Thursday, December 26, 2013

New Paradigm Explained Further...

A Paradigm is a pattern, usually of behavior. A Paradigm serves as model and is perpetuated through systems. It defines a system or community with a flow and direction.

An example of a Paradigm, and my innocent innate need to live beyond a pre-existing Paradigm, occurred when I was four years old. We lived in a terrific cul-de-sac neighborhood in New Jersey. There were many children the ages of me, my brother, and my sister. We created a lot of games that were reflections of the mindset of the  mid 1960s. One of these games was called Monster. In this game the girls would stroll along in oblivion only to be startled by an attack of the boys as Monsters. The girls would screech and run, succumbing finally to the aggressiveness of the boy Monsters.  Each run of this game lasted maybe four minutes. The game was a Paradigm. Patterns and beliefs were used as a model of the gender roles of us neighborhood children. This game bored me and did not make any sense.

One day I decided I would suggest some magnificent changes. This was my presenting a Paradigm Shift to my friends.

I interrupted the boys who were, as always, planning the start of the Monster run. In doing so I already began shifting the Paradigm by causing a change in the usual pattern of what we did.

Then I made my suggestion out loud to the entire group. I simply said that I had an idea that would make the game more fun, more fair, and last longer. No one seemed interested, but I continued. So, I would be the Doctor. Here we see that I introduced a new character into the story. The Paradigm would have to shift if there was a doctor involved. The Old Paradigm had "girls" and "monsters". The New Paradigm would have "girls", "monsters", and "a doctor". I also suggested a nurse, who in my mind was going to be a girl. So now I was shifting the Paradigm to take two "girls" out of the screeching and running group and give them separate titles. On a larger scale, I was challenging the gender Paradigm of that time by suggesting that I, a girl, would be a doctor. WOAH!!! And then suggest that a girl be MY nurse. Gender roles AND assumed gender identity! Everyone had been programmed from the adult world that handsome male doctors had sexy female nurses and that somehow there was a flirtatious thing going on there.

So, I was standing in front of the Power of the Boy Monsters and the submissiveness of the Girl Victims, declaring that I knew how to make our game Paradigm much better. My idea was that when the Monsters came out of nowhere to attack the girls, the injured girls could come see me, the Doctor, along with my beautiful female nurse, and we would fix them up. We would make them so strong and efficient that they would return to the streets. In their healed and strengthened selves they could conquer the Monsters, or at least send them back from whence they came.

Bravo, Aileen!! Brilliant!! Superb!!! Common Sense! Accolades!!

Actually, as we all know, I was told that that was the stupidest idea ever. If I wanted to play with them I had to play their way. They were not going to change the game.
 Of course I would not play their game. Once I had realized what was going on, I no longer could participate. The moment I recognized a new way to play the game, I had already left their Paradigm. My idea of changes and my commitment to those changes created a New Paradigm. I presented them with the ideas, the opportunity and first shift into a New Paradigm, but they refused. I was then in a New Paradigm. If other children had joined me or after the game finished come to tell me that my idea was better and perhaps we could play that way, then we would have started a Counter Culture. If I truly want the New Paradigm to stay...if I really believed in the new game, then I would never choose to go back and play the old game in the Old Paradigm. The group of us who only now played in the new way would have began a New Paradigm with a counter culture.
There are many beliefs and systems that shift. They shift because someone speaks up, or something happens.

In my last blog I used the Vietnam War and the experimentation of drugs from the 60s and 70s as the example of a major shift in the Old Paradigm into this New Paradigm, even if it took 50 years to begin to truly see an established new counterculture to gender roles and gender identity for example.

I seemed to have entered this world with a keen sense of doing, or wanting to do things differently. My parents individually tell the story that happened two days or so after I was born. I was born in a hospital in Washington D.C. At that time babies were generally kept in another room while the mother was recuperating. (from being knocked out and awakened to her new baby!) My parents were walking down the hallway to the big window of the nursery. There was a noisy crowd and photographers. People were pointing and talking about one baby in particular. My parents assumed it was the baby of a senator that was born in the same time frame as I was in that hospital.

When they arrived at the nursery window they heard people asking, "Who's baby is that?!". They looked and saw what the commotion was about. Among the swaddled babies lying on their backs with eyes closed, there was one baby who had unwrapped herself, some how flipped over, and was up on her elbows looking out at the people looking in. I doubted my parents rendition of this story until my father, who never would fancy himself a braggart when it came to his children, asserted that this, in fact, was true.

In my first week of life I began to shift two paradigms: new born babies born in a U.S. hospital lay on their backs swaddled, and babies of a higher social class get more attention. My parents expected everyone was talking about the U.S. Senator's baby because, for social class reasons, this baby must be worth talking about. I, on the other hand, a scraggly 6 pound 6 ouncer from nondescript parents who rented an apartment, was not worth talking about.

