When I Was Down And Lost

l was asked to think of a favorite quote and ended up, instead, thinking of of a time Watch the cloudswhen I was so down and so lost, so forsaken that I knew my life was over. Obviously, it wasn’t, but I’d like to share those thoughts with you today. I hope you or someone you love might find these words bring hope.

DOWN AND LOST

When you feel down and lost, so low that there is nothing left.
When you feel your life has no more meaning and there is nothing left for you.
When you are so low that you are in that black pit, you know the one.

That was the time I laid myself flat out on the ground and just lay there.
I lay  watching the sky and clouds,
Without thought and without feelings.
No sense of anything,
Just lay there.
Not feeling the ground at my back.
Just lying there, doing nothing,
Watching the clouds slide on by,
Changing into phantasmagoric shapes
But I didn’t see them
Watched them slide away into nothingness

I lay there, my back flat out on the ground,
And watched the sky and the clouds.
No thoughts, judgment, or criticism,
No hopes, wishes, or loss.
No feelings
Just clouds and sky sliding away into nothingness –
Like me.

Until one day,
Who knows what day
Or how long it took to get to that day,
Just one day,
That one day,
I actually saw … something

I saw shapes drifting by in the sky.
I saw colors of the sky and the clouds.
I saw changing light and changing shapes.
I saw …. something
And still I lay there with my back flat on the ground.

And then one day,
Who knows what day or how long it took to get to that day,
Just one day, that one day
A thought floated through,
Was it in the clouds, on the air?
Just a single thought
But it was a thought that carried with it the beat of my heart
A thought that caused a movement
A stir in my body –
Just a small,
Tiny movement …
But movement

And that thought, the thought that changed my life,
The thought that woke me from the pit,
The thought that gave me life
Was this

When I am so low
When I have nothing and no one,
When I am forsaken by others,
Forsaken by myself as well,
As I lie here on the ground
Because there is no place and nothing

The ONLY thing left,
The ONLY thing for me to do,
The ONLY way for me to go

is up.

And I stood, slowly,
And slowly I walked, And eventually, I lived.

Jan Revell 12/23/2014

 

My phone and the Laundry Chute

So… I finally got moved (It onhtc phone photoly took two carloads, which is nice). I’m house sitting for some lovely people who are headed to AZ for the winter; so I’ll be here through March.

One of the MAJOR points we forgot to discuss was the password to their wifi, so I texted them to ask. No idea. Finally, she called the company and had my name added so they would talk to me. I called. “We can’t access the password unless we know the name of the modem.” WHAT? The modem is in her office, which she locked (didn’t want me to see the mess). This is NOT going to be good. So, I call her and ask if there is any way for me to get into that room. She told me there is a key in the closet in the hall, “you know, the one with the laundry chute.”  No, I had no idea, so she had to talk me through the house to find this closet. Then, she says, “lift the shelf on the left and it’s under the shelf” – sure enough, there was the key! Yay!

Then, where is the modem? It’s under the desk (of course). I crawl under the desk and verify – not enough light and I need an extra set of glasses – the ones hanging around my neck aren’t strong enough. Go search through luggage to locate glasses. Back in the office, thankfully, the cord to the modem was long enough so I could sit on the desk chair and not have to get down on the floor again! And the desk lamp cord is long enough to allow me to move the lamp to the front of the desk. Yay! And, there’s the modem name and password, and it works, hooray!!

I left the office and locked it, of course, making sure I had the key in my hand, just in case. While lifting the shelf to replace the key in its place, my phone slipped out of my hand, bounced on the closet floor and slid neatly into the laundry chute! Crap!

But … Where does the laundry chute come out?

I hightailed it downstairs and into the laundry room. No obvious laundry chute. The only possibility I can see is a cupboard, but it seemed to be locked. I thought “another locked door” and kept looking – all over the basement – many rooms, no laundry chute. Where in the heck is it? It has to be down here .. somewhere.  And I can’t call the homeowner because my phone is in the laundry chute!!

Giving up, I go back upstairs to find my trusty flashlight, then get on my hands and knees to peer into the laundry chute (it’s in the floor of the closet) and sure enough, there was my phone with some laundry. From up here, I see a sliver of light and realize that the deposit location is, indeed, in that cupboard. Once more downstairs to the laundry room and YANK on those doors – which opened to reveal laundry AND my phone. Such a relief it is!

