Tuesday, December 28, 2010

A Progress Report: The results of the experiment


I stepped into the Unknown Zone on Wednesday, August 26, 2009. On this particular Wednesday I found out that the job that I had was being downsized, perhaps even eliminated. While I have been through many ups and downs in my life, this time I wanted to run an experiment to see if I could stand in discomfort and face my fears with courage instead of plowing through as I have always done. That weekend I went out and bought a journal.


My first entry in the journal was on August 30, “Do I have the courage to test it out”? I am not even sure I knew what I was testing. I started using the term Unknown Zone a few years ago after contemplating my computer, in the “unknown zone”, between this and that. It seemed like a good metaphor for times in my life when transformation was occurring. I had used the term for several years and thought that someday I would have the time to figure out why it was such a powerful thought for me. And so in September 2009 I started to write things down.


“In the eye of the storm there is that place of untapped pure potentiality. This is where the creative impulse lays.” I wrote on September 11. This is the first premise of the Unknown Zone. “It isn’t just about surviving crisis, change, or transformation by getting through it. It is about using the transformative situation as a catalyst - finding the creative impulse that will catapult you beyond the experience to find what is outside the fear.” – September 20.


I asked myself questions about the zone and wrote them down. It was not neat and I didn’t edit as I went, I just kept writing and thinking. There were only 2 things that I was sure of – that I wanted to move back to Boulder and the date that would happen. Otherwise I didn’t stress or strain to plan or push possible outcomes. Every day I just showed up with as much peace that I could find and wrote down what I noticed or felt about what I might want.


Charting the course

Moving through the first month I noticed that I was defining the Zone, creating steps to go though it. I kept coming back to the story of Odysseus trying to find his way home after the Trojan War. It took him 10 years and multiple challenges. Charting the course, navigating the unknown, creating within chaos.

  • What is the presenting issue?
  • What are my fears?
  • What are the possible outcomes (downsides and upsides)
  • What do I want to create?
  • Action steps

By October 9, I had listed presenting issues, my fears and possible outcomes (both positive and not so). I wrote:


What do I want to create?

  • To support all my needs abundantly with contract work.
  • That I find a nice place to live; an apartment filled with light, where I can have a dog.
  • That I will leave my current place of employment with 2 months severance for the move.
  • That my current employer will agree to give me a contract for 20 hours weekly.
  • That I will be able to continue to network and find contract work with the presenters, authors etc. that I have met along the way.

I wrote it and forgot about it, because it seemed to me that it was important to stay present in the day. On November 11, I layered in joy - “combine joyful expectation with the ongoing observation.”


December 20: “Remember, in the Zone you can manifest anything – keep your thoughts on what you want – avoid spending time thinking about what you don’t want.” I brought any fear-based thoughts back to joyful expectation.


The first week in April, my daughter and I finished packing the U Haul and I pulled out of Park City bound for Boulder with Bridget following in my car. The only arrangement that I had made was a room in a friend’s house in Boulder for an undetermined amount of time. I also had a severance agreement: Two months salary severance plus 20 hours a week ending May 15. Up until then it was all theory, now it was time to step into the Zone.


Navigating the zone

April 2: “I choose to live in this moment, as it is, with Grace. Find the moments of stillness and inspiration”.


The 9 X 10 room.

So began my laying fallow period. After a bumpy first week I developed my initial daily practice. I would work a couple of hours in the morning and a couple hours in the afternoon and the rest of the time I just sat on my air mattress and looked out at the park. I noticed the light as it changed during the day, the park regulars walking their dogs, doing tai chi, running by. I noticed my thoughts as they passed by too. When I had the notion to do something I would do it. On May 6 I wrote:


Peace-

That is what I am feeling.

I feel pretty peaceful-at peace with what is.

It’s perfect in this moment.

It just is and the lesson I am learning is that finding peace with what is – is better than worrying about it.

Right now – looking out my window, I am just happy to be.


