Growing Life

I have had a “dry spell” in my writing – a time when my metaphoric pen ran out of ink, and I couldn’t replenish it.  My ideas were all focused on family needs and transitions, my counseling practice, and more recently, learning the personally and professionally exciting field of neuroplasticity, how the brain changes itself, and how that can be applied to eliminating persistent pain. 

Now my thoughts and desires turn, again, to the traditional preoccupations of spring.  I am planting my garden, choosing plant starts and seeds, following the sun through the day to see where it lingers most, and planning where each plant will (hopefully!) be able to grow and produce its vegetables, fruit, or flowers. 

Giving Thanks – Opening to Hope - Making Peace

My teens remind me that this holiday of Thanksgiving has a checkered past.  Its origin reminds us of when the generosity of one people was met with oppression by the other.  Yet the tradition of giving thanks for a successful harvest, and later, gratitude for making it through a variety of difficult times, is a long one and is shared by many people of different cultures.

What keeps us going in difficult and challenging times?  We are certainly living in such a time now, with widespread economic hardship and disparity.  Is there something essential that we can access under any circumstances that gives us strength and brings us peace?

The practice of gratitude allows us to find the beauty in our lives, acknowledge the love we give and receive, and experience ourselves as grounded and balanced.  It is not the same thing as being in denial of adversity.  It does not preclude realistic analysis of the situation, or take away from tough decision-making and planning.  Rather, it helps us appreciate and understand what we have, which is necessary to illuminate our view of the path ahead.

So for me, Thanksgiving is an opportunity for gratitude practice within the context of the greater community.  It’s important to know its checkered past, to do everything in our power to transform a history of oppression into appreciation and gratitude for diverse cultures and peoples.  And, of course, we celebrate with a great feast of thanks for the delicious harvest.

Two years ago, my son was a junior in high school and studying in Israel for the fall semester.  He was about to travel with his group to Poland to study the Holocaust.  The parents were asked to write letters which would be given to the students while they were there, for support during a difficult time, while they visited the death camps.  I wanted to write something for him about hope, and started writing a poem, but it morphed itself into a poem about bread and peace.  I think the two are strongly related, for we must have hope to be able to envision a world in peace.

Recipe for Peace:  Bread of the Earth

Take a very large bowl

And put the world into it.

Stir carefully while adding:

-1 measure of pure warm rain

-a double measure of the milk of human kindness

-1 teaspoon of wildflower honey

Sprinkle with your hands full of the leavening of humor.

While it starts to rise

Go away and leave it alone.

Use the time to lie in the sun

With your ancient Labrador retriever,

Arm resting on her lumpy softness,

Her breath whistling in your ear.

After all, DOG IS MY COPILOT.

After she gets too hot, check the bowl.

The bubbles are proof that it will all come together.

Time to add more ingredients, this time by feel:

-seeds of change – be sure to put in enough

-breezes of hope fanned by millions of wings

-a mixture of human endeavor soaked in spirits

-some squeaky wheels liberally greased

-a few salty tears to bring out the flavor

Knead it with compassionate hands,

All the hands around the table,

Each sliding off the others

As the dough is stretched and compressed,

Formed, shaped, irrevocably changed by every touch.

While you are kneading, sing –

Find the notes that bring

The work and the workers together into harmony.

Then – you will know when – rest the dough.

Cover with good intentions.

Use this time to learn someone else’s language,

Talk to a stranger,

Or wonder who lives in outer space.

The time has come.

Now the dough can be brought

Into alignment with the stars,

Shaped into the peace that will perfectly fit

The pan it was meant to inhabit.

Slipping the pan into a crucible

Of uncounted starfire, you wait.

The scent is tantalizing –

It is what you have always longed for,

Yet do not know.

Finally, it is here, in your own kitchen.

And you sit with all the others,

Feeling the purr of your warm cat

Extending her vibration from your lap

Out to the universe,

While inside is Peace.

Danielle Rosenman

c. November 11, 2009

Occupy Hope

This week Occupy Oakland, in solidarity with the Occupy Wall Street movement, sponsored a General Strike, which culminated in a 2 mile march to the Port of Oakland.  I was not there.  All that I am, forged in the heat of the protest marches and demonstrations against the Vietnam war, in favor of ethnic studies classes at U.C. Berkeley, in support of the people’s right to the use of land, sent my heart and my husband out to march.  My body, constrained by chronic back pain and more recently chronic foot pain, was unable to be there.

