Here are your expectations back.
Thank you + be well,
Love,
Monique
Dear Everyone,
I am taking my expectations back.
Thank you + be well,
Love,
Monique
Here are your expectations back.
Thank you + be well,
Love,
Monique
Dear Everyone,
I am taking my expectations back.
Thank you + be well,
Love,
Monique
I am learning about asking for and allowing myself to receive what I need. I am learning that asking for help does not mean that I am a whiner. My younger sister brought it to my attention that asking for help does not mean I have failed. As she did that it occurred to me that not asking for help can put off success (at best) and guarantee failure (at worst).
I am learning that it is not a burden for someone to help me out. It feels like the most difficult lesson of all. Interesting that I like being helpful to others but in the past, when I asked for help I had been trained to believe my ask was a burden. That train of thought doesn’t work well.
Definitely still work to do on this asking for and receiving help thing. I hear that it’s a process! 🙂
Resources that are helping me to learn about asking for and receiving what I need are Marshall Rosenberg’s Speaking Peace and Non-violent Communication. Both accessible in audiobook format. As always, check out Google and YouTube to learn more about Rosenberg and NVC.
I also began learning this thing called Dance of Shiva .. which may also have been useful in my figuring things out because it leads my mind to the silence between the notes that makes the music. (It makes meditation easier.)
I first heard about Non-Violent Communication and Shiva Nata from Havi Brooks’ website The Fluent Self.
What if your dream came true? Are you ready?
Bill Strickland has a really great TED talk called Bill Strickland makes change with a slide show if you want some inspiration and are willing to give 35 (well spent) minutes to really listen.
PS: If you were amused by the photos of me in clown gear, you can see more in my weekly Gratitude list.
As of lately I have begun thinking of a gift as an outer action that someone else, outside ourselves, is able to experience. Or something to that affect.
On Saturday during errands I passed through an open air mall. I saw a man in a crouching position in what looked like some sort of a trance. He wasn’t smoking like the crouching woman in the black and white dress a few doors down. Many people walked by looking at him but no one stopped or asked if he was okay.
Sometimes people aren’t okay. Sometimes I’m not having the best day either. I know I like it when someone checks in on me when I am laying on the ground taking photos. I like it when we all give a bean about our community. People make up communities, not buildings or organizations. Checking to see that people are okay is one way to give a bean about our community.
George, the man, was indeed okay and watching a small bird. Unfortunately, I scared the bird a bit when I inquired. Strangely, the bird hopped away but didn’t fly. It was beautiful and patiently let me watch for a moment (until I went to get my camera out at least). The bird was much more patient with George though. Or maybe George is just more patient?! 🙂
I am thankful George was watching the bird, especially in an urban area. It was a good reminder to “Stop, Look and Listen” for nature. I am thankful that I stopped to speak with him.
Maybe one of George’s gifts is seeing and bravely looking? Because he was seeing and patiently looking he helped me to do the same. I noticed more birds and tiny things on the ground after I spoke with him. Because he has a kind face and was pleasant to speak with I had an even better day. I really like experiencing how our community is alive (of non-people and people!).
When you see something out of the ordinary, inquire! You will likely get to learn something! The person will likely be really interesting to speak with too!
I want to call you something better. I wonder if I wrote to your family if they would tell me your first name or the name you liked to be called? I guess I won’t know until I write them.
I have been thinking about what to say to your family since I was on the way to the hospital that fateful day 11 September 2004. Yes, I realize it is 2 August 2011.
Because your body is no longer alive I don’t want to cause any more sadness to your family by telling them about a bunch of great things since I received your gift (is that a good word to use?). But I also don’t want them to feel even for a second that you died in vain. I want them to know that you made a huge difference. I want them to know that you are still making a huge difference. I want them to know that I do my best to celebrate and honour your life EVERY DAY! Your choice is one of the reasons I keep working to be a better person and communicator.
Years later, I still get excited every morning I awaken to pressure on my bladder because your kidney and my body are happy together! Don’t tell anyone but I also get excited pretty much every time anyone has to pee! Healthy kidney(s) equal awesomesauce!
I wonder about you too. What made you laugh? What did your laugh sound like? Did it come from your toes boisterously? Did you giggle? What about? What gave you joy? What made you come alive and lit up your eyes with delight? Do we share any of the same life dreams? What were you stubborn about? Not that I ever behave stubbornly, no that would be silly! 😉 Did you remember to remind people that you loved them? Did you hear when people reminded you that you’re loved?
What were people’s favourite stories about you? What are your favourite stories about them? It seems to me that our lives become the memories and effect that stick after we have gone. From that moment and from life. I do my best to add good to our stories. It makes me ask, “did I do my best?” Yes, for today. Tomorrow my best can now be better.
Dear Organ Donor,
How is the best way to say thank you to your family? My friend Don says that “thank you” is the best way to say thank you. I suspect that is his polite way to say, “just send the letter Monique! People need to know you are thankful!” Apparently Don doesn’t believe in telepathy or ‘happy ripples’. He makes a good point.
