Category Archives: Social Science

So How’s The Weather?

Sometimes I want to write, but I don’t know about what. Hazy ideas drift in my mind that I want to catch in my hands to examine. Then I begin to think about my readers, about what might be over-revealing and therefore not professional, and I freeze. My fingers hover above the keys, the energy of expression jammed against their tips. There is a gossamer line that divides the personal from the professional in my work. Self-disclosing to clients can be therapeutic, up to a point. One must always be aware of whom the disclosure serves; if it is oneself, the therapist, then it’s best not to. However, Yalom suggests that decades of emphasis on “being a blank slate” to clients has not been helpful. When clients see us as human, they stop idealizing us as perfect, connecting with us realistically and feeling less alone. Yet sometimes a client resists this, does not want to know her therapist has troubles and foibles of her own.

The other issue is that this blog serves the internet community primarily. Most of my clients do not come to me by way of reading this blog. My practice is small and I focus on providing service there. The blog, while professionally focused, also serves a personal need to express, to give voice to my existence. While I have a personal blog which I use as a journal, a place to put raw material that I later shape for posts on this blog, I also want to avoid being a cipher here. Does that wish conflict with my role in the office? The blog also serves as a filter; what I post here may cause some people to choose someone else, for whatever reason. For a long time I kept the secular and sacred compartmentalized, but as I move along my path in life, I see more clearly that I am heading toward spiritual work. This being part of who I am, the blog reflects it. How can I be authentic if I hide a major aspect of myself?

So that is what I occasionally struggle with. And look at that… I managed to write long enough to create a decent post!

The Color of Purity

“The Color of Purity”

Inside myself I breathe
the fragrance of the Friend.

In the garden last night
an urge ran through my head;
a sun shone out of my eyes;
an inner river began to flow.

Lips became laughing roses
without the thorns of existence,
safe from the sword of decay.

The trees and plants in the meadow,
which to normal eyes looked fixed and still,
seemed to dance.
When our tall Cypress appeared,
the garden lost itself entirely,
and the plane tree clapped its hands.

A face of fire, a burning wine,
a blazing love, all happy together,
and the self, overwhelmed, screaming,
“Let me out of here.”

In the world of Unity
there’s no room for number.
But out of necessity number exists
in the worlds of five and four.

You can count a hundred thousand
sweet apples in your hands.
If you wish to make them one,
crush them all together!

Without thinking of the letters,
listen to the language of the heart.
The color of purity
belongs to the creative Source.
Where the sun of Tabriz sits,
my verses line up like willing slaves.

— Version by Kabir Helminski
“Love is a Stranger”
Threshold Books, 1993

One Attempt To Answer

The question of life purpose is a frequent topic on this blog and in my life. It’s also a topic central to religion, philosophy, and existential psychology. Today a guest blogger, Cicada, provides a review of a book that attempts to shed light on the subject.

What Should I Do with My Life? (The True Story of People Who Answered the Ultimate Question)
Po Bronson
Random House, 2002
400 pages
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Po Bronson is a writer obsessed with spirit. Much of his work has been about how people struggle to “hang on to [their souls] against the crushing forces of technology, prestige, and greed.” His latest book, What Should I Do with My Life?, continues this study with stunning results.

I once thought that “The Question” was probably unique to our society, because our relative level of wealth and the everyday amenities we take for granted are so far beyond that of the average world citizen. In other words, one would be likely to ask The Question only when the basic necessities of life (food, clean water, shelter, and so on) had been achieved. I also thought that knowledge of one’s purpose arrived like an epiphany, clearly and loudly. Bronson’s book convinced me otherwise. “Our purpose doesn’t arrive neatly packaged as destiny,” he writes. “We only get a whisper. A blank, nonspecific urge. That’s how it starts.”

Bronson began asking The Question of himself a couple of years ago, when the television show he wrote for was cancelled. Though his three previous books had all been international bestsellers, he had reached a personal existential crisis of sorts. His fame was built on the successes and excesses of the dotcom revolution, which had gone bust. It was a world he understood—a world he had helped to make famous in his books, The Nudist on the Late Shift and The First $20 Million Is the Hardest.

