Are Karma and Covid-19 Connected Through 6 Degrees of Separation?

Dear Family and Friends,

I get really excited watching animals, specifically dogs, more specifically my favorite dog, Mittens. I believe that the world is genuinely curious to know how animals– specifically dogs, more specifically my favorite dog, Mittens– perceive the human world. Without hesitation, I will give animals a voice with a unique cadence, and inflections, and intonations, and emotions, and hopes, and fears, and a backstory. I missed my calling to be a voice over actor for animal characters. 

Is it weird? Oh, yes! This common behavior is to anthropomorphize an object by presuming the object has a soul and feelings. Is this a clinical illness? Not really. I’ve consulted the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM–5) to confirm this. It’s not. Ok, I lied. I refuse to check the DSM-5– just in case it really is a mental illness.

The theme for this year’s letters is to ask and answer a question. The belated question for this month is: Are Karma and the Covid-19 connected within 6 degrees of separation?

Of course the answer is ‘no’. It is uniquely human to see human-likeness in the non-human, non-sentient world. It is a sign of power and rank that things should be in human likeness, rather than reversed. But I must say ‘yes’ for the sake of writing a long letter this month. The only way that I can do this is through anthropomorphizing numerous inanimate objects to connect Karma to Covid-19.

Introduction

In Greek mythology, Narcissist, who by chance saw his own reflection in a pond (or because Nemesis lured him towards destruction) fell in love with his own appearance. People are self-absorbed in various conscious and subconscious ways. We look for elements of ourselves in other people, places, things, and ideas because we are attracted to other people who remind us of ourselves. If you are reading this letter, there are multiple aspects about your core identity that are either identical or significant to mine. You are probably black, millennial, female identifying, Christian, you most likely have a bachelor’s degree, you probably have a Master’s degree (or two), with a significant amount of student loan debt, you are an activist, a nurse, have traveled abroad, you are a bleeding heart progressive who trust MSNBC more that Faux News, and still has hope that Bernie Sanders will be the next president of the United States.

People seek community with others whose values and social norms reflect, accept, and affirm their own existence. For the things that don’t directly remind us of ourselves, we personify them to fit our worldview. Starting with our favorite– Karma.

According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, karma originated in India as a blanket philosophy explaining how each person’s current fortune was determined by the good and/or bad  accumulated in their previous life. The idea of having good karma for the next life encouraged people to be moral and just, and the idea of karma helped people make sense of why evil exists in the world. Christianity, Judeasim, and Islam have theologically spun the idea of karma in the form of a divine authority who doles out karma/ vegenance/ rewards/ punishments for those who follow or disobey the doctrine of each respective religion. 

A version of karma, irreverent of religious doctrine, reminds us that Karma– with a capital K– is a b!$@#, as we all know. Karma has been personified as an omnipotent, spiteful, and vindictive source of vengeance that can be unleashed when someone feels as if they have been wronged. The believed wrath of Karma can put action in motion to start a series of detrimental events that will bring hurt and pain to the offending party. People also believe Karma as a bartering system functioning in the spiritual currency of good intentions. If a person does a specific action (lets say, leave a tip in a tip jar), then they can expect that something good will come back their way. The contemporary idea of Karma has morphed into the expectation  that every action has a reaction, the manifestation of that reaction will occur in this lifetime, and that Karma can be wielded to jolt other people.  

First Degree of Separation: Karma and Slot Machines

Gambling is the definition of insanity: To keep doing the same thing over and over (i.e. continually giving/ losing money to a slot machine) and expecting a different outcome (i.e. winning a big jackpot). To be a serious gambler, you have to believe that slot machines, poker tables, race horses, the lotto, or whatever your fancy is has a memory. I’ve heard my mom, Grandma, and Aunty Gladys faithfully declare you have to stick with the slot machine until it warms up. It is the weird idea that the slot machine remembers and cares that the player has been faithful to it; therefore, the player is owed a reward for their faithfulness. Slot machines and Karma work on the premise that somebody is due fortune or harm decided by previous behaviors.  

Statistically, if a coin is flipped 100 times it has a 50% probability of being heads and a 50% probability of being tails. The probability of flipping heads or tails is independent of the result of the previous coin toss; there is a chance you can flip 100 heads in a row or 100 tails in a row. In other words, probability has amnesia after every coin toss.

Every gambler who has ever dedicated hours, days, weeks of their life to the slot machine hopes to recoup all of the money they lost over the years even though they know the system is rigged. Gamblers waiver between conflicting partial truths: 1) they can win in a rigged system; 2) it is unlikely they will win in a rigged system 3) and, even if the system wasn’t rigged, they are never owed a big payout even after 6 hours of faithfulness to a single machine.

Second Degree of Separation: Slot Machines and Mirrors

Do you believe that every image you’ve seen of yourself looks exactly like you? Have you ever thought that the camera adds 10lbs or heard an audio recording of your own voice and wondered who that stranger was? For Narcissist to fall in love with his own beauty, he had to trust that the pond reflected an accurate reflection of his face. I used to think that all mirrors reflected life accurately until I had to buy a new body length mirror. I stood a cheap mirror and expensive mirror up next to each other and discovered that mirrors are imperfect and flawed by design. The distortion between the cheap and fancy mirror was stunning! When I stood in front of the cheap mirror it appeared as if I had a vortex forming in the middle of my stomach. When I stood in front of the fancy mirror, I stood 2 inches taller and instantly dropped 7lbs. Had I not compared the two mirrors simultaneously I would have never known that each mirror was presenting a slightly different reality of what I look like.

We often personify mirrors to be honest and impartial truth tellers. Fancy mirrors contour the world in such a way that makes people appear skinnier and taller while cheap ones distort the world in an unflattering way. Slot machines and mirrors are similar in the fact that the user believes that they are “honest” and “fair”, even though both will deceive you into buying into a false reality. The gambling system is rigged and mirrors will distort your image.

This intentional distortion of the world isn’t limited to mirror tricks. The United States is deeply divided (and has been ever since the abolition of slavery) of what constititutes a safe, humane, and just society. If you watch certain left or right wing news channels or follow certain social media accounts you will come to the conclusion that the way you see the world is correct and the other side has no merit. Just as we pick friends and communities that affirm our right to exist in the world, we pick a political, socio-economic camp that waives our team flag– as we should. 

Anyways, I chose the fancy mirror.

Third Degree of Separation: Mirrors and Borders

It is possible to break definitive boundaries and have two conflicting (seemingly impossible) things at one time. There are some places in the United States where you can stand with your legs slightly spread apart over state borders so you can be located in two states at the same time. If you want to be really a cool kid, you can go to the Navajo Nations Reservation and stand on the four corners– the spot where Utah, Colorado, Arizona and New Mexico meet at a single point. Not only do you get to stand in four states at once, you also get to stand on sovereign land that hasn’t granted the indigenous landholders full sovereignty! What a deal! 

Better yet, you can go to the Haskell library where you can be simultaneously in the United States and Canada. This library is a safe international destination where families reunite with loved ones when one member can’t leave the United States because their visa prohibits them from doing so, and racist traveling and immigration policies make it very difficult for non-European immigrants to enter the United States. 

Borders “protect people” because both communities on either side of the boundary agree to uphold a social contract (out of fear or reverence towards armed guards and economic power) to not cross the imaginary lines unless they agree it’s okay to do so. Borders only have meaning as long as there are military powers enforcing the significance of those imaginary lines. Borders do nothing to prevent crime from happening on either side of the imaginary line, and they are not particularly good from stopping it from crossing over. How many times has the US government crossed into other countries and meddled in political affairs and supplied military weapons in conflict areas? There is nothing special about an imaginary line drawn on a map other than it is only significant as long as people agree that it is significant. There are a few exceptions. For instance, Canada and Europe are closing their borders to infection-ridden folks from the United States to protect the public health of their country’s citizens.

Both borders and mirrors offer distorted experiences of realities and safety.

Fourth Degree of Separation: Borders and Ms. K’Rona

Long before Covid-19, a.k.a. Ms. K’rona, came to the Earth and said, “F$*! You’re imaginary boundaries”, (because Ms. K’Rona has a name, she has a gender, she can now talk, she balks at the institute of marriage, and she has a personal stance on global borders similar to mine) I’ve been thinking about what does it mean to be a global citizen, or a  person of the African diaspora, rather than just a Black american. 

Similar to borders, Ms. K’Rona has shown that people will die when we create laws, rules, and policies that disregard the basic humanity of those who are most marginalized among us.

Similar to mirrors, Ms. K’Rona has shown that safety is an illusion distorted by the level of privilege and access to care and resources in the world.

Similar to slot machines, Ms. K’Rona has shown that the system is rigged and that black, indegenous, and brown people are dying and suffering more than white people in every indicator of health and wealth, not just Covid-19 disparities.

Similar to Karma, Ms. K’Rona has shown that life is chaotic, unpredictable, and mostly out of our hands. Yet, we still hold tight to the false idea of control, which is really just anxiety. Pretending to have control and counting Karma points is a coping mechanism in the hopes that life has a running tally of good deeds and bad deeds that we have done. That in the end, there will be a verdict of all that you have done– good, bad and indifferent– to creating a more just and balanced world. And we are all hoping to come out a winner, either now or later, depending on a religious, agnostic, or atheist standpoint. 

Conclusion

Prior to Narcissist falling in love with his own face, and subsequently meeting his own destruction, Echo was deeply enamored by Narcissist’s beauty. She shyly followed behind him, out of sight, as Narcissist journeyed through the woods. Narcissist was aware of her presence, but he couldn’t see her. He would call out, “Who’s there?”, and other refrains, but Echo stayed hidden as she repeated every word he said. She finally got the courage to approach him, but he rejected her affection. She became so heartbroken that she slowly faded away until she became nothing but, you guessed it, an echo in the wind. 

I’m sure many of you heard of the theory that all of humanity is connected through an average of 6-10 degrees of separation. While there are many critiques of the original and subsequent studies showing our global connections, the resounding critique is that this study truly carries no practical significance. Generally, an individual only cares for the people in the first 2-3 degrees outside of their personal orbit. 

In conclusion, we personify too many non-human things yet refuse to see humanity in one another. Those of us who are well resourced and privileged (either at a national or individual level) are Narcissist in this allegory. We ignore the repeated cries of pain (I can’t breathe… Black lives matter… defend Water Protectors.. Defund the police) in hopes of the cries of pain will fade away in the pursuit of seeing only a world that reflects our own worldview.

