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Holding Accountability

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How will we show up to one another this Thursday in the US?

We’ve been here before. I wrote a post during NaBloPoMo 2016 in advance of Thanksgiving, citing resources to help us be more empathetic and open minded. This year feels more fraught compared to then, no? How are we feeling? What do we anticipate? What do we dread? How are we preparing?

Here’s a hard truth: How we show up to any encounter absolutely impacts, if not determines, the outcome of that interaction. Anger, disdain, resentment, derision and the like, even if veiled, seep past our verbal platitudes through posture, facial expression, and energy. So what do we do? Denying our emotions does not help.

I suggest we do these things:

First, let us acknowledge and accept our complex emotions about politics and their current impact on our relationships. Recognize, Allow, Investigate, and Nurture–Tara Brach’s practice bears repeating here. This self-awareness and -regulation practice can help de-escalate the hard feelings and walk us back from the ledge of hijack and lashing out at the off-hand comments of both well- and ill-meaning conversation counterparts. Emotions point us to our values, alert us to threats and connections. Let us remember that this is true for all of us, and we feel differently about things based on myriad factors. Curiosity, if we can manage it, could open important doors of understanding this holiday.

Second, let us maintain the most generous assumptions about the people we gather with this holiday. What ties us together? What do we admire about each other? How do we hold one another up? We can cast our relationship strengths in front and step together onto that raft of mutual respect and shared humanity to carry us over any emotional waves that surge before us. Prevention is the best treatment, right? Can we hold love, connection, appreciation, esteem, empathy, and good humor along with our hard feelings? If we can widen our psychological container for all of our complex emotions, thoughts, confusion, and conflict–intra- as well as interpersonal–then we can more likely keep the tension down… Or at least tolerate it better.

Third, please, let us own our shit. Know our limits and honor them. Some of us just won’t want to engage in any difficult or tense conversations this holiday; this boundary can be honored. We should understand and acknowledge the consequences of non-engagement, however, and know that we choose it. For those of us who choose engagement, let us tread respectfully, soberly, kindly, and calmly. When/if agitation overtakes us, when we devolve toward our less favorite selves, let us stop talking and breathe. Prolonged exhalation, time out, step back. Reset. Then, if needed, muster the sincere apology. When we value our relationships, we strive to not hurt each other with sharp and flippant remarks. When we hurt someone anyway, we say sorry and mean it. “Yeah but s/he/they said….” does not absolve us adults of our responsibility to self-regulate.

We can do this, friends. It’s a hard time for many of us right now, and we can support one another through it, no matter which way we lean or how we voted. If we can own our words and behaviors, especially when impact skews from intention, we can save our relationships from unnecessary rupture. The more fraught our interactions, the more apologies will be necessary. Let us summon the humility and grace to ask for and grant forgiveness.

I Hold Accountability for Us. When we own our shit, no more and no less, and hold one another to equal standards of shit owning, kindly, humbly, and respectfully, then we will really move toward reweaving our frayed social fabric.

Holding Love

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from Instagram, 11/20/2024

I’m tired tonight, friends.

Husband says he sees November as stressful for me every year (for the tenth year in a row now), referring to the 30 days of daily blogging. I don’t want to admit it, but it’s at least partially true. It shows in my eating habits, I didn’t quite have my edge in the gym yesterday, and there are likely other consequences. I’m not losing sleep these last couple years, which is a drastic improvement from before. And I’m still cooking regularly now, which is also better! So it’s not bad news at all; this is good stress. It’s probably a 95% challenge, 5% threat sensation, and 10/10 meaning. It’s already two-thirds over, and I think these posts could be some of my best writing yet. Win-win-win!

One of the biggest challenges the last 20 days (starting 10/31) has been fully articulating an idea that may have only occurred to me within 12 hours of posting. I feel I have met that challenge well, and I’m proud of the output so far as it is honest and offered wholeheartedly.

My first solid idea for tonight’s post came to me while eating dinner and listening to What Is Health? by Peter Sterling. It was so exciting and also quite complex, so I procrastinated. It needs to marinate a bit more. Then the universe sent me the Instagram story in the photo above from my friend James. It reads:

Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It’s not ‘I love you’ for this or that reason, not ‘I love you if you love me.’ It’s love for no reason, love without an object.” –Ram Daas

My immediate response to James: “OMG YAAAASS!!! What if we all tapped into this deep well of Agape just a little more every day!?!? [Home Alone face emoji, smiley surrounded by hearts emoji]
James replied, “Yes, what if?? What’s stopping us?”
We agreed that conversation is best saved for our next in person communion.
I shared the story on my own account with a similar admonishing question, feeling a full body rush of joy, optimism, and possibility.

