How Many Days, and How Many Nights?

How many
pages, how many
notebooks, how many words
and characters, how many mornings and
how many nights, how many pens with ink in purple
and blue and black and red, and how many bursts to organize
time, how many resolutions in the new year to gain discipline, how
many books read on craft and character, how many for the love of fiction
alone and how many ideas started and stopped, how many born full term only
to rest in isolation, how many sweet scenes, how many sad, how many sweet,
sexy flashing bright contacts and how many spirits whispering secrets into sand and sea
and deaf ears, how many children meeting other children, how many conferences
or contacts with other writers and how many web sites and articles and wishes
and dreams and tears of frustration and how many blank pages faced
bravely, cowardly, tentatively, and how many ‘ly’ words slashed
unceremoniously and how many times on my knees before
gods and great spirits will it take to claim my writing
and put it in the middle
of my life?

We are off this morning (in the rain) to do a Bead People Event in Pine River, MN.  I think we are having a monsoon. Torrential rains yesterday and through the night.  Should be a fun (wet and chilly?) day.  As we have finally begun to catch up with old projects, rebuilding our website and work on the house, I am beginning to turn my mind toward “what now?”  I am still amazed at how the Bead People make me smile.  We have quite a few events coming up, but I can’t see them being my mainstay.  I will be so curious to see if my urge to write comes back.  It has been oddly absent the past few years–as if the editor has moved into her chair and the writer took a walk out in the back yard and isn’t sure if she wants to come back in.  Between Tools for writing and my two books, The Lonely Place and The Taming Power, I feel kind of spun out.  Day after day I go out to the pile of clay in my yard and begin screening the dirt, mixing the mud, applying the mud as if I am in a trance.  It feels good.  It feels magical.  I’m working on the thicker infill coat and the mud goes on in fistfuls and builds out from the wall in one, two, three inch applications.  Once I have piled a bunch onto a small section of wall, I start to work it.  It is thick, wet, moving.  I actually feel like I am touching skin and there is a body beneath my fingers.   I soothe it and smooth it until it conforms to the shape and thickness I want, nice and even across a three foot section.  It is incredibly hard work and takes forever, and yet it pulls me into this earthy trance, forming the body of my house.

Writing?  Who cares.  That is kind of where I’m at right now.  I’d like to know the exact number of hours, minutes, days, weeks that I have sat with a notebook or on the computer or staring at a page working on a story.  Now that my favorite novel is out (Taming Power), I feel more settled on the matter.  That probably will not last.  That probably is not the truth.  One day, we shall see, I’ll be walking out the door and down the steps and a thought will come.  It might be a single phrase, a title floating out there with nothing to attach itself to, or it might be an image, a bit of action, and I will be off again.  But I don’t want my life to be about “wanting” something to happen.  I want to be.  I think I will repost my favorite little poem here since it relates.

I am sitting in my favorite coffee shop in Lincoln, NE following a two-day blizzard.  I think I am done posting items about our construction project–the straw bale house.  We still have lots to do but will probably table it now until spring.  Mudding in the winter does not quite work.  There is a woman singing here in the coffee shop.  A woman on an accordion is accompanying her as she sings and plays the cello.  Her music is much like a chant–droning lyrics and harmonic sounds.  I like it and it kicks me into an interior space.  She just invited the audience to join her in an improve–give her the subject.  Somebody said flowers and another said orchids–and whiskey.

On the way down to Lincoln Milt and I had a lot of time to explore our lives.   We both realized that there is a theme to most of the work that we do.  We care about whatever it takes to build a strong inner core of strength (and humanity).  I know for me that it doesn’t matter whether I am writing, teaching, doing constellation work, doing Bead People project or,  or, or,   I’m always working toward building that core in myself and others.

Lately I’ve been noticing that the advertising, the programs on television, the internet–everywhere I turn adults are being portrayed as selfish children.  They whine, act stupid, and disrespect one another.  I keep trying to figure out what is going on in our world.  Why has it become fashionable to be a brat?  And if our world is full of children and brats, who will take care of the important matters that need tending to?  We should be fighting against the dumbing down of our society, and we should be fighting harder now more than ever.  I don’t know if anybody has seen that silly woman on the Target ads but I, for one, will do no shopping at Target this year.  It may be a small action but it makes me feel better.

