Slowing down and embracing the spaciousness of the un-scheduled moment has been an increasingly important and elusive goal over the last few years as I experience too-regular calendar overwhelm and a daily Sisyphean battle with my in-box.
Thomas Merton articulates the problem perfectly in a quote I’ve used here before and will no doubt come back to again:
“The rush and pressure of modern life are a form, perhaps the most common form, of innate violence. To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many demands, to commit oneself to too many projects, to want to help everyone in everything is to succumb to violence.
More than that, it is cooperation with violence. The frenzy of the activist neutralizes his work for peace. It destroys her own inner capacity for peace. It destroys the fruitfulness of his own work because it kills the root of inner wisdom which makes work fruitful.”
To begin to redress the violence I’ve been doing to my soul and restore the tender roots of my own inner wisdom, I’ve decided to begin this new year by re-claiming something I’d almost forgotten — the weekend.
No small thing as — slowly but definitely — the weekend seems to have migrated from rest-time to work-time in the popular imagination. Turning the tide appears to require a personal declaration of some kind, a stance against the cultural pressure to over-work. Therefore, I have ordered home delivery of Sunday’s New York Times and hereby publicly proclaim that I can no longer be relied upon to read email over the weekend.
Yes, you heard that correctly. I’m embarking upon a “occupy my life” campaign in 2012 that kicks off by fully occupying my weekends, so unless we have arranged otherwise, you can pretty-much figure I won’t read anything work-related after 5pm Friday until Monday morning. With the accumulation that’s sure to have piled up by then, you may not even get a response til Tuesday!
Even God didn’t work 7 days a week.
The feeling of fear is often much bigger than the things we think we are afraid of. You know that old saying that it’s the fear itself we fear. We have become master distractors from what we really feel, intellectualizing and labeling and sweeping under the carpet those big dark scary things inside ourselves. Those things that we are certain will be judged, punished, out of control or just too big to handle. Read the rest of this entry »
This year at the 2nd World Conference of Women’s Shelters, there was no shortage of energy and enthusiasm, and certainly no shortage of women. Representing 96 countries, 1,600 individuals participated in workshops and interactive discussion sessions in an epic networking event, hosted by the National Network for Ending Domestic Violence at the Gaylord National Hotel and Convention Center in Washington D.C.
The conference included an impressive list of speakers and presenters, attendees and special guests. All types of royalty, from HRH Princess Mary of Denmark to Reese Witherspoon, and even former U.S. President, Bill Clinton, made speeches and added to the collective spirit of the crowd with messages of support, unity and hopes for a brighter future. Survivors and advocates alike came together for this special 4-day conference to meet fellow advocates and to speak about a global human rights issue — violence against women. Despite the diversity of backgrounds, the women (and a handful of brave men) were united by a singular purpose: to live in a world devoid of gender-based violence. Read the rest of this entry »


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