Black lives matter is the minimum. There are still children separated from their families living in cages at the US border. We still have the highest incarceration rate in the world. We are still justifying police killing unarmed people while simultaneously protecting statues of confederate traitors. We are still at war for some reason somewhere in the Middle East bombing schools and the usual terrorist behaviors. Indegenous people still want their land and sovereignty back. Flint still doesn’t have clean water. We still haven’t arrested the murders of Breonna Taylor or Elijah McClain. The list goes on.

Is it possible to feel you way through the darkness when the battle chooses you?

Dear Family and Friends,

 

Every month for the past several years I’ve made it a point to sit down and connect with you through the written word. I started writing this letter in February, but apparently it wasn’t supposed to materialize until this global pandemic upturned all of our lives. What began as a typical ‘woe is me’ letter has now morphed into the collective existential fear caused by the coronavirus, the feckless U.S. federal government’s response, and the looming dread of the anticipated destructive aftermath. With that said, it is even more fitting to ask this month,  Is it possible to feel your way through the darkness when the battle chooses you?’

 

Earlier this year, my friends Maritza, Linda, Toni, Nikki and I went to Harbin Hotsprings for a relaxing girls weekend. A fellow guest at the hot springs suggested that we leave the comfort of the warm pool and rotate between the hot jacuzzi and cold pool. I’m not an idiot. I already knew that alternating between hot and cold water is an extraordinarily painful sensation. The rapid dilation and constriction of blood vessels sends excruciating shocks that feel like 500,000 needles stabbing the entire body. The guy further explained that the first plunge is the worst  because the temperature gradient is so extreme your brain perceives it as painful. However, the second, third, fourth, and so on rotations become more tolerable. What feels extremely hot will feel warmer, and what feels extremely cold will also become warmer. Your body adjusts each time you switch between the two pools although the temperature of the water remains exactly the same.

 

So, I tried it. 

 

The hot pool was SCALDING…. SCALDING HOT! I thought I was being punked because I saw people in the hot pool fully relaxed. I was expecting to see 3rd degree burns from my chest down. I was like a lobster being cooked alive for all of the 10 seconds I spent in the hot water.  Then I jumped into the cold water and I felt like I was being stabbed to death by a billion fire ants. Then I moved back into the hot water and it was still SCALDING HOT, but I could tolerate the hot pool for a little longer. After a few repetitions, I could stay in both pools for a minute, and then two minutes, until I could fully relax in the scalding water for about five minutes.

 

As painful as it was, I chose that challenge.

 

Most life lessons that strengthen people’s resolve arrive unannounced, unexpected, and unwelcomed. 

 

As people grow older, and put a few painful life lessons behind them, many will outgrow childish beliefs and behaviors that don’t support long term survival. Yet, the feeling of unfairness and uncertainty, abundant in childhood,  tends to hold a tighter grip on adults as we gain relationships and possessions we fear to lose. People erect a safety barrier of arrogance and a false sense of control of the surrounding environment that presents itself as always being right, believing there will always be time tomorrow, and upholding a dogma that our destiny is shaped and guaranteed through hard work and ingenuity.  

 

 Common adages warn that life isn’t fair and to choose battles wisely.

 

Then one day, a battle, accompanied by a deafening darkness, will show up (or has already shown up) at your front door, your job, in a relationship, in your spirit, or in a peculiar circumstance. The battle chose you even though you didn’t deserve it. *Cue COVID-19’s silent entrance into society which quickly disrupted everything that many of us held to be real, true, and lasting.*

 

Joanna Cohen expressed her thoughts about the global slowdown in a recent article, “[This period] teaches us to distinguish what’s real from what isn’t, what’s fleeting from what’s eternal, what changes from what never changes. What’s changed? Everything. Everything that isn’t real. Jobs. The economy. Our beloved routines. The certainty of our health. What hasn’t changed? That which is real. Love. Family. Friends. Connection.  Can we distinguish all that’s changed (and will continue to) from all that hasn’t? Can we take the time and the space to identify what’s fleeting (everything right now) and what’s permanent? And can we allow this understanding to usher in a sense of appreciation for the things in our lives that are real? ” 

 

In this capitalist-corporate led world, being productive in the midst of global unrest felt like a mandate for the first two weeks of global lockdown. When businesses across the nation began shutting their doors and people began sheltering in place everyone and their mama was announcing how to quarantine perfectly (i.e. #quarantineinspo). People were cleaning their homes, setting up perfect homeschool routines,  training for a marathon, cooking perfect meals, and producing professional level tik tok videos. Then there are people like me who were sitting on the couch under my weighted blanket for 10 hours a day eating ice cream, Skittles, and top ramen while scrolling through Instagram as I perused the news on my computer and watched ‘The Office’ on my T.V. in the same pajamas I was wearing for 5 days in a row.

 

 In this time of forced isolation, we have been desperately grasping for concrete instructions on how to be safely sheltered in our homes. Now more than ever, it is important to do whatever feels right in the moment. 

   

Stop trying to escape boredom and stillness and take a second to ground yourself within the darkness. There aren’t a sufficient amount of distractions to keep people from having to face themselves, their insecurities, their sense of aloneness, their incapability to meet basic needs, and their deeply held trauma. Take some time to feel all of the complicated and ever adjusting emotions and mentally prepare for a different life after lockdown. 

 

The darkness that had been coming from earlier personal struggles has now been exacerbated by the added difficulty of meeting basic living, relationship, aspirational and survival needs. Some people have been fighting battles within the light of normalcy and predictability, but now they are now fighting in the darkness of instability. 

 

But there is hope. There is always hope.

 

(Insert cliches about that we are all in it together and we are collectively becoming a better society … blah, blah, blah.)

 

How do you get through the darkness when the battle chooses you? (The purpose of posing the question was to actually answer it).

 

Honestly, there is no right way to get through the next 12-18 months. You just have to hold your ground and let time expose the true nature of things. When this is all over, we are all going to get a ‘get out of jail free’ card for whatever survival mechanism you chose during the time Ms. Ca’Rona shut down the planet. But, since you made it this far in the letter you probably would like to know the answer….

 

 

  • Learn to alternate between extremely cold and extremely hot water

 

 

There are multiple senses beyond touch, taste, smell, sight, and hearing that help you successfully navigate through life. In a previous letter, I discussed how proprioception, our ability to discern our physical sense of space and place in the world, can help ground you even when you cannot trust your vision to guide you. Similarly, immersing in cold and hot water teaches that things thought to be definitive, such as the ability to gauge the temperature (thermoception) of a situation and how the body interprets and responds to painful stimuli (nocioception), are adaptable in adverse circumstances. 

 

This is life. The first time you felt the worst thing that happened to you, you thought you were going to crumble into a million little pieces (or maybe you did). The second time something really bad happened, you had a little bit of life experience that showed you that you had the strength  to get through it. With each horrible experience— the shock that life is unpredictable, unfair, chaotic, and will throw a hammer towards your head at any moment— doesn’t get easier, you just get stronger, wiser, and more skillful. 

 

 

  • Stop moralizing your response to being blindsided

 

 

I’m always reminded of one of my favorite books, The Gift of Fear by Gavin DeBecker. The opening story is about a woman who was ‘helped’ by a stranger that kept giving her a bad feeling. Her groceries bag tore open and he ‘helped’ her gather her food items, but something wasn’t right. He offered to bring the bags inside of her apartment, she said no, and he ‘kindly’ insisted with a gun pointing to her face. He eventually raped her and was planning on killing her with a knife from her kitchen. She escaped when the slightest opportunity arose, but she felt bad because she didn’t do things the ‘right’ way. She didn’t scream. She didn’t fight back. She blamed herself. All she did was use her intuition to successfully escape to safety and lived to tell about it.  

 

Many people fantasize about being the valiant hero of the story called, “The Life and Times of My Life: Being Alive and Getting Through Just Like Everybody Else”. Disappointment and discouragement prevail when people look back to find an absence of big hero moments. They didn’t pull off the impossible with the most dramatic flare in a way that people will tell the tale for hundreds of years to come. Even in the chapter called ‘When Corona Took Center Stage’ it doesn’t matter how you get through it, just as long as you get through it. Not all of us will be frontline workers in New York city or do anything that was remotely spectacular.  Most of us will do our part by parking our butt on the couch all day to flatten the curve. 

 

Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for doing things that are good, healthy, and meaningful, but not at the expense of meeting the unrealistic expectation of performing life (or a quarantine story) to perfection. And while we are at it, your friends and family don’t have to perform extraordinary roles in the production of your life story either.  

 

As we continue to collectively support one another as we get through this unprecedented pandemic, I believe there is no way to get through the darkness the ‘right’ way. At some point, we will all find our own center in the midst of this uncertainty. It may not be ideal or we may use this time to let things unearth that had been settling for a while. Some will come out of the quarantine more skilled, better runners, better cooks, better humans, and the rest will gain the COVID-19 and pick up a drinking problem. 

 

 

  • Stop looking for the light at the end of the tunnel

 

 

For those of us of faith, now that you have 24 hours of extra time each day, now would be a good time to listen for and find God’s voice in the midst of all of this darkness. For those who don’t follow any particular doctrine, now is the time to pull from inner strength and community that has helped you weather life’s storms.

 

Even if you can’t feel your way through the darkness right now, you can experience your feelings in the darkness. Don’t worry if you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. You can transmit your own light when you are ready. 

 

With that said, this letter is getting long and I’m emotionally done with it. I would love to hear from you with the following caveats: 1) you can send a long email and be my quarantine pen pal, 2) I’m only participating in group text messages or will respond to funny memes (I can’t text and scroll the entire internet all day), 3) I’m available for phone calls and video chats during the pandemic (this may or may not continue once the outside world is open again), and 4) I’m accepting snail mail.

Can you wash away bad luck?

Dear Family and Friends,

 At the turn of a new year (or decade), should people wash away all of the bad luck of yesteryear? 

 To say 2019 ended on a horrible note is an understatement. I was fired from a job, I felt extraordinary isolated, unsupported, and aimless in school, and a thief broke my car window and stole irreplaceable items that were only valuable to me. Most of my anticipated travel plans fell through, and I had a lot of nasty interactions with random people. Compared to 2018, 2019 pretty much sucked on a massive level. On January 1, 2020, I went to my favorite spa to Korean scrub away all of the negativity and nastiness of 2019. I spent 3 hours detoxing in the sauna, steam room, the Himalayan salt room, the clay room, the hot tub, and the cold pool. I jokingly told a friend that the body scrub washed away all of 2019 and part of 2018.   

 The start of the new decade has commenced a personal New Year’s Day tradition.

