Saturday, July 21, 2018

A Letter to My Future (Now Present) Self

You may remember that back in February I anxiously boarded a plane and flew to Florida, worried about what I was leaving behind - my very sick husband who was waiting for my return so he could have surgery.  He had encouraged me to go, knowing that CD2 was just what I needed, that the level of personal reflection and growth would get me through the months to come.  To this day I think he knew he wouldn't be with me much longer, that I'd need to dig deep in preparation for his loss.  

It was toward the end of my time in Florida and following a particular challenge that I was encouraged to write a letter to myself, to be mailed at someone unknown future date.  I received my letter at the end of the school year, read it, cried, and tucked it away.  Today while cleaning off my desk I found it again and am sharing it now with you:

Dear Rachel - 
You learned a lot about yourself today.  You learned that you spend your time worrying about the future instead of living in the present.  Enjoy the now.  You don't want to miss it while you're anxiously looking ahead.  You learned that you are capable of doing more than you think.  Sometimes you set your goals so low ("I just want to get past the sign") that you're not stretching yourself.  You learned if you'll just start the task you'll do more than you realize -> you have a profound impact on the world around you.  Know it, own it, and don't be ashamed to soar.  You learned to trust your own voice.  Others (the instructor) may think they know what you need to hear, but you know yourself better, you know your needs.  Ignore those other voices and zone in on the ones that are helpful (you'll be forever grateful to Abbi).  You learned to focus on one step at a time.  Instead of trying to reach for everything just put your foot on the rock (and while you're there, keep your foot on The ROCK).  You can do hard things, you can do big things, and you are amazing for it.

And so I look back on these words feeling a mix of emotions and yet knowing that I'll lean on this letter for years to come.  I'll always be thankful for the time, no matter how short, that I had with John.  He taught me what it is to love and be loved in return.  In his last few days he told anyone who would listen that his only concern was for me and my well-being.   He had so much faith in me and hope for my journey.  

And so it is with John in mind that I find myself taking an unexpected next step.  I've been invited to be a Conscious Discipline Certified Instructor.  Over the next 3 years I'll be guided and mentored to be first a coach and then eventually a trainer within the Conscious Discipline family.  I'm trusting that, as I told myself in February, if I'll just start the task I'll do more than I realize.  I'm stepping out in faith, trusting that this is where I'm meant to be, knowing that John would be oh so proud of me, and claiming the promise stamped on the bracelet I've worn for the past month - I am enough.  

Wish me well...




 

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

April 8, 2018.  11:52pm.  My darling husband took his last breath.  I held his hand, blessed to be by his side as he left this world.  After 2 and a half years of watching him fight the beast that is cancer, knowing he was fighting for me, for us, it was time.  Saying goodbye was hard, but watching him suffer those last few days was harder. 

And so here I am, a month later, widowed and missing my Love. 

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
                                            e.e. cummings


Monday, February 19, 2018

The Blame Game

This will be short and sweet, but I wanted to share my big epiphany from yesterday.

I blame myself for everything.

It's my fault that my class fell apart - I should have been able to control them.  It's my fault the house burned down - I might have left a curling iron on in my bedroom (never mind that the fire was started on the front of the house).  It's my fault my family had such a difficult time when Mom had her transplant - I should have stayed home instead of going to college.  And here's the biggest one:  it's my fault John has cancer - I should have made him go to the doctor earlier (and don't even get me started on the fact that when the doctor said, "he has colorectal cancer," my immediate response was, "it was supposed to be me").

I know these thoughts are irrational, and truly, I haven't really ever acknowledged them before.  But it's one of the stories I've been whispering to myself all my life (and we all have these stories).  And guess what?  I get to change my story!

Now if I could just figure out what that new story will be...


Saturday, February 17, 2018

Feelings. I've Got 'Em.

Previously on "Apple Ear Life" - Despite nothing going according to plan in the 2 weeks leading up to yesterday I stepped out in faith that this was where I needed to be, got on a plane (with Anxious in tow) and headed to CD2 in Florida. 

