IT’S TRUE. . .
SOMETIMES OUR MONKEY MIND
MAKES US BELIEVE THAT
I T
IS ALL JUST ONE JUMBLED/TUMBLED UP MESS OF UNLEASHED THOUGHTS
SEEMINGLY UNCAGED AND RUNNING AMOK. . .
B U T
ESPECIALLY WHEN
S O REMEMBER
AND REMEMBER
A LINE IS JUST A LINE
NO MATTER WHERE IT BEGINS AND ENDS
OR HOW JUMBLED UP
IT EVER SEEMS. . .
PARTYING ON
It doesn’t matter how long it took to set it up. It doesn’t matter how long it took to plan it. It doesn’t even matter how long it even lasted.
There’s a certain feeling and we know it in just a moment don’t we; that feeling of when the party is over. . .
There’s nothing like it. There’s nothing we can compare it to; is it like the let down after Christmas or a big long awaited family gathering; some say it’s a letdown, some say it’s inevitable, some say, ” Well hey, at least you had the party and now you have the memories. . .
But who wants a memory, especially when it doesn’t compare to the real thing and often times it’s all we’re left with in just a moment.
We realize it’s enough. . .
It’s always enough because as much as we once upon a time had the party. . .
there’s another opportunity to have another one or
EVEN A BETTER ONE. . .
STARTING EARLY
Is it ever too early. . .
to be
C O M P A S S I O N A T E
How Generosity Shows Up in the Nervous System
New research explores how parenting and children’s physiology may influence how much they share. . .
MARYAM ABDULLAH a journalist for Greater Good Magazine, digs up some research and reports that it’s never too early begin being compassionate but that there is, in fact, some great data showing how extremely beneficial it is to the GIVER and the GETTER. . .
Generosity not only feels good—to the giver and receiver—it has a host of other benefits for children, including promoting healthy friendships. But what makes kids generous, and can we as parents help encourage them?

A recent study explored how different factors contribute to young children’s development of generosity. Researcher Jonas Miller and his colleagues studied children—who were mostly white and from middle- to upper-middle-income families—first when they were four years old and again when they were six.
At both times, children played different activities to earn tokens that they could later exchange for a prize. Once the children earned all their tokens, the researchers explained to the children that they could donate some, none, or all of their tokens (if they wanted) to other children who were sick and in the hospital or having a hard time.
Using an electrocardiogram, researchers took multiple measurements of children’s respiratory sinus arrhythmia (RSA)—the way our heart rate changes when we breathe in (getting faster) and breathe out (getting slower). RSA is related to emotion regulation and social engagement. Decreases in RSA suggest a physiological capacity to respond to a challenge, while increases in RSA suggest a perception of safety. An RSA that changes flexibly indicates that our nervous system adapts well to the changing circumstances of life.
The researchers calculated changes in children’s RSA across different parts of the study visits: when researchers were giving them instructions, when children were deciding whether to donate their tokens, and at the end of the visit.
The children’s mothers also completed a questionnaire about their own propensity for compassionate love, by rating statements such as “I tend to feel compassion for people, even though I do not know them” and “I often have tender feelings toward my child when she/he seems to be in need.”
The findings. . . ?
On average, children donated 25% of their tokens when they were four years old and 20% of their tokens when they were six years old. Although individual children varied quite a bit in how generous they were, the researchers found that each child’s generosity tended to be somewhat stable from preschool to kindergarten. In other words, children who were more generous at four years old tended to also be more generous when they were six years old.
When it came to physiological patterns, children tended to show a decrease in RSA between receiving instructions and deciding on donating, and an increase in RSA between deciding on donating and ending the study visit. Those who had a greater decrease in RSA when deciding about donating were, on average, more generous.
This offers some evidence that flexibility in children’s parasympathetic nervous system could support generosity.
After they decided to donate, more generous kids had a greater increase in RSA—a return back to baseline—through the end of the study visit. This recovery suggests that children experience a physical sense of soothing after they give, a benefit that can “serve as a physiological reinforcement of helping others,” Miller and his colleagues explain.
What’s more, among six year olds who had a greater decrease in RSA when deciding about donating, those with more compassionate mothers were even more generous. Miller and his colleagues explain, “Compassionate parenting and RSA reactivity may serve as external and internal supports for prosociality [kind and helpful behavior] that build on each other.”
All this suggests that young children can show a predisposition toward acts of generosity, and its corresponding physiological patterns.
What can you do to nurture your child’s compassionate instinct? Be generous in showing them compassion when they’re struggling—their experience receiving your warmth and tenderness will prepare them to extend care to others, in turn.

IF IT TRULY IS NEVER TOO EARLY TO
BE COMPASSIONATE
ARE WE EVER TOO OLD
NOT TO BE. . .
Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst:
P R O V E
I T
PICTURE off the Wall
Mabel gifted us a beautiful cross-stitch of the Twenty-Third Psalm and went so far as to have it matted and professionally framed. When we took it home I knew exactly where I wanted to hang it; right outside of our bedroom door in the hallway so that every time we walked out, it would be the first thing we saw, reminding us of the gift, the giver and the promise it contained.
I AM NOT A HANDY MAN
I didn’t look for a stud to put the nail to hang the picture.
I didn’t even put up a super-duper wall hanger that would have been just as sturdy as nailing it into a wall stud.
I just eyed it up and put a nail in and hung the piece of art.
