deeply grateful for the light

My One Little Word for 2012 is light. Every month I'm sharing one of my favorite quotes about light. This one has me thinking . . .
Deep gratitude for Steve, Ellen, and Charlie today. Grateful for my friends who've supported me during this crazy, wonderful, challenging time. Grateful for my family - you always make me laugh (even when you're not trying to be funny). Grateful for the folks who help me keep my head above water at work, including Elan from Ninjamatics who designed these graphics.
And, incredibly grateful for some really good cancer news from a couple of people whom I love dearly and are knee-deep in this fight.
Who are your rekindlers? Who are you grateful for today?







































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Friday, March 30, 2012
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It was one of those mornings where I woke up, turned over to look at him, and felt a grand swell in my heart. I love that.
Like you, I'm also grateful for my family. Our family lost three people this week; two to the cancer fight. I am so proud of their battle and their bravery heading into death. I feel so much love for the family I still have — so much closer to them in our love for each other.
...and I am grateful to you, Brené, for providing the space for me to acknowledge all these things in this moment.
Thank you.
I'm ever so grateful for my friends, who with little words of kindness support me when the world gets me down. Somehow, I'm always surprised by it, but even just a line or two on a facebook post reminds me that I'm not alone and they're there if I need them. Kinda' like a life jacket - they keep me from going under.
Thanks for your thoughtfulness, Brené!
Sandra
Just the love I feel for my nearest and dearest ones serves well as a rekindler - but sometimes the oddest and most unlikely people fill that role and isn't that one of life's sweet surprises?
We can all be those messengers and light bearers - I try always to give into to the impulses to do that, since I think it comes from something bigger than we are...
On a cold day in January when a discouraging voice was trying to tell me that my idea of helping people strengthen their important life connections (with Self, with Others, with God, and with Nature) was silly and no one cared, TWO different people sent me your first TED talk about your research on the importance of connection.
I have followed you ever since and appreciate the way you combine spirit and science.
She sparked joy and exuberance in me and made me realize what was dormant and numb in me. Rekindler unwittingly tickled every dormant love chakra, like water on a desert flower. What Beatrice was to Dante, rekindler was to me. For the first time since 4th grade, a drought of forty years, I felt sheer exuberance of being alive. My body physically changed, I became more youthful. I lost 10 pounds without trying. My metabolism seemed to be fueled by excess phenylethylamine. A new found love of life enveloped all those around me except my wife who sensed my love and joy had turned away. We are now divorced. And my rekindler is married to someone else. Now what? Courage and wholeheartedness will guide me?
Yesterday (March 31st) was year-end where I work, the end of a stressful three month sprint that starts right after Christmas vacation. My company made large layoffs in October 2011, so morale is low and workloads are higher than normal. At 3 in the morning, the fire alarm went off in my building and I had to carry my elderly, arthritic, 65lb(!) dog down three flights of stairs. The only thing my dog hates more than loud noises is being carried. Also she's a very committed sleeper, so was pretty grumpy about the whole thing. It was a false alarm, which is obviously something to be grateful for, but at 3am in the rain with a sulky dog it's hard to see it that way.
On my way to work – so tired - I stopped to get a latte and a bagel. When I tried to pay, I realized I had left my wallet in my car. When I returned, my coffee and bagel where ready to go, all paid for. I asked the server who had paid and she said they'd asked her not to say, and asked me if I knew anyone in the store. Looking around I couldn't see anyone I knew, which is not surprising because the store is nowhere near my apartment or workplace and I had only stopped because there was a parking spot out front.
Instant mood change - the world is good, the gods do love me and I only have 8 more hours till I can stop running! Thank you coffee shop stranger.
To put it another way, how many experiments do you conduct, getting the same negative result, before you formulate a hypothesis?
I would welcome any insight, I included my real email.
I feel disconnected too. I’ve tried for many years to break out of my isolation, often I feel that I will spend my life alone in the bell jar, looking out at others who are able to love, laugh and feel joy (at least some of the time). I've even tried to prepare myself for this “fate”. I read a book by Anthony Storr called ‘Solitude’ who wrote of prominent people who found it very difficult to form attachments but were able to live meaningful lives by finding an outlet in creativity – art, writing, science, ideas and so on. I thought, I will find satisfaction in study, nature and other interests. However, I long for connection and so I struggle on. I see that I lock people out of my heart and my life. I don’t know yet how to let people in but I do see that the shame I experience at being ‘me’, the self-loathing that I’ve lived with my entire life means that I see myself as being “unworthy of love”. I put on this façade of kindly compassion and understanding and live in terror that people will see the fake that I am. The irony is that I’ve done nothing to deserve my self-hatred, yet I’ve spent a lifetime hating myself. I’m hoping Brene Brown’s work on shame, vulnerability and self-acceptance along with Kristin Neff’s work on self-compassion will help me to change the way I perceive myself. I cannot know your story but I hope this email helps you to feel a little less alone in emotional isolation.
Louise
I'm grateful for my late, beautiful daughter Olivia Grace (1992-2004). These last few days have been tough in the grief department. Then I saw your post and feel she has her hand in it....
Light.
Olivia's mantra as she battled the cancer in her brain was "Breathe in the light; blow out the darkness." She'd explain the darkness could be whatever it was to each individual in this exercise - but to her the darkness she expelled after she breathed in the light was "pain, fear and anger." Even as she was actively dying, when I would I would cry SHE would comfort me by telling me "Don't worry mommy. It'll be okay. Just breathe in the light and blow out the darkness."
She was much better at it than I am...that's for sure. But she continuously sends me reminders and signs as a way of rekindling and that's just one of the reasons I'm grateful for Olivia.
When this light enters (my light-our light) it is profoundly felt, experienced, understood and yet still a mystery. Light welcomes us together no longer disconnected for we have embodied seeing that recognizes the divine (a divinity) in each of us. It's the promise of Easter, the Springtime of new life. The act of remembering, celebrating and believing is the essence of not a rekindling of a past light but a soul retrieval of the present light-not just potential but the- real- in this moment. The actual presence alive in us comes in through this light, my light, our light. Its portal remains through vulnerability, courage and wholeheartedness. It is the very gifts of imperfection.
i hope you get this...i cannot respond to you directly here...therapy is a really powerful way to change your life...i am doing therapy with an exceptional therapist consistently...i have been working with her for over a year now...you can change feelings of "worthlessness" into feelings of "worthiness" by working with a professional that treats you with compassion, empathy and patients...by your therapist treating you well, you learn to treat yourself well...you learn by someone really skilled at seeing you and hearing you and helping you see and hear yourself to take your self more seriously...tend to yourself in healthier ways...the therapist in a way is "re-parenting you"...and therefore you learn to parent yourself...this doesn't come easy...it is hard work...and it takes time...but it is so worth it...it takes time for many reasons...we have a difficult time trusting, a difficult time letting down our defenses, a difficult time saying how we really feel...most people come into therapy because they are having difficulty with intimate relationships...with connections...i hope you find some hope in here somewhere...i've struggled with serious depression my whole life and now at the age of 44 i'm really finding hope...you really can change your mind and change your world...i would highly recommend 'mindsight"...it's all about how working with a skilled therapist can help you change and grow...best to you both...big hug...i hope you dance (you know the song)