Remembering the one

I was in second grade when JFK was assassinated. I remember the teacher calling us in from recess to tell us the news. I remember seeing my father cry.

I remember pulling into a parking spot in front of my SF apartment as Dianne Feinstein came on the radio to announce that Mayor Moscone and Supervisor Harvey Milk had been assassinated at City Hall. It was barely ten days after the mass suicide at Jonestown in Guyana took over 900 lives of People’s Temple members, many of them from the Bay Area.

I remember the shock of Sept 11.

During each of these traumatic events I struggled to make sense of a world that seemed to have turned upside down before my eyes.

Worst of all was the day I learned that my baby had died in my womb at the very end of a perfectly normal pregnancy. That was the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced and I don’t know how I would have made it through if I hadn’t been consciously on the spiritual path for some time before it happened.

I was a member of Unity then and I had a strong connection with my church family, as well as a deep commitment to studying the teachings.

One of the prayers I had learned went like this: There is only one presence and one power active in all the Universe and in my life – God, the Good Omnipotent.

I knew it and prayed it and believed it. But when my baby died I was forced to put it to the test. Was I going to throw out my belief because I was so angry with God? Or was I going to lean in and grab on to it as my anchor in a sea of anguish?

You can probably guess “which way I broke,” as they say. And maybe you can also guess why I’m thinking about that prayer today.

Yes, I have been profoundly disturbed by the events in our nation’s capital today. My mind reels and I’m struggling to make sense of it all. But I know from experience that I have a choice. I always do.

So I choose to believe in and to focus on that one presence and power. I choose to remember that it is active in all the universe and in my life, in all lives. I choose to know that it is God.

We’re being put to the test. What do you choose to believe and to focus on right now? 🙏

The blessing is mine

It’s Yogananda’s birthday, but I’m the one receiving the gift of his many blessings!

Thank you, Master, for all the ways you have transformed (and continue transforming) my life.

Remembering Great Britain

Stonehenge
Glastonbury
Tintern Abbey

This evening I happened upon a Rick Steves video about the west of England, which brought back vivid memories of my one trip to the British Isles in the late 90’s.

I had a lot of Irish-Irish (as opposed to Irish-American) connections at the time and already had a deep love for the “auld country.” And as a longtime fan of both Georgette Heyer and PG Wodehouse I felt a strong affinity for England as well. Wales, however, was a revelation; I felt absolutely and completely at home there (we didn’t make it to Scotland, unfortunately).

Anyways, watching the Rick Steves video reminded me especially of being at Stonehenge (where our group had a special appointment which allowed us to actually spend time amongst the stones afterhours; we even held a brief ceremony there); Glastonbury (where we visited the Chalice Well and hiked up to the Tor); and Tintern Abbey (on the bank of the Welsh side of the River Wye).

Tintern Abbey in particular had such a powerful effect on me that I felt quite disoriented the whole time we were there. It was one of the most intensely beautiful places I had ever been, but more than that was the extremely odd sense of not feeling entirely certain of when I was (a strange way of putting it, but that’s how it felt).

I do hope I get a chance to visit the UK again some day.

A doodle (re)discovery!

I called a business today and was put on hold. Nothing new there.

But then I did something I haven’t done in ages…while waiting I started to doodle. And that was actually quite amazing; I don’t know what prompted me to do it, but it felt like an important (re)discovery.

I used to doodle a lot when I was young; both in-the-margin type doodles and drawings that involved lots of repetitive detail work. But somewhere along the way I seem to have stopped. I wonder why…

After I had finished the phone call I continued doodling for a while, just because. It felt rather odd, like I was “rusty” at it, but it also felt…good. That made me curious to know more about it.

Turns out doodling is a trendy thing nowadays (unlike when I was a kid and you just did it!), mainly because science has proven its benefits. I found a ton of interesting articles about it (see links at the bottom of the page).

But here’s what I found truly hilarious: there were also lots of articles and videos and products on “How to Doodle” — I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that like taking lessons in how to be spontaneous?

