National Play Day

 

February 3rd was National Play Day. This global event involved over 100,000 children. Students arrived at school that day and instead of the typical curriculum, the focus was child-driven, unstructured and free of any screentime. When exactly did playing become something we needed to schedule a day for? And while National Play Day is a beautiful effort towards highlighting the essential role that play plays in our children’s overall physical, emotional, social and intellectual development, the need for a special day suggests just how far astray we have traveled in our understanding of what our children need to develop and learn; beginning with the reality that one day will just not cut it. Ever. Nor will any other top-down, adult scheduled ideas about how and when children should play.

It puts me in mind of the notices that would be sent home around standardized testing time reminding parents to make sure the kids got a good night’s sleep, ate a healthy breakfast and were sent to school with a healthy snack. Each time I would receive one of these notices, my blood would boil. Why was this reminder coming at testing time instead of it being the way we supported our children each and every day? And why is it that we select, schedule and commodify “special” times and events for doing things that our children require each and every day? Why? Because in our busy, fast paced, machine-driven orientation to life, we have become blind to our own needs, and therefore to the needs of our children.

Play seems so frivolous and so very expendable in a world where if things are not immediately accessible and known to us then they must surely be irrelevant and a waste of time. But then the latest research will tell us that play will make our kids smarter, more emotionally stable, and then of course we will feel guilted into scheduling it in. We will make it a priority, wondering all the while how we will possibly keep up with all of the ever-increasing demands that we as parents must meet these days in raising our children. We will schedule more playdates because it is good for them. We will join in with National Play Day once a year. We will stretch ourselves thinner and thinner, all the while completely missing the point. That point being that there is no point to play and that it shows up all on its own with nothing required of us grown-ups. It is not a matter of doing more, but of doing less.

If you are stuck, look to the children. No one needs to convince a child to play. It is only the adults that need to be reminded. Joseph Campbell once wrote that what we are all really looking for is the experience of being alive. No one knows the feeling of being alive better than children at play. They do not require research, special occasions or reasons. They do not require store bought accoutrements or an adult to take the lead. Maybe, instead of scheduling playdates and national play days, we should all sit back, leave lots of space in our children’s day, and watch what happens. It might actually turn out to be exactly what we all need.

Containers

 

I recently read a statement describing yoga postures as “containers for experience.” Immediately my mind went to the possibility of seeing our bodies themselves as containers for all of human experience. What a radical way of viewing ourselves! Gone would be the need to live up to a cultural standard of what and who the body is for. Gone would be criticism and judgment around its look or shape. Gone also would be the need to reduce ourselves down to a container, forgetting that it is what is inside the container that is most important and precious. The truth is, whether we view our bodies with tenderness or scorn, they allow us to be here and to experience, everything. Without them we would not know joy, beauty, suffering, loss, pain, love, accomplishment, or failure. We would not know the wind, movement, or loving touch. What if we could see our lives as containers for an all-inclusive package of experiences while being less picky about the particular experience, and more focused on experiencing what it had to offer?

Practice being a container for experience by saying “yes” when feelings and sensations arise. Allow yourself to feel whatever is there for no other reason than because it is there. Even if you are afraid, don’t want it or don’t know what to do with it, just say yes to its presence, to the fact and to the truth, that it is there. We begin strengthening our container by acknowledging what is real about our experience in any given moment. When we deny pieces and parts, we deny the full range of what it means and what it takes to be human. Seeing ourselves to be containers of all experience is to be fully aligned with the reality of the present moment. And when we can do that, tension subsides and wholeness prevails.

Fear as Medicine

 

Fear is a powerful motivator. From a yogic perspective, fear, along with anger and lust, are considered to be the most powerful energies in the body. They are associated with our animal nature and are beyond the rational mind. The enormity and wildness of this level of power terrifies us. One yogic tradition, however, saw the value in harnessing this energy by calling fear and God by the same name, believing that the ability to ride and transmute fear was the directest route back to God. In shamanic traditions, power coming towards you is understood to initially manifest as fear. In order to claim the next level in your work or personal growth, you had to find a way to work with fear in a way that did not overpower you, but instead fueled, focused and enlivened you.

