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Introducing Erin Lane, editor of Talking Taboo (and a giveaway!)

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About a decade ago, I had the wonderful fortune of teaching a nonfiction essay writing class to some amazing college sophomores (this class wasn’t for credit and all of these students had elected to do this workshop series in the hopes of working on their own writing).  The group of students was really special and among them was Erin Lane whose writing I instantly loved and whose personality I just adored.  She was both reverent and irreverent, bursting with both gravitas and irony.   She was funny and had so much heart and pluck and mirth.  And her writing was exquisite– smart, insightful and tender and she was as funny on paper as she was in person (this, I promise you, is a damn hard thing to pull off).

A few years later, Erin had graduated but was living in town and I was staring down the publication of Hijas Americanas: Beauty, Body Image, and Growing Up Latina.  I knew that writers were primarily responsible for their own book publicity, and the scale of that effort was daunting.  In a flash, I thought, “I should handle a Marketing Assistant” and “I should hire Erin Lane.”  She had a job but, lucky me, she was game for just this type of gig.  Erin was a wonderful– I mean really, really naturally talented- marketing manager and that was awesome but even better than her being a marketing maven, she became an incredible friend.  We talked about faith, family, style, whether or not we wanted to become parents, good books, our dogs (our dogs, incidentally, became besties).  And it was in conversations with Erin about Hijas Americanas and the women and girls I was meeting on my book tour that the basic foundation for Circle de Luz was created.  Ultimately, Erin helped shepherd Circle de Luz into being by meeting with lawyers and CPAs with me, hosting focus groups with me, creating the website, and, in a move that is so illuminating of her character and way of being in the world, providing the seed money to help Circle get its non-profit license.  Not long after Circle launched, Erin moved cross-country.  She’s back in North Carolina (although not right by me, sadly), has a passion-driven career, and a fascinating new book that just launched.  Because I think this book is so important and Erin so brilliant, I asked her some questions so you could get to know this fabulous lady, too.  And I am also giving away a copy of her book.  Read on to get to know Erin, her book, and to enter the book giveaway contest!

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Talking Taboo: American Christian Women Get Frank About Faith was a passion and purpose project. Can you talk about how the book came into being and what it offers readers?  

The book came into being because of two very smart young Muslim women, author Zahra Suratwala and journalist Maria Ebrahimji, who developed the I Speak For Myself series. The idea was to have a platform that includes both well-known and emerging voices speaking about the lived details of their faith – not abstract theologies or soap-box issues. I remember a three-way phone conversation I had very early on with these two about working together on an anthology from American Christian women. They had already completed two anthologies from Muslim American women and men’s experiences and were hoping to eventually do one each for Jewish American women and men. Knowing that the Christian publishing scene was already crowded, I said, “What if we had contributors speak on what isn’t being talked about in our churches and faith communities?” There was so much energy over the idea that we were talking over one another the whole time, and I hung up with the “good buzz,” you know, the kind where you know this project is going to give back every ounce of energy it requires from you – if not more. My co-editor, Enuma Okoro, came on soon after, and we began forming a group of 40 writers under 40 from all different faith backgrounds, political leanings, and theological orientations.

The book offers readers the ability to both find themselves and stretch themselves as they listen to the bewildering diversity of forty voices. I also want them to feel like they aren’t crazy or alone for feeling contradictions or tensions in their faith life. This is the stuff life is made of and it is not something to wish away but to dive deep down into over coffee or wine. Maybe even a cupcake. Or two.

Often times as writers, we are writing not just to share but for our own further consideration, our own contemplation. What compelled you to write Married Without Children and what did you come away with when you were done? 

