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Rushing Through Life

How much time do you spend on ‘go-mode’, rushing around as if the world would stop spinning otherwise?  For this Type A, recovering workaholic, the act of doing such is a not-so-distant memory. My friend Amy Storm used to say that I was running around with my hair on fire. I would offer that there were times when I would burn the candle at both ends so that often there was no wax more left and that I was running on adrenalin and fumes. That was until my healer friend Karen Fairman told me while I was lying on her table ready for an IET  (Integrated Energy Therapy) session feeling more than a bit wiped out, that my adrenals weren’t in the best condition.

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In the past few years, I have sporadically gone up and down with my energy levels. It wasn’t until after I experienced the death of my mother and found my way through the maze of the business of taking care of her finances, that I truly slowed my pace, of necessity and choice. I felt subdued and mildly shut down, in a wee bit of protective of my hurting heart mode. The professional social worker/minister/POA/executor of her estate gave way to the daughter who was now an adult orphan. Ever the social butterfly, I declined some invitations that I would have jumped at before. My schedule was always jam packed with work and play. I used to say the sleep was highly over-rated when there was fun to be had. The only challenge now that I have eased my pace a bit, is that my body clock still wakes me up at dark o’clock. Gotta regulate that.

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What I have noticed is that it frees me up to have more quiet, still, intimate moments with people in my life, when I’m not attempting to squeeze in time with them. I feel more present and mindful. Gratitude and grace have taken the place of the desire to impress or meet everyone’s needs.  I am learning to glide across the floor rather than break dance. Spontaneity has stepped in when once upon a time, things felt like they had to be planned and regimented.

How much more life would you like to have time for?  I choose all of it.

 

A blast from my past  http://youtu.be/TBQxG0Z72qM  59th Street Bridge Song/Feeling Groovy by Simon and Garfunkel, accompanied by The Smothers Brothers

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Hugs For Health

I was raised in a family in which nurturing touch was everpresent. Besides my parents and younger sister, our extended family included grandmothers, aunts, uncles and cousins, as well as those who I consider ‘family of choice’. I can be sure that I met the requirements described above.  In my teens, I was in a youth group (USY-United Synagogue Youth) and at our weekend retreats, there were usually puppy piles of willing cuddlers.  When I attended Glassboro State College (now Rowan University), I worked for a counseling center called Together, Inc which was an appropriately named organization, since affection was overflowing there too.  For many, sadly, that isn’t the case. Most people live and work in low touch environments in which their healthy touch needs aren’t met. Babies who don’t receive hugs, cuddles and kisses, fail to thrive and many die. As a mental health social worker for many years, I have witnessed the outcome in terms of depression, anxiety, addiction, high risk behaviors and suicidal ideation among those who are touch starved or for whom touch was abusive or non-consentual.

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As a single/widowed adult, I have many friends who are cuddle buddies, and on whom I can count to provide support and love in that form.  I also facilitate a workshop called Cuddle Party which is about communication, boundary setting and safe, nurturing, consentual touch. As such, I have also seen the flip side…the miracles that occur when folks get to immerse themselves in this kind of nourishment. They lighten up emotionally and physically and I can literally see a shift in their appearance and demeanor. They have expressed verbally that it really does make  a difference in the ways they view themselves and touch itself.  Relationships heal, intimacy deepens, new friendships are forged. The world becomes a more welcoming place.  As a hugger by genetics and choice (I always ask first, since becoming a CP facilitator:), I see it as some of the most potent medicine for what ails us.  I know that  hugging binds people together, when words aren’t enough.I’ve long had a fantasy of holding CP’s at the White House and the U.N. Anyone have connections?

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A few weeks ago, I carried around my FREE HUGS sign for the Raise The Vibration Event in Philadelphia and was delighted to have shared heart-hugs with 100 + people on a day that carried with it rain, wind-gusts and then brilliant sunshine. I’m convinced that smiling, hugging people bring out the beams. What was cool was watching people I had hugged, ‘pay it forward’ by hugging others. Seeing that becoming a world wide phenom.

Speaking of world-wide; last night, I carried on a cyber conversation with a Cuddle Party facilitator in  Capetown, Africa named Barry Du Plooy, who sounded enthusiastic about being a Cuddle ambassador in that region. What an amazing way to unite folks on a continent that has seen war and division, hatred and racism. Hugs speak in a common language. He is the 71st person who became certified since its creation  by relationship coaches Reid Mihalko and Marcia Baczynski in 2004.  I was #27.  Adults from all walks of life and relationship status attend. A few weeks ago, I had the joy of co-facilitating with the effervescent, bubbling over with bliss Monique Darling who came to the East Coast from San Diego. Such a beautiful web of connectivity was woven amongst those gathered. I like to say that although the facilitator creates the safe container, the participants co-create the experience.  We laughed, cried, hugged, snuggled, cuddled and spooned. Amazing conversations take place when the walls come down. Safe, nurturing touch really does have that kind of power.

