Holding Appreciation

Photo by Eileen Barrett

Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate. Wishing all a sense of peace, connection, and of course gratitude.

From Facebook

On holidays like Thanksgiving and Mother’s Day, I really appreciate posts like this, which remind us how conventionally observed events land differently for people.

From Instagram

These messages remind me to not take things for granted. They help me recognize my privileges, earned and unearned. It’s not about provoking guilt, shame, blame or anger, or pointing out oppression. It’s also more than simply acknowledging gratitude in the usual way.

It’s an important practice in perspective. Each reminder that everybody doesn’t move through the world as I do, people perceive the same events in widely divergent ways, and there are always multiple valid points of view, grounds me in awareness, humility, empathy, compassion, and non-judgment.

I do not advocate deriving life meaning from comparison to others. Still, appreciation for all I have that others don’t, my top 1% default life, gives me pause, as well it should. MaBa started life as their parents fled the Communist Revolution in China. While survival may have only been threatened briefly, real material scarcity imprinted on my elder generations’ psyches in ways I will never truly fathom. Recalling life as college and medical students, and even as residents, prompts Hubs and me to appreciate deeply the freedoms our current status affords us. Physicians enjoy very high standing in our culture, both financially and socially, and yet nothing is guaranteed. Fortunes can turn on a dime. I don’t spend time or energy ruminating on this, but I practice cognizance so in the event of catastrophe, at least I appreciated what I had when I had it.

This reflection evokes a sense of responsibility, accountability, contribution, and community. It motivates me from wishing to wanting to working for all to have at least the basics to live safely, securely, and with dignity, and more ideally to thrive in full societal engagement, fulfillment, and joy.

Gratitude and thanksgiving feel good. Gathering to celebrate and express the sentiments connects us. If it can also move us to turn our gratitude outward and present as helpers in the world, in any way, then all the better.

I Hold Appreciation for Us tonight. May we root deeply in gratitude for all we have, and seek to grow prosperity beyond ourselves, however we can.

Holding Rest

*sigh*

Son home from college. Clinic notes finished for the week. All work messages answered and results reported as of leaving the office tonight. Grocery shopping completed, food prep planned, execution begun.

*sigh*

It’s been a dense month, no? Thank you so much to those who have read along these four weeks–four days to go! 28 daily posts down, the most ambitious and unguarded theme since 2021… I have walked the talk of honesty, vulnerability, and openness, among other things; I’m proud of the effort. The output itself gratifies me, too: In both process and product, I think this could be my best writing yet. Whether or not Book ever gets published, I already have a body of work–659 posts. It’s a substantial volume of original and consistent content that I own–all me, all in, BOOBS OUT.

I still have tasks to accomplish this long weekend, and they will get done. But I want to slow the frenetic pace these last four days of the month, breathe more deeply, be more still. I will bake, watch movies, sit on the sofa. I will write, of course, and it will be that much sweeter with a longer stretch of time each day. I feel muscles loosen even as I imagine it now.

Holidays in general and gatherings in particular can feel chaotic and intese. It all lands on each of us differently. I hope for us all, however we feel about any of it, to find at least some moments of rest and comfort here at the end of the year, and this weekend in particular. Space, time, and breath: May we find that languid expanse that signals relaxation, that neurophysiologic response that drops us to center, as close to contentment and serenity as we can get, even if only for a little while.

*sigh*

Wherever we are, whomever we’re with, whatever is happening around us, may we have the wherewithal to effectively self-soothe. Sometimes it really only takes one deep, slow breath.

I Hold Rest for Us All. We need it. May we seek and secure it reliably.
Reset. Recharge. Ready.
We have much work ahead.

Holding Accountability

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.