We went for a lovely birthday celebration of a new friend. To get there we took the subway. It’s been quite a while since I last went on the underground train. The most recently expanded line, The Q Train, has an artist featured on each of the newest stops. We got a good look at a few by Chuck Close done with tiles as portrait mosaics.
There is an instantaneous sense of delight when I see and enjoy art in the city. I especially enjoy unexpected art. Not only do I appreciate the mosaics in the subway stations, but walking through midtown brings waves of art appreciation.
Though not the same as in-person viewing, here are a few samples of simple and large scale art on my walks throughout the city.
Create your own art as if you were five-years-old. Remember when we crafted art that was so much fun, and we felt good about the result just because we made it ourself? Try that now.
Go for a walk and see the art around you, whether person-made or naturally occurring.
As war takes a toll in the Ukraine and other countries not in our news, let’s make peace in our lives, in our homes, with those we love, and with those with whom we don’t see eye to eye. Intentionally peaceful actions make a difference for all of us.
I keep deluding myself into thinking I know the best formula for getting through these difficult times. I meditate twice daily. I make sure I don’t make plans more than once a week, except in special circumstances. I go for daily walks. I work. I try to make easy dinner a few times a week. I like doing all these things. While I’m doing them, I feel perfectly fine. But in other moments I am short-tempered. I am impatient. I long for more assistance. I understand how fortunate I am to have supportive people in my life. But we all need extra scaffolding, and since most of us are depleted, we have less inner resources from which to give.
When I get heated, lash out, or feel deflated, I know I am far from being balanced. I was never athletic, and I could barely do a cartwheel in gym class, but throughout school I felt comfortable on the balance beam. Not skilled, but able to stay upright. Now at a more advanced age, I feel at ease with balance stances on my yoga mat. But feeling steadied after a full day of work and a few minutes facing my to-do lists is not an available option these days. I am off-balance.
For months on end during the pandemic I was keen on regaining whatever balance I had before. That wasn’t working so I tried to find a new balance. Perhaps for some that’s a possibility, but I can only speak for myself, and I was nowhere near anything I could call balanced, beam or no beam. Now I’m not quite embracing the collective destabilizing forces, but I am doing what I can to live in it.
Yes, walking helps. True, carving out alone time makes a difference. Saying no when I don’t have the wherewithal. And saying yes when opening myself up to something out of my routine gives me renewed joy. All simple, but not always easy. I am grateful for laughter and art as balms in this uncertain storm. It allows me to come back to myself. A place in which I can be kind to myself and others, understanding most of us are a bit wobbly as we try to regain our footing.
Have a private Karaoke. Turn up a song and sing along loudly, releasing your inner artistic spirit.
Get a small plant while practicing loving discipline. Choose a commitment level by picking out a plant you can easily care for.
Read a short story. It gives you a sense of accomplishment without a long-term reading commitment.
I always thought I was a generous person. Then I got married and I came to realize that I was only generous in certain circumstances. If something was my idea, great, I was happy to offer services, a gift, or lend an ear. However, if asked, I found I could be withholding. Somehow I felt being asked for something implied I was stingy. And I was. Sometimes I still am. Apparently a generous heart is not a one way endeavor.
I started to notice that “no” was my immediate response when asked for something. I had to learn to pause to see why. I didn’t like this stingy quality and wanted to do better. What I found was that I had often volunteered or ignored my needs to give in ways that more often than not were a sacrifice. I ignored my own needs to unconsciously gain acceptance from others. Once I stopped giving in those instances I had more room to give of myself at other times. I felt less resentful, less parsimonious.
Holidays often highlight our generosity or lack thereof. If we’re motivated by a giving heart, we will feel the joy of the season. If we receive with a generous spirit, we take in so much more than the gift at hand. And, yet we’ve been through a lot. Having foregone so much, with more closures happening at present, we might feel particularly challenged to access our generous spirit.