I have no idea why framed art like that has a way of falling down at 3:00 a.m. instead of 3:00 p.m. but that’s exactly what happened and when I heard the crash, I knew immediately it wasn’t a burglar, but a poorly hung picture. 
We all have that picture, don’t we? It is the picture that each of us have been gifted or maybe even painstakingly painted ourselves; and not only paint but we frame it; we make sure we put it in the best of mats and it has glare-less glass over top of it so we could see it from any angle without any kind of shadowy, distorted glares. This preciously framed picture is the only one of its kind. It includes those we have put in our picture, who have made up our lives and painted all of the intricate strokes that would have made it impossible for us not to be US.
It is reflective our pristine PLAN A with no forethought of any kind of a PLAN B
It is THAT PICTURE, the one and only un-replicated ONE that we treasure most; that most often falls from the wall, no matter how it seems to be secured. The one-of-a-kind-picture that we have painted for our lives, for our family, for our loved ones; it’s that picture that we hang on the wall and whether we first find a stud or whether we wall anchor it, somehow, someway, that picture, usually in the middle of one of the dark nights of our souls, without any warning whatsoever, falls and gets 100% obliterated; it gets smashed, the glass, the frame, the mat. The Vision.
The actual picture itself gets destroyed and we never can put it back together again because it is that obliterated. Isn’t that our life? It doesn’t matter how many goals we have set. It doesn’t matter how many New Year’s Resolutions we’ve made and actually kept; It doesn’t matter how expensive the pen we’ve used to write our script on a mystical pad; it doesn’t matter how we dream, we wish, we deem it all to be; IT IS HOW it all turns out to be, despite of all of those other concerted efforts. OFTEN it does not turn out to be that way. OUR WAY. . .
We are all a collection of jagged, smashed pieces; broken pictures fallen off the wall; constantly attempting to gather and putting together pieces that never can be put together again.
THE WORST PART. . .
We seldom see the good news of the never-to-be-put-together-again-picture we’ve held so dear to us.
THE TRUTH. . .
Sometimes it takes a good picture smashing to have what could have never been imagined. It may never be expensively matted, framed or professionally hung, but in living-vivid-color, it’s as real as your heartbeat and more desperately needed than your next breath.
The picture of the PRESENT MOMENT is never perfect, but it is very real and even more,
EvOlViNg. . .
It just could be THAT PICTURE might be better than the one that we put on the wall,
the one we grieve the most;
Crooked as it may be
keeps us from seeing
THAT PICTURE. . . .
The FINISH Line
Ever been lost. . .
Ever feel like the FINISH LINE is never in view
. . .that it doesn’t exist
. . .that it’s a myth
. . .that it’s an illusion
. . .that it’s really just an never-ending STARTING LINE
It was an absolute risk
for sure to be a new minister
and go out and run a race before
Sunday Morning services
but I lied to myself
in a most horrible way
and was convinced I could be back easily before
the first hymn. . .
I felt that all the way up until
a group of 40-50 of us
followed the wrong leader
and ended up at a secluded dead end path
a good two miles off the path of a 10K (6.2 mile) race
and then all of a sudden my heart began beating a different pace. . .
forget about winning the race
forget about placing first in my age group
forget about finishing ahead of the fastest group of women
forget about finishing
I just wanted to get back to my car
go back the 45 minutes to church
throw on a shirt, tie, a pair of dress slacks,
DRESS SHOES
and my robe
without as much as a sponge bath
. . .this was way before cell phones
and there was no place to put up a smoke signal
or a viable S. O. S.
I never made it to the FINISH LINE that day
and barely to Church Services
. . .it was not the FINISH LINE I envisioned
but one I continue to F E A R
I have found myself
on the same kind of path
many different times without ever lacking up a pair of running shoes. . .
I really think I’ve cured the curse of
B U R N O U T
(for me)
it just means NOT taking the logs off the fire
. . .but they have to be the RIGHT logs
. . .I know I can burn the Candle at both ends and in the middle
because (for me) I know where to get
the wax and the wick
E V E R Y T I M E :
it’s the endless RACE
the one that has no FINISH LINE
the one that when you get to where
the one that when you get to what
you think the FINISH LINE is
IT I S N ‘ T
and you just keep going
and going
and going and
g o i n g
You know what I’m talking about:
The day’s over and so are you
but just as you reach the FINISH LINE
and you’re pulling into home
you get a text
pick up this
or get that
and OFF you go
PAST WHAT YOU THOUGHT WAS A
O U C H
and your run exhaustingly continues
and you don’t dare stop
because you’re out in the middle of nowhere
and there’s only one way out of
N O W H E R E :
through it
one foot in front of the other
just not so gingerly
or enthusiastically. . .
The Cure?
Don’t just run. . .
RUN SMARTER. . .
RUN WHILE CREATING YOUR OWN
It’s only then
that you not only OUT RUN
Burn Out
but obliterate it
By becoming
YOUR OWN
Race Director
it’s a cinch you’ll stack the odds in such a way
that you’ll not only set your own personal best record time
not only place or show
but actually win
and not just in your age group
or every once in a while
or by reaching T H E I R
but seeing in a good way
others will be joining in on your RACE
and winning in their own ways, too. . .
R E M E M B E R. . .
The B O T T O M L I N E
is not the FINISH LINE–
It’s more powerful. . .
And here it i s :
THE FINISH LINE IS WHERE YOU SAY IT IS. . .
the problem:
You’re usually the last one to KNOW IT