Something had shifted and while my severance agreement had expired without a contract for further work I felt joyful anticipation. On the evening of May 18, I thought, “ It is time to get a dog” and I checked out the Humane Society on line. The next morning I woke up in a fever pitch of desire to get to the Humane Society – they didn’t open until 11:00 am. At 11:05 I walked in the door and at 11:10 in the 2nd to last kennel, there was Tucker. We fell in love.


Creating in the zone


Walking the dog.

So began my dog walking period. I still sat on my air mattress and worked, stared at the park and noticed my thoughts, but I also discovered life outside the 9 X 10 room. The people whom I had been watching walk their dogs became co-conspirators in the Boulder dog scene. (Take your dog off leash and let them play!)


Tucker and I walked miles every day both in the park and on the trails and my eyes started to lift up and take in the view. I kept thinking, “This is it! This is why I am here” as I would gaze at the Flatirons. My heart was bursting open. It felt like endless possibilities where flowing through me. I still didn’t know if I was going to be able to make any of this work, but I just felt pure happiness and left any thoughts of fear blow through. At the end of May I signed a contract with my employer for 20 hours per week of contract work. After that contract work just started showing up.


The apartment.

When I first arrived in Boulder I had done several searches online for an apartment, but every time I did, fear and doubt would flood in. So I let it go and continued to sit, watch and walk the dog. One day in July I woke up and thought, “It’s time to find an apartment.” I had thought that I wanted to live in Boulder, but on this morning I sat up, opened my computer and made 3 appointments to check out apartments in Longmont, 10 minutes North East of Boulder. The first one I saw was not only in my budget, it was filled with light and yes, I could have Tucker (they even reduced the pet rent). I paid my deposit and called to cancel the other appointments. On September 15 I moved in.


Now

A few weeks ago, after visiting my new baby grandson back on the east coast, I sat down to write in my journal. The well - loved book of handcrafted paper only had a few pages left. It struck me that in a little over a year I was on the other side of the Unknown Zone. I have created a new version of my life, complete with new memories, encompassing the older memories, some cherished, some bittersweet. I decided to look back and read some of the early thoughts on the Unknown Zone. That was when I came across the list of what I wanted to create. With a smile I realized that without any effort or trying on my part I had created just what I had written. Just showing up, watching my thoughts and acting when the thoughts said act had brought me here.


This certainly hasn’t been a double blind scientific study. But I sit here slightly stunned that without turmoil or strife I have created just exactly what I desired. I didn’t ask for a fancy car or 6-figure salary. I did ask for abundance and abundance I have. I asked for contract work on a steady basis and I have that and more. I asked for a home filled with light and a dog. I couldn’t have done it better if I had tried.

So, now what can I create.......?

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Obstacles

If life where a movie, I might be at the part where the plot twist comes. You know, that part of the story where the hero who has suffered a great sorrow or catastrophe and is valiantly prevailing through seemingly impossible circumstances is suddenly thwarted from her goal by an unseen misfortune. Why me? How could this happen? I am a good person and I deserve better!

Yes, I deserve to have all the happiness and abundance imaginable, as I am sure you do. However, sometimes I get in my own way. I don't know about you, but most of the obstacles that come my way are not generated "out there", but are held somewhere within me. You know, in the shadowy, fear based underbelly of the psyche that I don't want anyone to know about. Ugh!

Why am I bringing that up? Because it's true and that is where most of my obstacles come from. Early on I learned that my very existence hinged upon the good opinions of others. As a result I became terrified of failure. Needless to say, I am not perfect and I have failed. Regardless of knowing that I have failed and lived to see the next day, my ego still wants me to believe that in failure I will cease to exist. So, even if I have successfully charted a course through the Unknown Zone and I can see the far shore shimmering on the horizon, I will somehow create a storm that will keep me from reaching that shore. This is great when it is in the movies, but this is my life and I am not ready to beach the boat until I have reached the goal.

Queue up music for Rocky....by identifying that the true obstacle is within me, it is much easier to shift the circumstance that is outside of me. I can't control the "out there". I CAN decide that I am going to over-ride the notion that failure = death. I can re-commit to my course through the Unknown because even if I do fail, I am writing the movie and I will end it my way.


