W H E N
is a
BUS RIDE
much more than just a
B U S
R I D E. . .
Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst:
(not just when you make it one)
WHEN YOU REALIZE
K N O W
that it is. . .
Sometimes the greatest ride
is when you realize
you’re not alone
(and one you love makes it a beautiful journey)
R A W P O E T R Y
Words scribbled across
crumbled paper
read the same way
More than mere thoughts
Thunk
More than expressions
Stated
More than feelings
Shared
More than Adventures
Experienced
More than memories
Not yet created
We are all raw poetry
crumbled up on pieces of paper
with scribbled
sometimes unlegible
sentiments
scratched on stained
scrapped posted notes
not so much to be
re-membered
as much as to live on
Be Found
Read
Re-experienced
when needed most
RAW POETRY
we are more
(so much more)
than scribbled words
on pieces of discarded scrapes of paper. . .
a C t
L i K e
i t
SOME WORDS NOT OUR OWN
THERE ARE SOME WORDS
NOT MY OWN
THAT SAY SO MUCH MORE
THAN I COULD EVER WRITE
OR SAY
B U T
need to read or hear
than any that could bounce around in my head
or spill out of my pen
L I K E:
my brain and
heart divorceda decade agoover who was
to blame about
how big of a mess
I have becomeeventually,
they couldn’t be
in the same room
with each othernow my head and heart
share custody of meI stay with my brain
during the weekand my heart
gets me on weekendsthey never speak to one another
– instead, they give me
– the same note to pass
– to each other every week
and their notes they
send to one another always
says the same thing:“This is all your fault”
on Sundays
my heart complains
about how my
head has let me down
in the pastand on Wednesday
my head lists all
of the times my
heart has screwed
things up for me
in the futurethey blame each
other for the
state of my lifethere’s been a lot
of yelling – and cryingso,
lately, I’ve been
spending a lot of
time with my gut
who serves as my
unofficial therapistmost nights, I sneak out of the
window in my ribcageand slide down my spine
and collapse on my
gut’s plush leather chair
that’s always open for me~ and I just sit sit sit sit
until the sun comes uplast evening,
my gut asked me
if I was having a hard
time being caught
between my heart
and my headI nodded
I said I didn’t know
if I could live with
either of them anymore“my heart is always sad about
something that happened yesterday
while my head is always worried
about something that may happen tomorrow,”
I lamentedmy gut squeezed my hand
“I just can’t live with
my mistakes of the past
or my anxiety about the future,”
I sighedmy gut smiled and said:
“in that case,
you should
go stay with your
lungs for a while,”I was confused
– the look on my face gave it away
“if you are exhausted about
your heart’s obsession with
the fixed past and your mind’s focus
on the uncertain futureyour lungs are the perfect place for you
there is no yesterday in your lungs
there is no tomorrow there eitherthere is only now
there is only inhale
there is only exhale
there is only this momentthere is only breath
and in that breath
you can rest while your
heart and head work
their relationship out.”this morning,
while my brain
was busy reading
tea leavesand while my
heart was staring
at old photographsI packed a little
bag and walked
to the door of
my lungsbefore I could even knock
she opened the door
with a smile and as
a gust of air embraced me
she said“what took you so long?”
~ John Roedel (johnroedel.com)
were spoken first by
Someone Else
and echoing intimately within us
For An Ever. . .
ALL DAY SUCKERS
that deliver more flavor
that can be promised
. . .only enjoyed
YOU: A (S) HERO
Most of the time
we don’t see ourselves as
(S) HEROES
TAKE A CLOSER LOOK
We often look to do the EXTRAORDINARY
instead of just taking the ORDINARY
and bringing our
E X T R A
to it. . .
NOW THAT’S TRULY (S)HEROIC
It’s all that’s necessary. . .
Not just
YOU BEING YOU
but simply bringing your
YOU-NESS
to the moment before you. . .
Yeah,
(S)HEROIC
YOU:
A (S) HERO
S M I L E S
S O M E
say we just don’t do
I T
enough
O T H E R S
say there’s just no reason to do
I T
which means we should all not just try
to do more of
I T
but make it one of our missions
to be the cause that everyone
we meet does
I T
S M I L E
S M I L E
DO WE EVER DO ENOUGH OF
SMILING
AND ARE WE
ALL OUT
SMILE MAKERS
THE CAUSER OF SMILES. . .
