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|Posted on February 22, 2014 at 3:05 PM|
As I prepare for a 17 day book tour for SHE A Celebration of Greatness In Every Woman...I ponder how complex it is to get ready to
leave home for 2-1/2 weeks. Then I remember some of my dearest friends who "left" their home never to return - thanks to the Grim
Reaper. They were not madly preparing, fussing, doing, sorting, and in general rushing around. No, they were just living, leaning into another
day and then they stepped into The Great Mystery without any notice whatsoever. There's some kind of lesson in this for me. Clear as a puddle muddied by spring rain.
As I anticipate sharing this fresh work with hundreds of people on the road, I know this for sure. The most important things I can do as I prepare to leave have nothing to do with the book tour, or finishing projects, or creating one more fresh surprise for the upcoming Bundle. They are an extra kiss for my husband, an unexpected hug, a litany of appreciations for all my friends do for me. Dog scratches. Throwing dog toys and taking the time to say, "Who's a good dog? YOU'RE a good dog. " Such questions and subsequent answers are the truly important ones.
Note to self. Remember What Matters.
|Posted on October 19, 2013 at 1:40 PM|
Balance occurs in the whole not within the parts. Searching for balance in the specifics of the little bits yields little return. At low tide, with long mud flats, it is hard to imagine a river lapping the edges of the banks. Yet in a moon cycle there is evidence of the balance - the ebb and flow -of the tide waters.
There is imbalance in a moment. That moment of seeming asymmetry, taken as an important part of the greater view, becomes part of a account of balance.
Close the ledger book. Look up and be present to the experience in front of you. When you have time for a backward glance you will be surprised at the equilibrium written into to that ledger of your heart.
Parity occurs in the big picture, not the small parts.
mary anne radmacher
|Posted on September 27, 2013 at 2:20 PM|
Index cards remain in the drawer. The outline is folded in a file.
The "to do" list with writing projects at the top is unopened.
Today I write with my feet and my punctuation marks are tears.
The ellipses are my long exhale... Today I embrace that I write second because I live, first.
First life, then the poetry.
|Posted on September 26, 2013 at 1:05 PM|
I woke with a start. Was Webster, the rat terrier, sitting on my chest? No. No dog there.
Ohhhhhh. THAT is sitting there. The LIST in the day. The "GETCHER GOIN' GOING!!!" list.
So my first note to self this morning was, "Breathe."
|Posted on September 26, 2013 at 12:10 AM|
|Posted on September 20, 2013 at 12:05 AM|
Yes, I grasped when the doctor assessed, "Your brother has the fastest growing cancer that we have identified to date." I understand the word fast. And fastest. I am familiar with cancer around the edges of it. To take those cognitive grasps and turn them into experiences has been a roller coaster ride.
Yesterday I tool a ride on Seattle's largest Ferris Wheel. It motors you out over the Puget Sound. It gives the sense of being suspended with nothing really to hold to. My riding companion and I laughed with the attendant seated us and said, "Here's the red button you push if you want to get out." One platform. A whole huge rotation. WHERE you gonna go if you want to get out? I laughed a little too long. It was the tip off to my friend. "Eleanor Roosevelt suggests that you should do one thing every day that scares you. Today - this is my one thing."
But, that wasn't entirely true. That my brother is thousands of miles away from me facing the journey to death's door. And I'm not there. When I tell the un-re-framed truth, that scares me. He falls. He is still alone a lot. He burned up his microwave. These things don't unsettle me. Disturb me. Concern me. They scare me. They scare me for him. That it won't be the cancer that "gets him" but some unfortunate accident. That he could unintentionally bring harm to another. I was there for two weeks. He's proud of that. He tells people in his 12-step group that I saw him when he "looked good and could do stuff." He is glad I can't see him now.
I have faced dire circumstances myself. And it surprises me that I find courage and bravery more accessible on my own behalf. It's harder to access, reach and hold on behalf of my brother. So much, pretty much, 97% of "what I can do" has already been done. Now 100% of my job is to love him, call him and be available to the professional team that is in place to care for him.
This is the way of process. Ease and confidence and certainty visit on a pendulum swing. And when the pendulum swings it swings to discomfort, being scare and uncertainty.
My brother faces his own mortality with a television-style clock ticking in the upper corner of his daily view. And I face my profound awe at circumstances that are completely out of my control. I get to connect to that which I do govern: the clarity, the love, the support, the sharing of the journey. Doing what I can. Where I can. And yesterday I did that in four rotations of a giant Ferris Wheel to remind me that even the things that scare me have a landing point. There is a red button. There is a platform. And there is often a travel companion who will laugh and tell stories when they see the beads of sweat starting to form on your upper lip.
So my brother's friend helped him dressed. As he answered my call he told he'd already fallen once today, but he was okay. And he was getting ready to get a ride to his 12-step program. Which dependly reminds him that he lives as all of us live, one moment, one day at a time. So as I consider the real estate that grief is taking up in my daily life... it comes down to love, friends and a ferris wheel. One day at a time.
