Sunday, May 17, 2015

Cultivating Compassion - Today and Every Day ...

As our nation enters into another season of political campaigning, cultivating compassion is as important as ever.   We need to ask ourselves in our deeds and in our language: What are we teaching our children about what it means to be human?    

Compassion is not weakness—rather, it is a decision to connect deeply with our fellow sojourners, both human and non-human, and in the process  engage in the positive transformation of ourselves and our world.  Compassion may be one of the more powerful ways we transform our world for the better: it allows us to see things from another point of view and it is one means by which we can live our positive intentions. 

Cultivating compassion starts with self-compassion: connecting with the deepest part of ourselves.  In doing so we seek to understand what motivates us, we suspend self-judgment and negative self-talk, and allow ourselves to be present to whatever we are experiencing in the moment.   The act of noticing, of paying attention and of experiencing gives us the information we need to make decisions and choices about where to spend our energies. This ultimately leads us to take action that transforms our own internal structures and, in doing so, the world around us.

Both to offer and to receive compassion is a blessing.   Paradoxically, by cultivating compassion, we also experience the pain of our world and the pain of others while at the same time living life more fully.

Cultivating compassion, as a practice, creates the conditions for positive change in our own lives.   The decision to cultivate compassion, and the powerful practice of noticing but not judging, in itself creates good benefit for ourselves and others. 

Many communities around the globe are endorsing the International Charter for Compassion as a way to bring awareness to their own community and promoting the cultivation of community compassion through action.  The Charter for Compassion is a worldwide effort launched by noted religious scholar Karen Armstrong and elaborated in her book Twelve Steps to a Compassionate Life.  The Charter for Compassion document, now translated into more than 30 languages, transcends religious, ideological and national difference, and is supported by many leading thinkers from many spiritual traditions.  From the Charter:
“We urgently need to make compassion a clear, luminous and dynamic force in our polarized world. Rooted in a principled determination to transcend selfishness, compassion can break down political, dogmatic, ideological and religious boundaries. Born of our deep interdependence, compassion is essential to human relationships and to a fulfilled humanity. It is the path to enlightenment, and indispensible to the creation of a just economy and a peaceful global community.”
The full text of the Charter for Compassion is well worth reading and can be found online at www.charterforcompassion.org.  



Sun, my sail and moon, my rudder,
As I ply the starry sea,
Leaning over the edge in wonder,
Casting questions into the deep.
Drifting here with my ship's companions,
All we kindred pilgrim souls,
Making our way by the lights of the heavens,
In our beautiful blue boat home. 
--Peter Mayer,  Blue Boat home

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Not-So-Silent Spring

In the midst of the California drought, I admit, I think about frogs. 

I think about them a lot.

So last summer, I hatched a plan.

I decided to hand dig a miniature garden pond.  My intention was to create a tiny oasis for creatures who might need water—and attract beneficial insects to the garden.  Plus, I thought—what better workout?  

So each morning, I dug for about an hour.  Fueled only by my imagination of the future oasis, I dug.  This was real work!  After a month of chipping away at the hard ground, I had successfully created a six foot long, four foot deep dry pit.

It looked more like a shallow grave than a future pond.
 
This is where my imagination helped.  If I squinted I could imagine what it might be like filled with water and teeming with life.  A masterpiece.
 
I carefully placed sand in the bottom of the pit to prevent rocks from puncturing a pod liner, and then installed the liner, surrounding it with stones I scrounged from elsewhere on the farm.  This was just in time for the first rains.  I collected rainwater, invested in a few pond plants to keep the water clean, and added a few “mosquito fish” (guppies, really) to keep us safe from pests.  Then I waited.

And I waited.

And waited.

First came the algae, which I dutifully skimmed off the pond.   
Imagine my delight at the sound of the first bullfrog. It worked!  I had a real pond!

What I did not consider when locating the pond was how loud frogs can be.  One frog became two, then four and then...   many. 
The tiny pond is a living oasis, a cacophony, drowning out conversation one might enjoy on the front porch.  As we walked by, the pond suddenly became silent, only to resume when we were a safe distance away.

Frogs make me smile.

Apparently, given habitat, frogs happily reproduce.  Thousands of frog eggs appeared in the pond just a two weeks ago.  Of course! 

Lesson: Create the conditions for life, and life will thrive.

With new life, comes joy...  and abundance.
Every frog on eleven acres was looking for a wet environment for its offspring.    Each day brings a new discovery.  At this writing, thousands of frog eggs have turned into polliwogs.  Song birds have arrived to celebrate the food source, and dragonflies dance above the oasis.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Both Books for you May 7-9

Both of my books: Tending the Soul's Garden and Entrepreneurs and the New Story are set to FREE download from May 7-9, 2015. If you haven't yet grabbed your copies, you can get them by clicking the book links here:

Tending the Soul's Garden

Entrepreneurs and the New Story

Sunday, April 26, 2015

4th Quarter and Goal...

