Archive for the ‘Perspective’ Category

Vibrations

Tuesday, November 8th, 2011

“There are vibrations in the air. Something is happening worldwide,” she says.

“That sounds like the name of an article about music therapy,” I respond.

But Thalia Vitikos is more than a music therapist. She practices Expressive Arts Therapy. This therapy makes use of all art modalities in service to the client’s need and state. Without rigid prescription, it exists to invoke healing and help an individual tap into potential.

Expressive Arts Therapy builds on our inclination as humans to create, to imagine, to feel, to be.  According to founder Paolo Knill and colleagues it  is a  “specialized and psycho-therapeutic discipline grounded in the imaginative tradition which all the arts have in common.” (from Minstrels of Soul: Intermodal Expressive Therapy)

The vibrations Vitikos may be referring to is a trend toward integrative approaches and thinking. She may be feeling the neuroscientific lens that points to an integrative system rather than mechanistic functionality. Or perhaps the field of complexity studies that builds a bridge to many disciplines – linked by complex systems and problems to solve. Collaborative learning, coaching, integrative medicine are variations on the theme. And perhaps there is an overall trend that many people and professions are plugging into – a matrix of connection.

Years of experience and an initial knowing told Vitikos that integration amongst individuals and within an individual is key. The vibrations prove her to have been right all along.

Caleb’s Crossing and the bridges never crossed

Wednesday, June 1st, 2011

In 1665, Caleb Cheeshahteaumuck graduates from Harvard  College – one of 450 students and the first native American to complete an undergraduate education there. What was life like for Caleb? What was his experience?

What Caleb thought may not be available in archival texts, but Geraldine Brooks offers an alternative view into this intriguing story. In her recently published Caleb’s Crossing, she tells Caleb’s story through the eyes of Bethia, teenage daughter of a minister for a community on Martha’s Vineyard.

As Bethia’s father seeks to help the Wampanoag community “repent” of their “idolatrous” ways, Brook’s Bethia stretches the bounds of exploration appropriate for a girl of Puritan Massachusetts. She roams on another side of Martha’s Vineyard life that she herself shudders at. She ventures as close to Caleb as was feasible given circumstances. And in their depicted interactions, the readers benefit from the questions that push one or the other belief  to its edge.

What results by their interaction may have been his decision to learn English, read English books, and gain the ultimate Western learning for reasons we may never know. And the end so premature – not fair. But Brooks reminds the readers of the reality of the times. If today – things might have been quite different. Caleb would most certainly not have died of consumption.

The question for readers of Caleb’s Crossing are numerous. The book challenges inquiry to cast off borders of understanding enough to grasp something so foreign as vexes us. What of defying oppressive constraints on societal roles. Can one defy the pressure or work within it – as Bethia did – fulfilling her duties?

The story of Caleb is not satisfying – not because this novel is not well-written. The full expression of two sides of life don’t really merge equitably. What is reasonable transpires outside the true story. And this is best but not the happy hope. Why would Harvard learn anything about Native culture? Why would the puritan perspective adjust by a bit of understanding? Yet – with the realities controlling possible outcome, the novel reads easily and with intrigue. It is hard to set it down. It is vexing yet compelling to consider ways to adapt the ideas this story engenders.

Power in longing

Thursday, May 12th, 2011

What do you yearn for? Is there something in your bones that cries out to take one step toward….What wakes you in the morning with the call to wide eyes?

Here is a mystery wrapped in layers of living. It is what we find when stripped of all. It is what fuels the climb up toward the heights. And what sustains singing through trepidation. Let not such jewels drop from your consciousness. It is in the longing you will explode with a  pleasure unexpected – more than the fruit – more than a job well done.

I climb the journey of yearning for the other side – where sunlight drips onto my hand as silver streams – turned to gold when clouds suffocate hope.

Why Write

Sunday, May 8th, 2011

I write to know and feel and understand. I write to figure out what to do, how to proceed in this world in ways that mean hope for one other person. I write to stimulate eruption.

I write to clarify, to distill, to clean, to pierce, to find, to discover, to formulate, and challenge the wasteful thoughts that need to be discarded. I must write to clear it all and challenge myself to find my voice. That voice hunts me and tears at my being – it longs to carve out caves and throw dynamite in crevices where mediocrity lies in rot – smelling away excellence. Give me a cliff to soar from. Let me race down a dirt and bumpy road – kicking up dust and stones – all the wake back. I am ready to let it explode beyond a ceiling up the side of a mountain – through the tunnel of my dreams where on the other side a dim-lit speck beckons and calls – and sings a dirge for those whom I never reached in time.

News Alert: Alien Eggs Discovered in Malden, MA

Sunday, May 8th, 2011

Liam Schwab, alien specialist

Alien specialist, Liam Schwab, discovers alien eggs on Mother’s Day 2011.

The eggs were noted in two forms: larger burgundy spheres and smaller multicolored oblong shapes. Mr. Schwab hopes that analysis (and consumption) of these specimens will lead to further investigation and possible travel through space to the egg origins.