I attended a marriage class at my new church right around the time the essay was due. The leaders were great about acknowledging the virtue of both single people and married people in our faith community but when it came to couples without kids the conversation turned sour. The pastor said that the invention of birth control allowed couples to treat children as hobbies instead of gifts. I had to swallow my shock. Birth control not only helped alleviate my severe menstrual cramps far before I ever started having sex but it also gives my husband and I the ability to make ourselves available to other people’s families in ways we wouldn’t be able to if we already had a brood of our own. Writing the essay moved me to see our decision as not just one of preference but one of calling. Some people, after learning about the essay, told me they don’t care whether or not my husband and I have children, and I think to myself, you should care! We’re all bound up together. For us, it is a deeply communal decision to practice the gift of hospitality with other people’s children rather than our own.

You have created a really intentional mission-filled life that fuses several of your passions into your unique purpose.  Could you talk about what your gift to the world is and how you are living it right now? 

I see my gift to the world as being a spiritual mid-wife who helps women in particular birth their voices, ideas, and desires into the world. When I was working as a book publicist for other authors, I always told them that their book was their baby and, of course, it was going to feel vulnerable bringing their baby out of the womb and into the world. (Yes, I told male authors this, too.) My job was to help them breathe, to recommend strategies, and to give them the confidence to share the good news with others without being an overly-smarmy parent. Talking Taboo has allowed me to do this with 39 other contributors. Enuma and I write our contributors encouraging emails each month and follow up with them to support their efforts to set up community events around the country. My work at the Center for Courage and Renewal – I’m currently a retreat facilitator-in-training – also entails creating space for clergy and people of faith to hear and trust the voice of God within them more clearly. To continue the midwifery metaphor here, facilitating one of these retreats is like saying, “Stop reading all those books from the “experts” and learn to follow your mothering instinct on this one!”

We talk about self-awareness and self-acceptance on my blog a lot.  Given that, what do you most appreciate about yourself?

My small boobs. Okay, seriously, I appreciate my thin skin. As a writer and blogger at www.holyhellions.com, I constantly feel like I need to toughen up, learn to take criticism, care less what other people think. Maybe that will be my lesson some day but right now, as hard as it is, I love that I am affected. That I cry when someone leaves me a mean comment. That I get my feelings hurt when a friend doesn’t follow my blog. That I feel envy over the prolific words of other writers and am left more determined to be true to my own voice. Although I wake up some days with what author Brene Brown calls a “vulnerability hangover,” I wouldn’t trade the feeling of feelings.

What is a community issue that you care about and why does it matter to you?  How do you involve yourself in affecting change in that area? 

Poverty is the issue that presses deep on my conscience. In Scripture, I see Jesus over and over again calling attention to the poor and heaping blessing upon blessing on them and those they touch. I want to go where Jesus goes, so I try to put my body next to poor bodies regularly. Sometimes this means just walking in downtown Durham with my head phones off and my wallet full. Or I’ll go to a community protest of an anti-panhandling law or a prayer vigil for victims of gun violence. Sometimes this means my husband and I go spend the night at the Episcopal Church in town where homeless families in transition are sleeping. I don’t know that I’m being effective, I suppose, only that I am trying to be faithful.

If you had five minutes of the world’s attention, what would your message to the world be? 

My message would be abundance. You are enough. There is enough. God is enough. When we live into the scarcity assumption, that I must be more, have more, do more to be loved, happy, accepted, fill in the blank_________, we end up producing the fear we are trying so desperately to quell. One of my favorite writers on this topic is Parker J. Palmer. In Let Your Life Speak he writes, ““Be not afraid” does not mean we cannot have fear…Instead, the words say we do not need to be the fear we have.”

There are many things about you that made my heart sing as we got to know each other.  Things that made me say, “She’s my people!”  And while some of those things were really earnest and tender, let’s be honest, one of those things was your love of cupcakes.  You love cupcakes like I do.  So, give it to me straight.  If your next cupcake was going to be your last cupcake, what would it have to be?

Easy. A lavender cupcake from Cupcake Royale in Seattle. The cake is tender as a sponge. The icing is soft in its crunch. And it has a muffin top. ‘Nuff said.