 Across the globe, millions of people ring in the New Year with a variety of traditions and superstitions.  Some people make sure their cabinets and wallets are full as a symbolic invitation welcoming abounding prosperity and wellness into the New Year. Others intentionally make loud noises to scare off and prohibit bad luck from entering into the New Year. Many people eat certain foods– gumbo, black eyed peas, soba noodles, collard greens, vasilopita, or king cake– because they are absolutely delicious and bring people together at the start of the year. I almost attempted to make a pot of gumbo to share with my friends. I decided against it  because I don’t have a large enough pot, I don’t know how to make gumbo, I don’t know how to make rice, and in my pity-party mood I convinced myself that I had no friends either. Starting off the New Year by giving your friends food poisoning is bad luck in every culture.   

 Globally, the jury is out on one age-old superstition: To clean or not clean your house before midnight?  Clean sweeps are a symbolic gesture of wiping away the old and preparing for a fresh start. Others argue that doing so suggest a lack of appreciation of both the good and bad circumstances that constitute the utterly imperfect, yet wholly sacred, human experience.

 Is it necessary to symbolically put a stake in-between two points of time with the purpose of emotionally and physically washing away and shutting the door on all memories of the former?  You probably should.

 I bet you have tried to shut the door on the past  before. New Year resolutions are the exemplar of ‘shutting the door’ on the past. Tangential to New Year resolutions are the determinations of ‘Magical Mondays’ and ‘Inaugural First of the Month’. The New Year, Magical Mondays, and the Inaugural First of the Month is when people promise they will begin exercising, save money, stop eating out, jog to work, go to therapy, adopt a seeing eye puppy, find love, and begin living their best life on Instagram. New starts never happen on mid weeks, mid months, or mid-year unless it is a Monday or the first of the month. It’s a scientifically proven fact.

 As I write this letter, the end of the first month of the new year of the new decade is swiftly approaching. It is no secret that New Year resolutions are as fleeting as the first day of the year; many people have already fallen off their self-imposed constraints. The gyms, once packed during the first week of this month are probably down to normal occupancy levels. Those who were declaring, “New year, new me!” have returned back to the habits from last year’s ‘old me’. People are no longer ashamed to be seen at the fast food restaurants that they swore off at the beginning of the year. 

 However, setting resolutions, intentions, and determinations isn’t trivial. It takes bravery to identify areas of inadequacy and take steps towards changing. It elucidates desires, aspirations, wants, inclinations and yearnings. Many of these deeply held desires are nearly unattainable, embarrassingly enticing, and speak to the core of who we believe we are, or who we convince ourselves that we are not.  It takes work to undo all of the deeply ingrained limitation and social pressures to find the courage to ask for exactly what we want; some people are still seeking permission to ask for exactly what they want.  

 To be human is to sometimes inexplicably want something ridiculous. It is easier to become constipated from constantly swallowing hurt, fear, and disappointment than to make an effort to change. Resolutions and intentions are a bold and audacious ask of the Universe, and to those around us, to reward our best efforts to change our circumstances. It provokes fear as self-change increases vulnerability to disappointment, failure, and rejection. 

 Close your eyes (as you are reading this) and envision asking your boss for a raise. I’m sure you would appreciate a 10% increase in your paycheck starting immediately. How did the thought of asking for something you want make you feel?

 Resolutions made during Magical Mondays and New Year’s speaks to our desire to start again, given that we can’t possibly go back in time for a do-over.

 Resolutions are a safe way to express hope, in an unashamed and non-embarrassing way, which a better version of self and circumstances exist in the near future. It is the place where better habits, attitudes, and behaviors exist to support the goal seeker’s journey towards an improved life. It makes finding favor and luck clearer and more attainable in an uncertain and unpredictable world. It is shutting the door on paranoia —  the irrational and persistent feeling that people are ‘out to get you’ — and opening the door to pronoia — paranoia’s disgustingly cheerful and optimistic cousin that always insists that everything in the world is doing everything in its power to help you succeed and bring you and an over-abundance of joy and peace. 

 At the turn of a new year (or decade), should people wash away all of the bad luck of yesteryear?  Maybe not?

At base level, pronoia would seem like the Universe is conspiring to give you a perfect life: An amazing support system, recognition for all of your hard work, complete confidence, a great paying a rewarding job, well behaved perfect children, and an award winning show dog that can file your taxes. Ask the person who has the aforementioned dream life if they are completely happy and grounded in security. They possibly are; money makes life much easier in obtaining a life of peace. However, others in the same perfect life boat have a bottomless void that sneakily moves in an out of different aspects of their life and psyche. It becomes difficult to grasp and impossible to fill. No matter what your circumstances are, pronoia is just the belief that all is working out for your good regardless of the material circumstances conditions of this world.

 A Tao anecdote asserts that not all bad events are harmful, nor are all things that seem good are helpful. There is a short story that depicts a series of events in a man’s life. Some situations that seem good ended with negative consequences, and what seemed like an unfortunate event protected him from a worse outcome. Similarly, I once received an email chain (do y’all remember those) with a story of people who had a very rough start before they made it to work on a particular day. One person had a snotty-nosed sick kid. Another person forgot their wallet at home, and the list went on. These small hiccups that particular morning prevented them from going to work at the World Trade Center on September 11th, 2001. In the aftermath of the terrorist attack, some people found new meaning in life and drastically changed their personal trajectories in pursuing a life with more meaning and purpose. However, survivor’s guilt completely broke the spirits of many others.

 Enormous emphasis is placed on big moments to embody the proverbial fork in the road moments that will determine the path to becoming a rockstar millionaire vs. endlessly chasing the wind for a dream deferred. The truth is, every little decision is a fork in the road.To sleep in, or to not sleep in, could change your life just as much as to move across the country or not. Sometimes we choose the option that gives us more opportunities (which could be good or bad), and sometimes we choose the option that effectively closes the door on other opportunities (which could be good or bad as well). The thing is, the future is unknown.

 What we do know for certain is that magical Mondays are always around the corner, and the first of the month and the first of the year aren’t too far behind. We look for those key thresholds, starting lines, and definitive conclusions to begin putting effort into getting it right.

 So, for next year, should you clean out your cupboards and keep them open to invite good luck in, or should you avoid washing away the accumulated good and bad from the year before that made you a stronger person?  Definitely not.

Going through new beginnings and endings is just as transient as going through a doorway. Sometimes they will feel significant (like the first day of moving into a new home), but most of the time they will not (like the million times you walk into your home). New beginnings feel fun until the newness and initial motivation has faded and now it is time to put in the work, without the help of the feel good chemicals: dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin and endorphins. The work needed to ensure change is not fun. If it was fun, you’d still be keeping up with you 2020 New Year resolutions. In fact, you wouldn’t have any New Year’s resolutions because you would have achieved all of your previous New Year’s resolutions by now.   

 Sometimes we look towards shutting the door on the old because we are afraid to confront and reconcile the past. At some point, a reckoning must take place. The sooner the better. Take full account so that you and the other person/ circumstance are squared away, and your personal book of good intentions and bad deeds are balanced at the end of the day. Be like your friend that knows how much money they owe you; the one that insists on paying you the $0.37 that they owe from five years ago so that nothing is left hanging in the balance.  

 Let go of the idea that you are in control of the unpredictable and painful parts of life by wrapping it up, putting a pretty bow on the situation, and prematurely moving forward. Honestly, sometimes life is unjustifiably unfair and it really sucks, especially when things don’t end fairly, *cough*  like being fired *cough*, and things are left undone.

 Don’t close the door on everything that hurts. Let it sting for a while. Let all of the sucky things in life and all of the things left undone transform and strengthen you. It may give a reason to fight, or it may kick you in the back of the knees and force you to take an adult timeout. Pain is protective. It is an indicator that something is terribly wrong and your body is trying to get your attention so you fix it immediately. It teaches you to avoid painful stimuli, or you learn how to overcome it.  Either way, it will force you to slllloooowwww down.

 We rush to end painful situations to get a quick, albeit incomplete, closure to avoid feeling like a failure or a loser. 

Sometimes closure doesn’t look like closure. You just slowly hurt a little less every day. You realize you stopped plotting revenge on the particular person that wronged you. You stop waiting for the apology that isn’t coming. You forget what the initial pain felt like.

“The end begins before you are ever aware of it. It passes as ordinary” Ling Ma.

 At the turn of a New Year (or decade), should people wash away all of the bad luck of yesteryear? 

 The concise answer: Yes and no. Yes, I wholeheartedly believe in ritual cleansing, intentional detoxing, and purposeful fasting. However, it should occur as  needed, as opposed to waiting for a specific day or time of the year; it shouldn’t mask an attempt to run away from the responsibility of reconciling unresolved issues. It should make you  a stronger person. There is something comforting in always knowing that I’ve survived worse, and nothing scares me except raccoons and tax season. 

As I wrote this letter I realized why it is next to impossible for me to give a clear and concise answer to any question. These letters keep getting longer and longer every month. I’m sorry, not sorry. If you made it to this point, you are a champion and I look forward to hearing from you!

 Brianna

Mother Tongue, Skeleton Keys, and Provenance

Dear Family and Friends,

I used to watch this pseudo-documentary reality T.V. show called “MTV: True Life”. My all time favorite episode I’m in a Love Triangle chronicled the long-term relationship of a couple who temporarily broke up and tried to work things out. During the break-up, the boyfriend impregnated a casual friend and ultimately decided he wanted to be with both his ex-girlfriend and soon-to-be baby mama. The baby mama seemed as if she didn’t care if the guy was in her life or not; however, the ex-girlfriend was in deep pain over the situation. It was revealed that the ex-girlfriend had been pregnant with the boyfriend’s baby before, but the boyfriend gave her the ultimatum to either have an abortion or he would end the relationship. She chose the abortion, and he eventually ended the relationship.

 

In the final fight scene,  the boyfriend was trying to convince the ex-girlfriend that he, the baby mama, the soon-to-be born baby, and the ex-girlfriend should all consider living together as a blended family. She cried and struggled to articulate why the ultimatum of blended family vs end of relationship seemed unreasonable and unfair. The ex-girlfriend was the breathing embodiment of being at a loss for words.    

 

The scene of the ex-girlfriend being taken advantage of simply because she didn’t have the skills to articulate and assert her needs was disheartening and probably an accurate portrayal of many of our own experiences. Some of our stories are publicly displayed for all to critique. Some of our stories happen repeatedly in secret like a thousand paper cuts slowly tearing us apart. Being able to express yourself — and engage in the reciprocity of being seen, heard, and understood– is the keystone in our desire to connect, relate, and evolve.  

