Showing posts with label heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heart. Show all posts

Sunday, January 7, 2018

The Heart and the Mind or the Tortoise and the Hare.

So, I was going to write each day of the 12 days of Christmas and suddenly it is the 13th day....or Epiphany or just regular life, depending on your orientation. I don't know what happened to those 12 days except to say that the usual happened. There were parties and concerts and extra special worship services. There were decorations (which are still up) and gift giving and wonderful time with family and all the usual drama that goes with getting through Christmas. What there wasn't was time to really sit quietly with it all and ponder what it means this time around. There wasn't time to think much beyond the happenings. 

And now, I find myself wanting/needing to move on to the new year and the life that is calling me to it. It's time to make phone calls and appointments, to follow through on plans set in place already and make new plans to fill in other spaces. The life of a self-employed person has these waves of activity that require attention. So here I am, just plodding along and hoping to catch up with the song that wants to be sung and live into the heart of the moments. My heart longs to catch up.

Recently, I was thinking of encouraging things to write to a friend. And in the middle of it, this thought came to me. It was very encouraging to me and I hope it will be for you as well. 

Remember the story of "the Tortoise and the Hare?" Remember how the hare goes so quickly but then gets distracted along the way? and the Tortoise goes slowly but faithly gets there and actually wins. So here is my thought for you: 

The Mind races on, gets distracted, caught up in the thought. The Heart is cautious and moves slow and faithfully. 

The two run the race differently so trust that your Heart will win in the end. 

LOVE WINS!


just jules, January 7, 2018

Thursday, November 30, 2017

GRATITUDE MONTH #30: final entry--PETE


I saved the BEST for last! Today I share with you my deep, humble gratitude for my husband, my partner, my friend Pete! I will spend eternity giving thanks to God for this man in my life! Love, hope, joy, peace---he lives all these things. And of course he drives me crazy too but I wouldn't want it any other way. 

I am so honored to call Pete my partner for life! Nothing has brought me more joy than living life with him, creating family, working together, finding home. 

Thank you God for Pete! I am so grateful!

Below is a poem I wrote for our 26th Anniversary, that I think is worth repeating--or re-Pete-ing.  Love you, Pete!



He is Pete

He is the tortoise who will win the race against the hare.
He is the knight in shining armor who will cut through the thorns
 and tangle of vines to wake the sleeping beauty.
He is the navigator, the one that keeps the ship from running aground.
His love runs deep, his commitment is unshakeable,
His tenderness is healing,
He is the rock on which this family stands.

He is the full moon on the calm sea.
He is the stars twinkling in my eyes.
He is the secret behind my smile.
He is the arms of God wrapping me in grace.
He is the depth of my joy and the muse of my wisdom.
His love nurtures me, gives me pleasure in life, and challenges me to grow with integrity.

He is the waves crashing on my shore.
He knows the way to unlock my wild passion.
He honors my gifts and worships my beauty as if I am really golden.
He sings my praises in the marketplace and whispers our love to his friends.

He is my heart of hearts, my joy of joys, the love of my life, the friend I could never imagine.

He is Pete.

July 25, 2007
Happy 26th Anniversary!

Love, JJ


Friday, November 17, 2017

GRATITUDE MONTH--#16: MY SISTER, VANGIE!

Today, I'm thankful for my sister Vangie! She was nearly 12 when I was born. She's short, looks like my dad's sisters. I'm tall, look my brothers I guess. She's got curly hair and bad eyesight. I've got straight hair and great eyesight but mom's bad hearing. Outside we look nothing alike but inside, there is so much connection! 

We also have 4 brothers but I have to say that without Vangie, our family would have lost track of each other long ago. Though we've never had much opportunity to live together or even near each other, I feel as close to her as I can imagine any sister being. She's the rock of this family. And what a beautiful rock she is! She's a mother, grandmother, artist, nurse, and a massage therapist. She makes laughing easy and the world light!

My sister has been my second mother, my adviser and when I grew up she became my playmate and friend. If it hadn't been for her unfailing effort to stay in touch over the long distances, and long periods without even seeing each other, I wouldn't know my family at all! 

My sister is love itself! I'm so grateful for this incredible person, this stunning woman. Thanks Vangie! I am so grateful!

love, jules










Sunday, January 8, 2017

A NEW YEAR'S INVITATION

(photo: dawn on my street on winter solstice)


A NEW YEAR'S INVITATION

A new year has come
and your are invited to the feast of
another 365 days of living
a buffet of flavors and seasons
Love, humor, color, and more
Come taste the life offered to you
Open your ears to the music
your eyes to the beauty
your heart to the possibilities

A new year has come and you are invited
to live life to its fullest
to be who you are

may 2017 be your best year yet!

