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Session 71 "Look! Squirrel!!" March 3, 2024I am sitting in meditation. My focus is on my breath. I count slowly and sile...
28/02/2024

Session 71 "Look! Squirrel!!" March 3, 2024

I am sitting in meditation. My focus is on my breath. I count slowly and silently in my mind, one on the inhale, two on the exhale, then three on the next inhale, and four on the following exhale, then five, and six, then seven, and eight… all the way to ten. Then I start over… inhale, one… exhale, two… inhale, three…. I see colours floating and shifting behind my closed eyelids, blues, greens, reds and purples – swirling like a kaleidoscope. Inhale, seven… exhale, eight…. I really need to get more coffee cream, the last little bit seemed to be curdling when I poured it into my coffee this morning. What else was it I needed from the grocery store for my camping trip? Was it raspberries, blueberries – maybe both? Did I remember to turn on my out-of-office notification when I left the office yesterday? I better check when I’m finished meditating… oh crap… Inhale, one… exhale, two…

In addition to the proven cognitive benefits (and there are many, well studied and documented benefits which I have reviewed here previously), meditation has also taught me the value of, and the extreme difficulty at times inherent in, living in the moment. To live in the moment takes courage. It’s in this moment we feel the pain of past loss. It’s in this moment we feel fear for the future. It’s in this moment we feel the confusion created by the future transitioning into the past, but not always as we thought it would – this moment is unsettling in its fleetingness. Yet, this moment is all we have. It’s become cliché, but the past is now gone, the future does not yet exist – this, this moment, is all we have. So every morning I count… inhale, one… exhale, two… to remind me of this truth, that to live life well, I must be in this moment. I must seize every moment and do my best to be aware of and relish it, to live it, to enjoy being alive.

Tip 23: Seize the moment

One of my favourite movies is “Up”. Released in 2009, “Up” is the animated story of Carl Fredricksen, a retired, 78-year-old balloon salesman, who ties thousands of helium filled balloons to his house to save it from demolition and fly it to South America. In his successful flight, he failed to account for the child stowaway, Russell, and hilarious drama ensues. My favourite character in the movie, though, is Dug. Dug is a Golden Retriever trying hard to be part of a sinister pack of dogs led by a Doberman Pinscher. Dug has a collar with a device that allows his thoughts to be converted into speech. Dug struggles with focus – he’s easily distracted (not unlike me during meditation). Mid conversation, Dug will whip his head around and yell “Squirrel!” In that moment, nothing else matters – not the conversation or who he is interacting with, nothing, just laser focus on the distraction, for at least three seconds. As an aside, if you’re every walking out ‘n’ about with me and my friends, and one of us calls out “Squirrel!”, it’s not because of a nut packing rodent. If you’re female or gay, pay attention and look up – there’s undoubtedly some eye candy in the vicinity.

At the beginning of the COVID-19 pandemic in the spring of 2020 I went through a number of days finding it very difficult to focus. I found it very hard transitioning to working from home, not having my files and reference materials handy, no one to talk to, my mind racing about the future, both short and long term, feeling deeply the uncertainty and fear the pandemic generated. I spent a fair bit of time those first few weeks getting my groceries and personal care supplies re-stocked, not knowing whether the supply chain would remain intact – I even had a plan if I couldn’t re-stock my toilette paper (bar rags – they can be laundered!). I also experienced a lot of distress as I tried to source more home gym equipment so my training regimen wouldn’t suffer (I was totally successful on that score, for which I am still truly grateful and, four years later, I continue to workout in my apartment because of that stunning success). All my frantic running around was exhausting, so I took a lot of naps as well. I didn’t get a whole lot of work done those first few weeks of the pandemic and that, in turn, began to distress me as well – and my focus was still suffering, a lot.

One moment at a time

I decided I needed to get back into a regular routine (Tip 15), started getting up earlier, and promised myself that if I could start off by just doing one productive thing every day, that would be enough, for now. One day, my goal was to bill two hours. Another day, I set a goal to write the legal opinion that was overdue. Another day, I added responding to at least three outstanding emails. Each day, I added things back into my life that gave me a sense of accomplishment, of being productive. I then moved my alarm clock 30 minutes earlier to ensure I was getting outside and walking every day. The fresh air and exercise were amazing. I don’t think it is any coincidence that both my mood and my focus began to improve. I needed to start slow, but I was ok with that (I cut myself some slack – Tip 16), but by adding goals every day, I became more productive again, one step at a time. I began to be more present in the moment, I began to live again.