We have an OLD PARADIGM that is about things like, the Old Boy's Network, women getting paid less
for the same exact job as a man, women unhire-able after they raised children, a whole lotta isms, indigenous marginalization, and status symbols. Competition, greed, scarcity, and criminal fraudulent behaviors such as those by Enron, http://www.investopedia.com/terms/e/enron.asp, have been a primary foundational pattern of the Old Paradigm.

Relate all of this back to my original story of boy Monsters versus girl Victims. Why did all the neighborhood children want to continue with this game? It satisfied something within them. It aided in their sense of knowing what to do...do what the tribe around you does, even if it may hurt you or cause you to live a life that is a lie.

What if someone is like me and can't live a life that is unauthentic? Regardless of the social norms and rules? What if happiness and the pursuit of happiness means that they have to leave the Paradigm that exists and create their own New Paradigm? And what if others follow and create a subculture in this New Paradigm? What if the New Paradigm was created because humanity needs to survive? People need to individually survive and therefore collectively we must ignore and leave the Old Paradigm patterns in order to find truth and happiness in a New Paradigm.


We do not want that Old Paradigm. None of us really do. It was an Old Paradigm of "keeping up with the Joneses", "Don't hang out your dirty laundry", and so many other approval based lies and omissions of who we are. People are dying because of the Patterns we established in the Old Paradigm. People are dying from suicides due to war, bullying, and non-acceptance as gay, lesbian, bi-sexual, transgender, and questioning.  People are dying from discrimination, poverty, lack of medical care, ignorance, marginalization, and oppression. All because of an old set of patterns that we perpetuated. WE have the power to speak up. We can assert how we want to play the games, and if "they" won't listen, we walk away and do our own thing. WE begin the NEW PARADIGM. In fact, we already have.

May today be a First Day to Begin to know who we really are. May today be a First Day to Begin the courage to step into who we really are and change the outdated patterns that hurt us and others. May we all make this a First Day to Begin our commitment to this NEW PARADIGM so that we all may be happy, valued, thrive, and live a life of LOVE.







Monday, December 23, 2013

The New Paradigm= Great Time to Be Alive

What exactly is this New Paradigm that people are chattering about? (including me!)

Number 1. This guy in the following video kind of looks like me, when I had long hair.
Number 2. My daughters would absolutely tell me that he looks, acts, and sounds like me.
Number 3. I will deny it. (because I don't know anything about astrology)

But what really is the New Paradigm..besides such a gas?

It is NOT a NEW AGEY KOOK FEST (although that could be lots of fun!).  The New Paradigm is something that I actually started noticing on my own in that I didn't read or discuss it with anyone at any point in time prior to my own personal awareness of it. 

I had my suspicions that things were changing because of my own life shifts. I discovered that my life shifts would occur shortly before many other people's similar awareness would arise. Because of my professional work doing energy body work (it is like life coaching with a kick!), I was gifted to see the inside workings of people's true lives. I could match my moods, my thoughts, and my shifting perceptions with those of others.

We need to develop and disseminate an entirely new paradigm and practice of collaboration that supersedes the traditional silos that have divided governments, philanthropies, and private enterprises for decades and replace it with networks of partnerships working together to create a globally prosperous society. 
- Simon Mainwaring

When I began my practice on Nantucket in 1995, there was one other person, my first mentor Buzz Williams, doing energy body work on island. In 2013 there is probably almost thirty practitioners of healing and energy type work on this small island. 

In 2001 I opened an office in Bedford, MA. It was on the top floor of a nice strip mall. When I began, there was a dentist, a dance studio and lots of secret offices there. Also I saw open doors with one person on a computer carrying the load of an entire business. When I closed that office in 2011, there was a wholistic nutritionist, several therapists and psychologist with one specializing in transgender issues, an acupuncturist, a  Chinese herbalist, a Qigong specialist, a writing teacher, two photographers, and a few more healing arts practitioners.   In ten years the second floor transformed from a computer station to a healing station!

What I believe has occurred and reached the tipping point is the shift of intention and inspired action supporting ideals. 

We attempted to overturn the old paradigm by way of the Vietnam War and drugs. Prior to the Vietnam War, our country bonded during and over war. When the Kent State massacre/incident occurred, so much had already been changing in the country, http://dept.kent.edu/sociology/lewis/lewihen.htm

What is a country to do when its people no longer rally to turn in their pantyhose and extra rubber tires so war can be supported and paid for? The reaction to the Vietnam War was unprecedented. This was not the easily controlled patriotic band of citizens any longer. People started to think, act, and defy the Paradigm of old. 

