look that I perceived someone gave to me, or the awkward hugs given, or if one or all of my stories fell under the TMI category. (Too Much Information) Did I repeat the same story again (the story everyone has already heard) eight times in one night? How bad was my breath?

This apology from my friend, made me reflect a little bit, on myself. Mostly, I was happy that my lovely friend was brave enough to bring it up, and was comfortable and vulnerable enough with us, to do so. I hope that my friend felt better and reassured after she talked to us. I hope that she also felt a little silly. I hope that the next time she says something a little spicy, she either immediately apologizes (?) (For what? Should anyone apologize for being human and fun and interesting?) or better yet, I hope that she lets herself off the hook. Right away. If I am offended by something someone says, it is my job to address it. And if my temperament, humor, energy, beliefs, and interests are not a good match for someone else, that’s not a travesty. It just means that we are not a good match for being friends. No big deal. If anything, if we spend too much time worrying about how we are coming across to others, we become chameleons with empty relationships, because our truest selves are hiding behind a myriad of masks. There is nothing lonelier than being lonely and unseen in a relationship, because you can’t be your true self. Finally, the big ouch is, nobody really cares about what you did or said or wore or ate or relayed, etc. Most of us, go home after any social event, and in a extremely self-absorbed fashion, recount our own every word and action, wondering what did EVERYBODY think about us? Here’s the rub – they didn’t (at least not more than very fleetingly). This is because the others have been thinking about themselves, this whole time, just like you.

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Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

ICF

“Help is the sunny side of control.” – Anne Lamott

I think that I will be having to learn the “help/control” lesson for the rest of my life. I try to absorb the lesson. I really do. And it’s not that I believe that I am the “Great and Powerful All-Knowing Oz”, although I am positive that’s how I come across to the deeply loved others in my life, many times. (Thank you for still loving me. I’ve heard, “Don’t worry, honey, we know your heart,” from more than a few of you, for more than a few times.) For me, it’s more that so many of my own life lessons have come by the hard way, with a lot of experiences, and books read, and fervent prayers, and deep meditation, and intensive therapy, that I want to believe I can transfer all of that hard-earned knowledge and skills to my loved ones, in the form of quite a few simple, but bossy edicts, so that all of those who I care about can experience “free and easy”, sooner than I ever did. And even closer to the truth, I want to feel safe from the pain of seeing my loved ones get hurt, from experiences that I feel could have been easily avoided and “fixed”, if they would just let me in, to take over the wheel.

It’s really hard to stay in our own lanes and watch others who we care about struggling in their own lanes with problems, that from our point of view, look relatively simple to fix. It’s really easy to focus on other people’s problems in order to not have to put the microscope on our own selves. Other people’s problems aren’t nearly as hidden and painful and shameful and daunting and emotionally charged, to us, as our own problems. Still, if another adult is struggling in their own lane, and we offer to help them, and they refuse, we must honor that. We must wish them well, and be on our way, driving down the lane of our own life’s path. At the same token, we must keep good boundaries, protecting our own lane, so that we don’t allow other people’s problems and issues and insecurities, to spill on to our own paths, causing obstacles and hazards and trauma, which are not our responsibility to deal with.

It was a hard, hard pill to swallow, when I finally faced the lesson that a lot of my “helping” wasn’t completely out of the pure goodness of my heart. A lot of my “helping” of others, came from out of my own fears. And when I am fearful, that’s when my Inner Control Freak comes roaring out, like a ten foot tall Cher in a Native American headdress. My ICF thinks that if she can just “fix” everyone and everything, and put everyone and everything back in line, with the logic and the reason that, “DUH!” makes so. much. sense. (or, at least makes total sense to my own bold ICF), than nothing could possibly go wrong, and we could all sleep easier, and more peacefully for the rest of our lives. Right. (insert eyeroll)

I have a lot to deal with in my own lane. I have an Inner Control Freak who looks like a Cher impersonator, sitting in the front seat with me. She’s hard to keep down. But I do notice that when I keep my eyes ahead to my own future, and I only stop for the other drivers, who legitimately need and want some help, the path of my life is easier. I do sleep more peacefully. And my traveling companions, seem to enjoy my company a lot better, too, when I don’t try to contort myself into their GPS systems. When I remember that we all have the same Guide, who knows The Way better than any of us, that’s when I can let go, and let the wind blow in my hair, as we all move along towards the glorious horizon.