~Jules

Saturday, August 20, 2016

TWO WORKSHOPS COMING THIS FALL

Hello my dear friends!

I am so excited to be offering 2 workshops this fall! Both workshops are designed to be experiential. You will get a chance to try some new ways of thinking, writing and listening. You will go home with things you can use in your everyday life.




I hope you will be able to join us! If you are interested in either of these but can't make these dates, please let me know at madjules@gmail.com. I/we plan to offer both workshops later. Also stay tuned for a Writing-Part 2 workshop.

blessings on your listening!
jules

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Winning the Lottery!

July 21, 2016

In 1959 I was born into a beautiful and loving family. I am just so grateful that I landed there. My parents were in their forties, about 10 to 15 years older than my friends and peers. My siblings, (all 5 of them) were off at boarding school, 700 miles away. [my parents were Lutheran missionaries on the island of Madagascar from 1948 to 1976 and boarding school was part of that experience] My mom and I flew down to introduce me to them when I was 6 weeks old, the first of many attempts at family reunions--with intention to be family together. But as it turned out, we never really did live together except for a few vacations here and there. There weren't as many gatherings as we wanted. Like the others, I went to boarding school too, when i was in first grade and on from there. And then after college, each of us in turn spread our wings and flew far and wide and now live in 5 different states and coast to coast.

As I look back over the last 57 years, there have been a lot of tear-filled nights and days, longing for my family, wishing I could live with them and praying that one day, I would have a family to really belong to. This being apart has influenced both my mistakes and my wholehearted decisions. It's been my deepest pain and most exquisite gift.

Three weeks ago was our most recent family reunion. We all (all 6 of us siblings) came together (plus a few spouses and children) to spend a week together. It was amazing! It was loving and it was, for a few days, that feeling of family. We did more story-telling than ever before. We spent more time together. I found myself returning to that deep gratitude, for landing there, in that place 57 years ago. We've all grown up a lot, we're all in our wisdom years and now in addition to loving each other, we have the grace to just be together and enjoy the moments when we can. I am filled with love and gratitude for that week.

I can't stop  there though. I have to include another reunion that happened the week before when I spent a week with 7 women that I have known since birth as all of us grew at boarding school together, all of us close to the same age. We had a reunion at one of their homes and spent a week, laughing, talking, crying and just wallowing in this space of friendship and this feeling of family; adopted family. I can't believe the kindness and support and generosity I felt that week. I can only begin to express my gratitude for that.

And there's more! because after both of these reunions I went to practice with my hospice/comfort choir [Morning Star Singers]. And in those first few notes of harmony, I felt so at home, more myself perhaps than I feel anywhere else in the world. This is my tribe too, these gorgeous hearts that live so lovingly, that blend so beautifully, that fight to keep kindness and peace int he world with their presence.

And there's even more! In a few days, I will celebrate 35 years of wonderful, joyful, amazing marriage and friendship with my husband Pete. I can't believe I got so lucky! he is truly one of earth's most treasured gifts. And with him came another entire clan who took me in and cared for me. And with him came our beautiful children and grandchildren. In addition I have great friends who have stood by me through thick and thin.

I feel today as if I've won some secret lottery. And like any winner I am crying with tears of joy. I've won it all! --Family, partnership, marriage, friends and time to enjoy them!

How many ways is there to say thank you? and grateful? I thought perhaps this old picture of me would do the trick. In honor of all those who have touched my heart and my life, I raise my hands to the heavens!

Thank you!


Thursday, March 10, 2016

The Basement Excavation: Remembering Mom and Dad

Case #3: Remembering Mom and Dad
The other day I was sorting though another old box of my mom's. She had old letters, school programs; a chaos of papers. She used to save everything we ever did, every letter we wrote, everything. I came accross a card I made for my parents for their 30th anniversary. It was exquisite in both design and content. I was professing my love and gratitude to them for the gift of family they had given me. It undid me. I remembered how much I loved them and how much I miss them. Mom and Dad weren't perfect but I do believe I learned about love from them, real love. I wish with all my heart and body that I could tell them how I've lived in that love and used it. Oh the ache of that moment and the sweetness of knowing I had given them a gift in return, of gratitude. I didn't get much done the rest of that day. Perhaps I won't throw that card just yet.

Sometimes I wish, really wish that Mom hadn't saved everything, that she had let go. But that day, I was grateful. And I know her well enough to know she let go of plenty. Sigh!

Update:
AS of today, March 10th, I have gone through 66 boxes. 40 of those boxes have been emptied. some have been reused to haul things away to recycling or the thrift shop. In addition I've unloaded 4 big bags of clothes. Lots of tears have been shed as I face old family baggage that I've avoided for a LONG Time (at least 15 years). They have been therapeutic tears though exhausting at times. Today there are no tears and I'm grateful for that too. Today I just feel good to still be in it, to have not given up yet.