Over the last few days my friend (and traveling companion - I always wanted to say that!) Sarah Catherine and I joked that if we could just get here we would be able to say we'd accomplished something.  This morning I woke up and thought, "Well, I'm here - now what?"  Coming to CD2 reminded me of being a freshman at Meredith.  All fall the upper-classmen would talk about an event called Cornhuskin', but every time we'd ask what it was and tried to figure out what to expect we'd simply be told, "you just have to experience it."  Over the last 3 and a half years anytime I asked someone about CD2 I got the same kind of responses:  "Oh, it's life changing..."  "You really can't describe it..."  "It's like a week of therapy..."  If you think I don't like it when things don't go according to plan, I really struggle when I don't even know the plan.  When we got here yesterday we kept asking for a schedule and kept being told, "oh, just show up for dinner, don't worry about the schedule." 

Keep breathing, Rachel.

But now I understand.  One day in and I already can't explain what's happening here.  I'm learning so much about myself and one of the big realizations is that I'VE GOT FEELINGS.  Boy, do I have feelings.  But if I'm going to stay true to my commitment to just be present and experience this retreat then I've got to experience my feelings. 

And I did.

Before lunch.

Yes, that's right.  Yours truly was crying before we even made it to lunch on the first day, and you know what?  I'm going to OWN it.  Yes, I cried.  Not because I feel sad about everything going on with John (that came later in the day).  Not because of how anxious I am feeling about being away for the better part of this week and knowing he's got surgery next week.  Not because I'm feeling guilt about leaving my students with a sub yet again

No, I cried because it's hard to be seen.  Having someone you consider an acquaintance look at you - really look you in the eye - and see you is HARD.   Allowing myself to be vulnerable enough to feel the tears well and overflow and yet continue to let that person look me in the eye felt raw.  Owning that it's ok - that was priceless. 

So my big takeaway from today?  I spend a lot of time running around doing the things that I think other people want to see, but I rarely pause to let them really see me. 

Here's to seeing and being seen...


Friday, February 16, 2018

Hello Anxious My Old Friend

Back in October I stepped out in faith and applied to attend the Conscious Discipline Advanced Institute (CD2).  I felt a knot in my stomach as I completed each section of the application, not knowing if I'd be accepted, if I could afford to go, and where we'd be in John's journey with cancer.  Finally I moved my fingers away from the keyboard, took a breath, looked up and said, "God, You know where I need to be and when I need to be there.  So I'm trusting you.  If this is the time for me to do this I need you to spell it out for me.  If your answer is 'wait', I'll wait." 

And then I clicked submit.

At the time I felt like the answer was clear.  Not only was I accepted, but within 3 days various people (friends, family, parents of students, total strangers) had pitched in to raise the funds needed for the registration and my flight.  My parents agreed to come stay at the house with John while I was gone.  My team agreed to hold things down at school.  I excitedly began preparing for my trip.

But that was 4 months ago.  Little did I know what these last 2 weeks would bring:

  • I didn't know that we'd spend all of January struggling with John's insurance company trying to get things straightened out, or that once we did we'd spend 5 out of the next 7 days going to appointments for all of the things that had been on hold while we waited.  
  • I didn't know that while John was checking into one hospital (it was easier for us to do his blood transfusion overnight than for me to miss another day of work) my mother would be checking into another where she'd stay for a week little over a week.  
  • If I didn't know that she'd be in the hospital, I certainly didn't know that she'd need to do a week or more of rehab, and therefore wouldn't be able to stay with John.
  • I didn't know that John's doctors would choose this time to start talking about giving him an ostomy, nor did I know that they'd suggest doing it while I was out of state...
  • Which also means that I didn't know that I'd miss 4 days of school for this trip, just to turn around and miss more for his surgery when I get back.
And that's when Anxious moved back in.


Hello Anxious.  It's been a while since we've hung out this much, but this week you and I have BONDED.  You sat on my desk while I taught my classes (one 1st grader even checked each day to see if he was still there).  You stayed by my laptop while I worked on my CD2 presentation.  You rode in my backpack when I picked up John from the hospital.  You even hitched a ride in my purse to fly down here to FL (I'm sure airport security got a kick out of seeing you on their scanners).  

But you know what, Buddy?  Because I've been practicing my Conscious Discipline skills I know that your message tells me to focus on the present and seek more information.  So having you here helps me to know that I can handle this.  And I'll just keep taking it one day at a time.  Clearly this - sitting right here on the bed in the retreat center getting ready to start my CD2 journey - is exactly where I'm supposed to be.  I've got friends back home who are watching out for John.  I've got other friends who are here with me.  I'm going to be present in the moment and grow, trusting that I'm safe in my Father's hands.  

But, hey Anxious?  You can still stay in my purse right next to me!