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Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Be Patient With Us

This is graduation time in America. Our nephew just graduated from high school. This year, out of our group of eight best friends from college, three of our children have graduated from high school, one has graduated from college, and one has joined the Coast Guard. Our daughter has been attending graduation parties more often than she practices tennis, these last few weeks.

No one told us how hard these transition times would tug at our hearts, when we started having these children, did they? Or perhaps the older people did tell us these things, but most likely, we weren’t really listening. We were busy being busy. And when the children were little, it often felt like those “raising the children” days would go on and on, forever. (in a good sense and in a bad sense)

I was watching a video of the author Kelly Corrigan, giving a recent commencement speech. Kelly Corrigan is an amazing writer and an engaging, sincere speaker. She gave excellent, funny, yet heartfelt advice to the graduates, but the part of her speech that got me beyond misty-eyed, and reaching for the tissues, was this part:

“Speaking of deep connection and great rewards, before I go, I want say something about the people who raised you. I have identified a fundamental difference between parent and child that I think helps explain all the crying and staring and weirdly-long hugs.

So… you were little and then, at some point you came into consciousness and looked over and there we were: the tall people cutting apples the way you liked them. You have never known a world where we were not.

But for us, we were just regular people and then you came and changed the whole thing. We could win the $19 million-dollar California Super Lotto tonight and you would still be the biggest thing that ever happened to us. We love you more than you have yet loved anything.

So yeah, maybe we want to stare at that face a little longer, hang on to that body that we once carried, take one more family photo. Be patient with us. This is hard.”

I have told my children often that they will have no idea how much I love them, until they have children themselves. Yet, it has also been of the highest, most deliberately practiced importance to me, that my children never feel like my love is a cage. It is my own greatest privilege, to feel and experience, the love that I have for them. As a mother, I have made an earnest effort to embody Khalil Kibran’s poignant reminder to us parents: “Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.”

I see too many parents living through their kids these days, and that’s sad. We are all meant to add a unique, authentic footprint on this world, which we have all co-created. When we are focused on living through someone else, we have stifled their footprint with a heavy load, and we have robbed the world of our own developed, distinctive mark. When we take “ownership and possession” of our kids, and try to make them conform to the “image” we wish to portray, we all lose.

That being said, it’s not easy to let go. We keep our most precious material things in safes, with encrypted passcodes, hidden away under lock and key. We do this because we dread losing these things, right? At the same time, any of us parents, would empty our safes, our bank and investment accounts, our jewelry boxes, etc., if it meant keeping our children, alive and well and happy and thriving. That’s the big Catch-22 of parenting, right? In order to healthfully fulfill our parental duties, we must let go of what is the absolute most precious to us. It is our job to send our babies out into the world, in order for them to fulfill their lives’ purposes, lessons and adventures to the fullest. We spend eighteen years making sure that our children are safe and protected, and yet at the same time stimulated to go after their own dreams. We best give our children permission to go create their own lives, when we show them that we are living our own personal purposes, lessons, adventures and dreams. Most importantly, we let our children know that we will love them until the end of time, but with an unconditional, freeing, cageless love, an unfathomably bottomless love, which also comes through us (just as they did) from our Creator.

