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Who Did You Grow Up to Be?

“Ideals are like stars;

you will not succeed in touching them with your hands.

But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters,

you choose them as your guides,

and following them you will reach your destiny.”

  – Carl Schurz

This has been a difficult week. After declining life support, my mother died. She was a giving, loving person, a mom not only to me and my three sisters but also to many people outside our family who needed mothering. All this week, my sisters and I spoke with people who dropped by or phoned or came to the visitation and funeral. Some of them I had not seen since I was a teen and would not have recognized. When I figured out who they were, I wondered, though I didn’t ask, “Who did you grow up to be? What did you grow up to believe?”

We choose our ideals, our life guides, our beliefs, our star-maps. And from time to time, we tweak them. Ultimately, what we believe is what we choose to believe.

I’m happy, because I choose to be.

I forgive, because I choose to let go.

I take each day as it comes, because I choose to.

I’m content with imperfection, because I choose to be.

I wish myself and others the best, because I choose to.

I believe what I believe, because I choose to believe it.

Faith lives and breathes and grows if we let it, because faith is alive. Faith is our attitude toward what we value most in life. If I want an honest faith, a faith of integrity – and I do – I need to examine my beliefs, keep what’s truly mine, and leave behind what is not. Having a faith of integrity requires taking responsibility for what I believe. I believe what I believe, because I choose to believe it.

Ann Patchett, in an essay called “Fact vs. Fiction,” talks about two kinds of educational experience: active and passive. In the passive experience, “your only role is to accept what you are given. To memorize facts and later repeat them for a test might get you a good grade, but it’s not the same thing as having intellectual curiosity.” In the active experience, “You realize that one answer is not enough and that you have to look at as many sources as are available to you so that you can piece together a larger picture.” An open-hearted faith, a faith of integrity and grace, wonders. It’s curious. It’s always trying to piece together a larger picture.

Astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson laments the fact that he sees plenty of children who parrot back that they’re told rather than learning how to think. Do we allow children to question? When the answers to their questions are uncertain, are we able to honestly admit that we don’t know?

What about our own beliefs as adults? Psychologist Daniel J. Levitin points out that we often blindly accept what we’re told and “have a tendency to apply critical thinking only to things we disagree with.” Do we ever question what we’ve always agreed with? Are we truly as certain as we’d like to be? Are we able to appreciate the mystery of God? Are we content to live inside the questions?

Or are we so uncomfortable with questions that we grab on to answers that we haven’t thought through? When we hold what we think is an answer, are we so glued to it that we’re unable to crack open the question again? Why does that matter, anyway? Because it’s the questions, not the answers that broaden our horizons and urge us on like seafarers “on the desert of waters.”

So who did you grow up to be? What did you grow up to believe? What are you growing to be?

Next week: belief and our inner pilot light.

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A Greater Mystery

“It is sometimes the mystery of death

that brings one to a consciousness

of the still greater mystery of life.”

– Kate Douglas Wiggin, Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm –

I’m in Texas this week with my Dad and my three younger sisters at my mother’s hospital bedside in ICU. Mother is 90 years old, and from her hospital bed, she has been writing her good-byes on sheets of paper on a clipboard – amazingly without looking at pen or paper. Last night she asked for the breathing tube to be removed, understanding that the CO2 level in her blood would rise, causing her to go to sleep and eventually die. We honored her wishes. My dad and I and my three younger sisters were at her bedside. So far she is still with us, but it’s just a matter of how long her body holds on now. We don’t know what will happen from one moment to the next, but we have been reminded over the past few days that each breath is precious.

I haven’t been able to finish the post I meant to send for this week, so I’m duplicating what I posted on my Carry the Calm site. I’ll send an update and regular post next week. Meanwhile, pay deep attention. Breathe in the mystery of life. Breathe out gratitude. Nurture peace, cultivate loving kindness, and carry the calm.

Nature of the week:

Shadow of the Week:

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What Will You Run Toward?

“What are your fears and what are your hopes?

What are the trade-offs you are willing to make and not willing to make?”