 

The phenomenally brilliant Maya Angelou once said, ‘There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you’. The fiery accuracy of Toni Morrison encourages people to seek power and sovereignty within ourselves and communities particularly through the power and use of words (you have to watch the documentary) . My final thoughts for this year’s theme of connecting unlikely pairs pays homage to the wisdom and legacy left by Dr. Maya Angelou and Nobel Prize winner Toni Morrison. This letter centers  embracing peremptory sovereignty in self-assertion as we strive towards honest and unbridled relationships.

 

Peremptory sovereignty is harnessing absolute and unconditional power and authority without debate. I will not provide any caveats as to what it means, feels like, looks like, taste like, or how it should manifest in your life. Take it and run with however you please. As for me, I decided to thoughtfully consider 3 ways of demonstrating peremptory sovereignty through expression and self-assertion by: 1) Finding my mother tongue; 2) Accepting that I am skeleton key; and,  3) Declaring provenance. 

 

Finding my mother tongue

 

Adaobi Tricia Nwaubani wrote of her experience of growing up in Nigeria  learning to only speak English, as opposed to (instead of in addition to) learning the local language, Igbo. As with many people of color who deeply hold the pain of colonization and white supremacy in the marrow of their bones, Nwaubani’s parents felt that speaking English, a.k.a getting her closer to whiteness, was a sign of education and added advantages in life. Nwaubani’s essay describes her longing to speak the language of her grandmother and ancestors and the implications of disconnecting from who you are to mimic something you are not.

 

Her words resonated with my soul on many levels. I am the proud descendant of the black folks  who survived the treacherous journey through the Atlantic slave trade, through slavery, and through Jim Crow. While my mother tongue is not one of the 2000 languages spoken on the continent of Africa, my mother tongue is ‘black joy and clap backs’ that evolved since the first day my ancestor’s shackled feet stepped foot on this continent. (FYI: I just decided all of this as I wrote it.) 

 

While ‘black joy and clap backs’ is not a distinct dialect of English, its distinct vernacular has threaded its way through my life even before I knew it had been recognized as another name.  When I was young, prior to the mass distribution of caller ID, I noticed that my mom would sound extra sweet when she picked up the phone for an unknown caller. When she realized it was my grandma on the other line, her whole entire tone would completely change. As I got older, I learned that this behavior is an actual thing known as code switching. Code switching  is the way in which people of color adjust their speech and mannerisms in predominantly white spaces to avoid additional attention for the many ways we are ‘othered’ in such spaces. As an anonymous Instagram meme writer wrote, “I may be ghetto at heart, but my customer service voice went to Harvard”. I often think about the way in which I command the King’s English– free of ebonics, and filled with references to National Public Radio and the New York Times– has given me advantages to move through systems and institutions that have historically barred black folks.  

 

Yet, I still feel robbed by being limited to the dearth of words in the English language. Perhaps, as a writer I feel slightly obsessed in the pursuit of words and constructs in different languages that can more accurately convey thoughts, feelings, senses and knowings. Marina Keegan beautifully captured the similar desire in her essay, “The Opposite of Loneliness”.  

 

Finding my mother tongue as a mechanism of achieving peremptory sovereignty isn’t necessarily the endless pursuit of words or language. Finding my mother tongue is simply learning how to confidently speak up for myself, precisely  communicate what I want and need, and defend my boundaries unapologetically. Finding my mother tongue, in part, is the recognition that not everyone will speak my language. Not everyone will affirm or recognize my needs or boundaries. Not everyone will acknowledge my contributions or insights if my stance doesn’t fit their agenda. It is recognizing that not everyone has found their mother tongue, therefore they don’t know how to reciprocate appropriately when I speak in my mine. And, that is o.k. Lastly, finding my mother tongue is knowing when to be quiet. 

 

I am the skeleton key

 

Unlike your fingerprints, the locks on your doors are not unique. There are only so many ways to design a lock with unique grooves, levers and wards for a finite amount of key sizes and shapes. If you were to accidentally lock yourself out of your home, you could ask all of your neighbors to try and see if their key fits your lock. Or you could call a locksmith. The locksmith will use a skeleton key, also known as a master key, that has been stripped down to its bare parts so that it may pass through the unique wards and levers to unlock your door. The tool may not look like a traditional key, but the parts that go inside of the lock are essentially a key.

 

Skeleton keys, in the context of reaching peremptory sovereignty, are a reminder that the most fundamental version of you can unlock anything. It is the abandonment of the idea you are never good enough or that prestigious titles and degrees are a preliminary requirements to move towards all that which you desire in life. It is similar to the situation of applying for a job that has a mix of required and desirable qualifications. If it is a fair interview, you have an real chance of being hired if you have met all of the required qualifications. If it is a good organization, they will  help you develop the desirable traits that you lacked prior to being hired.

 

We often deny ourselves opportunities to take chances and move forward into the unknown because we don’t believe ourselves to be the perfect fit, ready, or the timing isn’t perfect. We need to abandon the idea that all opportunities will look like a perfect situation tailored for you because you are unique.  Whether or not you are the skeleton key or the custom made, perfectly tailored key– you are the key.

 

Declaring provenance

 

As a kid, I used to watch a news show called 20/20 with Barbara Walters and Hugh Downs. In one segment, guest hosted John Stossel asked art critics to critique the value and merit of art by up and coming artist they never heard of. They raved and said big artsy-fartsy words. What they did not know was that the artist were 5 year old preschoolers. 

 

Art is clearly subjective. What makes art valuable in a monetary sense is how the artist sees and portrays the world in an original way, influences others artist, and the overall impact they have in a particular medium and genre. I have some gorgeous art on my wall, but I could never sell my Van Gough reprint for millions of dollars. While there are many ways of detecting original art from counterfeits, one method is to simply have a certificate of provenance. Provenance is the record of all owners tracing  back to the original artist. FYI: much of the art you see in museums representing different countries do not have certificates of provenance dating to the original artist because it was most likely stolen from the land during an invasion or conquest.

 

Anyways, in my quest for peremptory sovereignty for the new year and beyond I’m declaring provenance. I’m not sure what that is going to look like, but in theory it feels important to do. Maybe that means being more authentic… blah, blah, blah cliche, cliche, cliche. ( It is 4 pages into a very long letter and I’ve run out of important things to say.) Maybe I’ll write more about it throughout the year. It may look like in grounding genuinely authentic and divine relationships with others, God, myself, with and in nature. Sound good right? 

 

It may also look like becoming the writer that I pretend to be in my head. I’ve decided that it is time to finally to make baby steps into putting stuff out into the world in addition to clogging your email box. I plan to make a book of all of my letters. It will have some of my early writings (I hope my parents haven’t throw away my old teenage angst notebooks) and include all of my monthly letters from the last 5 years. The goal is to edit the content, incorporate big words that nobody ever uses, add pictures to the stories and bind the book before the close of 2020. I will be the only person with a copy, but you can look at it if you come visit me.

 

Declaring provenance is the proclamation that I am the masterful artist and simultaneously the alluring work of art in progress . Declaring provenance is being fruitful, in due season, and that others would know the projects that I’ve created or contributed towards and the spaces that I’ve inhabited even in my absence. 

 

With that said, I hope that 2020 brings more joy, more wisdom, more money, a few battle scars, and it sets you up for a better 2021. I always love hearing from you!

Lizard Tails and 27

Dear Family and Friends,

What if?

What if you fail? What if you make the wrong decision? What if the worse case scenario actually happens? What if you set into motion a series of events that result in the end of life as you know it?

It could happen. On December 31st, 1999, the world waited in anticipation of the possibility that life as we knew it would come to a tumultuous end.

A patient and I were discussing  our hypothetical response in a doomsday scenario and what we had feared at the turn of the century. The patient mentioned that his aunt stored weeks of survival supplies on her rural farm anticipating that the world would break into chaos due to the Y2K scare. In 1999 her fear was warranted. ( I’m sure many of you prepared something- maybe not to the same extent- anticipating the world banks would crash, computers would fail, and pandemonium would surely follow.) Then January 01, 2000 came and went. And so did the next day. And the next. And the next.

As we approach the 20th anniversary of the Y2K mania that never materialized, this letter in honor of January 2, 2000– the day we were all assured that we were spared of the greatest stock market crash, rise of global lawlessness, and impending zombie apocalypse. While this letter has nothing to do with Y2K in particular, I’ve been pondering the idea of how lizard tails and 27 both represent a new normal after real and barely missed chaos occurs in life.

I’ve always been fascinated with lizards. Actually, that’s a lie. I don’t mess with lizards. I couldn’t figure out a 2nd thing to connect to the number 27 as I pondered the bigger thoughts as to who we are after we have been changed by circumstances. I was in my happy place, Eastern Market in Washington D.C., when I began talking with a local artist, Rayhart, about the recent musing floating through my brain. Rayhart shared with me a story from his childhood in South Florida. It is  a common past time activity for kids to step on lizards and watch their tails come off and continue wiggling without a body.

Lizards can purposefully detach their tail in high stress environments when they are being attacked. This survival mechanism– having a completely detached wiggling tail– distracts their predator and allows for the lizard scurry away to safety. In a few weeks to months, the lizard will regenerate a brand new tail made of cartilage instead of bone.

We see this in humans, too. No, we don’t disconnected a limb to escape predators, but we do sometimes emotionally dissociate from traumatic experiences as a means of protecting ourselves. Physically, we have only two organs that will self-regenerate without the aid of science or medicine after a traumatic event, both of which work on a 27 day cycle.

The liver is a powerful organ that is responsible for numerous critical functions. It filters blood; detoxifies minerals; metabolizes drugs, fats, proteins, and carbohydrates; initiates enzyme activation; stores glycogen, vitamins, and minerals; and synthesises plasma proteins. The liver is vulnerable to the effects of alcohol and the hepatitis viruses. The liver has the capability of healing itself after being poisoned or resolving a viral infection in 27 days.

Similarly, the skin is the external organ that has the power to heal itself. All of us have been cut and watched a scar regenerated a protective barrier. Even without an injury we are constantly becoming a new body. Every 27 days the body regenerates a new layer of skin to mark healthy growth and development. I did the math; by the time I’ve sent this letter to you, my skin has turned over 421 times during my lifetime.

And because I’m feeling the number 27 right now, there are 27 bones in your hand, FYI.

Lastly, depending on what you subscribe to, there is one last cycle of 27 that deserves an honorable mention– the menstrual cycle. Just kidding.

In astrology, completely unrelated to herpetology or anatomy, Saturn orbits around the sun roughly every 27-30 years. This orbital journey, a Saturn Return, is when Saturn returns to the same place in the galaxy in which it was situated when a person was born. Why does this matter? A Saturn Return is akin to an individual’s personal Y2K. Some consider it a rite of passage as it is often a manifestation of a period of uncertainty and disorder in one’s life.

