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of both men and women felt that attitudes have changed – that the taboo on male tears is now generally regarded as outdated and ‘unhealthy’ and that men are allowed to be more emotionally open.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

“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

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

The World At My Fingertips

One third of the year 2012 is already over! Today is May 1st or the 122nd day of the year. There are 244 days remaining until the year is over.

Flowers are blooming, gardens are underway while the trees and grass have adopted their summer green.  Birds have built their nests and mother birds are sitting on the eggs.  Some have already hatched and others will soon. 

It’s a work day in the United States, but for the majority of the world, today is a holiday.  In many countries today is “May Day”, one of the most observed national holidays on the planet. 

Many believe the month of May was named after Maia, who was both a Greek and  Roman goddess.  Her name related to a Latin word that means increase or growth and in both cultures Maia was considered a nurturer of life.

There an old English superstition that calls  for young girls to rush out into the garden first thing in the morning on May 1st.  In an old tale first day in May dew has magic properties and anyone who washed their face with it would have a clear complexion all year. 

What’s above illustrates how in just a few minutes one can peruse the Internet for an almost endless collection of facts on any subject.  The ‘Net” has been a game changer in my everyday life.  I am grateful for this world at the beck and call of my fingertips.  

A little seed, for me to sow…
A little earth to make it grow…
A little hole, a little pat,
A little wish, and that is that.
A little sun, a little shower…
A little while, and then a flower!
“A Little Seed” nursery rhyme by Mabel Watts

Crazy Ones, Misfits, Rebels and Troublemakers

Whenever I feel like an outcast or my uniqueness is a vulnerability I go read what Steve Jobs said in a PBS interview in 1994. What sometimes feels like a curse of too much individuality feels like a blessing in the context he expressed.

When you grow up you tend to get told the world is the way it is and your life is just to live your life inside the world. Try not to bash into the walls too much. Try to have a nice family life, have fun, save a little money.

That’s a very limited life. Life can be much broader once you discover one simple fact, and that is – everything around you that you call life, was made up by people that were no smarter than you. And you can change it, you can influence it, you can build your own things that other people can use.

The minute that you understand that you can poke life and actually something will, you know if you push in, something will pop out the other side, that you can change it, you can mold it. That’s maybe the most important thing. It’s to shake off this erroneous notion that life is there and you’re just gonna live in it, versus embrace it, change it, improve it, make your mark upon it.

I think that’s very important and however you learn that, once you learn it, you’ll want to change life and make it better, cause it’s kind of messed up, in a lot of ways. Once you learn that, you’ll never be the same again.

Whether Steve Jobs or my neighbor next door, no one is more than I am. Nor is anyone any less.  It has taken decades of living to begin to accept myself as the human being I am. This complete package that is “me” is filled with a way of being that has not been before and will not come again. 

Asset and weakness;
Strength and flaw;
Talent and fault;
Belief and doubt;
Honor and disgrace;
In all ways
I am uniquely myself

Here in my 58th year I am grateful to no longer wish to otherwise than the way I am. Finding a healthy level of self acceptance is one of the most comforting and amazing discoveries of my life.  Vive la différence!

Here’s to the crazy ones.
The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent.
They imagine.
They heal.
They explore.
They create.
They inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
While some see them as the crazy ones,
we see genius.
Because the people who are crazy enough
to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
Taken from an Apple, Inc 1997 television commercial