Where can people pick up their own copies of Talking Taboo?  

Talking Taboo is available through Amazon, White Cloud Press, or your local bookstore. If it’s not at your local bookstore, ask them to stock it! You can also email me about getting a signed copy for $20 [elanebeam@gmail.com] or check out our events calendar to find a signing near you.

Erin S. Lane, MTS, is co-editor of the anthology Talking Taboo: American Christian Women Get Frank About Faith (White Cloud Press, Oct 2013). Her latest work with author Parker J. Palmer and the non-profit Center for Courage & Renewal combines marketing consultation with program development for clergy and congregational leaders. She is also an active board member of the Resource Center for Women and Ministry in the South and is writing her next book with InterVarsity Press about the hard work of belonging to communities of faith. Confirmed Catholic, raised Charismatic, and married to a Methodist, she blogs about the intersection of her faith and feminism atwww.holyhellions.com.

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Want to win a copy of Talking Taboo?  It’s your turn to answer a crucial question. Describe your fantasy cupcake flavor and what memory it invokes for you.

And if cupcakes don’t do it for you, here are two other questions that you can pick from:

– If you wrote an essay on a taboo or unspeakable issue in your faith life, what would it be about in ten words or less?

– Who models for you the courage to speak truth and love boldly?
Enter the giveaway by answering a question in the comments section by noon on Friday, November 8th.  Erin will then select a winner from the answers!

The Happy Sheet: Terrifying AND Amazing

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Spotlight on Mission::Manifest

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I love a good manifesto.  In fact, I have these three in my kitchen.

I wrote this manifesto in my twenties:

embrace my spirituality. CULL WISDOM. Pull out the bones and marrow of life. ALLOW RELATIONSHIPS TO GROW. Serve inwardly and outwardly… MAKE IT HOW I LIVE AND NEVER WHAT I “DO.” Value Balance. FOSTER NATURAL APPRECIATION. Appreciate all those things that merit appreciation. CELEBRATE SIMPLICITY. Be concerned with how I leave things while reflecting on how I am left. LOVE PEOPLE NOT THINGS. Generate voice, facilitate expression. TAKE BIG BITES. Send Flowers. FEEL. Laugh. USE MY PASSION.

I was a few years into college, and I had this intense desire to pin down how I wanted to be in the world. I figured out my values, put words around them and then captured them in little direct statements. When I was done, I transcribed those sentences onto a white poster board with bright letters. That poster board moved with me many times over the next few years.

To someone else, it might have seemed silly but, to me, that little manifesto was a blueprint for how I wanted to be in a world that seemed to be moving quickly. It was a way to ground me in how I wanted to be when a lot of different options were in front of me.

Not long after that, I started writing mission statements- powerful one sentence statements that described exactly what my purpose was in the world at that moment in time. My most recent mission statement reads: Rosie Molinary empowers women to embrace their authentic selves so they can live their passion and purpose and give their gifts to the world.  It’s a couple years old and I am itching to update it.

When people ask me what I do, explaining how I do what I do can be a bit of a quagmire. I teach. I write. I give a lot of time to a nonprofit that is incredibly important to me. But explaining WHAT I do is so much more clear– I really want to empower people to embrace who they are- without apologies- and live on purpose because I believe their soul is meant to be a gift to this world. The writing, the teaching, whatever, are just expressions of that, manifestations of how I live my mission. I hope that I live my purpose not just when I am teaching but when I am talking to someone in the checkout line, too.

One of this year’s most incredible gifts has been living my purpose through the Passion. Purpose. Plunge retreats that I offer in person and virtually. These retreats are all about clearing space and offering an ear and encouragement as wonderful women make way in their life to live on purpose, to give their soul to the world in some way. During many of these retreats, we write a mission statement for the retreat participant and what I have learned is that those mission statements are a game changer for so many of my clients. It is like they can finally see and claim what they are capable of and meant to be doing. It’s a thrilling thing.