In this culture, there is no end to the amounts of distorted, manipulated and imagined reserves of fear being generated all around us. And there is no end to the ways in which we can call these fears unto ourselves. As the technologies advance, this scenario increases exponentially. We must learn to recognize when fear is being sold to us in the form of “news”, entertainment and “public service information” which comes to us as de-contextualized and hyped-up information. To be in the presence of this type of information puts us in chronic states of arousal where we can only see the world in black and white; me vs. you, survival at any cost. This is a dangerous state to put the body in as it promotes imbalance and disease. Believing the enemy to be everywhere, it destroys the healing power of our relationships. And it robs us of ourselves and our ability to live life fully and wholeheartedly, at peace in the world.

Consumed by fear, we cannot manifest the gifts that are ours to bring to the world. Bound tightly in tension and protection, we are driven to overwhelm and despair, to playing victim or violator. We wind up afraid of everything. Afraid of life itself. Afraid of the workings of our own bodies. Afraid of the differences between us and and our differences of opinion. Under the sway of survival mentality, we are destined to obsessively check the weather, crave safety notifications, seek out unhelpful amounts of health testing and procedures, and all the while, we ruminate about ISIS. We long to put a safety helmet on everything we value and scrub it all down with antibacterial soap.

If we desire another existence, it will require us to do the unthinkable; to look squarely in the face of our fears and see them for what they are. It will require us to take responsibility for our experience as opposed to projecting our terrors out into the world and onto other people. It will require us to know the ways that the animal fear helps to keep us safe and alive while the distorted and made-up ones keep us from living. It will require us to say no to disturbing and terrifying content. It will require us to become more animal-like; trusting the instincts and intuitions that all mammals possess and rely on without thought or question. All those, of course, but us.

The Power Of No

 

I have yet to meet a parent who in some way is not worried about how the technologies are using their children. Why then are we so afraid to say no? Why is it so difficult to set appropriate and protective limits? Some of this inability on our part can be understood by examining the brainwashing that we live with on a daily basis. “Brainwashing” is a very, very strong word to use here, and yet if we look closely at how the technologies are taking our children away from us and away from themselves, that word becomes an accurate descriptor of the way our brains are being washed clean of the truth. For something to be so powerful as to keep parents from acting on behalf of their own children says everything about what we are up against.

Daily, we receive the message that doing it all, wanting it all and having access to it all are the hallmarks of what makes us valuable, important and lovable. Worse yet, we have been conditioned to believe that it is our own idea to want it all, when in fact this belief is being sold to us daily through various media outlets. And so, we drive ourselves relentlessly with the technologies exacerbating and accelerating our wantings. We have passed this on to our children, and in so doing we have bypassed the importance of “No.” We have forgotten that to say no is to say yes. We have forgotten that to protect something precious we must learn to say no, a lot. We have forgotten that “no” creates the container out of which “yes” is born.

One of the most powerful things we can do for ourselves and for our children, is to get very, very good at saying “No.” And while this flies in the face of the cultural message that “we can have it all”, it is the very thing we need to do to insure our children stay human. We can refuse to have this conversation, but the truth is, it will go on with or without us. And what we refuse to address will be become our children’s burden to bear..

Appreciation

 

I attended a yoga class right before January 1st, where the focus was decidedly and unusually not on our New Year’s resolutions, but instead on appreciating what it is that we have been and done over the past year. No goals to be had. No diets to be tried. No personality quirks to work on. It was amazing! The appreciation that ran through me had a palpable effect on the fluidity and grace of my body. And as for my mood? Ease, lightness and joy were in abundance.

In New Age circles, there is a body of work known as the Abraham Teachings. Underlying it all is the belief that appreciation is the closest vibration we humans have to Divine Love. This flies in the face of the attitude that says we must keep ourselves under our own thumbs with our noses to the grindstone. What if it were true that appreciating who we are and what we have done, as is, was the path to Love, Truth and Connection to All That Is? What if we were not supposed to be beating ourselves up?

Cognitive Dissonance

 

I was at a solstice gathering where a woman overheard someone asking me about a workshop I had done at a Waldorf school on technology and children. She assumed I had gone in to get the school  “up to speed in the 21st century, since we are no longer living in Germany in the 1920’s;” where and when Waldorf had come into existence. And so, even though the workshop focus had been quite the opposite, I decided to listen instead of “setting her straight.”