Sugar, Spurs, and Forward Motion

Thursday, May 5th, 2011

What drives you to go beyond comfort toward a goal you deem worthy? Do you prefer a sharp nudge or sweet encouragement?

Last night a client’s father said he does not care much about hearing reports of what is going well. He would rather know how he is “screwing up” and what I recommend for him to do so he can be the best possible support for his son. To my affirmation-addicted ears, I heard Greek.

From positive psychology, the study of happiness, we read about how positivity prepares our minds for more expansive thought, better motivation, clearer thinking, etc. These studies, when diluted or oversimplified may misdirect people to thinking only positive words are important. Clearly, motivation for improvement comes both through constructive criticism and encouragement. Individuals may gravitate more to one or the other – with the same effect – a drive toward progress.

The term spur as in “spur on” originates as a physical poke to the horse to get it to go faster. Sugar cubes also influence a horse’s response – a treat to nurture rapport. Is it the lump or the spur that gets a horse going? Maybe that depends on the horse, the horse-owner relationship, training, timing, or the individual horse.

Upshot of my thinking concludes that whether spur or sugar, I should consider my recipient. Even if I will dart forward with a bit of acknowledgment of a job well done – another person might just as well blast off with a critical evaluation of what is missing.

Stepping into your shoes

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011

What’s it like to walk half out of your shoes?

Wobbly. You cannot stand tall. Your ankles are at risk for a serious twist. You may also feel tentative. Not sure. Not secure. And certainly not ready to run.

When we step into our daily life, are we in our shoes? Are we in the space of our true spirit – behind our defenses and under our fears? Do we embrace our capacity, our role, and our emergence to power?

A recent experience led me to feel the release of foot in shoe completely. What I mean is that I recognized my resistance to embracing my full potential. That is to say – I was holding on to an old and dusty perspective that did not offer the clear image of what I could be and what I am currently. And suddenly, I felt the shedding of old tapes and protective grovelling.

An invisible wall melted down from my consciousness so that I could be one with what was around me. Not tucked behind or in a cavern darkened by denial, I could say “yes” to success and to abundance and to whatever was there for me to 100% step into.

I had to stretch forward to reach this state. I listened to those around me, to what others saw in me. I cried. Not for the hurt, but the long years of denial, the refusal to embrace and see capacity. But today I reached for the shoes. I have stepped into the shoes and feel free to run forward.

Purposeful Randomness

Friday, December 3rd, 2010

You have probably heard the stir. Mark Twain’s autobiography has been released. Upon his instruction, it should be published 100 years following his death. And in its introduction he states:

I intend that this autobiography shall become a model for all future autobiographies when it is published, after my death, and I also intend that it shall be read and admired a good many centuries because of its form and method–a form and method whereby the past and the present are constantly brought face to face, resulting in contrasts which newly fire up the interest all along like contact of flint with steel. Moreover, this autobiography of mine does not select from my life its showy episodes, but deals merely in the common experiences which go to make up the life of the average human being … (p. 441).

It is not chronological. It is not categorized by life themes. The excerpts come in no apparent order. The writings piece together as if Twain is conversing with you. And at first glance, perhaps this seems random. But according to Twain, randomness serves an end that does more than recount ideas in predefined boxes. You hear the flow. And things might collide – or even catch your attention.

Sometimes life must be experienced like that. No sequence predefined, just as it is. And if we allow ourselves this mindful exercise to take things in as they are. What can we glean?

Thank you Mark Twain.

Noone is Completely Linear

Monday, November 22nd, 2010

Linear thinker or not, I bet you cannot walk in a straight line for very long.

This morning on WBUR’s morning edition, Robert Krulwich explored the mystery of “Why We Can’t Walk Straight“. At various times throughout the years, researchers have tested the human capacity to walk in a straight line. Tests show the same thing repeatedly. Humans cannot seem to walk in a straight line for very long. Subjects end up walking in circles.

As I listen to the findings, I laugh and remember my linear-thinking friends. AHA! At least we have one non-linear aspect in common. I can now say, though we may not all think the same, research claims we all walk in circles!

Finding a Different View

Saturday, November 20th, 2010

Does daily drudgery cloud your view sometimes? Do you lose your zest for living when in the thick of hardship?

Exploration to an above-it-all space revives the spark I depend on. Its a step back, a rush up – to a different view. A new angle with fresh shadows, new colors, spanning horizons. It is the taking on of a borrowed lens. And with the refreshed screen comes a flood of new ideas and renewed excitement about the wonders of life – or simply a new resolve infused with gratitude. I can resume my role, my tasks. I am changed; I am revived – spirited to tackle a moment with a bigger or recolored picture in mind.

Though I may not always find a hot air balloon to ride or airspace above Africa, I can allow my mind to wander using virtual vehicles that transport me. It is in this spirit I share a video taken by one man who dreamed to balloon over the Masra Masai in Kenya.