THE ARTIST WHO WENT HER OWN WAY The call out of the blue. The unexpected desk visit. The chatter -- I’ve been thinking about you? It’s been too long — that feels like it’s the prologue to an ask. Everybody has experienced it. Nobody likes it. When we meet someone who’s nice without wanting something, that’s a memorable delight. Maybe we’re even a bit cautious at first. But sometimes, someone has proven that they don’t want anything. And that’s irresistible. Sometimes, someone has walked away from objects of desire most would run toward. That’s Tracy Chapman. The four-time Grammy winner and multi-platinum artist’s work resonates with undeniable gravitas. Each song, crafted and performed with intensity and seriousness — yet without artifice — reveals deep commitment. We can feel her music make a difference. Chapman has always been resistant to being commercialized. At shows, she let her music speak for her. Then she got off the wheel, stopped recording and touring. Refused to let the profit machine determine where or when she played. She appears on occasion if it aligned with her values, such as at charities and to get out the vote. Not that she’s poorer for it. She’s sold over 40 million records and owns her own music. The residuals, alone, keep her more than comfortable. Yet, all too often being comfortable isn’t enough to keep people from letting greed for more or fear of “losing it all” make their choices for them. I don’t purport to know what Tracy Chapman wants, other than a fair and just world. But seeing her perform at the Grammy’s, that incandescent smile, those warm eyes, the lack of affectation — we sense she is giving and receiving, not taking. She needs nothing from Hollywood, or from us. If we want to listen to her music, if we want to love her, admire her, that’s on us. We’re welcome to it, but she won’t play to it. And that’s as lovely as encountering someone who is kind to us without wanting something in return. That Tracy Chapman could have so much if she reached for it, but doesn’t, makes her absolutely irresistible. In the positive, as well as in the negative, considering some of the weird backlash she’s receive in the last year. Her not wanting anything from us disturbs. Is she for real? Would we be good like that? Abstain from the spoils of fame, as she has, if the world were put on our platter? We want to be wanted. Yet we love those most who don’t have such needs. I love you, Tracy Chapman. ** Henry India was born in W. Germany and lives in Seattle, Washington with their soulmate, hummingbirds, squirrels, rabbits, chickadees, sparrows, robins, jays, plum, cherry and apple trees, a very old pear tree, and magnificent laurels. Also, ants, snails, a few rats, and a raccoon family. They are a nonbinary writer and soul coach.
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Resensitizing to the divineMy father’s religion was Mother Gaia, especially her cedar trees. He wrote poetry to the great cedars that once stood in Lebanon. Below is a picture of a Western Red Cedar with whom I’ve cultivated a relationship over the last year. They’ve become my friend and teacher. Only recently, I learned they are a cedar. I’m surprised and not surprised. My father’s legacy lives on in me and makes this tree and our connection even more special. (They’re a ‘new world cedar,’ a member of the cypress family, and I, having moved to the States, am a 'new world person.') Trees like Western Red Cedars who live here in the Pacific Northwest are spiritually important able to aid in “spiritual awakening.” Northwest coast tribes revere them for their healing and spiritual powers. From my interactions with the below cedar, I totally get it. To me, however, communing with my cedar friend is less a spiritual awakening than becoming resensitized. Each of us is born into a unique experience of life. Yet, once we move out of the baby stage of total freedom, societal pressure begins to push us to fit into its mold. One that denies the magic children sense all around them. Thankfully, this sensing capability isn’t lost. We can become resensitized through nature. Trees are some of the most helpful guides and companions. I think in part because their lives, compared to human lives, are slow, modeling presence. And in presence, we find life’s magic again. (To me, this magic is the divine.) Take the contemplative pace of a tree’s transpiration: water slowly rises due to changes in internal pressure caused by moist exhalations through the leaves. From root to crown, it takes my cedar friend four hours to raise a volume of water through their slender veins of xylem. Near them, my soul senses the low hum of their life. My body adapts and slows its breathing. As I lean against my friend, my soul takes up the vibration and shimmies my awareness back into my special spot in the web of greater existence. In those moments, I know again that I’m woven together with all beings, and for a time, bound to the earth and to each other. And when my earthly life expires, with the greater life beyond. ▫▫▫ Next time you’re close to trees, gently place your hand against someone’s bark. Close your eyes. Slow. What do you feel? A message, a sensation? Not all trees are equally generous, and the connection does not always happen instantly. It didn’t with this wonderful tree. But with patience, openness, and frequent visits, a relationship will develop. And if you can befriend a Western Red Cedar, all the better. How will you know it’s happening? You just will. Dear friend, I hope this article brought you closer to trees in ways you enjoyed. Thanks so much for taking the time to read. It’s you who make my Medium journey special. Henry ♡ Henry India was born in W. Germany and lives in Seattle, Washington with their soulmate, hummingbirds, squirrels, rabbits, chickadees, sparrows, robins, jays, plum, cherry and apple trees, a very old pear tree, and magnificent laurels. Also, ants, snails, a few rats, and a raccoon family. They are a nonbinary writer and soul coach.
