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Four Surefire Strategies for Getting Seriously Silly

S I L L Y !!

Now there’s a FUN word!  Say it a cou­ple of times.  See!!  Can you even say that word AND be grumpy at the same time?  I don’t think so!

To add to the silli­ness around here, today I have a spe­cial guest who will share four strate­gies she uses to bring out the silly!  Please wel­come Joy Tanksley, from Being Joy.  I’ve only recently got­ten to know Joy…and that name, Joy, is so fit­ting for her!!  Just look below at that FUN picture…now doesn’t that have JOY (and SILLY) writ­ten all over it!! 

Really, check out her site — it is chock-full of pure fun (like her danc­ing!!!). 

Today, Joy is not only wear­ing her bra in a dif­fer­ent spot…she is also giv­ing us all some great ways to get our own SILLY on!

Four Sure­fire Strate­gies for Get­ting Seri­ously Silly

 

Draw a crazy pic­ture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whis­tle through your comb.
Do a loony-goony dance
’Cross the kitchen floor,
Put some­thing silly in the world
That ain’t been there before.
 ~ Shel Sil­ver­stein

Silli­ness is a virtue that is often over­looked and highly under­rated. But I had the good for­tune of learn­ing its value from my incred­i­bly silly mother. It would totally embar­rass her if I told you that she would often per­form the “gas bal­let”, doing grande plies and dra­matic leaps while mak­ing the unmis­tak­able sounds of flat­u­lence with her mouth. So I won’t tell you she did that. Suf­fice it say that silly is part of my pedi­gree, and, in my expert opin­ion, we could all ben­e­fit from being a lit­tle more absurd, fool­ish, and ridicu­lous on a reg­u­lar basis.

Here are four of my per­sonal favorite ways to get seri­ously silly:

1. The Jelly Butt Game

This must be done in a pub­lic place and with a per­son who is eas­ily embar­rassed. With­out any warn­ing, begin gen­tly sway­ing back and forth and bend­ing your knees. Exclaim, “Uh oh! Oh no! It hap­pened! I have Jelly Butt!” At this point, move your body as if your rear end has turned into com­plete jelly. It’s best if you fall into your com­pan­ion for sup­port. But watch out! Jelly Butt is con­ta­gious. Your friend might some­day return the favor by hav­ing a sur­prise attack of Jelly Butt at your expense.

2. Bark Like a Dog
If you haven’t tried this, it’s a must. I can’t tell you how good this feels. Let go of all inhi­bi­tions. Get LOUD. Try dif­fer­ent types of barks – from yippy to bel­low­ing. Throw your head back and bark your head off! This one is deli­cious when done alone but is also great with a group.

3. Foot as Tele­phone
The next time someone’s foot is within reach, make a ring­ing noise like a tele­phone. Then answer their foot. They will be totally caught off guard, and will likely begin laugh­ing hys­ter­i­cally. Try to keep a straight face and carry on a one-sided con­ver­sa­tion, such as, “Hello? Yes, this is she. No, I am not inter­ested in tak­ing a sur­vey, thank you very much. Well, there’s no need to get snippy!”

4. Wear Under­clothes on your Head

This is a clas­sic for a rea­son. It’s price­lessly funny, and espe­cially so when com­bined with a goofy dance. I’m a big fan of bras worn on the head, with the strap going down around the chin. Under­wear works, too. And it doesn’t have to be yours.

I chal­lenge you to try at least one of these tech­niques and see how it makes you feel. As the famous philoso­pher Lud­wig Wittgen­stein said, “If peo­ple did not some­times do silly things, noth­ing intel­li­gent would ever get done.”


Joy brings the silly, and all sorts of other great stuff at her insight­ful and fun blog, Being Joy.  Check it out today!

Silly Alert!  This week­end I’ll be in New York City, with The Lev­ity Project, cel­e­brat­ing World Laugh­ter Day!  And it’s not too late to join in.  The more the mer­rier (and sil­lier!)!!  To reg­is­ter for this free event, click HERE, or visit the link in the side­bar. 
 