When I wrote Albert’s Manuscript, I was struck by the vision it contained of the gigantic, spiraling movements of humankind on earth.  First Man told Albert in his vision that there would be four great movements in the human spiral. Interestingly,they all begin with a ‘W’.  The Walkers, The Watchers, The Weavers–and the Weepers (or Whiners).  Albert learned that in this time, at the end of “The Wind of a Thousand Years,” we must be careful to nurture the children because they will be the weavers of the new world.  I think this is much more than just a story.  I just posted this book as an ebook at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/6758  This was also the story that came before the shorter “Bead People” version, so I hope you will take a look.

I can’t seem to decide what course my own life should take right now.  Part of me wants to retreat from the good fight (against creating a nation of selfish children) and another part of me wants to push ahead and do workshops and offer alternatives for parents, partners, and individuals.  It feels like most of my adult life has been focused on helping others to achieve their own creative potential.  Am I achieving my own?  Am I standing strong and solidifying my own inner core?  That will be the question on my mind over the next months.

On a lighter note, I made a mountain of lefse with my grandchildren today.  They had a snow day and we had a lot of fun.  I guess that is part of my mission–watching those little weavers grow and gain strength.  They have wonderful, brilliant minds and I love to be around them.

Jamie

Me on a Bobcat?

I couldn’t let this day end without writing at least a short post.  It was quite a day.  We shipped the textbook to the printer today along with a few quick prayers for it being as error free as it can be at this time.  To celebrate, I got on the Bobcat for the first time and dug into my slash pile.  I am usually a bit intimidated by pieced of equipment that are that much bigger than I am.  But I have to admit, I got what could possibly have been a testosterone rush.   I have been plucking at that small mountain with a garden rake and this was definitely the right tool for the job.

Then, to further top off an amazing day, our rafters were delivered this morning at 8:30 am, and at sunset we swam in a wonderful lake appropriately called “Grace Lake.”

I still have quite a bit of work to do on the Instructor’s Manual for the textbook,, but for the first time since I left South Dakota, I felt free.  This Saturday we are doing a Bead People event and I just spent an hour with a wonderful magazine called Northwoods Woman.  I had to smile because the fiction story in it seemed so, so familiar-my kind of story.  Do you suppose that is it for me?  I am a Northwoods woman who has found her way home again?  I have been out in South Dakota for over 30 years.  The other day I couldn’t resist checking up on my favorite blueberry path to see how “my” berries are coming along.

Life is good.

Jamie

A New Day, A New Age

Dear Friends,

I have not written a newsletter or a post for a very long time.  Life has been swimming by with me caught in the wonderful flow of things.  Today, though, I feel an urge to write.  Our new President has urged us to become actively involved in creating the world we all want to live in and the world we want to leave to our children.  Most of us may already feel like we offer good service, that we spend our days wisely and with both attention and intention.  I know I feel that way, and yet I realize there is so much more that I could be doing.  The invitation from President Obama is to help him grow his own brand of power but to grow it horizontally, side by side with the rest of us.  I don’t take this charge lightly.  

When I saw the 2 plus million people shivering on the Mall in Washington, D.C., it occurred to me that we do have real power.  We chose a new leader.  We are acting in new ways.  We are thinking that it may be possible, at last, to build that world that is generous and caring, that is willing to see the similarities in our human family and not just the differences. 

This is my goal for the beginning of this new era.  I have spent too many years thinking that I was not good enough, or strong enough, or smart enough to contribute more than a tiny bit to the collective good.  This feeling is rooted in childlike patterns that have little or nothing to do with the woman I have become.  I decided today to let the child in me play in the garden while I get to work.  I have creative abilities and talents, messages to send, Bead People to spread around the world.  I have completed books still sitting on my computer without any readers, books that support the message of a kinder and wiser world.  I have wisdom I’ve not tapped, great learning to do yet, and so many people to meet. 

For the past month I’ve been clearing the debris of my life, shedding all that doesn’t belong and that I no longer want.  I need all my energy and all of my time to do the work that the Creator sent me here to do.  And I plan to do it.