Because you hold up the tent polesYou're on the job. But you need more hours to pay your bills. Last week, you got them. Not this week. It’s a crap shoot--though it shouldn’t be--and incredibly stressful. I've been thereI was on commission, running the shop for an absentee boss. He brought in the business, I did the work installing window tint on cars. And everything else, like bookkeeping, ordering product. All the way down to scrubbing the floors and the toilette. When he decided to take time off, work slowed down. You need to do more advertising, I said. Talk to car dealerships to bring their cars to us. He just didn’t do it. I wasn’t making enough commission to pay my bills and nobody else was hiring. That's when I pocketed some of the few jobs that did come in. I was afraid I'd get caught. Ashamed to be a thief. I wanted to work for the money, not steal it. But I was desperate. Rent, food, gas. I didn't have enough work for my commission to pay for those things. Then a recommendation got me another job, and I was able to pull out of the hole. My story is one example of the nightmare of wanting to work but not getting enough of it to make ends meet. For tens of millions of people this is their reality, though for completely different reasons. Labor shenanigansFor those who aren’t aware of the scourge of part time work, in her New York Times piece, ‘It’s not Just Wages. Retailers Are Mistreating Workers in a More Insidious Way,’¹ author Adelle Waldman sheds light on the epidemic of not enough work and people getting trapped into those situations. The scheme is called “part-time.” Employers avoid offering benefits and paying for downtime by only hiring part-timers. Walmart is an example — half their workforce is part-time.² There are several problems with that. From week to week, you don’t know if you’re going to get enough hours to pay your bills. And unpredictable schedules keep you hanging on in case you’re called in, which is why it’s super hard to get a good second job. People want to work! Take one of my Facebook friends. Her crazy hours made it impossible to commit to a specific schedule at a second job she might have otherwise landed. If you’re an involuntary part-timer, I am so sorry big business is doing this to you. You deserve so much better, my friend. Is there hope in a new law?Congresswoman Jan Schakowsky and others introduced the “Part-Time Worker Bill of Rights Act”³ that requires employers to make more predictable and stable work schedules. And to offer available hours to part-timers before hiring additional workers. This bill needs support for it to get pushed through. You can bet, I’ll call my representative and tell them to get behind it. You can, too, here and click on “contact your member.” It’ll connect you with your representative. A love letter Reading the Waldman article, being reminded of that bad job, made me want to reach out to you with love. If you’re getting worked over by your job, I want to tell you I see you. This isn’t your fault. By forcing you to work part-time and taking you off the clock when business slows down, companies are circumventing labor laws to increase their profits. You are doing everything you can. Showing up instead of giving up. I admire you so much! You’re not a “basic worker.” You're the backbone of the economy. If it’s picking and packing in a warehouse, working as a home health aide, in a call center, through gig work platforms, or delivering food, I respect you, and appreciate you and the work you do. Your contribution is important. It’s invaluable. And you need to hear this: That you still have integrity, professionalism and pride in your work under these demoralizing conditions is impressive. How you infuse your work with your unique talent and expertise is inspiring and humbling. Your continued good will is…I don’t even have the words for how amazing that is. It’s time we recognize you, value and cherish you for the contribution you make day in and day out. Your pay needs to include healthcare, sick days, paid vacation time and enough to build a nest egg. That’s the truth. So many blessings on you and your family. On your heart that still musters compassion and dignity, even now. *** Thanks so much for taking the time to read. It’s you who make my Medium journey special. If you want to support, here’s that link again to point your representative to the new part-time labor law. Click on “contact your member. Your story is being told. ¹New York Times Piece by Adelle Waldman ²The Center for Popular Democracy: Trapped In Part-Time ³Proposed law: S 2850 & S 2851 (118th Congress) Proposed law • A powerful movie, Nomadland, shows the struggle • A brand-new book argues that it doesn’t have to be this way: The Alternative: How to Build a Just Economy Henry India was born in W. Germany and lives in Seattle, Washington with their soulmate, hummingbirds, squirrels, rabbits, chickadees, sparrows, robins, jays, plum, cherry and apple trees, a very old pear tree, and magnificent laurels. Also, ants, snails, a few rats, and a raccoon family. They are a nonbinary writer and soul coach.
