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what is it about superheroes?

I have a 12 year old son, and so superhero movies are as relevant to me right now as they will ever be, and certainly more in-my-face than I anticipate them ever being again. Just my  luck that this coincides with Marvel’s domination of the box office. Superheroes, all the time.

I’ve liked most of the movies more than I expected to given the violence and nefariousness, but what I’ve enjoyed most is the banter between the superheroes during the crises. They keep their wits about them. They don’t feel doomed by whatever is happening and give up. It’s no big thing, just another day at the office.

This presence of mind and confidence in skill and willingness to embrace whatever is happening now – these feel like good models. Again, I’m surprised.

I think calm might be the currency of the new millenium. That’s the luxury brand. You can spot it from a distance – it’s as conspicuous as louboutins. Calm presence.

This busyness paradigm has held the floor growing ever-increasing volumes of activities until most people I know are literally at their breaking point. Luckily, most of them are thrilled about it, happy not to be bored, appreciating the variety of activities life can contain. But a huge swath of the population is exhausted and doesn’t see an end in sight. That spot sucks. Time poverty plus dubious fiscal security is a time bomb I expect will cause a cultural implosion in my lifetime. I’m so excited to see what comes next.

I loved the nickelodeon show “Avatar: the last airbender” because their superhero powers come from the earth itself. Fluency in harnessing nature and engaging it – that seems like the kind of superpower I would like.  I imagine that the next iteration of human culture will need to include a profound level of systems acknowledgment, and nobody “gets” that better than earth herself. I’m pretty sure she’s the one who is going to show us the way out of this mess. and calmly.

oh wow. oh boy. holy moly.

i am pretty excited. it may not be news to anyone but me, but it is new to me and i am so excited about it.

I’ve always struggled a little with the boddhisatva vow, of waiting until every other sentient being is enlightened before entering nirvana. I’ve long imagined it as a sort of cosmic Chip and Dale routine (oh, please, you go first)… I am sure it is phrased more beautifully than that, but I struggled with it. Wouldn’t it make sense to get as far along the path as we can to ‘tip the scales’ towards more enlightenment?

Oh, baby. You probably see all of the flaws in that paragraph. I never have.

in the Students of the Guides channeling tonight, the guides spoke, as they often have, about lifting others to the upper room, and that if there is anyone you’re excluding from the upper room, you can’t be in it.

The guides teach the upper room as a higher octave, the frequency of being that receives all of life as the divine – nothing is excluded. So, of course as soon as we start to draw lines and exclude things, we are not in unity. it’s not that hard a concept, but it is very hard to implement in my daily life because some things feel so obviously out of alignment it’s hard to render them acceptable in any way.

Take that to the judgment chapter in The Shack, or ACIM, and we see that any judgment we make beyond the choices for our own being in the moment we are in, purports a level of awareness of incalculable factors. Humbled by the vast potential of valid perspectives, we can cease judging and offer the possibility that we can’t understand it all and just perhaps it is all unfolding with a wisdom and grace we cannot see through the proverbial trees. We accept that and we begin to trust. And this brings us to worrying about only ourselves, or taking responsibility for only ourselves – at least that’s where it brought me. And my cousin and her hula hoop. But what she knows, and what I learned today, is that:

We’ve got to lift everything we encounter to the Upper Room to be in the upper room ourselves. Acknowledging the divinity flowing through each and every aspect of each and every experience is what lifts us to the Upper Room (not our exceptional discernment or spiritual prowess) – it is lifting everything we encounter as being of the divine and unfolding as divine expression (no matter what it may look like – accepting it as even a possibility) – this is the action of upgrading consciousness. Lifting everything to it. Acknowledging everything as in truth being already there.

And in so doing, fulfilling the bodhisattva vow.

Not because the bodhisattva is sitting there waiting patiently for all of us malcontents to get our act together and enter ourselves, but because the bodhisattva is honoring everything as already being there.

The guides have discussed plenty of times that what you damn damns you back. Anything we say couldn’t possibly be in the upper room immediately draws us out of it. Withholding anything, excluding anything spins us out of unity. I’ve gotten that conceptually, but this sense of ‘by doing the lifting of everything/everyone/eventhatguy’ to the upper room is actually how we get there – this fulfills the balancing of the only taking responsibility for my own actions/being. That seemed too “I” focused for “wellness” but taking responsibility for receiving everything as whole and holy no matter how it presents–well, this is groundbreaking for me. I am very excited.

