Personally....

I've been cautious about getting too personal on my blog. It's felt as if, having worked so hard to get a sense of detachment from my intimate life issues, sharing even an teensy bit of them in a posting would jeopardize what feels like progress.

And by progress, I mean progressing, moving forward. What I've come to realize over the past few hours is that progress, to me, means letting out whatever wants to be shared. Of my various blogs, Sneezing Chickens means the most appropriate for such shares - everything is just a story, nothing more or less. Whatever I share will be mine.

The reason for being for this blog is to honor all the different energies that helped me achieve whatever sense of balance I enjoy at this moment in time. By focusing on them, it felt like I could sidestep the more potentially troublesome aspects of the personal work I've done over the past 35 years. Who can dispute that this group or that mentor, this book or that article, this audiotape or that movie helped shift my perspective to a better place? But plenty can dispute what impact a human being had on me.

What's occurred to me over the past few hours is that even that disagreement, that taking exception to something I might bring up, is a good thing. In the end, it's all just stories anyhow, so hearing someone else's story can only be good, even if it disputes my own. That's communication, and it always, ultimately serves a purpose, even if it's not one I imagined or can relate to.

Life is a complex jumble of stories masquerading as limited time experiences. Ha! They have no boundaries, no limits. I could sit in a room with Mim & Peter, Mike & Kerry and they could each tell a story that directly contradicts my own. Here's the fascinating thing - if you gave each of us a point in time to describe, one that involved us all, some of us would probably come up with similar accounts but no two stories would be exactly the same. And if you have four out of five of us all share the same experience, even that is no guarantee that the moment actually happened. We are all stories & stories are susceptible to naturally selective memory, personal voice, and even unconscious editing. NO ONE has immunity from this all-too-human experience processing software!

How can I write "wrapped in stories" if there are stories I'm cautious about sharing?

letting it be

lots of time to myself over the general church assembly - was anne h's "wheels", getting her from event to event or back to her abode for some r&r - waiting in the field house foyer and the stunning doering science center atrium. maybe not everyone's cup of tea, but worked well for me. and proved the vehicle for some pretty pithy insights.

at first, it felt like i was - once again - intentionally setting myself on the outside looking in. until it hit me that i was only there because of anne, that i'd be at home or at "no assembly required" if it weren't for helping make sure a friend got to experience what she could to the fullest. which meant a lot to me, this being the first assembly that she's experiencing without her beloved kent by her side.

it's hard to describe to people who still have their life partner how it can feel to go to something that you've experienced for decades & decades as a couple, but now you're alone. and it's not even that long since kent passed, almost without warning, just as they'd moved out of their home and into new digs at a very nice full-service retirement complex. it didn't hit me until RIGHT NOW that i thought of being on hand as a convenience, but it also meant that she still had someone next to her most of the time.

it dawned on me that many of the people there are folks who enjoy connecting, who are savvy in the ways of networking. i am all talk - lots of talk - and very little skill at drawing people to me and crafting genuine connection. more piffle & run.

recognized several things. first, i get claustrophobic in settings like the assembly. it's not that i get antsy because of feeling like an outsider, but that i hang outside of things because of basic claustrophobia. same reason john & i would attend the early part of the bisys christmas party, then cut out to go to the nearest barnes & noble. being around a lot of people gives me the creepy crawlies. new awareness ~ i don't hang back due to socializing problems but due to the physical sensation of feeling fenced in.

i have a booming, monotone voice that is not easy for people to process. new awareness - find a way to lower, deepen & soften my tone. less brash, more easy listening!

it wasn't that i held myself back from the essential part of the assembly. that has never been, to me, about the plenary sessions or the workshops, but about people - seeing old friends, making new ones. and THAT i did with great enthusiasm & unabashed glee. new awareness - i experienced the assembly exactly the way i love best.

it meant the world to me that anne seemed to have such a fun time, from going to kenny's for cocktails after thursday's fabulous evening presentation by the asian church (nothing on the schedule except a band party at cairnwood - not of interest to either of us) to being the last people to leave saturday night's four alnwick road open houses (jenn & kurt's to bob & marilyn's to rick & kelly's to sarah & jeff's). at the open house, anne would come up to me and say, "i think we should go." i'd ask - "do you WANT to go?" and she'd admit she really didn't. so we stayed. and stayed. and stayed. she got to talk to kurt hy. asplundh about keyboards, to kurt ho. asplundh (at bob & marilyn's) for over 30 minutes, to barry & edith rabone (rick & kelly's), sarah elsing & the original elsa (sarah & jeff's place was the carpenter house, where anne spent a good bit of her early years, visiting her bff, macy). and when we finally left, the two of us sat on the very back seat of an elongated golf cart, giggling & hanging on for dear life because we were facing the retreating road!

i do not see myself as someone who is going to have deep, insightful doctrinal discussions with scholarly types; am certainly not able to talk about what's up with the kids (mine being 4-legged & furry); am not one to shoot the breeze about sports. what i most definitely am is absolutely hooked on people, all sorts of people. and i wave my enthusiasm for humanity like a delegate waving the flag at a political convention - with utter joy.

for many many years, i felt like my pulling back was some deep inner flaw. no way, jose. just part of my funky nature. let it out & let it be!