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The Energies of Togetherness

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“That was a lot of peopleing.” –Heather Pressman

What energy do you get from togetherness? I get positively giddy, among other things. This past week I have peopled ‘to the max’ and I feel euphoric. “Connection” recurs in my mind more than any other word, but what does that actually mean? How does connection feel? Let’s see if I can describe it, shall we? Tell me how this lands:

Solidarity
Our office moved last week. The team continues to amaze me year after year. Every day is a little different, with up to twelve full day patients each with intricately pre-arranged agendas coordinated with multiple other departments throughout the medical campus. SNAFUs occur regularly and the schedulers, medical assistants, dieticians, exercise physiologists all respond with flexibility, agility, and collaboration better than any other work team I have ever encountered. They executed Friday as usual, then pulled together and packed up the whole place with alacrity and aplomb. Movers came for the big stuff, and we all pitched in, some coming in over the weekend. Everybody showed up Monday morning in the new space ready to go. We hit the ground running with a full slate of patients, prepared for snags and speed bumps. All week we co-created scut lists of errors and fixes, crossing off items one by one, unpacking, organizing, learning the new layout, establishing nascent routines.

Not once did I hear anyone snapping, grumbling, or otherwise pulling anyone down.
I witnessed the epitome of teamwork last week and I could not be more proud. Yes, we are here to serve and care for our patients. We understand that to do that well, we must care for ourselves and one another first, each and every one of us, no matter where we sit on the org chart or hierarchy.

This solidarity energy lives in my upper chest and neck. It makes me look up walking the new long hallways, making eye contact and smiling at how we’ve made the new space ours, welcoming patients brightly and joyfully, as if we’ve lived here months already. The swell of pride fills my lungs like a hot air balloon, elevates my mood, and convinces me that this team can handle anything thrown our way. We prove every day how a cohesive and collaborative ethos shines and gets sh*t done.

Mission and Purpose
Last Thursday I attended the Digs With Dignity Welcome Home Gala. My good friend and Ethos coach Kim Hannay co-founded Digs six years ago, and this year they celebrated 250 homes furnished for families emerging from homelessness. Dear friend Donna came as my date, we met other Ethos friends there, and heard all about how Digs fills that liminal space at the intersection of humanitarian uplift and environmental sustainability (upcycling and expertly refurbishing about 1,100 pounds of furniture, art, and homegoods per home, keeping it all out of landfills). Follow Digs on Instagram and see every Friday how they transform housing units into places where families can truly feel they come home.

The energy of togetherness at the gala positively buzzed. Kim leads her team and all of us supporters with crystal clarity and conviction, and strong, strategic vision. Growth progresses steadily and years later, the families they serve still thrive, breaking the cycle of homelessness in the most joyful and fulfilling way. I could not be more proud to call myself a friend of Digs, among so many others who showed up to celebrate and contribute.

I feel this mission and purpose-driven energy like the stretch of my glutes, thighs, and hamstrings, in position to explode forward in a race or up in a deadlift. This is our center of gravity, where our strongest, most powerful movements originate. It’s my favorite body part to train, and where I make the fastest and most satisfying gains. If my parents fall, I know I can lift them without hurting myself. When we pull together in deeply meaningful, shared mission and purpose, we can lift our fellow humans sustainably, and even uplift our systems to new levels of function and service for all.

Visibility, Understanding, Non-judgment, Acceptance, Safety, Security, and Love
The Mate Games, my friends. Enter the universe. Join the community. You can thank me later. Yesterday in St. Charles, Missouri, about 150 people from across the country and across the pond gathered to celebrate this immense and intense literary universe of paranormal and fantasty romance, and the amazing humans who create and bring it to life. Authors Kim Loraine and Meg Anne, voice actors Aaron Shedlock, JF Harding, and Lauren Landa, Tyler and Ashlee from Plunk Productions, and artist Alyssa Dennis gathered with us readers and listeners, organized by Catherine Heffernan and Megan Munoz and their fearless staff, for a day of communion and fun. Voice actors Samantha Brentmoor, Teddy Hamilton, and Christian Fox even participated live via Zoom for a table read of a scene Kim and Meg wrote specifically for the event.