I appreciate the significance of the number 27 as a special Biblical number. The number 27 derives its meaning from being the cube of 3 (3 x 3 x 3). Many Biblical scholars recognize the number 3 as divine completeness, wholeness, and perfection– the representation of the Light of God. While some may consider a Saturn Return as chaos and disorganization, I believe it is just a rocky road towards wholeness and completion.

Once someone gets through their Saturn Return, they are stronger, wiser, richer, skinnier, better off because of it. The end of a Saturn Return is a cosmic punctuation mark in a person’s life story. For some people, it is a period ending a chapter. For others it is a comma, an exclamation mark, or an ellipsis.

And this punctates the end of this month’s letter celebrating the day after you thought the world was going to end– you didn’t get the job, you got dumped, you didn’t win the lottery– and you realized that the world and Saturn just kept spinning.

Sincerely,

Brianna

Maybe, if you ask, I’ll share with you a voicemail I saved from my mom. I failed a class a few years ago and thought I would never get into nursing school and my life would be perpetually doomed. Sometimes I re-listen to that voicemail as a reminder that I have survived my own Y2K.

My class number in the 2nd grade was 27. Now you know.

Brianna M. Singleton
 

~If you can leave everything behind you’ll return with much more than when you came~

Pilots and Rock Climbers

Dear Family and Friends,

I never feel as if my monthly letters are fully accomplished. Ideas are left unsaid and unexplored. Grammar and spelling errors are overlooked. Weird phrases are oddly interjected unnecessarily. Last month was no different. I spent more time developing my thoughts around the concept of ‘shadows’, more so than I did for the concept of ‘proprioception’. Luckily, these letters only exist as a means to stay connected to you. And with that said, I’m going to re-visit the concept of proprioception from the perspectives of a rock climber and a pilot.

Special Note: I’ve never actually flown a plane, but I’ve been on numerous flights and I’ve read two books, one by a surgeon and another by a sociologist, who explore the psychology of being a pilot. Also, I’ve never been rock climbing out in nature. However, I tried it out once a few years ago in the school’s gymnasium on the fake rock wall. With that said, I’ve met the bare minimum qualifications to talk about the challenges of being a professional pilot and a rock wall climber.

My last letter describes how proprioception is the awareness of where your body is – in part and in whole – and how it is moving. Proprioception is our physiological sense of balance and coordination. Proprioception keeps us from falling as we engage in running, jumping, skipping, meandering, dancing, swimming, tumbling, and dropping it like it’s hot. Impaired proprioception, caused by spatial disorientation or a defect in one’s senses, can impede the ability to move through this world effortlessly.

Spatial Dis-orientation and Impaired Visibility

A T.V. character on the show A Million Little Things remarked that it is possible for a pilot to fly upside down if they lose sight of the horizon. I found it especially difficult to believe that a person’s sense of being right-side up could be wrong. I know that our senses can fail us; I’ve mis-heard things, I’ve been mistaken, I’ve misinterpreted intentions, and I’ve mis-read people and situations. However, I’ve always known when I’ve been upside down. They say, “Don’t believe everything you see on T.V.”, so I had to check the entire internet to see if it was true or not because you can believe everything you read on the internet.

According to the internet, there are times when pilots, astronauts, and deep sea divers can be unaware they are completely inverted. In day-to-day conditions, proprioception works properly when the vestibular system– the fluids in the cochlea of the inner ear– adjust to the position of the body and send signals to the brain indicating the position of the body. The signaling from the vestibular system becomes impaired at certain altitudes, depths, and pressure. Lack of external cues and unusual circumstances will mislead a person to believe they are right-side up even when they are not.

The closest I can relate to not being able to trust myself at such a visceral level is when I had trouble recalling the details of a memory. Maybe you can relate. Have you ever remembered something so vividly, as if it was just yesterday, only for someone to tell you it didn’t happen that way? According to science, and not just the internet, our memories are terribly faulty. We never remember things as they truly were. Never. Every time we recall a memory, we corrupt that memory only to mis-remember it even more. It’s like watching an old home video and seeing that your grandmother’s favorite hat was really green, not red like you remembered it. Or looking at old high school or college pictures and you can’t recall anything about someone in the picture you are pretty sure was a good friend. Some people, myself included, can trick their self into believing they have memories of times and events they were never present for.

This has been verified widely within the context of the prison industrial complex system. Many people have been exonerated of a crime after DNA evidence proved it was impossible they committed the crime. About 70% of those cases convicted the wrong person because of heavy emphasis on the eyewitness testimony. Even though there has been a lot of research proving that eyewitness reports are not as reliable as people think they are, the prison industrial complex system has not changed much. First, there are some racist and bigoted people, whether they are the witness or the prosecution team, who believe the conviction of any black or brown man is considered a ‘win’ in their eyes. Second, many other people simply and systematically make mistakes when identifying other people. Research has shown that the way police line-ups and photos presentations are conducted have strongly biased and pressured victims to pick anyone from the line-up, even if the perpetrator isn’t there. Research has shown that people have a hard time distinguishing people of other races. (Ask your black colleague how often people interchange them for the other black person in the office).

Furthermore, our memory is extraordinarily unreliable when major events, especially traumatic events, occur. During traumatic events, our brain and body goes into survival mode, which may look like a mental and physical freezing. It is the same survival mechanism, ‘the dear in headlights’ mode that has saved countless lives yet makes the person feel guilty for not ‘fighting back’. And after an attack, our brain stays in survival mode. Often time that looks like blocking out the horrific event in order to erase any memory of the pain. The person’s mechanism to protect themselves impedes their ability to “sound legitimate”. Rape victim’s account of the incident often times just doesn’t make sense and they are often dismissed, or worse, told they are lying because of these survival mechanisms. Additionally, even well intentioned friends and correctional officers ask questions they may unconsciously lead the victim down a path that changes the story and events, further corrupting the person’s memory.

Telling a pilot that they are flying upside down is akin to telling a person that all of their memories have been corrupted over time.

Instead of pretending that flying upside is impossible, astronauts and pilots train on a device called a Bárnáy chair. Trainees are blindfolded and twirled around several times to severely disorient them. They are tasked to identify where they think they are⸻ only to be shown that their internal senses will lead them astray under certain conditions. They are trained that they cannot always trust their senses.

I’ve experienced a similar situation when I went rock climbing a few years ago. Some of you may be picturing me out in the Grand Canyon with my trusty rock climbing gear ready to climb a 1000 ft. rock wall before the sun rises. Nope. I was at the school gym. As I began climbing, all I had to do was focus on following the path of hand and foot holds. I discovered about 20 new muscles that I never knew I had and learned to focus on breathing while taking one step at a time. I didn’t have to look up or ahead. I just had to focus on what was right around me. I got to a point ¾ up the way where I couldn’t easily figure out my next step. As I took a moment to pause, think and search, I heard the guy holding my ropes say, “You are doing a great job!”. Then I looked back and saw that I had gone up a pretty high distance. Up until that point I never considered how high I was. I was rushed with an overwhelming fear of heights and began climbing back down. I never made it to the top.

As I was climbing up the wall, I only needed to see where the next marker was located for me to grab hold of. My sense of awareness changed the moment I decided that the distance from the ground superseded what I had known to be true– I was safe, doing fine, and firmly, yet precariously planted on the wall. In that one second, I became completely disoriented.

Experienced pilots and rock climbers know that you can’t always trust what you see. And, sometimes they can’t always trust their instincts. The second half of this very long letter goes into ways on how we can augment our proprioception to overcome challenges and circumstances.

Internal tools: Presence of Mind

A few years ago, a few friends and I decided to go to Lake Tahoe during Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday weekend. We knew the roads would be icy, especially in the mountains. Most of us grew up in California had never driven in anything outside of sunshine and occasional rain. We were also collectively broke, so flying to Tahoe was not an option. Eventually, two people decided they would drive rental cars with half the group in each SUV. At one point, I can’t really explain why this happened, but as we were driving slowly and cautiously when the car suddenly started to spin out of control. The driver, Joe, had the presence of mind to take his foot off the bake and turn into the direction of the skid.  All I remember was saying over and over again, “We’re o.k. We’re o.k. We’re o.k.”, until we finally stopped spinning about 5-10 rotations later. I feel like that was the only way I knew how to pray in that moment. And I thank God⸻ not in a sarcastic mocking way⸻ that we didn’t crash into anyone or anything as we spun across the freeway. When the car finally stopped our car was positioned in the 4th lane near the freeway median facing the direction traffic was moving in.

Maybe my memory is corrupted. Maybe it didn’t happen like that. Maybe I wasn’t saying “We’re o.k. We’re o.k. We’re o.k.”, but I know for sure that event happened.

I mentioned that Joe had the presence of mind to keep control of the car instead of panicking like I probably would have done. What does it mean to have ‘the presence of mind’? It’s a cool term describing when intuition and experience ignites at the right moment. People are always experience all five senses⸻ taste, sound, sight, touch, smell⸻ but we are only actively aware of one or two in any given moment. The brain is constantly passively gathering information and small details at all times. The temperature, background noise, floating thoughts, advertisements, etc. Every single moment of our lives, we are passively taking in hundreds if not thousands of pieces of information. Malcom Gladwell discusses how our intuition is the accumulation or memory of all of the things we’ve experienced but didn’t cognitively process. We may actively act on 1 or two things ⸻  i.e. turn the heat on if you notice it is getting cold or delete my email when you receive it ⸻  but the brains process all information. (Also, another good book is The Gift of Fear which dissects how our intuition keeps us safe).

‘Presence of mind’ is knowing something without knowing how or why you know the information. It’s having the answer to a trivia question about a movie you never saw. (Hint: The movie is probably really famous, thus that is why they have made a trivia question about it. Because it is a famous movie, other movies/ tv shows/ books/ public figures have referenced key parts of the movie, and you subconsciously remembered those references to the movie you’ve never seen.) For instance, you may not know who John Tanner Williams is, but if I played some of his music you may say, “I don’t normally like classical music but this sounds really nice!” Why? Because he has composed the main scores for movies like Jurassic Park, Star Wars, Jaws, Home Alone, E.T., Indiana Jones, and Harry Potter. He may not compose music you would buy nor would you hear on your favorite radio stations. However, he has written many musical scores for major blockbuster movies that you’ve probably have already seen or heard in a commercial advertising the moving. In other words, you don’t have a choice to not like any of his music. You have been subconsciously conditioned to a have a positive inclination to the songs he has composed.

External Tools: Instrument Flight Tools and Chalk

Experienced climbers and pilots have honed their intuition through practice and experience. Both are trained to know that they have to trust their tools when all else fails, short of falling unconscious. Their tools are not subjected to the feelings of the pilot or the climber.

