Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

Acknowledgment Squared

I was hit over the head (no, not literally!) last week by the power of Acknowledgment.

First, a dear friend emailed this to me:

"speak to me a bit on the subject of Acknowledgment. i'm curious about this tonight. it's power. how delicious it makes things to receive it and give it. you are really great at acknowledging and it feels so f**king good. it feels so good to know when a gift, an expression of tenderness is received. it's not even a matter of whether you liked it or not, or approved, but rather, that you acknowledged it and gave a little shout out. that it touched you in some way. i love that! it makes relating with you so much fun and i feel even more open to sharing my heart and my creativity with you."

Second, I was moderating a panel discussion on my Ask-A-Woman Tele-Class, and was dismayed at how few participants were asking questions of the panel of expert women. Then Regena (aka Mama Gena) piped up and said something like, "If you are just listening, or thinking perhaps of asking a question – wherever you are with it – it is just perfect. It takes a lot of courage just to be on this call, and the fact that you are here at all is a testament to the fact that you want more love, delight, pleasure and connection in your life. It's great to have you on the call."

And sure enough, right then, participants started asking questions and the Tele-Class flowed like honey. They felt appreciated, acknowledged and safe to open up and share some of what was going on for them. Never mind that I didn't say it first (Regena is the Queen of Pleasure and a great teacher of mine, after all!) – hats off once again to the simple power of Acknowledgment.

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Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

Prayer for the Little Things

I was just at the gym, multi-tasking on the elliptical machine, listening to my ipod and reading through 100 health and life balance tips from celebrities.

The tip that caught my eye was not to multi-task.

I shut off my ipod and read some more.

Try doing one thing at a time, the tip said, paying close attention to the task at hand, really experiencing and feeling it.

I got off the elliptical machine and came home to write this, reminded of St. Therea's Prayer that I got from a friend of mine a day or so ago.

Saint Theresa is known as the Saint of the Little Ways, meaning she believed in doing the little things in life well and with great love. (She is also the patron Saint of flower growers and florists and is represented by roses, in case you wanted to know that, too.)

St. Theresa's Prayer:

May today there be peace within.
May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be.
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love
that has been given to you.
May you be content.
Let this presence settle into our bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.
It is there for each and every one of you.

As unlikely as it is (guilty as I am from time to time of multi-tasking), if I were sainted, I wonder of what I would be the saint of? The Saint of Reverently Irreverent Blogging?

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Friday, September 7th, 2007

Still Burning

I finally have all the Playa dust out of my nostrils and ears,
my clothes are in piles to be washed, I've had a couple of hot
showers and am back in "real" life.

Which brings to question what "real life" means.

To explain further, I just went for the first time to the
purposefully-created alternate reality of Burning Man in the
middle of the moon-scape desert near Reno, Nevada. This year,
around 40,000 people gathered for around 7 days to unite under
the enigmatic umbrella that is Burning Man – to revel in
whatever is their particularly favored cocktail of art, music,
camping, dancing, sex, drugs, workshops, events, spontaneous
encounters, spiritual openings and playing in what IS.

First on my plate was to settle my body into the extreme
environment of dry-as-a-bone air, sudden dust-storms, 100+
degree day heat, baby-wipe showers and the rigor of drinking
over a gallon of water a day to stay hydrated.

Next was to ask myself why I had come. What did I want to
"get out" of the experience? What did it want to get out of me?
What did I want to burn along with the famous burning of the
"Man" on Saturday night?

For me, Burning Man was 7 days and 7 nights of living only in
the NOW. No use to make plans on the Playa, as it is likely
I'll not run into this person purposely again. Equally likely
I'll not feel energetic enough to make it to that great-sounding
workshop. Nor will I be able to find again the delicious
"misting dome" I found one sweltering bike-wander.

Find the moment perfect, or be frustrated and confused. This
was my mantra throughout.

I was slayed by the immense artwork brought to the Playa. My
favorite was a 150 foot wooden tower I could climb to get a
bird's eye view of the whole camp. Surrounding the tower were
several 30-foot figures, welded from found-metal into gorgeous
poses of reverence . At night, they flamed fire, some from the
hands, some from the eyes, some from the heart. On Sunday night,
the builders of this magnificent installation, along with the
help of two tanks of jet fuel, burned it entirely.

On my last day, I went to the Temple of Forgiveness, an
intricately carved wooden temple, every surface written on and
decorated by Playa revelers. I walked around, thinking about
our greatest desire as humans – to have our lives and actions
MEAN something, even amid the stark knowledge that ultimately
there is no intrinsic meaning aside from that that we assign.

We create things of immense intricacy and beauty, even though
they die away, change or burn. We create love affairs,
companies, babies, theatre, art – and none of it lasts. In no
place more evident and purposeful than at Burning Man are the
magnificent efforts of humans on display, and then purposely
torn down, packed away, or burned.

Mid-temple, I was thinking what – or who – I wanted to forgive,
when an arm reached out and pulled me into a hug. A new, sweet
friend I'd met a couple days before held me in a spontaneous
embrace and we cried together in the fine air of the Temple.
We cried although we weren't sad, released although I am not
sure exactly what, and met each other in a tender, perfect
place. I don't have any more words or reasons to explain it,
but for me at that moment, Burning Man was complete and perfect.
I had gotten what I came for.

That night, I watched the Man burn, startled by the huge sudden
explosion that began the fire, and cowered under the mushroom
cloud it created. Burning Man shouts and pleads to me with its
ferocious landscape and lush scope of humanity to appreciate
what is before me, to create for no reason but creation itself,
and then to enjoy the heat of it all burning, burning and still

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