(Addendum) And then...in the midst...I committed to opening Susan Piver's email from the Open Heart Mediation project. And I let her guide me in a meditation. One day at a time - leaning forward into this day with grace. I remembered my ease. It's always with me...sometimes I forget to look. xo
mary anne radmacher
|Posted on September 13, 2013 at 7:30 PM|
"Why aren't YOUR books featured on your web site?" asked the incredulous financial advisor, Luna Jaffe.
"You have all these other books that you recommend, but not one of yours. Don't you have a lot of books?"
"Yes. Almost a dozen."
Ah. There are so many things I say about not promoting my work. Selling my books. Telling people, "Really -
you should buy this book - you'd love it." But it's all bluster and bosh. So, I set aside all those "reasons" why I haven't been
at my computer, rebuilding my web site. And I did it. And now. I just have to laugh. Books. Oh, indeed. BOOKS. I don't
know how I did it. And right now I can't figure out how to UNdo it. BOOKS ARE ON EVERY PAGE OF MY WEB SITE.
I'm going to attribute this phenomenon to the power of Luna Jaffe's suggestion.
So in the spirit of acting on sound advice - let me tell you this about my books. I only write what I know I would want to read.
And if I don't live it, I don't write it. I'm honored to be an author and I'm proud of everything I've written. If you done own
most of my books - consider adding to your library! And every one of them makes an excellent and thoughtful gift...
There! Luna Jaffe*. There's MY BOOKS!
* LunaJaffe.com "Wild Money - A Creative Journey to Financial Wisdom"
|Posted on August 25, 2013 at 2:30 PM|
The Great Unfinished Thing*
becomes a familiar companion after awhile. It travels
every where you travel and pulls the line taut between all your
GREAT DONE and it, The Great UNdone.
Completing the Great Unfinished Thing launches an utterly different
dynamic. The string falls, loose, unpulled. Those who are familiar with
the tight rope walk understand the disconcerting impact of slack string.
This is, in part, some of the answer to, "Why can't I finish things?" In
a peculiar and somewhat disconnected way the Great Unfinished thing
becomes a motivator for completing so many other Things. In an effort
to avoid *TGUT, efforts become so much more focused on the other
end of the string.
Curious: do you have TGUT? And how does it work in your life? Will
you ever "get it done?"
|Posted on May 29, 2013 at 2:35 PM|
Begins June 1. REMEMBER AND DO WHAT MATTERS.
Jane K, an author, wrote after she REMEMBERed, “I am a firecracker in Maryanne's classes. She lights the fuse and the explosion that follows against a night sky is full of color surprise organized joy renewed faith. It's what life long learning should be. Much gratitude!”
REMEMBER is divided into three action blocks. On line with feedback, a secret Facebook group, surprises along the way and a google hangout. The first week follows a model called Radmacher Focus Phrase™. Prose writers...you can do this with one hand tied behind your back. The second week is a “research” week. In this week you “show up and take notes,” following the daily guidance. LIst makers? This is where you shine. The third week is a process that teaches you how to reach for those elusive answers. Those willing to have deep reflection - this is your zenith. And this is the segment where it all ties together and you - experience change you can’t possibly anticipate now. We don’t know WHAT it is - only THAT it is. Even if you don’t LOVE writing, these 22 days hold some powerful gifts for you.
22 days. Accessing a breadth of process and skills. Skills that you will use again. Discovery. Ah-ha. Change. Resistance. Embracing your Must out of your Much. Surprise. What can I guarantee? This is a lot of boo-yah for your buck. $99 is because I love the people I guide and the times are tough. This is the most economical process I’ve offered in years. If your heart gives you the impulse, I suggest you seize it. Register now. Spaces are first registered first taken. I will not “hold spots” but I will make a list for “next time.”
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|Posted on April 15, 2013 at 4:40 PM|
I don't have to know the who, how or why to grieve the harm done at the Boston Marathon.
I weep. I hurt. I ache for the pain of the Sandy Hook parents who were there to run 26 miles for 26 lost lives.
In grief I try to school and soothe myself by looking through the lens of history. Throughout history, broken people try to break others. Those who have been harmed visit their harm on others. Harm tries to find its own watermark.
I was just thinking that maybe the Medici Family was visited by random harm as they pursued their interests in the 15th Century. And the familiar tale of the good Samaritan is in the context of that road being known to be dangerous. Harm lurking, causing concern. The broken people have always brought harm to themselves and others...but now, with dense population centers and immediate access to news, tender hearts meet a perfect storm of sorrows. Increasing inclination and immediate access. In fact, the "immediate access" is incentive for some of the broken ones. 15 minutes of "fame." All heart breaking.
So my prayers, attention, emotional support and all goodness go to the people who are bleeding. The people who were harmed. The people who stood as witness to this travesty. The runners whose hopes and dreams and calendar and resources are tied to this historical, national event. The perpetrators? To you I stand away. I will not fuel your celebrity by turning my head to look long at you. Sorrow multiples and I can only wish that you, the bringers of harm, find new equations that do not add to an equation already filled with pain.
Boston - my heart aches for you, and yours, today.