What does the Creator have in mind for you?  Can you set aside childlike concerns and go courageously into your own abilities?  If we just think of all the small steps that those two million people had to take to get to the capitol, or the many steps President Obama took to put his hand on that bible, and we can see that it is all just small steps.  First one, and then another, and then another.  We can feed people, resolve differences, help one another in hard times, share our wealth with others, and share our wisdom with others.  We can use less, plant more, and build businesses that serve the greater good and do not gut it.  So many are talking about our aging population and the problems it will bring.  Nobody is talking about a nation of Elders who can act in strong and generous ways. 

Okay, this is beginning to sound like a campaign speech-but it is inauguration day . . . just do it. 

 

Jamie

On Free Range Chickens

We have a friend who keeps laying hens for the eggs.  Every week or so a dozen eggs show up in our living room or on our kitchen table.  The yolks are large and so yellow.  She lets them range freely and lets the eggs get fertilized because she feels they have more “life force” that way.  She also tosses kitchen scraps and the hens eat it all.  We visited her coop one day.  It is amazing how patterned chickens are.  Every night they return to their roost and do their thing.  During the day they run free.

I don’t know why but these chickens are on my mind.  This was the last week of my semester and I’ve been considering either quitting or going half-time, so I have more time for my other pursuits.  How strange is it that after only five years with a “real” job I am suddenly worried about things like benefits and steady paychecks and health care.  Most of my adult life I’ve worked as an independent doing all kinds of things.  Together Milt and I have created over 100 unusual items like radio programs, films, Bead People International, a dozen novels and books, and, and, and.  Having the time for those creations was essential.  Now, suddenly, I’m a bit nervous about “free range” again.  The other night I wondered what would happen to caged chickens if you suddenly dumped them out in the long grass.  Would they recognize bugs?  Would they know their predators?  Would they be able to sustain life? 

Then I started thinking of children caught in the cage of NCLB being forced learning as if was feed.  No play, no roaming, no creation?  It suddenly occurred to me that we are creating cage syndrome in our kids at a time when creative and innovative thinking are absolutely essential to the survival of the human race. 

Milt and I were joking around the other night about The Little Red Hen.  If you remember, that little lady wanted to bake a loaf of fresh bread.  She wanted to enlist the help of her buddies who all wanted to share the bread-but when she asked could they help with this or that, they all said, “Not I”.  We were putting this story to modern times and realized that now if Ms. Hen wanted to bake a fresh loaf she’d have to call a committee together, design outcomes, determine resources, measure progress, report the progress, form a task force and then, because she ran out of time, forget about the bread. 

I think this is actually about four posts in one.  I should have stuck with the chickens. 

One of the things Milt and I continue to observe is the difference between the energy of creating and the energy of “problem solving”.  One is filled with lightness and electricity, one is a deadening, flat energy that brings you down. 

Oh dear, another post.  Maybe now that my semester break has begun, I will actually tame my teaming brain (it’s been caged since August) and get it working in a more orderly fashion. 

Apologies. 

Jamie

Re-Visioning Adolescence and the Rite of Passage, Chapter 6

It seems almost unfair to try to explain Family Constellation Work in one condensed chapter like this.  I’ve been doing this work for the past ten years and have never experienced such deep, soul-level work.   If my botched explanation touches you in any way, please do look further into this approach.  It has changed the lives of hundreds of people that I have worked with.  It has changed my life. 

 I’m tired and my son’s wedding is looming (we leave a week from today).  I am excited about it but also looking forward to it being behind us.  Tom and Erica are going to Hawaii for their honeymoon.  Wish I was heading to the Global Passageways retreat next week myself.  Instead, I’m sending a Bead Person for each attendee.  I’ll be there energetically!

 

Jamie

 

 CHAPTER SIX

The Art of Separating

 I once heard a Lakota medicine man give a wonder­ful talk about how the tiny spirit finds its way from the spirit world and into the body of his or her mother. This wisp of life travels a great distance and then, at concep­tion, is given a human body following an explosion of sperm into the fertile womb of the woman. At birth the body of the woman mobilizes for another explosion as the child enters this world and is separated from the mother. This separation is necessary if life is to continue.

Adolescence is like a second birth, perhaps even more complex and difficult than the first. In this second birth the child is not an unaware infant but a participant in the separation. A tremendous tension builds between hanging on and letting go as the child, once again, attempts to separate.

