Sunday, February 21, 2021

Meeting a Grizzly Bear

 “She’s been helping me since RL passed away.” – Bill Lindsay

Meeting a Grizzly Bear

The key box I had outside Bill’s house simply vanished.  I couldn’t believe it.  After all, Blue Bell is a quiet rural community and I’d never had anything like that happen before.  So, it was a surprise.  But, the biggest surprise was about to be sprung.

I called Bill Lindsay to see if he knew anything about the disappearance.  That’s when he said, “Call Melynie, she’s been helping me since RL passed away.”

I called Melynie.

“Melynie.  Bill told me your father passed away.  I’m so sorry I didn’t know!  Please tell me what happened.”

Melynie told me that RL had been killed in a car accident seven months earlier!

“Please accept my condolences.”  I said.  “Some of my warmest memories are of times spent with your father.  I’ll always remember his warmth, generosity and goodness.”

Just thinking and talking of RL reminded me of the things he had taught me through modeling.  No, RL wasn’t a long, slinky runway model.  He was a large man, with a shape more akin to a grizzly bear than a fashion icon.

This would lead one to believe that RL’s interior disposition was identical to his rough and tumble look.  But belief is not always based in truth.  And here’s what RL taught me about using example to teach truth.

He served other people, even without knowing anything about them, except that they needed help.  I know this about him because he once invited me to a gathering centered on helping people neither he nor I knew on the other side of our planet.  When I asked him why and how he got involved he simply said, “I found out they needed help, so I inquired about how I could participate.”

I watched him open his heart and wallet that night.  His example demonstrated his clear belief that it is service to others that really shapes the character of a person.  I trusted him continually as a result.

You see, RL made some decisions about his own behavior well before he was ever in a position to question himself about how he would answer.  I respected him because he answered those questions prior to making important judgements.  He was somehow able to grasp how important it was to take personal responsibility to build bonds of trust that are essential to the creation of successful relationships and communities.

He modeled the kind of community life he hoped to share with others.  And he did it so effectively that his example became his way of persuading others to join him.  He was successful in doing this even when it was obvious that no other kind of persuasion could work.

RL’s acts of devotion to building personal relationships were not just affirmed in acts of expression.  He had confidence that his example would make the world better and that other people would be drawn to his spark if he had the courage and belief to walk that runway as a model.

“RL’s modeling” validates the idea that one should never assume they are fully formed as a person.  As people focused on personal growth, we should continually assume that we are imperfect, unformed, perhaps even fallen.  Then, like RL, we should engage in building our individual character.

He recognized that building character and virtue is the foremost work of every generation and every person.  Following RL’s model will naturally guide us to our highest purpose.  It is the only thing that will satisfy our hunger for meaning and truth.  To put it in a different way, our ability to pass along the teachings from other generations depends on our individual behavior.  

And, when the key box I had outside Bill’s house simply vanished.  I couldn’t believe it because Blue Bell is a quiet rural community and I’d never had anything like that happen there before, so it was a surprise.  But the biggest surprise that came my way in Blue Bell had nothing to do with that box and key.

The biggest surprise happened when I met one man there.  A man who looked like a grizzly bear on the outside and held the key to humankind’s highest purpose inside his oversized, kind and generous heart.

Monday, February 15, 2021

Millicent the Magnificent

“The doctors told us that he’d never be able to talk again.  Listen to him now!” – Millicent Penovich

Millicent the Magnificent

We stood on the foothills of the Oquirrh Mountains looking across the rolling, golden hills.  The rustle of waiving, native ryegrass created a rushing sound which enveloped us.  Lamar and Millicent would normally be easily understood in any conversation.  But something had changed that.

Lamar struggled to get his words out, because he recently had a stroke.  And, while his words were not clearly there, his eyes were.  I could see frustration held back, just behind his pupils, as if corralled by an earthen dam.  He could still think clearly.  He just wasn’t able to communicate in the same way he normally could with everyone else.  Except for Millicent.