Those early weeks of the pandemic reminded me that we all need to feel productive, and that is not easy when we are distracted, when our world gets turned upside down and shaken ‘till our teeth rattle – but we can recover. Maybe it’s slow, but one day at a time, one productive step at a time, we can create meaningful productive days and a meaningful productive life, no matter what we face. Maybe we start slow, we choose one thing and seize the moment to do that one thing… and then another… and then another. Inhale, one… exhale, two… inhale, three… exhale, four… and so on. Little by little. One breath at a time, one moment at a time, we can find our focus, we find our power. When professionals work with victims of trauma, one of the coping tools they use to help victims heel is to work with them to find their power in the event, by seeking out the potential positive outcomes they can create from the trauma, the “meaning and construction that can come out of the destruction.” Step by step, it can be done. I have since learned this is known as “trauma wisdom”, taking past trauma and making ourselves stronger through it.

Trauma wisdom

The COVID 19 pandemic was a type of global trauma. What did we learn from it? What did we discover that we need to change in ourselves, our homes, our communities, our countries and this planet, to come out of the pandemic better than before? When I started the COVID COPING Facebook series in 2020, on which my writing here is based, I was struggling. My days felt overwhelming. That project changed me. Those 28 days made a world of difference in how I managed the pandemic. It gave me focus, something to accomplish every day. I chose to take the opportunity the pandemic provided to, in a very focused way, think about what I could do to cope in a world turned upside down, and organize those thoughts by writing them down and sharing them on Facebook. Part of me is a little surprised I made it 28 days without missing a day. The other part of me was just grateful I had the tools to cope in a way that truly worked for me. I would not have had that opportunity without the COVID-19 pandemic.

Similarly, I now find myself reflecting on the journey I’ve been on over the past eight years, as I’ve taken my Covid Coping series and expanded my thoughts on these life-coping tools, transforming them into written words and sharing them here. The science behind the power of writing to improve mental health is significant. As Daniel H. Pink notes in “The Power of Regret: How Looking Backward Moves Us Forward”, writing about problems and challenges, even when no one else sees what’s been written, has been documented to result in fewer visits to the doctor, better moods, better immune function, better grades, finding a job more quickly, and more – it’s called the “disclosure factor”, even when the disclosure is only to yourself, and it is key to mental health. There is something magical in the mind-hand-pen-paper connection. Just another really good reason to journal – writing is healing and, in this work, I have been healed in so many ways, and I am deeply grateful for that healing, every moment.

What I have learned

So, what have I learned from the past eight years? I have learned that every adversity contains within it the seeds of opportunity, to learn, to grow, to adapt. All I need to do is seize that opportunity, seize that moment of learning, and implement that growth. I have learned to start slow, to start with just one simple thing, and to then build on that, to seize the next opportunity, the next moment. Inhale, one… exhale, two… inhale, three… exhale, four…

I have learned to seize each and every moment that I am fortunate enough to experience. I have learned to seize the opportunities that manifest in each and every moment. Seize it, live it – live it well. When we do, we cannot help but be living life well.

© Inner Source Development Corporation

Session 70 "NOT What I Wanted!" February 18, 2024I taught high school history from 1983 to 1992 in a private boarding sc...
14/02/2024

Session 70 "NOT What I Wanted!" February 18, 2024

I taught high school history from 1983 to 1992 in a private boarding school owned and operated by the Seventh-day Adventist Church. If you’re unfamiliar with that church, it’s a fundamentalist rightwing Christian sect, typically not that progressive – not at all gay friendly, in fact it’s very homophobic. But that’s a different story…

In 1989 the movie “Dead Poets Society” starring Robin Williams was released. The setting for the movies is an ultra-conservative boarding school for high school teenaged boys. The movie resonated with me on so many levels: the struggle for authenticity, the pushback against restrictions, the sense of hopelessness culminating in su***de, the headiness of a testosterone driven all male environment, the overwhelming sense of not fitting into that environment – all themes playing out in the drama of my own life. In hindsight, I can only imagine the extent to which Robin William’s own struggles with life’s meaning informed his superb performance in this movie. I’ve seen it multiple times – I’ve cried, every time. Life can be tragic.