In the work of people such as Bert Hellinger, Milton Erickson, Virginia Satir, and many other insightful engi­neers of this important event, they observed that the fail­ure to separate from the parents and the family of origin could bring about neurosis, mental illness, physical illness, and even death. As I’ve deepened my study of this important developmental moment-of separating-I’m willing to risk saying that 98% of the clients I see are trapped in the tense pull of this separation either from their own parents or from their children or from a way of being that no longer allows for further growth. This movement away from the family and into our own uni­verse touches some deeply fundamental force that seeks resolution.

In fact, there is a universal tension that builds within all of us between the need to belong and the need to separate. In the age of adolescence, this tension is like a guitar wire, tight and singing. We seek a firm membership in our culture and family-and simultaneously seek to wander off alone into the forest to discover the higher truth of our aloneness. This becomes a combustible mixture that, when left alone and uninitiated, will burn its own trail through the forest.

 On September 11, 2001, we were all shocked by the terrorist attacks and the subsequent collapse of the World Trade Center. Strangely, just three days before this event I’d checked out a book called The Psychology of War, by Lawrence LeShan. The skinny little book was riding in my van the day of the attack so I picked it up and began reading. All around me there was the trembling energy of a nation about to either collapse, as the towers did, or to rise to something new. I wondered which it would be.

Dr. Lawrence LeShan speaks about a universal tension between the desire to belong and the desire to be an individual that is shared by all human beings.  Since our country was on the edge of war, I read on, surprised at how clearly he explained this tension:

 Historically and anthropologically, there  are two different means (both of which appear in nearly every known human culture) available to us that promise to   sat­isfy both of these drives, simultaneously and without contradiction . . . . A very small part of the human race turns to one of the schools of esoteric or spiritual development . . . .There is a second means of resolving this tension, between our need for singularity and our need for group identification. This means also appears in nearly every culture, and it too promises to fulfill both of these needs simultaneously, without contradiction; it promises to enhance our individuality and heighten our existence and, at the same time, increase our sense of being part of a group; to lessen our separateness at the same time it increases our individuality. Further, it pro-mises to do so with full social approval and without the arduous discipline required for meditation, which apparently can only be followed by a few. This second path is the way of armed group conflict-of war.

 LeShan says we resolve the conflict in one of two ways: by seeking spirit-or by making war.

One of the largest whales our children will have to hunt is that which will insure the safety of planet Earth. If we are to survive all of us, both young and old, need to become conscious of our own belonging and the forces that drive it. I hope someday to explore the full impact of blind belonging versus conscious belonging but, for our topic here, it’s enough to say that teaching our youth about this powerful tension system is an essential part of initiating them into adulthood.

 The Power of Exclusion

In ancient native cultures, the greatest punishment meted out to a member of the tribe was to be excluded. In some ways, even death was more merciful than full exclusion. We, in our archaic souls, understand the power of inclusion and exclusion, yet we also seek separate­ness.

Most romantic literature and poetry is about finding what the heart most desires only to lose it again. Coming and going. Essentially we are programmed genetically, biologically, and spiritually to find ourselves safe and embraced by what we love only to turn and leave it behind. It’s the driving force behind initiation-to leave the known, familiar territory and to discover something new.

 The Power of Mother and Father

In adolescence, this tension between belonging and aloneness can take on mythic proportions. To let this dynamic tension unfold and allow the child to be born again into adult life, we need to understand the subtle forces at work within the family. 

Many tribal societies recognized the intensely deep pull that a mother has on a child.  Separating mother and child, as we have explored, was often the first part of a rite of passage ritual.  It’s as if a second umbilical cord, invisible and made of steel, needs to be cut.  We think of adolescence as the time when the child pulls away from the mother, but mother must also be willing to let go of the child.  If, in the early years, the bond between mother and child has been fully formed, the child can move more easily away from the mother.  If for some reason the bond was incomplete, both mother and child find separation difficult. 

In The Magical Child, Pearce (1986) explores this mysterious bonding process in full detail.  He recognizes that many innovations in our modern society have suc­ceeded in weakening the bond between mother and infant; medical births, drugs in childbirth, mothers at work, day care centers and television are just a few of the intervening forces he examines. When I first read Pearce many years ago, I found this bleak picture of the future of the human race to be almost unbearable. All of the eroding fac­tors he lists have been the standard for decades. Even in choosing to birth my own three children naturally, with­out drugs or extreme medical intervention, I still had to fight the hospital staff to allow nursing on demand, in-room care etc. 