Okay, you may laugh now!

Giving Thanks on Thanksgiving

It’s  the time of year for Thanksgiving and moving into Christmas. This is a time when gratitude shines brightly and people tend to be a littleHappy Thanksgiving 2014 more giving and sharing, and when we take time to be grateful. What are you grateful for this year? Please share in the comments below and let’s fill the world with gratitude. Then share on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instagram and every other place you share online – and then get offline and share your gratitude with others.

What does it mean to be grateful and how do we show it? Some of the obvious ways are by sharing dinner with family and friends, giving toys for a toy drive, giving to the Salvation Army pots, choosing a name from a giving tree, and perhaps even having $20 or $50 of one-dollar bills to pass out to those in need. Sometimes it means sitting in front of a fireplace, cozied up with a hot toddy, warm cider or hot chocolate and sharing stories with each other, or just spending that time alone, with or without a good book.

Some of the things for which I’m grateful: a home to protect me from the elements, a bed that keeps me off the floor, a warm blanket for those cold nights and a fan for a breeze when it’s too warm. I am grateful for friends  and family, near and far. I’m grateful for the returned smile from someone I don’t know, but for that few seconds, we share a silent “Hello.” I’m grateful for my many Facebook friends and for their loving posts; some bring tears to my eyes and some make me laugh out loud. Above all, I’m grateful for this life I’m living, for the many experiences, both painful and joyful, and for the memories I’ve made; the pictures and music in my mind, and the knowledge that I AM more than just a physical body. I am grateful for my Angels and Guides; for the love that flows through me from them and out to others. I’m grateful for my clients who reach out to those Angels for help, clarification, and comfort. I am grateful.

Whatever your life situation, I hope you can find at least one thing for which to be thankful. I would love to hear your gratitudes and thanks in the comments below as well as on my Facebook page, Pinterest, etc.

Jan’s Talk on Forgiveness

Mom & Jan in New Orleans at Cafe du Mond
Mom & Jan in New Orleans at Cafe du Mond

When I was asked to speak about forgiveness for today’s service, I said, “Sure!” thinking to myself “I’ve worked with that concept, that feeling, that idea. I’ve had to learn it before.” Of course, since those lessons were in the past, they have taken on a somewhat depersonalized air, and I can even feel a little sense of superiority in my ego mind. “I’ve learned to do that,” says I.

As I hung up the phone from that conversation, mom asked, “Who was that?” I told her it was Pam and she wanted me to speak for a few minutes on forgiveness on Sunday. “Oh!” she said eagerly. “Where did I put that paper? Our minister spoke about that recently.” My immediate reaction was, “Oh great! Now I’ll have to listen to the ‘right’ way to go about forgiving – or perhaps that I need forgiveness for my words, actions, sins.” Mom didn’t find that paper, but she did stare at me intently and say, “I hope you and your brother can forgive each other.”

Yes, well. I’ve been trying to work with that one myself over the past month or so.

Recently, my brother told me to call him if I want to give him updates, tell him something about mom’s health and well being, her needs, my concerns with her, etc., and not to use email. “My computer is for MY convenience,” he arrogantly stated. I informed him that email is for MY convenience and I really don’t care about his convenience. He doesn’t live here, he doesn’t go to the doctor with her, he doesn’t see her confusion by day, or have to call 911 by night when her sugar drops and she collapses. He doesn’t listen to be sure she is breathing at night – or even in the daytime when she naps, or watch her wobble about on unsteady feet, or worry about her – nor does he see fit to contribute financially in any way to her well being. Yet *I* should concern myself with his convenience. My anger and resentment reared up like a raging dragon and I slammed the phone down. Nostrils flaring, flames shooting out of my eyes, I stomped around the house and roared. “That jerk! Him and his holier than thou attitude, his “my way or the highway” almightiness. His Little Lord Fauntleroyness.

But who gets so upset?                                   Me.
And Whose stomach is in knots?                    Mine.
And Whose head aches from the anger?        Mine.
And Who is the one causing distress to the very atmosphere in our home?      Me.