Yesterday the severe cold snap broke. Within the span of 48 hours, we went from 24 to 45 degrees. Our robin, sparrow, squirrel, rabbit neighbors put in an appearance. We missed them during the frosty temps and were so worried about their survival. But now we're happy! This evening, in my joy, I wanted to commemorate 2022. A standard retrospective felt limited to the human story so I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. To reduce harm, in the past, I’ve tried to unplug from worldly goings-on (i.e. Google News and the NYT) but I never lasted long. This year, I did it without even trying. Andy Fisher’s Radical Ecopsychology course in the spring transformed Steven and my life. I've always looked upon Mama Gaia and all their inhabitants as kin. But in Andy's class, I got it. You know what I mean? The human story became just one of the many stories that unfold in the larger story of life. Because of it, it lost some of its significance. And because of that, the other stories--like our bird neighbors'--came more to the fore and the human story receded just enough to create some needed breathing space. So, instead of writing about this year's events, I gave myself over to the more-than-human world and the following poem fell out of my heart and onto the digital page. WinterA year-end poem Now we are riding the slowly rising arc of sunlight,
And yet descend into the earthen belly, Warm beneath the cloak of winter’s heavy burden. Ascent, descent, night from day don’t follow in a line or in a round. Nothing in the world rests in a scale of rising here and lowering there. The world is rolling, glowing, growing in waves and pulses, Intermingling, interbeing like a ball of yarn or cluster lightning. What is here is there. What is new is ancient. And nothing was ever neat or categorical. Dogma (or Dogme) 95 was a manifesto that ruled the approach of several film makers for a few years in the mind-1990s.
This manifesto is for movie-making, but it's remarkably adaptable as relationship advice
To readers of my books available on Amazon, I'd like to clear up any confusion regarding my author name. In 2018, I changed it from India Susanne Holden to Henry India Holden to acknowledge my nonbinariness. This change is not reflected in my books due to publishing legalities to do with the ISBN numbers associated with my books. However, rest assured that the titles, The World Is Better Than You Think and Crafting a Happy Life have the same author, namely me, Henry India Holden.
If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me at [email protected]. 4/11/2021 My writing has moved to Medium.com & can also be found in other places on the webRead NowToday is my mom's birthday. It boggles the mind that she was born 115 years ago. Much has happened since then. The world is a different place in many ways. But in others, it's still the same. We still want to share love. We need community. We want to be understood and accepted for who we are. 2020, the pandemic year, offered me a gift I grabbed with both hands. I now know that nothing I do is optional or exchangeable. I write, coach, paint, play music, write songs, read the tarot, teach, guide people on their spiritual journey, and offer healing, especially through the practice of Reiki. Having such varied interests confused me in the past, leading me to ask, What am I about? What is my calling, my purpose? And what am I to, literally, call myself? The answer became clear in the past year. First and foremost, I'm a creative, an artist. In specific, I'm a writer. I've been at it since age eight and have never stopped. I've begun submitting, and have had some of my articles accepted for publication. This past year, it has also become clear what my subject is, an equally important insight. My subject is the divine, God, universe, source, higher power. All these terms work. And to get even more granular, what I love most is writing about the divine experience. I have become comfortable saying publicly that I'm a mystic, that I have direct experiences of the divine, of God. I didn't list mystic in the list of things I do because it's not something I "do." It's who I am. It's the center of my being, of my life and it's what I want to write about. And so I do. Simple. My aim in my writing is to illustrate the divine experience so you, the reader, are able to recognize your own inner mystic in my words. So that you can remember your own connection with the divine. And if you already have that, then to be a fellow traveler, confirmant and affirmant. My aim is for my writing to support and nurture your inner mystic. I also like to give pragmatic steps, tools and practices for achieving your spiritual goals where appropriate. Here are some of my published articles: Living Close to God How to Attract Your Divine Lover Saying Everything is Divine is a Hard Sell I am that star not because it outshines dimmer spheres – and in so doing, earns a special place in the celestial hierarchies – but because it emits a constant and enduring light making visible the heavenly bodies that spin on miraculous orbits Now all the objects shine and we do not ask “Which was the first light?” Instead, we ooh and ahh from our collective brilliance --Henry India Holden About that bouquet of flowers Recently, I posted on social media, requesting of people that they please stop “picking” flowers. “Picking” is a euphemism that hides the fact that what we're doing is separating them from their life-giving source. Flowers, like all of nature are living manifestations of the Divine and deserve to have their lives honored on their own terms, not as decorative objects in our homes..