– Atul Gawande, Being Mortal 

This week an old rule that required Puerto Rico to be served only by U.S. ships was temporarily set aside in favor of getting aid to the Puerto Rican people, who are in dire need after the hurricane devastated their island. The lifting of the old rule is a good example of something I mentioned in last week’s post: When it comes to decision-making, we often ask ourselves what carries the greater weight in a particular circumstance: rules or the human/life need. Rules are color-by-number; human/life need is interpretative. Both rules and human/life needs are valid when it comes to making decisions, and sometimes rules are the human/life need of the moment. But it’s important to note what rules/laws can and cannot do.

• Rules cannot forgive.

• Rules cannot have mercy.

• Rules do not take circumstances into consideration.

• Rules cannot make exceptions.

• Rules cannot offer grace.

Because rules don’t care. They can’t. They are impersonal.

Forgiveness, mercy, consideration, exceptions, and grace require a human heart. An open heart. An interpretive heart that asks, what does the situation need? What is it that I might not be seeing or hearing? How can I be generous, grateful, and gracious to myself and to others?

Of course, some people don’t ask those questions but instead hold rules with an iron grip. That, as I see it, is what liberals on the far left and conservatives on the far right have in common. Both extremes tend to paint by number. Closer to the center, whether skewing left or right, we may find life messier, less certain, and more thought-provoking, but the near-center position can also be far more gracious and generous. From closer to center, we can be interpretive and consider what might best bring wholeness and healing, dignity and hope, those qualities that are at the heart of Love Incarnate, Love in the flesh – in other words, God in Jesus, now in us.

At both extremes, left and right, decision-making is often done in an effort to push back, fight against, or run away from whatever doesn’t fit the extreme viewpoint. While we sometimes have to approach our options that way, most decisions are best made not in the spirit of escaping what we don’t want but embracing what we do – leaning forward, fighting for, or running toward what’s desirable. Of course, that means we need to clarify in our own hearts what we consider to be desirable – what’s good, better, and best.

In Being Mortal, Atul Gawande, discussing end-of-life issues, poses four questions that I think apply to all our tough decisions – and maybe even to the ones that aren’t so tough. Answered honestly, they pinpoint exactly what is important to us. Gawande asks, “What is your understanding of the situation and its potential outcomes? What are your fears and what are your hopes? What are the trade-offs you are willing to make and not willing to make? And what is the course of action that best serves this understanding?”

In other words, what will you run toward?

I suspect that most of us come to decision-making heavily influenced by taken-for-granted shoulds: I should choose what’s expected of me. I should choose what the experts advise. I should choose what’s approved by colleagues, mentors, friends, or family. I’m not saying that we shouldn’t seek and consider advice. But notice Gawande’s four questions. They’re questions that only we as individuals can answer.

Writer William Kenower said, “Nothing is more unique to me than my curiosity and imagination. I am never more myself than when I ask, ‘What interests me most?’ Only I know the answer.” In the same way, only you know the answers to Gawande’s questions. Only you know what you truly believe. And what you believe is what you’ve chosen to believe – which is the topic of next week’s post.

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Life: Color-by-Number or Interpretive?

A wise friend of mine, who is now in his late seventies, recently said that people my age are on the cusp between inventory and renaissance. We have the privilege of taking inventory of what’s behind us while moving ahead into our renaissance, our rebirth. In many ways, the experience I wrote about last week – my efforts to groom a horse – put me exactly at the place in my life journey that my friend described: standing on the ridge between inventory and renaissance, between the past and the future. Thanks to the horse, I discovered that, to make any forward progress, I would have to let go of controlling the future. I could not know what would happen with the horse, what she would choose to do or not do, so I had to let go of expectations and demands and proceed boldly in the face of uncertainty.

At one time, I thought I could plan my future and do all the right things, and it would turn out generally as I had envisioned. Not true. But that belief, as blind as it is, is hard to drop. Logically, I know that most of what happens, both now and in the future, is out of my control. But I get so locked in to wanting a certain outcome that before I know it, my fists are clenched, my chest is tight, my breath is shallow, and I’ve become frantic. I have to sell a novel to a publisher this year. I have to get an agent. I have to do a better job of connecting on social media. I have to do this, I have to expand that. Even though I know better, it’s hard not to tie my thoughts in knots wanting everything to work out as I’d like.

We humans spend a lot of energy being anxious about the Future, worrying about how projects or events or even people are going to turn out. With all good intentions, we try to control outcomes. But most of life is simply outside our control. The car won’t start, so we miss an important interview. A time-sensitive email gets derailed by a spam filter. A single, unexpected phone call changes the trajectory of life – for better or for worse.