He’d been proud of his work, but after the crash, Bronson felt guilty about pointing people toward Silicon Valley, responsible for the losses they sustained there. Out of work himself, he could have easily gotten other work in the same vein. Somehow that just didn’t feel right to him. Instead, he found himself asking The Question of others. Within a short time, Bronson began hearing from hundreds of people about their own journeys in search of destiny.

Besides Bronson’s own story, there are fifty-five others in What Should I Do with My Life?. The stories come from all over the world, from people late in their lives and from those just starting out, from men and from women, from people of widely diverse racial and socioeconomic backgrounds. Reading the stories, I realized that The Question is truly an essential part of our makeup, hardwired into our very souls. The search for one’s true calling is evolutionary—the only way to find meaningful answers is to dare to be honest with oneself, regardless of how discomforting the results of that honesty might be.

Critics of What Should I Do with My Life? have complained that it is not a “systematic study” nor a “true self-help book”. Bronson’s writing offers no career counseling, no glib answers, no direction or guidance for his subjects, and is therefore “wrong.” These critics have entirely missed the point of the book, which is that there is no easy answer to The Question, no one-size-fits-all approach to finding one’s true calling.

Bronson’s honesty is a revelation—throughout the book he remains open, vulnerable, puzzled, irritated, and intuitive—and worried about his subjects. We see him bothered about the decisions they make, the direction their lives take, as well as wondering about his own journey. He lays bare his own spirit, revealing how his sterling qualities and foibles alike have affected his path. In the end, I found Bronson’s story one of the most compelling in the book. It’s a great read—not a quick one, because finding the meaning of the stories is left to the reader, but I believe that makes it all the more valuable. What you’ll take away from these studies is personal, just like your own answer to The Question.

Attitudinal Healing

I was introduced to the concept of attitudinal healing in graduate school. One of my professors brought a copy of To See Differently to class. I began to peruse it and became intrigued by the principles and exercises. Attitudinal healing positions itself as a way of being that heals the mind and facilitates this healing in the world through our relationships. The focus is on changing from within; in other words, the goal is to identify the attitudes which affect us negatively, understand the source (usually fear), and create an internal shift of perspective which then creates alternate behavior.

However, the approach is not the same as cognitive therapy. In fact, these concepts are not new and have been discussed and practiced in myriad ways over thousands of years. The principles espoused are essential tenets of numerous philosophical, ethical, psychological and religious traditions, notably Mahayana Buddhism, Christian Mysticism, and cognitive therapy. Moreover, centers for attitudinal healing do not provide therapy. Their mission is to provide people the opportunity to facilitate their own transformation.

The approach, while sharing some elements of cognitive theory, is more spiritually focused. Centers offer support programs and trainings for people who may be experiencing grief, illness, loss, or relationship issues. It is yet another path toward creating community that, in this fractured age of too much information and too many distractions, certainly can only help. The exercises focus on developing relationship within oneself and with others. There are centers throughout the U.S., and one of them is located here: Austin Center for Attitudinal Healing. The national site can be found here, and from this you can find where other centers are located. There is also a documentary in the works produced by Wakan Films and the Wakan Foundation for the Arts.

The Principles of Attitudinal Healing

  1. The essence of our being is LOVE.
  2. Health is inner peace. Healing is letting go of fear.
  3. Giving and receiving are the same.
  4. We can let go of the past and of the future.
  5. Now is the only time there is and each instant is for giving.
  6. We can learn to love others and ourselves by forgiving rather than judging.
  7. We can become love finders rather than fault finders.
  8. We can choose and direct ourselves to be peaceful inside regardless of what is happening outside.
  9. We are students and teachers to each other.
  10. We can focus on the whole of life rather than the fragments.
  11. Since love is eternal, death need not be viewed as fearful.
  12. We can always perceive others and ourselves as either extending love or giving a call for help.

Woman Soul

The Indigenous Women’s Network will host their First Annual Alma de Mujer Spring Festival. The event is scheduled for Saturday, March 20, 2004 from 9:00 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. The suggested donation is $5, though children, elders, and single mothers may attend for free. There will be organic plants for sale, food, music, games for children, and other festivities.

They also need volunteers for the event.

Established in 1985, the mission of the IWN is:

In our vision of rebuilding sustainable Indigenous communities, IWN along with her Indigenous sisters internationally focuses on what we commonly believe are the inherent rights of Indigenous peoples: (1) our right to self determine our social, political and economic status, (2) the recognition and respect to our ancestral lands and territories, (3) the recovery of traditional health care practices and access to health care (4) intellectual and cultural property rights and the right to control the biological diversity of our territories.