I love this quote, which I saw the other day on Twitter, directed to the writer’s mother: “You’ll always be a shareholder in all of my successes in life.” (Wisdom Amplifier) That’s the right word, isn’t it? Shareholder. We all have shareholders in our own lives, who have helped spear us on, to our own successes. Parents, siblings, lovers, family members, friends, teachers, ministers, counselors, mentors, employers, even detractors, are all shareholders, in whom we have become. Shareholders are invested. If we take this idea to the macro-level, we are all shareholders of this life on Earth. Are we invested? It’s easy to be invested in our own children, our own best friend’s children, but are we invested in the children of the world? Are we invested in co-creating a world that is safe and secure and nourishing and empowering for all of us? As my children have grown and started leaving the nest, considering these things at this higher level, has been helpful to me, as I work on letting my own children go. I’ve been reminded to become reinvested in my own life’s experience (as an example to them), and to make sure that I am also invested in doing my own little part, to make this world a better place for all of us. Still, it isn’t easy. As Kelly Corrigan says at the end of her address, “Be patient with us. This is hard.” It is perhaps one of the hardest tasks which we will ever do, as parents – letting our little birdies fly from the nest, with the secure feeling of being confident and blessed to do so, freely and uninhibited, with excited anticipation for all that lies ahead.

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Monday Fun-Day

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“I’ve already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be.” – Joan Didion

“Happiness is when what you think, what you say and what you do, are in harmony.” – Mahatma Gandhi

“Don’t compare yourself to people who pretend to have it all together.” – Turtlebreezee

“Self care should be a daily practice, not an emergency procedure.” – love yourself (Twitter)

I find Mondays to be good “listening days.” I just put my head down, keep it simple and reflect on how I would like for my week to go. Mondays, tend to be good “find myself and center myself” days. When I go full bore, and I try to get all of my weekly chores done on a Monday, that always ends up being a lesson in frustration and futility. Mondays can be “fun days”, if we keep our expectations in check and our equilibriums finely tuned. May today be an excellent Monday!

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Soul Sunday

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Good morning, soul mates. My regular readers know that Sundays are devoted to poetry at Adulting – Second Half. On Sundays, I either write a poem or I share a poem written by another poet. Have you ever heard the phrase, “Shakespeare’s a poet, and doesn’t know it”? To me, this phrase means that when you speak or write from the heart, in your own unique voice, you are creating poetry, often without even realizing it. You are a poet. Let the words flow on to the page, and read them to yourself. I think that you will be amazed. Please feel free and comfortable, to share the poems that you write, here in my Comments section. It is generous and brave to share what is written and transcribed from your heart. Here’s my poem for today:

Bromeliad

I purchased you for a few dollars, a little pink plant, in a little pink pot.

“Support Breast Cancer Awareness” the courageous sign read, and I thought,

“Yes, that feels right.”

I thought that they chose you, for your lovely color, to match their ribbon of pink.

But now I realize, like so many other times, I was wrong with what I think.

This is what I now know, from the deepest depths of my soul:

You were chosen for your health, vitality, fertility, resilience, strength and hope.

I can’t keep you down, my little pink plant, in a little pink pot.

You refuse to look away from the sun, you decline to rot.

Instead, you multiply.

You reach new heights.

You continue to grow, no matter where you are planted.

You are beautiful.

You are ALIVE.

You are health, vitality, fertility, resilience, strength and hope.

Thank you for being such a vital member of my garden’s colorful shower.

Your lessons are as lovely as your grand, bursting, bold, pink flower.

Pioneers

A few nights ago, my husband and I got to talking and reminiscing about our honeymoon in St. Martin, which is a Caribbean island. I told him that I remember feeling a lot of anxiety about my job, during our trip. I was 23-years-old, and my job was selling college textbooks for Prentice Hall Publishing Company. By age 25, I had quit that job and I was a full-time mother to our eldest son. So over twenty-five years ago, while I was on one of the most wonderful, landmark vacations of my lifetime, I can still acutely remember the stress and the worry, which I allowed to happen within me, about a job that turned out to be such a small, somewhat insignificant blip in my life. Of course, I still experienced an amazing honeymoon, and I still get a Christmas card every single year from my previous manager at that job. But in reflection, I allowed my stomach-churning nervousness and uneasiness which I’ve been prone to, most of my life, to affect that trip, and many, many others, despite proving to myself again and again, that the worry never, ever helps anything.

