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Today I began cataloguing these posts and revisited post #1. It starts with these two phrases:

Truly powerful people are dedicated to inspiring true power in others.

It goes like this: empowered people empower others.

The other day when I was visiting Judy on Bainbridge Island we had a conversation about perception. I told Judy that I’ve recently been thinking that notions like “survival of the fittest” are concepts that only make sense to a culture devoted to the individual. Survival of the fittest is a construct of a human mind, like time, and not a “reality” describing how nature works. From another set of eyes I could describe nature as collaboration or cooperation, an exercise in balance. We see everything as a competition because our mythologies are filled with warriors, heroes and angry gods fighting for power and control over this pie that has a limited number of slices.

In her book, Wild, Jay Griffiths wrote that most indigenous cultures have no word for or concept of “wild.” When nature is not seen as something to be tamed, everything is collaboration. Nothing is wild; there is no separation between nature and not nature (civilization?). No fences needed. This applies particularly and most importantly to inner nature. Your inner nature is just fine without all the control you impose; it needs no compartmentalization. You require no taming if you believe you are part of nature and not the master of it.

Empowered people have no use for power over others. Empowered people have no use for taming their inner nature; they desire to know themselves not control themselves. Empowered people empower others because they are collaborating, participating, and not so dreadfully invested in putting up fences.

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Today at breakfast Lora was in mid bite when her gaze went far away; she was suddenly lost in thought (I love that phrase because I think it describes the human condition). After several moments she came back into her body and announced, “I just had an epiphany!” She said, “You know the psychology behind projection, projecting onto others what you like or dislike in yourself? Or, how what you dislike in other people is usually something that you need to work on within yourself?”

“Yes…?” I proffered. Caution is a good thing when Lora has epiphanies because she is essentially a trickster and I am an easy mark. Dig a tiger pit and I will step into it. Ask me to pull your finger and I will. Easy, easy, easy.

“Well, projecting is the same thing as that age-old phrase: It takes one to know one!” She was delighted with her discovery. “It takes one to know one is a simple way of saying, ‘I’m projecting my crap onto you! Or, I see in you the thing that I don’t like to see in myself; see? It takes one to know one!” Satisfied, she finished her bite of breakfast.

I thought that the opposite must also be true. If I see in you something I admire then it must also be available within me. If I can project my shadow on to others and see it in them then I must also be capable of projecting my light and seeing it in you, too. I suppose the greater question becomes, “what am I projecting?” According to Lora’s epiphany, you’ll know it because you’ll see it.

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It’s an odd image but go with me. Lately I’ve been looking at people as if they were empty cups that fill themselves according to the story that they tell. For instance, yesterday I watched a man fill himself with angst and frustration. He stood in front of a photograph muttering, “I could never do that,” and I watched as his body began filling with frustrations; it began to rise from his toes, filling his legs and his belly, seeping up into his heart, clogging his voice and drowning his brain in a thick liquid, “I can’t.” His story thwarted completely his desire to be a photographer. What liquid story might have filled his cup had his story been, “Cool! I’m going to learn how to do that?”

According to the research 90% of what runs through your mind is the same stuff that ran through it yesterday. The story you tell yourself is on a loop. The story you tell yourself comes from a specific point of view. I don’t need the research to know that I tell myself the same story loop each day from the same point of view. Consider, for instance, if you assume the universe is against you, your cup will fill with a story of resistance, hard luck, and victimization; no matter what you do, the universe is against you. Every traffic jam, every paper cut will reinforce your story and keep your cup filled with liquid negativity. And, you will fill every relationship, every choice and opportunity, with the negative liquid in your cup because that is what you bring to the party.

I don’t know about you but if 90% of what runs through my mind is the same stuff then I might as well make that 90% a story of opportunity, choice, and support. I’m seeing others as story-cups because I feel within myself how easily I can fill up with anger or blame. “Look how I just filled myself,” has become an awareness tool, a mantra as I literally fill myself with a story of poison or a story of pleasure. Either way, it is my choice and that is the point. I have choice about the story I tell. I have choice about the point of view from which I tell the story. I have choice about where I place my focus (what I choose to see, to emphasize, how I choose to interpret every experience).

How are you filling your cup?

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[continued from 147]

Judy and Kim performed this poem from memory for me. The last phrase was Kim’s, which he delivered with great gusto and brought gales of laughter to us all.
Golden Retrievals by Mark Doty
Fetch Balls and sticks capture my attention
Seconds at a time. Catch? I don’t think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who’s -oh
joy-actually scared. Sniff the wind, then

I’m off again; muck, pond, residue
of any thrillingly dead thing. And you?
Either you’re sunk in the past, half our walk,
thinking of what you can never bring back,

or else you’re off in some fog concerning
– tomorrow, is that what you call it? My work;
to unsnare time’s warp(and woof!), retrieving,
my haze-headed friend, you. This shining bark,

a Zen master’s bronzy gong, calls you here,
entirely, now; bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow.