Maybe that’s one reason we gravitate toward listicles and books that promise Five Steps to Transform Your Business and Enrich Your Life, or The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success, or Four Pillars of Investing. The titles imply that if we follow the bullet points, the path ahead will straighten out and take us where we want to go. I’m not saying these types of guides aren’t helpful, but the truth is, there is no step-by-step guide to life. Life is more organic than that, more complex. It’s not color-by-number; it’s more of a flow. It’s unmapped.

Because life is unmapped, we navigate the terrain best by being flexible. Interpretive. A few years ago, in the class I took on drawing trees, the instructor, the amazing artist Charles Brindley, told us, “Be interpretative.” In other words, look at a tree as the model for your sketch, but instead of trying to reproduce each curve and dip and shadow, interpret what you see. Place it in an interesting spot on the page. Leave out any distracting branches or knotholes. That’s the way we create art – by interpreting what we see. (Here’s the sketch I did in class.)

Being interpretive seems also to be the best way to navigate our unmapped life. What lies ahead, just around the corner? We don’t know. But we do know that the future will hold challenges that will require us to make decisions about what to do and which way to go.

When it comes to decision-making, we often do a quick triage, sometimes subconsciously and instinctively, evaluating what carries the greater weight in that particular circumstance: rules or the human/life need? Rules are paint-by-number; human/life need is interpretation. Both are valid, and sometimes rules are the human/life need of the moment. But it’s important to note what rules can and cannot do.

And that’s where we’ll start next week: rules, the human heart, and what will you run toward?

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The Horse and I

Sonoran Desert, Arizona, September 2012

A hot, dry breeze ruffles my hair as I shade my eyes and scan the surrounding hills covered with scrub brush and ocotillo. Among scattered boulders, saguaro cacti stand at attention, stick figures stretching their arms toward the cloudless, sapphire-blue sky. My three younger sisters have splurged for my sixtieth birthday and are treating me to a week with them at the Miraval Resort and Spa, an oasis of porches, pools, palm trees, and paths. I love the dry heat. I love the wide sky. I love my sisters.

When we arrived at the resort, we got to choose from the usual variety of massage and facial treatments, but there were also unexpected offerings, including hikes, trail rides, and an intriguing session called the equine experience . “Practice living life in the moment as you work with specially selected horses and our expert facilitators,” the description read. “You’ll perform equestrian ground skills, getting a chance to notice personal patterns of learned behavior that may be holding you back from the life you want to live.” It had been awhile since I’d been with horses, and this seemed like a good time of life to learn what might be holding me back, so I signed up.

Which is why I’m now standing in the corral, eyeing the desert hills as I bake in the sun. I turn back to the horse I’ve chosen to work with. She’s the oldest horse here, so I feel some connection, seeing as how I’m moving into senior territory myself. At the moment, my job is to clean her front left hoof. The underneath part. So I have to get her to raise her leg. But she’s not cooperating. Her feet stay firmly planted on the ground.

“I don’t think she wants to do this,” I tell the trainer. “At least she doesn’t want me to do this.”

“It’s not about the horse,” says the trainer. “She knows the drill. Just touch her on her foreleg, and she’ll raise her foot for you.”

I touch. Nothing happens. Really, I think it’s obvious that she doesn’t want to raise her foot right now. But I say nothing and try again. No go. Maybe I’m doing this wrong. I stroke her and try again. Nothing. I resist peeking at the other participants with their horses, but I’m afraid that I’ll be the only person here who can’t get their horse’s hooves clean.

“Okay, step back,” says the trainer. “Deep breath. What are you thinking?”

I inhale deeply, exhale slowly. “Umm, I’m thinking I can’t make her raise her foot if she doesn’t want to.” Plus, I’m no good at this, I think; plus, I’m afraid I’ll fail; plus . . .

“She’ll do it,” says the trainer. “She likes having her hoof cleaned. But she can sense what you’re feeling. Give yourself a minute and try again.”

I look to the hills, breathe deeply, let all those thoughts fly off into the desert somewhere, and start over. I try not to think at all but simply approach the horse as if I do this every day. I touch her foreleg, and – wonder of wonders! – she lifts her foot, and I scrape her hoof clean.