We tend to think of love as an emotion. We probably experience it as such at least some of the time–a limbic sensation that comes over us and then dissipates–a signal of something to pay attention to, something that matters to us. But I learned recently that love is more of a drive, like hunger or thirst; it manifests consistently, if in waves, impelling us to behave and relate in ways that advance our own survival. Romantic love drives us to partner and procreate. Pair bonding and parental love drives us to tend to our progeny so our genes may live on for another generation. So if we think of it this way and apply it to relationships in nested scale (family unit, village, state, nation, all of humanity), how does that alter our perspective?

To me, it all suddenly feels so simple. We are all here to love one another, to help us all survive and thrive. We are all someone’s child. Many of us are someone’s sibling, someone’s parent. I hope we are all someone’s good friend. We all share this planet, this lifetime. We are all here. Now. Living. Doing our Best. So when I’m tired, I can relax and rest in this one simple idea: Love.

What if we accept Ram Daas’s premise? What if unconditional love really is part of our deep inner being? And what if we fully accepted, acknowledged, and manifested this just a little more every day? How would that feel? What would we do as a result? How would we be?
I feel at peace. I feel confident that we can figure it all out, whatever it is, ODOMOBaaT–one day, one moment, one breath at a time. I smile more. I approach people with ease and friendliness, as if any person I meet could be my next new good friend. I am my favorite self.

So I Hold Love for Us tonight, friends. It took 20 days for it to emerge this month. I wondered when and how it would come up; it was #6 on my pre-NaBlo prep list of 30 things to Hold. How does it feel when you Hold Love? Where and when is it easy and difficult? How and what do you do when it’s really hard?

What if …?

Holding Perspective

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What is your relationship with buses?

The pick up truck in front of me let a city bus into traffic the other day. I was already in a great mood, driving to Ethos, excited to see my friends and move my body. That this big white monster truck did not try to compete with the bigger white striped monster bus somehow gave me hope for humanity.

More and more drivers flout traffic law these days–do you notice? It’s the same way I see passengers ignoring the fastened seat belt sign on planes. We just don’t care about rules anymore? Or each other? I see it as discourteous, self-absorbed, and generally rude. It makes me annoyed and angry, then sad. I try not to let it poison my attitude toward humans in general. The man who stands up during the plane’s ascent to rummage through the overhead bin is the same man who offers to help me get my carry-on down when we land (which I politely decline because I go to Ethos, thank you very much!). What is up with us lately?

This clear, crisp morning heading westbound on Belmont, a pleasant surprise of vehicular civility made me think. How often do I let buses into traffic in front of me? Not as often as I’d like to declare. Why is that? I generally drive peacefully: I leave two to three seconds between myself and the car in front of me. If you signal, I will absolutely slow down and let you into my lane. If you let me in, I will wait until I can see you in my rearview mirror and wave enthusiastically. I make eye contact with pedestrians and gesture to them to cross in front of me. But with buses, I intentionally speed up to get in front before they cut me off. Huh.

Is it tit for tat? Bus drivers can be pretty aggressive, I have to say. And they almost never wave back, even if eye contact is made. I never realized before that morning how adversarial I feel toward them. Whoa. I wonder if they get this from all of us car drivers?

I took the bus all the time as a student. I spent an hour and a half by train, train, and buuuuus to visit Hubs when he started med school a year before me. The trade off at rush hour was that there were more buses to catch, and also more buses and cars on the road in traffic; no time of day was faster. I controlled nothing; it was a practice in patience and relinquishing agency in a lot of ways.

This perspective came rushing over me all at once as I rolled through the intersection behind the pick up truck, behind the bus, so leisurely, listening to my favorite music in my SUV, all warm and cozy, water bottle at my side. If I encountered an accident or needed to stop for something, I could change my route ad lib. I had at least partial control of my time, my path, and my choices. Not so the people on the bus. They were captive unless they got off, and then they’d have to pay more in time, money, and hassle to change buses, routes, or mode of transport.

My perspective broadened suddenly and unexpectedly: I am not just in relationship with the bus driver(s). I’m in relationship with everybody on a given bus–the people who don’t get to pick their seat, if they get to sit at all; the people who had to get up that much earlier, leave their families, to allow for the extra time on public transit; the people who may not get enough sleep or have time to exercise because their commute takes so long.

Bus drivers are road advocates for their passengers–asserting themselves and their charges into the morass of the rude rest of us–getting their people where they need to go. They have a schedule to fulfill, navigating tight turns and oblivious drivers looking at our phones, ignoring stop signs, and running red lights. I wonder how they think of themselves? I will think of them this way from now on, and give them the space and deference to ferry their passengers with one less obstacle in their way. I’ll wave and smile more, too.

I Hold Perspective for Us, friends. It opens our minds to new points of view, to learning, to insight and epiphany–to connection. It lightens the burden of competition and scarcity. It protects us against mutual isolation and social disintegration.
Where could you benefit from some new perspective this week?