Thursday, June 3, 2010

Anger and Other Things

Anger is not an emotion that I am comfortable with. Growing up, strong emotions were not encouraged or countenanced. I had no context for what might be called useful anger, since there was no anger at all. Of course this was true for sorrow or delirious happiness too.

I was taught that since all things pass I should not become attached to my feelings. This was very yogic of my Mother, but not helpful in my overall emotional development. Since then and over the years I have developed a great respect for how our emotions can guide us in judging our present state of mind.

We have all woken up on a lovely sunny morning feeling happy to be alive and thinking that the day will bring nothing but sunshine and joy only to trip going up a stair, spilling our coffee into our briefcase, ruining the very spreadsheet that we worked for hours on the evening before as well as the laptop and cell phone ( well maybe not that exact scene but close) and finding the rest of the day in ruins. Once an emotion gets a grip on you it seems like there is no changing it until the winds of fortune shift, or perhaps you are a couple of glasses into a lovely bottle of wine. The day was no less sunny and lovely, but the state of mind was abruptly altered to indicate misfortune had occurred. Misfortune and good fortune often seem to be in cahoots with our emotions.

Which brings me back to my present state of mind. Since the end of last week, I have been feeling angry. Really angry. There are all sorts of very good reasons why and it has been easy for me to feel justified in my feelings. With each passing day I have risen from my bed and endeavored to create my day as Dr. Joe did in What the Bleep. I see the beauty and potentiality of the day. I feel the joy of the seamless creation of my choosing. (Jerry and Ester Hicks would be proud) I drop into stillness in meditation and follow that with a sweet little yoga flow. Om Shanti, and then the day just seems to explode and one misfortune after the other seems to occur. I know I am not alone in this. Ironically, the harder I work to feel peace and joy, the more fearful the misfortunes have become.

So I wonder, maybe instead of envisioning happy joy and abundance I should just get pissed off. I MEAN REALLY LET 'ER RIP! I don't mean slip into victimhood, but letting fly with some choice verbiage ( you know what I'm talking about). I don't want to scare the dog or the bird, but something has to shift. It seems to me that the "universe" has been waiting for me to experience anger and will keep sending me reasons to be angry until I get into the emotion and start expressing it. Does that make sense?




Friday, April 23, 2010

Our Stories

“Sing your songs of hope and fear -Sing the song that sent you here”
Wynonna Judd

From the beginning of time people have been telling stories about the Unknown Zone. So many teachers, sages, poets and authors have spun their magic with this topic. These stories were told before the written language and are as new as video clips on Facebook.

This past week the words of David from the Old Testament have been running around in my head. Most of us, even if we did not grow up religious, have heard pieces of the 23rd Psalms. The most “heard” version is the King James Version written in 1611. Envision a movie where someone on death row is walking the final walk with the priest reciting: “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil: for thou art with me.”

Sounds like the Unknown Zone to me. But what I really like is that David doesn’t just leave it there, he proceeds to create a vision of beauty. “Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over”.

Of course there have been many translations of David’s Psalms over the years. One of my favorite versions is another old one, the Rheims-Douay version of 1610. In this one, the over running cup is summed up this way “My chalise which inebriateth me, how goodly is it!” Bet you can tell why I like that one.

It doesn’t matter that you are walking in the valley of the shadow of death or as in the New Jerusalem Bible “a ravine as dark as death”, you get to have a chalise with whatever you like, be it red or white, at the end of the day. Not only that but in the final verse you read that "goodness and mercy will follow you through all the days of your life"(King James). Now this is what I’m talkin’ about!

So, maybe the Old Testament doesn’t do it for you. My kids loved the movie The Goonies (1985). I don’t know how many times we watched that video. As I recall you have a bunch of slightly misfit kids, a noble cause, a treasure to be found on a pirate ship, bad guys and a monster (Sloth). In the end the bad guys get arrested and the noble cause has been achieved. But the real gem is that the slightly misfit kids find out that they weren’t so misfit. All of that happened in a story that my kids still quote from. I don’t think it is an inspiring quote, but none-the-less, they remember the story.

