I don’t lock the doors at night
Not because I live in a safe part of town
Not because I’m not afraid
No because I have an immense amount of faith
Not because of the knowledge that there’s a season that even contains my death
I don’t lock the doors at night
Not because I’m inviting the fearful intruder to come cause bodily harm and take all of my worldly goods
No
I don’t lock the doors at night
Because it wouldn’t impinge my getaway plan
I need to escape
I need to get away
My need to break free
From anything that a lock could never protect anyway
I don’t lock my doors at night
So the morning can come anytime it feels like it
And bring what it may
Regardless of any kind of weather accompanying it
I don’t lock the doors at night
May the grace of all that is holy
forgive me for ever even shutting the door
on anything that has the possibility
of everything that never has a sum
of nothing
or worse
the feeling of all unequal parts
behind any safe illusion
a locked door
holds
We all have a need to feel
S A F E
don’t we. . .
BUFFALO
UVALDE
TULSA
and who knows where next
but hopefully not to a town near you
or outside of your (UN)LOCKED Door
I recently read a post from a friend
who said,
EVERY PERSON I KNOW WHO OWNS A GUN JUST WANTS TO FEEL SAFE
EVERY PERSON I KNOW WHO WANTS GUNS REGULATED WANTS TO FEEL SAFE. . .
MAY THIS BRING US
A CONNECTEDNESS
that can’t be hidden behind any door
(UN)LOCKED
and may the
Caring Catalyst
in each of us
bring it forth
(UN)CEASINGLY
as we become
MASS INSTRUMENTS OF CONSTRUCTION
WALKING HOME
Usually that’s an insult isn’t it,
you treat me like a kid
you treat me like a child
you treat me like a little baby. . .
Well when was the last time that somebody treated you like a child.
No. . .no not as an insult
but as a compliment. . .
On my morning walk
a little more than halfway through
I walk through a school zone
and a matter if there’s any traffic coming or not
there’s a school guard
probably about my age
who comes out into the middle of the crosswalk
with her stop sign held high
and stops the traffic for me
so that I can safely cross.
And every time she does it
and she does it every time
I feel like a little kid
in fact, I always tell her thank you
for making me feel like a little boy
all over again
and taking such good care of me. . .
And I like what she usually says back.
“I see that little boy in you and everybody should take the chance of taking care of another person and making them feel like a child again; safe, loved, and secured.”
“You make me feel like a kid; you treat me like a child,”
now takes on a whole other different meaning for me
even as I write this with a smile on my face
. . .it’s still does
Hey, take the opportunity to make somebody feel like a kid again.
Put a smile on their face without a bribe of a lollipop
or a piece of candy
but lollipop and a piece of candy
isn’t it a bad way to make somebody
feel like a kid again, either. . .
Isn’t it nice to know that when we’re walking each other home
there’s someone already there
not only before us
but making sure that the walk
is safe as it could be. . .
kind of makes you feel like a kid again
and if it doesn’t,
it makes you want to feel like one. . .
A TEASPOON OF BITTERSWEET
WHO WANTS TO SIGN UP FOR A BITTER CUP OF SORROW. . .
WHO WANTS TO SIGN UP FOR A SWEET DRINK OF HAPPINESS. . .
WHO WANTS TO HAVE AN EQUAL SHARE OF BOTH?
How Sorrow and Longing Enrich Your Life
Susan Cain’s new book argues that life is richer and more poignant when we accept pain, sadness, and bittersweet feelings. . . .
JILL SUTTIE, Psy.D., made me take a look at this book with a hungry eye. She is Greater Good’s former book review editor and now serves as a staff writer and contributing editor for the magazine. She received her doctorate of psychology from the University of San Francisco in 1998 and was a psychologist in private practice before coming to Greater Good.
I’ve always been pretty emotional, easily moved to tears by everything from a sad song, to watching a perfect sunset at the beach or yes, to a predictable romantic comedy. I used to think this was a problem and was embarrassed by my tears—I even contemplated therapy to try to “stop crying so much.” (But realized I really like this PART of me)
But according to Susan Cain’s new book, Bittersweet, this tendency to be easily moved is a strength that helps fuel deeper relationships, creative thinking, and self-understanding. Cain, author of Quiet, a popular book about the power of introversion, has written a poetic, philosophical book—with some science thrown in—about how embracing our darker emotions and yearnings can benefit us, making our lives fuller and more meaningful.