I was blessed to get one response which was enough to carry on the conversations. The innocuous enough post informed me that the individual grows flowers for the garden as well as the house. Upon reading these words, I immediately got a strange feeling in my gut and wrote back: "I've been wrestling with this for a while now, to understand myself not as the "actor upon" the living earth but as the "actor with." In that sense, when there are tulips in my garden, I see that it is the earth that has grown them. It is the flowers that have grown themselves. I've participated only in that I've put the bulbs into the ground and perhaps facilitated access to water. I'm striving for a meaningful humility by letting myself sense the flowers' sovereignty. Part of that respect is to refrain from breaking off their blossoms. That has led to my actually not in any way enjoying seeing broken living flower parts. I know with certainty they don't belong to me and I have no rights to their lives." My conversation partner was kind enough in their response, calling mine an interesting perspective and reminding me that we eat plants and that life feeds on itself and is in a perpetual cycle of life and death. They also volunteered their view that flowers are nature’s way of expressing joy. They continued by suggesting that it makes no difference to flowers if we cut off their blooms. I very much agreed with them that the reality of life as manifest in time and space is that it consumes itself in order to perpetuate itself, that life recreates itself from itself. It's a system as terrifying as it is ingenious. However, to think of flowers as nature's expression of joy seemed truly anthropocentric, a perspective shaped purely by viewing the subject through the human lens. To me, flowers are flowers are flowers. And we, as humans, have a particular response to them. This response lives within us and is about us. I answered: "I felt distressed by your saying that it makes no difference to the tulips if you cut their blossoms. How on earth do we know these things with such certainty? There is a considerable amount of respected research that points to that plants feel pain. We used to think that animals don't feel pain, either. This is where I feel compelled to search myself. Yes, I feel I have the right to eat the carrot to sustain my life and the carrot has the right to eat the microbes to sustain their life. But isn't that very different from taking life for purposes of decorating our homes? We can enjoy the flowers' decoration without having to separate them from their source of life by cutting them. I think in that sense, the human consciousness is still in a state of barbarism. Barbarism from its root, "to speak like a foreigner." We are foreigners to plants' lives." I see this as being about more than a tulip blossom. Cutting blossoms off tulips speaks to how we conduct ourselves as a species in relationship with nature. The rest of nature can't check us (as evinced by climate change and mass extinctions). That’s why we have to cultivate the humility to check ourselves. That's such a journey. My conversation partner suggested, perhaps in jest, that I put the question to the tulips in my garden directly. I answered back that, yes, in fact I had. I wrote: "I’ve asked the flowers how they feel. I can tell you unequivocally, they do not want to be cut." My friend ignored this bold assertion. But their final comment was generous. They, too, believe that Western culture needs to alter its relationship to nature. And they support me in doing what is right for me. In essence they told me, You do you. I appreciate that. I appreciate the idea to agree to disagree, too. My only concern with that is that while I’m doing me and you’re doing you, more species go extinct, more CO2 enters the atmosphere, more plastic floats out into the ocean and all the rest. Another way to say “You do you” is “Live and let live.” I think that’s the better motto for us to adopt. Let us live and let us let all the other species and the rest of the planet live, too. Here is a link to a piece of research about plants possessing the ability to feel pain. Your palms are sweaty. Your cheeks sting. There’s a ringing in your ears, and you might cry. Out of anger. Out of fear. Out of vexation. It doesn’t matter which because you’re not going to. You’re going to hold it together. You can do stoic when your back is up against the wall. When the boss gives you a dressing down in front of the whole committee. Or when your co-worker takes the credit for your idea the third time this month. You may even paste a smile on your face, as horrible as that’ll feel!