Those familiar with the paranormal and fantasy romance world know and embrace the depth of intentional inclusivity and the absolute commitment to freedom of expression and wholeness of self. When this ethos underlies a gathering of admiration and gratitude, the energy that exudes is pure love and connection. The creators’ answers to audience questions always circled back to authenticity, meaning, mutual support, and showing up for the people you care about–whether as characters or in real life. Panelists teared up multiple times, moved by this world of fantasy fiction that resonates so deeply with real people, in our real, complex lives and relationships. I’m only now about to finish listening to the first of the twenty books, but as soon as I knew about this convention last year, I registered without hesitation because I knew these are my people. Proceeds from the event will support three charities: Save Puffins, TWLOHA, and The Trevor Project.

Once again, like at AJ’s meet and greet, I feel the power of possibility from these gatherings. When we convene in love and the ideals of authenticity, mutual uplift, honest and full expression of our whole selves, and we take that energy home and turn it outward, what amazing good could we accomplish in our respective communities? When we stay connected after the ‘cons’ (short for conventions, I have learned), when we continuously fan that flame of solidarity, shared mission, and commitment to wholeness, how could we transform our world?

This energy feels high to mid-abdominal to me, somewhere between ribs and navel, like a thick, resilient cord, umbilical or otherwise, that threads the common consciousness of humanity. In the end, our needs are all simple and shared–to feel seen, accepted, cared for, and that we belong. What can we do in our daily lives to promote this connection for ourselves and one another?

Connection, Creativity, Synergy, and Rocket Fueled Possibility
I drove home from St. Charles today just in time to host Brian and Krista, my elders in residency training, for a chat and snacks. They are here from Iowa to attend the memorial service for our beloved program director, Holly Humphrey, who died earlier this year of cancer. Tomorrow I will meet Jim before work, as he has also flown in from North Carolina to pay his respects. Looking around at my colleagues in the UChicago Internal Medicine Residency diaspora, another energy of pride wells in me, similar to when I consider my med school classmates. We are all out in the world doing our respective awesome things, helping people. Solidarity, shared mission, shared history, and mutual uplift–it’s all there, like a deep and protected flame of conviction and purpose, when I maintain my connections with beloved colleagues and friends.

So many contexts, so many gatherings, so many tribes, cohorts, and communities where humans show up, connect and do good.

It’s the heart, my friends. The center of all these energies of togetherness lives right there, center mass, where it all comes together, a warm and rhythmic metronome of love. If we’re honest, our hearts beat for one another as much as for ourselves. When we gather in that energy, that shared need to connect in meaning and belonging, we sustain one another through whatever life may bring. Whether we care for patients, upcycle furniture and create homes for families, write fantasy fiction, perform it, process the audio, create the art, read and listen to it, or do anything else that involves or touches other humans, we each and all have the power to make people’s lives better.

In the days to come, notice how you do this yourself. It may be more often and meaningful than you realize. Own it. Amplify it. Live it fully and watch the love you output zoom around like a circuit of lightening, energizing those around you and coming back to recharge you.

There is so much to be hopeful and optimistic about, my friends. We all have it in us to make a difference. Now go shine your light. I bet I see it from here.

Own Your Awesomeness, For All Our Sakes

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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”

My dear darling friends, and you know who you are:

Please receive, accept, internalize and integrate the affirmations, admiration, adulation, and love offered in earnest by others.  Know and trust wholeheartedly in your complete and total worth, just by virtue of your existence, before anything you think, say, or do.  And when we express how wonderful you are for the latter, how you impact and contribute your awesomeness to the world and make all our lives better, take a deep breath, relax a little more into openness, and let it in.  Allow the full truth of your value as a member of humanity to seep in and saturate your being. 

I know it can be uncomfortable—what is that about, anyway?  Social conditioning?  Imposter syndrome?  Whatever the source of this resistance to being loved and lifted, I’m not sure we need to dissect it much.  We can simply practice navigating life and relationships around it, like a shapeshifting, creeping haze that seeks to thwart our full thriving.  Maybe we can even think of it as a game, a clever adversary to be parried with childlike agility and joy, like Peter Pan with Captain Hook.

You have told me you understand in your thinking mind that accepting others’ praise is the ‘right’ thing to do, that dismissing it hurts people’s feelings.  Thus your conflict and ambivalence create a niggling internal distress:  You sense the love, know it’s valid, and want to accept it—to complete that circuit of connection.  But something holds you back from opening fully to the reflection of your own light back onto you, your spirit, your soul.  You may feel guilty for how your denial, earnest and humble as it may be, makes others feel rejected.  Maybe that guilt turns back onto you, as if to say, “See?  You make others feel bad, so of course you’re not worthy of praise.”  How fascinating, this delusional, circular, self-fulfilling prophecy!  How can we break it? 