Isn’t it interesting that the one most impacted by this anger, resentment, and hurt, this protectiveness toward mom – is me! And who do I hand over the controls to my life through this anger and resentment? To HIM! The very person with whom I am angry!

Internet sources define Forgiveness as follows.

  • compassionate feelings that support a willingness to forgive
  • the act of excusing a mistake or offense (wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn)
  • Forgiveness is the mental and/or spiritual process of ceasing to feel resentment, indignation or anger against another person for a perceived offense, difference or mistake, or ceasing to demand punishment or restitution.  en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forgiveness
  • The one I like the best – Forgiveness is a choice the forgiver makes to let go of resentment held in the forgiver’s mind of a perceived wrong or difference, either actual or imagined. …
    www.answers.com/topic/glossary-of-spirituality-related-terms-d-f

Wikipedia:

Yoga teachers Joel Kramer and Diana Alstead assert that faith-based ideals of forgiveness, while appearing selfless, contain implicit selfish aspects. They state that “when forgiving contains a moral component, there is moral superiority in the act itself that can allow one to feel virtuous.” They ask: “As long as one is judging the other lacking, how much letting go can there be?” They note that “Where the virtue in ‘moralistic foregiving’ lies is also complicated by the fact that it is often unclear who benefits more from it, the one doing the forgiving or the one being forgiven.” Not surprisingly, they note “that for many people, forgiving is an area of confusion intellectually.

Some years ago, through various teachings and readings, I determined the best way for me to deal with and understand forgiveness was in terms of reincarnation, which teaches that it’s the emotional impact of a situation that determines whether we have learned a lesson and can “let go” (of the baggage) and move on or not. I had to learn to Let. Go. of the intense emotion – essentially neutralizing that passionate reaction – in order to “let it go” – to forgive. I had to neutralize the emotional grip so that *I* could move on. I learned that we tend to repeat lessons until we have learned them. You have probably had similar experiences – where you go through a situation over and over again – until you “get it.” Different people, different place, same situation. Did you “get it” this time? I got pretty bored with going through the same things over and over again, so decided if I had to spend my life learning lessons, at least I could try for variety! Learn this one now – then Move ON! Get something different going on!

The biggest factor for me was learning how to let go of – to neutralize – the passion, the consuming emotion in a situation. Because that emotion – or attachment – is what holds us to that particular lesson. By learning to let go – to forgive – I have the chance to get out of boring and into a different lesson!

Yes, I’ve done a lot of letting go in my life – and had quite a variety of “lessons,” but this recurrent, this once again current – lesson is with relationships. For some reason, it seems relationships within a family are more challenging than many other kinds, perhaps because we form them at a very young (and impressionable) age, so they tend to be more cellularly intertwined than later relationships.

So, how do I forgive my brother’s arrogance, pigheadedness, lack of respect and care for my mother, and all those other judgmental comments I have about him? Of course, I am nothing like him. I’m not arrogant, pigheaded, stubborn, or any of those negative things, right? Ha! And even if so – self righteousness raises its ugly head and proclaims, “Of course, I’m right.” And “God is on my side!”

All of which is moot. And who cares anyway? What I DO care about is letting go of these fierce emotions that cause me distress and result in wasted time, wasted effort, and leave me with a blistering headache. I refuse to allow this to continue. It intrudes in my daily life, upsets my stomach and just flat out makes me sick.

The other day, I had a realization – there is a possibility my brother is afraid. He is a scared little boy who doesn’t know how to handle his fear in any way other than to bluster and bluff.

When he visits mom, it’s Little Lord Fauntleroy visits Princess Daisy. They preen and fawn over each other, flirt and laugh, and they fulfill an emotional need. He has always been “Mama’s little boy” – “hanging on mama’s apron strings.” He needs her approval and love. She needs his adoration and love. And they are happy together – because they meet each other’s need. When the visit is over and each goes their separate way, they are fulfilled and sated for a time. Mom’s cheeks are rosier after their visit, and she wears a smile – until real life intrudes again – in the form of a daughter who has become the parent. It’s quite sad, really, but there it is.

So, how do I forgive this arrogant Prince who has my mother’s love and adoration? How do I let go of my anger and resentment?

