How to lose a bunch of weight & make a bunch of money! Part 1

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A schmear, by yiddish definition, is a little bit of something tasty applied to something big and tasty.  (a bagel with a schmear of cream cheese for example)

When you ask for a schmear of chopped liver on a pastrami sandwich at the 2nd Ave deli, they will translate that into about a quarter lb of some of the best stuff on earth on a sandwich the size of your head.

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Don’t get over it, go through it.

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This post is the 3rd in a series based on the well-known poem “The invitation” from Oriah Mountain Dreamer

“It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow.
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed  from fear of further pain.”

My mother’s voice was shaking with sadness and shame when she told me about Herman.

Our beloved dog was elderly and very unwell.

When she found him unable to walk to his food bowl, she knew she had to make the brave and difficult choice to end his suffering.

I cried and cried when she told me and although I was only in the sixth grade, I knew she had done the right thing.

She is as strong as steel.  In many ways she filled the role of mother and father for me after my father  suffered a stroke.

I always knew there was nothing life could throw at her that she couldn’t navigate with grace, strength and wisdom. That’s why it seemed unnatural when she said that she would never have another dog.

Saying goodbye to Herman and making that decision was too painful.

Losing a pet is terrible, but as you read this your own moments of deep sadness, loss and betrayal may be coming to mind.

The friend that let you down…

The loved one who left too soon…

The lover who stopped loving you…

The tragedy so tragic that you are still haunted by it all these years later…

What contracts have you signed based on your pain?

What vows have you taken?

I will never:

trust

love

volunteer

perform

or _________________ ever again.

Perhaps you made your version of that agreement without even realizing that you were doing it.  As if the feelings and activities associated with your heartache got put into a box, stored in the back of the closet never to be opened.  Sometimes you may see it in there but you always quickly look away.

If this is you, I have good news.   The contract you made with your heartache is revocable.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not proposing that you can just “get over” whatever put you in this place, but I am saying that if you have made an agreement with the actions and behaviors attached to your heartache, you do actually have a choice.  Here are some tips for next moves.

– Work to  “touch the center of your sorrow.”

This may be best done in the presence of a professional, mentor or wise and committed friend.   Whatever support network you choose, connecting with and leaning into your pain is important.

Robert Frost was on the money when he said, “The only way out is through.”  (No Alanis Morissette did not come up with that line on her own.)

–  The practice of just sitting with what “is”, is powerful.

So is learning not to hold on too loosely or tightly, but rather observing the full range of thoughts and feelings that come up when you choose to be with things that are hard to be with. Go slow.

– Understand that no feeling is final

Your behaviors attached to the event don’t need to be either.  Sure, initially that thing you swore off might not have been right for you. In the same way that your feelings have evolved, your behaviors most likely could as well.

– If your heartache is associated with loss, consider how your new actions serve your lost loved one as a living tribute.

– Ask yourself what trying to protect yourself from further pain is costing you, and what you have to gain from taking small steps in a new direction.  

No one knows what its like to walk in your shoes, but in today’s post I hope you know that you are not walking alone.

The love that’s in between

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Between the Creator and the world

When your feelings are hurt

Love

When you are offended

Love

When you are lonely

Love

When you are angry

Love

When you are afraid

Love

When you are frustrated

Love

When you blow it

Love

When the end is near

Love

Your

Self,

without shame, confusion or excuses…

 

 

What’s your price?

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When I was in my early twenties, Mike Sapienza (aka Sap) and I were inseparable.

It was Mike, Danny, Steve and I.

There was never a question about if we were hanging out.

The only question was about what the adventure was going to look like.

We would spot each other’s cars from a quarter mile away, flash our lights, pull over and declare the where and when.

One time we decided we would put on suits and sunglasses to bet on the dogs.

We walked Oceans 11 style into the Seabrook dog track, like we owned the place…

Steve’s uncle had a lead on a greyhound named Sack-O-Nuts…

It was a sure thing.

After we each had lost $20 we decided to lose the suits and head to the beach.

Many of our other shenanigans will never see the light of day.

Seriously…

For years we moved as a pack and it was beyond fun.

There was however, one exception to our togetherness.

It came five days a week at 6:30 AM.

That was when Mike went to the gym.

Didn’t matter how late he was out the night before or what was planned for the day, at 6:30AM he was at the Cedardale Athletic Club, working out.

We’d give him a hard time about it and he’d brush it off.

Once when it was just he and I, I asked him how he did it,

In that question I was acknowledging how impressed I was by his commitment.

I have never forgotten his response.

Mike looked me in the eye and said

“Its the price I pay for the life I lead”

He offered nothing more on the subject, nor did he need to.

You have longings…

Some feel more like pipe dreams and others are less grandiose.

Meaningful work…

Physical fitness…

A healthy relationship…

To be part of a community…

To have a real friend…

You know your longings better than I do.

Your desires beg the following question.

Are you willing to pay the price for the life you want?

If your answer is “no”, then good on you for being honest.

If your  answer is yes here are a few thoughts to get you going.

– Stop blaming other people for your lack of action.

You are in your drivers seat.  God gave you a will and a calling.  They are there for you to engage,  so make sure you are not expecting someone else to drive your bus.

– Don’t expect someone else to pay your dues.

Like the first tip, this one is about your life not coming at the expense of others.  Consider the people you love and depend on.  There is no greater drain on a relationship than when the dreamer taxes their             partner and then makes them feel like they are to blame because they were not supportive enough.

– If you are waiting for the right time, it will never come.

The perfect time to start is now and by now I mean right now.  You could choose to stop reading and take meaningful action in the direction of your heart…

Ready?

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Take a minute…

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The art school a couple of towns over decorates pianos and puts them on the sidewalk for anyone to play.

Today a homeless man who had enjoyed some adult beverages was wildly banging away.

I took his hand and positioned his fingers.

Next I asked him to  press those three keys gently.

The look on his face and the shift in his body language was incredible.

With my hand on his shoulder and in a quiet tone I said “Good job! That’s a C chord, that’s where we start”.

He didn’t say a word and as I walked away listened as he played the chord and then the individual notes.

The whole thing might have taken three minutes….

Often we just walk by…

Sometimes we stop for a minute…

Stop for a minute…