According to Cain, the “bittersweet” feelings involve “a tendency to states of longing, poignancy, and sorrow; an acute awareness of the passing of time; and a curious piercing joy at the beauty of the world.” They involve the recognition that light and darkness, life and death, are forever paired, and that living with that dichotomy front and center can bring us psychological richness.
“Bittersweetness is . . . a quiet force, a way of being, a storied tradition—as dramatically overlooked as it is brimming with human potential,” writes Cain. “To fully inhabit these dualities—the dark as well as the light—is, paradoxically, the only way to transcend them.” Or in my not-so-apologetically case, embrace them.
The power of bittersweet feelings
As Cain explains, we Americans are often discouraged from feeling darker feelings, like melancholy or grief, in favor of presenting a stoic or smiley face to the public. This is problematic, says Cain, as mixed emotions are important for our mental health and denying them can make us feel inauthentic. Meanwhile, pursuing happiness at all costs can backfire, making us more miserable.
How can tuning into sorrow help? For one thing, it deepens our connections to other people and increases our sense of common humanity. Doing Hospice since 1994 has not only enhanced this in me, but made me down right comfortable with it. Cain points to the movie Inside Out and its celebration of the power of sadness, and to Dacher Keltner’s research on the “compassionate instinct”—the way we’re hardwired to care about others who are in pain. While being happy certainly has social benefits, being in a low mood does, too: It can make us more empathic toward others and draw others to us.
“If we could honor sadness a little more, maybe we could see it—rather than enforced smiles and righteous outrage—as the bridge we need to connect with each other,” writes Cain.
Of course, admitting to pain and sharing vulnerability lets others know we’re human, too, and they help us stay humble in relationships. Cain suggests that we recognize our bittersweet emotions as a yearning for perfect, unconditional love, where we are seen and appreciated just as we are. This longing can never be fulfilled, not even in romantic partnerships. If we hold on to that truth, and simply acknowledge that the longing will always be there, we may blame our romantic partners less and stop holding them to unrealistic standards.
Embracing our bittersweet side can also motivate us toward pursuing difficult goals, she says. Bittersweet feelings create momentum for change and help us find our purpose, because they point us toward inner truths about our lives and what matters most to us. If we lean into our sense of longing and sorrow, says Cain, we can better assess what’s wrong with our current lives and access our deepest passions.
It’s why people who go through traumatic events can sometimes grow from their pain and use it to promote good, like the mother who lost her child to a drunk driver and formed the nonprofit Mothers Against Drunk Driving. It’s also why an expressive writing practice, where people examine their difficult feelings to glean meaning from them, can be so helpful for moving on from adversity. Not shrinking from sorrow can help us grow.
Cain devotes a large part of the book to making the connection between longing or melancholy and the motivation to create or appreciate art. Indeed, some research has shown a tie between experiencing difficult or mixed emotions and creativity. Perhaps that’s why many creative types are famously morose—think Leonard Cohen or Sylvia Plath. They turn their sorrow and longing into something beautiful, moving us all.
Even at work, argues Cain, people who are given free rein to stop putting on a happy face and, instead, to admit mistakes, share personal sorrows, and express their yearnings are happier, healthier, and more productive than those who try to appear sunny and infallible. Partly, being more authentic about our emotions builds trust and improves work relationships.
“Sharing troubles turn[s] out to be very good not only for mental health, but also for business,” writes Cain.
Another flavor of bittersweet feelings, recognizing impermanence, brings the beauty of the world into stark relief for us, says Cain. Transcendent experiences—feeling a sense of wonder, common humanity, and a part of something greater than yourself—are among the most bittersweet, meaningful experiences in life and can actually lead to higher self-esteem, kind behavior, greater life satisfaction, and less depression.
A bittersweet life?
All of this doesn’t mean we should wish to suffer or wallow in the limitations of our mortal lives, as if that’s a shortcut to creative genius or transcendence. That may just lead to depression. Instead, we need to allowsorrow and pain to coexist with moments of joy or connection and not push it away, says Cain.
“What we like are sad and beautiful things—the bitter together with the sweet,” writes Cain. “We like art forms that express our longing for union, and for a more perfect and beautiful world.”
Of course, there are arguments against giving in to pain and longing, and Cain spends some time uncovering counterarguments to her thesis. For example, she notes that Buddhist philosophy admonishes us to eschew longing, as it interferes with equanimity and accepting our present experience. She also attends a conference of people who think accepting mortality is wrongheaded and that we should be busy finding ways to extend our lives indefinitely, helping take away the bitter pill of death.