Over the years, I’ve come across a few cartoons and pictures that really bring a smile to my face and now hopefully yours:
The World
will give us all kinds of reasons to
NOT SMILE
and even more to make sure
we keep others from smiling, too
SMILE STEALERS
but not now. . .
NOT TODAY
BE THE REASON
Another loses their Frown
. . .BE THAT
Caring Catalyst of You
BRING YOUR SMILE
and be the fault
of giving it to
ANOTHER
YE-HAW
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh
NO BRAIN NECESSARY
MORE THAN A MOMENT
I took a Moment
and then to really honor him
I TOOK ANOTHER MOMENT
and PAUSED
without hitting any magical button. . .
Thich Nhat Hanh, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk who was one of the world’s most influential Zen masters, spreading messages of mindfulness, compassion and nonviolence, died this past Saturday, January 22, 2022 at his home in the Tu Hieu Temple in Hue, Vietnam. He was 95.
The death was announced by Plum Village, his organization of monasteries. He suffered a severe brain hemorrhage in 2014 that left him unable to speak, though he could communicate through gestures.
A prolific author, poet, teacher and peace activist, Thich Nhat Hanh was exiled from Vietnam after opposing the war in the 1960s and became a leading voice in a movement he called “engaged Buddhism,” the application of Buddhist principles to political and social reform.
Traveling widely on speaking tours in the United States and Europe (he was fluent in English and French), Thich Nhat Hanh (pronounced tik nyaht hahn) was a major influence on Western practices of Buddhism, urging the embrace of mindfulness, which his website describes as “the energy of being aware and awake to the present moment.”
In 2018, he returned home to Hue, in central Vietnam, to live out his last days at the Tu Hieu Temple, where he had become a novice as a teenager.
Thich Nhat Hanh dismissed the idea of death. “Birth and death are only notions,” he wrote in his book “No Death, No Fear.” “They are not real.”
That understanding, he wrote, can liberate people from fear and allow them to “enjoy life and appreciate it in a new way.”
His connection with the United States began in the early 1960s, when he studied at Princeton Theological Seminary in New Jersey and later lectured at Cornell and Columbia. He influenced the American peace movement, urging the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. to oppose the Vietnam War.
Dr. King nominated him for the Nobel Peace Prize in 1967, but the prize was not awarded to anyone that year.
“I do not personally know of anyone more worthy than this gentle monk from Vietnam,” Dr. King wrote to the Nobel Institute in Norway. “His ideas for peace, if applied, would build a monument to ecumenism, to world brotherhood, to humanity.”
Thich Nhat Hanh was born Nguyen Xuan Bao in Hue on Oct. 11, 1926. He joined a Zen monastery at 16 and studied Buddhism there as a novice. Upon his ordination in 1949, he assumed the Dharma name Thich Nhat Hanh. Thich is an honorary family name used by Vietnamese monks and nuns. To his followers he was known as Thay, or teacher.
Thich Nhat Hanh began writing and speaking out against the war and in 1964 published a poem called “Condemnation” in a Buddhist weekly. It reads in part:
Whoever is listening, be my witness:
I cannot accept this war.
I never could I never will.
I must say this a thousand times before I am killed.
I am like the bird who dies for the sake of its mate,
dripping blood from its broken beak and crying out:
“Beware! Turn around and face your real enemies
— ambition, violence hatred and greed.”
The poem earned him the label “antiwar poet,” and he was denounced as a pro-Communist propagandist.
Thich Nhat Hanh took up residence in France when the South Vietnamese government denied him permission to return from abroad after the signing of the Paris Peace Accords in 1973.
He was unable to return to Vietnam until 2005, when the Communist government allowed him to teach, practice and travel throughout the country. His antiwar activism continued, and in a talk in Hanoi in 2008 he said the Iraq war had resulted from fear and misunderstanding in which violence fed on itself.
“We know very well that airplanes, guns and bombs cannot remove wrong perceptions,” he said. “Only loving speech and compassionate listening can help people correct wrong perceptions. But our leaders are not trained in that discipline, and they rely only on the armed forces to remove terrorism.”
Yeah, I took a moment last Saturday when I heard of Thich Nhat Hanh’s death
AND THEN I TOOK ANOTHER ONE. . .