I continue to be amazed at the grace and wit of this man in the face of ignorance and unimaginable indignities:



As a bonus, the "Anger Translator" is hilarious.  Enjoy!

Monday, April 20, 2015

The Five People Cammie Meets in Heaven.

I share the following reflection with those gathered at my sister Cammie's memorial service on April 19, 2015. --Denise


Recently, I read the book “The Five People You Meet in Heaven” by Mitch Albom  The story is about a man named Eddie who dies thinking that his life did not amount to much. At the time of his death, Eddie held onto anger for the injuries that befell him, regret for what he could not do, and he was still grieving his losses.   In this story, Eddie meets five people in heaven who gave him perspective about his life.

Cammie
At first, it seems that these people were chosen at random—-but it turns out that each shared an aspect of who Eddie was and why he lived.  These were people he had hurt (or even accidentally killed), people he needed to forgive, people who changed his life for the worse or for the better, people who taught him how to love and be loved. 

We do not always know who most impacts our life.


I got to thinking… Who would be the five people Cammie would meet in heaven?  Who would provide her with the greatest perspective about her life?  Who would be the people that she impacted greatly or who impacted her?  Who would she need to forgive?  What were the life lessons that these people might share with her—the lessons that made her who who she was in this life?




THE FIRST PERSON CAMMIE MEETS IN HEAVEN

The first of the five people that Cammie might meet would be a woman she didn’t even know, driving a station wagon full of kids.  The date was April 18, 1971—exactly 44 years ago.

My Dad wrote about that particular day:

“I spent the weekend helping my brother Harry remodel his cabin near Lake Tahoe.  It’s right after Easter.  The weather is beautiful on our return trip to Concord.  It’s about 78 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, and no smog.  how could anything happen on a beautiful day like this day, on April 18, 1971?  Something does happen right after we arrive home. 
It seems so insignificant at the time.
On this day, my youngest daughter Cammie runs up to the car of a friend of Harry’s wife.  No one realizes at the time that the friend’s daughter has Chicken pox.  Cammie pokes her little head through the open window and is exposed to the disease.”

That briefest of moments changed everything for our family.

Cammie does indeed contract chicken pox.  By May 3, 1971 she is rushed to the hospital in a coma, fighting for her life.  She has a rare form of encephalitis—a swelling of the major part of her brain.
Cammie was three years old.  I was twelve.  Linda nine,  Shelly was seven. 

Cammie would have died on May 3, 1971, and even many times the weeks and months following, if it had not been for the dedicated medical staff at Children’s Hospital in Oakland, doctors, nurses, physical therapists… all of whom she might wait for one day, as they cross into heaven, in order to share with them THEIR life story and why they mattered…



THE SECOND PERSON CAMMIE MEETS IN HEAVEN

This brings us to the second person Cammie might meet in Heaven.  She would not recognize this person either, because they never met face to face, but she would recognize his name.  He was a small boy.  I imagine he might approach her, extending his hand in introduction saying:

“Hi Cammie, my name is Honofre Angel”

You see, Honofre Angel died of rabies in April of 1971… in the same room C106 just a few days before Cammie arrived at Children’s Hospital.  He was 6 years old.  Like encephalitis, rabies also causes a swelling of the brain.

The medical team learned from Honofre.  Because of Honofre—they anticipated every complication and were able to save Cammie’s life.  In some sense, he gave his life so that she might live.

Honofre ANGEL was a name that we all knew.  Angel.

When my parents were deeply struggling with the weight of what was happening in 1971, when they believed Cammie would not make it, they remembered the sacrifice of Honofre Angel…  and this gave them hope.  Perhaps Honofre’s spirit was already working for Cammie as she fought for her life.

Cammie came so close to death that day in 1971.  But she did not die.  Thanks to Honofre Angel and the team at Children’s Hospital, and the sheer force of love of my parents, she battled back from the brink.  She lived.  She lived another 44 years.  She graduated from high school, from college, fell in love, married, struggled, loved and loved.

Cammie and my parents might be one of the five people a hospital porter might meet in heaven when it was his turn.  His name was Emanuel Whitfield.  In 1971, he gave my parents solace and great hope in the darkest of times.  In many ways, he represented all of the people who make a hospital work, who create a place of healing.  His words became the mantra for Cammie’s life:

“She’s going to make it” he said.  “She is a real fighter”

“A real fighter”.  Yes.  Cammie was a spirit that just Would. Not. Quit.  Cammie was indeed incredibly stubborn—-and the upside was that she had an incredible will to live.  My parents believed this with all their hearts.  The two of them literally loved her back to life, never giving up.


THE THIRD AND FOURTH PEOPLE CAMMIE MEETS IN HEAVEN

I am certain that Mom and Dad are the third and the fourth people Cammie would meet in heaven. 

How do I know this? Because Cammie told me!  Cammie and I had this most incredible conversation just a couple of weeks before she died.