While I may quibble some with Cain’s use of research findings—which seemed to focus more on the upsides of negative emotions than the benefits of mixed feelings, downplaying the happiness side of the equation—I do think she makes a good case for not turning away from darker impulses too quickly. As I’ve gotten older, and have worked nearly 30 years in the Death and Dying world of Hospice and Palliative Care, the fact that death is more imminent has definitely made me take stock of my life and added poignancy to the time I have left. It’s why I started a daily walking practice and take a couple of 15 to 30 minute planned TIME OUT’S during the day to meditate and even a block of time to then write on what those walks and meditation have manifested. These activities have deep meaning for me, as they have enhanced my love of nature, mindfulness and language and strengthened my commitment to humanitarian efforts—all important for my well-being.
Though I wouldn’t say Cain’s book changed my thinking, exactly, it did reinforce it. By embracing the bitter with the sweet, I find that my relationships are deeper, my creativity more accessible, my capacity for compassion stronger, and my life richer. Perhaps, reading her book will give you permission to explore your own bittersweet side—and reap the benefits.
A little dose of
B I T T E R S W E E T N E S S
may be much more than the Doctor order. . .
IT JUST MIGHT BE WHAT YOUR HEART SCREAMS FOR
WHAT YOUR LIFE ULTIMATELY NEEDS. . .
THIS IS US. . .ALL OF US
Lots of people don’t watch TV|
Lots of people do. . .
Lots of people don’t watch
THIS IS US
Lots of people DO. . .
Some 4.97 Million watched this past Tuesday night
THE NEXT TO THE LAST SHOW
that had lots of
YOU-BETTER-GRAB-A-TOWEL
m o m e n t s
as we watched the matriarch, Rebecca Pearson
literally actively die in front of us
and what lots of hospice folks
COMPANION
(HOLD SPACE)
as a patient dies
and what they may be actually
(visioning)
feeling/seeing/sensing/experiencing
as they slip from this world
to the Great Whatever
lies beyond a last breath here
and a first breath
T H E R E
Nearly twenty-eight years of being a hospice chaplain has put me beside a lot of death beds of where I have companioned the dying and their loved ones. I applaud the writers and the actors for pulling back the curtain and giving us a fairly realistic look at what THAT moment looks like. . .a moment each one or us will experience, without all of the lights, cameras, action settings but in a more real, intimate, personal way because all of the evidence-based data shares the irrefutable:
ONE OUT OF ONE OF US DIES
And here’s where This Is Us Season 6, Episode 17 from this past Tuesday picks up. After a long battle with Alzheimer’s, Rebecca (Mandy Moore) passed, and the way her family told her goodbye was beautiful. Viewers were taken inside Rebecca’s psyche (literally) as she approached death. For her, this manifested in the form of a moving train. Rebecca was young on the train, and the passengers were people in her life, past and present. Meanwhile, in real life, as Rebecca’s family said their final goodbyes, they appeared on the train. And the person leading her through this experience (a.k.a the conductor on the train) was William (Ron Cephas Jones).
At the end of the episode, after the family members have said their last words to Rebecca, she reaches the train’s caboose. “This is quite sad, isn’t it?” she asks William. “The end?”
To this, William gives a beautiful, stunning speech to Rebecca. These are the last words she hears before going into the caboose (before she passes away). Read them in full, below:
“The way I see it, if something makes you sad when it ends, it must have been pretty wonderful when it was happening. Truth be told, I always felt it a bit lazy to just think of the world as sad, because so much of it is. Because everything ends. Everything dies. But if you step back, if you step back and look at the whole picture, if you’re brave enough to allow yourself the gift of a really wide perspective, if you do that, you’ll see that the end is not sad, Rebecca. It’s just the start of the next incredibly beautiful thing.”
With this, Rebecca hugs William and goes into the caboose, where a bed is waiting for. She lies down, and next to her is Jack (Milo Ventimiglia), reuniting the couple after decades of separation.
William’s speech epitomizes that moment—and it epitomizes This Is Us in general. If the show has taught us anything, it’s that nothing is forever. Any sadness or loss we saw the Pearsons experience in the present was always followed by a flash-forward, where we saw them happy, thriving, and doing just fine. Each storyline has shown us that no chapter is forever—the good ones end, and so do the bad ones. Life keeps moving, and we move with it. It’s a comforting message for anyone experiencing a hard time. Chapters always, always come to a close. The great poet Robert Frost once said, “ALL I KNOW ABOUT LIFE CAN BE SUMMED UP IN THREE WORDS: IT GOES ON!