Because I know from my own life what a difference a manifesto and a mission statement can make and because I have seen over and over again what a difference they are making to my clients, I am hosting a workshop that focuses just on that– writing a powerful personal mission statement and manifesto (or personal creed) and I am so excited about this offering.

In the greater Charlotte area?  Join me on November 6th from 9:30 to 12:30 for Mission:: Manifest; it is going to be amazing!

 

Friday Reflections

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Friday Reflections is all about reflecting on the week by observing our senses.  My hope is that this will be a gentle, easy way to tune into how we are doing and what we are experiencing weekly when journaling in general can feel so daunting.

Now, for this week’s Friday Reflections (with each sense as your inspiration, consider how experiencing it impacted your week).

Here is my sensory round-up for this week:

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tasting ::  sausage, white bean, and kale soup, sour dough bread, tabbouleh salad, chicken noodle soup, garden vegetable soup (can we tell that I LOVE to make and eat soup), Panera’s Turkey and Wheatberry Salad, a mozzarella stick, celebratory cake at the Circle de Luz recognition ceremony, lemonade, boonanas, chili

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hearing ::  gleeful children chirping Trick or Treat  in our town’s Halloween March, really inspiring and touching stores at the Circle de Luz Recognition Ceremony as one of our mijas shared why she chooses to be a part of Circle de Luz and one of our hijas shared how Circle de Luz has made a difference in her life    

smelling ::  the savory scent of warm soup stock in the house, the rich scent of crisp fall air

seeing ::  a shark walk to school, magnificent towers as Happy takes on building cool things with his beloved MagnaTiles

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feeling ::  really inspired.  First, the Class of 2019 Recognition Ceremony for Circle de Luz was so touching– our new class just warms our hearts and it was delightful to meet their families and see their pride in their daughters/sisters/granddaughters.  Every class has its own necklace made by an artist- and this year’s class received the Marisol, made by Rachel Cecere of Girl Tuesday Jewelry.   Check it out (proceeds from necklace sales go to support our programming with the girls).  Also, I had a Passion.Purpose.Plunge retreat via Skype with a client who lives in Germany this week.  It is so exciting to help individuals discern the gifts they are meant to give to the world and then deliberately plan for them.  As delighted as I am with what my clients get out of them, I get just as much out of them, too.

wishing/hoping ::  for a really incredible Mission::Manifest workshop next week.  Participants will write powerful personal mission statements and creative personal manifestos after some thoughtful reflection exercises.  I have seen the difference that having a personal mission statement makes for my Passion. Purpose. Plunge retreat clients and so I am especially excited about offering this experience to a group.   Sounds fun but you don’t live near Charlotte?  Good news: Mission::Manifest is going viral soon.  I plan to offer it via tele seminar sometime before the end of the year.  Sound interesting to you?  Help me with my planning by letting me know what day of the week and time (include time zone you are in) would be best for you.  I want to choose a time that works for as many people as possible!

What about you?  What were your sensational experiences this week?  Please share!

This post was inspired by Teacher Goes Back to School who was inspired by Pink of Perfection’s Five Sense Friday.

10 Things I Loved in October 2013

10 things I loved in October 2013

At the end of each month, I take stock of the previous month.  What went well?  What did I learn?  What brought me a simple joy?  These monthly reports are a way to encourage myself to take delight in the littlest of things.  I find that Ten Things I Loved allows me to always see the silver lining, even when there are hard moments in a month.  And taking joy in the simple things is paramount to how I want to live, making 10 things an invaluable tool for me.  Here’s this month’s simple pleasures.

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1.  The Indigo Girls with the Charlotte Symphony  For the love, this was such a great night– we took the Circle de Luz seniors out to dinner in uptown Charlotte (Charlotte is the kind of city that has an uptown and not a downtown.  It’s fancy like that.) and then to this concert, and it was just so exquisite- the food, the company, the music.  I just sang and sang and sang and cheered and cheered and cheered and went to bed with a sore throat from singing and sore hands from clapping.  Curious as to what the Charlotte audience sounded like singing Closer to Fine?  Here you go. 

