Holding What Helps

Checking in, friends. How are we doing? *sigh*

I know some of us are still distraught, distressed, and reeling. I sit with you in spirit and hold space for your anguish–I share in some of it, for sure.
Some of us don’t understand the distress, can’t feel with it. I sit with you also because I know you; I know you don’t want anybody to suffer, especially from fear of what has not yet happened (and which you sincerely believe will not happen). I ask you to hold space with me for my friends who suffer now. Because that is the human and humane thing to do.

These three days I have had meaningful and at times challenging conversations with
my Red friend in Indiana
my Blue friend in Chicago
my Red friend in North Carolina
my Blue friend from Chicago who spent time in Indiana this weekend
my Blue Braver Angels friends in Colorado and Illinois
my Blue Dot in the Red sea of Texas friend
my Blue friend in Oregon

I list them now to remind myself that this is what holds me up–connecting to my people. It was hard at times. There were tears and a range of emotions. I realize now that I’m distressed and hijacked most by judgment and lack of empathy. This awareness helps me self-regulate. I know I’m escalating when I stop asking questions, so when I notice this next, I can take a breath, reset, and decide on the next action.

I have a mediator’s heart and mind–I’m a boundary spanner, as a loving teacher once observed. I see, understand, and empathize with both sides of most conflicts, if I’m close enough. People in discord with each other often seek me for an ear and a think. I don’t tell them what to do. I ask about emotions, physical sensations, assumptions, attitudes, words, postures, goals, and trade-offs. What a privilege and an honor to be so trusted–and how reinforcing of my own tendency and reward.

Blue Dot friend reminded me tonight that mediation is not what most people in our national political conflict want. I see us as living in a toxic collective marriage with no exit by separation or divorce. Today feels like that quiet period after a big fight: The yelling has stopped, though emotions remain intense and raw. Exhaustion has set in, and self-righteousness still burns. Nobody wants to apologize or reconcile, defensiveness crouches at the ready, and the despondence of perpetual hostility seeps ever deeper. For me to stand waving the flag of bridging across division in front of certain people right now would be insensitive at best, exacerbating at worst. “Here, let me be the bumper between two oncoming bullet trains,” my friend analogized years ago when I told him I agreed to mediate an unresolvable conflict. I want to help, and my help does not apply in all places with all people. So my awareness must include the spaces and times when the work I feel called to do is not welcome or relevant. I can accept this, because the work is still useful in enough spaces for me to make a meaningful contribution. I’m confident I can find and enter them.

So, what helps? Sleep. Exercise. Nourishing food. Breath work, journaling, music, beauty. Cultivating connection. Self-awareness. Self-regulation. Effective communication. Humility. Curiosity. Kindness. Generosity. Empathy. Compassion. Hewing to my core values and my Why.

Most things will happen without my control or influence. And I am not a victim. I have agency in my response and how I show up for myself and others. This is how I help.

I Hold What Helps for Us. Whatever you need for comfort, calm, connection, and hope, whatever Helps you if you’re in distress, and whatever Helps you Help others in their distress, I Hold it all, for Us All.

Onward in our shared humanity, my friends.

The Coping Wheel from SEL Power Pack (I have no interests in their business)

Holding Awareness

What an aberrant week.

Eating, sleep, movement, and mental activities are all deranged a little, and more than a little resistant to intentional redirection. The only function fully intact, if not heightened, is talking and connecting with people. Text, email, social media, FaceTime, in person. Many pages of journaling. Lots of music, no book input in any form–that is definitely aberrant. Fascinating.

I wrote last night about the work of connection across difference getting harder. It starts now. Already I feel the apprehension, the tension of engaging with both Blue and Red friends (not yet in the same gathering–that’s next level at this point). I have some general impressions of both groups formed over the years, not yet articulated formally on this blog– generalizing is not an ideal way to approach humans, especially individually. Still, if I’m going to talk politics with anyone, I will benefit from clarifying some things for myself–identifying and monitoring the assumptions I make and querying the assumptions that others may make about me.

I spent an hour today replying to comments from this month–thank you for your patience, dear readers and friends. I wrote to Donna, “Those of us in bridging spaces and mindset have our work cut out for us, no question. The path turns harder uphill and more rocky for the foreseeable future. And, this is what we have trained for. I feel excited, like an athlete looking to PR a different movement every couple weeks (which I’m actually doing at Ethos regularly! [emoji string])… Ya. Keep going. Slow and steady. Bend that long moral arc.”

I have trained for this, yes. And the terrain before me is both familiar and new. I have my usual equipment and skills. The path ahead will require new tools and movements. I may get hurt; I will fail to anticipate weather and obstacles. So I proceed with cautious confidence, awareness, and respect. I’m making my way slowly through Cheryl Strayed’s Wild, as I borrowed it on CD from the library and my only working CD player is in the car. Might there be parallels here? I’m an experienced relationship and communication ‘hiker’. Engaging and connecting across difference through the next presidential administration may be my Pacific Crest Trail. So, I will pack smart and walk with fellow proficient hikers. I bet we meet some pretty awesome folks on the journey, see some breathtaking vistas, fall down, sustain some cuts and bruises, and get our egos handed to us at least a few times. The learning and connections will be worth the costs, I am convinced, especially if we can help others on the trail, too.

