Monday, August 22, 2016

Entrain


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I continue to review my past years’ blogs for common threads to weave together into more cohesive pithy ponderings on the lessons I find in everyday living.   The word “entrain” grabbed me as I reread my April 4, 2016 blog titled “Snippets of Wisdom.”

Dictionary definition:
entrain 2 |inˈtrānenˈtrān verb [ with obj. ]
1 (of a current or fluid) incorporate and sweep along in its flow.
• cause or bring about as a consequence: the triumph of a revolution was measured in terms of the social revision it entrained.
2 Biology (of a rhythm or something that varies rhythmically) cause (another) gradually to fall into synchronism with it.

The word entrain has shed more light on why and how my immersing myself in the beauty of the natural world guided me through the toughest time of my life.  Though it was a dark and uncertain time it was also a synchronistic time of deep learning as I struggled to find my voice and practice good self-care.  I was swept along into the Goodness of nature where the comfort of deep knowing graced me and kept me spiritually nourished.  I never wanted to forget those synchronistic years and it is why I recorded my experiences in “God Never Hurries.”

I am grateful to Linda Sechrist for the word “entrain” to explain stem cell biologist Bruce Lipton’s work on Epigenetics--bridging science with spirit.  Reading that our lifestyle, beliefs and perceptions can change our genetic expression and adjust our genes to create either a functional or dysfunctional state of health was fascinating.  But even more interesting was his premise that as more and more of us learn to hold the intention for living a harmonic life of love and peace, others will eventually “entrain” to that stronger signal.  Lipton’s discoveries make Teilhard de Chardin’s invitation to “Trust in the Slow Work of God” an exciting and joyous journey.


What if we could all entrain the best from one another—more often?             

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Tears of Gratitude

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Tears surprised me today as I commented to a friend how grateful I was (excuse the honesty) for the “crap” in my life.  It may not have been the best word choice but some of my greatest difficulties and grief turned into pure gold through acceptance,  reflection and prayer.  It was my troubles that sometimes got me in touch with what Howard Thurman refers to as “the genuine in yourself.” And it did set me free.

My April 21, 2016 post, Goodness Within, attempted to highlight my experiences with this holy paradox.


What if in times of difficulty we turned to acceptance, reflection and prayer and felt the genuine Goodness within—more often?

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Let Things Come to You

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I always look forward to my annual retreat weekend with a wonderful group of women.   This year’s “Women Gathering” was again, very lightly but expertly facilitated by the incomparable team of Cathy Gawlik and Dawn Zak from Way of the Willow, and with assistance from a soft drummer and another’s healing touch.  In reviewing this year’s instructions on what to bring, in addition to the usual journal to write in and a shawl for our “Wise Women” ceremony Saturday night, we were asked to include a stone that represented our female ancestors, and also to take some time to reflect on this year’s theme, “The Name I call Myself.” I felt some hesitancy with that assignment since Marcia is not a name I would have chosen for myself.  I decided not to work too hard on that assignment after opening a Yogi tea pouch and reading the little saying at the end of the string, “Let things come to you.”  It spoke to and comforted me.  I let go of any anxiety for reflecting on the name I call myself. 

I was amazed the majority of women in our circle also were not fond of their given names.  Each woman offered different reasons from her past for why she did not like her name.  Every story was unique and highlighted how truly different we all are.  It helped me understand, on a whole new level, why we must come to find our own personal solutions to life’s difficulties.  The energy from our sharing/listening/caring circle eventually led each of us to answers for our own struggles. For me, the weekend was a journey deep within myself, where Mystery lives both in shadow and light, and how my embrace of both brings healing.

When I put on my wise woman shawl for Saturday night’s ceremony I did feel wiser than before the retreat’s beginning.  When I spoke my name, Marcia, and heard it repeated  back to me by the group, it felt softer and more acceptable.  This transformation came through a frustration I felt in not being able to find words to comfort my inner child.  So I asked my inner child, “Why can’t I find words to comfort you?”  She responded, “Because I am the one who is to comfort you.  They did the best they knew how.”  I now love knowing my inner child is there to help.  Together we came up with our own private nickname, Sophie.

Sunday morning’s closing ceremony brought me more insight as I shared why I chose the stone I brought to represent my female ancestors.  I did acknowledge I knew little of my father’s mother and only a little more of my mother’s mother, and that is where knowledge of my female ancestry ends.  The stone I brought has in its center a wide spiral formed by a large fossilized snail shell.  I see in that dark spiral those who have come before me and to whom I will eventually become a part.  And the story of how the stone came to me was important as well.  One afternoon at the beach, a man called me over to see a fossil he had just found.  When I oohed and awed over the beauty of that dark spiral he said, “You can have it.”  I was surprised and grateful for his gift and have come to know we are the gift to one another.


Memories of this Women Gathering retreat would be incomplete without acknowledging Kim McMillen’s deep insights in her simple book, “When I Loved Myself Enough.”  On each page is one brief affirmation of a gift she received when she learned to love herself enough.  During the weekend I saw how very important it is to love myself enough, both my shadow and light, because that comes before we can truly love the other.


“What if we loved our self enough, more often?”

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Presidential Attributes Re-visited

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I have been looking back over my past three plus years of blogs for common threads. I hope to eventually weave them together to tell a more coherent story of the lessons I find in everyday living.  In my March 2, 2015 blog titled, Presidential Attributes, I listed the human qualities I want our next president to have.  I am still okay with what I identified, and the facts I cite from “The Body Keeps the Score—Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma” by Bessel van der Kolk M.D. 

In that March 2, 2015 post I also cite “The Neighborhood Project—Using Evolution to Improve My City, One Block at a Time” by the Evolutionary Biologist and Anthropologist David Sloan Wilson.  I then listed all of the “What if…” ending questions for those eight posts from October 28 – December 16, 2013.  Seeing those questions one after another made me uneasy until I understood why.  I decided all my “What if…” questions, in all of my posts, should end with “…more often.”  “More often” leaves room for mistakes.  Mistakes and failures lead us to keep on questioning to help us figure out what will improve our cities, country and ourselves one person at a time. 


“What if we learned from our mistakes on how to progress as humans—more often?”