2.  Food truck breakfast. One of my birthday list items for this year was to eat from a food truck. I chased food trucks for lunch all over my neck of the woods without much luck (they never were where they said they were going to be) and so I figured this wouldn’t happen, and then, lo and behold, Happy and I came across a food truck at the Farmer’s Market one morning, and it had crepes.  I LOVE crepes for breakfast.  Best breakfast of the month by far.    

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3.  Saturday morning soccer games.  Happy had his first soccer season this fall, and it was just so much fun to watch him having a ball, making totally new friends, and growing in his confidence and skills each week.  We also really loved hanging with the other parents, and, though I thought my whistle was rusted and hung up, I didn’t even mind when I was periodically called out of retirement to coach practice or games.  Also, I like when Hap and I just go outside and play one-on-one.  It’s fun to share a love of mine with him and to watch him enjoy it, too.

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4.  Inducting a new Circle de Luz class.  Thanks to the generosity of 67 incredible women (from teenagers to septuagenarians), we raised enough money in scholarships (our commitment to every Circle de Luz member is that she will receive at least a $5,000 scholarship when she graduates from high school and pursues further education) to welcome six new seventh graders into our program.  They are fabulous, and we are so excited to get to know them and their families over the next six years!      

5.  Presenting at the National Eating Disorders Association’s Annual Conference in Washington DC.  Several years ago, I had the opportunity to serve on a task force for NEDA that focused on diversity awareness among eating disorder patients.  It was an honor to do that really important work with a diverse array of people– both in backgrounds and in how they did their work from those who were patient activists to treatment providers.  Because I so believe in this work, I was really honored to be asked by NEDA to facilitate a workshop on eating disorders and body image among women of color at their annual conference. I was able to partner with Dr. Gayle Brooks of Renfrew Center for the presentation, and I think we did a nice job of providing some really good information in our session called Eating Disorders Don’t Discriminate.  In addition to being so honored to do that workshop, it was also just really powerful to be at the conference for a day and have the opportunity to attend panels, talks, and workshops.  A lot of inspiration packed into 24 hours.

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6. All things football.  If you have read the blog for some time, you know that I am an obsessive NFL football fan- specifically a Carolina Panthers fan.  I also love playing (well, playing is, you know, a generous word) fantasy football.   So the amount of football fun crammed into this month has been awesome.  Fantasy football is back in session, and it’s one of my favorite little time wasters.  It helps that both my fantasy teams are doing relatively well (they have each won more games at this point than my team did all of last year) and that my Panthers have rebounded (fingers crossed, knocking on wood, etc) from an inelegant start to the season.  And it also helps that this month also included really incredible tickets (like 16th row, 50 yard line incredible) to a game that my boys won and a behind the scenes tour of the stadium.  My football cup runneth over.      

7.  A great teacher’s conference.  Happy is at a new school this year so helping him have a really solid transition has been a priority. I am loving that he and I can walk to school and he’s made some lovely little friends so those things felt like a darn good start.  Then we had his teacher’s conference and he’s doing well and really loving it as much as we thought he was.  Hooray!

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8.  All things Halloween.  From gathering pumpkins for decorating to carving them, from Halloween Marching in town to going to parties, we’ve had a lot of fun celebrating Halloween already.  I reckon tomorrow is absolutely going to blow the top of Happy’s head (although, fortunately, for us, Happy is only interested in his candy the night of collection. So far, we’ve been able to disappear candy bags after actual events and he never asks for them again.  I, however, totally remember that there is candy in our house.  My plan is to take some to class to share with my students!).

9.  The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.  I will always have a soft spot for tales of high school (or folks that age) so I opened TFIOS prepared to love it,  and I did.  The book centers on two young people who meet in a cancer kids’ support group and form a lovely relationship.  It’ll break your heart open (which is different from break your heart).

