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The Definition of Privilege

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The Definition of Privilege is one of the writings of Adam Falkner who, according to me, is quite impressive. In this brief story, I love how he brings to light how much most white-dominant cultures (or any majority in a culture) never quite understand the perspective of being different.
Bravo Adam.

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Scarcity

I stumbled on this piece of wisdom from something written by Breneé Brown and found it quite important and helpful as a perspective setter:

Scarcity

These are anxious and fearful times, both of which breed scarcity. We’re afraid to lose what we love the most, and we hate that there are no guarantees. We think not being grateful and not feeling joy will make it hurt less. We think if we can beat vulnerability to the punch by imaging loss, we’ll suffer less. We’re wrong. There is one guarantee: If we’re not practicing gratitude and allowing ourselves to know joy, we are missing out on the two things that will actually sustain us during the inevitable hard times.

What I’m describing above is scarcity of safety and uncertainty. But there are other kinds of scarcity. My friend Lynne Twist has written an incredible book calledThe Soul of Money. In this book, Lynne addresses the myth of scarcity. She writes,

For me, and for many of us, our first waking thought of the day is “I didn’t get enough sleep.” The next one is “I don’t have enough time.” Whether true or not, that thought of not enoughoccurs to us automatically before we even think to question or examine it. We spend most of the hours and the days of our lives hearing, explaining, complaining, or worrying about what we don’t have enough of … We don’t have enough exercise. We don’t have enough work. We don’t have enough profits. We don’t have enough power. We don’t have enough wilderness. We don’t have enough weekends. Of course, we don’t have enough money—ever.

We’re not thin enough, we’re not smart enough, we’re not pretty enough or fit enough or educated or successful enough, or rich enough—ever. Before we even sit up in bed, before our feet touch the floor, we’re already inadequate, already behind, already losing, already lacking something. And by the time we go to bed at night, our minds race with a litany of what we didn’t get, or didn’t get done, that day. We go to sleep burdened by those thoughts and wake up to the reverie of lack … What begins as a simple expression of the hurried life, or even the challenged life, grows into the great justification for an unfulfilled life.2

As I read this passage, it makes total sense to me why we’re a nation hungry for more joy: Because we’re starving from a lack of gratitude. Lynne says that addressing scarcity doesn’t mean searching for abundance but rather choosing a mind-set of sufficiency:

We each have the choice in any setting to step back and let go of the mindset of scarcity. Once we let go of scarcity, we discover the surprising truth of sufficiency. By sufficiency, I don’t mean a quantity of anything. Sufficiency isn’t two steps up from poverty or one step short of abundance. It isn’t a measure of barely enough or more than enough. Sufficiency isn’t an amount at all. It is an experience, a context we generate, a declaration, a knowing that there is enough, and that we are enough.

Sufficiency resides inside of each of us, and we can call it forward. It is a consciousness, an attention, an intentional choosing of the way we think about our circumstances.3

Scarcity is also great fuel for the gremlins. In my earlier shame research and in this more recent research, I realized how many of us have bought into the idea that something has to be extraordinary if it’s going to bring us joy. In I Thought It Was Just Me, I write, “We seem to measure the value of people’s contributions (and sometimes their entire lives) by their level of public recognition. In other words, worth is measured by fame and fortune. Our culture is quick to dismiss quiet, ordinary, hardworking men and women. In many instances, we equate ordinary with boring or, even more dangerous, ordinary has become synonymous withmeaningless.4

I think I learned the most about the value of ordinary from interviewing men and women who have experienced tremendous loss such as the loss of a child, violence, genocide, and trauma. The memories that they held most sacred were the ordinary, everyday moments. It was clear that their most precious memories were forged from a collection of ordinary moments, and their hope for others is that they would stop long enough to be grateful for those moments and the joy they bring. Author and spiritual leader Marianne Williamson says, “Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are.”


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L’uragano Sandy

Con il passare degli anni ho imparato a non invischiarmi troppo nei trambusti dei media riguardanti le tempeste imminenti, ma c’è qualcosa nella copertura stampa questa volta che mi ha preso: mi sembra più credibile nonostante la pioggerellina ed i venticelli fuorvianti che la precedono da più di un giorno.  Oltre il bisogno di stare vigili, di fare piani d’emergenza e di ricevere dosi minime di aggiornamenti sulla tempesta senza mandare in tilt il mio sistema surrenale già stracarico oltre il limite, ho imparato quant’è importante centellinare e godere di un giorno “festivo” forzato. Si abbinano bene con il mio concetto di “traffico” ed altri disagi nella vita: semplicemente l’essere bloccati nel traffico non significa che si è obbligati ad essere infelici.  Cerco nel modo Buddhista di pensare alle cose su cui non ho nessuna o poca influenza come opportunità per essere consapevole delle cose positive nella vita. Per me è l’ora per approfondire e rendere più solidi i miei rapporti emotivi e personali.  È l’ora di recuperare la lettura come divertimento.  È l’ora di meditare.  Nel frattempo se posso, cerco di divertirmi un po’. Certo, resto vigile.  Sto pronto per sfide che la vita mi scaraventa addosso.  Non è facile.  È un lavoraccio.  A volte non ci riesco, ma vale la pena provare.


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Hurricane Sandy

I have learned over the years not to get caught up in the media ruckus about upcoming storms but now something about the coverage of Hurricane Sandy has really got me churning: it seems more credible this time in spite of the drizzly wait that seems to minimize the pending storm.  Other than staying alert, making emergency plans and getting small doses of updates on the storm without overwhelming my over-charged adrenal system, I’ve also learned the importance really savoring and enjoying the forced “holiday”.  It fits in my concept of “traffic” and other ills:  just because we are stuck in traffic, doesn’t mean our life has to be miserable.  Interpreting some Buddhist thinking, I try to think of things that I have no control over like traffic or hurricanes as opportunities to stop and be more mindful of what I have and what I appreciate in my life. For me it is a time of deepening and strengthening my relationship with my “self”, my partner and others. It’s a time to catch up on some of my “for fun” reading. It’s a time to meditate.  While and if I can, I try to play a bit.  Sure, I stay alert.  I stay ready for what comes. I wish it were easy. It’s work.  I don’t always succeed but it’s worth practicing.