There is a scene in Dead Poets Society where John Keating (played by Robin Williams) has his students stand on their desktops. At first, they resist, but then, one by one, they stand on their desktops and experience the shift in perspective that generates. It is actually quite remarkable – I started doing the same exercise while teaching my advanced history class, which explored different perspectives of different political ideologies. Standing on top of one’s desk with that startling shift in perspective drives home the point that not all that we are used to seeing is exactly as we might think it is – perspective matters. The movie climaxes with Keating being fired mid-class after Neil Perry’s su***de. After Keating gathers his belongings and as he exits the classroom, many of his student rise from their seats, stand on their desktops, calling out “Captain, my captain”, a lyric from an American Civil War ballad that plays a prominent role in the movie. It’s an electric moment, a pivotal point in time: the defiance, the inspiration, the comradery, the devotion – the deliberate choice to be authentic, no matter the consequence. Oh how I longed for that in 1989 – but all I had was that longing, and the tears. I had not yet found my power to be authentic.

The movie may have ended there, but my story did not. Within three years, the movie’s mantra, “Carpe Diem” (Latin for “seize the day”), become my battle cry, and continues to this day to be a beacon that guides my life, every day.

Tip 22: Seize the day.

Today, as I write this, it’s my birthday. For cyber security reasons, I will not say how old I am – let’s just say I’m as old as dirt, because that feels pretty accurate at times. A LOT of water has run under this bridge – and for that I am grateful. So many of my peers, especially from my family of choice, never had the opportunities I have had to live a full and happy, with AIDS, homophobic violence and other tragedies keeping so many from living their life well. I recognize my good fortune, my privilege. Life can be so tragic.

In the “Power of Regret: How Looking Backward Moves Us Forward”, Daniel H. Pink explores, at the end of the book, people’s beliefs around free will (choice) and destiny (predetermination). To what extent do we believe we are in charge of our own lives, or are we simply just subject to fickle fate? After surveying 4,489 people, it turns out 75% of us believe we have free will but also believe everything happens for a reason, according to a predetermined plan. How can this be, this baffling, contradictory belief in “free will” but also believing everything happens “according to a plan”? Are 75% of us just crazy? I absolutely love how Pink resolves this conundrum. He writes “If our lives are the stories we tell ourselves, regret reminds us that we have a dual role. We are both the authors and the actors. We can shape the plot but not fully. We can toss aside the script but not always. We live at the intersection of free will and circumstance.”

So simple, yet so deeply profound. We live at the intersection of free will and circumstance.

My birthday, my day

Today was not what I had planned, or what I had wanted. My plan, what I wanted, was to wake up, have a good workout, pack a lunch, head to the beach for the afternoon, and end the day at my favourite restaurant, as I do every Friday. I had a plan, this was to be my day, a day alone, to reflect, to enjoy the things that are meaningful to me, a day of introspection – MY day. Carpe Diem! But the universe said “NO!” Rather, the universe said “You will spend the morning working at the office while your car gets serviced to address that recall notice during the only time slot available before your upcoming road trip. Further, the marine fog that has rolled in will not clear out until late this afternoon, so the trek to the beach will be pointless. Suck it up princess, get some work done, take a nap, do your workout, go for dinner – adapt.” So I did just that. I may live at the intersection of free will and circumstance, but this wasn’t what I wanted.

Living deliberately

In Avatar we have the saying “Live Deliberately”. What this means to me is, I live my life thoughtfully, with a plan, developed and implemented through my journeying down Free Will Street. This admonition aligns with the Dead Poets Society “Carpe Diem”, seizing the day. Every day, I deliberately think about what I am going to get from that day. During my journaling every morning, I write down three things I am looking forward to that day – every day, for years now. This exercise gives my day focus, and primes my mind to enjoy the day, every day. I have also now begun, every January 1, to think about and write in my journal what I want to achieve for the coming year. At the end of the year, I reflect on how I have grown in the past year. This exercise can be very revealing. This strategy of thinking about my day, and my year, as it begins, what I am going to get out of it, is how I seize my day (and my year) and make it mine.