[Idealist.org]

The Right To Be Here

In my own work and with others, the issue of being has arisen, specifically the sense of uncertainty about one’s right to be here, to exist. What, you say? How can a person question her right to exist? It’s not like any of us had a choice.

Here’s my take on it. Simply not having chosen to be here doesn’t mean one is wanted by those who are responsible for one’s care. An infant is ultimately dependent on its caregivers for survival and nurturance. Children detect rejection or acceptance even before they develop language and thought. If there is, in the child’s life, a caregiver who is resentful, resistant, neglectful, or outright hostile to the child’s presence, this is conveyed and the child senses it.

The theory that psychologists have explored and tested is called Parental Acceptance-Rejection Theory. The theory is divided into sub-theories. The first focuses on personality, and these questions are posed:

  • First, what happens to children who perceive themselves to be loved or unloved by their parents? More specifically, is it true, as the subtheory postulates, that children everywhere — in different sociocultural systems, racial or ethnic groups, genders, and the like — respond in essentially the same way when they perceive themselves to be accepted or rejected by their parents?
  • Second, what are adults like who had been accepted or rejected in childhood? That is, to what degree do the effects of childhood rejection extend into adulthood and old age?

The second sub-theory pertains to coping:

  • What gives some children and adults the resilience to emotionally cope more effectively than most with the experiences of childhood rejection?

The third sub-theory considers the sociocultural systems of parent-child relationships by asking:

  • Why are some parents warm and loving and others cold, aggressive, neglecting/rejecting? Is it true, for example — as PARTheory predicts — that specific psychological, familial, community, and societal factors tend to be reliably associated the world over with specific variations in parental acceptance-rejection?
  • In what way is the total fabric of society as well as the behavior and beliefs of individuals within society affected by the fact that most parents in that society tend to either accept or reject their children? For example, is it true, as PARTheory predicts, that a people’s religious beliefs, artistic preferences, and other expressive beliefs and behaviors tend to be universally associated with their childhood experiences of parental love and love withdrawal?

The interesting aspect of this theory is that it has been examined cross-culturally and longitudinally (over time) for patterns.

A major factor shaping this theory is called “the warmth dimension of parenting.” This dimension explains the quality of the “affectional bond” between parents and children. Using the verbal and physical behaviors as indicators of feeling, warmth can defined on a continuum. On one end are behaviors marked by comfort, concern, acceptance, affection, nurturance, support, and love. These include hugs, kisses, and praise, as well as lovingly responding to the child’s basic needs.

The other end is identified as rejection, displayed either by absence or withdrawal of warm feelings and behaviors, and/or by actively hostile and hurtful behaviors toward the child. These include physically hostile behaviors such as hitting, pinching, throwing things, pushing, or verbal hostility, such as sarcasm, shouting, mocking, saying humiliating things to or about the child.

So, if a child experiences the latter, chances are rejection will be experienced, and this is internalized on a deep, often unconscious, pre-verbal level. It’s important to note that even within loving families, children sometimes experience hurtful words and behavior. What the theory is looking at is an overall pattern. It’s also worth noting that acceptance/rejection can be studied from the subjective perspective (what the child reports feeling) and a behavioral perspective (what behaviors are observed by another person). Further, what the child perceives and what is may differ. In some situations of abuse, the child may not experience this as anything but normal, and might therefore not feel rejected. (Perhaps this is what contributes to resiliency, and some children’s ability to overcome and thrive.)

Any rejection acted out by a parent is about that parent’s fears and not about the one rejected. But a child can’t know that; she has not developed the separate identity which permits this observation. Thus, she grows up feeling different, outside, misunderstood, and really unsure of her own identity, boundaries, and wants. These are deeply rooted beliefs, the core of personality, so changing this takes time. It is via the primary caregiver that a child learns of her worth in the world. A child with rejecting parents may still learn about her own agency if there are other adults who provide acceptance and mentoring, another way of being for the child to model.

Intimacy With God

I recently wrote about the pursuit of happiness and centering prayer. Andy then asked me to elaborate on where my search has taken me. I read a book by the same man whom I referenced in that post, Father Thomas Keating; here are some thoughts on it.