I find comfort that the Psalms that were written 3000 years ago have as much meaning for me as The Goonies has for my kids. I like that we have stories to tell. New or old, these stories of faith and valor overcoming dire circumstances and events are universally recognized. Our ancestors heard these same stories around the fire at night. They are a part of us. They comfort us and give us moments of joy when times might seem tough. They become our song.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Headlights

Bunny in a headlight. It's not so much the state of being frozen, but when ALL thoughts cease to exist. Fly right out of your head. This phenomenon is pervasive during the height of the Holy @#%! phase of the Unknown Zone. At least that is my highly objective observation.

Sometimes not having a thought in your head is wonderful. It's not so good when the Mack truck of unemployment is bearing down on you. However, taking a few days to think minimally really improved my ability to string a few thoughts together today. Sadly, they were all related to work so maybe they don't count.

I wonder how other people deal with this. It would be great if I could spend a few months taking long walks and drinking bottles of wine while listening to cathartic music on my ipod. No time for that. I wonder if anyone would like to sponsor me for a year so I can write the middle age version of Eat, Pray, Love. Any takers?

I guess I'll stick with the obvious. Time spent with the kids and a few glasses of wine, not the whole bottle. Spending time breathing fresh air and realizing I am home.

That and watching Buddy the bird trying to weave one of his tail feathers into his cage; which is highly entertaining and hardly uses a brain wave.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Reality

Honestly? Not sure what I was thinking. I THOUGHT that I could spend 2 days fitting my life into one small room and then be back to work at the Starbucks du jour, neatly keeping all emotions in place and being productive. It felt normal to read my emails and respond accordingly. Yesterday went well. Today I found myself alone in the Superior branch of "Buckies" with tears running down my face as I tried to work at the speed and pace that I did just last week.

Really? Hadn't I promised myself a couple of days to do nothing? Hadn't I vowed to stay present? Instead I was crying into the phone to Sean as I tried to explain that my "remote to office" wasn't working. The staff at Starbucks chatted amongst themselves trying to ignore the woman sitting in the corner at a table and chair fussing over the next Four Winds Newsletter copy. I mean this is important stuff!

Hanging up the phone I shut down the computer that wasn't cooperating anyway, threw my cup and napkin away, got in the car and started driving. Here is what I was thinking:

I am sad and angry. (Newsflash!) I have worked hard all my life and I am a good person and yet I can't even allow myself 2 freaking days to do nothing. I feel obliged to be such a good employee and need to be valued by my empoyer more than I need to value myself. THIS IS NOT A GOOD START TO A NEW POINT OF VIEW. I am taking the rest of the day to feel sorry and sad and angry if I like. Who am I kidding if I can't even kid myself?

So, here I am in my small room which is the most warm and light spot that I have. I think tomorrow I will try it outside of the box that I have created for myself. After all, that is what the Unknown Zone is and that is what I am supposed to be doing.

Monday, March 1, 2010

The Unknown Zone

All of us find ourselves, sooner or later, in a place of transition or crisis which I call the Unknown Zone. Often it shows up as a life transforming experience such as the loss of a loved one, a job or a relationship. Normally we avoid these experiences and feel like they “happen” to us. Sometimes we ask God why and frequently we end up feeling like a victim.

The Unknown Zone is not something that “happens to us”, something “out there”, but it resides within each of us. This is the place where our fears and shadows reside. It is also the place where we discover our magnificence and grace. When a life event comes along, it is how we choose to navigate this Zone which determines whether we get swallowed up in our fear or step into grace.

We all have had many opportunities to navigate the Zone. We all have stories to tell of overcoming our fears and setbacks. Many of us might be in The Zone right now. I would like to share my ongoing journey in The Zone and I would like to hear from others the stories they have to share.