It seems she loved the Waldorf school for her oldest, but that when it came for her next child, she felt he could not possibly live with the technology “limits” the school recommended. She spoke strongly about the necessity of the school getting with the times. Then, an interesting thing happened; the more she spoke, the more her position changed. She acquiesced that, of course, she recognized the way that it had taken over her own life. She lamented the fact that it made her sad and uneasy to see the way the kids were constantly hunched over their devices. She openly worried about what was happening to the children. And well, yes, maybe there was something to be gained from the Waldorf approach to limiting technology in childhood.

Something significant struck me that day and it can be summed up in two words; cognitive dissonance. In Psychology, the Theory of Cognitive Dissonance holds that human beings seek consistency between reality and their expectations, ideas and beliefs. If we do not experience an internal harmony in this regard, we will do something to reduce the discomfort that this discrepancy causes. One way we reduce the dissonance is to ignore or deny a reality that does not mesh with our beliefs. And there it is. This is why so many of us can see the truth of how the technologies are undermining childhood and at the same time, suppress that knowing. We have come to believe so strongly, for so many reasons, that the technologies are such  a necessity or a vast improvement in their lives, that we are choosing to deny what stands before us. This is how we can see disturbing trends unfolding before us without trying to change anything. We have found a way to promote distraction, disconnection and disengagement as a way of life for our children, and except for an occasional worry or freak out, have found a way to deny what is happening without losing too much sleep over it.

In yoga there is a Sanskrit word called chalana, which means to churn. It is understood that we can be churned by the world and those around us and that we ourselves can engage in practices that intentionally churn us. Through the churning we are melted down and then come back together to a place of greater perspective. An external churning would be the undeniable reality that your 12 year old has cleared your bank account of thousands of dollars to pay for video game charms. It would be very difficult to ignore that reality no matter what your beliefs. An internal churning would be allowing yourself to pay attention to the uneasy feelings that arise regarding your child and the time they spend in front of  a screen. One way or another, we will all churn over what is happening to our kids. Could we not consciously, for their sake, commit to feeling what we are feeling, even when that requires us to challenge and change the beliefs and ideas that we as a culture hold near and dear? Could we not acknowledge the dissonance and be willing to change, just a little, as our gift to them?

 

 

 

Winter

 

Winter is the time of quiet. It is the silence following a blizzard. It is the time to go in and in and in. It is the time for slowing down and conserving energies. It is at this time that the seeds of the following seasons are planted. And it is in the darkness that they wait.

Many of us are afraid of the dark. Fairy tales and myths abound with monsters, demons and enemies that live in the dark places, waiting to spring out and get us. Wombs are dark. As are caves. The very bottom of the ocean is darker than the darkest night. These places are beyond the light of ordinary living and sight. And while this may set us on edge, if we deny or ignore the dark places, we refuse great potential and fertility.

Many traditions have a deeply reverent and appreciative relationship with the dark. A shaman is “one who sees in the dark.” The Hindu goddess Kali, the black, fierce and frightening one, is most beloved by her devotees who know her to be a loving and devoted mother. The dark goddess in Yoga is the one who clears the path for the light-filled goddess to bestow her blessings

It is not easy to be in the dark. It is not easy to be still. We are so frightened of what we might find “in there.” And yet, if we miss this part of life, we miss out on one half of our experience. For how can we know the light without the dark? It is in the dark that we are able to hear our small, still voice. It is in the dark that we learn to become attentive to ourselves and what is true. Being brave and patient enough to go there is akin to getting close to a wild animal. Close enough to pick up an owl stuck in a screened-in porch. Close enough to see a fawn trembling. There is magic in the dark places. We need this. Desperately.

This winter, make it a habit to just sit down. Do nothing else. Not even meditating, journaling or reading. Just sit and let yourself be. Do not look for anything. Do not try and figure anything out. Just sit. You will be amazed at what reveals itself to you.

Milestones

 

I ran a road race this past Sunday called the Hot Chocolate Run. As I crossed the finish line, I burst into tears. This surprised me. Some of the feelings I could pinpoint. Some, remain a mystery to me. What I knew was how  happy I felt to be part of this crazy mob of people in all their outfits, shapes, sizes and varying degrees of fitness. And I also knew how blessed I felt to be able to run at all.