People also began experimenting with hallucinate drugs, and medical and psychiatric support was given to using some drugs for extensive issues. Timothy Leary was encouraging people to take a massively powerful journey into their psyches through the use of drugs. This attempt to reach transcendental awareness and peace could not last because it was induced by external methods. The drugs would wear off and some people returned to their grounded consciousness while others could not. 
Many hippies who were active in the revolution of the 60s and 70s were disillusioned as the country did not change in the manner in which they had rallied to make happen. A good portion of them joined the work forces of corporate America while others did their best to go along with the gender roles and direction that still remained fairly dominant; their youthful idealism faded for a more comforting lifestyle. Still others maintained their "Damn the man" attitudes or Age of Aquarius Flower Power energy and have held firm in their beliefs on this stances.


 The 60s and 70s rocked the foundation of the old Paradigm. Shirley Chisholm, both female and black, ran for President of the United States. 

Of my two handicaps, being female put many more obstacles in my path than being black.
-Shirley Chisholm
We couldn't hold and ground into this New Paradigm because it was built on resistance, fear, anger, revolt, and drugs. It was the time when people pulled things down, tore things up, smashed old stories, and insisted on something new. It was the tilling of the old stagnant soil.
Around the mid 1980s, when interestingly I became pregnant and left my college career which was focused on industrial psychology, and then again in the mid 1990s, when coincidentally I decided to let go of returning to school to be an osteopathic doctor and instead learned Polarity Therapy as a healing support to my community of Nantucket, there seemed to be an extensive output of self help books that I would put list a New Paradigm genre. These books came in not as rebellious and activist works,  but rather about healing, love, humanity cooperation, and raising vibrations.

Since we moved into the 2000s, Movies such as What the Bleep Do We Know, The Secret, The Shift, I Am, and others soon started to sweep through independent movie theaters. It seems like everyone I know does yoga, tries meditation, listens and watches inspiring videos and audio stations, and Reiki. Many hospitals allow volunteer Reiki healings and my acupuncturist regularly works in a large area hospital. We are raising our vibration with loving intentions. We tilled the soil and did the destructive work in the 60s and 70s. In the 80s and 90s we refreshed the soil, nurtured its vitality and started planting some seeds.

More people are awakening to the sense of their own happiness. Men are spending more time with their children. Women are making decisions not out of acceptance or reactionary revolt, but out of freedom to choose.

We are feeling and seeing positive reinforcements, loving interactions, happier opportunities, and the understanding that unlike the self centered 80s and 90s, we can focus on our inner happiness, joy, and peace and find a satisfying life. When we live this way, in full contentment, then others are offered the opportunity to remember their true selves, their right to find inner joy, and all the abundance that comes with that active choice. 

This is a great time to be alive because the plants that we as a society worked to hard to ground, sow, and nurture, are blossoming. Life is beautiful for so many. As we each choose to center ourselves in our glowing radiant truth, it triggers the awakening in others!

"We are reluctant to live outside tribal rules because we are afraid of getting kicked out of the tribe."
"A tribe that has any control over you rules your biology."
- Caroline Myss

May Today be a First Day to Begin our commitment to the blossoming New Paradigm. May we look beyond the illusions of the the old tribe which continues to function in the old Paradigm way and give all of our energy to the life which is unfolding. May we encourage the New Paradigm of Love, Peace, Joy, and Harmony to spread globally and quickly.  May Today be a First Day to Begin our grateful confidence that all of the hard work of the past has established strong roots for the future. We celebrate knowing that ALL BEINGS will find their way on to the Ark of the New Paradigm when it is the best time for their journey. For all that have come before us, we are honored by their efforts to till the soil. May this be A First Day to Begin to show them what they have done for us by basking, dancing, and proclaiming the New Paradigm of acceptance, abundance, love, and good news. The New Paradigm energy is contagious and May we laugh and clap our hands as the domino effect of this higher vibration continues to take affect.
May Today Be a First Day to Begin our enthusiasm for the New Paradigm. May we encourage its hard won direction of Love, Peace, Joy, and Harmony to be a quick global awakening. May we look past the illusions of the old paradigm and all of the structures that have been built upon it, focusing solely on what is becoming, blossoming, and filling its space. May Today be A First Day to Begin our commitment to what is new, confident that ALL Beings will eventually be on the Ark of the New Paradigm as we experience a more expansive and loving world, inside and out. 
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Sunday, December 15, 2013

The Meaning of Life



There are many religions, spiritual disciplines, theories, and ideas about the meaning of life. Monty Python made an entire movie dedicated to it.
And speaking of a million galaxies...that is the conversation I was having with my two good friends, Kasia and Robert last night. We began a discussion of the Hubble Deep Space discoveries in 2004. What is astounding is that this little area of the entire sky, described as being the size of a grain of sand when held at an arms length away from one's face, is listed as having 10,000 galaxies in it.

These 10,000 galaxies are in this one little area. The entire size of the sky is 12.7 million times more area than the Ultra Deep Field. So that is 10,000 galaxies times WHAT?!