On this day in late February, we nearly lost her.  Cammie was resuscitated—this was her last and most recent “Near Death Experience” (or NDE).  When she rallied back from this temporary death, she could only whisper…  I had my ear pressed close to her mouth to hear what she said.  She spoke quickly, and with passion and certainty.

She told me that she saw both our Mom and our Dad.  Mom told her to “go to God.”  Cammie shared with me that she did not feel that she was yet ready to die.  As it turns out she lived for another couple of weeks before she obeyed my mother.  During those intervening weeks, she literally re-lived her childhood trauma.  We all re-experienced the events of May 1971—and  each of us tried to make sense of what was happening... again.  She was dying— and this time there would be no rallying back.  Her body was failing her.  It was almost as if it was her destiny to relive that first event.


When Cammie described her NDE encounter with Mom and Dad, she also told me that she could not see Linda at that time.  She said that Linda was behind a veil, working her way to Mom.  Cammie felt a clarity and was greatly comforted that she saw Mom and Dad.  She was equally concerned that she could not (yet) see Linda.  I got the sense that she felt Linda would be with Mom soon.


THE FIFTH PERSON CAMMIE MEETS IN HEAVEN

So this brings us to the last person I imagine Cammie would see in heaven. 

This person I also know for sure.  How?  It came to me in a dream.. a dream I shared with Cammie the day before she died.

THE DREAM
The telephone rings and I answer it.  It is Linda’s voice!  She is very excited and happy saying “It’s me! It’s me!” I know it is her, but I keep asking “who is this?” hoping that she will say her name.  She just says “it’s me!”  Then she says “I made it!!!!  I’m with Mom!!!!”

I knew that this dream was meant to be shared with Cammie.  What I could not know was if she could hear me and understand it?  She was no longer able to communicate that evening before her death.


WHY?

I sometime wonder: What was the point of Cammie living 44 more years, only to relive her most terrifying childhood trauma?  What was the point of surviving in 1971 only to lose the very same battle in 2015, on a beautiful spring day not at all unlike the one 44 years ago?  What was the point of all this?

The key is this fifth person Cammie meets in heaven.

I imagine Cammie, arriving on the other side and seeing this last person. 
Linda and Cammie

There she is:  LINDA in all her brilliance, her fullness.  I imagine the encounter between the two of them, and Cammie being greeted by Linda with a long embrace.

I imagine Cammie saying:

“I missed you so much.”


Cammie gave Linda’s life meaning.  Linda was always there for her—even with her craziness.  And Cammie was there for Linda.  There was no judgement between them, only compassion, and unconditional love.

Linda was someone Cammie could help (and did help).  Cammie was someone Linda could help.  Perhaps in helping each other, they could both find their way, and could be there for each other in a way that no one else could.

I believe that Cammie took comfort knowing Linda would be there for her, and indeed Linda was waiting for Cammie to arrive. 

Of course Linda would be one of Cammie’s five.


When my time comes, I hope that two of the people I meet in Heaven are Cammie, whose will to live gave me another 44 years of her humor, her love and her indomitable spirit, and Linda, whose whimsey, generosity and love was always there for her sisters, even at the times she had so little to give.

All my sisters, Linda, Shelly and Cammie, have taught me so much about who I am, and helped me discover my own grace and spirit.  Cammie and Linda, in their dying, have taught me about what really matters in the end:

Kindness,
Compassion,
Service,
and Unconditional Love

This is the part of them that I can only hope becomes a part of me.






Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Why I like Weebly

I'm all for saving time and creating mobile-optimized websites easily.  Rather than struggle with wordpress plug-ins, kajabi, or counterintuitive product development, I can have it all on Weebly. 

Weebly is adding new features and the platform just keeps getting better and better.

They just added a couple of even cooler features: I can now password protect pages for groups and even add memberships.  What this enables is easy info-product creation!

Why I like Weebly:
  • It is beautiful.  This is saying something, becasue it used to be obviously NOT beautiful.  Weebly has hired some great designers, they have wonderful templates, and even better, their designs are very easily customized.  Weebly is coming close to doing everything you can do on Wordpress, without any of the hassle.
  • It is managed.  No need to worry about the latest plug-in to prevent hackers.
  • It is inexpensive  You can have great hosting, functionality and easy of use at a fraction of what you pay if you cobble all the pieces together yourself.
  • It is easy to use.  My clients can update it themselves without a webmaster.  I choose weebly over wordpress when I need to get something up quickly
  • It is powerful.  This also was not always the case.  Today, Weebly has proven to me that they are  growing more powerful over time, without losing ease-of-use.
  • It is under control.  You can download your html for backup at any time and host it elsewhere.  You can make changes without hiring someone.Way cool.
  • It is fast.  I put this site up in a couple of hours.  No need to call a web developer to test a new idea.
http://www.weebly.com/link/jGPl7o

Click here to join Weebly (it is an affiliate link, but it doesn't change my recommendation--plus you get a month of pro free)

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Everything is a Garden:

How to Thrive and Prosper While Changing the World.  Some thoughts on social and spiritual permaculture with the good folks at Benicia Community Gardens.