Preamble that became a post-amble or maybe this is a middle-amble? No matter. I received a successful cadaveric kidney transplant 11 September 2004. Despite beginning to compose a thank you letter that day on the way to the hospital and having begun several (SEVERAL) letters to the Donor Family .. I have yet to send a letter to the transplant team so they can forward it on to the Donor Family. I have been struggling with the fact that my donor (gifter) of this kidney is not alive. In fact, they would have been declared deceased on the day of or day before I began my new life as a healthy kidney transplant recipient. That has weighed heavily on my mind. Only recently had it really registered in my brain that no one died FOR me.
I am not a scavenger. I am a legacy lifer (live-er). That person did not die in vain. They weren’t discarded. Their organs/tissue have given new lives. Several of them.
Maybe that is a good way to say thank you? The person is no longer physically alive but they are still making life a lot better for a lot of people. Maybe even my Donor Families?*
I am a recipient and I know several cadaveric recipients. I gotta tell you .. in the past, sometimes feeling sick and tired all the time had not only made it easy to slip into a place of acting miserable (and angry and depressed) but the people that are experiencing the illness second hand don’t have any easier of a time.
Thank you for discussing organ and tissue donation. Thank you for signing the form too. Now take care of yourselves because personally I would rather we work together to be healthy. Together and through our choices I believe we can prevent a lot of future need for organs and tissue.
You are loved.
Did you remember to laugh today? Did you remember to find a way to remind your loved ones that they are indeed loved? Did you remember to hear that you are loved?
Because you are. Loved.
This is a preliminary illustration for a colouring book for adults. I began writing it about two weeks ago because adults need to remember and invoke play. Dammit! The idea came from a conversation with a friend from art school. She was telling me how frustrated she had felt when adults asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. She felt confused as to what was wrong with what she was right then and why it was so important that she change.
I have been thinking about the adult I work to be right now and the example I want to be for young people. I also think about what we say is important as adults and that young people have wisdom we adults could benefit from if we just listened and learned from them.
When I grow up I want to be kind.
When I grow up I want to ask questions even the difficult ones.
When I grow up I want to be an investor in renewable resources by investing in people power.
I am working to be a Professional Artist.
Professional Artist = wear big girl/boy boots and get paid for artwork.
I have been reading a lot about what entrepreneurs are supposed to do to be successful*. Do twitter, do facebook, comment your butt off, tweet your butt off, schmooze yourself silly, network … and so on. The more I read, the more I add to the list of things “every entrepreneur MUST do to be successful” that I do not appear to be doing. Enter despair and feelings of inadequacy.
Feeling inadequate = STUCK + The Resistance = Not a Professional Artist!
I was working on a new piece the other day (“Everything that rises may converge .. even though”) when I realized something about marketing.
I do know how to market! I am marketing right now. I am a rather successful marketer at that. I do illicit the exact response my subconscious has told me was the right thing all these years.
The purpose of marketing is to illicit specific response or responses from the individuals that come into contact with the thing being marketed.
My marketing goal had been: do not get hit, do not get yelled at, do not get pushed down and do whatever you feel necessary to keep the peace. I have successfully accomplished those things by hiding my work and seeming to suddenly loose my mind when asked about any of my work.
Unfortunately those things don’t work very well to keep the spirit of the artwork alive, nor the actual artist.
Still interesting and useful information because it lead me to an understanding that we are always marketing! Yes. We are our marketing (or brand) always.
I had realized heard that we are our brand. If I don’t officially have a business how could I possibly be my brand? [Slaps head] I don’t have a business yet because of the why of my marketing!?
If the essence of my marketing had been to keep the peace, what are other or additional ways I could cultivate peace in a way that is sustainable to my artwork, health and well being?
How could I get my values and anti-values satiated more peacefully? From a place of love?
My why had been to “Keep the peace!”.
$elf-supporting.
Promote peace.
Cultivate Love.
Cultivate artists and our Great Work.
I have this thing in me to do.
We are all connected.
My right people and I need each other.
To climb higher and be in a place to offer a hand up.
I’m not sure yet. Possibly all of the above and more. Possibly something totally different.
*Noter bien: thinking about it a bit more, it occurs to me that there exists a significant possibility that the writers of the articles I read had very different definitions of success than each other and myself. This is a good reminder to look at my own definition of success and re-evaluate it again.
I am thankful for my favourite nephew named Camden because he inspires me to try new things and do my artwork. I learn a lot from him. His Birthday is in June and I am currently three years behind on his birthday presents and birthday twoonies! He has been very patient!
I finished a large artwork piece the other day but felt waffle-y on the size of the paper and other various silly excuses not to do my work. Camden’s present has been haunting me since before his birthday THREE YEARS AGO! I made a list of steps to take to complete his gift(s). There are two parts to his gift.
I have been giving him a twoonie for each year of his age for his birthday for about a decade now. I have something I need to say out loud to and about how he inspires me and I believe it will be useful to him to hear it.
For some reason I feel nervous about making him, or anyone my art. My “real” artwork, as I told my younger sister earlier today. Her response was, “have you been making fake artwork all this time?” I had been making what other people thought I should make. This stuff I do now is less restricted.
My nephew is very brave. Making a gift for him made me feel brave and try a new thing. I don’t normally paint but serendipity was pointing me in that direction. It feels good to do something I wouldn’t normally think of doing.
I am very thankful for him. Thinking about him makes me work more at being a good person and setting a good example for he and my niece.