Kim and Judy, like the golden retriever in this poem, call me to be here and now. That is among their great teachings for me. Bow-wow!

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When I need to remember joy and rekindle my belief in humanity I get on the ferry to Bainbridge Island to visit my friend Judy and her husband Kim. They are without question the most abundant, gratitude-filled people I know. The precious few hours I have with them are laughter-filled, life-full, and rich in mischief and poetry. They are like fine chocolate (the highest compliment I can give). I took the ferry yesterday for a visit.

Four years ago, they were hiking on a remote trail when Kim suffered a massive stroke. Judy’s phone had a brittle connection and within minutes a helicopter found them and Kim was airlifted to a hospital. He survived. He spent months in intensive care. He lost the left side of his body completely and has very limited use of his right side. He lives his life in a wheel chair. Judy uses mechanical lifts to get him from chair to bed, bed to chair, chair to toilet, etc. They had no health insurance (they both worked in service organizations, teaching, providing mediation, helping communities around the world in need learn how empower themselves and better their lives. Health insurance was beyond their means). Judy is Kim’s full-time caregiver. She has someone come in 3 hours a week to relieve her. Their life is mostly lived within the confines of their small home.

This is their circumstance. Within their circumstance they choose life! Kim teaches children about people with disabilities. He serves on the library’s board of directors. Judy works with ESL students and continues (somehow) her work in mediation. Kim can no longer read so they read books together. There are streams of friends coming in to read with them, to talk politics, to share recipes, poetry, make music and art. We celebrated and then ate with great attention the first tomato of the season. We stole cookies from each others plate and created titles for poems about hummingbirds and good shtick for comedy routines. We listened to bird song and appreciated the sun on our faces. We savored life as we lived it in that moment. I left to catch the ferry home when members of their sangha began arriving for their weekly meditation group.

Kim and Judy’s life is not easy. Their limits are strict and unforgiving.
And, they teach me that vibrant life knows no limitation; vibrant life merely requires us to choose it.

[to be continued]

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My dear Sam, poet, photographer and lover of life, is working on a presentation for coaches entitled The Art of Coaching. In preparation he asked a few lovely questions of his artist friends. He asked us not to think about it but to respond with our first thoughts. His questions were: under what conditions does an artist flourish? What do you notice about the environment around you and in you when you are at your best artist self?

Here was my no-thought response:

It is perhaps too simple but this is what I know and experience: the artist in me becomes present (it is all about presence; artistry is not something you do as much as something you are)- there is no past or future, just what is before me (and in me) in that moment and we are not separate: the poem or the painting or the story and I are one fluid thing. The world (my seeing) moves from nouns to verbs, from object focused to process focused. When I am present the environment, my seeing of my environment, comes “alive;” the colors are more intense, the sounds and textures of my space richer and clearer. I guess, in my artist self, there ceases to be a separation between me and my environment, I am not moving through a day, I am in the day. All concepts of “time” disappear. I am the creator, the creating, and the created.

Artists flourish when the emphasis in life is moved from “answer seeking” and placed on “question engagement” – the capacity to explore, engage,…to sit solidly in uncertainty: that is the environment (and I think it is an internal environment) necessary for humans to flourish and fulfill their creative impulse.

Like me, Sam believes that all humans are infinitely creative. He’s dedicated his life to helping people reacquaint themselves with the inner artist that they sent packing too many years ago to remember.
The coaches attending his session are lucky, indeed. I’ve cautioned him to hide all the crayons in the hotel as his session might inspire all of those over-serious pucker-faced adults to sit on the floor and doodle on the walls.

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Apples are not oranges.

Government is not business. It has fiscal responsibilities, yes, but the intention of government is fundamentally different than the intention of a business. Government is how a state (state = a group of people who share a common identity) manages itself. A group of people, even with a common story, has multiple points of view and has to have some mechanism for maintaining a healthy commons. Government concerns itself with what a community values. It is the functional layer of the question, “who are we?” Business is not in the least concerned with values. Business would have you believe that is provides something of value. This is sometimes true and sometimes not.

Education is not business. While it also has fiscal realities the purpose of education is not to make money. The purpose of education is to support a new generation of citizens, expansive, curious, dynamic, human beings capable of critical thought, constructive debate, capable of sharing and perpetuating a common narrative. Education is not about answers. It is about this question: Who are we (and the individual variation, “who am I?”)? If education is not about self-knowledge, then it is about nothing. The era of education-as-factory is collapsing on itself.

