Ever feel stuck in a rut? I dare say most of us have. Are those ruts well-worn paths to the same outcomes you wish to change in your life? Maybe the thoughts below can help.

The first day of a new calendar year is a time when many of us turn to some aspects of our lives we’d like to eliminate or enhance.  Walking the dog this morning, I began my own reflection on the year ahead…until negotiating the condition of the road disrupted my effort.    

The combination of a recent spell of warm weather and copious rainfall has impacted the town’s dirt roads in a dreaded preview of March’s aversive mud-season.  Add two more wallops: the return of freezing weather and the steady pounding of heavy construction equipment as the state resets a major power line.  The result for pedestrians is having to navigate compacted, crisscrossing, ankle bending, dirt and gravel filled ruts.

Having negotiated my way through the ruts without incident, while returning home an insight emerged from the episode.  If, when setting a goal for change, we identify the one rut of routine that inevitably conspires to stop us, we can focus on the most likely action(s) to pave our way through.   

As described in my last post, what we focus on may be our most valuable resource for making changes that we desire. Aligning our attention with our intentions empowers us to make and sustain the changes we seek. Recalibrating our new year’s resolutions into manageable steps that we can sustain may help us make gradual but continual progress. 

What rut, if paved, would help you make the most progress you seek? Beginning this week, what one step will do the most to move you toward your desired change? Will you take it?

If I were to ask you, what is your most valuable resource, what would you answer? – health?… financial assets?… special relationships?… time?  I recently heard a perspective that shifted how I am learning to respond to that question.

Each weekday I receive a link to a 3-5 minute morning message presented by Eric Collet. Eric and his team at A Mind For All Seasons conduct research on brain health, memory loss, and dementia. As an elder, the topic holds particular interest for me.  However, Eric and his team apply research to practical, everyday dynamics that can benefit not only professional caregivers but those of us managing our own cognitive health and that of our loved ones and friends. 

A recent morning post is a case in point. Eric’s answer to the question “what is our most valuable resource?” is our attention, what we focus on. Because distractions often divert us from the progress we seek, finding ways to align our attention with our intentions opens the door to opportunity. 

Whether our time frame is today, this week, this year, or this lifetime, many of us find it helpful to set goals, identify action steps, and complete tasks that advance our progress step by step until our goals are fulfilled.  Others of us focus on the outcomes we seek and then cultivate those practices that energetically attract the fulfilment of our goals.

In either case Eric emphasizes the importance of focus.  He references Steve Jobs: “Focus is not saying “Yes” to things and being clear on what you may be saying “Yes” to.  It’s actually being clear on saying “No” to the thousand other things we could be doing.” 

Eric’s posts are free, and you can hear his three minute message on attention at this installment of The Caregiver Minute

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No! This post is not about managing financial resources.  It’s about cultivating the qualities that inspire you on your life’s path. 

We live on a hillside, so any travel coming or going requires ascending slopes. The shortest is a half-mile. The longest is more than twice that.  In addition to length, the slopes vary in gradient, a fact that immediately becomes apparent when walking them! 

During the recent heat wave, I set out for an early morning walk. Hot and tired as I labored up one half-mile stretch near the end, a voice asked me, why are you doing this? Fortunately, my mind found enough oxygen to deliver an answer. 

As I have written in posts over the years, we only control two things in life – our attitude and our effort. Rather than dwell on my fatigue and the distance remaining to reach the crest of the hill, a rationale came to mind that bolstered my attitude: your effort is an investment in your future; you are tending your physical health, and you are following your vocation to explore meaning in life’s terrain and share its lessons with others.

The effort in this example involves setting an intention to cultivate physical health, breaking its attainment into manageable pieces, and following through by walking those steps. The attitude includes reminding myself that if I take one step at a time with the expectation that that there are lessons to learn, I can do this.  