Millicent has been Lamar’s spouse for more than thirty years and this familiarity, combined with love, has provided them with a higher level of communication.  This mountainside meeting was the perfect time and viewpoint for them to demonstrate this.  There was Lamar trying to climb the mountain of speaking what his mind was thinking.  And, there was Millicent standing beside him, reading him, understanding him and becoming his voice of patience.

I say patience because Lamar was forced to be patient with both Millicent and me during our attempted understanding.  I also say patience because I watched Millicent carefully and lovingly listen, repeat and listen again.  She never tired of this process even though I knew it was a constant in every one of her days and nights.

“Love never fails!  She is magnificent!”  I thought to myself as I observed and participated in this mountain-climbing-exercise about seven months ago.  We had not spoken verbally much at all since then.

That changed over the past couple of weeks as we were directly working together again.  That’s how I know Lamar and Millicent have traveled almost to the top of their communication mountain.  We were conversing on the phone and I could understand almost everything Lamar was saying!  Of course, there were a few stumbling points.  And, when there was such moment Millicent was there beside him, reading him, understanding him and continuing to be his voice of patience.

“Look at you!”  I exclaimed to Lamar.  “You’re talking like a river flows!”

“He’s doing very well!”  Millicent responded.  “The doctors told us that he’d never be able to talk again.  Listen to him now!”

“Listen to him now, indeed!”  I thought, as I remembered that particular summer day, when we were standing on the foothills of the Oquirrh Mountains, looking across the rolling, golden hills that make up their beautiful property.  The rustle of waiving, native ryegrass created a rushing sound which enveloped us.  Lamar and Millicent would normally be easily understood in any conversation.  But a stroke had changed that for the both of them.

Yet, the real, most important change, came into Lamar’s life long ago.  And today, Millicent the Magnificent is still, steadfastly standing at his side, making a hard time easier, while filling their lives with unwavering love, and understanding.  She’s an example, to you and me, of how we can devotedly ascend every one of life’s mountains beside those we love.

Monday, February 8, 2021

Sniffing-out the Spectacular

“To look at a thing is quite different from seeing a thing, and one does not see anything until one sees its beauty.” - MINNIE DRIVER - Miss Mabel Chiltern.


Sniffing-out the Spectacular


I walk my dog every morning.  You know my dog, Harry Pupper.  I started walking just for the exercise and then it was also because I could see how much Harry enjoyed it.  I could tell how much he loved it, because he would wake up, pretend to be sleeping, and wait.  Wait for the click.


The click I’m referring to is the sound made by my turning the garage door deadbolt.  It’s the same click that tells the Pupper its time for us to satisfy our need for wanderlust.  Every dog seems to have this desire tucked deep inside.  They love to wander.  So do I.  It’s something we share.


There’s something special about wandering time.  And, it’s even better when done with a buddy.  So, I thought my wandering mornings couldn’t get any better.  I was wrong.


Just three days ago, as we were out, just before the sun, I saw something extraordinary.  It made me stop and capture the moment in a photograph.  It also made me stop and ask two questions.


“What if I lived my life like this every day?  What if, while wandering through each day, I actively look for the spectacular?”


Those questions caused me to decided that the Pupper and were going to test our little “Seeking the spectacular” experiment by actively looking for the special while wandering the next couple of mornings.  And, you know what?  We found that we began to see things we’d never seen, or perhaps noticed before. Even though we’d obviously walked right past them afore.


For example, we discovered one of the most beautiful sculptures we’d ever seen.  As we happened upon it, I remember asking Harry Pupper, “Have you noticed this before?”  


“It just goes to show, that we begin to see what exactly we’re looking for!”  


Of course, as soon as my words hit Harry’s soft furry ears, I recalled one of my favorite movie quotes from the film “An Ideal Husband.”


“To look at a thing is quite different from seeing a thing, and one does not see anything until one sees its beauty.” - MINNIE DRIVER - Miss Mabel Chiltern.


Then, as if scripted, Harry and I happened upon a small, big-mouth-full, green ball.


The Pupper loves to play ball.  I kicked it.  He chased.  We played ball for the rest of our stroll, as the sun continue to rise higher in the sky.  It was second dawning.


Having fun while looking for the spectacular increases its impact!