Unsilence The Violence

“Heal­ing may not be so much about get­ting bet­ter, as about let­ting go of every­thing that isn’t you — all of the expec­ta­tions, all of the beliefs — and becom­ing who you are.” ~ Rachel Naomi Remen

Today I have a very spe­cial guest here (she’s from Wis­con­sin — we could be neigh­bors…), dis­cussing a topic that is all too often shoved under the cov­ers.  Please help me wel­come Mag­gie, who has cre­ated a won­der­ful resource for any­one out there suf­fer­ing from the hor­rors of domes­tic vio­lence, sex­ual abuse, and rape. 

Mag­gie has a per­sonal blog, Okay, Fine, Dammit, that she has had for some time.  About a year ago, after writ­ing a local piece on domes­tic vio­lence, Mag­gie felt the deeper need for cre­at­ing a place where peo­ple could share their own per­sonal sto­ries — and to bring some peace and heal­ing in the process.  From that, she cre­ated the Vio­lence Unsi­lenced website.

Vio­lence Unsi­lenced (VU) is that place where peo­ple can share, in their own words — from their per­sonal expe­ri­ences from domes­tic vio­lence, sex­ual abuse, and rape.  Please note: read­ing the VU site can be emo­tion­ally chal­leng­ing and all the sto­ries are very real. It’s in these sto­ries, though, that the vio­lence, pain, and suf­fer­ing can find some pos­si­bil­ity of heal­ing.  It’s also a place where each of us, through the voices of those who have been there, can more deeply see how heinous these acts are.  And in that, per­haps we can all take a few more steps towards a heal­ing and mean­ing­ful com­pas­sion for all our broth­ers and sis­ters in this world.  

Please read along, as Mag­gie shares a more in depth look at who she is and what she has created.

1.  What led to the cre­ation of the Vio­lence Unsi­lenced web­site?
Back in 2008, I wrote an arti­cle pro­fil­ing seven domes­tic vio­lence sur­vivors for a city mag­a­zine — and the expe­ri­ence changed me. Then one night, right around that same time my arti­cle ran, there was a domes­tic vio­lence death in my com­mu­nity. In a fit of sad­ness, I vented on my per­sonal blog (Okay, Fine, Dammit) — and the response was very intense. There were clearly a lot of peo­ple impacted by abuse. On top of that, I knew how cathar­tic the mag­a­zine expe­ri­ence had been for the sur­vivors I pro­filed, and decided I wanted to keep that momen­tum going. I was well aware by then in the power of the blog­ging com­mu­nity, and I had a lot of con­fi­dence in my fel­low blog­gers. I knew we could do this together. In writ­ing the arti­cle I learned that one in four women will be a vic­tim of abuse in her life­time. I thought about how small each of our blog­ging com­mu­ni­ties can be, and how well we think we know each other. The assump­tions we make, the things we don’t see. I thought, why don’t we show the blo­gos­phere just how pro­lific and encom­pass­ing abuse is?

From the very start, VU was a col­lab­o­ra­tive process. My blog read­ers con­tributed their input, their sto­ries, helped choose the name, and helped spread the word — so much so that on the very first day VU went live, there were sev­eral thou­sand vis­i­tors. That was over a year ago, and I believe it’s still a very col­lec­tive effort.  I’ve said this before, but I hope when peo­ple think of VU, they don’t think of me — they think of the sur­vivors and the sup­port­ers. It’s a good day when I over­hear some­one talk about the “peo­ple over at VU,” rather than the “person.”

Lance’s Com­men­tary:  Mag­gie, I find much hope in what you have cre­ated.  And for me, per­son­ally, I really believe it touches upon love and compassion…in the hear­ing of these stories. 

I think about that fig­ure, 1 in 4 women will be the vic­tim of abuse.  And as I think of the women I know in my life, I really hope that it’s way off (although real­ity tells me it’s prob­a­bly not).  Proof of that made it’s appear­ance just yes­ter­day — as I read the words of a blog­ger friend, Jill (who gave per­mis­sion to link to this — thank you, Jill) who just hap­pened to share her own story of sex­ual assault on her site.  Jill — know that I see you as a brave and coura­geous soul.