“There is not one big cosmic meaning for all; there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.”
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

  Not only is the "sky" 12.7 million times more area than the Ultra Deep Field of 10,000 galaxies but there is the fairly well recognized notion that the Universe is ever expanding! http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/aso/databank/entries/dp29hu.html
Then what does this mean to our one little teeny life existence relative to the entire ever expanding 10,000 X 12.7 millions, etc, etc, etc, etc infinity of galaxies?!

What is the  meaning of our human life time here on planet Earth?

“Plato says that the unexamined life is not worth living. But what if the examined life turns out to be a clunker as well?”
Kurt Vonnegut, Wampeters, Foma and Granfalloons

Now, I fancy myself a bit of a visionary explorer. For example, I spent some time with a fascinating physicist in Italy, F. David Peat, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F._David_Peat, during which time we discussed many things, including David Bohm's last theory, which was never reviewed in the circle of most prominence. 
Actual profound words in this moment  from F. David Peat: "Oh, my dog just took a crap."
 
 
 I spent two weeks with him in Pari, Italy, talking about the community that he was trying to build, the people who have come to visit him there, where consciousness comes from, the possibility of me building and pouring a sweat lodge based on Native American tradition, and other diverse topics. It was a beautiful experience and one of many over the years since I have been actively asking these "big" questions and searching for the answers. I have been willing to go into the deepest realms of Mystery in order to explore, examine, ask, and receive.

One magical night, my friends Kasia and Claire and I were in one of our favorite deep mystery spots on Nantucket; the artists run gallery called X-Gallery and also known as Orange Street Gallery. Claire had just learned a hypnosis style meditation in which we could follow the journey she was describing and find the meaning of our lives. Investigating mysteries with Kasia and Claire is one of my greatest joys, as well as a necessary grounding friendship connection that keeps me tethered to the here and now. Finding out the meaning of my life? With these two friends? During a magical Nantucket evening? In the artists run art gallery? Easy and enthusiastic answer! YES! LET'S DO IT!

“As soon as you look at the world through an ideology you are finished. No reality fits an ideology. Life is beyond that. … That is why people are always searching for a meaning to life… Meaning is only found when you go beyond meaning. Life only makes sense when you perceive it as mystery and it makes no sense to the conceptualizing mind.”
Anthony de Mello

We were in the gallery, lying around on the old wooden floors. Claire began. I could barely slow my images down enough to hear the next suggestion out of her mouth. I was sure, absolutely sure, that in the company of these two women, who I trust beyond reason, that I would find the answer to the meaning of my life. I saw myself walking down the stairs, just as Claire directed. The journey was vivid and all my senses were engaged. She offered that on one flat landing we would find something. I did. I found a refrigerator. There on my first landing was a white, old fashioned refrigerator. She then told us that we had to carry that object that we saw with us down to the next level. I was a bit frustrated with both the dullness factor of this object and the effort it required to lug it down more levels of stairs and landings.

She talked us through different levels of this descending stairway with me, all the while, carrying this humungous refrigerator on my back. 

Finally her gentle Irish voice took us to the ground floor of this visual quest for the meaning of our life. She spoke words that I can only equate as a sort of drum roll leading up to the very last significant suggestion.
There, on that level, we would find the most important and last piece of the puzzle. See this object, relate it to the first object and the journey, and, TADAAAHHHH! The meaning of life answered!

Wait for it.........





Yes, that is correct. THE LAST OBJECT, which signified a substantial bit of MY MEANING OF LIFE WAS A TOILET!

After the complete aggravation wore off, I asked the objects of my journey what they were there to tell me about the meaning of life. The toilet word was excretion, and the refrigerator word was nourishment. I tracked it even further into the most simplest form.

The meaning of life was so basic that I was both relieved and disappointed.

To take in and to release out. That was it. All that hootin' and hollerin'. All the books, the talks, the deep thinking, the Star Trek episodes...all of it, just for show. I didn't need Bohr or Einstein, Ayn Rand or Alice Ambrose. All I needed was the very simple truth of taking in and letting out. That is the meaning of life...the simple perfect movement of what comes in to me and my life and what moves out of me and my life. 

“The Ultimate Answer to Life, The Universe and Everything is...42!”
Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

May Today be a First Day to Begin to keep things simple. To search with zest, friendship, and love, into the mysteries not looking for the answers but rather to taste the experience and release the experience. 

May today be a First Day to Begin to smile while we embrace the 10,000 x 12.7 million more areas of galaxies of which we are a minute and simultaneously a precious, powerful, and significant part of...


Friday, December 13, 2013

Traditions!


Me in the traditional costume of my Alberesh Village in Italy. These are our particular colors, setting us apart from the other Alberesh villages. This costume is about one hundred years old and worn by my family throughout all those years.
Traditions!!!