But that’s not how it has to be when you are confronted by a sticky situation at work. Or with your spouse, or that black-clad teenager in front of the fridge, drinking milk straight from the carton. There is help! A simple visualization that will effectively neutralize the threat. Because that’s what sends sweat to your palms, sets you heart beating and raises a blush on your face. To protect you, your inner threat department kicks into high gear when things go south. Yet none of it is necessary. You’re simply in the grip of a distress pattern. Something your body’s sympathetic nervous system and your mind—specifically, your ego—have cooked up to help you cope. Someone else may react completely differently than you. They may act cool and collected and plot a nasty revenge. Or they may grow apathetic, or quit. But not you. Not with this tool in your back pocket. All you need to control the situation is this one mental exercise. Here is what you do: Pick the day of the week, the time of day when you’re most able to relax (if need be, sit in your car). Sit and breathe quietly for a few moments. Then begin to visualize a fight scene that you’re observing from a ways off. Is it two knights galloping at each other, lances raised? A fist fight? Neighbors arguing over a fence? Whatever you come up with will work as long as it’s a fight. You don’t need to make up words but let it get a little heated to give it juice. Some shouting, raised fists, crossed arms, some dirt being kicked up in some eyes. This sets the scene for developing a script, so to speak, a conjuring that, when called up, will change how you feel and, therefore, how you react in a given situation. The purpose of the fight scene is to get you in touch with the particulars of how how you feel threatened, nervous or uncomfortable and what thoughts and feelings that, if you had them, would make the difference and let you stay grounded. Now, that you have the scene to work off and are imagine watching it from a distance, imagine drawing nearer until you start to feel a uncomfortable. You be the judge of how uncomfortable. Ah. Very good. Just as you notice this discomfort, ask yourself, "What would make me feel safe?" and make that part of your script. Would you rather watch from the height of a tower, imagine a tower you beam up to? From behind a wall? Visualize a wall that does your bidding. From beneath an invisibility cloak? Let your imagination lead you. Let your innate desire inform you of what is right for you because what will make you feel comfortable will depend on your personality and life experience. Keep shifting where you are relative to the fight until you feel safe and in control. Whatever this place is, make it vivid. Then make a mental note because this is the first part of your script, what I call the Override Pattern because it overrides the behavioral pattern that you already have (shutting down, getting angry, apologetic, etc.). If you think that’s a little weird, think about the scripts you already have. Don’t you imagine what you’ll say, what they’ll say? Don’t you have pretty predictable responses to certain situations. I, for example, tend to feel crushed when I’m criticized. Not very useful when it comes to using feedback to make my classes and services ever more effective. We all have our patterns or scripts. But those patterns are more like intrusive thoughts induced by stress. What I am suggesting is that you create an Override Pattern with intentionality. That you deploy it intentionally. But only after you’ve gotten it down cold! And—this is important—you need a nice safe spot to develop your new Pattern because how you feel at the time you make it up will become a part of it. This is the case because your brain encodes memories of everything—words, visuals, actions, physical sensations, but especially emotional states; they are what gives your memories their juice. So it is essential that you are feeling good as you weave your story. This good feeling will become as important a part of it as the action that takes place which we'll talk about in a moment. Once you have the override, when your better half acts like a lesser half, or the customer service representative stonewalls, you'll no longer go into overdrive and yank up that blood pressure. Instead, you retain agency over your own experience. You could say, you cause your own experience by using your Pattern Override. But it has to be solid, so practice visualizing it many times before you let it see action. Now that you've created a safe space you need one more thing—something to neutralize the threat. I call it the antidote. For example, in my override pattern, I send down from my tower a dense cloud that envelopes the fighters. Neither can see the other so none of their punches land. And if that isn’t enough, I send roses down and make them circle around their heads, emitting such intoxicating fragrance that the fighting parties stumble about, stupefied. And if I still feel reactive, I envision heavy drops of rain falling on them, making them soggy so they fold down to the ground like paper