10.  Eleanor and Park  by Rainbow Rowell.  Another first love tale, this one with some 80s awesomeness.  So, so tender and fresh.  You’ll love it.

What did you love in October?  What fun did you have? What books did you love?

The Weekly Spark: Mail a thank you note

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Years ago, one of my roommates made a unique New Year’s Resolution: write and mail a thank you note every week.  Every Sunday, she would sit down and write that note and drop it into the mail on her way out the door on Monday mornings.  This idea has stayed with me for years (and I even included writing thank you notes in Beautiful You).

This year, when it came time to put together my birthday list- the final list for my 30s- I included writing 39 thank you notes to thank people for the way that they have graced my life (not for things– although I do love writing thank you notes for things and have been doing that, too; they just don’t count towards this goal).  I’ve been writing the thank you notes periodically all year and reflecting on the amazing people who have dramatically, dynamically impacted my life so far has been such a gift.  I’ve written to my oldest friends and to their parents, to a close high school advisor, to the Circle de Luz leadership team, and more.  I am not done yet but what I find with each note is that I am awash with new gratitude and joy with each note.  The note unequivocally does more for me than it  does its recipient.  The notes– though they take just ten or fifteen minutes each day, remind me of how I want to live- conscientious, grateful, reflective, humble, celebratory, loving- and keep me connected to all the hands that have held mine- metaphorically or literally- in my life.

This week, I want to encourage you to think of someone who has really graced your life and take a moment to write him or her a thank you note and drop it in the mail.  Hopefully, it will bring a smile to your day.  It will most definitely bring one to yours.

To whom do you think you’ll write a thank you note? Have you ever received an out of the blue thank you note?

 

 

The Happy Sheet: Every Call

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Friday Reflections

photo[2]Friday Reflections is all about reflecting on the week by observing our senses.  My hope is that this will be a gentle, easy way to tune into how we are doing and what we are experiencing weekly when journaling in general can feel so daunting.

Now, for this week’s Friday Reflections (with each sense as your inspiration, consider how experiencing it impacted your week).

Here is my sensory round-up for this week:

tasting ::  cheddar bean soup, sauteed kale and spaghetti squash, chicken carbonara, gooey chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream, a ball park hot dog as we went to a Carolina Panthers game,  Mark Bittman’s minestrone soup (delicious; make some soon!), fried chicken, mac and cheese, and green beans.

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hearing ::  screaming football fans as our team won (truth: I was one of said screaming football fans),  old fashioned video game music (like Pac Man) as a traditional bbq restaurant we visited had video games in the lobby, fascinating insights about the Carolina Panthers program (more on that below!)      

smelling ::  Clementine Body Butter from The Body Shop (I am normally a coconut BB girl but BF threw this one in the mix when he picked up a batch of BBs at the mall this summer and it smells good enough to eat)

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seeing ::  thousands of pink balloons released during the half-time show at the Panthers game as part of their breast-cancer awareness campaign- not the best for the environment but pretty.  It, at least, served as a good reminder as I promptly scheduled a mammogram given that I am turning 40 in weeks.  Also, all the behind the scenes spots at the Carolina Panthers stadium on a cool tour friends invited us to experience with them (and the dear sweet Panthers staff gave me a 40th birthday goodie bag– classy, classy staff, I tell you).  I even got to hold Kevin Donnelly’s NFC Champion ring from the year we went to the Super Bowl and ask veterans Mike Rucker and Al Wallace questions (My question for Rucker: how did he prepare for what would fulfill him next after retirement.  My question for Al Wallace:  what players does he most enjoy watching on the field now.  And a  random fun fact:  even when the team has a home game, they spend the night in a hotel the night before the game).

feeling ::  inspired by my beautiful students as they tackled all natural day with aplomb.  So many wonderful moments in class that day but one of my favorites? A student who normally wears a wig who came in with a rockin’ pixie.  Long live her pixie.  Also, relief and anticipation as I wrapped up a project proposal that I am oh, so hopeful about it and sent off into the universe.  Now, the waiting begins.

wishing/hoping ::  For good news on my proposal!  Fingers crossed!

