Of Beauty and Youth and Grace

Yesterday morning brought am early morning appointment at the dentist to check out some minor tooth discomfort I have been having intermittently. Luckily it turned out to be no real concern and the appointment was short and routine. As I was checking out I could see into the lobby as a woman probably somewhere in the 85-90 year old range was signing in. Most of her hair was gone and her skin was blotched and showed marks where things had been removed numerous time. In spite of her appearance, she seemed to have arrived on her own and get around well with the help of a cane.

With my checkout business done, I came around the counter to the exit into the lobby. As I walked through the doorway the aged woman and I made direct eye contact that lasted for a second or two. I said “good morning” to her in a way she knew I meant it. The instant I spoke her eyes sparkled and on her face came a smile that was warm and kind. Driving into work after the appointment I realized how special that little moment she and I shared really was.

One of my New Year’s resolutions was to notice old people more and let them know I see them. Sometimes it is just a smile, giving them my place in line, opening a door or a simple verbal greeting, but I go out of my way to do it. Our culture has a bad habit of treating the old as if they didn’t exist. I read once what elders want most from the rest of us is to acknowledge their existence and still see value in them. I have never forgotten that.

If I was 30 years older the woman with the bright smile and sparkling eyes at my dentist’s office might have been my girlfriend, wife, friend or peer. What we shared was ever so brief but in my memory she will be recorded as a temporary friend of the shortest duration so far. I will not forget her and will be grateful always for the moment’s grace we shared.

From “The Old Stage Queen” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Back in the box by the curtains shaded,
She sits alone by the house unseen;
Her eye is dim, her cheek is faded,
She who was once the people’s queen.

The curtain rolls up, and she sees before her
A vision of beauty and youth and grace.
Ah! no wonder all hearts adore her,
Silver-throated and fair of face.

Out of her box she leans and listens;
Oh, is it with pleasure or despair
That her thin cheek pales and her dim eye glistens,
While that fresh young voice sings the grand old air?

She is back again in the Past’s bright splendor–
When life seemed worth living, and love a truth,
Ere Time had told her she must surrender
Her double dower of fame and youth.

It is she herself who stands there singing
To that sea of faces that shines and stirs;
And the cheers on cheers that go up ringing
And rousing the echoes–are hers–all hers.

Rain Upon the Blinding Dust

Human beings are the only animals that cry ’emotional tears’. Other animals have their own distress-signals, but crying from stress, pain, sorrow or joy is unique to man. Why we cry and even the actual function of it is not clearly understood even today. The general belief is that adult human crying does two things: relieves tension or stress and is a social signal that communicates distress to others indicating the need for comfort and emotional support.

Western society expects women to cry and in some circles one who does not do so openly with some regularity is often thought of as being hard, jaded and to even have reduced femininity. Only today is it becoming OK for men to cry.

In a national survey done in Great Britain by The Social Issues Research Center it was found that 90% of women and 77% of men think it has become socially acceptable, over the past 20 years, for men to be seen crying. In one-on-one interviews with respondents the message was the same: the majority of both men and women felt that attitudes have changed – that the taboo on male tears is now generally regarded as outdated and ‘unhealthy’ and that men are allowed to be more emotionally open.

They survey found the majority of men (74%) were touched emotionally to cry most often by the death of someone close to them. However when questioned about this in detail it was found men most often shed those tears of grief in private, rather than at funerals. The other primary tear-triggers for men are sad moments in films or on TV (44%) and the breakup of a romance or relationship (39%). Music to a lesser degree was also found to be capable of moving a man to tears.

There is no evidence to suggest that men are somehow created to be “less emotional” than women and are more cold and unfeeling. Research indicates men experience just as much emotional feeling as women. Experiments measuring physical responses to emotion have shown men respond at least as much as women in most cases. Men are simply less emotionally expressive than women.

I am here to tell you as a man:  crying can be cleansing and renewing. Having held back such intense feeling for much of my life, it was a surprise to learn in the last ten years the therapeutic value of tears. There has not been some emotional basket case syndrome come over me, nor is crying something I do every day or even every week. However, when I feel tears coming I don’t hold them back as I once did. Although I will admit sometimes where I am or who I am with still causes me to stifle them. The old conditioning of “big boys don’t cry” kicks in then knowing there are still many people who attach a stigma to a man who cries.