Pilots can lose sight of the horizon and all other reference points. They fly to altitudes where there are only clouds above, clouds below, and darkness all around. And at some point⸻ and it probably happened really slowly as they are navigating through turbulence ⸻  a pilot can be turned upside down. How scary! Feeling right side up when the plane’s instruments indicate the plane is flying upside down. I can’t imagine the internal struggle pilots face when they know something to be true that contradicts one thing designed to save the pilot’s life. Pilots have to be conditioned, trained, and mentally prepared to let go of control and begin to fly in ‘instrument meteorological conditions’, rather than using their proprioception and visual references. This requires a special qualification deeming a pilot to be fit to fly under ‘Instrument Flight Rules’ in adverse circumstances like this. They have to fully trust that their instruments and training will get them right side up and to their destination safely.

Even solo free rock climbers have tools. These people a different breed of people who climb mountains using just their bare hands and feet⸻ no safety ropes⸻ for fun. Of course people fall to their death doing this all of the time. I was watching this video of Alex Honnold, who is alive and well, who climbed one of the most steep (meaning completely vertical) rocks, El Capitain, in Yosemite. (You will fall out of your own chair for him when you watch the video.) Anyways, even without ropes he still has one tool- chalk. Chalk is used to keep the climber’s hands dry as they profusely sweat knowing any step could be their last step. Chalk is also used in preparation for the climb. Climbers may rappel down a mountain and mark key foot and hand holds imbedded in the rock prior to free climbing the mountain. Chalk marks serve as little reminders, as the climber ascend the mountain, that there is a known path to the destination no matter how exhausted or unsure the climber feels.  All the climber has to do is get to the next chalk mark and repeat until they get to the top. The climber has to trust in their tools when they can’t trust in their stamina. They have no choice once they commit to climbing a mountain with no ropes. A climber can ascend a mountain with no ropes, but they cannot go down without them. Nobody can come save the climber.

To end this extra-long monthly rambling with one of my favorite quotes: When you cannot trust your sight, trust your vision. Sometimes your sense of awareness, an aspect contributing to your overall proprioception, is slightly off. But you have all the internal and external tools you need to re-orientate yourself.

 

As always, I love hearing from you. You can find all of my old letters at https://fearwaslastseason.wordpress.com/

 

Brianna

Ps: Maggie: Maybe he just lost sight of the horizon. I was watching this documentary on JFK Jr. You remember when his plane went down? … Anyway, Kennedy was a novice pilot. He was flying at night, and the clouds came in, and his instruments were telling him which way was up, but he didn’t trust them. The truth was right in front of him, and he couldn’t see it. He lost sight of the horizon and nosedived, and by the time he realized what was happening, it was too late, and he couldn’t pull up.

Gary: What does this have to do– (with suicide)

Maggie: That’s depression. Now maybe he wasn’t depressed; maybe something else was going on. People keep secrets from loved ones, and sometimes, you don’t even know they have these secrets until an event like this happens.

 

Brianna M. Singleton

 

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If you can leave everything behind, you’ll return with much more than when you came~

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Jurassic Park – Main Theme

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Star Wars Main Theme (Full)

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JAWS Offical Theme – John Williams

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John Williams conducts E.T. – Adventures on Earth

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Gardens and Magnum Opus

Dear family and friends,

 

I’ve forgotten how to be a writer. Maybe not completely forgotten, but sitting at the computer feels foreign because I haven’t had to do my usual excessive amount of writing in a long time. I’m deeply appreciative of this process, which I’ve taken for granted, of letting my mind roam as my fingers chase after it. I’m reminded as to why I sit here and disentangle my thoughts on “paper”. The seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days, the weeks, the months, the years just come and go so quickly. What a wonderful opportunity it is to be able to reflect on life, in the midst of life, as I grapple with the question: Are my best days behind me? Cheers to turning 30.

 

I’m always searching for an event, a memory, or something I read to spark some profound insight of pure genius to include in these letters. I’m still searching; however, this letter is late and I must write something. This month’s inspiration in my little garden.

 

By no means would any reasonable person call my humble set-up and actual garden. I live in a little apartment and I lack a green thumb. After killing everything that they say is nearly impossible to kill — bamboo, aloe, succulents– my garden consists of an air plant, a bonsai tree, and an empty greenhouse that will one day house my indoor herbs. It sounds pathetic, but I love this little corner of space filled with life. I know one day I will graduate to potted plants. I may even move to a home that has a place to put seeds in the dirt one day.

 

My little garden represents my entire existence.  It is representative of my boundaries, responsibilities, aesthetic appreciation, and what I hope to manifest in the world.

 

Every literal and figurative garden has permeable boundaries. Gardens are unique to each owner, and its boundaries are clearly demarcated. Go for a walk in any neighborhood and you’ll find fences or a change in landscape serving as a property line separating one person’s home from their neighbor’s. Property lines only exist because both neighbors agree to social norms acknowledging the existence of said imaginary line. Thus, all borders, walls, barriers, boundaries and property lines are either imaginary or only have significance if people accept that boundaries and borders serve a purpose.

 

Gardens show us the different ways the personal boundaries we build have no real meaning outside of social cooperation. We are all dependent on the interconnectedness of all of life, despite the imaginary boundaries that we erect. For instance, if the soil on your neighbor’s side of the fence is unhealthy, so will be yours. Boundaries only mark the gardener’s comfort zone of where they feel safe and would feel comfortably imprisoned should they build their walls high.

 

When I think of a gardener, I think of a little old grandma with her shears singing to her plants and pruning away the unhealthy parts of the plants. There is a certain level of responsibility to provide adequate fertilizer, consistent water, and to apply techniques to prevent the infestation of critters and weeds. However, she also benefits from everything in the ecosystem– worms, pollinators, good climate, etc– simply existing so that her garden can thrive. There are things outside of her control, yet she should care about and actively support the health of, that is good for both her, her garden, and her neighborhood. The principles of gardening exhibit the underlying  responsibility in creating a more just and humane society. As we work on making our own garden beautiful we can consider our responsibility to positively contribute to our greater community.

 

I’ve learned how to connect and apply responsible (life) gardening tips from two people. First, in an environmental health class taught by Dr. Barbara Sattler, she pointed out the irony of spraying poison, particularly round up and other pesticides, on your living garden. It doesn’t make your plant or soil healthier, nor does it work for the complete elimination of pest. A better alternative is to apply integrated pest management techniques- using plants native to the region, increasing the diversity of your plants, and taking care and enriching the soil just as much as you do the flowers- to keep the pest away. In other words, you are better off learning from and cooperating with nature rather than trying to poison the Earth. Similarly, the brilliant Dr. Camara Jones provides an allegory in the Gardener’s Tale describing how we are all gardeners who are responsible for addressing the systemic toxicity of racism on health and wellness. There is a parallel of being a good steward of the land and being a decent human being.

 

Gardens can teach us we don’t have to own everything to appreciate things. One of my favorite things to do when I travel to new cities is to visit botanical gardens. I can walk around the garden for hours and feel good around the flowers with feeling like I have to own it to appreciate the curating and landscaping. That doesn’t hold true for most other things. For instance, my closet is filled with a lot of clothes that I don’t actually wear, but I feel the need to keep it in my possession. Most of the clothes decorate my closet more so than my body. Possessing items clearly does not equal appreciating those items. Strolling through botanical gardens is one of the few times I take pleasure in simply seeing something beautiful and knowing that its existence is more important than taking possession of it. I wonder how much different life would be if I applied that to other areas of my life.

 

The point of curating a garden is to produce a tangible representation of who you are to achieve some level of accomplishment. Many people do this figuratively through work, hobbies, art, writing, etc. They might produce lots of things, but there may be one statement piece, their magnum opus, which becomes their masterpiece that stands out beyond the rest. Its similar to the author who may have one iconic book that became a bestseller and 20 other books that never gained the same popularity.

 

Mozart, Nina Simone, Frida Kahlo, Langston Hughes, Lorraine Hansberry, and many, many others embody the spirit of those who mastered their craft and produced their magnum opus– their greatest work of art, activism, literature, or music that has profoundly touched the lives of millions of people across generations. Just as with gardening, the magnum opus represents the pinnacle of boundaries, responsibilities, aesthetic appreciation, and producing.

 

To produce something worth considering a magnum opus requires having permeable boundaries. The difference between people who become famous and those who produce something meaningful in the world are keenly aware of the environment in which their garden is growing and what they need to produce to make the world better. They are creators that have transcended the bounds of their comfort zones and imaginary boundaries to create art that touches people beyond their inner circle. They simultaneously erect new standards and demolish stifling boundaries in different aspects of their crafts — they are clearly in a league of their own. Actively challenging established norms and breaking down barriers separates those who change the world from those who are just popular in the world.

 

To truly create one’s magnum opus, there is a consistent level of discipline, responsibility and accountability to seeing the end product come into fruition. I know it sounds cliche, but many people want to bypass the journey and get to the end result. The process of creating the magnum opus will vary widely. What is true, regardless of circumstance, is that the magnum opus reflects  the process and dedication it took to manifest it into the world.

 

In conclusion, I started writing this letter in order to figure out if my best days are behind me. Am I just sitting in my garden of life because I’ve already created my magnum opus? Am I going to just pay bills, pay down my student loans, pay taxes, and repeat for the next 50 years?

 

Possibly. At least I can say I love my garden.

 

We are all continually building physical and metaphorical gardens. Gardens will never die as long as the gardener is attentive to it. It will constantly produce and manifest beautiful, creative, useful, transformative ideas, products, art, relationships, dreams, businesses, and whatever you desire to put forth into this world. The magnum opus is just a singular product of the garden, not the purpose of building the garden.

 

Mozart, Nina Simone, Frida Kahlo, Langston Hughes, and Lorraine Hansberry were relatively popular when they were alive, but the posthumous appreciation of their body of work eclipsed  the popularity they had experienced in life. I wonder if they lived their life chasing their magnum opus instead of sitting in the garden of their artistic expression. Probably so– activist and artist rarely find contentment. In general, most people passively develop beautiful gardens they never fully appreciate because they focus too hard on the weeds and the absence of the magnum opus.

 

If you look at their careers you would believe you only get one magnum opus per lifetime. However, I disagree. We are allowed to evolve and live many different chapters in life, each having its own magnum opus of that time period. I saw this quote the other day: Evolve so hard that people have to get to know you again. I would modify it to say: Evolve so hard that even you have to get to know yourself again. We are allowed to consciously and actively renew our gardens whenever we want so that we can produce whatever we want. We are allowed to change with the seasons of life, and in each season of life we are allowed to work on and produce a new Magnum Opus.


