Healing Through Connection

“How did you get to be so kind, generous, compassionate, empathetic, self-aware, thoughtful, and creative?”

I asked this of someone I admire recently, and then considered all the other people I know and admire to whom I’d ask the same thing. Knowing what I know about their lives, here is my story.

We emit and express these qualities from at least two origins:

First, we have felt them from other people. We were open to and received kindness, compassion, empathy, thoughtfulness–love, basically–from fellow humans. It was role modeled to us. Second, we experienced challenges, struggles, and pain that taught us the value and importance of having this love in our lives. As I think more, these experiences–feeling loved and supported in times of crisis and pain–integrate to make us stronger and more resilient, more grounded in ourselves and open to relationship with others. This is the essence of Healing Through Connection.

Consider the folks you know who exude these qualities. I bet you could easily describe them as Strong and Soft, vulnerable and courageous, with a depth, mass, and volume that can hold space and tolerance for a wide and divergent field of ideas and experiences, even and especially conflicting and paradoxical ones. They are the ones we seek when we long to feel this wideness, this grace.

Then I think about how the opposite happens: When in times of existential crisis and pain we feel isolated, unperceiving of love and support. Just thinking about it evokes a deep sadness, an instant recognition of profound loneliness that seeks immediate relief. What is this dynamic? How does it happen that someone faces pain and struggle truly alone and devoid of kindness, empathy, compassion, and grace–of any connection–shown to them? I know it happens, and I am likely guilty of ignoring or simply being oblivious to other’s struggles as I go about my own busy life.

So when I come across someone who exudes the opposite of kindness, empathy, compassion, generosity, openness, and grace, what story do I tell about that? How does my story, told subconsciously and automatically, then affect and even dictate how I show up to that person? How might I modify and optimize my default story to then raise the likelihood that I will interact with this person in a way that connects and heals?

We’re living in tumultuous and fraught times, friends. The stories we tell about one another, the presence or absence of love in our daily encounters, matter more now than ever. Look around you for the role models. See how they move through life with ease and joy, resilience and hope, optimism despite everything. Observe them, query them, emulate them. Feel the rewards of connection with them, and amplify that.

It’s never too late, and no action is ever too little, to Heal Through Connection.

Family Time

Seoul, South Korea

Hello from Seoul, South Korea, friends!

Here with the family on a speaking (Hubs) and school project (Daughter) vacation; could not be more grateful. That we can take this trip all together, I could hand off patient care for a week with complete confidence, and we can spend these days in one another’s company relaxed and connecting for the first time abroad in two years—wow, what a privilege and a joy.

We have reconnected in quality time with one another and also with old friends from the kids’ grade school years. That was so special.

Last month I referenced the four thousand weeks of the average human lifespan. It’s the equivalent of 100 pregnancies. I just realized why that reframe hits such a soft spot right now. Pregnancy feels like forever, then it’s all but forgotten in the maelstrom of newborn care and raising children to adulthood. There is some math about the percentage of kids’ time spent in the home of their family of origin and how the vast majority of it has passed by the time they leave for college. It’s a duh-HA kind of calculation, one that makes perfect sense cognitively and also doesn’t hit a parent until the kid/s is/are actually flown and we realize how seldom we will actually see them hereafter.

It’s a natural order of things. Children grow up and separate from parents. And of course they can always come home, anytime for any reason. I have stuff to do that has waited for this season, yet part of me feels guilty for looking so giddily forward to it. I suppose it may just be the nature of parenting, this self- versus other- first ambivalence? Regardless, the relationship is unique and mundane, ordinary and sacred. What a privilege and challenge, an incredible journey.

With our second and last college launch only a few months away, revelations and insights about family, parenting, and relationships in general hit heavy and strong. I find myself slowing down, allowing the feels with more reverence than last time. I will cross this bridge in no rush. I will savor it more this time, pay more thoughtful attention.

This family trip feels different and special. How lovely. Signing off now from ‘the future,’ as my Aussie friend calls it. Ha. That feels appropriate for this unintentional precipice post. 😊

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.