As silly as it may sound to some, I am very grateful to finally be able to let tears vent what I am feeling on the inside. This ‘big boy does cry’ and it has proven to be a healthful thing for me.

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears,
for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth,
overlying our hard hearts.
Charles Dickens

We All Feel the Same Pain

There can be a thousand people in a room with only two dysfunction ones
and they will find one another. They’re attracted like magnets to each other
because they see them self in the other person
.

A psychologist once said that to me and from experience I know it’s true.  ‘Likes’ attract, even dysfunctional ones, just like the cartoon above I clipped a few years back and came across last week.

So what is a dysfunction relationship? A partnership that does not work well because of emotional baggage that has been brought into a relationship by one or both partners (more often than not, both!). While anger or dissatisfaction may be what is outwardly apparent, the inner core is almost always fear that originates from old emotional wounds.

If a relationship is not contributing to your emotional, mental, psychological, and spiritual well-being, it is NOT functional. And if it is not functional … over time, it will manage to break your spirit, if you don’t manage it! From http://www.broken-relationship-help.com

The reality of life is most people grew up in a family that was dysfunctional to some degree, so there is nothing to be ashamed of. In some regard just about all of us learned unhealthy ways of being and relating when we were kids. Face that junk and work through it or else you’ll keep attracting people who at first seem like they complete you or fix you (neither of which is even possible). The scary thing is you won’t even realize you need to be healed until the healing begins.

I have a way to go in “growing myself back up” but I have come far in recovering from “issues” rooted in my childhood. I am happy, hopeful and grateful to be where I am today.

Everyone is dysfunctional.
The most dysfunctional people are the ones
that refuse to admit they are!
Why have we all been wearing a mask
and hiding when we all feel the same pain?!   
Melanie Tonia Evan

“That’s Enough, Move On!”

My brain depends on tiny bits of information as I proceed through each day. With only scant details I am unable to perceive all that is around me, and luckily I don’t have to. Usually just a few pieces of info is all I need to identify another person from a distance by their walk, the car they drive, a coat they wear or how their hair is cut. Finding my way to a place I have been before only takes a few landmarks remembered from a previous trip there.

Even if I could absorb more information, there is no way my mind could take it all in. My brain makes snap decisions about which pieces of information to process and which to discard and in the end I end up being a good guesser about most things.

Relationships are no exception. Often we really don’t know much about another person, we just think we do. That lapse in judgment makes us prone to being wrong. There have been numerous times when I thought someone was upset with me because he or she seemed quiet or distracted. Then later I found out their behavior had nothing to do with me. Being aware of this propensity toward misjudgment can help avoid a lot of misunderstandings.

No matter how confused, concerned or just plain wrong my mind may be sometimes, it is almost always watching out for me. That’s the beauty of my brain and the trouble with it too. I am grateful to have the awareness to know when most of the time to tell myself “that’s enough, move on!” or “you’re jumping to conclusions, stop!”

Be yourself and think for yourself;
and while your conclusions may not be infallible,
they will be nearer right than the conclusions forced upon you.
Elbert Hubbard

The Way It Is

Your body is free but your heart is in prison.

To release your heart, you simply reverse the process which locked it up.

First you begin to listen for messages from your heart: messages you may have been ignoring since childhood.

Next you must take the daring, risky step of expressing your heart in the outside world. It’s lucky this process is so simple, because it’s also terrifying.

As you learn to live by heart, every choice you make will become another way of telling your story. 

It will chart you a life’s journey as unique and authentic as your fingerprint; send you out, full of hope and breathtaking exhilaration, onto paths you never thought you could travel. It is the way you were meant to exist.

If you stop to listen, you’ll realize that your heart has been telling you so all along. (Martha Beck)

Life is happy a good bit of the time and joy comes with enough regularly to know it is real.  Sometimes I stumble and at other times my way is clouded or rough. No matter what comes, I am grateful for every day.  Each one is another chance to open my heart and use well the hours that have been gifted to me.