dolls. Really, I hardly ever need to go there. This vision suits my character. I have an aggressive streak by nature but I believe in peace with all my heart so it wouldn’t do to imagine missiles or exploding heads. But that’s just me. Once you start developing your pattern in your head, it will come to you what will suit. Don’t censor yourself, otherwise the imagery won’t be potent. And potency is an essential feature of this spell. It has to have depth and be true to you to elicit the empowering feelings that crowd out the ones you usually have. It’s a little like the idea of imagining everyone naked. Only much better because it is tailor-made to specifically help you handle conflict. The last thing you need to know is that it will take about twenty-one days to solidify this spell (I prefer the term over the word “weapon”). That’s how human brains are built. It takes roughly that long to establish a neural network, which is what this is. The more vividly you imagine the scene: where you are that has you feeling safe, and the antidote you deploy, the more seamlessly it will replace the behavioral pattern—and its attendant feelings—that usually comes into play when you are confronted with conflict or other scary or uncomfortable situations. Twenty-one days is quite the commitment. But it’s a twenty-one-day investment in yourself that will serve you a lifetime. Will you freak out, go numb, sputter, fall silent, be untrue to yourself, or say something you’ll regret, or worse, not say something and regret that? Or will you use your Pattern Overrider and remain calm, cool and collected. With just a hint of a smile playing on your lips that the other person isn’t sure they imagined or not. But this you can be sure of: they won’t imagine that they got the better of you, because they won’t. You’re now that powerful. A word to those who don't visualize easily. You can create this as a spoken script. Write it all down. Read it back to yourself once a day for two weeks. Then summarize it in two or three sentences and memorize those sentences for a week. Instead of an Override Pattern, you'll have an Override Mantra. Henry leads trainings and works with individuals, using various modalities to help them create the divine life that is truly possible. Kintsugi, meaning “golden joinery,” is the 16th century Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by rejoining and mending the broken shards with precious metals. As a philosophy, kintsugi is the principle of accepting change as an intrinsic part of life. Applying kintsugi during this pandemic could sound glib. But, perhaps, if posited with sincerity and earnestness, it may offer something of a framework for encountering the temporary destruction of the life we are accustomed to. If we examine kintsugi we see that it teaches us to go beyond accepting brokenness and mending it, beyond honoring or embracing it. It dares us to exalt the existence of a fracture by mending it with something valuable like gold and silver. It exalts the broken with a process that engages creativity, artistry, skill. To make kintsugi useful to us, the first question we want to answer is, How do we develop these attributes: creativity, artistry, skill? After all, many of us say things like, I’m not an artist. I’m not the creative type. I don’t have the imagination. But that’s just untrue. If you’ve ever had the desire to add a little bit of parsley as garnish, or cut a few carrot slices into the vegetable mix for “color,” you’ve met with the creative impulse. If you love and long for variety, that’s your invitation to artistry. Think of a blue armchair on a blue rug. A blue pillow for the small of your back, and a blue throw rug for your knees or shoulders. Did you think, Too much blue! That’s your imagination! You “saw” the things I described and you wanted to change what you saw to be more pleasing to you. Well, that’s the impulse of artistry. You don’t have to “develop” these attributes, only the trust that you already possess them. And where skill is concerned, it is simply the evolution a process undergoes as a result of repetition. The second question we want to answer is, What is that “something precious,” what is the "gold" with which we would exalt the problem? It could ennobling it by honoring the experience. Giving the times we're in respect could be the gold because respect elevates. Applying love would be brilliant. Because, well, love. All these are healing agents. And, yet, they’re very different from exaltation. To understand better, let’s look at what this word means. One of its definitions is “to praise.” But how on earth could we ever praise this pandemic and the suffering it causes? It’s unimaginable. And yet, that is the spiritual concept of kintsugi. Once the tea bowl is broken and rejoined with gold, it’s not only repaired, it’s more precious than before. In other words, it has been exalted. Kintsugi doesn’t pretend the breakage isn’t there. It doesn’t say the breaking doesn’t matter or doesn’t do damage. It says nothing about whether one would have preferred the unbroken state. It only deals