A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

It was a lovely day for a Sunday hike on the nature trails that back up to our neighborhood.

The trails are part of a system of trails created by the Audubon Acres Society of Chattanooga and they stretch for miles running along the South Chickamauga Creek and surrounding areas.

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First we hiked to an ancient Native American village site called Little Owl Village where archaeologists uncovered a hearth and shelter that was made by native people who wintered there hundreds of years ago.

Screen Shot 2015-01-25 at 9.40.57 PMI met up with our neighborhoods who I joined for a stroll along the creek which looks more like a river now as the waters today had risen high along the banks.

IMG_2402From our back porch we have a panoramic view of Lookout Mountain and the surrounding ridge lines, a view that stretches for miles overlooking what is now the greater Chattanooga area.

The ancient mountains in the distance make up the Cumberland plateau and enclose the Sequatchie Valley.

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Every day I’m in awe of this amazing outpost, gazing out to the gently rolling hills and long ridge line of Lookout Mountain, one of the longest plateaus in the world.

It is amazing to think that these mountains, the Appalachians, could have once been the tallest mountain range in the world, rising up taller than the Himalayas.

I can’t help thinking that the ridge we now call home must have been a sacred spot for the native people who once called it home. Just being able to look out into the distance and see so far must have been a great benefit to them.

They could probably have easily seen weather systems moving in or even kept an eye out for foreign people entering their territories from a distance.

It must have been so difficult to be forced from these beautiful vistas, herded like cattle to unknown and unforgiving lands on the brutal Trail of Tears. Certainly this is one of the darkest chapters in our nation’s history, one that may be often overlooked and easily forgotten.

I have always felt an attachment to these mountains, their hidden places and ancient people. Just in the distance I see Lookout Mountain knowing that a valley just beyond is where my mother was born and raised.

I’m lucky to be here and to now have neighbors to hike the trails and enjoy the scenery with today. I appreciate the scenic beauty of this landscape and keep the memory of my ancestors alive in this place.

It feels like home to me here for reasons that run deeper than just my love of the mountains.

At a more primordial level I feel as though I belong here, as if remnants of a soul from my past made a home and family here long ago, also loving the beauty and serenity of the place as I do now.

imageThough the valley that stretches out before me has changed due to the addition of modern highways, billboards, and city lights, the backdrop silhouette of those mountains remains the same as they did 500 hundred years ago when the native people walked these woods and enjoyed the smells, sights, and sounds of earth as I did today, reminding me of the relatively of time to the slow rolling mountain peaks and the precious beauty of each fleeting moment that a passerby experiences along the way.

 

Staring at My Palm vs. “The Power of Now”

It’s no secret that I love my smart phone.

Probably the main reason I love my smart phone is because it is connected to the internet, which I also love.

It is also true that I’m probably slightly addicted to both the internet and my smart phone.

This is not a unlikely confession. I think most people today are addicted to the internet and staring at their device in the palm of their hand.

It gives a whole new meaning to the idea of being “left to our own devices.”

Sometimes I feel I have a love-hate relationship with my smart phone. It really is awesome, but I don’t like being a slave to it either.

For one, I don’t always love the idea that I should always be available to anyone at any time. On the other hand, I also like that I can make contact with people any time I need to.

But at a certain level, having a phone with us at all times has taken away the advantage of being unavailable when we are doing other things that are either more important or more enjoyable than being available or interrupted by the phone ringing, beeping, or buzzing.

I have a family member who does not have a cell phone, and he is a young person, not an octogenarian or Luddite or anything. I would say the majority of his family members are super annoyed that he doesn’t have a phone and therefore is “unavailable” or “unreachable” what seems like to them most of the time.

For me, I get it, and I not-so-secretly admire that this person has stood his ground and not sucumbed to the “I’m always available to everyone and everyone is always available to me” mentality. It more likely that he just doesn’t want to spend the money on the cell phone every month. But I like to think there is also a rebellious spirit to his decision as well.