The arts will never make money; art is not business. The purpose of art is to hold, maintain and renew the identity of the culture. Artist’s hold the necessary sacred space for exploring the question, “who are we?” When the purpose of art in a culture becomes the making of money, the culture is already dead: despite its appearance the core of the apple is rotten.

News is not entertainment. The purpose of news is to report without bias the events of the world. Hopefully, news informs the community, it provides the necessary information for good decision-making. When the purpose of news becomes to attract the most viewers (make money), to influence opinion or to promote a point of view (make money), it is no longer news. It is something else.

In the collision between old world ideas and the reality of the world in which we live it is increasingly more difficult to discern between apples and oranges and it is more and more imperative that we remember how to do so. Confusing the intention of government, education, art, news,…, with the intention of business is to forget the essential in pursuit of the superficial. It becomes the default answer to the question, “who are we?”

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Lessons come to me in loops; I get the learning, incorporate it into my life, and then it loops away until one day I find myself learning the lesson again. Today, the lesson that looped back is about focus placement. For the past several weeks I’ve been focusing on the struggle. I’ve been seeing a thick muddy swamp that I need to cross.

I’ve wondered why I am so tired lately and incapable of sustaining my intentions. And then this morning a client told me about her greatest learning and she said, “ I’ve learned that I need to put my energy and focus into the light and not into doing combat with the darkness.”

I laughed. I know better and have learned this lesson many times and will probably learn it again several times before my focus no longer slips into the swampy darkness. Today I’m re-learning that I need to put my energy and focus into the light. I have the capacity to see what I want to create instead of focusing on my obstacles. No amount of mud can daunt me when my focus, my energy, my will, my intention are on what I create. In fact, the swamp often disappears when I stop insisting that it is there.

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Patti Digh and I have very few hard fast rules but one that is sacred above all is this: you must stop at a lemonade stand and buy whatever passes for lemonade from the kids. No exceptions. Lemonade stand = immediate thirst. A few months ago we stopped at a stand on the way to the store and, because we took the same route home, we stopped again. No exceptions.

Last night I took a walk to unwind the knot in my mind. I turned the corner and saw the lemonade stand to beat all lemonade stands. Had I never stopped at lemonade stands, had I been the lemonade Grinch, I would have stopped at this one; the 3 young girls operating the stand gave passers-by no choice. They were 100% in.

It is important to know that I heard the stand before I saw it; before turning the corner I thought there must be horde of teenage boys cruising the streets to show off their cars: the music was loud, rowdy, heavy on the base, hip hop. Instead of boys peacocking, I turned the corner and saw three little girls, perhaps 6 years old, each in pink ballerina tights and skirts, dancing with full heart and throttle a choreographed piece, punctuating every 8th downbeat by shouting “LEMONADE!” Cars careened to the side of the road as if caught in the magnetic field of these three dynamic girls channeling the spirit of Tina Turner. Invisible hands grabbed unsuspecting evening-strollers and pulled us into line.

The lemonade and Dixie cups sat on a table stage left, it was serve yourself and put your money in the jar. I spied a dutiful mother waiting behind a hedge, ready to refill the pitcher when it ran low; the line was long and slow and no one wanted to leave.

Like other patrons, I left an extra dollar for the privilege of having our lives so enthusiastically and abundantly affirmed: no holds barred living! They gave me a new image for making BIG offers and those little magicians danced that knot right out of my mind.

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I am 18 years old and work at a school for developmentally disabled children and adults. I spend the majority of each day in the therapy pool: the water is VERY warm to help with mobility, to soothe and loosen the stiff or frozen muscles and joints of the students.

I love this work because the simple things are never taken for granted. A student, Danny, has been working for months to catch a ball. One day in the pool his little frozen hand managed to stretched open and a miracle happened: it closed in time to catch the red sponge ball. After a moment of stunned silence everyone in the pool roared in triumph. Word spread outside the pool and down the hall. The whole school cheered and people cried; Danny caught the ball. By the size of the celebration a visitor might have thought we won the world cup (we did).

This is what I learned: when eating takes Herculean effort, when walking down the hall requires all the energy that you have for a day, when the greater society will never know how to include you, when it takes all the love in your heart and effort in your body to open your hand, you are much more capable of seeing the miracles; they are all around us.

Sometimes when I have stopped seeing, when the colors of this world go dull and flat, I remember Danny and remember that the miracles are riding the bus with me or sitting in the next desk, or driving in the car that just cut me off. I remember that each of us has something that we desperately want to do and strive to do and fear to do. I remember that it may not seem like much from other people’s perspective but each of us, in one way or another, is trying to open our hand and catch that little red sponge ball.