I leave you with these parting words: “I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days before you’ve actually left them.”

Shadows and Proprioception

Dear Family and Friends,

What could be better than spending 30 minutes reading through one of my long emails? Spending 2 hours binge watching videos of people experiencing sheer terror from irrational fears is perhaps a close second. My favorite videos are of children who discover their own shadow. It is hilarious watching kids grapple with semi-terror induced by their own shadow that follows their every footstep. They run, stumble, and mutter as they seek help from the nearest adult. They are inconsolable as the laughing adult holding the camera tries to tell them, “it’s just your shadow”. (This is where I give you permission to binge watch 30 minutes of youtube videos on the subject matter at hand.) Ironically, adults are the ones who unconsciously teach children to fear the potential dangers that lurk in the dark. Children are told stories of ghosts, ferbies, trolls, and the boogeyman who live in the shadows of the night, under the bed, and in the back of closets patiently waiting to wreak havoc.

A child’s brain develops rapidly between the ages of 1-5. So much of the world is unknown to them, yet rapidly do new things causing the vast world to become known and familiar. Thus, children tend to outgrow their fears quickly as their brain develops a sense of self-awareness, safety, and ability to overcome things. Children are usually hyper aware of their own shadow only once or twice, and then never pay attention to it again. As they grow older, children develop another sense of self-awareness, proprioception, that allows them to skillfully run, jump, and play more difficult games requiring advance mental and physical coordination. Children continue developing aspects of their identity—values, judgment, sexual desires, independence, and self-esteem—that unfold and reveal a clear picture of who they are.

This month I’ve been thinking about what does it mean to be self-aware. Do I have the self-awareness that I accuse other people of lacking? (Yes, I judge people.)  What does it mean to develop a full sense of self? As always, I’ve come to no conclusions, but I’ve thought through peculiar idiosyncrasies of shadows and proprioception as proxies for self-awareness for this month’s letter.

Shadows are not ‘you’, per se, but they manifest in relation to where you are situated relative to a light source. The sun can produce a fully formed shadow of your body, while incandescent lighting usually produces a translucent cast on the wall.

The significance of shadows is often illuminated in movies and poetry. Shadows were a crucial component in movies produced in the golden era of film noir. Stories were enhanced by the entrance, touch, and exit of eerie shadows. Movie writers, directors, and producers deeply respected and made space for the idea that a person’s shadow is an existential identity of key characters.

Spoken word artist, Jasmine Manns, describes the gravity and impact of shadows in one of her poems poetically recounting a situation where one young man violently murders another young man. She takes a moment to focus on both young men’s mothers. After the incident, one mother is so shaken by the murder that she becomes afraid of her own shadow. The other mother, just as deeply and profoundly wounded, becomes a shadow herself. The tragedy left both women so disoriented there is no way to distinguish the mother of the murdered from the mother of the murderer. While I belly-laugh at children who are afraid of their own shadows, my heart breaks for adults walking through this world afraid of their own shadow or feeling just as empty as a one.

Similar to the experience of a child, adults, too, can focus so intently on their shadow that they begin to act so irrational that it literally and figuratively throws off their balance. A person’s proprioception, the coordination between the mind and body, allows people to move easily, quickly, and effectively throughout the world.  Proprioception is the complex intertwining of sensory, judgement, and control that cumulates into the perception of location, movement, and action. In my nursing practice, sometimes I will ask a patient to stand up, close their eyes, and lift their arms out. I am testing their proprioception and observing if they can maintain their balance without having to rely on visual cues to keep them steady. Proprioception gives us a sense of where we are in the world and how we should move through it.

Children who notice their shadow use a variety of techniques that require a command of proprioception. Well-coordinated children who are deathly afraid of their shadow will do one of two things. First, some children will run. But not just run. Tthey will coordinate running forward while looking back to see if the shadow is still chasing them. Secondly, other children will try and stomp on the shadow. Balancing on one foot, stomping on a shadow that keeps moving as you move, while crying/ screaming at the same time is not as easy as you think. Both types of children are utilizing mechanisms of control. One is searching to preserve self and safety by running from their problems. The other will take it upon their self to annihilate their newly found treacherous enemy by any means necessary. Other kids become so paralyzed by their shadow that all they can do is cry. When asked what is wrong, they look at their shadow in hopes that the adult instinctively knows to make the shadow go away. Usually, the parent laughs because they realize that child’s reaction of fear and terror is disproportionate to the benign existence of their shadow. Thus, the child is continually laughed at until they can’t cry anymore or they are distracted from their shadow.

I’m sorry, did I say kids? I can’t remember if I’m talking about kids or adults any more.

 While most adult problems aren’t as benign as recognizing a shadow, people spend an exuberant amount of time focusing on the shadows of life while missing the beautiful day. Shadows, in this letter, are empty things such as fear, worry, vulnerability, helplessness, concern, apprehension, anxiety, and uncertainty. This is not a dismissal of emotions—I respect every experience we feel—but just like your shadow, those emotions exist, yet are incapable of hurting you. Each person decides to focus on their shadow or not. Each person determines the importance of their shadow.

Not everyone is afraid of their shadow.

Some kids love shadows. They find amusement, sparked by a sense of wonder and curiosity, when they recognize that they can interact with the vague animated form on the wall or ground. They will play with their hands and create shadow puppets. They dance with their shadows. One of my favorite games growing up was called shadow. (O.k. I’m calling the game ‘shadow’ for the purpose of my letter.) One person was the leader and the other person, the shadow, had to mimic everything the leader did. If the leader did the funky chicken dance, the shadow did the funky chicken dance. It was equally fun being both the leader and the shadow. Actually, it was probably more fun being the shadow.

Some adults move towards their shadow. Julia Cameron describes shadow artist as adults who choose a career and lifestyle that pays the bills and hits all of the traditional heteronormative responsibilities, yet secretively desire to be an artist. They spend their entire life supporting the arts or hanging out with other artists, wishing they would have pursued an art-centered life for themselves. Other adults do shadow work. Shadow work is an intense delve into your inner-self, the id. Other adults take junk, mold and shape it with care and intention, to create extraordinary pieces of art. (This is kind of random, but I’m reminded of one of my favorite quotes: All of the beauty in life is made up of shadows and light.)

As adults, making peace with your shadow—which becomes more or less illuminated depending on whatever you are going through—gives us better proprioception. The self-awareness from both allows us to move more easily through the world and provides intentionality to the spaces and places we fill. You become a little bit more balanced and you stop running from the things you just need to accept. You grow comfortable with darkness and the areas that have been touched by the light. This process is the same as experienced by a child, once afraid of the dark,  who eventually feels more secure in their room—with or without the lights on.

  In my concluding thought—which I can’t figure out how this fits in with the rest of what I wrote—is that even if your shadows become too much, remember that what we call a ‘shadow’ is no different from ‘shade’ cast by a tree that provides reprieve from the sun.

Shadows and Proprioception

Dear Family and Friends,

What could be better than spending 30 minutes reading through one of my long emails? Spending 2 hours binge watching videos of people experiencing sheer terror from irrational fears is perhaps a close second. My favorite videos are of children who discover their own shadow. It is hilarious watching kids grapple with semi-terror induced by their own shadow that follows their every footstep. They run, stumble, and mutter as they seek help from the nearest adult. They are inconsolable as the laughing adult holding the camera tries to tell them, “it’s just your shadow”. (This is where I give you permission to binge watch 30 minutes of youtube videos on the subject matter at hand.) Ironically, adults are the ones who unconsciously teach children to fear the potential dangers that lurk in the dark. Children are told stories of ghosts, ferbies, trolls, and the boogeyman who live in the shadows of the night, under the bed, and in the back of closets patiently waiting to wreak havoc.

A child’s brain develops rapidly between the ages of 1-5. So much of the world is unknown to them, yet rapidly do new things causing the vast world to become known and familiar. Thus, children tend to outgrow their fears quickly as their brain develops a sense of self-awareness, safety, and ability to overcome things. Children are usually hyper aware of their own shadow only once or twice, and then never pay attention to it again. As they grow older, children develop another sense of self-awareness, proprioception, that allows them to skillfully run, jump, and play more difficult games requiring advance mental and physical coordination. Children continue developing aspects of their identity—values, judgment, sexual desires, independence, and self-esteem—that unfold and reveal a clear picture of who they are.

This month I’ve been thinking about what does it mean to be self-aware. Do I have the self-awareness that I accuse other people of lacking? (Yes, I judge people.)  What does it mean to develop a full sense of self? As always, I’ve come to no conclusions, but I’ve thought through peculiar idiosyncrasies of shadows and proprioception as proxies for self-awareness for this month’s letter.

Shadows are not ‘you’, per se, but they manifest in relation to where you are situated relative to a light source. The sun can produce a fully formed shadow of your body, while incandescent lighting usually produces a translucent cast on the wall.

The significance of shadows is often illuminated in movies and poetry. Shadows were a crucial component in movies produced in the golden era of film noir. Stories were enhanced by the entrance, touch, and exit of eerie shadows. Movie writers, directors, and producers deeply respected and made space for the idea that a person’s shadow is an existential identity of key characters.

Spoken word artist, Jasmine Manns, describes the gravity and impact of shadows in one of her poems poetically recounting a situation where one young man violently murders another young man. She takes a moment to focus on both young men’s mothers. After the incident, one mother is so shaken by the murder that she becomes afraid of her own shadow. The other mother, just as deeply and profoundly wounded, becomes a shadow herself. The tragedy left both women so disoriented there is no way to distinguish the mother of the murdered from the mother of the murderer. While I belly-laugh at children who are afraid of their own shadows, my heart breaks for adults walking through this world afraid of their own shadow or feeling just as empty as a one.

Similar to the experience of a child, adults, too, can focus so intently on their shadow that they begin to act so irrational that it literally and figuratively throws off their balance. A person’s proprioception, the coordination between the mind and body, allows people to move easily, quickly, and effectively throughout the world.  Proprioception is the complex intertwining of sensory, judgement, and control that cumulates into the perception of location, movement, and action. In my nursing practice, sometimes I will ask a patient to stand up, close their eyes, and lift their arms out. I am testing their proprioception and observing if they can maintain their balance without having to rely on visual cues to keep them steady. Proprioception gives us a sense of where we are in the world and how we should move through it.