As we traverse the Omicron variant surge, let’s do our best to open our hearts to one another. We’re in for a bumpy ride. I’m going to do my best in finding the humanity for those who make me bristle. I will be testing myself. Do I have the grace to live and let live? Or will I be judging others? Seething through a tight jaw.
I don’t know what will show up when I’m stressed or down. But I’ll use my reactions as measures of what I might need in terms of grace. And, then I’ll do what I can to have patience as I move through the end of this difficult year into a new year in which living in the spirit of generosity will serve me more than holding on.
As we open ourselves up to the many gifts in life, may we all benefit from the act of giving and receiving.
Send thank you notes. It means so much to those who give to us to know that the gift was received in the spirit of generosity
Stay within your budget. It can feel challenging to not overspend. Remember that an act of love can mean so much more than a boxed gift paid on credit.
Regift to places that accept new items for those who might have lost so much. Some places you might consider are domestic abuse shelters, tornado victims, emergency immigrant centers.
Throughout this past week I heard how difficult the week was. We had all gone through a year milestone, but there would be no celebrating. How do we celebrate one year of a pandemic? We don’t. We hunker down, as we had for over 52 weeks, and trudge on. It has been recommended that when we feel particularly vulnerable that is the best time to incorporate a self-care and self-love practice. And, though I share self-care tips, all of which I either try or do on a regular basis, self-love and self-care can feel like ephemeral notions.
Self-love and Self-care are phrases bandied about as if being able to understand the phrases gives us magical powers in living a life full of love and care towards ourselves. I, however, think these ideas often stay conceptual because we are told to just do this or that and it will all be okay. It is my belief that we have to rethink self-love and self-care.
I used to imagine love meant 100% acceptance of the loved. More often than not I pushed down feeling of sadness, anger, frustration, and bewilderment. My thinking was, ‘How can I truly love them if I feel this or that? I better learn to be more accepting.’ So I moved forward with shame and self-rage so that I could be a “loving” person. I attended to their requirements, or at least I thought I was, while I eschewed my own needs. Not only was this the opposite of self-love, but it was a misattunement of all love.
When we deny ourselves the space to feel all our feelings then we block kindness and care towards ourselves and others. Love more often than not is imperfect. We’ve all seen this as we distance in place. Cohabitating for long stretches without diversions means we witness the best and worst in each other day in and day out. If we live alone, then we are grateful for any contact, sometimes even when it leaves us wanting.
When I say how important it is to give ourselves the space to feel our feelings, I do not mean that we are free to rage or dump those feelings on others. Sometimes I share my love by not sharing my thoughts. I silently acknowledge this act of generosity. In this way I have the room to experience my feelings but I am not compelled to hurt some else, even at those times I want them to hurt like I hurt.
The great thing about love and care is that it is an evolving practice. When we are hard on ourselves, perhaps for not being as caring as we think we should be, like when we want someone to hurt like we’re hurting, then we can double down on patience and kindness for attempting the difficult. Perfection and the determination to reach perfection get in the way of living and loving fully. Now that we have passed the one-year mark of living in the Covid-19 pandemic, let’s applaud our grit. Let’s celebrate our imperfect love. Let’s appreciate whatever self-care we’ve been able to incorporate. Let’s acknowledge how hard this has been. Let’s commend all we’ve learned about love, care, kindness, and patience. Yay, us!
Daydream. Let your mind go. These breaks are essential, not only for creativity, but for survival at difficult times.
Savor breakfast. Sometimes we want our day to start so we have whatever we can in the morning. Truly enjoying our first meal is a lovely foundation for the day.
Chew slowly. We can really relish our food by slowing down, chewing slowly. It lowers our stress and supports us being in the moment.
Find a new source of humor. Laughter remains invaluable. Ask those who share a similar sense of humor if they can recommend a show, a comedian, a video, or anything else that will make you laugh.
Take a picture. Whether you want to document a moment, beauty, or something meaningful, a photograph allows you to revisit it again and again.