It’s something Chris Sullivan (Toby) told NBC Insider when talking about the legacy of This Is Us. “From the first episode, they show you tragedy and pain, but they also shoot you into the future and show you, ‘Oh, this family’s OK,'” he said. “We jump back and forth and see, ‘Oh my gosh, this father died in a fire.’ Then, we jump forward and see, ‘Oh, this family’s OK.’ Tragedy and joy are held in both hands…Everything cycles around.”
Yes, it does. The series finale of This Is Us airs Tuesday, May 24 at 9 p.m. ET on NBC.
Hey. . .it’s just TV, right. . .
YUP. Yeah, it is. . .until it isn’t
THIS IS US
ALL OF US
“If something makes you sad when it ends, it must have been pretty wonderful when it was happening”… and with that, one last car. The caboose.
This Is Us
(Now about THAT towel)
R I P P L E
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near as it were your own?
Perhaps they’re better left unsung
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
If your cup is full, may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
But if you fall, you fall alone
If you should stand, then who’s to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home
It’s hard to believe that the song
by Jerry Garcia and the Grateful Dead
is over 50 years old
and yet still causes
A RIPPLE
harder still to believe all of the
RIPPLES
that still lie within you to
C A U S E
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . .
WAIT NO LONGER
KINDNESS SPIDERS
WHAT’S THE FIRST THOUGHT THAT COMES TO YOUR MIND WHEN YOU THINK OF SPIDERS. . .
K I N D N E S S
. . .right?
I can’t remember but one or two times over the past 27 years of Hospice work and 42 years of being an ordained minister that I’ve actually had the opportunity to talk with a group of men. MEN DON’T HAVE MEETINGS OR GROUPS. Three or four times, tops; this past Tuesday was one of those times. It was a group of men who gathered for breakfast after voting to hear me talk about TAPPING INTO YOUR SPIRITUALITY
The group was attentive, engaged and conversational. They gave me a standing ovation with my ending quote from George Washington Carver, “HOW FAR YOU GO DEPENDS ON BEING GENTLE TO THE YOUNG, COMPASSIONATE TO THE ELDERLY, SYMPATHETIC OF THE STRIVING AND TOLERANT TO THE WEAK AND THE STRONG. . .BECAUSE ONE DAY, ONE DAY, YOU WILL HAVE BEEN EACH OF THESE.”
Paul came up to me after this as I was standing around having coffee with these guys as they began filtering out of the room. He introduced himself to me and asked if he could give me a gift.
He told me that I had to pick one for myself and for my wife and then two more to share with two other people of my choosing
He handed me his typed out paper and told me that the first paragraph was his MISSION STATEMENT.
His eyes were kind and reminded me of my dad’s, not so much the color, but the soft kindness that glistened from them. He spoke softly and annunciated each word as he read the SPIDER INSTRUCTION SHEET to me. He offered me his hand and didn’t shake it so much as held it firmly between us when he told me, “I’m old. I know I can’t change the world, but hopefully by being kind to one person at a time, I can change them, make them have a better day and they can go and do the same for some one else.” I told him how much I liked his marketing plan, especially how he carefully implemented it so personally.
Any time I talk to a group of people I usually tell them that I am not here for the group today, I AM HERE FOR JUST ONE PERSON (and then I literally pause for as long as it takes me to look into the face/eyes of each person) I JUST DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE And I don’t. Little did I know when I showed up for a Men’s Breakfast Group that I WAS THE ONE that day.
K I N D N E S S
Comes to us all in so many different ways and when it does it often not only changes us ever so slightly but inspires us to do the same.
KINDNESS SPIDERS. . . ?
Well. . .here’s hoping it’s one web we all get caught up in
and never become disentangled ever again
HEAR WHAT ANOTHER HEARS
I have shared this video several times for various presentations I have given
I have shared this video on a Monday morning blog post before, too
I have to have its message KNOWN to me again and to be reminded just how much I need to HEAR WHAT ANOTHER HEAR’S. . .
“Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each others’ eyes for an instant?” – Henry David Thoreau
Every day, every moment, is an opportunity to let go of what no longer serves us and let it die…
And to embrace what brings out the best in ourselves and others.