As I have been reminded today, however, not every day goes according to the plan. Traffic coming down Circumstance Avenue has a way of getting in the way – my free will, my choices, are not absolute and the universe has a way of unfolding with or without my choices taken into account. Often what I want, like today, has little weight in the grand scheme of this existence. To live life well, therefore, I must keep in mind the collisions that can happen at the intersection of Free Will Street and Circumstance Avenue. I must be able to adapt to whatever happens in that intersection. I have learned, often the hard way, that “seizing the day” means “seizing the day as it comes”, and NOT just “seizing the day I want.”

The spiritual realm

So, how does “seize the day” assist in spirituality? Maybe “seize the day” has spiritual meaning to me because of where I started my spiritual journey. As I’ve previously shared, I began my life in an environment where MY free will had no freedom whatsoever. At least I believed I wasn’t free. I had to choose to either conform or be ostracized. For 32 years I chose conformity, until I just couldn’t conform anymore. I have since come to believe that spirituality, by definition, must be grounded in free will, the ability to choose what to believe for oneself, particularly in answering the great existential questions (Where did I come from? What is happening? Who am I? Why am I here? Where am I going?). Spirituality spans both my inner world (my subjective reality) and my outer worlds: inter subjective reality (the space between you and I) and objective reality (the universe in which we exist). MY interconnectedness to all these realities (how, when, where) is MINE to choose. No one else can make or dictate those connections for me. They are mine, and mine alone, to forge, to experience, to create – to believe in. I won’t make those connections if I don’t live deliberately, seize the day, seize the year, seize my life.

Seizing the day, living deliberately, is not an easy proposition. There are times when something unexpected comes barreling down Circumstance Avenue and t-bones me, knocking me off my feet. It’s tough when that happens to believe I am in charge, to seize my day, to not feel the victim. Circumstance Avenue is full of unexpected, undesired pain. Recently I found myself dealing with another one of those situations, an unexpected health concern. It can become difficult at times not to throw up my hands in despair and take on the victim persona, curl up in a ball and let defeat wash over me. I have been there, knocked back on my heels enough times now, to recognize that defeatism, the victim persona, cuts me off not only from others (because they hurt me) and the world around me (because it’s scary), but it cuts me off from myself, from my own power (because I feel powerLESS). I genuinely have compassion for those wearing the victim persona, particularly those suffering from trauma, because I have been there, so many times. When I find myself slipping back into those patterns, I remind myself, to escape the pattern and get back on track, I must seize the day. No, this health issue I am navigating is also not what I wanted, but it’s what I got. I need to step up, do what I need to do to figure it out, and move forward. Live deliberately. Seize the day. Miraculously, I know from experience that when I do that, I reconnect with myself, with those around me, and with the universe in which I exist. I transcend my own mere existence and reconnect beyond myself. By definition, that is spiritual – seizing the day is, therefore in my books, a spiritual endeavour.

What I have learned

Life is full of choices. Life is full of pain. Every day presents us with choices around how we are going to approach that day and navigate the pain. We can play the victim, be subject to fickle fate, or we can seize the day, live deliberately, and choose how the day will play out for us – we can have a thoughtful plan on how to navigate what circumstances come our way. But in having a plan, we must include in that plan the flexibility to adapt to changing circumstances we cannot foresee, because they WILL arise, guaranteed. We cannot control everything, that is the nature of this existence – some circumstances are beyond our control, like marine fog or how our bodies invariably age. Yes, life can indeed be tragic – but I have learned it is less so, when I approach each day with my battle cry of “Carpe Diem”, regardless of what that day might bring.

So I sit here, at The Italians on a Friday night, like I do almost every Friday night. I sit here with my glass of Pinot Grigio and bowl of fettuccine Alfredo (which was particularly tasty tonight!), on my birthday, after a day that was not what I wanted. But I am happy and content. I know I am fortunate, I know I am loved. The texts and phone calls began late yesterday and haven’t stopped, and I haven’t even been on social media yet today, but I know there is more love to be had there. And perhaps more so than at any time in my life, given other events over the past week, including at work. I know and feel in my heart-of-hearts today that I am seen, I am heard, I am respected, I am valued – I am loved. I need nothing more. I have seized my day, this was the day I needed.