We all know the platitudes about worry: “Worry doesn’t empty tomorrow of its sorrow; it empties today of its strength.” – Corrie Ten Boom “Our anxiety does not come from thinking about the future, but from wanting to control it.”- Kahlil Gibran “Worrying is using your imagination to create something that you don’t want.” – Esther Hicks

I read that in order to help yourself to stop worrying, you should memorize sayings like the ones above, or memorize comforting Bible verses to help soothe your concerns. These actions help, but what helps me even more is to reflect on the thousands of times which I have worried about events in my life, that always ended up turning out just fine, and sometimes even more than fine. I think that is one of the most beautiful aspects of aging. The older you get, you pile up a whole, giant cache of experiences to reflect on, and to learn from. The lessons get repeated again and again and again, in only slightly different forms and scenarios, until you finally decide to learn the lesson for good.

“Every time you are tempted to react in the same old way, ask if you want to be a prisoner of the past or a pioneer of the future.” – Deepak Chopra

Let’s be pioneers of the future, friends. I think that this is a human life’s purpose, in a nutshell. And no worries, we’ve got all of the Love in the Universe to support us, all along the way.

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.

Beautiful Corny Cake Friday

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Hello friends!! Welcome to the best day of the week!! I LOVE Fridays. Fridays just feel lighter, and more anticipatory, and more fun than any other day of the week. On Favorite Things Fridays, I try to keep it on the surface. On Fridays, I list three of my favorite things, songs, websites, movies, etc. and I would love it if you shared some of your favorites in my Comments section, in order to spread the fun and love. Here are my favorites for today:

National Day Calendar – “June 11, 2021 – NATIONAL MAKING LIFE BEAUTIFUL DAY – NATIONAL CORN ON THE COB DAY – NATIONAL GERMAN CHOCOLATE CAKE DAY” Did you know that it was National Corn on the Cob Day? Now you do. I did some exploration this week, to find out about who are the powers that be, who dare deem anything as a “National Day”. It turns out that it is a website and anyone can ask to register a national day for just about anything. This is a must-see website: nationaldaycalendar.com. I look at the National Day Calendar as a wonderful resource to remind yourself why living a life is so interesting, and full, and multi-faceted. You can also subscribe to the website’s daily blog, so I knew that it was National German Chocolate Cake Day, when I started scrolling my emails at 7 a.m. this morning. Yes, I am “in the know.”

Vitaminwater Zero Gutsy – If you have been my blog buddy for a while, you know that I love Vitaminwater. Vitaminwater tricks me into staying hydrated. It’s like Koolaid for adults. I particularly like the “zero” varieties, because I prefer to save my calorie count for pizza and German chocolate cake. This gutsy flavor is divine. They call it “watermelon peach” but it is a subtle blend of these two flavors, which is good because I honestly don’t particularly enjoy either flavor, but the fusion of the fruity flavors in “gutsy”, makes all of the difference. Even better, the beverage contains “prebiotic fiber”, hence the moniker “gutsy”. So, if you are a curious cat like me, you may be wondering what the difference between probiotic (I take gazillions of these a day) versus “prebiotic” is, and I will tell you. Probiotic is the good bacteria for your gut, and prebiotics are the food that feeds the probiotics. (at least this is what the marketers tell us.)

Soundtrack to Better Call Saul – My current TV addiction is Better Call Saul. What makes particular TV series more enthralling and enticing than others? It think it relates to the “overall package.” Besides great writing, intriguing characters, a fascinating plot line, and excellent filming techniques, the cherry on top of all great TV and amazing movies, is the soundtrack. One of my favorite soundtracks of all time, is from the Colin Hanks’ movie, Orange County. I know that a soundtrack is good, when my mind wavers from an intense, intriguing plotline to say, “Oh, this song is so good. I must remember this song. I might even pause the show right now at this very moment, while this horrendous murder is taking place or when the lover is finally professing his love to the beleaguered heroine, just to write down this song for future reference.” Better Call Saul is filled with forgotten songs that make you remember how much you love them, and it also features interesting new takes on old, beloved songs. The entire soundtrack is 8 hours and 30 minutes on Spotify. I just gave you your background music for Monday’s work hours. You are so welcome!

Have a delightful weekend!!! See you tomorrow!

Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.