“What was different that time?” asks the trainer.

At that moment, I know the secret: I gave up control. I, who have made a career out of thinking, stopped thinking for a moment. I let go of the outcome, touched the horse, and, with her cooperation, bent to my work. As I relaxed into the moment, into my surroundings, into the experience, so did the horse. It was a life lesson – not to stop caring but to stop demanding, to hold my thoughts and expectations with a loose hand, to relax into uncertainty.

Uncertainty. That’s what we’ll look at next week as we think about life – is it color-by-number or interpretive?


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Why Faith Needs Balance

On my refrigerator, I’ve posted three important reminders to myself (besides my grocery list):

• a bumper sticker that says, “No Sniveling”

• a slip of paper from a fortune cookie that says, “It is much easier to be critical than to be correct.”

• a Peanuts cartoon that shows Snoopy at his typewriter on top of his doghouse, writing a book on theology. Charlie Brown walks up and says, “I hope you have a good title.” Snoopy smiles as his thought bubble claims he has the perfect title: “Has It Ever Occurred to You That You Might Be Wrong?”

Snoopy’s simple question hits the bull’s eye. When I first read it, I realized that it had never occurred to me that I might be wrong. I had been blindly arrogant, believing that I had life and God all figured out. I even thought I knew enough to tell others what to believe. Until I asked myself if I could be wrong. And I realized that, yes, I could. I might really be wrong.

That’s why it’s so important to me to have a faith that is a balance of integrity and grace. A faith of integrity requires me to admit that I’m willing to hold a belief (or tenet or doctrine or creed) with a certain amount of blindness. Because God is a mystery. There’s so much that cannot be proved. So I want my chosen beliefs to be steeped in grace. Otherwise, my beliefs can easily become prideful, arrogant, and unloving. So if holding a belief does not result in grace, then I can’t hold that belief with integrity. I want a faith of integrity balanced with grace.

In last week’s post, we looked at how the Greek word prautes, which is often translated meek or gentle in the Bible, often implied a balance in ancient times. It’s interesting that some Bibles translate prautes as humble. Humility is the result of having both integrity (honesty with self) and grace (a generous spirit toward others). The search for integrity and grace, then, is a search for humility, a balance of honesty and generosity, of self and others.

Life seems to be a long process of finding our balance. We never know which way our world will tilt. If we dig in our heels, refusing to pay attention or to question and examine our beliefs in light of our experiences, then we’re refusing to open our spirits and grow. We’re in danger of getting stuck off-balance. According to the faith research of James Fowler, this “assures that one will settle for a narrower and shallower faith than one needs.”

But when we pay attention, when we allow ourselves to question and examine our beliefs, we have an amazing opportunity to discover what we truly believe and why. We have a chance to grow toward maturity, toward a balance of integrity and grace, toward a living and open-hearted faith in a loving and open-hearted God. We have the opportunity, as Fowler says, to be “grasped by the vision of a center of value and power more luminous, more inclusive and more true than that to which we are devoted.”

Here’s wishing you a luminous, inclusive faith of integrity and grace!

Next week: The Horse and I.


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How to Balance in a Tilting World

Balance – from walking to biking to skiing, in art and cooking and even finances, we are continually balancing, either instinctively or using skills we’ve learned and don’t often think about. Last week’s post reminded us of some of those skills, the point being that life has already taught us how to balance when our world tilts – a relationship crumbles, a job or career changes or ends, hatred comes out of the shadows and marches down the streets – and the ground seems to shift underneath us. We’re left trying to keep – or regain – our balance emotionally.

So how has life taught us to balance? Here are the skills from last week’s post, summed up as a neat and tidy list of life principles, ways to keep or regain balance in a tilting world.

  • No one can tell us when we’re balanced. We sense it. Our center of balance is likely to be different from our neighbor’s.
  • Pay attention.
  • Stay flexible, shifting as needed to stay centered.
  • Slow down if you need to.
  • Hold onto something (or someone) if you need to.
  • If you have a choice in matters, choose people, places, things, and activities for what they can contribute to your wholeness and integrity and for what you can contribute to theirs.
  • That said, appreciate and incorporate variety. We can be asymmetrical (not quite fitting someone else’s idea of perfection) and still be in balance.
  • Season life to taste, but try not to lose your distinctiveness.
  • Give your life the time to simmer and mature. Be patient with yourself. It takes practice to be able to keep our balance during the unexpected ways that life tilts.
  • We need unfilled, open areas – negative spaces – in our schedules. Time to pause. It’s worth scheduling that time on our calendars. In other words, keep up with the deposits and withdrawals on your time, your energy, your spirit. When you’re getting depleted, it’s time to fill up. When you’re full to overflowing, be grateful and let it spill out.