What does this mean, for our society, I wondered?  Although natural childbirth is in vogue again, is it enough?   Our economic structures still force women into full employment. They return home exhausted and over­worked, their children warehoused in childcare centers day after day.

 The Family Constellation Work of Bert Hellinger

When first introduced to the intensive family work of German psychotherapist, Bert Hellinger2, I recognized that he had, perhaps, found a solution to the incomplete bonding within families.  By returning to the deep river of love and connection flowing beneath families, we can restore what has been broken.  The truth is parents love their children.  And children love their parents.  On the level of the soul, there is no stronger force operating.  Whatever negative factors have influenced the way we act in the world, this love remains true.  Hellinger (2001), in summarizing his decades of experience with family systems wrote:

 The most important thing I’ve seen is that love is at work behind all human behavior and, however strange this may seem, behind all our psychological symp­toms.  This means that it’s essential in therapy to find where the clients love. 

 Working energetically with the family system, Hellinger recognized the soul’s desire to complete what has been incomplete. He discovered that the obstacles to love flowing within the family could be resolved and removed by a variety of means. 

Consider the young infant wanting only to reach out for mom and to be taken. When this natural movement is interrupted somehow, through sickness or separation, the infant enters childhood constantly trying to complete the movement. Hellinger observed that he could place a sur­rogate or representative mother in front of a client and that the client could, at last, complete the movement that the soul has longed to make for a lifetime.  He calls this “a completion of the reaching out movement”3

Hellinger developed a tool now called the family con­stellation as a way of working with families. The family constellation makes visible the hidden ties and connec­tions that flow naturally out of love and loyalty within a family.  He called these connections “the hidden orders of love.”  According to Hellinger (1998):

 The systemic orders that allow love to thrive in families are difficult to define precisely. They have far greater flexibility than social or moral laws that have been invented by societies or individuals and that must be obeyed to the letter. They are also different from the rules of a game that can be modified to suit the circum­stances or according to whim.  The orders are simply there.” 

 A family system includes children, their parents, the grandparents and great grandparents on out.  Others may be considered part of the system as well, such as former spouses or partners or someone whose fate affected the system.  For example, someone from whom a member of the system gained something significant either by their death, loss, or misfortune.  

Within this loosely defined system, there are certain natural orders that must be maintained if the system is to thrive and flourish.  Hellinger (1998) wrote,

 As we have seen, love succeeds in our relationships when belonging, a balance of giving and taking, and a good order can be maintained.  This is also true for the extended family, but five additional dynamics constrain the success of love in family systems:  (1) honoring the right to membership, (2) maintaining the com­pleteness of the system, (3) protecting the hierarchy according to time, (4) following the order of precedence between systems and (5) accepting the limitations of time.  

 Such a concise summary of these hidden orders of love can be misleading. When applied to the depths of our family systems, they become a complex web of ties and loyalties that give rise to our life experience. The sug­gestion is that a family system is just that, a complex system of relationships that are in a constant state of balancing, forming, and reforming while always flowing forward toward the next generation.

For our purposes here, we’ll focus primarily on the orders of belonging and precedence. 

We all have a place within our system and must keep that place and be included if things are to flow in a good order.  When we lose our place, a disorder or an imbal­ance is created and the larger system automatically begins to adjust for the imbalance. In other words, the first to enter a system takes precedence over those who enter later.  For instance, Mom and Dad enter a system before the first child, and the first child enters before the second, and third, etc.

Hellinger also explains carefully that there are orders of precedence between two separate systems. For instance, when a man divorces and marries again, his sec­ond system takes precedence over the first.  To compli­cate matters further, however, if there is a child from the first marriage, that child still holds first place before the second partner. If the new wife attempts to take first place over the child, the marriage will begin to rock and roll. 

The goal of this discussion is to stress that each member of the system holds a particular place and love flows more easily when the orders of precedence are honored. In fact, everybody just feels better when all who are a part of the system are included. 

Likewise, each member must carry or be responsible for their actions or feelings. When an important event causes grief, guilt, or other reactions and the responsible person doesn’t take their part, the event may begin to echo through the system. When this happens, a younger member may take on the feelings of an earlier member thus becoming entangled and unable to move forward. 