While living at a distance, I could easily say, “Mom prefers Bruce; and he needs her. Let them take care of each other. They don’t want or need me in the picture.” I was correct – then. And for my brother, that is still true. He would prefer I was not in the picture. But he also wants to continue to think of his mother as “always there” and, sadly, younger and healthier than she is. When she dies, I will have tears but few regrets. I am here, not just doing my daughterly duty, but learning to live in relationship with my mother as an adult and in ways we never imagined would be necessary. I am at peace with my mother’s passing. My mother’s son, on the other hand, continues to live his life in denial of his precious mother’s mortality. The shock and regrets he will face are more than I ever want to bear, and I pity him. By trying to control me, he perhaps feels he can control mom’s living. He can then blame me for her death because I’m the one who is here – and he will just be a man (or little boy) bereft – lost at sea with no one there to save him.

As you can see, part of my process for learning to “forgive” – to let go of the emotional baggage I carry around this relationship – is to try and understand the root cause of HIS anger and resentment toward me. Perhaps, if I understand his fears better, I will be able to have those “compassionate feelings that support a willingness to forgive.”

Perhaps, with some understanding, I might be ready to make that choice to let go of resentment held in my mind of a perceived wrong or difference, either actual or imagined. …      I hope so.

Studies show that people who forgive are happier and healthier than those who hold resentments. I have also found this to be true. However, I also know that letting go (forgiving) does not necessarily mean liking the person or even having anything to do with them. My letting go of anger and resentment toward my mother’s son does not mean I have to like him – or have any contact with him. Letting go – or forgivness – neutralizes the passion and consuming nature of anger – but friendship does not necessarily follow.

I have also realized that forgiveness, or letting go of the emotional baggage, is a selfish act. It really has little to do with the other person, but it accomplishes several things for me, the most important of which is making it possible for me to live a joy-filled life

My goal is to learn to forgive – to let go of those fierce emotions – and when that is accomplished, I can channel that passion, that wonderful energy into positive and perfect solutions for my life.

This talk was given at the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Charlotte County in Port Charlotte FL on October 5, 2008.

7/21/2013

I found this “talk” today while looking through files. While reading it, I realized that my goal of forgiveness/letting go toward my birth brother has been achieved. Since our mother’s death, we had contact regarding her gravestone; however, once that was accomplished, there has been no further contact. It was clear that my mother was the single reason for any relationship between us.

While reading through this document, I focused on my feelings and thoughts, and found no emotion around this situation or the man who was born as “my brother.” Interestingly, I was shown a photo of him recently and discovered no emotion at all in seeing him – he is simply a stranger whose face I happen to recognize.

Letting go of those fierce emotions has resulted in a life journey I could not have anticipated when this missive was written!

If you are working on “forgiveness” in your life, I encourage you to focus on it for however long it takes to accomplish that goal. Find someone who has been on the journey to assist you as you take the steps and who will walk with you along the way. As you let go of the fierce emotions, with compassion for yourself, carry with you the awareness that miracles are waiting for you, just on the other side of that fierce emotional wall.

 

Are You Truly Living In The Present?

Discovery of today: On my way to celebrate a friend’s anniversary, I realized that the only times I have been here now, totally present in the moment, have been times of being involved in some wonderful conversations.

Another such time was the winter I spent in a log cabin in the mountains of WA that my partner and I had built. I was alone with a dog and cat (a proven mouser) for that winter; melting snow for water (all water), doing medical transcription via 28-baud modem for a company in Utah, cutting and splitting wood for heat, shoveling steps into the snow to get from the car to the cabin; there I was present every moment.

Throughout the rest of my life, however, in my “everyday life,” whether employed, unemployed, vacationing, working – regardless – I cannot recall being totally present in the moment. Rather, it has been planning: what to do next to improve my income, or where to move, or … or…. or. Never a time of being able to say, every day, no matter what I was doing,”I AM here. I am present. I AM embracing my life in this moment, in every moment of every day.”

When I mentioned that to a couple people at the festivities today, their response was, “I KNOW!” I was stunned as I thought it was just me who was remiss in this. Abraham-Hicks came to mind (obviously) and I now have a glimpse of some of what they are sharing about being present; changing my belief, my moment. So it is with clear intent that I AM resting in the moment and totally enjoying it – no matter how rich or poor, no matter my health, no matter what. I AM committed to living in the moment, every moment, for the rest of my life.

What is your story about this?