It’s a book titled Intimacy With God, in which he quotes (very briefly) Carlos Castaneda.

I would never in my wildest dreams have imagined a Roman Catholic priest finding anything Castaneda said worthy. I’m impressed.

The book is an excellent introduction to the concept of contemplative prayer in the Christian tradition, and its emergence to meet the needs of disaffected Catholics (and later, Protestants) seeking a more meaningful, deeper connection with the divine. Keating explains the practice in clear terms and in the context of Christian doctrine. For someone like myself, it has introduced a way of praying that combines my core beliefs and spiritual roots in Christianity with the meditative aspects that the Eastern religions foster (and to which I am drawn).

I also find appealing his use of Centering Prayer as a relationship with God, the “Divine Therapist,” which implies the friendship, trust, and intimacy inherent in psychotherapy. The process of contemplative prayer is to consent to God healing us, by resting in Its presence while the Holy Spirit manifests Herself in us. In the state of deep rest, undigested emotional material arises (due to relaxed defenses) from the unconscious and is evacuated, bringing one a step closer to intimacy — union in love — with God. Keating remarks that this is a lifelong process and practice. He clarifies the distinction between clinical depression and the periods of “dark nights of the soul” which imply that the transformation is occurring. He also recognizes that while psychology and spirituality overlap, each “has a distinct emphasis and integrity that needs to be respected.”

Many of Keating’s words enlightened me, but this statement is one I want to note, because it presents a simple truth:

All spiritual exercises are designed to reduce the monumental illusion that God is absent. Not so. We just think so. Since the way we think is the way we usually act, we live as if God were absent. Whatever we can do to contribute to the dissolution of that confusion furthers our spiritual journey.

For those curious to learn more about Christian prayer, for their own journey or simply to learn more about what Christians believe and live, I highly recommend this book.

The Mission of Marriage

In marriage there is no escape from the dark corners of another human being. There is no escape from the mirror another casts on my own sorry state. However exalted my intentions — however ready I am to quote some spiritual wisdom from some great author or text — marriage, by design, offers me a context in which to see through the mirage of my own defenses. It summons into awareness the fears, the resentments, the disillusion, the sheer difficulty that comes with the fact of being human. …marriage calls us to abandon our longing for the perfect; for our partner’s perfection, and also for our own. As we open to our own imperfections we can begin to have mercy on those of others. Our imperfections, after all, are what join us to the human race. In letting our frailty be part of our experience of ourselves without judgment or criticism — it’s the way things are, after all — we may begin to know compassion, both for ourselves and the world. The willingness to live with eyes open, fearing neither what you will see in the other nor what they will see in you — this is part of the savage grace that is marriage.

–Roger Housden, Ten Poems to Open Your Heart

A Comfort

I have always felt a tenderness in this poem. When I’ve lost my way, or when I’ve been humbled by the vastness of existence — made aware of my great insignificance — this poem helps me to feel connected again. Less lonely.

People Like Us

There are more like us. All over the world
There are confused people, who can’t remember
The name of their dog when they wake up, and
     people
Who love God but can’t remember where

He was when they went to sleep. It’s
All right. The worlds cleanses itself this way.
A wrong number occurs to you in the middle
Of the night, you dial it, it rings just in time

To save the house. And the second-story man
Gets the wrong address, where the insomniac lives,
And he’s lonely, and they talk, and the thief
Goes back to college. Even in graduate school,

You can wander into the wrong classroom,
And hear great poems lovingly spoken
By the wrong professor. And you find your soul,
And greatness has a defender, and even in death
     you’re safe.

–Robert Bly

The Search for Happiness

This post is a piece I wrote in my journal several months ago, and I thought it would be useful for reflection here.

Here’s an excerpt of an email from my brother. With his permission I post it here, because I’m thinking along the same lines.

Me: I swear, I get so exasperated with my own dissatisfaction.

Bro: I know what you mean. We are all very used to defining ourselves in terms of what we want or think we want (and often characterize as “need”). Then we get attached to those wants as who we are. Our fundamental mode of operation seems to be in terms of “I am X” — which in the process of distinguishing creates separation, distance — instead of simply “I am” or “It is.” Separation then creates desire, craving, anxiety.