Now
I’m inviting you to take a little more than
A MOMENT
not to pause
not to remember
not to honor
not to celebrate
a Life
BUT THE LIFE IN YOU
WORTH LIVING
WORTH SHARING
W O R T H
taking more than whatever we think is
A MOMENT
YOUR ASSURANCE POLICY
IT USED TO BE
that Beer Commercials were the best
b u t
INSURANCE COMMERCIALS
now offer
way more than
I N S U R A N C E
There’s a lot of things that can go wrong in life. . .
Unfortunate things and difficult experiences
are happening every day
all across the world. . .
That’s just part of
L i F e
And it never has to
stop us
from living
The Good Life. . .
The courage to live —
not in spite of those difficulties,
but rather regardless of them–
is what makes the good life possible.
(perhaps even because of them?)
So. . .
Tell me about YOU
SHOW US
Your ASSURANCE POLICY
. . .It’s so much more than
A Commercial
. . .and it never has to be Purchased
or has an expiration date
BROKEN PIECES
Our Broken Pieces
never cut
wound
or cause scarsThey are incisions
in the soul
that never need a
stitch or a stapleThe closing
would be the
worst injury
of all
S h A t T e R e D
escapes it
IT SO IMPORTANT
TO KNOW
RE-LEARN
S H O W
to be more of
A CARING CATALYST
than ever before
(EVERY BROKEN PIECE OF YOU)
BEYOND A SEASON
CHRISTMAS IS BARELY 48 HOURS PAST US
AS IT STRUGGLES ALWAYS
TO NEVER LEAVE US
or worse:
BE LEFT BY US. . .
Just what is it
that makes any Season
A Lifestyle. . .
BECOME THAT!
W A T C H:
LOVE IS A GIFT THAT GOES BEYOND A SEASON
BE THE CURE FOR SOMEONE’S LONELINESS
THE SYMPHONY IN YOU IS ONLY AS MAGNIFICENT AS YOU ALLOW IT TO BE HEARD AND EXPERIENCED
THAT FACE
which hides a Christmas Wish
beyond a wrapped present
BE MORE OF AN OPEN HEART AND LESS OF AN OPENED PRESENT. . .
SEE
BE
FREE
That Difference
to/for Others
FOR THOSE WHO CARE ABOUT CARING FOR THOSE THEY CARE FOR
WHEN AN EACH IS TREATED LIKE NO OTHER
MAYBE THE GREATEST WAY TO CELEBRATE BEING IN A SNOW GLOBE WORLD IS NOT BREAKING IT BUT GIVING IT
HEALING TOUCH
Y E S
GUILTY
I like to touch
. . .I’m a HAND-HOLDER
A HUGGER
A HAND-ON-YOUR-SHOULDER-Guy
A SHAKE-YOUR-HAND-WITH-BOTH-OF-MY-HANDS-Man. . .
except for NOW
THIS SEEMINGLY-NEVER-ENDING-N O W
it’s still all
HANDS-OFF-DO-NOT-TOUCH-DON’T-THINK-OF-HUGGING-TIME
and it’s tough
RE-adjusting to the
FIST-BUMP
ELBOW-BUMP
NAMASTE-BOWING
alternatives. . .
B U T
In the ongoing Pandemic,
Elbow Touches, Fist Bumps, and Namaste Bows
Are Not Only NOT Going Away
But Actually Might Keep Us Going. . .
Can we find ways to touch
outside our homes
during this re-vamped up pandemic?
At least One doctor says yes. . .
LEIF HASS, is a family medicine doctor and hospitalist at Sutter Health’s Alta Bates Summit Medical Center in Oakland, as well as a clinical instructor with UCSF and has some interesting things to say about our new
TOUCH-LESS NORMAL
In a desert of touch, just a square inch of clothed skin touching the elbow of a cashier, a colleague, a friend, a barista, triggers a sensation that can be felt head to toe! It is a simple fact: People need to touch people. This is one of the fundamental lessons of 2021 and we’ve tried desperately, in spite of the bad news, to do just that, T O U C H. . .
Why do we touch?
Why does touch feel so fundamental and how come the sensations associated with it are so profound? That’s the question that has us puzzled l as we eat taco bowls and sip coffee. . .
From a purely tactile standpoint, touch is superficial; evolutionarily and physiologically, it is deep. Touch was an important mode of communication in our primate ancestors, who had limited verbal communication. Even now, it’s perhaps the most important mode of communication in infants.