I grew up with several traditions, some related to holidays and some not. In our family it was tradition for my mother to hand make all of our Halloween costumes every year. It was tradition in the spring to weed and plant petunias and pansies along the stone wall in the front yard. It was tradition at Easter time to pluck all the orange pollen laden inner stems of the lilies at our Catholic Church. It was also tradition for all of our birthday cakes to be made from scratch in the flavor and design that we wanted. One year my mother presented me with a store made decorated cake. I started crying immediately because I thought that she didn't love me anymore.

Traditions are events that are repeated, sometimes for generations. These can be family traditions, village traditions, cultural traditions, and national traditions. 

Some traditions may not make sense to people who are not a part of the conditioning and comfort of them.
And some traditions change and transform. Case in point - Honey Balls.

For many years I would make a Christmas holiday platter that featured Honey Balls or Struffoli. Feel free to Google images for Struffoli as there will be many examples. (This is just my way to justify the following story about a tradition that needed to stop.)



The week before Christmas I would visit all my friends on Nantucket with a full platter of traditional Italian treats, as well as keep full platters in my house for those who stopped by before I got to them. The center of the platter was loaded with Struffoli. Surrounding the main attraction were sweet bowknots, fig cookies, and a few other gems.

I happily made Struffoli every year for many years as the most perfect gift. During my first winter waitressing at The Pines restaurant in Nantucket, I excitedly told everyone about these incredible traditional treats. I would bring them a platter of honey balls (Struffoli) as soon as I made them. The count down began to when I would stand over a hot vat of oil all day frying honey balls. Finally the day came, and I gleefully walked into the restaurant kitchen with a platter of beautiful honey balls for everyone. People all took one and popped them into their mouths. There was no comment...from anyone. Then a waitress' daughter came in the kitchen and enthusiastically asked for a honey ball. As she started to chew, the prep chef spoke up, "You have only just begun to chew." I was shocked and hurt! 

"What?!" I gasped, "You don't like the honey balls?" Well, that opened it up and the next five minutes were filled with comments like, "Those are the most disgusting things I have ever tasted." and "I think shoe leather would rank higher...by alot..."

MY TRADITION! It was being stomped on and I had no way of ever preparing for this!

As the night wore on, it just got worse. I would pick up a meal for a patron only to discover a skewer of honey balls on the side of the plate. I looked at the chef incredulously, and he smirked, "Twice fried honey balls." And sure enough, upon further painful looking, the honey balls had gone through the frying process one more time, at my humorous expense.

The final straw came when I was going back into the kitchen as a waitress was coming out, the food tray lifted high above her shoulder. I noticed that she was swinging her head quite a bit. Something dangling from her ears caught my eye. OH MY GAWD! She was wearing earrings made from MY honey balls!! The honey glistened off her neck and little bits of confetti candy stuck there, taunting me at their displacement. I could hold on to my levelheadedness no longer. "YOU ARE ALL MEAN" I shouted, withering away.

Back at home I explained to my husband what had happened, ending with this longing statement. "Can you believe that they didn't like honey balls?!" A longing statement that hung in the air for a very long time. The obvious next move was painfully apparent.

"don't like honey balls." He finally said it.

"What?" I questioned, beginning to quiver, thinking of the many years of many platters that I had given to many friends. "Honey balls are gross?!"

"Yes, they are really gross."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?!" I demanded. " I have been giving them to people for years! I thought they were delicious! My family loves them!!" I was starting to feel indignant reflecting on the insane jonesing that
my family of origin and my children have for our annual Struffoli. We have been known to eat an entire freshly made platter of them in five minutes or less!

From that day forward, the tradition of giving Struffoli to friends and neighbors ended. (You all can thank Jay T. for that) My daughters and my family of origin still make them and eat them passionately.

Traditions can start out of something that was something unusual. My desperate sanity check one cold lonely night started off a twenty five year favorite tradition. 

Living on Nantucket in the late 80s during the winter was a pretty grueling experience for a mainland grown young mom, especially during the holidays. One chilly night I was alone with the girls, and having severe cabin/island fever. I bundled us all up, put them each in their car seats, and drove off from Surfside in a jolly attempt to see holiday lights. I drove...and I drove...and I kept driving. Where were all the houses loaded with bright colored lights? I drove out to deserted Cisco, and deserted Madaket, finally desperately crying and making my way out the great distance to Sconset. I think I saw five houses with holiday lights on that freezing cold, pitch black Nantucket night. When I returned home with the girls, my sanity was no better however I vowed that next year I would find more houses with more lights on this 14 miles long X 3-5 miles wide island.

A tradition blossomed which continues to this day. Whether we are on the mainland or Nantucket, or both, near the Christmas date, we pick our night, get our hot drinks (soy peppermint hot chocolate for me, hot chocolate for Meg, and usually a coffee mix for Alli), blast the Christmas tunes and drive around to look at lights. There are so many to look at, even on Nantucket! We have our favorites in both places and save them for the very last. 