So, then i look up the real bodhisattva vow – tough to nail down just one wording, but here’s what I find (after years of this misintepretation of a cosmic Chip and Dale routine between bodhisattvas and the whole of sentient beings)

“Beings are numberless. I vow to liberate them all.”

Ties in with tonight’s teaching entirely. I liberate them by acknowledging them as they are in truth right here in this moment, and in doing so, i liberate myself.

genius.

freedom.

wow.

 

the exchange

Shifting to full responsibility for the self, with the felt sense of the self as the primary guiding factor, is the easiest and most direct path to a bright life I’ve ever encountered, and it seems to be in most of the wisdom traditions, and the humor and happiness of the people who practice it is palpable. That’s why it’s so confusing when people fully discount it as impossible, too much work, and/or not available to them (as if the feeling state isn’t inherent in every second of every day). I am (sortof) enjoying cataloguing the variety of dismissal. No, I don’t have time to breathe and check in with myself because I am simply too busy (as if we do not all breathe all day long)…No, I really need to hang on to this nasty feeling that won’t go away, because I don’t want to express it because then I wouldn’t be kind (as if fake kindness is more important than real intimacy)… No, I have too many stressors that take all of my time and attention and so I don’t have time for that luxury (pro tip: the luxury (granted) is a luxury of attention (not time) and by taking  attention away from the stressors, the stressors shift).

I think it might have more to do with “I want to climb this mountain and see all of the sights on the way up” rather than taking the easy way out. I’m not really sure. All I know is that I am the happiest I have ever been and every day it gets deeper, every time i do the practice and commune with people who care about wholeness, participating in the world with the orientation of wholeness, receptivity and expression – my heart gets lighter, my head gets quieter, my days get funnier and my relationships get deeper. And it’s free. And constantly available. And true.

As I younger woman, I definitely would’ve considered this an easy way out (which it is) and not nearly as fun as the drama (herein lies the key: is the drama fun?). The drama kicked my ass. I came out on top frequently enough and loved the thrill of that enough that I would continually get back in the ring. But, man, a solid 80% of the time the elements of the ring and the dynamics at play kept me on alert, at least low-level stress, and a deep longing to come out on top (whatever the situation would be). Thinking about it now, I can see why my body revolted, and I can’t thank it enough. Trading stress for presence, pictures of a future for experience of the moment – how on earth do we get trained into a life of anxiety when a life of connection is literally within and all around us? That is some pretty serious cultural programming.

Here’s a piece: even when we unplug from the cacophony and inhabit our own selves, very often there is a cross-over period wherein we want to still win the old game with the new way of being. Mindfulness leading to Business Mastery. And there are plenty of people out selling that. But the real delight is when the only scorecard is the one in your heart. and it’s full. and that’s all you need.

There is a saying “if you’re so smart, why aren’t you rich” and I asked myself that question from time to time. But what does the “smart” mean? and what does “rich” mean? Today, while i fill out the last 5 minutes of this focus, I think smart means successfully doing things that bring you the results you intend, and rich means replete with that which matters most to you.

Financial security is a wonderful luxury, but in my experience, it can have a sneaky way of eroding. Security itself, as I feel into it, comes from agency – from feeling capable of engaging with the full range of dynamics inherent in a life with more moving parts than we can track. The feeling that our contribution is valuable and our vulnerabilities will be met in relationship. That feels like security today

and that’s time!

Best Easter Exercise Ever

I’m in a book club of Barbara Sher’s “Live a Life You Love” really delightful and doubly insightful program. It just so happens that the exercise this week has been around identifying things you *loved* as a child, anything you enjoyed doing, and why. There are more steps, each of them got more and more fun, but having this happen during Easter week was really superb because Ressurection of the Love Within Us – this is a worthwhile Easter ritual, yes?

We have to die to the life we think we need to wake up to the life that’s true. present. happening. in love. as love. reliably.