with the present reality: the broken pottery. Tthe pandemic. We are felled by losing loved ones. We feel the fear these losses strike in our hearts. We despair in isolation. Lose our jobs, maybe our homes. This pandemic is a terrible thing, a catastrophe. We can meet it with resistance, denial, anger, fear which is only natural and an appropriate response to the enormity of the situation. And, additionally, we can meet it with kintsugi. We can praise that people are devising ways to help each other, show love and appreciation while still “social distancing.” Science across the globe is working together to develop vaccines. There is a cathedral quiet with so few cars on the road. We can praise that nature is bouncing back from the effects of human activity at an astonishing rate. Wildlife is resurging. Skies are bluer. We can allow that this can also be a time of (however forced) rest. A time to reflect, learn a language, bake, garden, develop a new hobby, spend more time with the children, with your partner. Draw up plans to realize a dream that’s been on the back burner. Read, paint, share your activities on social media. It’s not an overstatement to say that this is a time of profound breakdown. And it can also become a time of breakthrough. These are the things we can recognize as parts of the pandemic and praise them as such. That is kintsugi. The pandemic is all around us, unavoidable and undeniable, exacting a heavy toll. We don’t know how bad it might get or how long it will last. That’s all the more reason to reach for spiritual means that can keep us grounded and, thus, help mitigate the trauma. Kintsugi uses three approaches from which we can learnCrackPutting broken pieces together to fit as they did before and using gold to hold them to each other. This is a method if we still have all we need but feel the stress and fracturing the pandemic is causing. Piece MethodReplacing a missing piece with gold. This approach is for those who have lost a job, relationship, or community, leaving a hole. This is the method of reaching out and filling the hole with the love from friends, family, loved ones, through creative activities, or by offering our own helping hand. Joint CallCreating a patchwork by replacing a missing piece with an entirely different fragment and then golding it in. This approach is for those who have lost someone to the Coronavirus. We ask for support from loves ones, a therapist, minister, spiritual guide. This process is the most difficult and prolonged. Finding the right piece to fill in the hole is complex. And it is never filled completely. The people we love are irreplaceable. And that's as it should be. Applying kintsugi, we connect with what we can praise--such as a shared past, memories, the love we felt and feel.. Kintsugi offers that we can recognize our suffering and our joys as a part of the whole. It is an imperfect tool for meeting this moment, these experiences. An imperfect tool, creating imperfect solutions and results. Kintsugi suggests that we allow these imperfections.
Recorded a Grounding Meditation as a tool for getting and staying calm during this pandemic.
Update on 4/18/2021: Here is the link. Today, we quarantined all the non perishable foods we stocked up on (not going too crazy). This is just in case someone sneezed or coughed on the bags in the chips isle. We loaded everything into rubber tubs with lids and stacked them in the shed with a retrieve-by-date sticky note. Steven wears a N99 respirator when he goes out and doubled-up disposable gloves. Did you know that they usually have tiny holes? It's kind of an adventure but what makes it hard is that you have to be so mindful of where and what you touch. The mask redirects the breath and fogs up the glasses. Don't touch those glasses! And it gets itchy and sweaty under the mask. Don't scratch that itchy nose! Then the car door. Did I wipe that yet with the mango-scented disinfectant wipes? The hatch in the back, did I touch that with the gloves on or with the gloves off? So, that's what Steven goes through. When he gets home, we work together on neutralizing the threat that every little thing brought in from outside our hermetically sealed castle represents. We laugh. But we're also sniping and misinterpreting each other and getting our feelings hurt and apologizing a lot. There's a lot of stress from the fear of catching the virus. I'm in the high-risk group. So, it's not quite a laughing matter. I'm learning a lot about Zoom. But because the challenges presented by the Coronavirus quarantine are so unprecedented, I want to stay very open to listening and learning and exploring and thinking in terms of possibilities, rather than wanting exact matches for my expectations. I guess the now-about watch word today is FLEXIBILITY. We have some bright yellow daffodils in the backyard right now. Nothing fancy. But it says, YES, it's spring! |
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Henry India HoldenI write about the divineness of life in its many forms. Writer, artist, spiritual director, life coach, tarotist. Nonbinary. |