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So today, I invite you to embrace yourself, the beings in your life and and go out and throw your arms around the world.

www.cuddleparty.com

One of my favorite songs about hugging written by Fred Small and performed here by Rabbi Yossi and Pastor Paul. The Hug Song   http://youtu.be/0W0lMk70Y-8

 

 

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Restoring Faith In Humanity

I saw this photo of a monumentous event. At a Gay Pride parade in Chicago, a group of Christians bravely stood up with/for their Gay and Lesbian brothers and sisters as they countered centuries of homophobia. Imagine the celebration that took place as those whose choice of who they love was disparaged at minimum, demonized at the extreme, read these signs. I got goosebumps at the possibility that all followers of Christ could choose to be Christ-like and refrain from judgement of those whose love-styles were different from their own. It in no way means that they all agree with the choices, just rising above condemnation.  I wonder what the heart of someone who selects hate and fear over love and acceptance, looks like. Anger and bigotry poisons the one holding it even more than the one to whom it is directed.

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I am not a big tv watcher; usually my viewing takes place at the gym while on the ellipitical or gazelle machines. There is a show called “What Would You Do?” which is of the values clarification Candid Camera genre, hosted by John Quiñones. One episode involved a woman trying on a wedding gown.  She was a beautiful blonde (really an actor) who when wearing a gorgeous dress was being admired by the saleswoman (also an actor) who said something like “Oh, he’s just going to love seeing you come down the aisle. You look stunning.” The bride replied, “Not he….she. I’m marrying a woman.”  At that, the (seemingly) shocked saleswoman told her that she couldn’t possibly allow her to buy the fabric confection since it was appalling to her that she was a Lesbian. This scene was repeated several times and at one point the tearful woman was being pulled at as the saleswoman attempted to get her to take off the gown. Each time, the other customers were disgusted at the saleswoman’s reaction and comforted the bride and a few guided her out of the store and refused to shop there themselves. The most poignant was an African American mother and daughter who cried when witnessing the altercation and one of them said that this was equivalent of the racism that multi-cultural or bi-racial couples have faced. How relieved they all were, when John waltzed in and  it was revealed that it was staged for the camera. The sad part is how often this does happen in real life where same sex couples are not afforded the same right to marry. When I officiate at ceremonies, I consider them weddings; not commitment ceremonies as some refer to them. The only difference is that in most places, it is not yet state sanctioned.

Seeing this photo and watching that show have restored my sometimes wavering faith in humanity.

 

http://youtu.be/-z2LNsifEzg  Love’s In Need of Love by Stevie Wonder

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Already There

A quote from one of my favorite authors:

Can miles truly separate you from friends… If you want to be with someone you love, aren’t you already there?”-Richard Bach
I am blessed to be sailing on the love-ship with a crew of heart-y ship mates that hail from all over the world. I was encouraging someone recently to take an inventory of the people who have crossed paths with them over the years; from the most fleeting encounter in a check out line in a supermarket, to the most long term and meaningful partnerships.  I could likely count into the six figures when I imagine those who I have had direct face to face friendships and intimate romantic relationships,  co-workers, clients, students, couples and families I have worked with as a minister, notables I have interviewed for the various publications for which I write,  people I have met when I have attended classes and workshops, folks I have  served as a volunteer….and then there are facebook friends whose lives touch mine via the marvels of modern technology. There are those who are still in body and those whose love surrounds me from the ethers. We are taught that those in our immediate, proximate circles are of greater value. Certainly, there are degrees and levels of intimacy that we have in our lives and commitment to our families. I am in awe of the connection I have with what I call ‘family of choice'; those kindred souls who show up by Divine Appointment and tickle my life so wondrously.  When I think of them, I get a big ‘ol goofy grin on my face. It’s amazing how quickly we can bond with someone when we recognize that spark.
I had mentioned ongoing connection with loved ones who have passed. My husband and both parents are among that group, as well as aunts, uncles and grandparents, friends and co-workers. Although I do feel pangs of awwwww and owwww when I think of them at times, I feel an even stronger sense of the eternal threads that bind us together.
I hold this image of a loooonnnng table around which sits folks from all aspects of my life and all eras, getting to know one another, laughing and smiling, finding their common threads. Lively music is playing, and some choose to get up and dance. The table is filled to over-flowing with all of their favorite culinary delights that they share with one another.  As I think about this scene, I know that they are all already there and I hug them close while we sail on our ship of dreams.
http://youtu.be/gQDJ45qJHBQ Dreamboat Annie by Heart
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