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Something Good.

I think I might have already mentioned this, but when I am feeling bad, I will often ask Eric to “tell me something good.”  When I need something to hang on to, to make me feel better, something to show me that it’s not all bad.  When I am in that dark hole, way down at the bottom, and the mean things with teeth are down there with me–“tell me something good.”

Picture by Cubby

He’s really good at it, because even when all he can think of is “I love you,” it totally works.  I mean, how great is it that the person that you picked and who said “yes” eighteen years ago, and knows you better than anyone, knows all the embarrassing and ugly stuff, continues to love you?  He usually is able to give me a whole list when I ask him, followed by a hug and “what can I do for you, how can I make you feel better?”

But wait–this isn’t a post about how great Eric is, even though that’s true.  This post is about a new Monday feature I’m starting today on this blog: Something Good.  I like the idea of gratitude generating joy, and the opportunity my gratitude has to spread joy when I share the good things.

Here’s today’s list:

  • Monday Morning Yoga. For the past four and a half years, I have been going to a 6:30 a.m. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning yoga class.  The teachers have remained the same, and there are two other people, along with a rotating cast of about 10-15 others, who have also attended for all that time.  It is a constant comfort, while it continues to challenge me to keep changing and evolving.  These classes were the beginnings of my yoga practice, and I am so grateful.
  • My Dogs. I promise I won’t list them every week, but I totally could.  These furry boys are at the center of my life, and live right in the middle of my heart.  And Obi might be physically gone, but he is still with me, with us.
  • Kind Over Matter.  This is on of my favorite websites.  It is a collection of daily goodness that comforts and inspires me.  There was a guest post today, “Be the Rabbit” that was so great, made me think of my dogs and helped me to think of another strategy for taking better care of myself.  “Kind Over Matter is a place that is filled with kindness, inspiration, creativity, truth, gentleness & love.” Amen.
  • Blogtoberfest. This event challenges bloggers to post to their blog every day in October.  It was perfect timing for me, because I had just started this blog, and committing to daily posts gave me the discipline and inspiration to really get this thing off the ground.  I might have already faltered if not for Blogtoberfest, but with it, I feel settled and connected to this practice, and can already see it’s value, shared and internalized.
  • Writing This Blog. Writing publicly and daily is really good writing practice, and as I have mentioned before, people like Malcolm Gladwell (who wrote Outliers: The Story of Success) would argue that it takes some 10,000 hours of dedication to a craft or profession to become an “expert,” so the more practice, the better.

And also, a few times in the past weeks, as I have been writing a post, a line emerges that shifts things for me.  Yesterday, it was this one: “it’s actually my heart that is starving and this is not going to feed it, never going to satisfy that hunger no matter how much I eat.”  Holy Wow.  It feels like there’s this deep wisdom bubbling up, and this practice gives it space, power, a voice.

  • A moment of gratitude from one of my favorite movies, Joe Vs. the Volcano: “Dear God, whose name I do not know – thank you for my life. I forgot how big… thank you. Thank you for my life.”
  • Your turn: tell me something good.

Help Yourself

This morning in yoga, when Niight asked us to set our intention for the class, I remembered something I had read yesterday: “Eventually you realize you can only help those willing to help themselves…And that begins with helping yourself,” (from a post by Jen Gresham on Everyday Bright).  I shortened that to “Help Yourself” and set my intention for class.

But as often happens, my intention for Monday morning’s yoga class is really much bigger than that, and follows me off my mat. I have been struggling with some family situations, two specific people who are in trouble that I really want to help, but they don’t want to be helped, don’t see the problem.  They aren’t just making a mess of things for themselves, they are hurting people close to them, people who love them and want to see them safe and happy. Then, in turn, this second set of people become stressed out and strained and sick.  Ripples of suffering continue out, and out.

It goes back to that empathic intuition and awareness thing again, the center of my power but so often the source of my pain.  I can feel what they are feeling, understand their experience of things, but I can also see how wrongheaded it is, how confused.  I can see their internal motivations and where this is going to lead if they don’t wise up, what they should do instead that has a real chance of providing comfort and positive change.

It’s as if they are headed straight for a cliff, but I can’t figure out how to convince them to take their foot off the gas, maybe even hit the brakes.  I am not in the car with them, so the only thing I can do is watch them go and pray something happens between now and the edge.

Photo by Marinaomi

And yet, even with the intellectual awareness that you can do nothing to stop them, that everyone has to live their own life, make their own choices and endure the consequences, you find yourself at times running after them, screaming “Slow down! Stop! Please turn around!” until you lose your voice and drop to your knees, your breath choked by the trail of dust they’ve left behind.

So it comes back around to this: “Eventually you realize you can only help those willing to help themselves…And that begins with helping yourself.” You can’t force other people to change, to do what’s right, to make better choices and live happier lives.  You have to continue to chose balance and stability for yourself, stop making yourself sick thinking about their situation, their suffering.  Like the 3 C’s of Al-Anon puts it: “Didn’t cause it, can’t cure it, and can’t control it.”  Leave the chaos and the co-dependency behind, let it go.

And yet, it takes a strange sort of courage to give up on, to renounce people you love, those you want to help–“give up” meaning that I accept you can make your own choices and I cannot control what you do.  I cannot keep you safe.  I cannot make you happy.  And if you attempt to draw me in to your circle of suffering, insist that I agree with your confusion, even adopt it as my own–I cannot go there with you.  Courage is necessary because by saying “no,” by letting go, you run the risk of being alone.

Even if you find yourself having to let them go, you can continue to be a good example, someone who is sane, healthy, happy and safe.  And I suspect, even as there are those you have to “give up on,” there will be others who seek out your kindness, who welcome your help, and who return your good will.

I’m giving up, and I am going to help myself, as I continue to wish nothing but love to those who are stuck and who are struggling.  Eventually, we’ll all find a way out.

  • “It’s not going to stop ’til you wise up, so just…give up.”