2.  Mag­gie, I look at what you have cre­ated, and find such great hope in the mes­sage that you are cre­at­ing.  As this has evolved over the last year, what has this whole project meant to you?
Even though I knew there were a lot of peo­ple with these types of sto­ries, I was still shocked by the sheer vol­ume of responses. I’ve had a 4–6 month wait list from day one, and here it is a year later with no signs of slow­ing down. So many sto­ries wait­ing to be told… it’s both ter­ri­bly sad, and incred­i­bly hope­ful. I am bowled over every day, both by the strength of the sur­vivors and the com­pas­sion of the read­ers. I feel blessed that I get to watch this human­ity in action right here on my screen.

Lance’s Com­men­tary:  Your com­mu­nity is such a sup­port­ive one, and what a gift that is to everyone. 

3.   Tell us about these shared sto­ries that you post  — and have they touched you per­son­ally?
To be hon­est, it’s very dif­fi­cult to be reg­u­larly exposed to so much trauma and suf­fer­ing. I admit I have had to learn to limit my time with the project, and to take care of myself emo­tion­ally. But yes, every sin­gle one of them touches me per­son­ally, because these are not just auto-posted—there is a process I go through with each sur­vivor to make sure he/she is absolutely cer­tain he/she wants to be pub­lished, and is accord­ingly sup­ported and aware of the risks. After­ward, I feel very bonded to each sur­vivor. It’s a very per­sonal and hum­bling expe­ri­ence, and it hap­pens twice a week. Ulti­mately, despite the sad con­tent of the posts, it’s always a pos­i­tive thing for me. Speak­ing the truth out loud seems to make these sur­vivors even stronger, and I get to bear wit­ness to that miracle—which makes me a bet­ter per­son, I believe. I can’t even remem­ber my life before VU.

Lance’s Com­men­tary:  As sad as it can be to read these sto­ries, I also find much hope in the shar­ing of them.  I very much get a sense that there is a heal­ing in the shar­ing.  I also believe that I, myself, feel an even deeper level of com­pas­sion for the world around me after read­ing a story on VU.  So, as dif­fi­cult as these sto­ries are — the pub­lic shar­ing of them really is so good for everyone.

4. Tell us one unex­pected thing that has hap­pened since cre­at­ing Vio­lence Unsi­lenced.
I didn’t know that it would be so widely and uncon­di­tion­ally sup­ported. I thought it might be a project inside my read­ing cir­cle, but I didn’t expect the wide-reaching, con­sis­tent pro­mo­tion that so many peo­ple (like you, for instance) feel com­pelled to do. I am so grate­ful to you, and to all of them. We are seri­ously doing this together.

Lance’s Com­men­tary:  Mag­gie, know that I believe that you have cre­ated a won­der­ful gift in VU, and it’s an honor to have you here.

5. Out­side of VU, what’s a typ­i­cal day for Mag­gie look like?
My daugh­ters are 10 and five, so they go off to school now. I have a writ­ing stu­dio I rent to do my work, which is free­lance writing—I write mag­a­zine arti­cles for a liv­ing. My fam­ily and my per­sonal time are the most impor­tant things to me, so I build my sched­ule around that. I do quite a lot of run­ning around, but ulti­mately my favorite thing is to hold very still as often as I pos­si­bly can.

Lance’s Com­men­tary:  I’m guess­ing that guy in the pic­ture with you is the guy you call hus­band!  And it sounds like you have a won­der­ful fam­ily life — savor all the moments!  And in that still­ness, much clarity.…

6. Any­thing new you have com­ing up?
I’m speak­ing at BlogHer ’10 in New York City this year, on a panel about uti­liz­ing com­mu­nity for change. I’ll also be speak­ing at the Type A Mom con­fer­ence (Asheville, NC) in Sep­tem­ber.  I really feel deeply that there’s a lot of power out there in the blo­gos­phere to be har­nessed for good, and I’m also very rev­er­ent of writ­ing. I think some­thing is lost in the chaos of the social ladder-climbing, pop­u­lar­ity, and pro­mo­tion in abun­dance in blog­ging today. It’s so dif­fer­ent from the way it was when I first got started, and though there have been very pos­i­tive changes, it can also be very dis­cour­ag­ing. There’s a whole lot of little-known blogs out there where incred­i­bly good writ­ing is going down, and I guess I’d love for peo­ple to widen their viewfind­ers a bit.