I have not always felt this way at the end of a race. I have been a runner since I was a freshman in high school and for many years I used coercion, competition and shame to motivate myself. A number of years ago, I was out struggling through a run when suddenly my body went rogue and just stopped. I burst into tears. The unthinkable had happened; I had stopped forcing my body. I had stopped telling my body what to do. Relief flooded me. The reign of terror was over.

For the next several years, I walked. Over time, and only with my body’s permission, I started to run again, but only downhill, and in the woods, never in a straight line, and never uphill. I ran at a pace and for distances that the earlier me would have ridiculed. But I stuck with it because it felt good. That was my only agenda; what felt good to my body. Throughout my “comeback” I had only two prayers: “Help me to move in a way that honors my body and allows me to be strong in who I am in the world” and “I want to be able to run with my people.” It took years of listening to my body to discover just what it meant to be me in the world and just who “my people” were. The race on Sunday was a personal and palpable milestone for the power of moving my body in ways that allowed me to shed old patterns and open to something greater within.

Our body’s musculature carries imprints of every way we have ever held ourselves, recoiled in fear, contracted out of shame, or tightened out of hurt.  It carries the shapes of the thoughts and feelings we have about ourselves and our place in the world.  All the ways we feel as though we need to hold ourselves in order to be good, OK, successful, safe, loved and more are revealed in the shape, tone and condition of our muscles. If you want to know the truth about yourself, ask your muscles.

Out Of The Mouth Of A Grown Up Babe

 

My oldest is 19. When she left for Germany back in the fall, she joined Facebook for the very first time. It has allowed her to keep up with friends back home and even create new friends in a foreign country through au pair meet up groups. This is a great example of the technology serving, helping us to maintain and create connection in our relationships. But when the tragedy in Paris struck, the way the medium disconnects us from ourselves, one another and life, becomes all too obvious.

The rallying cry on Facebook among her “friends” was to demonstrate solidarity for Paris by changing the picture on their profiles to the French flag. For a precise and very short amount of time, comments abounded on the tragedy, then quickly faded away and went back to business as usual, pictures and all. “Pointless” and “overwhelmingly shallow” were my daughters words to me regarding the Facebook approach to dealing with tragedy, loss and terror. As someone who grew up with ample opportunity to be well established in her own emotions while experiencing the power of true intimacy, she understands that difficult times are best dealt with in ways that allow for depth of feeling, permission for a range of emotions to be expressed, as well as the time needed to struggle towards meaning. True intimacy, and its power to transform and heal through the unbearable, does not arise where quick and catchy posts squeezed in between the moments of our lives drive the exchange.

When we allow social media to take the lead in teaching our children about real life connections, we give our children empty and harmful approaches to dealing with overwhelming events and information. One of the things our children need most is the ability to stand in the face of the overwhelming and make sense of it. No amount of time spent on social media will get them there. Ever. As a matter of fact, without a solid foundation beneath them, access to social media generates anxiety, hopelessness, and a lack of agency in themselves.

Our children must be allowed a childhood where they have the space and the appropriate modelling for what it truly means to be connected socially. They must be given years and years to develop the emotional intelligence, along with the resilience it brings, to live satisfying lives. Couldn’t we give them the time they need to become established in their social and emotional natures before turning them over to the machines? Couldn’t we agree that it is well worth any “sacrifice” on our parts to give them this time? Couldn’t we stop offering up pointless and shallow ways of teaching them to connect? We could.

What Do You Care Most About?

 

I was recently introduced to a wonderful meditation technique. To try it, find 5 quiet minutes someplace. Anyplace. Sit with your eyes closed. Settle into your breathing. Begin to focus on something or someone that you really care about. Let images and feelings wash through you and over you. What do you care most about in all the world? Who do you care most about? (It could be you!) Focus on that for 5 minutes. Let it take whatever shape it wants to take. Notice how you feel when you are done.

Many people feel as though their minds are too active to meditate. And though it takes effort, the truth is, we are all capable of focusing our minds. When we were very young, this ability came naturally. The trick is to find a focus that anchors you in such a way that you remain engaged even when the ordinary mind goes wandering off all over the place. The simple act of returning over and over to our focus generates an awareness of ourselves and how our minds operate. And that awareness is what changes our inner and outer worlds. Can you imagine a moment in time when the whole world focused not on what it was afraid of or wanted to condemn or control, but on what mattered most to all of us? That would be heaven on earth.