An honest day, a day of kindness, a forgiving one, a day with time and an ear for the elderly and a smile for the foolishness of the blatantly arrogant.
What kind of person will you be today?
A patient one, a person who listens to others, one who meets a financial need – small or large – of at least one other person today, a person who offers respect to people even if it is not returned.
It will not be by accident if you and I can ease into our beds this evening having had the kind of day and having been the kind of person as outlined briefly above.
It will be the result of a plan.
It will be the result of making decisions before we need them.
No doubt, unexpected things happen and get in the way and upset the best intentions. The best designed apple carts can be upturned.
None of the unexpected is likely to ruin your day if you have sat down and made a plan about what kind of day you want and what kind of person you will be.
It is really rather simple, and, well, what have we got to lose that’s not already worth losing?
Just a note to say that I value your pieces in The Mercury every morning. I hope that they continue as long as I do. There is usually something for me to read to my meditation and bereavement groups. Tuesday September 17 was a very good one, “Reach out in person if you need help.” In my weekly meditation groups I usually pick something relevant to read.
Didn’t I hear that one of your boys has got engaged? If so, congratulations. Lucky girl to become part of your family.
About “The Soul.” Could you please perhaps make one of your articles for The Mercury about the soul for me to read to the bereavement group and discuss?
From you it would make for a good meeting and I would appreciate it very much.
About the group – first Thursday of every month in the boardroom. Not everyone suffering a loss will come but we have about 17 regulars who are still coming after very many years. It is not all Jewish, we are also Christian, Catholic, a Moslem and a Buddhist. Lots of discussion over tea and cookies from the kitchen. The Moslem lady brings kosher biscuits. I always tell them that the soul enters the fetus at conception and stays with the body until it leaves at death and that only the physical body dies. Now I am having someone from each religion to tell us about the soul, one each month. We have had Shlomo from Chabad, to visit, on the Jewish soul and our member Mariam Motala from the Moslem aspect. Before continuing, a member wants to have a meeting about the Magnetic Field. The following month it will be Peter Huston, an Anglican minister who, surprisingly, actually also works at the Holocaust Centre!
If I say I love someone, I will invest the time required to hear what he or she wants to say.
Listening, like love, has no gimmicks, no tricks.
It is expressing genuine interest. It is putting my own concerns aside for a while and entering someone else’s world. It’s rewriting, reshaping, re-writing, nothing I hear. I will listen as if I am appreciating fine, complex, beautiful art, a masterpiece. I will not “listen” as if I’m engaged in a competitive game of verbal tennis. I will listen as one who has much to learn rather than hide behind the covert belief that I’m the one with much to teach.
Such arrogance neither hears, nor listens well, or accurately.
The arrogant listener hears what he or she wants to hear. Arrogance reshapes what’s said into what the listener prefers.
When I think “I”ve heard it all before” I’m not listening.
Listening opens new worlds for the speaker and the listener leading each down a path of brave discovery. It’s a mutual risk.
The loving listener listens to what is said and unsaid, without rearranging either.
The listener enters another’s world, then departs with it untouched, understood, admired, no matter how beautiful, troubled, complex, that world may be.
Illustration by Siggi Berg and used with permission.
People matter. How we treat people matters. How we treat all people matters. How we respect and treat those with whom we are close, say we love, those whom we encounter at arms length, or not encounter at all, matters.
It matters much.
How we treat those with whom we disagree matters as least as much as how we treat those whom we claim to love.
How we treat all others (near, far, loved, known, unknown, different, current family, former family, those on the other side of the political aisle) is a litmus test on our spirituality. It’s a test of our holiness if we claim to represent a faith or not. Every human encounter is an holiness check, a biopsy of our integrity – no matter who we are or what positions we may hold – megachurch pastor or atheist.
How we treat all others says nothing (zero, zilch) whatsoever about others.
How we treat others is a window – a large open window – revealing volumes about us, no matter how hard we may try to keep it closed, barred, and the blackout curtains taped shut.
How we treat people matters for many reasons, one being it mirrors the love and respect we have for ourselves. We love others as we love ourselves. The same is true for hate, rejection, and contempt.
“I have the most generous mother. Now 80 and strong as an ox. I remember her asking me to go for a drive some evenings as a teemager. She would chat to me about people who had less than us. We never had lots. She would have an envelope with money from her housekeeping and we would stop and I had to pop it into the letterbox (of people in need) without being seen. She never told my dad or anyone else. It taught me at a tender age that tithe was not always meant to be bought into the storehouse but sometimes distributed where the need was seen. I value her influence in my life. I have tried to emulate her motherly wisdom.”
Thank you for your beautiful letter. Your mother’s generosity and her habitual acts of generosity are inspiring. What’s also inspiring is that you, her son, recognize it and appreciate it. Your mother has etched an indelible memory into your whole being.
I have no doubt that you too, are a generous man. How could you not be, after what you experienced?
I continue to believe that generosity is a very powerful agent for goodness — not only for the recipients, but also for the givers.
My sons, both of them, are in love, each with a woman who’d make any dad proud.
The first time I met Nate’s girlfriend I dressed for the occasion and wore a tie that bears a collaged image of both boys when aged about 12 and 8. Thulani’s head resting on Nate’s and they both have broad smiles. I donned the tie with playful snarkiness declaring, with zero subtlety, exactly where Nate belongs.
Harli visited a few days later and won my heart.
“Open it,” she said handing me a gift.
Treasure fell from the envelope. She’d re-produced the tie with updated images, my sons at 26 and 22, smiling as broadly from another necktie.