As you consider your own path, what goals do you currently have that are worthy of your effort? What intentions might you adopt today? Then ask yourself, what manageable steps can I take each day to move up the hills in my life to achieve those desired outcomes?    

One day you realize that this is the year you enter your ninth decade. It is a blessing to be so fortunate. It also brings its burdens…if we let it.

Since our 50th reunion twelve years ago, a group of high school classmates and spouses has been meeting virtually each month and in person annually. It is not surprising that dynamics of aging command our attention, especially since we adopted a theme from Ram Dasswalking each other home.

In addition to companionship, we share books, articles and videos. I just began one of them, The Gift of Years: Growing Older Gracefully by Joan Chittister. The main theme is that whatever our age, life is about becoming more than we are as we enter it and being all that we can be throughout.

In brief but pithy reflections the book focuses on forty themes at the conclusion of which the author offers both the burdens and the blessings of the theme.

Take Regret for example. The twinges of regret are a step-over point in life. They invite us to revisit the ideals, motives and choices we made in the past that have brought us to where we are now.

The burden of regret is that, unless we come to understand the value of the choices we made in the past, we may fail to see the gifts they have brought us.

The blessing of regret is clear – it brings us, if we are willing to face it head on, to the point of being present to this new time of life in an entirely new way.  It urges us on to continue becoming.

Here is a question, reader, whatever your age. What are your current “step-over” points in life, and what are their burdens and blessings?

How often do you ask yourself, “am I enough?” Am I able to meet the moment?  Can I adequately nourish the relationships I value most? Are my resources sufficient?  

When you ask these and related questions, how often do your answers take you down the bunny trail of scarcity?  I’m not enough of: – good / attractive / smart / capable / worthy / wealthy… you name it. 

In her book, The Soul of Money, Lynne Twist challenges our scarcity answers. Drawing on decades of fund raising for the Hunger Project and a variety of global efforts to alleviate poverty, advance the rights of women and indigenous people and mitigate climate change, she makes a compelling case for cultivating sufficiency as an antidote to scarcity.  

By sufficiency, I don’t mean a quantity of anything. Sufficiency isn’t two steps up from poverty or one step short of abundance. It…isn’t an amount at all.  It is an experience, a context we generate, a declaration…

Sufficiency resides inside of each of us, and we can call it forward. It is a consciousness…an intentional choosing of the way we think about our circumstances…

Sufficiency is an act of generating, distinguishing, making known to ourselves the power and presence of our existing resources and our inner resources…

When we let go of the chase for more, and consciously examine and experience the resources we already have, we discover our resources are deeper than we knew or imagined.  In the nourishment of our attention, our assets expand and grow. https://soulofmoney.org/ (Pages 74-77)

Rather than blaming ourselves for what we think we lack, paying greater attention to the inner landscape of our soul may lead us to discover our sufficiency that we had not seen or honored. What do you think?

Since attending a couple of retreats he led over twenty years ago, I have been a fan of Parker Palmer. He recently published a post from one of his books that summons us to shine our inner light on the shade of each day. 

A lot of us find ourselves on the dark side of the moon these days. We are laid low by nonstop “breaking news” that ranges from bad to worse, then even worse… 

When will we ever learn? Do we have time to learn? Those are questions for which I have no self-assured answer. But here are three things I know with a certainty:

(1) Turning our backs on all of this deepens the depression that will hasten our demise.

(2) Talking with people we trust about this darkness allows us to grieve together in ways that will, in the long run, keep us engaged with life.

(3) How we live our lives still matters. If each of us lived with even deeper reverence and respect for the natural and human worlds—and joined hands with others as we do—we would increase the flow of humility, healing, and new life.

Memo to Self: As you muddle thru your own version of this darkness, remember that there is an inner Light that you and you alone control. Every day look for some way to show up in your personal, vocational, and/or public life with whatever Light you have.  We are at the end of an era of destructive delusions. Let us be midwives of the best possible new reality by holding this time of transition in the Light… 

When we feel certain that the human soul is no longer at work in the world, it’s time to make sure that ours is visible to someone somewhere. 