I am almost envious of this person’s freedom from the cell phone, and this may be why I subconsciously forget to turn my phone’s ringer back on after I’m done with a full day of teaching classes, sometimes for days, and that I resist checking my phone’s voicemail box, and when it is full, I resent clearing it when people inevitably start getting frustrated with me that it is full. That is most certainly my own rebelliousness at play.

But even this guy with no cell phone has a hand-held device. And he stares at it a LOT.

Another thing about my smart phone that irritates me is that I’m almost constantly tempted to stare at my palm.

I’m annoyed with myself for doing this, I’m annoyed with my students for doing it, and it annoys me to see people out in public staring at their palms and obviously ignoring the living, flesh-and-blood human being that is sitting right across from them or next to them.

credit: "Let's Not Talk to Each Other" by Michael Coghlan

Photo credit: “Let’s Not Talk to Each Other” by Michael Coghlan

Today, I feel that I stared at my palm more than I should have when I could have been giving more attention to my kid.

This feeling causes “mom guilt,” which is another subject entirely that I will likely approach at a later date.

All day I kept making a conscious effort to put my phone down and look up, be present, actually listen and respond to my son, knowing that, relatively speaking, it won’t be that long before he will also be staring at his palm and not that interested in what I have to say or even if I’m listening and responding to him.

I really dread that day, and I hope I can prevent it from coming somehow, or at least deter the impact of it. I don’t want to be the family of people who are all staring at their devices when they think they are having “family time” together. I know this happens, and it makes me sad.

But I’m trying to do my best.

I will need to teach my son how important it is to actually SEE the person in front of him, to live in the present moment, and resist the pull to constantly scroll through the digital universe in the palm of his hand.

This is a value thing that most people probably will not just instinctively or naturally adopt in the stare-at-our palm age.

My son has been left to his various devices since before he was even two years old. It is my job to teach him about the importance of enjoying the present moment and giving attention to the people that surround him.

I still don’t put my phone down enough to enjoy what Eckhart Tolle calls “The Power of Now.”

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I like Eckhart. He reminds me of a benevolent elf. He exudes a calmness and peacefulness when he speaks about savoring the joy in every single moment.

Here’s a quick video in the person-drawing-out-the-message-with-a-squeaky-marker genre that explains the Power of Now.

For those who haven’t actually heard Tolle speak, I really recommend  listening to the man himself. Just hearing him speak and seeing his elfish, happy face is almost like a meditation in itself.

Basically, according to Tolle, if your house isn’t on fire or you are not in an immediate situation that threatens your life, then well, probably things are pretty good really, and any problems or discomfort you might be feeling is probably coming from your own mind.

If you stop to think about it, this makes a tremendous amount of sense.

Almost all of my problems are either caused by or exacerbated by my thinking about them or, in some cases, even creating them in my mind.

I don’t know for sure, but I think Tolle would agree that staring at our palms does not exactly allow for the fullest experience of the power of now.

Of course, it is not always bad to look at our devices, but it is also very important to check in with our five senses, all five of them, and more fully experience and engage with the world around us, especially when it is the people we love who surround us and long for not only our presence but our attention.

I kept looking up and scolding myself today. “I’m being that parent, the one that lets the kid run around the playground and never looks up, not even when the child excitedly calls out to them, or when they try to engage them in games of imagination. I’m not being present. I’m missing it.”

“Uh huh, that’s nice sweetie. Uh huh, I see you. Yeah that’s great.” Scroll, scroll, scroll.

It makes me sick to be this person, but I am sometimes. I am consciously trying to balance staring at my palm versus harnessing the power of now.

I’m not always good at this, but I’m glad I’m trying to be better at it, and I hope to be able to teach my son to do the same and look up to see the real-life beauty of the people and places of the NOW around him.

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A “NOW” moment that I’m glad I didn’t miss, even though I used my device to capture it.

There are a lot of great things about being left to my own devices, but there are also a lot of great moments that I hope not to miss along the way.

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America’s “Sleeping Prophet”

Have you heard of Edgar Cayce?