Identifying things you loved and why. I learned so much about myself through this – things that immediately rang true, but i’ve been overlooking and making assumptions about for years. what a lovely wake-up. For example, I thought I wanted to control things, but what I really long for is to be contributing authorship to things that are important to me, being a knowlegeable and positive part of the narrative. This is a huge shift. Working with people who truly care and supporting each other and promoting movement… such a different context of my interpretation of a specific, felt-sense drive. I thought it was me wanting to be famous (which turned my stomach just a little, as acknowledging Eric Klein’s ‘spiritual red carpet’ image), but it was really just wanting to be in lively, contributory conversation with people who care and naturally impacting the object/subject of attention. HUGE difference. Less embarassing AND more attainable. win-win.

Going back to our innocence, to the time when our interests got swept up for hours because we could, activities of choice and that calm alertness to topics we love. Reconnecting with even the most minute memories of enjoyment (for me, for example, it was coloring at 5) has led me on a surprising series of insights about what I really care about and want to do. I never would’ve expected it.

Barbara’s exercise asks for 9 memories – 3 from young childhood, 3 from adolescence, and 3 from young adulthood. i had trouble so just did every 5 years and then a few others popped in i remembered but don’t fully remember the timescale. then think about what you loved about the activity. Then, she has this killer exercise that comes after, but you’ll have to ask me about that if you’re interested. This step is insightful enough to fulfill my Easter Renewal urge.

people that get it…

it is so nice to be around people who get it. my cousin Debbie is in town and she so completely gets the key to happiness, and employing it she is happy. and she expresses it so lovelely.. She calls it her hula hoop, but only what is in the hula hoop is hers to control, and it’s a pretty small hula hoop – in fact she keeps a quarter on her desk and ‘that’s’ her hula hoop. As she told me about it, i could see how basic that hula hoop really is… am I sitting, standing or lying down or in motion? Am i hungry or cold or comfortable? what am I feeling? what part of me is showing up? these are such great questions and so few people ask them. there’s a lot of ‘what needs to change’ and ‘how do i get what i need?” – so much better with ‘how is this showing up in the feeling state of my body” – anyway, I’m really moved lately by how very graced I feel to be in this conversation and in this knowing of peace and happiness and in relationship with people who also care about it and can support this wonderful approach to life.

Debbie and I agreed that we cannot convince a soul to slow down. if they’re not ready, they can’t see it. and it’s so easy, and they don’t believe it one iota. it’s the immediate release of all the crap, and they’re just not convinced that’s the best way to approach it. And that’s cool. it may well be a time-of-life thing and you can’t get it til you get it. okey dokey. i’m psyched to be in this time-of-life, then. I really love it.

I also ran into a friend that completely lost interest when i said i wasn’t doing this for money. and i thought, but i do feel compensated: i do feel like i am getting a lot of current (if not currency)… i am being paid handsomely in peace of mind, curiosity, relaxation, interest, enhanced relationships, enjoying the way i’m spending my time. Plus then there’s the neuroplasticity that is integrating wholeness at night since i spend so much time on it during the day. it’s like compound interest. i think there’s something in here–this is an economic shift even though the states shifting don’t know how to quantify the trading… units of measurement are elusive: but then again Maya (the great Hindu concept of illusion) means ‘that which can be measured” – so maybe this new form of compensation, of currency, of effect – maybe this felt sense is the foundation of what is next… I gotta tell you, as this relaxed into my body, I’ve felt *Loaded* and that I have multiple streams of income, and i’m confident in my children’s ability to thrive and Tucker and my natural evolution to deeper levels of love freedom and relationship.  Yes, I feel *really* well compensated.

observed phenomena..

Of course as soon as I talk about Bodyfulness sessions being regularly shared, I have a few moments to myself. It’s interesting. I really enjoy the dedicated time, and so I am not disappointed, but there is a voice inside me saying “did I do something wrong?” Even though I am not upset. Isn’t that strange? Isn’t that just so obviously conditioning? Being so quick to think there is a problem? I have a problem? I *am* a problem?

Thank goodness for the practice, because as I take a deep breath and relax into the feeling state of my body, it is clear: no problem. It is clear: only opportunity. Opportunity to listen, to be, to bask. to be curious, to relax, to let whatever arises arise. Even if it is a question of worth.

When my mind distracts and goes into that question, the practice invites that question to show itself in my body, reveal any physical correlative space. Today it is in my jaw most prominently. OK, jaw. I hear you. I can be with you. I invite you to relax with me, but it is not necessary. I love you as you are and hold the space for your relaxing, provide the breath which maybe you can ride towards relaxing, but especially as I release my resistance to your tension and let you be as you are.

and as i deepen my attention to the feeling state of my entire body, a great openness is available that invites the tensions to dissolve. the feeling state is open, it is a judgment- free zone. it is relaxation itself.

and then another thought. and another physical referencing, and another opportunity to ride the relaxation of the exhalation into curiosity, equanimity, peace and presence.