Lance’s Com­men­tary:  Your mes­sage is such an impor­tant one — so that’s great about you get­ting out there and spread­ing the word.  You will touch many more lives, in amaz­ing ways, and

7.  Deep down, what makes you uniquely “you”? 
This is prob­a­bly a very tough ques­tion for any­one to answer about him/herself. I don’t know what makes me me, but I know what I value most in the peo­ple I care about—integrity and com­pas­sion. I may fall down a lot, but I try to emu­late those traits as much as I can. I also love how dif­fer­ent we all are, and per­son­ally I’m glad we’re not all try­ing to be like each other.

Lance’s Com­men­tary:  I fall down a lot too.  And per­haps that is all part of the jour­ney we are each on.  There will be moments when we are mak­ing great strides, and then oth­ers where we slip and fall.  And in those moments when we fall, the beau­ti­ful part is that we CAN get back up.  And that’s not any more evi­dent than in the VU web­site, and the peo­ple who share so openly their sto­ries.  And in that unsi­lenc­ing of the violence.…they can get back up.  And per­haps we can get back up, too.…touched by com­pas­sion and love.

Clos­ing Com­ments:  Mag­gie, it is an honor to have you here and shar­ing a bit more in-depth look at what Vio­lence Unsi­lenced is all about and what is has come to mean to you.  I know you don’t feel like this is just you out there cre­at­ing this.  I still want you to know, though, that you shine your amaz­ing and beau­ti­ful light into our world…and that does make it a bet­ter place.  You have given sur­vivors of some really bad things a place to safely share and move fur­ther down that path of heal­ing.  What a won­der­ful gift you are! 

Thank you, once again, for being here.


You can keep up with Mag­gie by vis­it­ing the Vio­lence Unsi­lenced site or her per­sonal blog, Okay, Fine, Dammit.  Keep up with her on Twit­ter, @maggiedammit .

Note that I have also added a badge to my side­bar in sup­port of what Mag­gie is doing.  If you are inter­ested in join­ing in sup­port of this, you can Take the Pledge right here.

Sunday Thought For The Day

Tree of Light
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“The way to hap­pi­ness: keep your heart free from hate, your mind from worry. Live sim­ply, expect lit­tle, give much. Fill your life with love. Scat­ter sun­shine. For­get self, think of oth­ers. Do as you would be done by. Try this for a week and you will be sur­prised.” ~ H. C. Mat­tern

Twenty Six Point Two

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“It is not the moun­tain we con­quer but our­selves.” ~ Sir Edmund Hillary, New Zealand moun­taineer and explorer

We head out into this life we’re liv­ing, a jour­ney in some direc­tion.  For each of us.  And along that jour­ney, we encounter cross­roads, new paths, paths less trav­eled, paths tra­versed quite well.  These paths — and there are mil­lions of them out there in this world we call “life” — are all direc­tions we can choose to go in.

Choice.

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer your­self, any direc­tion you choose.” ~ Dr. Seuss

Today, I am putting the feet that I have into a good pair of run­ning shoes.  I am choos­ing to com­pete in my first marathon.  The Mil­wau­kee Lake­front Marathon.  Octo­ber 3rd, 2010.

26.2 miles.  That is the moun­tain.  And yet, it will become not this moun­tain that I con­quer, but myself. 

This con­quer­ing of myself will be no easy task.  There will be moments of doubt.  In fact, I know this — as there have already been moments of doubt.  There will be aches and pains that I haven’t felt before (and there already have been).  There may be moments where I ques­tion what I was think­ing in sign­ing up.  There will surely be moments where I won’t want to put in another long run. 

That’s why I’ve brought on the best coach — Coach Lori.  She’s been there.  She knows what it’s like — the train­ing, the time, the aches, the challenges…and the con­quer­ing of ourselves. 

And that’s it.  As amaz­ing as I antic­i­pate it will be to cross that fin­ish line, the big­ger thing for me here, is the going deeper within myself.  This WILL be a chal­lenge for me.  A chal­lenge both phys­i­cally and men­tally.  It’s in this chal­lenge, that — in the words of Sir Edmund Hillary — I will con­quer myself.  And per­haps I have already.  At some level, I have.  With the chal­lenges, the moun­tains, that I have faced already in life.  This becomes a new layer, as I go deeper within.  A new con­quer­ing of myself. 