He was an ordinary man who could do extraordinary things, and he is called “America’s Sleeping Prophet” and the “Father of Holistic Medicine.” He is widely regarded as one of the greatest psychics of all time.

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Edgar Cayce (1877-1945) was a photographer by trade, but he is known for his ability to go into a trance-like state and diagnose people’s illnesses and offer medical advice that was very effective in treating their various ailments.

Sounds weird, right?

Well, actually, his ability to do these readings is well documented, and his holistic remedies are known to have helped many people.

And he wasn’t some kind of weird mystic. He was a normal man with a normal worldview.  He believed that he was given this ability by a Higher Power in order to improve the life of others.

He also gave readings on a number of interesting topics like ancient archaeology, reincarnation and spirituality, metaphysics, and future prophecy.

During his waking life, Edgar was a regular man, a devout Christian and Sunday school teacher, and well loved by his friends and family. But his remarkable ability to do these psychic readings made him quite a celebrity in his day.

Since his death, it has been revealed that he did readings for US Presidents, famous movie stars, writers, artists, military intelligence officers, and even the mother of Ernest Hemmingway, who was concerned about her son’s writing and apparent mental torment.

Cayce’s readings were known to be very accurate and helpful to thousands of people. He used his gift to help others for a majority of his adult life, and even more remarkably, there are over 14,000 detailed, written accounts of his readings and their accuracy and efficacy.

I have been fascinated with this character in American history for almost two decades, and I’m always interested to learn more about his teachings and simple solutions to life’s ailments and predicaments.

Today his legacy lives on in through A.R.E, the Association for Research and Enlightenment. Their website is a portal to a world of holistic health information, metaphysics, as well as the readings themselves that Cayce is known around the world for giving.

One of the best things about Edgar Cayce is that he used his abilities to help people. 

Edgar Cayce offered his help to the world without profiting or scamming anyone in the process as he never even charged people for the advice he gave through his readings.

I’ve read a couple of books about Cayce’s medical advice and other teachings. He was able to tap into an other-wordly source that provided people with knowledge and inspiration that lives on today.

This Decoding the Past documentary provides a good introduction to this man and his amazing abilities.

Of course, people like to hype up the “doom and gloom” of prophets, but Cayce was actually very positive. His source explained that mankind is not bound to any future doomsday fate. We have the power to change our minds and hearts and even our destiny.

A cataclysmic end times scenario is not set in stone. We do have free will and can alter our course in our personal lives as well as in our collective destiny as the human race.

Just think about this: It has been 70 years since the invention of the atomic bomb. Despite the proliferation of these horrific weapons, we have not experienced the mass destruction of nuclear winter that so many people of the 20th century predicted. Somehow, we have thus far avoided extinguishing ourselves in this way. It’s a miracle, really.

Could we really be changing things for the better? Are we altering our path to avoid inevitable destruction?

This is not to suggest that there still aren’t many threats that we face as a human race. Of course we have much to overcome. But maybe we are beginning to redirect ourselves as a human race.

Maybe we will not choose the insane path of assured mutual destruction?

Maybe instead, we will choose the path of love and end up in a golden era of peace that so many religious and spiritual teachings have promised us.

If this seems idealistic and woo-woo, then good!

Perhaps it is just this kind of thinking that will re-direct us to the right path without the doomsday ending. Yeah, things are really bad in some ways. But things are also really, really amazing in many ways too.

I’m trying to realize the simple and everyday miracles that I experience in my daily life, things like having nutritious food, warm running water, and an amazing device connected to all the people and information I could possibly need or want in my pocket or palm at all times.

Now that is pretty amazing and never before in human history have so many people had access to so much, including each other!

Louis C.K. has a hilarious and poignant bit about this very concept that everything is amazing and yet still people complain.

He is right. We experience miracles every day if we are only willing to look up and see them.

It can’t be BAD to think that life on earth is getting better instead of worse, right? And if we think it enough, it could be that we believe it into being true.

