Category Archives: Inspiration

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?

Holding Resonance

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“Resonance over reach.”

Mallon Writers inspire again! For nine months we have Zoomed two Fridays a month to chat, write, and connect, and I always come away nourished. Joan attributed her writing prompt tonight to storyteller Jay Acunzo whose website states, “My premise is that we should all prioritize resonance over reach to grow our businesses, audiences, and causes.” It’s about synchronous vibration: The transmission of energy through particles in an elastic medium.

In my mind, resonance generated well facilitates reach.

The Law of Diffusion of Innovation describes how ideas gain momentum and spread through a population or social system. About 2.5% of the population innovates in any given domain. In that domain, another 10-15% of people are early adopters–those with whom the innovation resonates. From there, about 35% comprise the early majority, another 35% the late majority, and finally about 16% the laggards. The early majority vibrate in harmony with the innovators–their respective particle waves are resonant and consonant–music to one another’s ears.
Once an idea or message vibration is established and strong, it then amplifies outward, creating new harmonies–between early adopters and members of the early majority and so on. Synergy and amplitude of resonance with each degree of distal reach is less intense, but enough to maintain momentum of movement–of adoption.

As I consider my message of openness, curiosity, humility, and connection across difference, this reminder buoys me. I first learned about this ‘law’ from Simon Sinek’s TED talk, How Great Leaders Inspire Action. I was an early adopter of life coaching. I am definitely an early adopter of bridging political divisions through dialogue and personal connection. My job here is to help establish the stable frequency, the harmonic base, like the initial rhythm of a new music composition (think Ben Folds inventing a new song). Creating a memorable and meaningful orchestral masterpiece starts with grounding in a steady beat and key, then adding each instrument section for its own unique contribution for melodious and harmonious depth and texture of sound. This kind of resonance affects not just our ears and cognition, but our very souls, our humanity.

Attuning to resonance is how I sense, discern, and navigate my way through any interaction of political polarization. I seek that rhythm, that vibration in the person/people I’m with, listening for the frequency that I can track to connect. Connection across difference is not for everybody, at least not on the surface. Shouting my message to the masses through a bullhorn wastes energy and likely drives more people away than it attracts. But this quiet yet bold, cadenced pulse that emits from my depths can reverberate with the same, maybe small tone in someone despite and through the noise–the magnet that draws us closer rather than repels. [Funny how it’s electrical polar opposites that attract? It’s a paradox I addressed last year!]

My vibration resonates for connection on the wavelength of possibility.

It occurs to me that I can only sustain this resonance if my rhythm is true to myself–my own innate heartbeat of connection–that which is natural, organic, effortless, and cannot be faked. Because that is the only way I will find those who truly resonate, the only way I will really reach anyone, near and far. So at the same time I effuse, emit, and amplify, I must also insulate. I must resist those who say my message is futile, that the cause is lost, or that I must alter my message to fit some norm or mold. Nope. My fellow connectors and I find one another by sensing our shared deep, steady beat.

I Hold Resonance for Us, my friends. Let us vibe to the rhythms that connect us, the ones that help us trascend the toxic rage of identity politics and oversimplified, overgeneralized, us-them mentality. Let us hold our hearts open for shared humanity to resonate and amplify.