This hiker is tired tonight, friends. So:

I Hold Awareness for Us of our own energy, tolerances and limits–these are dynamic.
I Hold Awareness for Us of the call to connection.
I Hold Awareness for Us of every person’s full humanity and value, no matter who they voted for.
I Hold Awareness for Me of the resistance that my words, attitudes, and admonishments may evoke. I will monitor my own reserves and boundaries. I will rest and find alternate routes when needed. Connection across difference does not necessarily need to occur in explicitly political conversations.
I Hold Awareness for the paths of possibility before all of Us.

Holding the Work

I procrastinate writing this post. I worry how it will be received. I may anger some, offend others, and invite unpleasant backlash. But now that I write it out, as if I said it out loud, that fear abates. How fascinating–naming a fear helps dissipate it. That’s an important practice for the work we hold ahead.

“Question your own fears.” —Monica Guzman, Braver Angels, A Braver Way

Monica Guzman is my hero. Watch the video of her talking about how our fears of what’s in other people’s hearts harms and divides us. Listen and feel her passion, her struggle to stay compassionate to all people, and her distress at how people she cares for now suffer from Trump being elected. Listen to her courage in vulnerability, expressing hope that despite the deep divisions all around, we can still connect across our differences and not destroy ourselves. And know that she has a point of view–she takes a political side. She just doesn’t approach opponents as adversaries.

Monica inspires me to recommit to the work of bridging our political divides, real and perceived. I understand the election was only a few days ago and some people’s pain and distress are still raw. I know some don’t care or want to bridge anything, at least not right now. That’s okay; this post may not be for you. But I’m ready. I hear the call and I’m answering now.

From Instagram

I had a lovely conversation today with a man I’ve known for some years. Our relationship is fun, trusting, and honest. He asked me how I am with the election and I told him I’m very much not okay. He felt great about it. We each described why we feel our own ways, listening for each other’s personal experiences and impressions of the candidates, the parties, and the people around us. I live on the south side of Chicago; he in northwest Indiana. I’m in medicine; he’s in construction. I’m a 51 year-old East Asian woman; he’s a 67 year-old white man. Our life experiences and world views diverge widely. We also have no problems connecting as humans. We both lamented how so few people we know can conduct political discourse calmly and respectfully. We agreed on multiple social issues. Our conversation prompted me to seek data about maternal mortality since Roe v. Wade was overturned. I shared with him and we both learned. It was a meaningful and satisfying conversation, and we agreed to continue. I don’t intend or expect to change his political leanings. I want to understand him, and I want him to understand me. I want us to deepen our relationship, practice healthy political discourse, and bring what we gain from each other back to our own circles. This is how I will make a positive difference in our political culture and landscape.

All people who voted for the other candidate are not evil, or sheep, or whatever name we want to call them. I know how good it feels to say they are (see Brené Brown quote below), and it absolutely does not make anything better. We each get to choose how much contact we want with people who are different from us. Often they cannot be avoided, and then we still get to choose how we interact. We each have power to influence and impact any relationship we touch. Will we be connectors or dividers?

I observe that my fellow progressives are often the ones actively dividing. Cancel culture rages on the left, rife with judgment in minimal interaction, overgeneralization and oversimplification based on assumption and association. I see value in calling out overtly racist and misogynist attitudes and behavior, but public shaming does little to educate, enlighten, or alter anyone’s mind. It just drives their biases underground, only to resurface later. It alienates, inflames, and perpetuates conflict. Judging and throwing away a whole human being based on one fact about them, no matter what that fact is, feels antithetical to a progressive, inclusive ethos to me. And, it is a totally understandable human response to severe moral distress. For those of us committed to bridging, we must learn, practice, and train in self-awareness, self-regulation, and effective communication to mitigate that relationally counterproductive response. We must ground ourselves in openness, curiosity, humility, generosity, empathy, and kindness. These are not mutually exclusive to holding fast to our values, convictions, and causes.

I have many days yet this month to delve into particular skills. For now I can simply sit with a renewed commitment to non-adversarial change agency. This is the Work. I have learned in safe spaces, with people who will not throw me away or belittle me for my beliefs. It’s easy when it’s easy, and it’s how I show up when it’s hard that counts. But I can’t show up competent when it’s hard unless I have practiced–done the drills, entrained the muscle memory, prepared for the harder challenges. So I embrace the test of encounters during the next administration. This is what I have trained for. So I say bring it, I can do this relational stuff better and better, and I can lead by example like Monica Guzman. I still have a lot to learn, and as we say in medicine, see one, do one, teach one–and I’d add–repeat, ad infinitum.

If you’ve read this far and you’re neither offended nor ready, thank you for holding your own space. We can each/all only do what we can, when we can, and how we can.
I Hold the Work for Us to bridge our differences for all our benefit, whatever, whenever, and however we can each make our contribution.

There is hope.

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