Per­haps that is really it.  On this life jour­ney we are each on, there will con­tinue to be new chal­lenges for us to face.  Some of these chal­lenges will be ones we bring on, and other will hap­pen by chance.  I believe very much that the chal­lenges we choose to con­quer for our­selves will bet­ter pre­pare us for all that lies ahead. 

Today I choose the Mil­wau­kee Lake­front Marathon as that next chal­lenge, and the next con­quer­ing of myself.

The jour­ney continues…

As it does for all of us.

Laughter In The Jungle

“At the height of laugh­ter, the uni­verse is flung into a kalei­do­scope of new pos­si­bil­i­ties.” ~ Jean Hous­ton

Whoa!  I look at this pic­ture of myself and laugh!  Go ahead, join in WITH me!!!  (hon­estly, I DON’T wear that tiara any­more!!!) (and…I did NOT wear that lipstick!!!)

Laugh­ter is a pretty won­der­ful thing!   Hey, I am ALL FOR IT!!  How about you?  Does laugh­ter rock your boat?

ANNOUNCEMENT Today I am offi­cially join­ing Katie West and Ina Lukas in part­ner­ship with cre­at­ing the next phase of The Lev­ity Project.  I will con­tinue to write here in this space, and can now also be found at The Lev­ity Project, and more directly involved in the events and direc­tion of where that pro­gram is going. 

The Lev­ity Project is a social move­ment to fos­ter buoy­ancy, laugh­ter, play, and free­dom as the new par­a­digm in social design. We engage in pub­lic acts of lev­ity in which peo­ple gather in a flash set­ting to en-lighten the energy of a pub­lic place and those within it.  These events are designed to fos­ter a sense of light­ness and con­nec­tion to all who are present.

Katie and Ina are both incred­i­bly tal­ented women, and it is an honor to work beside them in bring­ing more laugh­ter, play, and cel­e­bra­tion into our world! 

Stop by and check out what The Lev­ity Project is all about!!


And speak­ing of The Lev­ity Project…check out what’s com­ing up! 

World Laugh­ter Day!

The Lev­ity Project will be there!  And cel­e­brat­ing!!  In style!! 

When:  Sun­day, May 2nd, 2010, 10 AM — 12 noon (ET)
Where:  New York City, NY
Who:  YOU!!!  Join Katie, Ina, and I in a cel­e­bra­tion of laugh­ter and life!
Cost:  FREE

Are you near New York City?  Do you know some­one who is?  Come by your­self and join the fun!  Come with your fam­ily!  Come with your friends!  All are invited to join in this cel­e­bra­tion!!  A cel­e­bra­tion of laugh­ter and fun!!  And…the more the mer­rier!!  Share this with any­one you know who is remotely close to NYC — let’s rock the day with laugh­ter, joy, and love to the world!!

To sign up, click here

Details of our meet­ing loca­tion will be emailed out to every­one prior to the event. 


Thank you for your sup­port here in the Jun­gle, and I look for­ward to con­nect­ing on an even deeper level both here and at The Lev­ity Project!

Centennial Edition: Sunday Thought For The Day

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Some days my vision blurred.
Fall down.
Am lost.
Out in this great big world.

And still.
A guid­ing hand to offer help..
A voice from dis­tance far.
A human spirit so close to me.

Foot­prints we do impart.
A jour­ney down this path.
A jun­gle, this life can seem.
Much clearer, when you’re with me.

Like a sun­rise in the morn­ing,
Light­ing up a brand new day.

Your light it brightly shines,

Con­nect­ing you, your soul, to me, to mine.

And there is peace.
And there is love.
And there is unity.

As I pause and reflect back over the past one hun­dred weeks, what I am most inspired by are the deep and car­ing con­ver­sa­tions that have devel­oped around a sin­gle thought each week.  Each one of you has been a gift.  You, who have read these words and let them touch your soul.  You, who have shared deep and mean­ing­ful com­ments.  You, who have shared very per­sonal sto­ries, both pub­licly and pri­vately.  Every one of you, being here, is a gift.  A gift to me, and a gift to each other.  And the part­ing thought that I keep com­ing back to is that we are here, together, on this earth.   All of you make this life jour­ney more mean­ing­ful for me, and for each other.  With deep grat­i­tude, I thank you for the gifts you have so beau­ti­fully been.

Together…we are one.