Hellinger’s vast inquiry into such systemic distur­bances gave me an entirely new pair of spectacles with which to view adolescent development.  It’s possible that many of us can’t separate from our system of origin or our parents because, through no fault of our own, we are entangled-caught in the web of love, loyalty and strong emotions.  The issues are multi-generational and thus very complex. I also want to stress at this point that Hellinger was very careful to advise us not to attempt to rigidify or formalize these orders of love.  Each relationship system must be approached individually and with a willingness to see what that system has to say. 

Having said this in such brief terms, we find that tracing a disorder or disturbance is not a simple task.  The tool of the family constellation provides us with a way to see what may be invisible within the hidden orders of a sys­tem. A constellation uses representatives to set up an energetic picture of the family within what is called by some facilitators the knowing field. A trained facilitator learns to read the movements within the system and adjust, by trial and error, as a means to find and restore the proper order and resolve the imbalance. 

Here is a simple example.  A man had struggled his entire life with a deep sadness for which he can find no reason.  In a constellation, he chooses representatives for himself, his mother, and his father and then intuitively moves them into the open space of the circle without thinking about it. He places mom facing away and looking far out of the circle, dad at the opposite end looking on, and himself in the middle watching mom.  The facilitator then gathers a verbal report (and nonverbal) from all representatives to see what feelings or thoughts come to them as they stand in place.

We find that mom’s representative feels very sad and has a strange longing in her heart. Dad’s representative feels disconnected and helpless. The son’s representative is angry-longing to get mom to look at him.  The client has provided information that mom lost a little sister to early death and so a representative for the little sister is chosen and brought into the existing picture. Immedi­ately, Mom’s representative feels a great relief and love for the little sister.  At last, she can now see her husband and her son and feel love toward them.  The resolution is to make sure the place of the little sister is firmly held in the family and then mom can be more present for her family. 

This is an extremely simplistic example of a very complex process, but it is intended to give you a picture of what a constellation looks like.  By way of explanation, we surmise that the early death of the little sister caused a painful storm of grief in the mother’s family of origin.  Her parents found it easier to not think about the loss but to set it quickly aside.  The place held by the little dead sister eventually closed up and her place no longer held in the family. However, the soul of the older sister (our client’s mother) felt the loss and sought to hold a place for her little sister. This created a sadness and depression in mom that stopped her from being fully available to her new system.  She was entangled in the grief and loss and had passed that burden on to our client.  To resolve the entanglement, we put the little sister back where she belongs or “longs to be”. 

Signs of systemic disturbances may be chronic sadness or depression, a loose anger or violence floating around the system, an inability for an individual to go forward into life, and even illness or suicidal thoughts. 

The powerful suggestion of this work, and one that is consistent with many traditional native cultures, is that we do not operate alone but are intricately connected throughout our lives to those who came before us, both the living and the dead. It is possible for us to be inti­mately and invisibly connected to the fate of an aunt, grandfather, or even a great grandmother who suffered a difficult fate. This connection, formed out of deep love and loyalty, is the cause of our current life circumstances. 

Although we did not suffer this fate, we willingly and lovingly carry the burden of it. These burdens must be passed back to whom they belong if we are to go free into our own lives.  It’s the tender hearts of the young that are most vulnerable to taking on the sad fate of those who came before. I see that these heavy entanglements are often at the root of suicide, mental illness, physical distress, chronic sadness, depression, or rage.  Such entanglements stop development in its tracks.  Instead, we give a significant portion of our personal energy in service to the system and thus have none left for our own life struggles. 

When a family member seems caught in depression or loops of anger or self destructiveness, scan the family system for any who may have died early, been pushed out, or have been otherwise excluded.  Take special care if you divorce your child’s other parent because they will remain loyal in the soul. Hold firm to your place as parent and simultaneously as the child of your parents.

 If, as you have read these many pages, a child (or yourself) may be entangled in this web of family, I strongly suggest you learn more about Family Constel-lation Work.  I feel in my heart that when a young person does a suicide or suffers severe illness, they often serve some hidden purpose for the larger system.  If a child is so entangled, we must do all we can to release them.  

Likewise, look to your own entanglements.  Are you caught in a web of loyalty to your family of origin?  Do you feel somehow unable to be fully present to your spouse or children?  Do your relationships end prema­turely or seem deeply dissatisfying?   

We’ve only begun to research and look into these larger, echoing effects within the family system, but to witness a family constellation is to become aware of these larger forces at work.