Over the years my stepson jumped in on the mainland version of the tradition, then my housemate Brian and his nephew and my foster son, Adam. More recently my dear Chrissy and her daughter Hannah got the big mainland tour. Sadly, during this year's tour, the best ever house, which was in Bedford, no longer was lit up. I saved it for second to last, as is tradition, but when I drove up with Chrissy and Hannah, there were no lights! No blow up globes! No life size moving Santa in the window! No nutcrackers, no Disney characters. Nothing. That part of the tradition had changed without consideration of me. I texted the girls as I sat outside the house in disbelief. I never imagined the tradition would stop. But it did. Traditions, without our consent, sometimes just end.

Luckily I recovered hope, thinking about how I would be on Nantucket just a week later. Over the years the girls had discovered, and then taken me to an island house that was flashy and fun it its own way. Happily I report that all is well in the expanding Nantucket winter light drive.
May Today be a First Day to Begin to reflect on our traditions. Where did they come from? Do they still nourish us, our family, and the world? Might we need to let go of a tradition? Shift the recipients of a tradition? Grieve the loss of a tradition? Allow a tradition to transform and flow? Start a new tradition?

May today be a First Day to Begin to celebrate all of the things that we have done as they were passed down to us through ancestry, community, and a larger world. May it also be a First Day to Begin to discern that which we want to maintain, throw away, and/or reform, as it is our right and obligation to do so in our journey of expanding and awakening life!


My family village traditional festival night...pull up a chair, a platter of Struffoli, and relax. You have only yet begun to watch and listen....and chew....


Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Talking Nice to Ourselves


How much time do we spend talking nice to and about ourselves?
What would you look like getting all fired up about how great you are? What about getting fired up about how great your life is? What if you got up and looked at yourself in the mirror and just let it rip?

HA! I think we ALL should get in our underwear, some of us can get up on our sinks and others of us probably should not, look at ourselves, and just go wild crazy positive on ourselves!

The other morning I was letting my dogs outside and I flicked my tongue against a set of back molars. Ugh, I realized that I had forgotten to floss the night before. This is important to me because: A. I LOVE to floss,  B. I always get huge positive chatter from my dental hygienist as such a good flosser, C. I totally need to floss that section.

In the past I may have gotten all down on myself and, over even a little thing like forgetting to floss one night, I could have spent an hour insulting myself. That one little "let down" about myself could have spiraled into the reason that I would never accomplish my goals to my perfect satisfaction...if I can't even remember to floss one tiny section of my teeth...what good am I?

“If you celebrate your differentness, the world will, too. It believes exactly what you tell it—through the words you use to describe yourself, the actions you take to care for yourself, and the choices you make to express yourself. Tell the world you are one-of-a-kind creation who came here to experience wonder and spread joy. Expect to be accommodated.”
Victoria Moran, Lit From Within: Tending Your Soul For Lifelong Beauty 

I wonder how each of us would feel if throughout our days we only spoke nicely to ourselves. I actually began doing that many years ago when I discovered what I said to myself when my expectations of another person did not match the reality of who or what they did. When I would be "let down" by someone else, I would say to myself, "I am soooo stupid. I should have known." I caught myself telling myself over and over again, "I am so stupid."

“The most influential and frequent voice you hear is your inner-voice. It can work in your favor or against you, depending on what you listen to and act upon.”
Maddy Malhotra, How to Build Self-Esteem and Be Confident: Overcome Fears, Break Habits, Be Successful and Happy

"Eekgads", I thought to myself one day, "That is not very nice!" I prided myself in being a kind, positive support out in the world. I would NEVER EVER have told someone that they were stupid, especially in the continuous way that I badgered myself with this judgement. If I commit to being a kind talker, well then I must be a kind talker, even if it is to me!

The only person who can pull me down is myself, and I'm not going to let myself pull me down anymore.”
C. JoyBell C.

Soon I replaced my reaction to disappointed expectations with something entirely different. When I felt that anger feeling start to rush up my body, and then the accompanying sadness, I would begin to comfort myself. "It is okay, Aileen", I would lovingly say to myself. "It is wonderful that you stretched to trust." That was a starting point of good self talk. Soon, whenever I would do something myself that was in conflict with my own expectations of my behaviors, I would lovingly comment to myself, "Look at how cute you are. Of course you would do that because that is what you do. And some day you may not do it that way. This is good now and that will be good then, when it is time to do it differently. See, Aileen? All is well."