Talk about going to the gas station. Filling up. Making the vehicle capable of going miles and miles with ease.

I noticed this this morning as well. The thought “I might be screwing this whole thing up.” the checking in with the feeling state of the body: a general feeling of wholeness, some specific areas of holding tension, the releasing of resistance to said tension, in some cases the relaxing of tension, in other cases the equanimity with it just being there. there, within the feeling of wholeness. This feeling of wholeness? i consider it excellent evidence that I am not “screwing this whole thing up.” That thought, while juicy and sticky to my mind, holds no sway in my body. Thank you, body. It is nice to have someone reasonable on the team. Before i started putting my attention on you, my mind may have taken me on a particularly uncomfortable journey with that thought – one that perverted the present moment into an assessment of the future based on some metric I’m not even sure I value. I wasted a lot of time that way, and gave myself significant unnecessary anguish. Excellent habit to break! But it is my body that broke the habit. The mind could not – believe me, I tried.

Another thought: maybe i am ruining my children by not making them jump through the standard hoops. Wouldn’t it serve them better to opt to more rigorous hoops than simply no hoops at all? It is a question. Every part of me would’ve predicted I’d set some deliciously challenging hoops for my kids, making them little superheroes capable of crushing anything. I am surprised by my choices, but I can’t deny the results. I can get insecure and question the future as much as I want, but assessing the present moment, much like checking in with the body, reveals wholeness. Areas for growth? Naturally. but from a position of wholeness into greater states of wholeness.

This is not a popular way of being, which I admit still makes me question it. But as I reference those questions into the feeling state of my body, the experience I receive as reply offers a surity no amount of thinking could replicate. I’ll take it. by simply being with it. and being very, very grateful.

well, that was fun…

I really like this shared practice. I’ve only had a few minutes with no sharers these last few weeks, and I have to admit I like all the ways. I like it when it’s one-on-one, I like it when it’s a group, and I like the moments to be in the practice as a solo practitioner. The great news, though, is that having company in this resonant field strengthens it, and seems to strengthen the moments throughout the day when I pause and check in with the feeling state of the body. I go deeper, faster. The listening takes on a much different quality than had attended it prior to this experiment of shared practice. Even the listening takes on a quality of being.

I think at the beginning of the practice overall, when I started using the phrase “the focus of attention on the feeling state of the body,” probably about 2 years ago, the listening was marked by both a sense of curiosity and importance and “I hope this works.” “I hope that eventually I can understand what is going on inside, make sense of it, and open up my life through it.”

I do not understand what is going on inside.

Don’t let that dissuade you, I’ve always been rather slow on the uptake with languages. and I’m pathetically literal as any of my sly or sarcastic friends will attest.

That this is not about understanding, though, is the biggest revelation. It is simply about being, which seems to me infinitely easier than understanding. And it is about integration, which happens naturally and in its own time when given the space and freedom. To quote Eric Klein again, progress “proceeds at the pace of integration.” We can understand a thousand things and have literally none of them impact our lives. When we integrate, everything changes and cannot revert to old patterns. Trying to shift old patterns is really difficult. Integrating wisdom, though, does it effortlessly. Accessing wisdom, step one. recognizing it, step two. sitting with it just as it is (ie., not trying to ‘do something’ with it, jump-start it, etc) might just be step 3. Whether we access that through meditation or napping, I don’t think integration takes root under pressure of any sort. Certainly not in my experience. Relaxing feels remarkably effective.

I really did spend a lot of time trying to pressure myself into becoming. Just thinking about it now makes me exhausted. As I check in with the feeling state of the body, as I relax with my exhalations I feel an unfolding throughout the body. Thomas Hübl talks about “complexity is simplicity in the wrong size container.” I was enamored with complexity, thinking it demonstrated an intellectual capacity that would be able to construct an impressive amount of peace and prosperity for myself and all, if only i could put all of the right complexities into place and I needed a few more (obviously, since i hadn’t coalesced them into peace or resounding success yet). Relaxing as a practice expanded the container, is expanding the container. Then the complex becomes simple and the peace is already there, and that feeling sensation of peace sings the song of resounding success regardless of what might be going on outside of the feeling state of the body. Indeed, then I get to bring that resonance to whatever is going on outside. That’s new. and infinitely more productive than bringing my newly contrived interpretation of complexity to whatever situation I’m hoping to impact. I mean, every once in a while it worked. Enough to keep me enamored of my complexity-perpetuating mind.