Alton Brown has described hospitality as what I take to be a reciprocal act of connection.  Receiving another’s offering is not just about making yourself or them feel good.  It’s about strengthening relationships.  Offering and accepting connection weaves and tightens our social fabric, moving the needles of words and actions back and forth, over and under, honoring our bonds in vibrant color and dense texture.  How wonderful.

What if we all owned our awesomeness and power to connect, uplift, and shine, from within ourselves onto, and in reflection of, one another?  What if we all sought first the light in ourselves and others, focused on meeting each other shining that light in front, then refracting in reciprocity out onto the world?  Wow, maybe that’s why we’re afraid—it’s a lot of light, like gazing into the sun.  But that’s what cool shades are for, no?

So, how can we do this?  What practices will make a difference?  My nascent ideas:

  1. Breathe deeply and slowly.
  2. Get still.
  3. Recall self-love and self-compassion—its words, images, tactile and visceral sensations, and the people and environments with whom and in which we have felt them deeply and unassailably.
  4. Connect—to those who matter most and uplift us genuinely, those who can sit with our confessions of discomfort and resistance to praise and patiently, lovingly hold the light for us to step into, one toe at a time.
  5. Lift others: Act bravely and joyfully on impulses to acknowledge, validate, admire, praise, and otherwise amplify their light.  Any small word or act counts, even the awkward and stuttering ones.  People can sense our sincerity and appreciate it.  When you shine your light, then feel it fully accepted and radiated back by another in a smile, taller posture, or simply knowing you made their day better, what happens for you? 
    Soak that up; amplify that.

I know many of you know all this already.  I know many who practice and model the skills of receiving graciously, openly, humbly, and lovingly, leading us all by example.  But we all have moments of self-doubt, or even longer periods of self-disbelief, when we perceive our own light to have dimmed.  Perhaps this is precisely when we need to open ourselves to receive the light we have consistently shone on others reflected back on us.  Hmmm.

Thank you to the people who inspired this post—creators, carers, artists and just straight up wonderful humans I have the pleasure and privilege to connect with and know.  May you all know how much you are loved.  When you need reassurance and validation, may you be still and find it within yourselves, and may you reach out early and often to those of us who stand ready to recharge you.  Plug into that power grid of connection, participate in that alternating current, so we may all carry the spark of love and relationship that saves us. 

We each have a bright and unique light.  There is no ‘too much.’   Shine on, my friends.

Start Where It’s Safe; Make It Safe For Each Other

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When and where is it safe for you to disagree strongly and still maintain healthy relationship?

My friend and I had a brief text exchange recently.
Me: “…I wonder when they will start profiling East Asians on the street. My kids and I all live in target cities. It’s less and less safe to be non-white.”
Friend: “You’re citizens; no need to worry.”
Me: “Citizens have been picked up and detained already. Lots to worry about on many fronts. Please do not dismiss people’s concerns, even if you don’t share them. They are not all unfounded.”

Our friendship has developed over a couple of years, accelerating and deepening this year around and through mutually respectful and unreserved political discourse. This thread occurred spontaneously last week. I felt safe to express my fears as well as my reaction to his response. I know he did not mean to dismiss my feelings; he knew that my response was meant to uphold mutual accountability rather than incite shame. Our relationship is now strong and trusting enough for us to be bluntly, caringly honest. We caught up on the phone today and reaffirmed that respect and trust, that bond of platonic love that transends difference even as we embrace and grapple with it. I cannot wait to sit down over lunch and explore each other’s perspectives again soon.

This summer I gave a series of wellness presentations to a global professional firm. Over five Zoom sessions we explored self-awareness and -regulation, open and honest communication, generational differences, variables of diversity, psychological safety, authenticity, leadership, and culture. I did my best to leave an impression and aspiration of empathy, compassion, and accountability in action and relationship, to be cultivated intentionally, both individually and collectively, in the year to come. In all of my conversations with the series organizers before and since, we continue to seek the attitudes, postures, resources, and practices that help a workforce engage and contribute, dissent and challenge, all in the name of elevated collaboration and excellence.

