SWELL 5. Giving (a sh*t) Tuesday.

Wahoo!

Let’s do this.

I’m doing a repeat this time.  Because, hey, it’s my prerogative and also, I’m not sure I’ve been successful in getting any of you to jump on this train yet.  So far I think I’m just creating minute, brief ripples.  I’m looking for LARGE LAIRD HAMILTON WORTHY SWELL here people!

So let’s do this.

WATCH this.  THIS is brilliant.  THIS is change.  THIS is hope.  THIS is IT!

https://youtu.be/SdLQLaZO10U

or this …

https://youtu.be/RI5lmb3hygQ

Then go ahead and give and shit.

Donate, buy a shirt or donate your time or skill.

I contacted them last time we did this.  They called me right back.  I spoke to the co founder and I’m in the process of figuring out how I can volunteer my writing skills to help them get their word out monthly.  Anything is possible.  Go DO IT.

Next on my agenda, in-between raising kids, being a wife, training and career, I intend to figure out how I can be instrumental in getting one of their programs to Nicaragua.  Anything is possible.  No one is too busy.  Baby steps count.

So go ahead and give a shit.  Leave a comment when you do.

You don’t need much, you already have everything.

Hi kinfolk.

Sorry for the hiatus, we were in Nicaragua.

We went for a vacation.  Our kids are now 5 and 8 years old and we felt they were up for a little more than Hawaii which is where we tend to go when we need a hit of sun and escape.  Truth be told, we did little research, but everything we looked at about Nicaragua just seemed to make sense and feel good, so we took a leap and booked 16 days there in a rural VRBO.

When I think back to our time there my heart feels full.  You know that clip in  the Grinch Who Stole Christmas where his heart pops out of a box in his chest?  That’s the feeling.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEA_gt9rc9c

I tend to be a sucker for beautiful places.  There are few places I’ve visited that I haven’t thought were the most wonderful place on earth and, upon return, spent hours daydreaming about how to get back there to live out the rest of my days.

Nica hit me hard.  It grabbed me by my shoulders, put my feet on the ground, then opened up its big smiling face and wrapped its arms around me.  I loved it.  We all loved it.

I wish I could of written you a story about each day I had there and perhaps, one day I will get that opportunity.  But alas, I have children.  Children seem to need attention.  Even if you try to exercise your best attempt at benign neglect, they have a way of banging bongo drums, stepping on bird sized beetles, or wanting a feeding every 4 minutes and thirty seconds.

But I will tell you now what hit me the most in the face in Nicaragua – you don’t need much, you have everything you need.

Every time we drove to our beautiful place we drove by the city dump.  It was sprawling, the vultures were everywhere there.  It was up on a bit of a hill outside of town in the jungle, not far at all from the ocean.  When the rain pours there, and to be clear, it’s a jungle, I would imagine many many things from that dump travel down to the beautiful ocean below.  This dump is no different than any other in the world.  Ya this one is right in your face, but I don’t think it’s that different.  So every time I saw a plastic bottle lid on the beach, I pictured exactly where it came from.  And when we went home and drank juice from a plastic bottle with just such a lid I said, fuck.  So we tried to do better.  We bought glass, we brought bags to the beach and picked up plastic most days, we re-used the plastic containers we had in the house already for sand toys instead of buying more plastic.

And we made a mental note of that dump and vowed that every time we reached to buy something, anything, we would think really hard first.  Do I really need this?  What is its actual purpose?  Can I do better?  Where will it ultimately end up?  Does it bring joy?  Because the other thing that hit us hard was that the Nicaraguan people are happy and kind and generous and so damn attentive.  They see and pay attention to everything you do with a desire to connect with and please you.  And they are this happy and this present without “having” much (of course, that absolutely depends on your definition of “much”).  Their homes and the wells where they get their water are rough, there are zero “modern conveniences”, there is dirt and mud everywhere, there is no hospital, no EMS, no mail, and their tax system was just digitalized last year.  But the gaggle of kids running around those homes are happy and well dressed and everyone in that home will wave and smile at you and remember you next time you pass.

It seems somewhere between embarrassing and hilarious to sit in my house now, with all that surrounds me.

So as the holiday season approaches, remember, you don’t need much, you have everything you need.  Try this and consider where is desire and need in this space:

https://insighttimer.com/giovanni/guided-meditations/guided-i-am-meditation

Also, your kids don’t need much.  Again, that assumes we are defining “much” as something you can hold in your hand.  Yes, kids like novelty and new things.  But they mostly just like new things TO THEM.  They don’t care if another kid loved it previously or how much it costs or what store it came from.  And you know what, they don’t need many new things, they only like a few at a time.  How many shirts does your five year old actually like?  I can count about 3 currently, on a really good day.  When you pack a suitcase for them for vacation, how many clothes do they actually wear?  Out of the heaps of plastic toys in the house, how many do they fight over constantly?  About 2 or 3 right?  So use your local consignment store, reuse until your brains fall out, pack the toys you have away and bring them back out 6 months later, the possibilities are endless.