Children who notice their shadow use a variety of techniques that require a command of proprioception. Well-coordinated children who are deathly afraid of their shadow will do one of two things. First, some children will run. But not just run. Tthey will coordinate running forward while looking back to see if the shadow is still chasing them. Secondly, other children will try and stomp on the shadow. Balancing on one foot, stomping on a shadow that keeps moving as you move, while crying/ screaming at the same time is not as easy as you think. Both types of children are utilizing mechanisms of control. One is searching to preserve self and safety by running from their problems. The other will take it upon their self to annihilate their newly found treacherous enemy by any means necessary. Other kids become so paralyzed by their shadow that all they can do is cry. When asked what is wrong, they look at their shadow in hopes that the adult instinctively knows to make the shadow go away. Usually, the parent laughs because they realize that child’s reaction of fear and terror is disproportionate to the benign existence of their shadow. Thus, the child is continually laughed at until they can’t cry anymore or they are distracted from their shadow.

I’m sorry, did I say kids? I can’t remember if I’m talking about kids or adults any more.

 While most adult problems aren’t as benign as recognizing a shadow, people spend an exuberant amount of time focusing on the shadows of life while missing the beautiful day. Shadows, in this letter, are empty things such as fear, worry, vulnerability, helplessness, concern, apprehension, anxiety, and uncertainty. This is not a dismissal of emotions—I respect every experience we feel—but just like your shadow, those emotions exist, yet are incapable of hurting you. Each person decides to focus on their shadow or not. Each person determines the importance of their shadow.

Not everyone is afraid of their shadow.

Some kids love shadows. They find amusement, sparked by a sense of wonder and curiosity, when they recognize that they can interact with the vague animated form on the wall or ground. They will play with their hands and create shadow puppets. They dance with their shadows. One of my favorite games growing up was called shadow. (O.k. I’m calling the game ‘shadow’ for the purpose of my letter.) One person was the leader and the other person, the shadow, had to mimic everything the leader did. If the leader did the funky chicken dance, the shadow did the funky chicken dance. It was equally fun being both the leader and the shadow. Actually, it was probably more fun being the shadow.

Some adults move towards their shadow. Julia Cameron describes shadow artist as adults who choose a career and lifestyle that pays the bills and hits all of the traditional heteronormative responsibilities, yet secretively desire to be an artist. They spend their entire life supporting the arts or hanging out with other artists, wishing they would have pursued an art-centered life for themselves. Other adults do shadow work. Shadow work is an intense delve into your inner-self, the id. Other adults take junk, mold and shape it with care and intention, to create extraordinary pieces of art. (This is kind of random, but I’m reminded of one of my favorite quotes: All of the beauty in life is made up of shadows and light.)

As adults, making peace with your shadow—which becomes more or less illuminated depending on whatever you are going through—gives us better proprioception. The self-awareness from both allows us to move more easily through the world and provides intentionality to the spaces and places we fill. You become a little bit more balanced and you stop running from the things you just need to accept. You grow comfortable with darkness and the areas that have been touched by the light. This process is the same as experienced by a child, once afraid of the dark,  who eventually feels more secure in their room—with or without the lights on.

  In my concluding thought—which I can’t figure out how this fits in with the rest of what I wrote—is that even if your shadows become too much, remember that what we call a ‘shadow’ is no different from ‘shade’ cast by a tree that provides reprieve from the sun.

Gardens and Magnum Opus

Dear family and friends,

 

I’ve forgotten how to be a writer. Maybe not completely forgotten, but sitting at the computer feels foreign because I haven’t had to do my usual excessive amount of writing in a long time. I’m deeply appreciative of this process, which I’ve taken for granted, of letting my mind roam as my fingers chase after it. I’m reminded as to why I sit here and disentangle my thoughts on “paper”. The seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days, the weeks, the months, the years just come and go so quickly. What a wonderful opportunity it is to be able to reflect on life, in the midst of life, as I grapple with the question: Are my best days behind me? Cheers to turning 30.

 

I’m always searching for an event, a memory, or something I read to spark some profound insight of pure genius to include in these letters. I’m still searching; however, this letter is late and I must write something. This month’s inspiration in my little garden.

 

By no means would any reasonable person call my humble set-up and actual garden. I live in a little apartment and I lack a green thumb. After killing everything that they say is nearly impossible to kill — bamboo, aloe, succulents– my garden consists of an air plant, a bonsai tree, and an empty greenhouse that will one day house my indoor herbs. It sounds pathetic, but I love this little corner of space filled with life. I know one day I will graduate to potted plants. I may even move to a home that has a place to put seeds in the dirt one day.

 

My little garden represents my entire existence.  It is representative of my boundaries, responsibilities, aesthetic appreciation, and what I hope to manifest in the world.

 

Every literal and figurative garden has permeable boundaries. Gardens are unique to each owner, and its boundaries are clearly demarcated. Go for a walk in any neighborhood and you’ll find fences or a change in landscape serving as a property line separating one person’s home from their neighbor’s. Property lines only exist because both neighbors agree to social norms acknowledging the existence of said imaginary line. Thus, all borders, walls, barriers, boundaries and property lines are either imaginary or only have significance if people accept that boundaries and borders serve a purpose.

 

Gardens show us the different ways the personal boundaries we build have no real meaning outside of social cooperation. We are all dependent on the interconnectedness of all of life, despite the imaginary boundaries that we erect. For instance, if the soil on your neighbor’s side of the fence is unhealthy, so will be yours. Boundaries only mark the gardener’s comfort zone of where they feel safe and would feel comfortably imprisoned should they build their walls high.

 

When I think of a gardener, I think of a little old grandma with her shears singing to her plants and pruning away the unhealthy parts of the plants. There is a certain level of responsibility to provide adequate fertilizer, consistent water, and to apply techniques to prevent the infestation of critters and weeds. However, she also benefits from everything in the ecosystem– worms, pollinators, good climate, etc– simply existing so that her garden can thrive. There are things outside of her control, yet she should care about and actively support the health of, that is good for both her, her garden, and her neighborhood. The principles of gardening exhibit the underlying  responsibility in creating a more just and humane society. As we work on making our own garden beautiful we can consider our responsibility to positively contribute to our greater community.

 

I’ve learned how to connect and apply responsible (life) gardening tips from two people. First, in an environmental health class taught by Dr. Barbara Sattler, she pointed out the irony of spraying poison, particularly round up and other pesticides, on your living garden. It doesn’t make your plant or soil healthier, nor does it work for the complete elimination of pest. A better alternative is to apply integrated pest management techniques- using plants native to the region, increasing the diversity of your plants, and taking care and enriching the soil just as much as you do the flowers- to keep the pest away. In other words, you are better off learning from and cooperating with nature rather than trying to poison the Earth. Similarly, the brilliant Dr. Camara Jones provides an allegory in the Gardener’s Tale describing how we are all gardeners who are responsible for addressing the systemic toxicity of racism on health and wellness. There is a parallel of being a good steward of the land and being a decent human being.

 

Gardens can teach us we don’t have to own everything to appreciate things. One of my favorite things to do when I travel to new cities is to visit botanical gardens. I can walk around the garden for hours and feel good around the flowers with feeling like I have to own it to appreciate the curating and landscaping. That doesn’t hold true for most other things. For instance, my closet is filled with a lot of clothes that I don’t actually wear, but I feel the need to keep it in my possession. Most of the clothes decorate my closet more so than my body. Possessing items clearly does not equal appreciating those items. Strolling through botanical gardens is one of the few times I take pleasure in simply seeing something beautiful and knowing that its existence is more important than taking possession of it. I wonder how much different life would be if I applied that to other areas of my life.

 

The point of curating a garden is to produce a tangible representation of who you are to achieve some level of accomplishment. Many people do this figuratively through work, hobbies, art, writing, etc. They might produce lots of things, but there may be one statement piece, their magnum opus, which becomes their masterpiece that stands out beyond the rest. Its similar to the author who may have one iconic book that became a bestseller and 20 other books that never gained the same popularity.

 

Mozart, Nina Simone, Frida Kahlo, Langston Hughes, Lorraine Hansberry, and many, many others embody the spirit of those who mastered their craft and produced their magnum opus– their greatest work of art, activism, literature, or music that has profoundly touched the lives of millions of people across generations. Just as with gardening, the magnum opus represents the pinnacle of boundaries, responsibilities, aesthetic appreciation, and producing.

 

To produce something worth considering a magnum opus requires having permeable boundaries. The difference between people who become famous and those who produce something meaningful in the world are keenly aware of the environment in which their garden is growing and what they need to produce to make the world better. They are creators that have transcended the bounds of their comfort zones and imaginary boundaries to create art that touches people beyond their inner circle. They simultaneously erect new standards and demolish stifling boundaries in different aspects of their crafts — they are clearly in a league of their own. Actively challenging established norms and breaking down barriers separates those who change the world from those who are just popular in the world.

 

To truly create one’s magnum opus, there is a consistent level of discipline, responsibility and accountability to seeing the end product come into fruition. I know it sounds cliche, but many people want to bypass the journey and get to the end result. The process of creating the magnum opus will vary widely. What is true, regardless of circumstance, is that the magnum opus reflects  the process and dedication it took to manifest it into the world.

 

In conclusion, I started writing this letter in order to figure out if my best days are behind me. Am I just sitting in my garden of life because I’ve already created my magnum opus? Am I going to just pay bills, pay down my student loans, pay taxes, and repeat for the next 50 years?

 

Possibly. At least I can say I love my garden.

 

We are all continually building physical and metaphorical gardens. Gardens will never die as long as the gardener is attentive to it. It will constantly produce and manifest beautiful, creative, useful, transformative ideas, products, art, relationships, dreams, businesses, and whatever you desire to put forth into this world. The magnum opus is just a singular product of the garden, not the purpose of building the garden.

 

Mozart, Nina Simone, Frida Kahlo, Langston Hughes, and Lorraine Hansberry were relatively popular when they were alive, but the posthumous appreciation of their body of work eclipsed  the popularity they had experienced in life. I wonder if they lived their life chasing their magnum opus instead of sitting in the garden of their artistic expression. Probably so– activist and artist rarely find contentment. In general, most people passively develop beautiful gardens they never fully appreciate because they focus too hard on the weeds and the absence of the magnum opus.

 

If you look at their careers you would believe you only get one magnum opus per lifetime. However, I disagree. We are allowed to evolve and live many different chapters in life, each having its own magnum opus of that time period. I saw this quote the other day: Evolve so hard that people have to get to know you again. I would modify it to say: Evolve so hard that even you have to get to know yourself again. We are allowed to consciously and actively renew our gardens whenever we want so that we can produce whatever we want. We are allowed to change with the seasons of life, and in each season of life we are allowed to work on and produce a new Magnum Opus.


I leave you with these parting words: “I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good old days before you’ve actually left them.”