This weekend I traveled to New York City (hence this delayed post) to meet Andy “AJ” Wilson-Taylor and my fellow fans. I only knew two other attendees walking in, and was welcomed and folded into a truly unique throng of uplift and bonding. This community, led by a loving, humble, curious, generous, and kind soul, reflects and amplifies those qualities and values in spades. The brightest love and joy radiated from every person gathered; oxytocin flowed and saturated my whole being. I wondered aloud to more than a few people about the possibilities of capturing the energy of that assembly–the joy, love, shared humanity and connection–concentrating and focusing it, then aiming it to heal the wounds of the world. Members of this group, led by AJ in his unassuming and self-effacing way, have already healed themselves and one another in presence, encouragement, and steadfast mutual support through darkness and disconnection back to light and flourishing kinship.

I pondered this weekend what political discourse would look and feel like in these groups–collegial coworkers practicing interpersonal effectiveness to leverage diversity and elevate creativity and innovation, and a gathering of women brought together by shared love and admiration of a man whose purpose in their space is to ally with and elevate their personal, sexual, and social well-being.

Then yesterday Braver Angels hosted an extemporaneous gathering of leaders from bridging organizations across the country: “Dignity Over Violence: A Unified Civic Response”. I hope to have a link to the recording to share here soon. Claim hope, my friends. This movement of intentional, resilient, and empowering connection across political polarization grows stronger and tighter every year. Love can still win. Over the two hour program, at least twelve leaders both acknowledged what is and pointed to what could be. They cited words and acts of people across the political spectrum, from every demographic, that defy the loudly skewed rhetoric of extremes. In this, yet another mission-driven gathering, I felt an unwavering commitment to mutual understanding and connection, to humility, curiosity, empathy, generosity, and accountability.

“When you hear something triggering, take a deep breath and ask a [good, open and honest] question. Try to understand why that person believes what they believe.” This is the first step to any exchange of true connection.

All systems of human relationship require us all to practice these skills. We cannot just rely on designated leaders to lead by example (especially since so few today do so). Each of us must take up the cause of connection and get to work; more urgently now than ever in my lifetime. But how daunting, to consider reaching across a great political chasm to connect with an adversary, real or perceived?

So after this weekend immersed in gatherings of hope and possibility, I remember that any skill must be developed and cultivated deliberately, consistently, and iteratively. As I prepared to leave the office at 8pm today, I debated briefly about doing my five minutes on the slackboard. Consistency. Commitment. Every session on the slackline, no matter how brief, is another chance to train my nervous system in sensory awareness, feedback integration, and dynamic balance. Over the course of 2.5 songs on my Spotify liked list, I had the best session to date. So too, political discource can be trained in the workplace, in a social gathering, in a family–anywhere and with anybody–by practicing humility, curiosity, empathy, generosity, kindness, and accountability in any relationship system around any topic. We all do it, but I bet we don’t think of it in these terms.

The slackboard, a Braver Angels Zoom call, an AJ’s Angels meet up, my wellness talks, and my conversations with Friend–these are all spaces where I feel safe to express my authentic self. I can challenge staid and conventional social norms, explore the possible. I practice and develop the skills that make me confident to engage in political discourse calmly and with equanimity. Come to think of it, patient encounters train me for this every day, too.

So I ask again: When and where is it safe for you to disagree strongly and still maintain healthy relationship?

Where do you already do this well? When you disagree without getting triggered, how do you show up and conduct yourself? How can you translate this mindset and behavior pattern to the more fraught and emotionally higher risk scenarios? What do you need to feel safe to try/train? Can you identify the ladder of escalating potential triggers to tackle, the way a skier progresses from green to blue to black diamond trails? Can you schedule practice sessions the way an athlete trains for a race, so you can hone the skills, see and feel yourself improving with each encounter?

How can we all make it safe for one another to practice? Like accountability partners at the gym, how can we hold each other up in this effort to save our democracy, to reconnect across polarization and mutual dehumanization, one conversation at a time?

Humility. Curiosity. Empathy. Generosity. Kindness. Accountability. Start where it’s safe and easy. Then look for the next challenge. We grow and strengthen through struggle. Environments and circumstances that feel threatening are not conducive to learning or progress. We can create and cultivate safety for effective disagreement for ourselves and one another. Take a deep breath and ask one good, open, honest question. Start there.