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HSP: The Highly Sensitive Person, for real?

Today on my way to work, as I sped down the highway, I noticed the strong smell of McDonald’s.

Sure enough, I was passing an exit that has a McDonald’s just off the highway. It occurred to me that I could probably smell the food because I am a Highly Sensitive Person.

I also noted that I was wearing sunglasses and it was cloudy outside. I almost ALWAYS wear sunglasses when I’m driving or just generally when I am outside during the day, again, because I am a HSP.

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Bah! What does that even mean, that I am a HSP, Highly Sensitive Person?! I admit, that even a short time ago, not more than a year or so, I would have scoffed myself at the label, HSP. But it turns out that being HSP is  now considered a real condition that, for a lack of a better word, people can actually be diagnosed as having. There are even books written about living in the world as this kind of person.

So what, does it mean I cry easily?

Well, yes, of course it means that. But it also affects my life in many other ways being this type of person. Being highly sensitive affects my life in all areas, physically, mentally, and spiritually too.

Being highly sensitive can be a great strength and a great weakness at times as well.

For one, I am physically very sensitive. My skin breaks out in rashes very easily, I’m allergic to many things, and my sense of smell is extreme. I can barely tolerate strong-smelling perfumes, cleaners, or air fresheners. Any strong smell, like gasoline for example, gives me an immediate headache. I feel that I can smell almost every minute smell in a room, that is when my nose isn’t stuffy because I’m allergic to something in the room.

My eyes are very sensitive to light. I feel ridiculous sometimes when I’m wearing my sunglasses in public because I know people must find it strange, like I’m trying to be a movie star or something, when I wear sunglasses on a very overcast day or forget to take them off in a grocery store. Light of almost any sort makes me squint. I detest florescent lights. I’d much prefer spending leisure time in a dimly lit room, warmly filled with ambient light, not just for aesthetic reasons, though that is part of it, but mostly because I cannot tolerate any bright light.

Physically, I have to watch what’s in my environment, wear gloves, and be mindful of what I encounter or allow into my purview of experience.

Mentally, I tend to overreact to the moods of others or the “vibe” that they put off.  I explained to my husband to think of me as being a huge antennae. I pick up on things even without them being said or expressed. So if he’s putting off a vibe, I’m feeling it, perhaps even more than he is sometimes.

I have to also be mindful of who I surround myself with, how I respond to them, and avoid trying to assume too much what others are thinking and feeling unless they directly tell me their feelings and thoughts. Although I am very perceptive of others, I’m no mind reader, and thinking that I am has landed me in trouble sometimes.

Spiritually, I have to stay focused on the good and not let myself drown too much in the negative forces of the world.

For example, I’m bitterly grieved that my lovely original post that explained all of this in greater detail disappeared from the earth when I hit “publish,” and so an hour of writing just vanished into the ether. I feel almost physically sick over it, but perhaps the Universe was just saying, “That’s enough. No need to explain so much.”

Basically learning how to deal with myself as a HSP, and teaching my husband how to deal with me as an HSP, has dramatically changed my life for the better.

It’s tough being this way sometimes, but I’ve learned to see the good in seeing the world in such a bright and vivid way.

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Pip’s Story

Today I made a video about my chihuahua, Pip, that I rescued on October 3, 2014.

I spotted Pip dragging himself alongside the road near a gas station across from the local Costco. At first I thought he had been hit by a car, but when I got out and started looking at him, I realized that his back legs had been tied together.

How could anyone be so cruel?

Of course my soft heart kicked into overdrive and I knew I couldn’t leave this poor, sweet baby to die on the side of the road.

I also knew that keeping a chihuahua puppy would be a hard sell for my mountain man of a husband, but in the end, he is pretty tender hearted too.

It didn’t take long to realize that Pip would require a lot of work on my behalf, and a lot of patience and tender loving care. Because of his injuries, he could not feel his back end very well, and he was incontinent.

I had to come to terms with the fact that I was caring for a disabled dog. 