Carpe diem. Happy birthday to me, indeed.

© Inner Source Development Corporation

Session 69 "Better Think Twice!" February 4, 2024I don’t recall what I was doing, how old I was, or where we were. I jus...
31/01/2024

Session 69 "Better Think Twice!" February 4, 2024

I don’t recall what I was doing, how old I was, or where we were. I just have this vague recollection of my mother saying, “You better think twice before doing that!” I wish I could remember more about what was going on at the time and although that memory is gone, it left a visceral sensation in its wake. It’s a curious command, “Better think twice.”. How does thinking about something the second time improve the decision-making process? I don’t know exactly, but whenever I am about to do something that I already know is “on the edge” of appropriateness, I can still hear my mother’s admonition “You better think twice!” Now, after all these years, I think I might know what she meant. But I am getting ahead of myself. First, we have some work to do to set the stage for what it means to think twice.

Let’s start by taking a moment to recap our journey together so far. I started off by sharing my Seven Rules for Living Life Well. Then I proceeded to share my 30 Tips for Living Life Well, starting with three, broad general tips. Because I have found there are four primary categories, or pillars, to the work of living life well, I then started working my way through the other tips organized around these four pillars, starting with the tips to (1) do the work for our physical wellbeing: diet, exercise, etc. (tips 4 through 8) and then the tips to (2) do the work for our mental wellbeing: meditating, journaling, etc. (tips 9 through 20). This is where we are, at the beginning of the tips to (3) do the work for our spiritual wellbeing: practicing gratitude, practicing compassion, etc. (tips 21 through 25). Once we have finished these spiritual tips, we will wrap up the 30 Tips for Living Life Well with the tips to (4) do the work for our social wellbeing: creating our soul group, cutting others some slack, etc. (tips 26 through 30). But first, before we begin the spiritual part our journey, a few thoughts on the notion of “spirituality”.

A comment on “spirituality”

One might (legitimately) ask, what does an atheist white gay male have to say about spirituality? Although I grew up in a right wing fundamentalist Christian sect (I was a fifth generation Seventh-day Adventist, my father is still ministering to a church at age 87, and I have evangelist great-great grandfathers in both my maternal and paternal lineages), I left that church decades ago, and consider myself a better person because of that choice. Although I choose to not label myself “Christian”, a “person of faith”, or “religious”, that doesn’t mean I am not spiritual. I may not believe in an anthropomorphic “God” as espoused by Christianity, Judaism or Islam, that doesn’t mean I don’t believe in a power greater than I, an energetic force that I don’t understand but believe transcends this existence. I am finding that the older I get, the less I know, and I cannot help but sense that if I am going to live life well, I must open myself up to other ways of thinking, other ways of being, of transcending my current world view.

As I began questioning, and rejecting, what I had been taught as a child and young adult by the church I grew up in, I first chose agnostic as the label closest to my thinking. However, I eventually concluded that just saying “I don’t know”, for me, was a cop-out. I need to take a stand, I want to be clear in what I believe and what I don’t believe. So I choose the label atheist, as it is the label that, based on the available evidence and logic, resonates with me the most. That being said, it is just the label that works for me now, the closest to what I believe in my heart to be true. As a label, however, it does not always serve as an entirely accurate or complete description of my views or beliefs. It probably is a disservice to the complexity of the discussion to narrow it down to a single-word label, but it is what resonates with me, at least for now.