I walk my dog every morning.  You know my dog, Harry Pupper.  I started walking just for the exercise and then, it was also because I could see how much Harry enjoyed it.  I could tell how much he loved it, because he would wake up, pretend to be sleeping, and wait.  Wait for the click.


The click I’m referring to is the sound made by my turning the garage door deadbolt.  It’s the same click that tells the Pupper its time for us to satisfy our need to seek the spectacular.  Every dog seems to have this desire tucked deep inside.  They love to sniff-it-out.  So do I.  It’s something we can all share.

Monday, February 1, 2021

Thermometer or Thermostat?

“While I was never part of their group, I respected them for the strength they held in their core beliefs.” – Michael Sears


Thermometer or Thermostat? 


“It seems as if all of our institutions have shifted and they’re failing right before our eyes!”  Michael said to me as we were enjoying each other’s company while having lunch together.


I could understand why he had come to such a conclusion as he shared his recent experiences.  At the same time, I was about to experience an unexpected, yet important side-benefit from our lunch-time conversation and it caused me to listen to and explore the idea of, as well as the human need for, belonging more deeply.  


Belonging to something bigger than one’s self, a group or institution, is an important element of what it means to be part of the human family and experience.  Michael’s food-infused stories revealed at least five essential, important tenets of “Michael’s Principle of Belonging,” so I hungrily listened as he fed them to me.


“I never seemed to believe the same things as the majority of others in my childhood community.”  Michael expressed to me, as he began our conversation.  “That was always really hard for me as it made me feel as if I were an outsider.”


He went on to describe more of the personal challenges he faced as a result.


“I know what it feels like to hit rock-bottom.  I’ve experienced such pain personally!  It wasn’t until I came to really understand, and accept, my own personal value that was able to flourish.”  He continued. “Experience has taught me that in in order for a person to be part of something larger than him or herself, the other members of the group have to value them for who they really are.”


That’s the main tenet of belonging to a human centric group or institution.  It is essential to Michael’s Principle of Belonging.


“The next thing I’ve come to appreciate, even though I never held the same core beliefs of my early-life community, is how much I had come to rely on the consistency of the people surrounding me!” He explained.  “While I didn’t share the beliefs of my neighbors, I truly respected them for their, ‘this is what I believe and I don’t care if you agree with me attitude.’  I’ve just recently been able to comprehend what an important stabilizing force their belief-continuity has been in my life.”


That’s Michaels’ Second Tenet.  A person, belonging to any community, has a reciprocal obligation to value the genuine personality of the other members in the group.


Speaking of personal responsibility, Michael said, “I’ve recently discovered my role in that same community!  I’ve become a bridge, of sorts.  There are times when members of our community can’t understand the position of others.  That’s when I’ve found myself stepping in to act as peace maker because I love, understand and value competing ideas.”


Michael’s third tenet is: It is the responsibility of each group member lead out with love.


“It seems as if all of our institutions have shifted and they’re failing right before our eyes!”  Michael said to me, with love and compassion in his eyes, as we were enjoying each other’s company while having lunch together.


When our time together had ended, my thoughts around what he had taught me didn’t end.  I couldn’t quite capture a tie-down, a certain, simple analogy that would allow me to bind all the lessons, he’d taught me, together into one simple, long-lasting, impactful picture.  That’s when I looked at my car’s dash board while preparing to leave the restaurant parking garage on that same wintry, snow-blown day.


First, I checked the outside temperature reading.  When I saw how cold it was, I next turned my hand from the ignition button to the thermostat, just to the lower right, so I could turn it to increase the comfort level in my car.


“Am I a thermometer or a thermostat like Michael?”  I asked myself right after this movement and realization allowed me to internally absorb what Michael had been teaching me.


Adhering to Michael’s Principle of Belonging also means that you and I can also follow its fourth and fifth tenet’s.  People who want to make a difference in the lives of others don’t have the luxury of simply registering changes related to life’s interactive temperatures.  They, like Michael, seize the opportunity, have the ability, and obligation to turn up the thermostat of their love and understanding, so they can make a noticeable difference in their communities and relationships.  If we will, then we’ll make both stronger and they’ll never fail.