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Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Close Up Shot: Smile, say "Joy"

Tonight is one of those nights that you hoped your life would turn out to be.

It's Halloween night and we staged a last minute party for the tween girl and her friends.  A self serving move so I didn't have to get out on this cold wet night.  One of my more genius decisions if I must say so myself.  The girls are dressed in their costumes, mostly planned around how to wear too much make up and get away with it. 

Papa Murphy's provided those $6 Jack O Lantern pizzas, another act of genius.  Each parent brought a bag of candy and Dude and Dad are staging a basement candy scavenger hunt.  The new Taylor Swift CD is BLARING.  There is laughing and dancing and painted pumpkins.  Joy.  Just Joy.

It's in this moment that I remember to sit in the joy, let it swirl around me with it's magic powers.  A close up shot of what I hoped life would be.  I now understand that these moments are just that ..... moments.  Fleeting in between the work and laundry and late for school and lost homework and grocery store and stuff. 

I remember being pregnant and dreaming of what kind of family and what kind of life we would build.  I pictured this.  I didn't know these would be the close up shots.  It's easy to get discouraged when you look at life through the wide angled lens and those tough spots and work seem to line up a little too long.  Then God tosses you a close up shot so beautiful and perfect you realize you got just what you asked for.  Joy.  In tiny little still frames of fabulousness. 


Thursday, October 25, 2012

Empathy Experiment - the Cousin Vulnerability

Lots of people are hurting.

Not in a "can't function" kind of way.  In fact, I'm learning through my focus on empathy and interaction with people that share their stories with me that hurting is the norm.  I try to give people a safe place to share their story.  I feel drawn to this because I understand that craving.  The deep guttural need to feel heard.  Not fixed, not changed, not judged, just heard.

I spent the week in a beautiful place with beautiful people......people that I love and respect.  I walked away recharged and connected to the human spirit.  Not necessarily because it was all fun and games, even though there were absolutely some fun and games, but because I heard their stories.  I felt their humanness.  Their quest to be heard.

I tried to listen. I tried to match them heart to heart.  I wanted them to feel that I genuinely cared and to give them the sense of belonging and comfort that hurting people need.  Not in a "poor baby" kind of way but in a "tell me more, I care" kind of way.

In return, some gave me that same time and space.  Then just behind empathy came it's cousin, vulnerability.  I'm working these days to exercise my vulnerability muscle just as much as the empathy one.  They're connected.  My vulnerability muscle is sore and taxed.  I'm not used to using it.  I'm trying to sit with it tonight and be okay with it.  It's more difficult than I thought it would be.