I’ve read a few other books by Parker

but when I was gifted his newest book for Christmas

it made me take a look

not only at the book,

but other things Parker Palmer has written,

most notably,

his Blog. . .

After nearly 40 years of being an ordained minister
a wedding/funeral officiant
a hospice chaplain
a professional speaker
a counselor

I’ve always fought the strong
MESSIAH COMPLEX

and just as fierce
FIXER COMPLEX

every day
each daily opportunity to

MAKE IT ALL BETTER

and my greatest conclusion
and daily
L E A R N E D L E S S O N :

It’s most often my
P R E S E N C E
not my
A D V I C E
that is most often sought. . .

so. . .
Palmer Parker offers:

Here’s the deal. The human soul doesn’t want to be advised or fixed or saved. It simply wants to be witnessed — to be seen, heard and companioned exactly as it is. When we make that kind of deep bow to the soul of a suffering person, our respect reinforces the soul’s healing resources, the only resources that can help the sufferer make it through.

Aye, there’s the rub. Many of us “helper” types are as much or more concerned with being seen as good helpers as we are with serving the soul-deep needs of the person who needs help. Witnessing and companioning take time and patience, which we often lack — especially when we’re in the presence of suffering so painful we can barely stand to be there, as if we were in danger of catching a contagious disease. We want to apply our “fix,” then cut and run, figuring we’ve done the best we can to “save” the other person.

During my depression, there was one friend who truly helped. With my permission, Bill came to my house every day around 4:00 PM, sat me down in an easy chair, and massaged my feet. He rarely said a word. But somehow he found the one place in my body where I could feel a sense of connection with another person, relieving my awful sense of isolation while bearing silent witness to my condition.

By offering me this quiet companionship for a couple of months, day in and day out, Bill helped save my life. Unafraid to accompany me in my suffering, he made me less afraid of myself. He was present — simply and fully present — in the same way one needs to be at the bedside of a dying person.

It’s at such a bedside where we finally learn that we have no “fix” or “save” to offer those who suffer deeply. And yet, we have something better: our gift of self in the form of personal presence and attention, the kind that invites the other’s soul to show up. As Mary Oliver has written:

“This is the first, the wildest and the wisest thing I know: that the soul exists and is built entirely out of attentiveness.”

I leave you with two pieces of advice — a flagrant self-contradiction for which my only defense is Emerson’s dictum that “consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.” (1) Don’t give advice, unless someone insists. Instead, be fully present, listen deeply, and ask the kind of questions that give the other a chance to express more of his or her own truth, whatever it may be. (2) If you find yourself receiving unwanted advice from someone close to you, smile and offer a “Thank you, I’m good.”

Are you a
RECOVERING FIXER

or a ongoing
PRESENCE PROVIDER

there’s a huge difference. . .
especially to the
humble
RECEIVER. . .