Peace, love and unity.

~ Lance Ekum (April 2010)

Note:  A spe­cial thank you to Natalie Mer­chant and the Perkins School for the Blind for the beau­ti­ful music.

What Is Awesome?

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“The but­ter­fly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.” ~ Rabindranath Tagore

A W E S O M E !!

Rain hair.

Get­ting grass stains.

The smell of crayons.

Pick­ing up a q and u at the same time when play­ing Scrabble.

A W E S O M E !!

Those lit­tle things in life that hap­pen and we don’t even really think about all that much.  You know what I mean?  Like dan­gling your feet in the water.  Or maybe…jumping in and doing a per­fect can­non­ball!  In the grand scheme of things, these are really pretty small moments in our life.  Still, are they not what makes this life we are liv­ing grand?

I’ve been read­ing a book that is filled with all sorts of these exam­ples!!  And what a FUN book to read! 

The Book of Awe­some.

And read­ing this book is all sorts of AWESOME!

It all had its sim­ple begin­nings as a web­site — cre­ated by a super great guy, Neil Pas­richa.  His web­site, 1000 Awe­some Things, begin as this list of those moments we have in life that really are awesome…and at the same time, they are just sim­ple things that could hap­pen any day. 

Sim­ple things, small moments…that are sim­ply AWESOME!

And today he is releas­ing a book  that chron­i­cles these and more!

The Book of Awe­some.

As I paged through this book, I just couldn’t put it down!  Read­ing it brought up all sorts of great mem­o­ries, and found me shak­ing my head in agree­ment!  AWESOME is all around us!  And there are all sorts of moments we all have that really are all of that — AWESOME!

This book is such a feel-good read!  And even more than that — it’s a reminder to me of just how cool those lit­tle things are that we some­times just take for granted…

Like pop­ping bub­ble wrap!!!!!

A W E S O M E !!

A Brother’s Story

Today’s spe­cial guest is a reg­u­lar vis­i­tor around here, and some­one who has a lot of fun in life and in his writ­ing.  When he’s not sav­ing lives or out for a long run, you can find him as a reg­u­lar con­trib­u­tor over at the Calo­rieLab web­site.  Please help me wel­come Dr. J, as he shares a very spe­cial story about his sis­ter, and what her pres­ence has meant in his life.

A lit­tle bit about Dr. J, in his own words:
I am a Florida sur­geon and fit­ness freak with a black belt in karate.  I run 50 miles a week and fly a Chero­kee Arrow 200.  Of course it wasn’t always like this. I once had a care­free life, rid­ing my bike, play­ing with my dog, but then school edu­cated me and there was no turn­ing back.

Even­tu­ally I had more let­ters after my name than in my name, a mort­gage and a job at a major uni­ver­sity with a lizard as its mas­cot and known bet­ter for it’s foot­ball team than most any other accom­plish­ment. In my spare time I have added some skills which are both use­ful and fun, became a run­ner and found the Inter­net. Thanks to Calo­rieLab, I have been lucky enough to have been writ­ing the Dr. J will see you now col­umn for almost two and a half years. This has allowed me to go beyond the sur­gi­cal arena and offer my irrev­er­ent, slightly irrel­e­vant, but pos­si­bly use­ful opin­ions on life, health, and fitness.

A Brother’s Story

 

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“Obsta­cles don’t have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don’t turn around and give up. Fig­ure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it.” ~ Michael Jor­dan

I don’t think any­thing can ever sur­pass the joy par­ents feel with the birth of a child! I know it was a spe­cial day for my par­ents when the J-Sister was born. My mom had sev­eral mis­car­riages prior to that blessed day as my folks wanted a girl to com­plete and bal­ance their fam­ily vision, already hav­ing two driving-them-crazy grow­ing young boys! Mom how­ever was not able to con­ceive again. Because of this sit­u­a­tion, there was a dif­fer­ence with this child, because unlike the ran­dom chance of my brother and I, the J-Sister was a cho­sen child.