In the decades since I rejected Christianity, as my thinking and new ways of being have evolved, I have recognized there is an aspect of this existence that I cannot ignore – the interconnectivity of all things. For years my Indigenous clients had been sharing with me their perspective on this interconnectivity. But as I shared in tip 10 regarding the power of music, it wasn’t until I came across Brené Brown’s book “Braving the Wilderness” that I discovered the words I had been searching for to describe my growing understanding of the metaphysical, transcendent, aspects of this existence. Brené Brown defines spirituality like this: “Spirituality is recognizing and celebrating that we are all inextricably connected to each other by a power greater than all of us, and that our connection to that power and to one another is grounded in love and compassion.” I have often said that “truth” can, at times, be felt in the body. When I read those words by Brené Brown, I felt truth wash over me, surround me, and hold me in a firm embrace – I felt the truth of that definition, I understood what it meant to be “spiritual”. Dan Siegel in “Aware” also gave me insight into spirituality when he noted that many define spirituality as a “…connection to something larger than a private self and meaning beyond their individual survival.” At its core, to me, spirituality is a connection to something beyond myself, to each other, to the world around me, and to the universe of which I am a part.

The notion of exploring spirituality, transcendence, the metaphysical, through an atheist lens intrigues me, because it is so contrary to how I was taught. I was raised to believe that I had to seek spirituality externally, in the Bible or in the writings of Ellen G. White (an early prophetess of the Seventh-day Adventist Church) as interpreted by that church, the church run schools I attended, my teachers, my pastors, my father. There was no room for exploration, for creative thinking, or divergent views – conformity was expected and required, a very difficult requirement for a little gay boy. There was always the threat of being “disfellowshipped”, their version of excommunication, to ensure conformity or, for me, being found out as a homosexual, to keep me parroting the party line. It was a stifling existence. Now, as an atheist exploring spirituality, I have discovered an opposite, open, unfettered, undefined, internal exploration is necessary – an exploration of my mind, my spirit, this existence, this reality. This open, freeing, journey has been far more beneficial in discovering what makes sense to me – what is MY truth.

2022, my spiritual awakening

I read a lot and I’ve shared before my fascination with the study of neurology and brain function. 2022 brought onto my reading list a number of great books exploring these topics. Anil Seth’s “Being You: A New Science of Consciousness”, explained how cognitive functioning creates consciousness (our self-awareness within this reality). It was an amazing book full of new insights and understandings, but it did not leave me with the “warm fuzzies”. Rather, “Being You” left me struggling to find my place in the universe, my purpose in life, challenged to find answers to the great existential questions. For a brief time that book left me feeling pretty empty and discouraged, unable to integrate what I had learned into my existence. If indeed I am just simply an amalgam of mechanistic cognitive functions, arising from the mere drive to survive and perpetuate my genetic code, what’s the point? But later, as I sat in the dark and quiet of my early mornings, journaling and meditating out my existential angst, a new realization settled into my consciousness. The understanding that the universe is unfolding into ever greater complexity has long resonated with me. But then I realized that, while it is unfolding into ever increasing complexity, that ever increasing complexity is creating something – it is creating beauty. It’s not JUST unfolding – the very fact that it is unfolding, the complexity of it, is what creates spectacular beauty. When you sit and think about it, we exist in a spectacular universe with such incredible beauty! The galaxies, the stars, the planets, the life, the plants, the animals, the diversity, the complexity – it boggles the mind. Then it hit me, that this is the “tapping in to”, the connecting to the metaphysical, the transcendent, the spiritual – the creation of beauty within the ever-expanding, ever-increasing complexity, of the universe. The purpose of life, the purpose of existence, then, is to continue this work, to create more beauty. I am here to use my cognitive abilities to contribute to the continuing unfolding of the universe by creating my own beauty. That is why I have these cognitive abilities, to connect and to create more beauty – to be beautifully creative, my contribution to the unfolding of the universe.

Other books I read in 2022 supported my growing understanding of the importance of creating beauty and its role in spirituality. One of my top reads that year was Scott Barry Kaufman’s “Transcend: the New Science of Actualization” which explored the next level of Maslow’s famous hierarchy of needs (Maslow’s published hierarchy of needs are (1) our basic physiological needs (food, water, sleep etc.), (2) safety needs, (3) the need to be loved and have belonging, and (4) the need for esteem and self-actualization). Maslow’s thoughts on what humans needed beyond self-actualization were never published because he died of a heart attack in 1970 at only age 62. Kaufman in “Transcend” takes Maslow’s work to the next level. Kaufman reviews Maslow’s notes and journal entries, along with modern scientific research, and explores ideas on how to live a more fulfilling, creative and connected life – essentially how to live a spiritual life. It’s an inspiring read, urging us all to transcend our own needs and desires and embrace our interconnectedness, the foundation of spirituality. “My Stroke of Insight: A Brain Scientist’s Personal Journey” by Jill Bolte Taylor introduced me to the different functional characteristics of the left and right brain (which I will get into in more detail below). “The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma” by Bessel van der Kolk, explored how to heal from trauma.

