With Heart, Mind, and Soul

So it took me a year and a half to find the right name for this blog. I have experimented with a couple of more or less cheesy versions. Only now I realised that all I needed was a prayer. The name ‘With Heart, Mind, and Soul’ stems from the beginning of a prayer, I use when asking for guidance:

So I stand before thee with pure heart, pure mind, and pure soul.

This is my starting point for everything. I ask myself, for any action taken: what is my intent?

Of course I trip up, more often than I want to. But my way of finding back, of standing tall, my source of strength, is purity in intent. We all can only act based on our knowledge of a situation at a certain point in time, so there is always more that we don’t know than we do know—particularly when we are working with people. Can I really know my neighbour? But what we can always know, is our intent behind our action. And if this intent comes from a place of love we can heal, and help healing. So this is what I try with various degrees of success.

Therefore, the point to go back to; the unflinching core of being is: I shall stand before thee, with pure heart, mind, and soul.

 

How ugly is sin?

I read an article today with the title Meanness is Contagious. The title is slightly misleading, the research has actually identified that emotions are contagious–any emotions. Some years back, when I left a contract job and went to the big office to say my good byes, one of the colleagues (with whom I never exchanged more than greetings) was visibly sad, and said that every day when I came in I would bring the sun. I remember being a bit gobsmacked, that I actually had an effect. Today reading this article made me wonder: Are we even more obliged to watch, which emotions we share, if we carry ugliness forward and through the day, or if we choose the sun?

Yes, everyone needs a rant, and be able to talk about things that went wrong, or others’ wrong-doing (perceived or real). This is important for mental health, for solving problems, for finding strategies against bullies. The question is then, how do we avoid that the people we spoke to, do not carry on these emotions, but enable them (as they enabled us) to carry forward positive emotions?

Furthermore, what about the people we speak about? Do we pass on these emotions to others, and will others carry these emotions forward to the people we spoke about? How can we protect ourselves from carrying forward the negativity? My former partner was very vindictive and mean, the horrible things he would say about others (including his own family)—at the time I believed these to be true—turned out to backfire. When I changed into the same workplace, and begun to meet these people, I had to make amends for having carried the ugliness on his behalf. It backfired as it exposed him to me.

Peaceful

Surprising.
After all that.
To actually be peaceful.

Or is it.
That we become such.
Because of all that?

Sometimes

Sometimes
I just go to bed at 7

Sometimes
I have ice-cream for breakfast

Sometimes
I have anxiety attacks

Sometimes
I smell the roses—literally

Sometimes
I forget my wallet

Sometimes
I burn my toast

Sometimes
I get envious

Sometimes
I talk to the cat in the street

Sometimes
I forget just how much I love you

Sometimes
I forget to love myself

Sometimes
I become utterly, furiously, angry

Sometimes
I am sad

Sometimes
I watch the clouds go by

Sometimes
I misplace my USB stick

Sometimes
I tummy-hurtingly miss you

Sometimes
Life is too heavy

Sometimes
I order extra chili

Sometimes
I am happy

Sometimes
I know what I am doing

Sometimes
Life is marvelous

Sometimes
I write poems beginning with sometimes

I can’t say I pray

So I am having a bit of a dilemma. I have been working with failing students for years and implemented various successful intervention strategies. Yes, these were informed by my knowledge of pedagogy, developmental, and social psychology, and having worked with troubled children and young adults since I was 16.

So far so good.

Now a colleague asked me, if what I did is transferable and I self-assuredly said of course. My partner laughed at me saying that the skills I have are not transferable, I still remain they are but have been thinking a lot about what it actually is I do when meeting students for 1-2-1 sessions.

Now. I pray.

Before someone comes to see me I focus for a moment, empty my head, my emotions. I basically take a step back, away from ego, and ask for guidance, the ability to offer the best advice possible.

Praying is not a scientific method. Working in higher education I can’t say I pray.

So what else is it then?

Creating room to be entirely in the moment, with the other person. Having emptied my thoughts and my feelings there is space to observe, to take in, to listen, to watch for minute changes in body language. And based on these observations my knowledge in action kicks in and I advice based on this. Students often would respond: that’s exactly what my psychologist/counsellor said.

My answer: and are you doing it?

What stops you?

How can we work on strategies?

I am not a counsellor, or psychologist. I just coach and mentor.

And I pray.

Sugar Coated Toes

These are variations of the same theme. Reef bleach of the house reef—Bandos Island in Maldives—was heartbreaking and I tried to express my sadness but also the joy of seeing all the life that still is there. So here it goes: Sugar Coated Toes Outtakes.

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Sugar Coated Toes 01: Despair of a dying reef

My toes are sugar coated
With ground corpse of reef
The bleach process has killed most of it
In a vast landscape of dead white chalk
Three anemones cling on to life
Each of which houses a tiny family of clown fish
No it’s not funny
My heart breaks

Sugar Coated Toes 02: We pay with our future

The freight ship with three enormous cranes on top
Covers three quarters of length of the tiny island
More stuff no-body really needs
More dead reef
We pay much more than dollars for our needs
We pay with our future

Sugar Coated Toes 03: Life prevails

My toes are sugar coated
Sand gets every where
Life gets every where
Purple anemones with orange tentacles
Move with the currents of the waves
Bobbing in and out as I float above
A family of clown fish

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Sugar Coated Toes 04: Happiness

Sugar coated toes
Ready to splash
In a turquoise cocktail
Palm tree umbrellas
And puffer fish ice cubes