Balance is, of course, a sign of emotional and mental health. But we don’t often think of balance as a sign of spiritual health. In fact, many of us were taught, in strictly stark religious terms, that there cannot be a balance, spiritually speaking. There’s heaven vs. hell, right vs. wrong, conservative vs. liberal, good vs. evil, faith vs. doubt. We’re either at one end of the scale or the other. There is no in-between, because that’s a lukewarm position, and lukewarm gets spewed out (Revelation 3:16). So there’s no compromise, no tolerating other viewpoints, no trying to balance the scale. And yet . . .

“In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.” Balance. Heavens and earth, light and dark, evening and morning, above and below, water and land, tall plants and short, flying animals and diggers, male and female. “And God saw that it was good.” Delight, pleasure, generosity – it all started with balance.

It’s interesting to note that balance is one meaning of the Greek word prautes, which is often translated meek or gentle in the Bible. In ancient times, prautes implied a balance, for example between friendliness and strength or between leniency and sternness. One lexicographer of ancient languages says, “For Aristotle [prautes] is a mean (a midpoint) between bad temper and spineless incompetence, between extreme anger and indifference.” If we think of meek in the sense of balance, it gives fresh meaning to some familiar scriptures.

“Blessed are the balanced, for they will inherit the earth” (Matthew 5:5). In other words, blessed are those who are neither bad tempered nor spinelessly incompetent, neither extremely angry nor indifferent.

“See, your king comes to you, balanced and riding on a donkey . . .” (Matthew 21:5). This has nothing to do, of course, with balancing on the back of a donkey and everything to do with being the type of king who fit Aristotle’s definition of balance, being neither bad-tempered nor a spineless incompetent.

“By the balance and forbearance of Christ, I appeal to you – I, Paul, who am ‘timid’ when face to face, but ‘bold’ when away!” (2 Corinthians 10:1). Forbearance, according to Webster’s, means refraining from enforcing something like a debt, right, or obligation. It’s interesting that Paul asks for balance after being accused of two opposites: timidity and boldness.

“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, balance, and self-control” (Galatians 5:23).

“Who is wise and understanding among you? Let him show it by his good life, by deeds done in the balance that comes from wisdom” (James 3:13). When I read this, I think of the opening lines from Rudyard Kipling’s famous poem If:   “If you can keep your head when all about you / Are losing theirs and blaming it on you . . . you’ll be a Man, my son!” In other words, you’ll be mature if you can remain balanced.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am balanced and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light” (Matthew 11:29-30). Jesus, trained to be a carpenter, would have learned how to make yokes. “My yoke is chrestos,” he says. Chrestos means well-fitting. A yoke has to balance in order to fit well.

An open-hearted faith is always finding its balance. Next week’s post will focus on what I consider the most important balance we can find in our faith.

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What Makes A Balanced Life?

Did you ever try to balance on an old-fashioned seesaw with a partner or two, trying to get to the perfect spot where no one’s feet touch the ground? Did you ever walk across a room with a book balanced on your head? Or cross a stream, balancing on stepping stones? . . . Or get your life into balance?

Ah, it’s that last one that’s the ultimate challenge. Is it possible to balance a life? If so, how is it done? How do we know when we’ve found our balance? How do we keep it? And what does it have to do with faith? Does balance even apply to our spiritual life?

The more I’ve thought about balance, the more I’ve realized just how critical it is to every area of our lives, including the spiritual. But before looking at spiritual balance – and at the risk of sounding simplistic – I’m going to remind us of what we already know about balance.

Balance is, of course, a physical necessity for our bodies. I’ve experienced vertigo a few times, and it’s weird – as well as nauseating – to be sitting completely still when the room appears to be spinning. My balance is gone, and there’s no way I can stand and walk. It’s frightening to be that out of balance.