I’d also be willing to bet that more than anything they can hold in their hand, your family or best friend would prefer time with you.  A date where you are fully present and available to listen to them and maybe even share something of yourself with them.  A card or letter that reminds them that you get them, you’ve got their back, you are pumped for the next year of adventures together.  A picture of the two of you smiling broadly and enjoying life together.  Those things will fill hearts and cause true joy.

Giving Tuesday is coming next week.  I think you know what that is going to mean.  You can ride the swell with me or chose your own.  Either way, remember what you’ve got.

 

Moment of Escape (a.k.a Coffee Table) Books

1 – Elle Luna ~ Love everything she has to say.  Like listening to a daydream.

The Crossroads of Should and Must: Find and Follow Your Passion

2 – Tero from Foursigmatic ~ The maker of your favourite coffee tells all.  Essential reading for the Pacific Northwest.

Healing Mushrooms: A Practical and Culinary Guide to Using Mushrooms for Whole Body Health

3 – A classic ~ meditative, calming, insightful to say the least.

Tao Te Ching: An Illustrated Journey

4 – Recommended by the folks at Living Tea (who have become my new obsession).

The Way of Tea: Reflections on a Life with Tea

Don’t tell me not to.

There’s been a lot of talk about balance for the last few years.

Everyone is seeking that elusive “work-life” balance.  Everyone is recommending that others seek it too, if not demanding that they do.

I’m not sure there is any magic in balance.

I’ve never come home from a day where I sort of did good things at work for a bit, and sort of did a good job parenting and wife-ing, and took the dog for a short walk and had a so-so cup of tea after an easy 8k run and said, “wow, I fucking rocked it today!”.  Nope.

What days do you remember most?  Not those ones.

I’m not saying that those days aren’t beautiful and necessary and that we should live our lives in constant stress or urgency and that each day should involve at least one adrenaline rush.  But what I am saying is that stress and busy and extreme are not four letter words.  People who thrive on those things are not broken or misguided.  There is no need to look at them and “tsk”.  I would argue instead, that those people are healthy and thriving.  They are seeking their magic and often finding it.

There is a big difference between seeking episodic extremes and living in chronic low level stress.  Chronic low level stress, no matter how you find yourself in it, is crippling and stifles your ability to seek your extremes or weather the ones that life throws at you.  Many, many people are waging this war and it is an extremely difficult one to win, especially by yourself.  There are ways to win if you can find the ones that work for you and persevere.  Sadly, I don’t pretend to know the answers here but I tip my hat to you if this is the battle that you find yourself fighting.  Please don’t fight it on your own.

However, I also tip my hat to those out there who search out the stress or extremes.  This is ok too.  You may not understand why they do it or want to do it yourself, but please, do not tell them not to do it.  They have a different fire within them that needs this and that’s ok.  They likely have seasons in their life where they sit back and sip tea and cuddle on the couch, but in between those, they may push themselves hard, go to extremes, and just see what lies beyond them.  Let’s support that.

Let’s rethink “stress”.  Let’s even welcome it.  Let’s not use the words busy and stress and extreme in a negative way, let’s celebrate them.  They are often our choice after all.  If we are eating nourishing foods, sleeping, moving outside, sitting in stillness, and sipping tea then we are prepared for them.  We can embrace and relish when they come as it marks an opportunity to grow and learn and see something new on the other side.

Yes, you need to know when to hold back, you need to be able to see when your episodic stresses are starting to morph into one big chronic messy one.  But if you find yourself thriving on stress, wanting to push harder than others, then go ahead, go do it.  Don’t worry about balance.  Go find your magic.

 

 

Love this. Mary Oliver on her soul mate.

“Though you have known someone for more than forty years, though you have worked with them and lived with them, you do not know everything. I do not know everything — but a few things, which I will tell. M. had will and wit and probably too much empathy for others; she was quick in speech and she did not suffer fools. When you knew her she was unconditionally kind. But also, as our friend the Bishop Tom Shaw said at her memorial service, you had to be brave to get to know her.

[…]

She was style, and she was an old loneliness that nothing could quite wipe away; she was vastly knowledgeable about people, about books, about the mind’s emotions and the heart’s. She lived sometimes in a black box of memories and unanswerable questions, and then would come out and frolic — be feisty, and bold.”