What about you?  What were your sensational experiences this week?  Please share!

This post was inspired by Teacher Goes Back to School who was inspired by Pink of Perfection’s Five Sense Friday.

First, Do No Harm

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I have been thinking a lot lately about these four words.

First do no harm.

It is the vow that doctors make, and I started this month by teaching a workshop for medical students on reflection—on this idea that being introspective helps us to build our self-awareness so that we can do better work, so that we can spot what is our stuff and learn from it rather than lay it on someone else. So, naturally, I was thinking about what a doctor’s commitment is to her patient and about how the way that a doctor shows up- how present she is, how real- can make all the difference, how that simple commitment- first, do no harm- really covers most anything.

And, then, I happened—in a series of not at all coincidences, I am sure- to meet a woman who had just been battered by her husband while I was in Washington DC a couple weeks ago and became just one part of a community of strangers who banded together to get her to a shelter.  As she and I talked in the hours preceding her departure for the shelter, I couldn’t help but consider both her words—that she never thought he would do this to her- and her beautiful face cracked open by his angry, controlling hand.

I couldn’t help thinking about how at some point, a few years back, he had held her hands, looked into her expectant and hopeful face and recited some vows that may have sounded something like “for better or for worse, in sickness and in health” and how he wasn’t supposed to be the one that brought on sickness, took away health, made things worse.

It rattled back around then.  First, do no harm.  Those are not just words that doctors should say.  They are an oath we should all take as everyday people- as people who love, who love partners and our children and our parents and our siblings and our neighbors and more.  When I signed my first teaching contract (and every one since then), it should have contained those words.  I should have had to look at BF and the officiant who married us and said in front of everyone bearing witness to our union that I would not do any harm.  When I became a mother, I should have had to make that commitment to my child.  I should have to say it every time I make a new friend, every time I interact with someone out in the world, every time I get behind the wheel of a car.  It should be our most basic understanding of how we are to be in the world.  I think we understand that in many ways; I just think sometimes we forget to practice it because of the pain we feel, the pain we are trying to stop feeling.

Eventually, I couldn’t wait with my new friend any longer, I had to catch my flight home and so I hugged her goodbye, told her that she had everything she needed inside.  On that flight home, I read the final pages of The Fault In Our Stars by John Green.

In a touching passage, Green wrote…

Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world.  Bequeathing a legacy… We all want to be remembered… But… The marks human leave are too often scars.     

I had a window seat on that flight.  It has probably been more than a decade since I’ve had a window seat, but I finished that passage, stared out, and considered the scars that I have already left over the years.  We were flying just above the cloud line, a white cotton candy field as far as the eye could see, trying to trick me into thinking that everything was peaceful, all was good, life was all blue skies and soft landings.

I wrote a short story in high school that prominently featured clouds.  In the story, a high school student loses her best friend who believed that when we died, our souls would leave our bodies and become part of the clouds.  “The clouds are telling us things and they are listening,” he had imagined, and so, after he died suddenly in a drunk driving accident, she mourned him on her back, looking up at the clouds, searching their shapes for meaning, telling them/him her stories.

Flying over that cloud line from Washington DC to North Carolina, I remembered that story and, even though it wasn’t real, I remembered that girl, heart splayed open, sobbing on the hard, cold earth of her backyard, screaming at the clouds over the choice her best friend made and couldn’t help but realize that life, for each one of us, would fundamentally be so much easier if we were incapable of doing harm.  If we didn’t get in vehicles after drinking too much, if we didn’t lash out at those we love, if we didn’t make snide remarks to ourselves or others, if we didn’t let ourselves add to the bruising that life and cancer and just crap circumstances bring us all on their own.