This video, “If We Could See Inside Each Others’ Hearts” is an opportunity to do that.
It is a profound look at life, in 4 minutes. This one will have you welling up with tears as the camera wanders and shows the inner lives of people around us as they do their daily tasks. Most of it is set in a hospital, where there is so much worry, sadness, some joy, bad news, good news, no news, anxiety, fear — just like our own lives. . .
Magnified
We’ve all been there. We’ve all experienced at least one of these people’s lives, and that’s what brings the message of this video so close to home.
We ALL have our stories. Others have theirs. But we never really know, we don’t fully connect, because most of us walk around keeping most of our thoughts and feelings to ourselves.
S T I L L
If we could see inside other peoples’ hearts, this is what we’d see. . .
Psssssssssssssssssssssst:
Look Again
(c l o s e r)
C L O U D E D
During this NATIONAL MONTH OF POETRY I have used poems that have inspired me to write poems. I began the month with a poem by Mary Oliver and could spend months using her poems that have countlessly inspired me not just to write but to pause, reflect, ponder what can’t always be seen, heard, tasted, smelled or touched but most deeply felt. . . here’s hoping it does the same for you in the NOWNESS of your TODAY:
It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
— Mary Oliver
They are no longer clouds
but brightly striped ribbons
blown free from packages
never quite opened
or worse
opened and neatly tucked away
in drawers that don’t easily open
seemingly safe
from any robber
any loss
any misplacement
and sadly
any use
These ribbons don’t know of a wind
that’ll wave back
in the harshest or gentlest of breezes
no matter how much
mind
you pay them
They dwell in sunlight
and more of an ahhhhhhhh
to any sunset
if but noticed
But for a Now
This Moment
recognized
so briefly
like confetti
gone in a sudden burp of air
They are seen
as a Comma
in a Pause
that refuses to be left behind
before a never ending sentence
ahead
A BEAUTIUGLY SHAGGY WREATH
T H I S
inspired
T H I S
It’s ugly
at first look
and first looks aren’t always reliable
or completely understood
Strips of love messages
that dangle into unjumbled knots
as we look at them
through unfocused eyes that see clearly
but not always plainly
The messages
that shout with voiceless whispers
and convey what no other missive
can share
Any communication of love
will leave an eye dampened
with a saltless tear
that neither drips or wipes away
leaving a stainless mark on the soul
We carry
most secretly until we meet
in a place that’ll never be described
understood
with a last breath here
and the first breath in the beloved
T H E R E N E S S
that brings us all together
in an ahhhhhhhhhh
of complete
Beautiugly Shaggy Wreath
w a y
HURRY SICKNESS
IT ALL BECOMES A BLUR SOMETIMES
. . .doesn’t it?
WE ARE RUNAWAY SENTENCES
not so much looking for an unimaginable
P E R I O D
so much as just a mere
SEMI-COLON
COMMA
that’ll give us just momentary pause and relieve us from
HURRY SICKNESS
with not even a second to spare
a deep breath to take or reset
Y E S
there’s a antidote for HURRY SICKNESS
that’s never waiting to be invented
only
I M P L E M E N T E D
Many of us suffer from “hurry sickness,” the feeling that we’re perpetually behind. And NO, we don’t need to have the holidays to intensify our anxiety. We’d like to pause, take a moment for ourselves, but who has the time, might be the wrong question to ask. . .WHO DOESN’T HAVE THE TIME?
We might not recognize our habit because we believe we’re simply being efficient, multi-tasking. But here are some signs that we might need to slow down:
- We often speed, whether through traffic, conversations, or meals.
- We often rush through work tasks and household chores, to the point we sometimes have to redo them.
- We often perform time calculations to see whether we can fit in another task.
- We’re irritable when we encounter delays, hyperaware that we’re “wasting time.”
- We constantly try to find ways to “save time.”
- We have trouble focusing on one thing because we’re always running through our to-do lists.
- We have trouble investing time in truly listening to others.
We experience physical problems related to stress.
THE CURE FOR HURRY SICKNESS. . . ?
Well, why not just start today (OR HOW ABOUT NOW) by allowing ourselves a 15-minute nap, relaxing walk, or enjoyment of a book? JUST fifteen minutes of doing nothing we have to do.
(My thanks to Crystal Rapole)
Go ahead. .
P A U S E
EVERY SEED
needs a little time to
B L O O M. . .
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