I've been saying that the word for the year is CLEAR. I love that you can interpret this in a number of ways. i'm still waiting for a sweet mission statement to come out of this, a nice statement of intention that makes the purpose all CLEAR.

I am praying and yearning for God's guidance and wisdom in all of this. If I let go of the old family stuff, will I better be able to handle the truth of family that is NOW? i hope so. and will I find renewed energy to pursue other dreams? I hope so.

Gratitude:  Many thanks to those friends, I think you know who you are, who have been so supportive of me during this project. I am so grateful! ~ jules

Monday, February 8, 2016

a beach sabbath

(In Feburary, 2016 Pete & I spent 8 days on vacation in Ixtapa, Mexico. 
This is a reflection of that experience)

a beach sabbath

sitting on the beach
the angle of the afternoon sun
reveals stardust in the sand
tiny bits of bright shiny stars beneath my feet
and on the surface of the sea too
tiny bits of stars reflect back the light
the earth is breathing
a slight ocean breeze running through our lungs
teasing our hair, gently caressing our skin
the rhythm of the waves crashing 
echoes the heartbeat
i breathe deeply,
feeling even my fingertips relax
my main appointment of the day 
is to show up for the sunset
to sit up then and bear witness 
to the nearly unbearable beauty
of each day as it comes to a close
this is vacation
this is sabbath
this is rest, renewal down to the deepest molecule of my heart

it took some time to get to this moment
the first day I was still reading, checking emails
trying to catch up on even fun activities
by day three i was staring more and more 
at sand, the sea, the sky
an abashed, shameless staring
I can't and don't look away
I forgot my books, my list
I have no place to be, 
no need to be anywhere else
I don't know what we will do next
and it doesn't matter

by day six, that's today,
I have left most of my "activities" 
in our hotel room
my reading list can wait
the internet at the hotel stops working
almost as if the universe senses
our complete surrender

now sitting on the beach
the sand lures me with its patterns
and then the sparkling stardust there
catches my eye and then my heart
while i have forgotten the clock 
and the computer
i have remembered my connection to the universe
i have remembered my heartbeat
i have remembered the earth, the sun, the air and warmth
I am lost and found in this moment
connected once again to my soul



Monday, November 23, 2015

What if love was as simple as listening?

Friends, family,brothers, sisters, colleagues, peers, children, grandparents, grandchildren, congregation, classmates, support group, community...(the list goes on)

The relationships of our lives are numerous and diverse, varying in complexity and intimacy. Some people waltz in and out of your life and are gone before your realize their impact. Some stick around for decades or forever. Some add tiny drop of color, some make a deep groove in our hearts. And what keeps it all going? Connection and communication.

How do we stay connected? What does that connection feel like?
How do we communicate? Who can we be fully present and fully authentic with?
What relationships are life giving? which ones are not?
Which ones must we compromise in order to maintain peace as we work and play?
These are questions that help me discern where I need to work on and where need to let go of relationship.

One of the confounding things is how much the mode of communication has changed and how that affects the relationship itself. I am sometimes tempted to say that communication was so much easier when there was just a hallway or stairs between me and those I needed to talk to, but sometimes there were protective walls preventing us sharing our deeper heart thoughts. I am sometimes tempted to think that it is so wonderful that i can text and call and email my friends but these methods sometimes leave out the all important tone of voice, expression of our face and gesture. We dont' just communicate with our minds and voices but also with our bodies and other senses.

I just got a smart phone two weeks ago and the last two days am noticing some challenges i hadn't expected. For instance, there have a been a couple times when I accidentally dialed someone and couldn't figure out how to hang up the phone. Yikes! Also, there is thing where the phone guesses what word you are typing and automatically fills it in or corrects your spelling. ugh! if I am not careful, I could easily say something totally incorrect. And then there is the bad connection where the person on the other end thinks I am not listening but everything they say sounds like garble to me. 

In my 20's I spent about eight years studying the art of listening with a wonderful elder woman. Lorraine taught me so much about listening to myself and to others with presence, with heart, with persistence.  She taught me how big the gift of listening is. And still, after all that time and the decades since, I am still practicing to become a good listener.(with friends, with colleagues, with my children). Seven years ago, I graduated from two years of training to be a spiritual director, a practice that is focused on listening to others, to yourself and to the Spirit. And still I find myself frustrated some days with the holes in my communication. 

There are so many wonderful, glorious, amazing people in my life. Some of them I share blood with, some I share my heart with, some I work with, some I serve, some serve me....each of them delightful human beings. I'd like to let them know but lately I've been feeling like the new phone, the airwaves and other circumstances make it hard to really get in touch the last couple of days. It made me sad, frustrated and inadequate.

