Hmmm…. does two posts, every two days, count?
Or, do two posts every two days count?
Enquiring minds want to know… twice!
(where is that copy of strunk and white…?)
Hmmm…. does two posts, every two days, count?
Or, do two posts every two days count?
Enquiring minds want to know… twice!
(where is that copy of strunk and white…?)
Think about how much an active womb resembles a roulette wheel. The shape, the throwing of the ball into the bowl, the chances taken – all of it fits on some level.
I believe I know why I’ve never heard of a gambling-themed baby shower.
Just the same, I can think of three ways parenthood resembles a trip to Biloxi. Thrilling uncertainty: it lures even “practical” people into wild visions of delight. The chance of walking away with a “gift”: this appeals to anyone with a shred of longing. But the willingness to accept any outcome… now that, ladies and gentlemen, really brings the analogy home for me.
When we’re expecting, we examine many things, just as others examine us. Of all the wonderful explorations that occur around conception, birth and growth, my most riveting came from one question: “Am I ready to – consciously – surrender the rest of my life to uncertainty?”
Parents never discover the effect their little bundle of joy will have on their lives until it arrives. Then we often – unconsciously – commit to fulfilling all the expectations of others and ourselves. Most of these expectations catch us unawares after we’ve walked away with the winnings. Sure, we can make decisions. We can decide what numbers to play. But if we think that gives us control, we’re kidding ourselves. Children have an amazing knack for dropping into whatever slot on the wheel they pick, regardless of where we placed our hard-earned cash. Even when all the medical screenings come back bright and cheerful, and even if our DNA seems promising, we cannot predict how many times we’ll have to keep our cool in the toy aisle. Or take a deep breath when our teenager has a meltdown. Or watch our 3-year-old undergo general anesthesia.
If you can walk away from a table in Biloxi empty-handed and still say you had a good time, then you’re ripe for parenthood (and life). No matter the outcome, we can find ways to experience our children as amazing gifts and teachers. No amount of cash winnings can compete with that. Actually, children emerge to surprise and test us. This may come as a surprise, but your roulette wheel is biased. And it’s also all arranged in advance. That’s the funny part: we get exactly what we asked for. We just didn’t anticipate how our wishes would come true.
For instance, I went through years trying to figure out the cleverest way to please the most people, so that my life could be predictable and “successful”. In 2000, my son received an Autism diagnosis; he quite often rolls outside the region of expectation and predictability. Yet every time I stop cringing in dread of unpleasant outcomes and uncover my eyes long enough to see how we’re doing, what do I see? This beautiful boy instinctively understands and lives what’s important… and makes good grades too. Over the years, I’ve noticed that every one of his little “quirks” seems to directly address one of my hang-ups. One by one, he helps me release them. What a selfless gift.
The most powerful blessing arrives with the attitude that accepts whatever arises.
Can you imagine a roulette gambler expecting to control the spin of the wheel and the settling of the ball? Expecting to know how children will turn out creates a similar invitation to learn first-hand about odds. It’s so tempting to plan, hope, dream, and use our children to define ourselves. That’s the giddy anticipation part. Yet those expectations hold no sway over how life unfolds. Parenthood sometimes seems to imply responsibility for the outcome. I visualize gamblers glaring at each other once the ball settles onto its number, as if one of them made it fall right there, right then. Somehow, it’s much easier to laugh at that image than to chuckle at our own unvoiced expectations surrounding parenthood.
When we view parenting like placing a bet on a wheel, we give ourselves permission to have no idea what will come our way. ‘Permission’ plays a key role in how much we enjoy our spin of the wheel. Feeling permission to wonder, question, and observe liberates us. Releasing self-expectation is one of the most generous and liberating acts a parent can perform.
For anyone who experiences an exuberant moment, learning that she/he faces the prospect of parenthood, it’s worth also taking a pregnant pause. Consider the deep blessing of meeting uncertainty as teacher, and that you’re about to get your butt kicked by having your wishes fulfilled. Embracing the uncertainty of parenthood states that you’re willing to take whatever may come, place your bets, and continue breathing while the wheel slows and the ball gets ready to drop.