"it may help to remember this great line of Geneen Roth's: that awareness is learning to keep yourself company. And then learn to be more compassionate company, as if you were somebody you are fond of and wish to encourage. I doubt that you would read a close friend's early efforts and, in his or her presence, roll your eyes and snicker. I doubt that you would pantomime sticking your finger down your throat. I think you might say something along the lines of, 'Good for you. We can work out some of the problems later, but for now, full steam ahead!”
Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life 




There are many different ways to learn and execute a more loving and kind talking pattern to yourself. You can make that list of all your wonderful talents and say it back to yourself. You can spontaneously look in the mirror at yourself and shout out all the things you like and love, including things about yourself. You can have an intention, like the greatest Private Eye ever, and catch yourself talking negative and mean to yourself. After you catch yourself, just change it up. Lovingly nurture yourself and tell yourself that everything is fine, that all is well. Oddly, somewhere along the way, we became our worst critic. The bullies are gone, the family of origin barrage is gone, the ex-girlfriend/boyfriends are gone...it is just us, criticizing us.

When we give our power back over to ourselves, then we can make some real changes happen in how we talk to ourselves. When we realize that we make our own sunshine, and that not even WE can break ourselves....well, then it is a First Day To Begin Talking Nice to Ourselves. Being so hard on ourselves does not produce better results next time. Talking negatively to ourselves does not increase our success. 

Only positive and loving self talk can open up our days to the flow of reality that we want and need in our lives.

May Today be a First Day To Begin Talking Nice to Ourselves so that we may know the most powerful and long lasting love of all....Self Love.


Sunday, December 8, 2013

How Do I Change My Story?

What if we don't like our story? What if we are living a life that is uncomfortable, unhappy, or dishonest to ourselves or others? Can we just change? What are we changing? Changing circumstances? Ourselves? The world outside of us?

What does it even mean to say that we are living a "life" that is not us, or right for us, or the wrong life?

The first order of business is to use the wonderful strategy of a brilliant woman, Byron Katie. Check in first to see if you have a belief that there is either something wrong with you, or wrong with your life. Take these beliefs through The Work; http://www.thework.com/index.php

Often times it truly is our limited perspective. Our belief that there is something wrong with our life can cause us discomfort and pain. If we believe that there is something wrong with ourselves then that certainly can make us so upset that we try to escape our emotional reaction. If this is our situation then it doesn't matter what circumstances we change. If we have seed beliefs that there is something wrong with us or something wrong with our lives, then no matter what we do to make changes, we will always come back to feeling that way. We must change the beliefs about the wrongness of things first. Then we will be able to make changes without an underlying undermining of our changes.


"The other night I had a crazy dream
'Bout a man in a fishing hat selling magazines
All the way from Kingston he'd worked his way down
I bought him a drink on the night they kicked him out of town
He said, "You know I don't like the way I am."
"No, I don't like the way I am."
And I saw an old fisherman out swayin' on a dock
Swigging a jug of something and a string of fish that he had caught
His wife had left him just a week before
She packed up her bags and waltzed on out the door
She said, "You know I don't like the way I am."
"No, I don't like the way I am."
And then she cried
And you and me walked down the shores of our youth
Chasing the sunrise, challenging the truth
It's all so distant now I've seen too many lies
Turning my vision into crumbling demise
Makes me wanna say
You know I don't like the way I am
No, I don't like the way I am
But I'm gonna change the way I am
I'm gonna change the way I am"

“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.”
Leo Tolstoy
So, now you have decided that, after all the changing of yourself, and the awareness of self, that you do, in fact, wish to change your story.  There are many reasons to change your story and changing your story is important. The story of who you think you are, and especially who you think you can become, can be easily tampered with.  Someone might believe that he cannot ever truly succeed because he doesn't have a college degree. This person can go out into the world (or go online!) and find a college degree program that will match his needs.

There are tangible ways to change our life story. However, sometimes it is very difficult to change our life story because of a past trauma that is REALLY velcro-ed onto and into our psyche.

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder can come from war, being abused, living with a mentally ill parent, and other experiences. It might seem impossible to change those stories, and the life that we are in that manifested from the energy of those stories. It is not impossible. We can become unattached to the memories of the past and release ourselves, like completely cleaning off the hard drive of a computer. This can be seem odd and feel uncomfortable as our reference points will go away from us. We often note who we are based on reference points. Reference points allow our very important ego to do its very important job of keeping us on the planet. If we release even one reference point to our ego's identity, it can be extremely painful and confusing.

Most of us have experienced the breakup of a significant relationship, or the loss of a job, or home. These events can truly cause disorientation of our story. This is can be a good thing because sticking to a story about ourselves and our life, no matter what, can cause us stagnation, loss of potential, and depression.

“Some changes look negative on the surface but you will soon realize that space is being created in your life for something new to emerge.”
Eckhart Tolle

How do we change our story? Well, sometimes our story is changed for us such as the death of someone we love. The impact of these kind of changes can be wonderful if we allow the story change to unfold.  We also can change our own story by choosing a different one.

Back in 1994 I decided to take a year long certification program in Polarity Therapy. To do this program I had to get off of Nantucket Island, where I was living at the time, and drive to Concord, New Hampshire. There were no cell phones back then, I had only been doing minimal driving on a small island for ten years prior, and I had two children who I was worried about leaving. My story was that I was incredibly scared to drive on the mainland for each weekend training.