More and more, I think “I” is pretty much a fiction, a story we tell ourselves and others. Given that our whole system of society and law is grounded in individual rights and values, I’m not sure what the consequences are.

Seems like half of psychotherapy is directed towards getting people in touch with what they truly want/feel, and the other half is directed towards recognizing the illusion of the constructed/conditioned self (including the part that wants/feels).

(I’ve been reading Krishnamurti lately…)

Note to self: Pull the copy of Krishnamurti’s On Freedom off the shelf and start reading.
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Rape Trauma Syndrome

Not surprisingly, but unfortunately, a hearing on Capitol Hill yesterday revealed that, in the last 18 months, there have been 112 rapes reported by servicewomen in the Persian Gulf, and more reported elsewhere. Lack of medical care, incomplete investigations, and retaliation by peers for reporting were some of the complaints. Officials suggest that the number of incidents may be higher, since women may not report every event. So, it seems timely to post a brief paper I wrote on Rape Trauma Syndrome.
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Life Was Like…

The year she graduated, her yearbook entry, like many others, said, “Future: Homemaker.” Not an ambitious choice by today’s standards, she knows. Not an impossible one, she thought at the time. Life was like a trip to the Piggly Wiggly, she assumed in those days. You went in with a vague idea of what you wanted, followed the arrows up and down the aisles, and emerged, like everyone else, with a full cart.

–Lisa Koger, “The Retirement Party,” (1990) from In the Stacks

Childless By Choice

They don’t want to have children, they don’t want to be bothered by children, and they’d just as soon not live near children. It’s the child-free movement, and it’s growing: Boston Globe: No Kids, Please

It’s already starting. The rise of the child-free, that is. They may put on a sorry face, networking through the Internet, bellyaching that they’re the minority, rolling their eyes at the first mention of diaper rash. But in communities increasingly short on resources, the no-kid crowd is being shown the welcome mat. “In general, people like kids, but they don’t like the infrastructure associated with them,” says Edward J. Blakely, professor of urban policy at New School University in New York and author of the book Fortress America: Gated Communities in the United States. “People see children as a burden,” Blakely says. “It’s OK for them to be nice, squeezeable, huggable, and so forth, but it’s not so OK for them to take up space, time, and money. And when you look at these numbers — what is it, $40 million, $50 million for a school? — this is mind-boggling to people.”

What Shall I Do When I Grow Up?

A friend once wrote about her frustration with herself:

I’m going through a fierce “period” of “What am I doing?? Where am I headed? What is my purpose? What am I worth? What’s the point?” It may be a period thing, but everything is more intense lately. I think I block this stuff out a lot of the time because when I let it in I get overwhelmed. It’s hard to explain, this rush of loving life and its beauty and then finding it all absolutely, crushingly sad.

I feel a bit like I’m floating along and I’d love a sense of direction to guide me. I feel sometimes like I have more potential than I’m living up to…and other times I feel like the laziest person on the face of the earth, incapable of taking two steps. Being in school, there was always a “next step.” And now, I’m floundering. There’s nothing I can imagine myself doing and being happy with. And that makes me so very sad. Now when I say this, I mean doing as a “job.” There are things that make me happy, but nothing that translates into a paycheck. I feel like I need to be making steps towards my future. Nannying isn’t going to sustain me for life. But, but, but….In a Finagle a Bagel parking lot today I wished that I knew what I wanted to do. I wished that I had always wanted to be a doctor and that, that would make me happy, like my dad. But I don’t. And then the sadness seems to enter my bones and I feel immobilized. Blah. Funny, I just want someone to give me the answer(s). I’m afraid if I wait to figure it out for myself, it’ll be way too late to do anything about it.

How well I know those questions! I have diligently applied myself for four decades and still haven’t come up with absolute answers. The closest I have come to identifying “what I want to be” is the description of my ideal job. The more I learned about personality type, the greater my self-understanding and compassion became. I am, according to the Jungian/Meyers-Briggs type, an Idealist. What has appeared as constant dissatisfaction combined with restlessness, movement, and striving, is part of the identity–the Idealist wants to become all that she can. Living is a process, a mystery, infused with meaning.

L’s conundrum is too large to answer at once, and it’s essentially unanswerable by anyone but her. But this is what I’d like to say:
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