What does touch do? According to years of research, touch quiets the “fight or flight” part of the nervous system, and it turns up the calming “tend and befriend” response, which for infants encourages growth. The role of touch persists into adulthood. We have all felt the healing power of soothing touch from a parent, friend, or lover. Research suggests that touch can also signal cooperation. This has its roots in primate grooming, and it is evident now in the greeting handshakes of many cultures.
Touch (and other nonverbal communication) can also be seen as an amplifier of emotion. This makes sense when you think about getting or giving some Elbow Love. Today, we need our feelings of belonging and connection amplified in a big way. We are an inherently tribal species, and that means at an unconscious level we are always assessing who is in our clan and who isn’t.
Months of anxiety and conflicting nonverbal cues can leave us feeling unsettled even while we are surrounded by people we know well. You can get that alone-in-a-crowd feeling, even among friends! Elbow Love is literally reaching out again to reaffirm the important bonds between members of “our tribe.” When we are met with reciprocity, our commitment is confirmed—and the touch acts to amplify our affection and cooperation that have been waiting for months to be more fully expressed. Often, this provokes a head-to-toe flush of pleasurable bodily sensations, including a soaring, expansive heart. Positive thoughts are amplified, too: Place, purpose, and community feel profound when tied to such positive bodily sensations.
As cerebral, verbal creatures, we can have trouble grasping the extent to which our thoughts and actions are influenced by nonverbal stimuli. In milliseconds, we unconsciously process stimuli like touch, which can activate neural pathways that lead to a secondary physical sensation—the “feeling” part of feeling—and a cognitive tone that together make up an emotional response. Caught up in our thoughts, we can neglect to notice the bodily sensations and cognitive tones that arise during these challenging times. This is especially true for those of us in stressful caregiving settings.
When we pay attention to our body and our thoughts, we can better appreciate the good, like the experience of Elbow Love with a friend. At the same time, we can create positive mental scaffolding for difficult situations, such as another frustrating Zoom meeting or, for me, when a patient’s health deteriorates. Emotions have been called the wisdom of our ancestors. When we look for this wisdom by paying attention to our bodily sensations, we can amplify the good and temper the challenging.
Rebuilding community through touch
I take COVID-19 seriously. At work, I am always masked except when I am eating, which I try to do outside. I take the stairs instead of the elevator, and I look for isolated corners to work on my patients’ charts. Wearing masks and looking away, holding the breath, then leaning for just a moment to touch elbows is an extremely low-risk encounter—and the benefits are real: It can transform an interaction and the whole feel of a place. Our collective mental health has suffered during the ongoing seemingly gaining more steam pandemic, and for those of us who have remained vigilant these months, the time is right for this small amount of contact.
We have been through incredibly tough times. Our friends and colleagues were turned into potential infectious vectors overnight. The pandemic upended our communities. While we may have a stronger intellectual appreciation of community, at an emotional level I think we are all suffering in part because without the normal nonverbal inputs, our experience in community remains disrupted. But with just the slightest touch, we can make manifest the connection that community implies. Through the visceral way that touch amplifies emotions, a little physical connection can reaffirm our connection and powerfully bring back more of the good feeling we get from being around those we care about.
At the inpatient hospice unit I work, the first thing I try to do every morning even as the night shift is ending and the morning shift is beginning is to see as many staff members as I possibly can. I want to end someone’s day on a positive note and begin someone’s in a great way. We all greet one another all masked up and not in the same work areas. Even at about 10 feet apart, eyes meet over our masks. I can now distinguish a smile under a mask just by watching, really looking at their eyes. We approach each other, then look to the side, hold our breath, and gently touch elbows.
Often, stepping back, I feel like I am lifting off in a hot air balloon, a joyful warmth and expansiveness practically lifts me off the ground.
“Let’s keep spreading the Elbow Love, the gloved-fist bump with the hope that same feeling will flow to our patients!” Is unspoken sentiment that I believe is being communicated and more importantly, shared. . .
Even with effective vaccines and boosters, it doesn’t always feel like the light at the end of the tunnel; with a feeling we still have a long way to go. Thankfully, we are wiser from the challenges we have faced. We have a deeper understanding of the importance of relationships and community. With an understanding of the role of touch in human interactions, I hope we can safely use just a little Elbow Love, a loving namaste bow, a quick fist bump to reaffirm and amplify the sense of connection and community we need to make it through the coming months.
P R O V E
that’s it more
than your
S H A D O W
of doubt
and lot more like
A HEALING TOUCH
of Sincerity
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