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Potty training Pip has not been easy, and it’s still a work in progress. Every morning I have to clean his bedding and he requires a weekly or bi-weekly bath. But he is getting better and better day by day.

When people hear Pip’s story, it is natural for them to be angry that someone could be so cruel to an innocent puppy by tying his legs and leaving him for dead, but this is really a story of hope and survival.

Although there are people in this world that do bad things, there are also a lot of good people out there who are willing to step up and right the wrongs of others. 

Even though Pip requires a lot of extra special care, he is a joy to my son and all the children he meets. He is a loving little dog, and he tries to be a good boy.

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I’m happy that we were able to take in this little dog and give him a good life. And even though it hurts me to think that someone was cruel to him, it makes me feel good to know that my husband and I were able to have the love and patience to make a happy ending for Pip.

I know every day many good people make the decision to save the lives of animals in need.

Life is sometimes hard and full of surprises. And sometimes we receive the greatest blessings when we are willing to take a chance and open our hearts to love.

Here’s to life’s happy endings!

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Robot Friends

Meet our new robot, Cedar.

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He’s like a Roomba but $200 cheaper.

This robot is rather simple in design really. He just dusts the floor, and our floors are a bit of a brutal chore for him, but he does his job as best as he can rather well, bouncing around the house and under the furniture.

My 4-year-old son was immediately taken with this robot. The dogs were terrified or annoyed, I couldn’t quite tell.

My son picked Cedar up in wonder and curiosity, he followed him around the house, and he was rather worried when Cedar silently stopped when he encountered an object that he could not glide over or bounce around.

And this is what struck me about my kid’s immediate fascination with the robot. My son innately felt connected to this simple, round (mostly) autonomous robot creation. And when my husband picked him up to check out Cedar’s progress (the amount of dirt and dust collected), Brodie shrieked in a most protective way, “Don’t take it apart, Daddy!”

My son has bonded with the robot.

He instinctively seems to care about it, empathize with it even.  And this took place in only a matter of minutes.

It made me think of this movie from my ’80s childhood.

“Johnny #5 is alive!”

Don’t hurt the robot!

I couldn’t help thinking that in the not so distant future, there will probably be many more of these robots in our homes, doing chores diligently without supervision, needing only an occasional charge or part replacement, but they will probably, almost certainly, get our love and appreciation, if not affection, whether they need it or want it or not.

For some reason, it seems like it is programed in us to relate somehow to these animated non-human objects, or even in some cases inanimate ones, like stuffed animals.

I think about my cell phone and how well, I actually LOVE it. It is, after all, amazing. And most of us are in love with our smart phones, or if not in love with them, definitely obsessed.

So as a human race, we will be living with robots in our daily lives with more and more frequency. We may even merge with these machines according to the transhumanists.

Many people will naturally form relationships of sorts with robots. We will care for them, about them, and probably deeply appreciate them.

I guess the question is, as these machines evolve, will they be programmed to do the same for us, to connect with us, feel for us too?

Of course there’s the potential Terminator scenario in which the robots get pissed and take revenge.

But also there seems to be an innate possibility for some kind of deeper connection to take place, as in the scenario of the recent movie Interstellar in which robots are actually characters that the audience sympathizes with at some level, and one robot ends up sacrificing itself willingly and helps collect the data to save humanity. There’s also the new movie Big Hero 6 that has a very loveable robot that sacrifices itself for the main character in the film. It’s actually a pretty common theme in movies when the theme is not about how robots take over and try to destroy mankind.

I wish my new robot could do more, but I appreciate his efforts.

My husband suggested that we should go behind and sweep up after him, which to me kinda defeats the purpose of having a robot that sweeps. Then he speculated that at least the robot is pushing around trash from places we normally wouldn’t go, like under the bed, and at least he is collecting dust bunnies that can be easily disposed of after they are brought out into the light of day.

I can’t help wondering what kind of relationships we will develop with these machines and what other forgotten bits and pieces that they will help us discover, perhaps about the nature of creator and creation, and what it means to be humanly ourselves.