This relaxing, though, works every time. The more relaxation, the easier. It makes no sense to the mind that has been trained that busyness produces results. Relaxing produces results and a bit of laughter.

I’m still not sure how to broaden this relaxing into the world of developing profession. I’m relaxing into it and so far find the whole process extremely gratifying. I know with some certainty the models I am not interested in following. I am curious about how it may unfold. And, although curiosity often involves turning over stones and things, this curiosity feels more patient than exploratory, and that feels relieving. I mean, I love exploration and the pursuit of satisfying curiosity, too. and that often comes into play. But today, right now, this restfulness feels right and feeling right is so delicious, I think i’ll sit i

 

Noticing and Choice

Noticing, while it seems simple, is a remarkably powerful act. It’s subtle. It doesn’t take much effort, but it opens up a new world of possibility that Not-noticing would have you think doesn’t exist.

We notice things we are tuned to notice. The adage, “you find what you’re looking for”  fits. Right now, I’m looking for times that I’m holding a habitual tension that is absolutely unnecessary and I am definitely finding them (even though, through this practice, I finally am also finding times when I am not), but the cool thing (for me) is that (finally) I am not reprimanding myself or cursing the fact that I established this dastardly habit. Now I’m just so dang happy I’m noticing. Because noticing lets me make a choice. And even if I have to make that choice again in 5 minutes, I’m feeling happy that I’m directing my attention in this way. I mean, most of my attention used to go to all the things I haven’t yet accomplished in life and developing strategies to redeem myself. This is a much better choice.

I’m also noticing patterns in people around me, and as I sortof wondered how not to become a proselytizer, I remembered some excellent training I received from the Ishaya’s Ascension people and remembered compassion. But not just any compassion. Compassion and then the turning inward of that compassion to activate a vibrational resonance of wholeness, so that I can use the noticing of what I’m perceiving as pain to be call for me to clean up my own vibration.

We had a discussion last week about people we might have felt compassion for, but through this bodyfulness practice, can see them in their wholeness and in many cases that compassion was misplaced – that compassion was actually judgemental or ableist or worse. Oh, how coming from the body instead of the mind saves us from even our “best” selves.

I don’t mean to demonize the mind, there. I really mean to spotlight the perspective of wholeness, which of course includes the mind but does not render it “special” or “in charge” in any way.

So noticing is my new “achievement.” I used to really, really work to achieve things (you know, so I could value myself), now I’m really happy if I’m noticing little habits that don’t serve me – because that little act packs a whole lot of power. It is the threshold of choice and choice is the entryway to freedom (which we all have all of the time, except in our own perception). Noticing my shoulders creeping up while I’m cutting vegetables is as big a win as most of the things I spent my days working toward. Mindless doing the grand gestures has got NOTHING on small gestures tended to by our own wholeness.

 

failure doesn’t mean as much

I’ve been talking a lot about the changes i’ve noticed in the way I’m going about my life – that for the first time, I checked in with my body and was far more relaxed than I’ve ever been, that I’ve made fewer small swears, etc. and of course today, after saying it again, I did each thing almost in order.

It made me laugh.

What a win! It made me laugh. It showed me not to think I’m “done” and to know that it’s process. I didn’t take it as a failure as much as the comedy of observed phenomenon immediately reverting to old patterns. All of the things I felt were gentle and funny and reminding me not to get ahead of myself here. Remember, I’m not trying to fix, I’m trying to notice and I noticed all of those things. So it was a win. Even if, at the same time, it was a series of remissions.

This noticing, this willingness, this curiosity over control – this is what I want to cultivate. And every time I think I’m ready to “walk the spiritual red carpet” as Eric Klein might say, life trips me in the funny way. And I’m so grateful!

I want to laugh more, and I want to notice more, to catch myself without judging myself…

I love the paradigm that has stopped me looking to “complete things properly/ideally” and recognizing that life is process and seemingly it will always be process, and that by engaging in life wholebodily, wholeheartedly, I am in the process in a way that fully negates “right” and “wrong” and fully embraces “now” and “we’ll see” and trust and curiosity.