Life is not the way it’s supposed to be.
It’s the way it is.
The way you deal with it is what makes the difference.
Virginia Satir

Words of the Unknown Many

I have feelings.
I overreact.
I underestimate.
I overestimate.
I over think everything.
I look too deep into everything’s meaning.
I dream big.
My expectations are high.
So I’m going out there.
And I’m going to do the best I can.
People are going to get in my way.
Things are going to bring me down.
But I’m going to keep going.
I’m going to reach as far as I can,
for every thing I’ve ever wanted.
And I’m not giving up.
Because that’s what you do
when your dreams are more important than your fears.
You go out there and ignore the odds.
You focus on one thing:  
that your dreams come true.

Today my gratitude is for the words of others. The two anonymous pieces above I selected bits of and knitted together are the words my soul is speaking to me today, but I did not write them. They were written by kindred spirits unknown to me.

I am never completely alone. There are thousands of well-intended souls who, like me, earnestly search for wisdom and work to improve them self. On days when my words do not come or take form as I wish they would, there is inspiration in knowing others walk a similar path. I am grateful for the words of the unknown many that have been cast into the world for me to discover.

The first step towards getting somewhere
is to decide that you are not going to stay where you are.
Anonymous

Gratitude is Its Own Reward

When things get me down or my forward energy runs low, I go for a “gratitude check”. Simply I look around and think “what do I have to be grateful for?” An answer always comes.

Sometimes it is what I see in front of me: the sky, flowers, my hands or a little child. Sometimes it is what I hear: the birds, others talking, or crickets at sundown. Sometimes it is what I feel: the joy beyond the pain, the breeze flowing past or the dirt beneath my feet. Sometimes it is what I smell: fresh popcorn, an apple or the trace of perfume from a woman who passed through the same space a short while before.  When I can get my mind still for just a little bit, and look inwardly, gratitude always rolls down on me.

Life is a gift we’re given each and every day.
Dream about tomorrow, but live for today.
To live a little, you’ve got to love a whole lot.
Love turns the ordinary into the extraordinary.
Life’s a journey always worth taking.
Take time to smell the roses… and tulips…
and daffodils… and lilacs… and sunflowers…
Count blessings like children count stars.
The secret of a happy life isn’t buried in a
treasure chest… it lies within your heart.
It’s the little moments that make life big
Don’t wait. Make memories today.
Celebrate your life!
Unknown

A “gratitude check” is a remedy for what brings me down. When I bring gratitude to the surface, it centers me and brings be back to “now”: this present moment. It is here I find the only time and place I can experience actual happiness:  “NOW”. Problems seem a little smaller and trouble feels more temporary. Gratitude is its own reward!

There is no greater difference between men than between grateful and ungrateful people.
R.H. Blyth

Through It All

Friends: they come and go.

If you’re lucky, you find a best friend and it works out perfectly, they’re always there for you and your relationship is always smooth.

But most people aren’t that lucky.

You find a best friend and it works out perfectly; for a little while.

And then problems arise, and friendships fall apart.

Sometimes an “I’m sorry” will fix things, but other times, it’s not that easy.

People aren’t perfect, they will get on your nerves, they will break your heart, and they won’t always meet your expectations.

You’ll learn who your true friends are when you’re making a wrong decision, and they don’t yell at you for it; they don’t try to force you to do something different.

They stick by you.

Posted today with abundant gratitude
for my dear friend Mel
and the comradeship we share.

When we first talked to each other
I knew we would always be friends.
Our friendship has kept on growing
And I’ll be here for you to the end.

You listen when I have a problem
And help dry the tears from my face.
You take away my sorrow
And put happiness in its place.

We can’t forget the fun we’ve had
Laughing ’til our faces turn blue.
Talking of things only we find funny
People think we’re insane-If they only knew!

I guess this is my way of saying thanks
For catching me when I fall.
Thanks once again for being such a good friend
And being here with me through it all.
Rachel Ellis

Mirror of the Soul

I hear everything I think or say. Complete truth or fabrication I absorb every word. That’s why I have to be a little careful about what I say and think. My mind is always listening and always believes me. Like a child, my subconscious gets the literal meaning of it all and more often than not, tries to turn those words into reality.