Listening to the radio this past week, I heard the spokesman conclude his interview with his guest, “thank you for your time.” My first reaction was that his words were a news person’s formulaic closure. And then a much deeper interpretation took over.  What else do we have to offer each other than our time? And, building on that thought, what are the signature qualities of the time we offer?

I vividly recall an episode in New York City in my teen years. The setting may have been Times Square or Grand Central Station.  I don’t remember.  What I do recall is seeing a huge digital time display calibrated to tenths of a second which greatly amplified and dramatized the speed of life’s passing. Decades later to the yawns of our progeny’s generation, I join my senior cohort with the frequent lament, where did the time go?     

That said, the invitation remains for each of us to shape our time ahead, whatever our age or circumstances. We need not be deterred, thinking that our gifts are only worthy if they are world-changing. For most of us the gifts of our time and attention may help a few others change their worlds. Acts of kindness, holding space, listening, offering open-ended questions and affirming are blessings of daily discourse we can offer those in our circles of care. 

In his book from 1946, Yes to Life in Spite of Everything, Viktor Frankl reminds us that each of us can show up in the moment with an attitude that makes a difference.

What we “radiate” into the world, the “waves” that emanate from our being, that is what will remain of us when our being itself has long passed away. (p. 45)


    • I have not posted since May, questioning if any words could hold a truth sufficiently poignant to penetrate our cultural and political battle lines, even for a moment’s insight.  In addition, what words of solace would be sufficient for so much sacrifice and loss attending the arrival of the virus?
       
      Gratefully, with the new year turning, a muse for the morning appeared, pushing my fear aside, at least for the moment.  In a compilation of selections from her many works, [1] Toni Morrison’s reflections on writing itself remind me why I continue to try.
       
      All water has a perfect memory
      and is forever trying to get back
      to where it was.  Writers are like that:
      remembering where we were,
      what valley we ran through,
      what the banks were like,
      the light that was there and the route back
      to our original place

      And then, she captures the aspiration of those of us intrigued by words and the quest of combining them in ways that reveal new awareness.
       
      There, in the process of writing,
      was the illusion, the deception of control,
      of nestling up ever closer to meaning

      Perhaps the most moving reminder to each of us during this season of continuing loss is a pro-active response within our power to undertake.
       
      It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody
      long before they leave you

      Separated by distances, masks and quarantines, whom do we miss?  What gestures of outreach and connection might it take to “miss them” long before we leave each other?


      [1] The Measure of Our Lives: A Gathering of Wisdom (Alfred K. Knopf, 2019), pp. 29, 26 and 28.

 

Over the weekend trees blown by the wind fell on electrical lines cutting off power to many members of our community. Thanks to the efforts of those tasked with disentangling heavy limbs from live wires and repairing broken connections, power was restored within a matter of hours.

For the most part those of us living in remote areas are accustomed to such interruptions and have attuned our attitudes and responses accordingly. At the same time, I confess that powerful winds tap the fears in my lizard brain.

Perhaps planted during childhood in Kansas and Oklahoma when tornado warnings would send our family to huddle in our shelter rooms, those fears grew with age during years of monitoring hurricanes coming up the east coast when we lived there. Today, strong gusts continue to bring me the greatest unease.

Yesterday, I discovered that a large birch tree on our land had succumbed to the wind’s force. Fortunately, it fell downhill from the lines into our house. As I assessed the situation it occurred to me that the very forces I feared had brought a gift. Laid out before me was the balance of firewood we would need to feed our stoves in the coming winter. In addition, the timing could not be more propitious, occurring before the full arrival of the seasonal black fly nuisance. As the picture shows, I began bucking it up.

Perhaps this episode can serve as reminder to you as well. What is a gift within the fears you face today? How can it help transform your prospects for the coming days?  Is it helpful to know that you are not alone?