Oh well, the important thing is that I think it would be a good idea to start doodling regularly again. Fun!

The Power of the Doodle: Improve Your Focus and Memory (Wall Street Journal)

The Cognitive Benefits of Doodling (The Atlantic)

5 Big Benefits Of Being A Doodler (HuffPost)

The Benefits of Doodling (Vox)

The Power and Purpose of Doodling (The Art of Education University)

Day 1

As the first day of 2021 draws to a close, I just can’t keep from wondering how this year is going to unfold.

I also find myself remembering the saying, “Once burned, twice shy.” It’s a new and very strange feeling to realize that I’m a little nervous of a new year.

Ring out the old, ring in the new!

I was looking for a Jacquie Lawson e-card to use for a Happy New Year greeting and found myself very drawn to this one (click here to view the card). The text was so perfect for the ending of this crazy year that I was curious to know more about it.

Well, the two verses used in the e-card are from “Ring Out, Wild Bells!,” a famous poem which itself is part of the much longer work titled “In Memoriam A.H.H.,” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Published in 1850, it’s amazing to me how pertinent the words are for this moment in time.

Tennyson’s poem has been set to music many times over the years and I listened to a number of versions, wondering if there might be one that particularly resonated with me. And that’s how I found Alana Levandoski and the song with which I gratefully bid farewell to 2020 and joyfully embrace 2021.

Ring Out, Wild Bells!
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

Wisdom from the Grinch

I’ve been thinking some more about my “stink, stank, stunk” Christmas ornament and reflecting on just how pertinent the message of “The Grinch” feels this year.

The Grinch’s big “aha” moment came when he was confronted with the truth that removing all the packages, boxes, and bags from Whoville couldn’t stop Christmas from coming — “It came! Somehow or other, it came just the same!”

Christmas was way bigger and truer than he knew.

This year large numbers of us had to spend Christmas separated from family and loved ones, completely alone even. For some of us it might have felt like Christmas wasn’t coming. But just as the Grinch learned that Christmas doesn’t come from a store, maybe Christmas 2020 was teaching us that it doesn’t come from people, either.

Don’t get me wrong, I understand that celebrating with family is one of the most precious aspects of the holiday. But the source of the joy isn’t external; it starts inside us — with the Christmas spirit itself — and then radiates out from us to others: close family and friends, neighbors, the larger community, and eventually — with commitment, with practice, and with our sincere loving intention — to the whole world.

Welcome Christmas. Bring your cheer,
Cheer to all Whos, far and near.
Christmas Day is in our grasp
So long as we have hands to grasp.
Christmas Day will always be
Just as long as we have we.
Welcome Christmas while we stand
Heart to heart and hand in hand.

Stink, stank, stunk

The instant I saw it I knew I simply had to have this Christmas ornament! Then I felt a moment of doubt, wondering whether it was too “negative.”

But what you have to understand is just how much I love “How the Grinch Stole Christmas” (the original animated version, that is); I mean, I absolutely LOVE it!

So, yes, this ornament distills the year 2020 down to three extremely succinct words, but those three oh-so-descriptive words are also imbued — for me, at least — with a super-abundance of joy!

Bottom line? This slightly off-the-wall ornament makes me chuckle, which helps me keep this annus horribilis in perspective.

Tchaikovsky to the rescue

I had been thinking about the Nutcracker for about a week without actually doing anything about it. But then I was feeling so out of sorts the other day — just really having a hard time getting myself going — and I realized that an infusion of Tchaikovsky’s glorious music was what I needed to shift my energy.

Of course, I then stayed up way too late binge-watching Nutcracker videos, so it kind of backfired on me. But I think it was ultimately worth it to stumble on this wonderful video of the Waltz of the Flowers. The dancing is astral but I also want to applaud the costume designer(s): I don’t know that I’ve ever seen dresses that enhance the movements of the dance as well as these do. They’re absolutely magical!