When I was in college, one of my favorite PE courses was gymnastics. I especially enjoyed the uneven parallel bars. That’s where I learned that each person’s body has a center of gravity, a midpoint of mass that the body can use to maintain its equilibrium in whatever position we might take, whether we’re immobile or in motion. We discover our center of balance early in life when we learn to walk. We find it again when we learn to ride a bike. And if we have a gym class and are required to angle our bodies in new and different ways, we find our center of gravity yet again.

The thing is, the gym instructor could tell us generally where to find our center of gravity, but only I could actually locate my own. It took a bit of slipping and tilting and a lot of practice to find that place of balance, but once I found it, I could tell fairly quickly when I was going off-center in a routine.

Biking, dancing, rafting, skiing, hiking, rock climbing, yoga – movement takes balance.  Simply walking takes balance. With a bit of practice, our bodies balance without a thought. Recently I learned a practice that’s meant to help prevent falls in older people. To train the body to rebalance when it goes off-center, you practice standing on one leg, letting the body correct any wobble that results. But that’s not all. Then you extend your arms, lift them, wave them. Then extend the raised leg forward, back, and to the side. You make your body practice bringing itself back into balance.

So here’s what we know about physical balance.

  • Pay attention.
  • Flex.
  • Slow down if you need to.
  • Hold onto something if you need to.
  • No one can tell you when you’re balanced. You learn to feel it.

Another kind of balance is found in the kitchen. Cooks work hard to get just the right balance of flavors in a dish. I don’t create dishes, but I can follow a recipe. Sunday night at our house is soup night. I found an amazing recipe for kale-sweet potato soup. It perfectly balances the flavor of kale and sweet potato with leeks, onions, cilantro, lemon juice, and a pinch of cayenne pepper. But in another recipe – for butternut squash soup – I had to tweak the balance of spices. The recipe looked wonderful, but it was so pepper-hot, it was hard to enjoy. The balance was not right for me. With food, we know when something’s out of balance by tasting it.

The classic cookbook Joy of Cooking advises, “[D]on’t use too many kinds [of herbs] at once or too much of any one kind.” Nick Korbee, in The Egg Shop, says, “We don’t want to mask the individual flavors in any way, but rather find balance where each herb has its chance to explode on the palate.” We know that some foods – like chili, pasta sauce, and most soups – taste better a day or two after they were made, because the flavors infuse each other without losing their distinctive taste. And, back to the body, we know that a well-balanced diet is good for our health.

So here’s what we know about balance in cooking.

  • Choose the parts that for what they can contribute to the whole.
  • Appreciate and incorporate variety.
  • Season to taste.
  • Take the time to let the flavors simmer, rest, and meld without losing their distinctiveness.
  • Balance in a diet is essential for good health.

Another type of balance is found in art. Once a week I attend an art and design class in which we are free to follow whatever inspires us at the moment. Some of us draw, some of us sculpt, and some of us paint. I usually paint or sketch. After each class session, we display what we’ve created and then tour our group gallery. I’ve learned that whether a work of art is abstract or realistic, it’s the balance and variety that make it pleasing and attractive.

I don’t mean balance in the sense of perfect symmetry. In fact, perfect symmetry is often uninteresting, while asymmetry that keeps a certain balance attracts us. What I mean is the balance and variety of texture (rough and smooth in the same composition), color (light and dark, bold and pale in the same painting), and line (thin next to thick, angled beside curved in a drawing). In her book Freehand, Helen Birch points out that in a drawing, “the use of negative space – the white areas help to balance the whole.” Or an illustration may succeed “because of the balance between intricacy and simplicity.”

Back to the body again: Even figure drawing relies on seeing the balance of a body. In figure drawing class, I learned to look for a model’s point of balance, the area that takes the weight of the body and the invisible line that extends through that point to ground it.

So here’s what we know about balance in art.

  • Variety is vital.
  • Balance can be asymmetrical.
  • Creating a pleasing balance takes practice.
  • Unfilled, open areas – negative spaces – are essential.

And then there’s the balance in my checkbook. Or in my online bank statement. I’m no expert here, but I do know that I can’t take out more than what I’ve put in. Once a month I make sure I’m keeping up with the cash flow.

So here’s what we know about balancing our finances.

  • Keep up with deposits and withdrawals. If we don’t have the money, it’s best if we don’t make the purchase.

