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Brush Your Shoulders Off

This is a great reminder for me. I know there are people who are on the cusp of doing something different and new and this will tip them over.

We come here free of baggage. Maybe there is truth to heredity of pain, or cellular imprints of trauma. It’s possible. But I know, most of my own baggage was learned in childhood. I learned that I can’t always trust someone’s I love you. I learned to expect struggle and difficulty. Don’t be too happy because the other shoe will drop. Life is hard and unfair. If you’re not busy you’re lazy. If you’re not tired all the time you’re doing something wrong. Life’s a bitch and then you die.

Of course my parents didn’t intend to teach me these things. But we learn by more than instruction, we learn by watching and hearing. We learn by example.

As an adult I’m doing something else. I’m reprogramming my brain. It’s ongoing work. I think about my goals and look closely at the beliefs that aren’t serving me. I have mantras I repeat to myself when the old conditioned beliefs pop up. When I encounter situations that appear to prove that old conditioning, I ask myself questions before I react. Usually I find the conditioning is faulty.

The hardest part of this work has been letting go. Letting go of beliefs that don’t work for me. Letting go of behavior that got me the opposite of what I wanted. Letting go of expectations of others and conditioned expectations of myself. Forgiving people who hurt me. Letting go of all that and just fucking breathing!

My teacher Sarah said something this morning that I know is true. People are just doing the best they know how. This thought helps me let go. Sometimes our best is harmful to others, or perpetuates a cycle of trauma. Sometimes our best means we are mediocre today. People are shitty and it usually has nothing to do with me. It’s not personal. When someone’s best isn’t good enough for me, I govern myself accordingly. I remove myself and move on with my life. I do not carry their shit. I let it go. Now that I know I have a choice, I choose my own joy and freedom.

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There are no others.

My friend and teacher @sarahkyoga posted this on her @omm_oxygenmaskmeditation page dedicated to helping parents of kids with special needs. I read this and I know that it is true. But I’ve been vacillating between truths lately.

On one hand, I know we are all connected, all beings chilling on this big ball in space in this moment and time. This is true.

On the other hand, I have never been more directly faced with my “otherness” in my life. I am a black woman in America. Unapologetically. In my lifetime, it’s never been more clear that this is not okay for a bunch of folk.

I see it in the rigged elections and drastically disparate criminal verdicts. It’s obvious in maternal mortality rates and differing standards for everything from property values to hair styles in dress codes. This is true too.

The second truth makes me want to flip a bird to all the folk who haven’t been vetted by my allies. This inclination has been getting stronger and stronger. But the first truth continues to stand. Continues to open my heart and my empathy to all of us. Demands more of me.

Both of these things are true. But only one of them is right. I have to choose what is right, second by second. I needed this reminder today.

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Thought Life

I remember Oprah quoting Maya Angelou saying (paraphrased here), when people show you who they are believe them. The reverse of that is also true… people see you based on your actions, not your intent or how you hope to be. Your actions stem from your thinking! Fixing my thoughts today.

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Emotion

Had the most interesting conversation with a stranger in attendance at a kid’s party we hosted this weekend about how little the truly important things are valued in this country. We spend so much on prisons and so little on therapy and training young folks how to deal with the emotion and circumstances that lead to pitfalls. All of us will face some difficulty in life, but we numb ourselves and teach our kids to do the same with material possessions, games and immediate gratification. We laugh and point fingers and scoff at others when they fail to meet some whack standard that we hold everyone but ourselves to. Why don’t we focus on teaching contentment, real joy and how not to react to or be led by temporary emotions? How you can be sad about something without flying off the handle. How adversity and suffer and failure are a natural part of life. How you should try it even if you aren’t the best or don’t think you’ll win or know someone is better than you. After thinking of these things, I am more determined than ever to use Decatur ArtHouse as a vehicle to teach this to others. A blank canvas, journal, sheet or staff paper is a safe and productive place to vent for anger, frustration, fear and happiness. The best art – music, paintings, sculptures, photographs – has all that emotion in it.