A key take-away for me from all these books in 2022 was the importance of creativity in living a good life, an interconnected, spiritual life. It’s our creative side that allows us to connect to what exists beyond the boundaries and limits of our own bodies – to transcend, to connect. This helps explain, I think, why I found so many suggestions to “be creative” during my research for my Covid Coping series in 2020 – creativity creates better brain balance, better interconnectedness to others, and to the universe, to reality. So, 2022 taught me that to live life well, we must be creative, we must put energy into creating beauty.

Tip 21: Create beauty

I have never considered myself to be a creative person. My mother, while she was alive, loved to oil paint, as did my father. They were both quite good. I have two of each of their paintings hanging in my living room. They are spectacular, and I treasure them. Both my parents also dabbled with ceramics, my display cabinet has multiple examples of my mother’s creations. One of my earliest memories is of my father holding me on his lap while drawing a vividly realistic, life-like drawing of a horse. My brother’s creativity is epic, with his hotrod auto upholstery business. My sister’s creativity is also apparent, with her cake decorating skills and photo staging abilities prominently displayed in her photos documenting my nephew’s growth. I am the family anomaly, apparently, no creative skills – dull, boring Brent. I remember telling my father once I thought I was boring. He became very agitated with me, saying “Don’t ever call yourself boring!” I wonder if he felt the same? The admonition was well received, but difficult to operationalize. My (ex) mother-in-law described me as stoic. It’s a moniker that has stuck. Then, in the spring of 2020 while doing my Covid Coping research, I stumbled across the suggestion to take the time to “get creative”. I thought “Well, if I had a creative fiber in my body, I would – but I don’t, so I can’t.”

But then, I took a step back, and thought a bit more about my apparent lack of creative capabilities. I’ve always loved photography, I do enjoy the experience of framing the shot, exploring different angles, using different lighting, creating and capturing the scene. I have at times captured some pretty spectacular moments – that’s maybe creative. As I continued my research, I found suggestions for creative expression: finger painting, collaging, scrap booking and (oh my god!) writing. Wait. What? Writing? I LOVE writing!! I even dabble at times with poetry (and I’ll share some with you at the end of our journey together in the Epilogue). I often tell my work colleagues the joy I get in drafting a good piece of writing, a good contract or a statute. I describe the feeling I get as “making words sing” – a well written contract, in my world, is indeed a beautiful thing! Perhaps I am creative after all. Maybe I do create beauty, maybe I do contribute to the unfolding of the universe and make a difference, make this existence a little better by helping others through my writing to discover how they might live their best lives. What is your creative contribution to the beauty of the universe? Is it art? Music? Dance? Photography? Touch? How is it you connect to others or to the world around you? Sitting with a friend and talking? Hiking? Sitting on a beach watching a sunset? Going to a museum or an art gallery? There are so many, limitless, ways to be creative – this should be the easiest tip to implement, but it’s not.

Seeking beauty

This tip, to be creative, to create beauty, builds on Tip 17 Reject Negativity and Tip 18 Create Positivity. With all the negativity out there, in the news, social media and otherwise, it is easy to not see or connect to the beautiful or the good, either in ourselves, in others, or in the world around us. It can be tough at times to put our energy into being creative, to connect, to attempt to create beauty. Sometimes to find beauty we just need to open our eyes and look around us. As I write this it’s spring in Vancouver, Canada. Winter is being transformed into summer. Everything is coming back to life. There’s new growth and blossoms everywhere. This is the most miraculous time of the year, where the earth awakes from its winter sleep and explodes back into life! Exquisite beauty surrounds us, if we but open our eyes to it. Maybe it’s just too easy because of where I live, but I am constantly taken aback by the gloriousness of spring and summer, the vibrant life it creates and sustains. Just seeing life unfolding around me is rejuvenating, uplifting. I cannot help but be in awe and at peace when this is what I see, what I focus on. This is the glorious, exquisite world we live in. No matter where you live, I assure you, there is beauty within sight. You just have to make yourself open to seeing it. This is where I believe thinking twice comes in.