So at 12:30 am I sign up for Post A Day at WordPress…
With bloodshot eyes and a big grin, I’m thinking tonight’s post reminds me of Lisa Falzon’s micro-fiction… Here we go.
This photo portrays my state of mind pretty well. I hope I get some sleep.
Since being declared a Sagittarius a few days ago, I guess I can abandon my former Capricornian ambitiousness and just post, and call it a night.
‘Night, all!
So, I was talking with my friend John the other day, and I mentioned that I tend not to like to have long phone conversations. His reply: “Yeah, I noticed…”
Food for thought.
I think that tendency comes from a few sources.
The first would be phone conversations with “boyfriend” in high school… You know the kind: “So, what are you doing?” “Oh, nothing.” “Yeah? And what are you doing now?” “Oh, just listening to you…”
The second source could be years of studying and practicing Buddhism, 4-1/2 of which I spent as a nun, while much emphasis was placed on avoiding “meaningless activity” and “meaningless speech”… I generally didn’t watch TV (which is why I still think of buildings first, when I hear the word “House” – I was an architect, too) or spend time on the internet (which is why I feel like a real dinosaur as I jump into this postaday thingy).
The third source comes from spending years as a workaholic single mom of a child with special needs – I often just didn’t have the time.
Now that I’m back “in the world”, I’ve got a lot to learn about it (especially as others experience it), and I’m learning the value of friendships and connecting with others.
Several of my new blogging buddies write about getting pissed off, the mind, and dreams (one of my favorite topics and a new category to add!). I’m finding there are more people out there of like minds than I imagined.
So I’m getting back on the “phone”.
Cheers!
So the buzz hums over the past few days, about the Earth’s magnetic pole shifting over time. The constellations now hang around in different spots of the heavens than when the Babylonians developed the twelve astrological signs most familiar to us. Astrologers and astronomers go at it again, trying to sort through the context of the quotes, the implications, and who’s producing responsible journalism.
Rumor tells it that most people’s astrological signs (in the West, at least), have changed.
Bombast and conflagration!
I say bravo! I love reminders that this world IS a state of flux, a manifestation of Emptiness.
I visited Wikipedia, and found at least 55 types of astrology listed. Hmmm. Were we ever really certain that we knew our “sign” before this brouhaha?
I was born in early January, which used to be smack-dab in the middle of Capricorn. Now, if I subscribe to the panic about the new signs, I’m smack dab in the middle of Sagittarius. Wow, are there any two signs that are more dissimilar than those?
From Time Newsfeed:
CAPRICORN: “Symbolized by the goat, Capricorn is the epitome of professionalism and traditional values. Capricorns are known to be good managers and hard workers, preferring to stick to practicality and reason in their daily lives.”
SAGITTARIUS: “Archers are energetic yet pensive, frequently seeking the answers to life’s big questions. Sagittarians are extroverts who enjoy the company of others, and they thrive in a constantly changing world.”
Funny: until recently, I’ve lived my life as a devout Capricorn, assuming the role fully, inescapably.
Lately, I’ve lived more like a Sagittarius, and wondered what the heck was going on.
It feels sort of like a chicken-and-egg scenario, and I’m beginning to wonder who’s calling the shots here. Did the major shifts in my life cause the earth to wobble, or did the Earth’s wobble cause my life to change? I am being a bit facetious here, but since I believe the world arises from my mind, my world is sort of rocking right now. Even Rachel Maddow is speaking my truth… And that’s news.
I skimmed a few more articles online, and discovered the expected response from the astrological community: It’s going to be alright. Don’t panic. But I kind of like the idea of becoming Sagittarian… I never liked butting people around with those goat horns… And once again, I kept uncovering more of the he-said-she-said patter of writers scrambling to get to, and reveal, the Concrete Truth.