Invisible disability is more common than anyone knows.  There are so many of us who look just like everyone else, but who live with limitations of physical, mental, emotional, or intellectual function. 

Our nation, and indeed the world, is impaired by dysfunction that has been increasing, under the surface of awareness, for a long time.  As a society, we have been living with invisible disability.  Just as the individual’s unseen disability is so difficult for others to recognize, most people simply have not noticed the magnitude of the dysfunction in social institutions, or its affect even on the people that they know.     

Now the dysfunction, the disability, in our nation has become so widespread that it has broken the surface, and everyone can see it.  No longer invisible, it affects 99% of the people, and it can be experienced personally with all the senses, and not just seen as affecting someone else.  We and our friends are burdened with financial difficulties, worried about caring for our aging parents and getting our youth through college without leaving them crippled with debt.  We and our acquaintances are struggling to keep our homes, or have lost them, or never had a chance of owning them.  We and our families have lost our savings, or lost our jobs, or can’t get a job.  We all know single parents who can’t afford childcare or someone who retired after a full work life who must now try to find a job to pay the bills.  Around us, schools and universities and libraries and community centers and services for the aged, ill, and disabled are being closed, unfunded, unstaffed.   And, as my disability is something I cannot ignore, that of our society also must be addressed by us all.

If we are to engage with these issues, it helps to understand more about ability and disability.  The World Health Organization International Classification of Functioning, Disability and Health (ICF) has updated the discussion of ability and disability.  It defines “disability” as “an umbrella term for impairments, activity limitations and participation restrictions.”  The ICF emphasizes that anyone can experience disability, which thus becomes a “universal human experience.” 

Even more important, the meaning of a disability depends on the context of a given environment.   The environment can make a difference between the “level of capacity” and the “level of performance.”   If my environment is my home or my office, where I can sit on my reclining chair, I have less back pain, and my “performance,” or what I can actually do, is close to my “capacity”, or what I can do under ideal conditions.  On the other hand, if my environment is marching in a demonstration in the streets, my “performance” is less than my “capacity,” and I will have to stop in just a few blocks and go home.

The importance of these definitions is the concept that changing the environment can completely change the meaning of the disability.  The word “ability” can be defined as “the power to act.”  The previous, or medical, model is to try to fix the disability.  As a physician myself, it is always very tempting to put energy and resources into fixing the problem.  However, as an experienced physician, I know that this is not enough, and that the results are often limited.  The new model is to bring the person with the disability into balance with the environment, by changing the environment.  

Now we are in the realm of healing.  As physicians, we support healing, which derives from the word for wholeness.  As such, we are obligated to attend to the whole person within the whole partnership/family, within the whole community.  It is attention to the wholeness of our community, in the broadest sense, which inspires the Occupy movement. 

What else does the Occupy movement have to do with healing?  I’m not referring to the fact that so many people in this country have limited or no access to medical care, that the chief cause of bankruptcy is medical bills, that people die because they do not have health insurance (I personally have 2 friends whose death certificates should have included the diagnosis “due to lack of health insurance”).  I’m not discussing the lack of preventive medical care, which drives up unnecessary health care costs on top of the enormous human costs of illness.  I’m not even talking about the differential between the 1% and the 99%, and how the worth of a life and of health is measured in money.

The Occupy movement, grassroots assemblies across the whole country, is composed of a true representation of the 99%, different ages, genders, races, ethnicity, religions, work histories, interests, and ideas.  These assemblies promote wholeness, coming together for group consensus decision-making, helping each other with the activities of daily living of a society (housing, food, etc.), and focusing on healing the dysfunction of society as a whole.  It is a movement that rejects special interests, has no leaders, and has a single issue:

people together making change, resisting greed, corruption, and the hoarding of resources by the 1%.  They are changing the environment in the process of trying to fix the problem.  

This movement is our hope.  Any physician can tell you that we must have hope to go on, even in the most desperate circumstances.  When we have hope, we can tolerate the most difficult treatments, smile despite the pain, and plan for the future, to make a better world for our children’s children’s children.