Okay, so what’s the point? The point is that life has already taught us how to balance when our world tilts and when the ground seems to shift underneath us. I’ll bring it all together in next week’s post on how to keep – or regain – our balance in a tilting world.


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When the World Crowds In: Finding Our Footing


Hong Kong to Guangzhou, China, September 1994:

At one of Hong Kong’s north rail stations, my friend Sandra and I, along with her teenage son and mine, join the jostle of Asian travelers and commuters boarding the train to China. The high-backed, wooden bench seats are filling fast. My son and Sandra’s find two places together. I choose a rear-facing seat beside a window with a tiny, bolted-down table standing between me and a grandmotherly woman seated across from me. Beside me on the aisle side of my bench is a lively older man, who tries to strike up a conversation. Unfortunately, I speak no Chinese, and he speaks no English, so he turns to Sandra, who is sitting across from him, beside the grandmother. Sandra knows enough Chinese to converse a bit.

As the train starts its two-hour journey to Guanzhou, I pull my camera out of my shoulder bag, eager to snap some pictures of the Chinese countryside. But the windows are so smudged and grimy that it’s hard to find a section clean enough to provide a good view. Still, I have to try. The farmland is picturesque, the crops laid out in rows about three feet wide and mounded in the center. Only a few people are in the fields, and they’re bent over the rows, working by hand. I see no machinery except a plow pulled by a water buffalo.

Back inside the train, a hostess periodically walks the aisle, selling wares of all kinds: books of stamps, newspapers, candies, mints, gum, and boxed hot lunches (rice with meat and vegetables). From time to time, she returns with a broom and sweeps up the trash everyone is tossing onto the floor. She scoots the mound of trash to the door between the train cars and shoves it out onto the tracks. Now I know why I see trash scattered between the train tracks and the fields. Occasionally I see someone picking through it. I assume that’s where the field workers get the plastic bottles that are turned upside down, covering the young plants.

The towns we pass are full of tall, whitewashed, look-alike apartment blocks or short rows of stable-like houses. Bamboo scaffolding surrounds many buildings, as if the urban areas are growing and thriving, but I don’t see many construction workers. I do notice a few railway workers here and there, laboring manually along the railroad ties, which are made of concrete. Sandra tells me that there aren’t enough trees to make the ties out of wood.

Our approach to Guanzhou (Old Canton) takes us through miles of rice paddies before we roll into the big city with its crowds and noise and smog. As the train pulls into the station, our fellow travelers surge to their feet, and as soon as the train halts, they pour out the doors and flood the walkway in a rushing tide that sweeps us with it. Fortunately, my son is tall and blonde, so I can easily locate him in the sea of satin black heads in front of us. But that’s all I can see: heads. I notice that those at the front of the pack are dropping out of sight. It’s as if I’m rafting in a swift-flowing river, suddenly realizing that up ahead it flows in a waterfall over a cliff. We’re obviously heading toward a staircase that I can’t see, and in this crowd, there’s no slowing and no stopping. I can’t help but think of lemmings.

I also can’t help but think of news reports about people trampled to death at crowded soccer stadiums or among midnight shoppers shoving to get into Wal-Mart for the best Black Friday deals. But we’re in the middle of the crowd, and there’s no way to go but forward and down. It gives new meaning to “Go with the flow.” And we do. We flow down the stairs and into a corridor, where we shuffle forward, packed shoulder to shoulder. The crowd practically carries us along to the exit, where small turnstiles squeeze us out of the station like toothpaste from a tube. My friend’s son comments that the object of this configuration seems to be to force the greatest number of people through the smallest possible opening.

On the way down the corridor, I had noticed guards sitting on gates and ledges above the masses. Now that I’ve gone through the turnstile, I realize that the guards are not above the crowd just to oversee everyone but also to stay out of the way. Otherwise, they risk getting squeezed through the turnstiles themselves. I exit the train station with a new motto: “Whatever you do, step carefully and keep your balance.”

Sometimes it feels as if the whole world is out of balance. Work and school schedules, news cycles, issues with home, family, and friends crowd around us, tipping us one way, tilting us another as they sweep us along and squeeze us out at the end of the day. Often, the best we can do is step carefully and try to keep our balance.

Next week: What is balance? How do we find it? How do we know when we’ve found it? How do we keep it? And what does it have to do with faith?