Left brain right brain

One of the things I am now focusing on is deliberately, consciously spending more time in the right side of my brain. As Jill Bolte Taylor describes in “My Stroke of Insight”, the right side of our brain processes emotion, vision, spacial perception and tactile sensory input – the “music” of our existence. The right side of our brain focuses on body language, interpreting facial expressions – it is where we connect with others, where we experience love, grief, from where we sing, cry, and dance, where non-verbal communication is processed, where our intuition resides. Our left brain does all the talking, it’s where we process language, it creates linear understanding (processes time), it is sequential and analyses input data. It’s from the left brain where we speak, but the right brain is from where we sing – there have been individuals with left hemisphere brain injuries who could not speak their thoughts, but they could sing their thoughts. The left brain stores facts and statistics and puts them in order. The right brain stores feelings, sensations (touch, smell, sounds) and their related emotions. The left brain analyzes and categorizes, the right brain feels and connects. From our left brain we can name things, compare them to other things, understand their relationship to each other. It’s from the left side of the brain that we feel separate and apart from others – where we have a sense of self. It’s from the right side of the brain where we feel connected to others, and part of all existence, connected to the universe. We experience the spiritual in our right brain. It’s our right brain where our creativity originates.

“Thinking twice” is, I believe, all about ensuring we experience life from both sides of our brain. Everyone is either left brain or right brain dominant, so our tendency y is to only experience life mostly from one perspective. Thinking twice is about ensuring we deliberately rethink things using the other, non-dominant hemisphere of our brain as well, what Jill Bolte Taylor calls “Whole Brain Living”, the title of her second book. I am left brain dominant, so thinking twice, striving to spend more time in my right brain, is challenging, but the more time I spend there, the happier I am, so the effort to do the work is well worth it. Consciously stepping out of my left brain into my right brain is what allows me to experience beauty, to be creative, feel connection, experience love. This is the greatest gift in life, to experience connection and love. Thinking twice increases my capacity to live life to its fullest, to live my life well.

Existential angst

I have also found that one of the side benefits of spending more time exercising my right brain is less anxiety, less fear, less “existential angst”. Existential angst is the fear of death (fear of annihilation). The drive to survive (to exist) is deeply embedded in our neurobiology. Part of what causes existential angst is fear of others, fear of other things that might take us out, fear of the passing of time (aging). Concepts of separateness and passing time are both left brain functions. Spending more time in my right brain decreases my focus on my separateness and the passage of time and allows me to be more present and more connected. This, not surprisingly, helps to create a greater sense of calm in my life – less anxiety, less existential angst. Connecting to the creative side in my right brain is one of the ways I exercise and develop my right brain skill set.

What I have learned

I have spent a good portion of my life firmly locked in my left brain – the rigid, sequential, analytical side of my existence. This is not necessarily a bad place to be, there are many good things that happen in the left brain. But living solely in the left brain is isolating, it’s disconnected, it’s lonely. I am striving now to exist equally as much in my right brain, to think with the other side of my brain, to think twice, so to speak – once from my left brain, and again from my right brain. I am striving to spend more time in my right brain, to seek connection, to feel, to be part of the greater whole of the universe – I strive to be creative, to seek beauty, to create beauty. Perhaps the key lesson I have learned in this life is the importance of seeking balance – in this case, a balance between the left side and the right side of my brain. Too much of even a good thing turns it into a bad thing – balance is key.

Only by thinking twice can I find that balance, to shift my perspective, ensure I can see both sides of a situation, of an experience, of a desire, of a way of being. I have learned we see what we’re looking for. If all we see is negative, that’s because that is what we are looking for. The only solution is to adjust what we’re looking for. So I seek beauty, I seek the positive, I seek to create beauty. I assure you, there is more beauty out there than negative.

Look for it. Create it. You can’t help but be better for it.

© Inner Source Development Corporation

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