And then one of my best friends called to say hello and suddenly all was right with the world again. She didn't fix anything but was present and accepting of my voice, my heart. She listened and hear me. I am so grateful.

A long time ago, in land not far from here I posed this question in a previous blog "What if we were put here to wander, to play, to ask questions and be friends?" 

Today, I add this question, "What if love was as simple as listening?" 

I guess I am going to keep my ears and my heart open for the answer.


Tuesday, October 28, 2014

THE WORLD OF SOUND RETURNS

October 28,2014

"THE EAR IS AT THE CENTER OF H-EAR-T FOR A GOOD REASON. WE NEED OUR EARS TO WORK WELL FOR OUR HEART TO BE CONNECTED"--jules, 2014

Three weeks ago I swallowed my pride and opened myself up the world of sound again. I have no idea what damaged my hearing, nor when it happened only that over the last 5 to 10 years, my hearing has been getting worse. Five years ago, when I checked my hearing, the loss was borderline for a hearing aid. I chose to not proceed at that time. Then this year, I got tired of not hearing and pretending i knew what everyone one was saying. So three weeks ago, I got my hearing aids and they are wonderful!

I gained so much more than just a few lost conversations.
I gained a whole world of sound and it is glorious.

Sounds that came back:
clocks ticking
phone keys beeping
my soup boiling from the next room
the woman in my peer group praying
my son telling me about his wonderful life
the softer tones in the music
all the voices in my choir at once
conversations in noisy restaurants
people breathing
water splashing
infinite sounds of the city
and silence is sweeter too

I've worn my hearing aids all day, every day in the last 21 days, give or take a few hours here and there for my ears to breathe. (I also take them out at night) They are comfortable. Sometimes I forget they are there. You can't see them if you don't know to look. My audiologist is fabulous and great at helping me program them just right for me. And they cost me less than $3000 for both of them.

So if you are tired of missing out on the world of sound, I invite you to join me.

Listening is work and joy that I will never tire of.

Monday, January 20, 2014

How Writing Saved My Life

She lived an invisible life
Hiding behind a shy facade
Hoping to not rock any boats 
with her passion for swaying
Longing for a way to say
how much she loved
Then one day the teacher said, "write"
Her pen hit the paper
Gradually word by word, 
Day by day, year by year
She became visible, alive
And now when I look in the mirror
I can see her plainly
And it makes me laugh.

Jules (January 18, 2014)

Friday, October 18, 2013

Changing Time

A heart-centered moment changes time. 

I woke up fairly early this morning, around 7 a.m. My first appointment for the day is officially at 11 a.m. As I crawled out of bed doing the math, I figured I'd have time for a leisurely breakfast, a cup tea and some ruminating on life and still have time to get some meeting notes typed up, some papers read and responded to, dishes washed, write a blog, update my calendar and perhaps even brush my teeth and hair. Well, I sat down to write some notes up from a meeting the other night and got caught up in the excitement again of that night. We were brainstorming and dreaming. It was wonderful. The energy seems to come effortless and the clock ticks on by easily when the heart/soul is vibrating in joy. The old adage rings true: Time flies when you're having fun. And that begs the question: Then why aren't we focusing more our life on what brings our hearts joy? Or are we doing that already and just hiding it well behind gloom and doom newscasts?

Contrast this morning with yesterday morning. Yesterday I got up even earlier and checked in at my desk an hour before the office officially opens. I was poised to be efficient and get so much done. And then my computer wouldn't connect with the printer. Problem-solving took over as the morning crawled along. I looked at the clock repeatedly hoping it was now time for lunch so I could excuse myself from the slog of trying to get anything done. It moved slow and I got more and more inefficient as the stress took its toll. so hiding underneath that other adage is this one: Time crawls when you're suffering. Sigh! And yet, this too is part of life. Even in the midst of the gray day, it is a positive thing to hit the wall and move through it to the other side. I did, 9 hours later, eventually get enough done so I could leave the office in peace. But my heart had checked out long before that.

Then there was the other day when I went to visit a friend recovering from surgery. We hadn't seen each other in a while. Three hours passed effortlessly. I didn't even notice lunch time breezing by. I could easily have spent more time but she was tired and so we moved on but I noted how life seems so smooth, so in sync, so effortless when our hearts are all in.

As I get move through life, time seems less and less and less tied to the ticking of a clock and more and more connected to the beating of my heart. Time cannot control us or make us do anything. It simply is a mirror reflecting the longing of our deepest parts. If we let our hearts be all in, we could even possibly travel through time. Hmmm.

uh-oh, I better get going. It's almost time for that appointment.

have a good time,

jules
10/18/13