All my inner dialogue is a stream of affirmations, whether positive or negative. That’s why positive reinforcement of myself works. I used to smirk at the suggestion saying affirmations consistently would, over time, positively affect my life. For some reason there was certainty in me that affirmations would not work. In spite of my disbelief, there was a point I was willing to try anything to get myself out of my deep, dark hole of self loathing. So most days I began reading affirmations softly off a printed page while intermittently watching the sun rise. It took a week or so, but I was shocked when they began to make a difference in my inner thinking.  You can’t imagine how dumbfounded I was to find something I scoffed at really worked. Affirmations are still part of my everyday life today and help me shape myself more positively than I would be without them.

I have pages of affirmation, but often go on-line and search for new ones. Here are a few I came across today and chose to begin my day with:

– Good Morning Life! I am so grateful to be alive today.
– The sun is shining through my window and through my heart.
– Today my world is changing for the better.
– I enter today with an open mind and a calm presence.
– I am okay. I am breathing. I am alive. I am experiencing this moment.
– I release all worry, all thoughts of past and future. I am here, now.
– I am proud of myself.
– I radiate love and joy to all I meet.
– I am whole, complete and perfect just as I am, right where I am at.
– I am more than capable of bringing my dreams to life.
– I love me.
– I choose to be on my side. All of my thoughts are pointed toward positive intentions.
– Today is filled with opportunities. I trust my intuition to follow where the lead.
– I am grateful for today.
– I release all negativity that is blocking the truth of who I am.

Go ahead and make fun of affirmations. Disbelieve as I once did. See affirmations as some kind of new age mumbo jumbo. Miss out on the good they can do. Why shouldn’t you do like I once did? Why shouldn’t you do everything you can to keep your life just as difficult as it is? Why shouldn’t you keep on putting yourself down and not believing in the wonder that is you? You have every right to make your life just as miserable as you want.

My truest wish for you is that there comes a point where you get so sick of the way things are, you’ll decide to try healthy ways to make life better. That’s exactly how I found the power of affirmations and every day of my life I am grateful for that discovery.

Speech is the mirror of the soul; as a man speaks, so he is.
Publilius Syrus

More Imperfect Over Time

We are all imperfect to begin with at birth and made more so by life.  Each blemish, defect or fault adds to our uniqueness. There is a Japanese tradition called “Wabi-sabi” which is the art of finding beauty in imperfection. The words together are about a way of seeing that deals with three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect.

“Wabi-sabi” is typified by a Japanese tea ceremony where the pottery used is intentionally rustic and simple-looking with somewhat irregular shapes, colors and textures. The belief is it is up to the person using the items to discern the hidden signs of a truly excellent design, shape, glaze, etc. The diamond in the rough if you will. Sometimes tea bowls are even deliberately chipped or nicked to keep them from being too “perfect”.

As the Japanese tea pottery is, so am I and so are you. We were created imperfect to become more imperfect over time, so eventually we are perfectly and completely our unique self.

It is in our flaws that the most pronounced beauty of our originality can be found. I am glad to be uniquely original and am grateful to be just the way I am.

Congratulations! You’re not perfect! It’s ridiculous to want to be perfect anyway. But then, everybody’s ridiculous sometimes, except perfect people. You know what perfect is? Perfect is not eating or drinking or talking or moving a muscle or making even the teensiest mistake. Perfect is never doing anything wrong – which means never doing anything at all.
Perfect is boring!
So you’re not perfect!
Wonderful!
Have fun!
Eat things that give you bad breath!
Trip over your own shoelaces!
Laugh!
Let somebody else laugh at you!
Perfect people never do any of those things.
All they do is sit around and sip weak tea and think about how perfect they are. But they’re really not one-hundred-percent perfect anyway. You should see them when they get the hiccups! Phooey! Who needs ’em?
You can drink pickle juice
and imitate gorillas
and do silly dances
and sing stupid songs
and wear funny hats
and be as imperfect as you please
and still be a good person.
Good people are hard to find nowadays.
And they’re a lot more fun than perfect people any day of the week. 
Stephen Manes