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How Can Slower Be Faster?


“Slow down and you’ll get it done faster.”

– Arunima Orr –

Arunima is the founder of the artists’ space where I take classes, and I’ve decided she’s right about slowing down. Well, truly, she’s right about a lot of things, but getting things done faster by slowing down is one of them. In art class, we usually apply this to cleanup, but I’ve applied it to my daily life as well, and I’ve discovered that slowing down doesn’t mean moving at snail speed. If I simply shift into a slightly lower gear, I have more traction. My movements are more precise, deliberate, and intentional. And I notice more. As my sports friends might say, my head is in the game. Life is simply easier to navigate when I slow down.

Now more than ever, the world needs you and me to be calm, clear-headed, and thoughtful. Here are some things I’ve realized as I’ve practiced living less frantically.

  • Not every answer has to be given right away.
  • Not every request or demand has to be fulfilled, and if we choose to fulfill it, it does not have to be fulfilled right away.
  • Not every task has to be tended to immediately.

That may sound like a dream list for procrastinators, but there’s a difference between procrastinating and giving a task the mental prep time it needs. I’m not suggesting that we shirk responsibility or wiggle out of a job we’d rather not do. I’m just saying that slowing down and pausing allow us to intentionally approach tasks with care. Slowing allows us to be mindful as opposed to mindlessly plowing through.

One caveat: that list above may simply be a wish list if you’re the parent of preschoolers. Someone once said that preschoolers are walking emergencies. That’s not far from the truth. With young children, some things have to be tended to immediately. Still, taking your life as a whole, not every task needs to be done right this minute. You may have to be creative about it, but where can you cut yourself some slack?

We need to pause occasionally to assess ourselves, the world we now live in, and our journey through it. We’d be wise to assess mindfully, thoughtfully, and graciously. To cultivate an open-hearted faith, we need to move forward with open eyes and open ears, listening to various voices (including those not of our “tribe”). We need to consider differing viewpoints and weigh ideas.

Consider is a key word here. It’s the root of the gracious term considerate. Our world needs considerate people, people who don’t just blindly jump on bandwagons but consider what they see and hear and believe. The old advice, “Think before you speak” is right, as is “think before you act.” When we take our time, we give ourselves the space to think and listen, to be attentive and considerate.

Slowing down and taking our time also gives us the opportunity to appreciate. The word appreciate contains the Latin pretium, which means price. To appreciate is to comprehend the value, the true nature, and the importance of something or someone. When we slow down or pause, we give ourselves the space to notice what’s of value. If we keep our eyes open for signs of grace, kindness, beauty, and goodness, we usually see them. We witness God’s touch on and in the world. We can appreciate – or value – our turn on the timeline.

A few posts back, I wrote about drawing lifelines in a class on abstract art. When I think back to the lifelines that I and my classmates drew, I’m awed at the value each one represents, and I feel a deep sense of appreciation. I’m amazed that one lifetime can hold so many swings of the pendulum: sorrows and joys, illness and health, angst and comfort, enemies and friends, failures and successes. Maybe we wish our path had been otherwise. Maybe we wish we had not been so blind. Maybe we wish we had responded differently. Maybe we wish we had been Dorothy instead of the Tin Man. But in the wide world of humanity, in the broad flow of history, each of us is on a unique journey, and each of our journeys tells a unique story.

“The blessing of regret is clear,” says Joan Chittister, “– it brings us, if we are willing to face it head on, to the point of being present to this new time of life in an entirely new way. It urges us on to continued becoming.” All of our past experiences – all of them – have brought us to where we are now. And now is a treasure. Now is the time for re-vision and discovering our path ahead.

As I’ve said before, we are always coming of age, moving to the next stage, taking the next step, growing into the future. And the future is something new. Even if we’re old, tomorrow is new. Next week is new. Next month? Next year? All new.

In my dream of now, we stand with hands cupped before us, holding what we thought were the thorns of the past. But they’ve turned into fragrant flowers. As we cradle them in our palms, something marvelous happens: the petals become wings. With one joyful toss of our cupped hands, we send them flying into the future. And as we bring our hands back down, we realize that, in spite of everything we let go, our hands are not empty; they are full of mystery and grace and hope enough to fuel our next steps.

Next week: Finding our footing on roads rough and smooth.

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