I was telling my very good friend, Sandy, about the program and the off island requirements. Her face lit up. "I LOVE driving alone off island! You are so lucky!" she exclaimed with envy.

I thought she was nuts. I listened more and more to her descriptions of how great it is to be alone driving off island. I felt panic, fear, and dread in my body. She felt exhilaration, self alignment, and pure joy thinking about the opportunity. Wow, was I ever in the catbird's seat as she saw it. As I saw it, I was a bird in a seat alright, but it was surrounded by menacing cats!!

“The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.”
Albert Einstein

I decided that I would rather make the drives with Sandy's thinking than my own. If I was Sandy, I concluded, then I would look forward to these drives as being the best opportunities in life! That sentiment sure would make the week before the trip and the trip itself alot more emotionally tolerable! With that clear bit of logic, I made the commitment to act as if I was Sandy, pretending that I was thrilled and eagerly driving on the evil-lurking-every-five miles highway route.

The first trip I got into my car and said out loud, "Here I am. I am Sandy and I LOOOOOOVE driving for hours alone." I then proceeded to quote all her reasons for loving it. Along the way there were moments where my old story kicked in and I would think, "My God, if my car turned over and fell down that ditch, no one would ever find me. " or "If I get a flat right now this is a perfect
place for a creepy guy to stop and then force me into the woods!". As soon as I caught myself with my old programming, I would pull in good old Sandy programming and start singing some made up song about how I love to drive alone, laaadeedaaadeeedahhhhh....

 I am not sure which weekend it happened, but soon I was actually singing all on my own. I was happy driving alone off island! I looked forward to my driving adventure to New Hampshire! It no longer was me pretending to be Sandy, Aileen now had a new story. Aileen liked driving on the mainland alone for a few hours. In fact, there were times when I was downright digging it!

“No matter who you are, no matter what you did, no matter where you've come from, you can always change, become a better version of yourself.”
Madonna

I have to thank a wonderful woman, Pat Toalson. In the late 80s Pat and I were talking about some pretty serious stuff in my life. She gave me permission and encouragement to just live my life. She told me that I didn't have to spend all my time digging through my past to find things out about why I did things. She told me that I didn't have to dredge it all up, over and over again, before I could enjoy my life today. She said to me, "Aileen, if something is suppose to come up for you to remember and deal with, it will on its own. You don't have to go looking. In the meantime, if you don't like the way you are doing something, then just do it differently. Just wake up, and make a conscious effort to do it differently today."

May today be a First Day to Begin a new story about who we are, if we are unhappy and uncomfortable. May today be a First Day to Begin to understand that we can have a new story  about who we are and what happens to us. We can make a choice to release attachments, erase our hard drive, and load on some new software, software of our choosing. Everyone of us can "lay new pipes" and change our story, today. 

May we all celebrate and experience peace knowing that today is a First Day to Begin to change our story!

 

Friday, December 6, 2013

Gotta Have Faith...

I wonder what it says about me that the first thing I thought of when I decided to write about faith was this song by George Michael. I shall choose to think it means that I am super cool AND I actually understand the definition of Faith. OR, I just love 80s music. Either way....

The best line of this song is "Before this river, comes an ocean." Now, I can't be sure of what George Michael meant by that line as I often am caught off guard by lyrics, however it absolutely addresses the key points of Faith. 

The word Faith has been taken and held hostage by the religious institutions. The idea, positive nature, and wonderful energy of "Faith" has been corrupted for many people. It also has lead some people into a state of disempowerment, as well as actually offering emotional and psyche sustenance for people in difficult times. 


Faith is the ability to use our thinking to traverse an imagined pathway beyond what it right in front of us. It is knowing that before this river that we are now facing, there is an ocean. The ocean is possibilities, options, abundance, and something bigger.

"Faith is believing when it is beyond the power of reason to believe."

"Faith is not complacent; faith is action. You don’t have faith and wait. When you have faith, you move."
Faith is knowing that change is inevitable. Deep Faith is knowing that it is quite possible that YOU have a part in directing the thoughts and emotions that designate the direction of change. 

Religious Faith simply means that people consume and integrate a direction that is given to them from others and that they focus on that direction, those words, and the outcome assured when their Faith is strong. Religious Faith gives a structure and vision to the ocean that is beyond the river. It is Faith wearing a particular garment. 

“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
May today be a First Day to Begin having Faith in the truth of change. May we sigh relief and smile with exuberance knowing that beyond this little river, as rushing and strong a current as it may have, there is a big vast ocean. May today be a First Day to Begin building a strong relationship to all the oceans that are perpetually available to us. Get up, dance throughout your day, and feel the joy of FAITH as the next moment brings change, flow, and beauty. The ocean beyond this river is there. We just Gotta Have Faith...