My favorite article came up fairly randomly, and it shows images of an astrological chart that Kepler (yes, Kepler, one of the bastions of classical astronomy…) generated for a client. Kepler once wrote: “God provides for every animal his means of sustenance – for an astronomer he has provided astrology.”
My goodness! The man played both sides! Slander and calumny! Another certainty laid to waste!
I thoroughly enjoy the intrigue of watching still more assumptions being rent asunder, still more pieces of the puzzle coming together to assemble a world in which I spin along best if I don’t worry about whether the North Pole remains in its proper place, and whether I am inherently professional, good-mannered and practical. Just follow the heart, don’t fret about the constellations.
It’s going to be alright. If your sign’s not changing, then maybe you’re perfect as you are. If it shifted, maybe that’s a hints at what lies ahead for you. Or a nice place you might consider visiting.
I also enjoyed this post on Salon, which the writer modified as new information came to light. Another example of transformation and learning.
So, enjoy your new world… once again. Maybe if this sort of thing (like ice in Atlanta, GA, USA, that stays around for almost a week…) shakes us up often enough, we’ll get comfortable with shifting our paradigms, and see more and more… that change is not so scary as spending your entire life as a Capricorn.
1986… 2010…2011…
I found some of my sketches from 1986 recently, and they reminded me of the fertile creativity that burst forth from my being at that time. Ironic, because it was also a time of great confusion, frustration, and sadness. The sketches reflect these qualities, but as I looked through them, I remembered something else that I had not recorded very well in that sketchbook. Optimism.
I had taken Optimism for granted: Of course I was only 24. Of course I had my entire life ahead of me… Of course I was independent. Of course the world was supposed to be my oyster… I was entitled. Period. Willing to bust my butt, but entitled, nonetheless.
I remember also that about this time last year, I toasted the arrival of 2010 with, “Gosh, I hope it’ll be better than 2009!” Twelve months later, I’m re-defining “better”. No, actually, I’m re-understanding better.
Better, in this age, brings growth. Better brings change. Better brings awareness and acuity; sometimes it stings and bites. Better brings fulfillment of a sometimes unpredictable nature.
If I had paid more attention to my semantics with my 2010 welcome toast, I might have used the word “easier” instead of “better”. Because I received “better”, but I did not receive “easier”. And still, things are definitely better, and in a profound, indelible way. Just like the ink on the sketchbook pages. I got my wish. In fact, in 2010, almost every one of my wishes came true. Just not in the way I expected.
A few weeks ago, I started drawing again, after a pause of too many years. The sketches began to flow as spontaneously and prolifically as they had in 1986, and the emotional intensity of 25 years ago resurfaced. I sat back and looked at them, bemused. What makes the difference between then and now, and what connects these two periods of my life? And why did that gap last so long?
I realized that the clarity comes not from specific emotions or circumstances, but from accepting and exploring and expressing those emotions and circumstances… Without judgement or fear or expectation.
That “gap” in my sketching life had been filled with a “career” that was filled with judgement and expectation, and, yes, a transparent shadow of fear that things might not go as planned. All of that creative energy had been diverted towards trying to steer my boat against an unnatural current.
Last week I went for a new hairstyle. I had been pinning back and restraining my shaggy locks for six months – hiding them – so I could get some growth. As I drove to the salon, I heard a friend’s words: “As she cuts your hair, visualize everything you want to lose, falling away from you as the hair falls to the floor.” I hardly remembered this as I was in the salon… Salon chat is seldom profound… But as the stylist finally spun me around with the mirror, she smiled and said, “See? A new you! It’s lovely!”
Something clicked, and I realized that 2011 has boundless potential if I allow it to birth itself. Just like the ink and paint will continue to flow freely if I continue grasping that pen or brush ever so lightly, and just wait to see what appears.
I didn’t really make a new year’s resolution for 2011. I simply wish for 2011 to arrive in the way that 2010 came: “better”. And I’ve learned that the less attached I am to what “better” means, the more freely the creative energy flows into everything that comes my way. And that makes it better.
Here’s to 2011!