And that’s just it.  What all of life might boil down to if we were to make it super simple.  We are given these lives, these unique expressions; we are invited to make way- for ourselves and others- with how we live.  And we can either do no harm with how we live (and, in fact, in that effort do some good), or do some harm, or get so damn distracted by our own true or false demons and do a lot of harm.

Bouncing over those clouds, I wondered if I avoid doing harm as much as I would like to avoid it.

I have a voice that I use when Happy doesn’t listen, and he hates it.  I use what we call my “serious” voice- it isn’t loud but it is firm- with him to let him know that I am not playing, he needs to come on now, it is time.   It offends his sense of justice– his mama shouldn’t talk to him like that, he insists to me.  I think I probably do him some little degree of harm every time I use it.  And, yes, of course, we can make excuses for our moments, right?  I can say he wasn’t listening and it’s his fault I had to use that voice, but that’s the thing with doing harm, if you aren’t careful, you can make way for doing harm, even the smallest harms that only leave fractures.  Fractures can add up if you pile on.  They can break things.

First do no harm.

This weekend, I started reading Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar by Cheryl Strayed and there was this insight from Steve Almond’s introduction where he was reflecting on how Strayed answered a young man who wrote and asked her “Dear Sugar, WTF, WTF, WTF? I’m asking this question as it applies to everything every day.”  Here is what Almond observed about Strayed’s answer which started with a reflection on unfathomable pains she’d suffered when she was young:

Inexplicable sorrows await all of us.  That was her (Cheryl’s) essential point.  Life isn’t some narcissistic game you play online.  It all matters—every sin, every regret, every affliction.  As proof, she offered an account of her own struggle to reckon with a cruelty she’d absorbed before she was old enough even to understand it.  Ask better questions, sweet pea, she concluded with great gentleness.  The fuck is your life.  Answer it. 

IT ALL MATTERS- every sin, every regret, every affliction.

I think there is a reason why first, do no harm has been on my mind all month.  I think it is an expression of being that I feel really called to practice right now.  In many ways, I have tried to practice it my whole life—I have tried to practice it with myself by being kind and considerate and gentle with myself- and I have tried to practice it with others by being a thoughtful friend, partner, parent, daughter, and teacher and by being a gentle but clear force in the world.  But I know that I can do even less harm, that my expression in the world could be both lighter and offer more light.

And so that is where I am today.  Holding those words close.  Taking my own oath to heal myself and others by trying my damnedest to do no harm.

The Weekly Spark: Offer an Unexpected Kindness


doughnut delivery

There is nothing that brings me quite as much joy as the unexpected kindness.

Happy bringing me a flower he found in the yard.

My neighbor leaving some salad greens from her garden on the porch.

A nice note or word from a student.

A friend sending an article she thinks I’ll find interesting via mail.

And so, in preparing for my birthday, I wanted to offer some unexpected kindnesses to others.  Not quite random acts of kindnesses because when I hear random, I think that everyone will be random to me and some of the kindnesses haven’t been random at all in that way, but, hopefully, they have all been pleasant surprises.

So far, the unexpected kindnesses of the last couple weeks have included: taking doughnuts to both the firefighters and police officers in town, picking up a favorite book at the local bookstore and mailing it to a friend who is going through a tough time, helping a woman I met in the airport who was taking shelter there after being physically abused by her husband get to a shelter, significantly upping my tips (as a former waitress, I’ve always been big on making sure I tip generously and, at first, I thought I would leave one big ole’ tip to a server and then decided that instead, I really just wanted to measurably up all my tips), making cookies with Happy and delivering them to neighbors and friends, and challenging myself to get rid of a significant amount of clothing and take them to a clothing closet.

We’re continuing our little rush of unexpected kindnesses– there is flower delivery, more baking, coffee coverage, and other good things planned and, this week, I want to encourage you to offer your own unexpected kindness.  If you do, I hope you’ll come back and share here!