On Fathers Day I woke to this text which I publish with Harli’s permission:
“Happy Fathers Day, to a man I idolize. You welcomed me into your family with open arms and you single handedly raised two honest gentlemen that are so lucky and grateful to have you. I hope you enjoy your day!!”
The woman has no idea that my most ardent prayer for my sons was always that they learn how to love and that they be gentlemen.
Thulani met Alaina over a year ago and has gone so far as to purchase a ring. Last Saturday he ordered roses to surround a spot near Bow Street Bridge in New York City’s Central Park. Out for a walk the couple walked by at some distance from the bridge and the flowers caught Alaina’s attention.
“What if they were there for you,” he said.
On his knees, at the bridge, Thulani popped the question. Cameras rolled and the perfect moment of their shared joy was caught for all to see, you and me, and generations yet unborn.
From there the couple headed to a restaurant where forty of their friends waited in a reserved private room to welcome them, and welcome them they did!
Thulani coordinated all of this.
Alaina knew none of it.
I talked with my daughter-to-be the day after the engagement and I got to feel some of her joy.
Yes, I am looking forward to the wedding. No date is yet set. I am looking forward to their complete fulfillment as husband and wife. Truth be told, I can hardly wait to have at least 5 or 6 grandchildren.
I have enjoyed the run up to this event, rehearsing with Thulani, his speech to request Alaina’s parents for her hand in marriage, the design and purchase of the rings, receiving a most gracious text from my son to declare how he had learned about love from how I have loved him….
But, my real joy goes even deeper than all of that, if that is possible.
Try telling someone from my part of the world (Indiana, USA) a bad-weather story.
In seconds you will be interrupted.
No matter how deep the snow, severe the ice storm, or how strong the wind was, your “listener” will trump you.
The “listener” is not listening. He or she is waiting to speak, aching to one-up you, waiting to debate, waiting to win! His bad weather story will dwarf yours, no doubt about it.
It’s not a conversation.
It’s a duel!
I am convinced that in Indiana one cannot have one’s own weather and let it be.
This phenomenon is not restricted to weather-talk or to Indiana. Try telling friends in South Africa about your game reserve experience. In split seconds you will be told a more intense, more dramatic event that occurred in another better, bigger, greater game reserve than the one you enjoyed. Other similar topics: the best curry, the worst flying experience, the worst customer service, lost luggage tales, a recent surgery or illness.
Really listening, being present for each other, takes love and discipline. It takes the ability to hold our tongues if we want to enter the world and the experience of another. The temptation to crowd out that world with our own (bigger, better) material can be very strong.
Being present for each other is a gift.
Hold your tongue, give liberally.
I’m enjoying this memoir very much and commend it to you.
Your “spirituality” is not measured by how much you (or I) read the Holy Scriptures, sing hymns, pray, clap your hands, run around a sanctuary with a purple flag, dance to contemporary religious music or reject those who do.
It’s not determined by how much you visit your place of worship or how much money you donate to its causes.
It’s not affirmed by your title (if you have one) or the ornate design of your robe (if you wear one) or the position you hold in the hierarchy of your faith tradition (if you’re part of one).
But, it is affirmed by your willingness to take responsibility for your life, your choices, and the good use of your skills and talents.
A biopsy of the validity and integrity of our faith and spirituality is revealed in how we treat people, especially loved-ones and strangers; how we love our enemies, offer hospitality, respect, regard, love those who reject our beliefs.
Do you clean up after yourself?
Are you wisely generous to a fault?
Do you love those who are different from you, whose lives might be in direct conflict with what you believe?
Do you love others by listening?
If you take full responsibility for yourself, become extraordinarily generous with what you have, embrace diversity, and love others by listening, you will fast-forward your “spiritual” growth.
Actually, you will put it on supercharge.
It’s not your title, the reach of your authority, how many of your memes “go viral” or the crowds who respect and adore you.
Rather, it’s how you respect and love and respond to those who don’t.
And now the boy is a man, engaged for marriage……. #graceupongrace
1. You never have to shrink, soft-pedal, or sell yourself short, in order to secure a loving, lasting relationship. Any potential partner that is threatened by the power of your personality or the breadth of your talent is not worth your time or investment. Move on.
2. You do not have to give up your dreams, talents, desires, and skills in exchange for a loving relationship. The potential partner who is man enough to love you will amplify your dreams, talents, and skills. He will do nothing at all to try and silence you. This is to be especially noted in religious circles – flee communities that silence women.
3. You do not have to hide your imperfections or pretend they do not exist. The person who is man enough to respect and love you will not expect you to be perfect and will seldom notice your shortcomings. A loving man will regard your imperfections as assets.
4. You will benefit from having Zero Tolerance for people with less than perfect manners. If a potential partner swears at people, if he’s short-tempered, if he’s unkind to strangers – move on. There are myriads of men who are pure-mouthed, patient, and kind. Why would you spend a minute longer with one who is not?
Have a good weekend – there are several things you and I can do that will ensure we have a good weekend.
Reach out with affirmation to a family member who does not routinely hear from you. Recall good memories you share. Talk of the joy you knew together. This act of connecting will leave you with positive feelings and you will have done something good for another.
Give time or treasure to a loved cause or to a person or family in need. While the act will benefit the recipient it will also have positive kickbacks for you. You will have done something good and you will enjoy the knowledge that your actions have resulted in a story that will be told and retold.
Even if you do not consider yourself a writer, put pencil to paper and write a sentence or two about the beautiful things that have happened in your life, then, let it flow. Without concern (yet) about punctuation or grammar, get out of the way and let the sentences multiply and grow into a paragraph or three. You will soon experience the benefits of bringing to the surface of your thinking the beauty that has been yours.
Very early morning landing in New York – from Delhi
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