Yes, she was adopted, although for all of us, this is merely a descrip­tion, not an emo­tion. She was a lovely child, and unlike with my brother and I, those first few years were an effort­less voy­age for my happy par­ents. Then small dif­fer­ences began to arise. She was not talk­ing as soon as my brother and I had, but then we were very early talk­ers. She was not respond­ing as quickly to exter­nal stim­uli as my brother and I had, but then we were boys. She was not the same as my brother and I, but then she was adopted and we were not. Even­tu­ally, how­ever, the dif­fer­ences became too great, and the ratio­nal­iza­tions became less com­fort­ing and answers needed to be found.

When my sis­ter was four years old she under­went a very com­pre­hen­sive eval­u­a­tion of her sit­u­a­tion and the result of this was that she was deemed men­tally retarded, hope­less, and the rec­om­men­da­tion was made to be pre­pared to insti­tu­tion­al­ize her for life because of her defi­cien­cies and inabil­ity of be a nor­mal person.

Whether retarded, or hand­i­capped, or devel­op­men­tally delayed, or any other polit­i­cally or non-politically termed phrase is used, I can’t imag­ine it being any less dev­as­tat­ing to a par­ent to hear that their child will never be normal.

I’m sure for my par­ents, that moment felt like a car going full speed and sud­denly run­ning into the side of a moun­tain! The thing was, my par­ents, with dreams shat­tered, faced this moment with a courage almost beyond what I can imag­ine. Rather than sit feel­ing sorry for them­selves in that car wreck and set­tle for this diag­no­sis of hope­less­ness, they decided that it was their cho­sen mis­sion to raise this child. My par­ents began at that moment, using every skill and facil­ity that they could sum­mon to aid in this unimag­in­able endeavor, to dig a tun­nel through that moun­tain, though there was no light in sight in that slow mov­ing bur­row, yet they per­sisted with a con­sis­tent strong deter­mi­na­tion to get to that other side, that imag­ined bet­ter place.

So the process began, one vowel and con­so­nant at a time, one but­ton and but­ton hole at a time, one shoe lace and one grom­met at a time. I’m sure when Vel­cro came along my par­ents felt it was one of the great­est of humankind’s inventions!

With this mag­nif­i­cent effort, my sis­ter began to show progress, albeit very slowly, but it was enough of a reward to help keep the process going.

As my sister’s abil­i­ties grew, she ven­tured out onto the street where we lived. I can sadly recall her run­ning home, tears on her cheeks yelling with her lim­ited vocab­u­lary, “Yeve me ayone” to the neigh­bor­hood chil­dren who had noticed her dif­fer­ence, and she was dif­fer­ent, as they picked on her with­out mercy. My brother and I had prob­a­bly con­tributed pre­vi­ously, as any older broth­ers might, though not with cru­elty, to her prac­tice with that use­ful defen­sive phrase.

My par­ents stayed steady with that mis­sion, spend­ing every avail­able moment work­ing with my sis­ter, find­ing schools and out­reach pro­grams that spe­cial­ized for chil­dren with these obsta­cles. She even­tu­ally attended a spe­cial high school estab­lished by the Kennedy fam­ily in Hyan­nis­port, Mass­a­chu­setts, and went on to be mar­ried in Sali­nas, Cal­i­for­nia, after meet­ing a young man in Oak­land while attend­ing a spe­cial pro­gram there. My wed­ding present for the happy cou­ple was a hon­ey­moon in Carmel, which I chap­er­oned for them. (very dis­cretely I might add)

Today my sis­ter is a com­pletely self suf­fi­cient, fully employed, socially excep­tional indi­vid­ual with numer­ous friends and accom­plish­ments. Yes, she is still dif­fer­ent, that can not be hid­den, but it does not deter her. On a fam­ily vaca­tion not that long ago, I per­son­ally wit­nessed her walk into a room with fifty peo­ple, and within 15 min­utes every one of them knew her, and liked her!  She has not let her dif­fer­ences keep her from being all the per­son she could be. When we talk, I may men­tion some chal­lenge or dif­fi­culty I am fac­ing and it is not uncom­mon for her to say, “You can do it, J!” This com­ing from some­one who cer­tainly knows what it is to do it when only a select few believed in her.

So if you are think­ing that, per­haps with your weight and fit­ness, or any other chal­lenge that is in your path, that this moun­tain in front of you is insur­mount­able, think of that moun­tain that my sis­ter climbed, and is still suc­cess­fully climb­ing, and if you feel that you just can’t, remem­ber her words to me, “You can do it,” because you know, like her, you really can!