Search for repeating patterns as you scan your system.  There can be some strange surprises.  For instance, my oldest daughter was the only great grandchild to be born on her paternal grandmother’s birthday.  Grandma had married on August 15, and my daughter got married on August 16. Grandma had five children by age 22, and my daughter had four children by age 22. Some of these coincidental patterns can be just plain interesting.  Occasionally, they can be a warning signal that the child has taken on the fate of another. 

Ultimately, our job as parents is to do all we can to prepare the child to leave us.  It sounds somewhat callous but that is the truth. When systemic issues prevent that separation from happening, all will suffer. We can’t attempt to explain how or why these hidden orders of love operate as they do within families. Hellinger calls it “phenomenological” because it cannot be explained.  The tribal ancestors, perhaps, understood it more clearly. 

During our time with Bert Hellinger in Austria, I asked if he felt that the family was the kernel from which all else grows and he said only, “Yes, of course.” In 2002, the international conference on systemic work was on ethnic conflict.  It was entitled Fields of Conflict-Fields of Wisdom.  From our deepest entanglements and conflict, comes our greatest wisdom. 

 

 

Falling

Yesterday we put the garden to bed for the winter.  I wasn’t sure if some of the plants agreed or not.  The peppers and green beans were still putting on fragile white blooms, wanting more from life than the season’s end will allow.  And today I found out that a cousin passed away-again probably wanting more from life than the season’s end will allow. 

Fall is a strange time of year for me.  I get reflective, depressed, and energized all at the same time.  What do I want to do before season’s end?  I am trying very hard to withdraw my energy from the college.  I begin, as usual, to care too much and want too much and do too much.  Soon all my other goals have gone to the side, and I am discovering that that is not okay with me.  I want to plant my gardens where things have a good chance of growing. 

Into garden metaphors tonight, I guess.  It is appropriate, however, because we all have the many seasons of our lives.  I have been through the young years, the mothering years, and the dreaming years.   Now I want to live my life savoring each moment.

Milt and I are making plans to do a film on education and the Natural Human Learning Process.  It is an issue that hits close to the bone for both of us.  I just don’t understand how we think we can plot children in stiff little chairs, limit their creative play, and then produce outstanding “citizens”.  I keep thinking back to when we were in Lincoln, NE and I was watching my 7 month old grandson try to get his hand into my big bead box.  I have one of those large plastic containers about three quarters full of beads.  We were at the Taekwondo Tournament with The Bead People.  Adrien’s little mind was entirely focused on how to get to those beads.  Finally I lifted him up and let him put his bare feet in the beads.  It was great-he started paddling as if I had put him in water and when I pulled him back out, there were beads stuck between his toes. 

Learning is fun.  How could we forget that?  Learning is as natural as breathing and eating.  How could we forget that?  I really want us to produce a film that reminds people that we cripple the learning process when we present too much information too fast and in a way that is deadly dull. 

 I’ll keep you “posted”. 

I figured out that to date there are now over 4000 Bead People out wandering the world working their tiny bits of magic on people.  That is so cool.  If you don’t yet have your own, you can go to www.thebeadpeople.org and sign up to spread the word. 

 Jamie Lee

 

Chance Encounters

Milt is building a small wooden model of our straw bale cabin.  Today we found a drill press at a yard sale for $50 so he could drill holes to pin the bales together.  The new drill press found its way onto our butcher block in the kitchen, and he spent the day drilling small holes, watching tennis, and daydreaming about our construction project next summer.  We are both yearning to get back there. 

 This spot of land up in Northern Minnesota has us both reconsidering what is most meaningful to us in life.  It is a strange thing how buying ten acres 700 miles away could even do that.  We tasted a kind of freedom we haven’t felt for too long-freedom from stuff, free time, and a rush of creative energy flooding our bodies that made us feel ten years younger.  Have we been in a rut?  Probably.

 Today I woke up late thankful that it was Saturday.  I started teaching again this fall at Oglala Lakota College on the Pine Ridge Reservation.  There is much that I like about this job.  I like the feeling of contributing to other people’s creative visions for their lives.  I like a steady paycheck.  I like my colleagues and being a part of a larger system even though it frustrates me sometimes. 