None of this was available to me when the mind held the only keys to my day. And it has been developing as I’ve engaged in this practice, beginning with the tiny step of a single breath per day acknowledging the possibility of wholeness. And as I “curate my time” to make this checking into the feeling state of the body so regular as to be one of my primary activities of the day, the benefits just keep unfolding.

Not to say that every day will hold this kind of discovery. But, it might. And when it doesn’t, I know how to re-engage, how to re-focus. Because once you know, you can’t unknow. And yet, because it’s an ever-unfolding revelation, once you think you “know” (as a state instead of a process)then life will, in my experience, very gently, very comically, very certainly remind you that we’re all just walking each other home…

today’s challenge

My challenges lately have been bite-sized. As I engage in this practice, my body drains the drama out of the situation at hand, and it becomes much more manageable, much less potentially catastrophic, and gentler. I’m appreciating this trend. I’m also feeling that as long as I’m consulting this internal universe, the external universe will be doling things out in appropriate measure. It’s only when I’m in my head, dedicated to “figuring it out” that the size and intensity creep back up.

It’s very rewarding to hear the success stories from some of the people who have been frequenting the online practice. Real ease. Exchanging anxiety for curiosity (best trade-up ever) and negative self-talk for inquiry. Yesterday a woman who had only come twice came back in fascination at how well it works, how easy it is, how completely in control of it she feels. My guess is she’d done a lot of work to prepare the soil, but she is not the first person to gasp in disbelief at how impactful this practice is every time we use it.

The difficult part now is not proselytizing. Watching people struggle with exactly the kinds of anxiety, frustration, desperation and searching for answers that this practice cures quite quickly. It’s particularly tough when they’re too busy for it, as if they’re not breathing 20,000 times per day anyway. That’s just the acculturated mind’s way… It wants to be in charge, and anything it didn’t come up with it isn’t particularly interested in. That’s got to be ok.

I imagine it is how my body has felt towards me all of this time. I’ve got the key, it’s simple, reliable and right in front of you – or more accurately right inside you, but I was stubborn and insisted on climbing mountains and diving depths, exploring mazes and ruminating. And it sat there, with the answers, just waiting for me to turn to it so it could gently yet powerfully turn the lights on.

This is a gigantic step, and you can’t force a flower to bloom. Oh, the infinite love in the universe is evident in its infinite patience for our ridiculous flailings. I guess it’s part of the adventure. I’m certain it has purpose, else it wouldn’t be here. Trying to figure out that purpose would be a tremendous waste of time, methinks, because the figuring out is most of the problem.

One of the most satisfying effects of this practice is the settling of the mind. You’d think the mind would resist, and maybe it does – i’m far enough in I’m not entirely sure – but much like a rowdy toddler, it is actually delighted to have some guidance, to have a grown-up in charge facilitating that ice cream cone and while it may protest bedtime, it does so while yawning and closing its eyes. My mind has become calmer, more accepting and a hell of a lot more fun – I’d say over the last two years, but then exponentially so with this shared practice the last two months. I have had a lifelong habit of gasps and little swears when things don’t happen as I expect. Drove my kids nuts. I haven’t done it in 2 weeks, maybe 3, even when it’s surprising or particularly annoying. I check in with my body and everything feels ok. sometimes i even laugh. now there is another excellent trade-up.

Paying attention to our bodies and honoring what we find has another fantastic benefit i don’t know if i’ve mentioned before. You want other people to honor their bodies as well. When I would readily subjugate my body for a “higher purpose,” I expected other people to do the same – not doing so would be evidence of disinterest or laziness or something. Now, I find “because I don’t feel like it” a perfectly acceptable excuse. I don’t want people to do what they don’t want to do anymore, no matter how much sense it makes to me. I am curious about what percentage of the world’s problems are caused by people doing things they truly aren’t aligned with in the name of some cause they’d really like to help. I think the best way to help is to be ourselves and follow our natural energy levels and interests (which are always changing and always in flux). That’s another thing people have been mentioning, this dedication to self and care for self really frees up a lot of stress. And as we tend to ourselves, sometimes we find we have genuine contributions we can make. subtly. no need for grandstanding. just the outward expression of our love for this very diverse world…