Sunday Thought For The Day

Purple and Orange Starfish on the Beach
Creative Commons License photo credit: The­Mar­que+

The Starfish Story

One day a man was walk­ing along the beach when he noticed
a boy pick­ing some­thing up and gen­tly throw­ing it into the ocean.

Approach­ing the boy, he asked, “What are you doing?”

The youth replied, “Throw­ing starfish back into the ocean.
The surf is up and the tide is going out.  If I don’t throw them back, they’ll die.”

“Son,” the man said, “don’t you real­ize there are miles and miles of beach and hun­dreds of starfish?
You can’t make a difference!”

After lis­ten­ing politely, the boy bent down, picked up another starfish,
and threw it back into the surf.  Then, smil­ing at the man, he said…”
I made a dif­fer­ence for that one.”

~ Orig­i­nal Story by: Loren Eis­ley

Pockets of Paradise

Par­adise right here in our pockets.…that sounds pretty sweet!

Today I have Tess Mar­shall here, from The Bold Life, to share her won­der­ful writ­ing.  Tess is filled with a deep love for life, and even beyond that — she has this real zest for the life she lives!  BOLD is a fit­ting word to describe the pas­sion she has for truly living!

Please read along, as Tess shares…

Pock­ets of Par­adise

 

Golden Ticket
Creative Commons License photo credit: With­eyes

“A box with­out hinges, key, or lid, yet golden trea­sure inside is hid.” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien

(This post was inspired by Ardath Rodale of Rodale, Inc.)

Do your remem­ber when you were a kid what kind of “stuff” you’d put in your pock­ets? Things you wanted to trea­sure and put away for safe keep­ing.  I can remem­ber stuff­ing my pock­ets with notes passed in class from best friends, a four leaf clover found at recess and chew­ing gum that wasn’t allowed. Pre­cious things that defined my life as a kid…that’s what I stuffed in my pockets.

When I took out my spring sweater last week in the pock­ets I found a Star­bucks gift card, miss­ing ear­rings, and a peppermint…little pocket presents or sur­prises. Each trea­sure brought back a memory…and I smiled.

Every­day small mir­a­cles, delights and sur­prises fill our lives. I saw a lizard climb­ing the wall in my back yard today, my gera­nium had a new bloom and a morn­ing dove was singing softly as I watered some flow­ers. These for me are moments of bliss…appreciation…mine for the keep­ing.  Today I’ll slip these pieces of par­adise in my pockets.

On my quick 3 mile run this morn­ing I felt spring in the air, birds chirp­ing and bushes bloom­ing. When I returned I made fresh squeezed orange juice with the oranges I bought on a nearby farm the day before.  I pock­eted these every­day memen­tos as well. They help me feel all is right in my world.

Bits of par­adise also come when some­one tells you to “keep the change” or when you receive an unex­pected text mes­sage from some­one you love. I  also fill my pock­ets when I expe­ri­ence kind­ness, com­pas­sion and love.

My grand­chil­dren and old­est daugh­ter are com­ing for a visit over their spring break next week. From the moment we pick them up from the air­port, until the day they leave, our home will be filled with their “big and happy” energy. We’re going to hike, swim, watch movies and eat ice cream. My pock­ets will be over­flow­ing with memen­tos of laugh­ter, fun and excite­ment. I ‘ll place the par­adise expe­ri­ences in my pock­ets to be emp­tied after they’re gone and all is quiet again. 

Daily we have numer­ous oppor­tu­ni­ties to give and receive expe­ri­ences of love, joy and hap­pi­ness. We can wit­ness mir­a­cles hap­pen in nau­ture. We be kind and lov­ing to those around us. Notic­ing, appre­ci­at­ing and savor­ing par­adise moments will make your heart happy.

Keep your every­day gems and trea­sures in make believe pock­ets. Carry them with you always. You’ll feel like you’re on top of the world!

Please share with us what bits and pieces of par­adise you have in your pock­ets today.

About Tess

Tess Mar­shall is the mover and shaker, at The Bold Life, where she’ll hold you account­able for being the bold­est you’ve ever been in every area of your life!  What would you do if you were 10 times bolder? Sign up for her RSS feed and receive updates. You can also fol­low her on Twit­ter and Face­book.