 Back to my morning.  Over my first cup of coffee a woman called from Rosebud and ordered Bead People for a woman’s health conference in Salt Lake City, UT.  We talked for a long time about how best to bring the project to her conference.  It was sweet.  Evidently someone she knew had won the “coloring contest” of the Washaka bear in Pierre when we were there in early August.  The Bead People are on their way to Utah.

 Later, I went on a bead hunt to several yard sales (typical for me on any free Saturday).  It was hot, hot, hot but I was enjoying myself.  I stopped at one sale and bargained with a young woman named Dani for two strands of beads.  I showed her my Bead Person and started talking about the project, the fun, the beads, the way people love the Bead People.  The more I talked the more interested she got.  She ran into the house and got some other beads to donate, and then showed me some pretty bracelets she had made for a fundraiser for a friend of hers who had breast cancer.  She said she had scads of beads and tools.  It is uncanny how quickly these little Bead People can bridge the gap between strangers.  We chatted like we had been friends forever.  Finally, I went and got some finished Bead People and had her pick one out and gave her a book.  She was smiling and almost misty-eyed.  Maybe she will become one of the “friends of the Bead People”. 

 What a nice beginning of my day.  The heat continued to build to 100 degrees, so I postponed my canning for the day.  I went four times to the creek and floated in the water and thought again about FLOW and how amazing it is when I settle into this life with joy.  Things just happen.  They may be small synchronicities, but that works for me.  Even when I was at Dani’s yard sale, I had my eye on a pretty can she had for .50 but my change was gone.  Then when I was putting the Bead People back in my tiny can she said, “Oh, you can’t squeeze them all in there.”  She picked up the can I had wished I could buy and handed it to me. 

 Small, ongoing, continuous, beautiful gifts this life gives to me.  How can I be anything but grateful? 

 My goal is to stop yearning for the freedom of the “land” that I felt this summer and embrace it here and now.  Last night my garden offered me a giant bowl of fresh tomatoes, green beans, peppers, cukes, and zucchinis.  Today I gathered two grocery bags of apples.  Abundance is everywhere. 

 Tomorrow, the pint jars will fill with winter’s food.  My jars will be not half full and not half empty-but filled to the brim. (They seal better that way.)

 Ahhh,

 Jamie

 

 

How Do You Know When You are in Flow?

The answer is–everything seems easy.  Milt and I have been having so much fun experiencing this kind of flow.  Oh, I don’t mean we aren’t working hard–we are.  Milt sunk some poles in the ground today (he has been dying to sink a pole) for a small showerhouse.  We have no running water so it will be another creative endeavor.  That is what is so interesting about our adventure here this summer.  We just name something we need and then we see what is available to make it happen. 

Last night I was on the Lakeland Public Television news with The Bead People.  My niece, Lizzie, went over to the reporter at Ribfest and told her she should do a story on us–and they did.  And Saturday I’ll be at Book World in Bemidji with a Bead People event.  And today I picked five, gorgeous quarts of wild blueberries to take home with me.  And I am just getting started with picking berries although my backside says I over did it for this moment.

I am beginning to really contemplate the idea of living my life totally in this flow.  If it isn’t easy–it isn’t right.  Easy means things flowing together, meeting the right person at the right time, having links and synchronicity on our side.  I don’t want to do a single thing because I “should”.  It seems to rob my spirit of something important, something lively and moving. 

I have a feeling that when we go home and dive back into our “real” lives we may discover it was not so real after all.  We may discover that packing a lot of stuff in around us is a diversion from real.  We may discover that spending too much time worrying about money and things is not what we want.  We may have an auction:)

I took some pictures of my berries and the berry patch today.  I know I need to get better at including those images and I SHOULD figure it out–maybe later.

Thanks for tuning in.

Jamie  

 

The Bead People a hit at Ribfest 2008

I didn’t want to let the day go without posting something but the hour I scratched out is now evaporating.  We had an amazing weekend at this tiny Cass Lake festival.  The Bead People attracted so many great spirits to us.  We met people from all over who are excited about carrying our little message out to others.  Our success was aided by a wonderful article in The Bemidji Pioneer about The Bead People and our mission.  My brother, Jeff, called them up and told them to come and do the article.  Thanks, Jeff.

We have lots of pictures and fun “Hall of Fame” Bead People but I’ll have to add them later–maybe to thebeadpeople.org

I’ll write a longer post (hopefully tomorrow).

Jamie