I lost my wedding ring last Sunday. Actually, Deb lost it. We were at our cabin getting ready to leave, and both of us are doing our vairous duties, like sweeping, cleaning, and carrying things to the car. The car was jammed with a large bag of disposables, a large bag of recyclcables, dirty clothes, cooler, and, as always, lots of books, some of them read. So we are about 20 mintues out and I notice I dont have my wedding ring on. Now my procedure is to put my watch, ring(s), phone, pen, and keys on the long counter in the kitchen ready to put in my pocket or go in the car. Deb picked up my stuff and put these several items in the car, a nice thing that she often does. This time, unfortunately, there was no ring. The backdrop of the ring, by the way, is that I got a new ring about 6 years ago when Deb’s mother took us to Aruba. The ring cost something like $1500, which I am a bit embarrassed to admit. So it was no small thing. Additionally, I had just sold my original wedding ring to a jeweler because of the currently high value of gold. No ring. What do we do. We turn around. We get back the cabin. No ring in the cabin. No ring in the yard. No ring in the driveway. And we are back in the car. For a few minutes I was mad (I wish you would leave my s**t alone), but that passed, and within about an hour I was good with the loss. I was good with the loss means that I had been sad and was no longer sad. I teach my patients this all the time: underlying anger is always sadness; underlying sadness is always a loss; underlying a loss is always a love. I loved my ring. And now it was gone. I began to think of people who spend 10x the $1500 or 100x the $1500, and I smiled at myself. And felt pretty good. Got home and immediately went to a social obligation, where by chance I talked to my friend Chris about having lost the ring and no longer feeling bad (sad) about it. It was a good feeling. That was the end of it…I thought.
Then I came home, and Deb said, “Look at the sidewalk next to the garage.” I saw my ring. She had found it (and put it back where she had found it so I could “find” it.
My ring was back. That was nice, but oddly, it didnt mean as much to me as it had before even though I really love my (sapphire) ring. It felt like the losing was a very different and important experience compared to the finding.
Mindfulness: the Here and Now
July 19, 2013
Here and Now, i.e. mindfulness:
I had a client (mother of a young child) ask me today if I had done “mindfulness stuff” with my kids. I laughed and told her how we started a nude beach once and then suggested that it probably counted as mindfulness training. Mindfulness, or self-acceptance and understanding, as I call it, has been around for a long time. Mindfulness, of course, is about being present in the here and now. I like to think that the Creator initiated mindfulness when s/he declared of herself “I AM”. Whoa! Talk about self-awareness! You can’t get more Here and Now than I AM.
Pretty much every day with one client or the other, I stand up and write the words
“here and now” on the middle of my white board. Then I add an arrow going to the left in front of the word “here” and another arrow going to the right following the word “now” (scribble it on a piece of paper so you can see it). At the end of the arrow that goes left I write Hx (historical) and at the end of the arrow that goes to the right I write Ft (future). I tell my clients that we are always safe in the Here and Now, which is the only place breath exists.
When we live in the past we dwell in depression, when we attempt to live in the future we swell with anxiety. There is no depression, nor is there any anxiety in the Here and Now. It isn’t possible. Depression is always based on the fantasy of “if only” while anxiety is based on the projection of “what if”. Here and Now is the only place we can breathe and be the I Am that we are.
~ DocBrock
My Mouth Said That
30 years ago, when Deb and I were traveling in our funny lilttle 1982 Mercury LN7, Deb asked us if we wanted a cookie from the stash she had brought with us. I said, “Yes,” and Krissie, then age 9, certainly said, “Yes” and further suggested she might want more than one. Jenny, then 5 and the more introverted of the two girls, responded with a simple, “No, thank you.” A couple minutes later as the three of us were eating cookies, Jenny said that she wanted a cookie. “Oh, sure, Jenny,” Deb said, “I thought you said you didnt want a cookie.” Without missing a beat Jenny responded, “My mouth said that.” My mouth said that! What an interesting expression. Deb and I both immediately noticed that there was something quite unusual and seemingly brilliant about Jenny’s statement. Somehow, in her 5-year old mind, she had been able to separate somewhat disparate elements of her mind without the slightest concern about the apparent disparity.
“My mouth said that” has become a frequently used statement between Deb and me, particularly when we are talking about the things we have said during our work as psychologists. We use the phrase, “My mouth said that” when we report something new and succinct that we have said to a patient that seemed to come out of our mouths spontaneously. Deb or I will frequently admit to having “my mouth saying” something, always new, sometimes profound. It is both invigorating and humbling to have my mouth say something that I didnt seem to know before I said it. Sometimes, dare I say it, it seems like God is speaking through me. Other times it seems that I just found the right rurn of phrase to express something I have known for years. Still other times it seems that I am finally understanding something everyone else has known for centuries.
This is my very first blog. Deb and I are finally joining the 21st century in such things, and hope to be of some benefit to the world. I suspect readers will discover that “my mouth” will say things in the future. So I look forward to both teaching and learning.