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Gratitude? Why Bother!
Posted by: | CommentsIt’s really easy to be grateful when the day is sunny, there’s money in your pocket and there’s no life drama going on. In fact, when everything is going well it’s also really easy to forget to be grateful! Maybe we learn our best lessons about the usefulness of gratitude when things are perfectly awful. Let me tell you what I mean.
There was a time when my life was pretty harsh and hard. We lived in a very cold climate in an uninsulated farm house that was heated with a wood stove, and kept our canned goods in the refrigerator so they wouldn’t freeze. These were the times when there were withdrawals from the food bank and ‘living high on the hog’ meant you found a pig to ride. Since I had three children and was expecting my fourth, I couldn’t afford the luxury of a bad attitude either! During that dark, cold winter I found gratitude was the best way to alter my own mood and therefore positively affect the whole family. It became my most important job!
I started a gratitude list on the refrigerator to remind myself of what I had to be grateful for especially during this low place in life. [It’s really difficult to think of things to be grateful for when you feel so desperate and low.] Of course I wrote on it: my children, my health, the sunshine, wood for the stove, and friends. I also added music, laughter, family, nature, and a roof over our head. Then I hit ‘pay dirt’! These were the items that really gave feeling and meaning to the term gratitude. For us it could be summed up by mentioning a full refrigerator and a hot shower!
As our home changed over the decades, and our fortunes waxed and waned, there was always a list on the refrigerator to remind me of the amazing number of things we had to be grateful for. There was also a list of music that lifted my spirits, movies that made us laugh, and things that felt really good – like a long soak in the tub or a specific author. Years later when I talked about this to my grown kids, asked them whether they had thought of us as being poor, I was very grateful to hear: “I knew we didn’t have much money, but I never felt poor.”
And that, my friends, is good enough. A good attitude is always available if you want to turn your depressing thoughts into productive thoughts. It is an act of will, a determined shift in the inner dialogue; it is available to everyone. It brings you health and laughter and good feelings even when you don’t have health insurance or gas for the car. It turns a supper of pancakes and popcorn into a party instead of it being the only food in the house.
As Viktor Frankl wrote about so eloquently in “Man’s Search For Meaning”, even in the awfulness of the concentration camps, attitude was the one thing the Nazi’s could not control. This was always controlled in the hearts and minds of each individual. [For the most amazing example of this, see the film “Life is Beautiful”.]
So take heart! Focus on what brings you joy, laughter, delight, and beauty. These are a more certain ‘coin of the realm’ than any money in the bank. When that bank fails, if your heart is full, you can freely move on to the next best thing. This is the finest lesson a child can learn! With gratitude and a good attitude, there is always hope.
A Puzzle
Posted by: | CommentsToday is Palm Sunday in the western Christian world. Last night I saw a movie: Oh My God which asked the question “Who/what is God?” to hundreds of people of various religions and no religion in many countries around the world. It was a fascinating exploration of the teachings, feelings and thoughts of the concept of God in our world. Jerusalem was one of the places where many people were asked this question.
Although there were a few radical examples of ‘my way or the highway’ from each of the three major religions that claim Jerusalem as their Holy City, most of the faithful wanted peace and a sharing of this Holy place. This surprised the film maker, and the audience! Could peace actually break out if it was left to the common person? Could there be common accord and sharing around this sacred site?
During the service today, I started to think about the strangeness of having a Holy place claimed by Jews, Christians and Muslims alike – in fact fought over by these three great religions that are all based on the same commandments! What was God thinking???
Maybe the answer is in that question; maybe this is one of the Great Teachings of all time. If each of these three religions were to actually follow the ten Commandments as they are, there would be love, sharing, tolerance, and peace would indeed break out. Maybe the reason there is one common Holy Place for all three is to have this be a teaching of how we can all get along and share the very things that are sacred to us all!
This amazing journey on Planet Earth includes paths for each and every one of us, all different in content, all the same in desire and ultimate outcome; all sacred. We all want want a full heart, a smile on our faces, a deep sense of doing life well; we want to know we are safe, and supported with love; we want to feel all the power of gratitude and joy in our lives. Is it possible that ultimately the Highest Good is served and we are all uplifted when we are given the hardest lessons and still get through them with our heart intact?
Childhood Revisited
Posted by: | CommentsI had a big birthday this year, my 65th in fact. Deciding to return to my roots in New York State, I contacted an old high school friend to see if she could come to a party in Brooklyn at my daughter’s home. Instead she suggested returning to the small farming town in upstate New York where we had met, to see who was still around. This core idea grew wings, word spread on the grapevine, and more than a dozen of us decided to have a potluck Saturday night.
I didn’t know what to expect since I hadn’t seen any of these childhood friends for almost 50 years! (How time flies…) So I began to dream about it. All of us would be around 65 years old, give or take a few; would I know anybody? Would they seem old? Would anyone even remember me? I had been to other reunions at another ‘city’ school where I attended for my last two years of high school. At the 40th reunion, I noticed that although many of the women were blooming and reinventing themselves, many of the men were ready to retire and were winding their lives down for the final curtain call. Current friends warned me not to be surprised if my childhood buddies might look and act old.
Saturday night arrives and much to my delight this is a wonderful group of old friends that have just reached middle age! They look fabulous and shine with aliveness. The stories start emerging as we are reminded of things, people, events no one has thought of in decades! It is a lively, loud and exuberant group, excited about life, full of good humor, and glad to be with each other again. Apparently I have changed the most (maybe), and this surprises me. How? I was shy, retiring, and quiet back then. I held myself back to try to fit in. Hardly shy anymore! It is I who has come alive!
As we talk, I realize that life itself has rubbed off the shyness. There was no time or energy to maintain that persona in my life as all the various trials of men and children and family and making my way by the seat of my pants came into play over the years. My true self was forced to emerge to survive. All the extraneous pretense was shed like a tight skin and I am so much better for it!
More stories will come out of this wonderful evening. I can feel them forming and emerging in the dark fertile corners of my psyche and I will share them with you as they do. More than anything else I have again felt the strong, vital root of my childhood in my life – in my soul – and I am healed in ways that astonish me. I feel full of the deep strength of my heritage in the rolling hills of my childhood, connected to the people who grew there with me. Thank you, everyone of you, for welcoming me home!