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March 2004 Vol. 1 Issue 1
Is Everything Okay?
was recently asked this simple question and my answer took me
by surprise. It was anything but simple. The answer my 'authentic-mask-off-self'
revealed created a sudden wave of grief and sadness in me. Strange,
I thought. Is my sadness because of the death of my dear friend,
Cris, a 98-year old HSM? Or is it because winter has firmly
settled in and my energies have been shrinking inward at a faster
pace than I am comfortable with? Maybe I'm depressed. Maybe
it's SAD? One thing I do know since being asked that question
is: No, everything is not okay. I am definitely sad.
Yet, the truth is, my daily life is fine. I have a passion for
my work, my family and the people I care about. I am living
a fairly balanced, holistic life. I have enough time. Time to
process, time to be alone and in nature, social time, spiritual
time, exercise, and, even animal time! Yet, I am sad.
Pondering this more deeply as we HSPs do, I realize the part
of me that is sad is my HSP Priestly Advisor. And she is not
only sad, she is angry, although she pretends to be neither.
In The Highly Sensitive Person's Workbook, Elaine describes
the priestly advisor role as one in which the HSP "teaches,
counsels, advises, heals, keeps the history in words or art
forms, envisions the future, thinks about the meaning of life
and death, leads rituals, studies the subtleties of nature or
law, and puts the brakes on the more impulsive warrior kings."
This definition assists me in feeling empowered. I can at least
identify the sources of my sadness and anger.
As a priestly advisor:
I can't help but view the world through the
eyes of humanity;
It is increasingly difficult to just focus
on 'me and mine';
I can sense the sounds and emotions of pain
and suffering, even if they are far away;
I desperately want to do something, but truly,
do not know what to do.
Normally, I am a fairly optimistic person, always hopeful;
always seeing the glass as half full. But this year seems different.
2004 has found me feeling hopeless and unempowered. The feeling
of hopelessness comes when I view mainstream America, or the
mainstream I have so often felt out of alignment with. When
I view this 'other' America,' I get a total sense of incongruity.
Fear as a basis for decision making;
An on-going war in Iraq and Afghanistan;
Thousands of innocent lives being lost;
An Alaskan Wilderness being intruded upon;
A trillion dollar federal deficit;
Potential expanded powers to corporate and
An AIDS epidemic in Africa, as documented
beautifully on Oprah;
Millions without healthcare;
The thousands who have lost their jobs here
in Colorado and elsewhere;
Hundreds of prisoners being held in Guantanamo
without formal charges or access to lawyers;
Hundreds being killed in Palestine and Israel;
Is there anything else I should be worrying
Seriously. These are the things that have been dominating my
thoughts lately. I have never really considered myself to be too
'political.' Yet I know this all sounds 'political.' So even though
I am not trying to be political, the old saying the "personal
is the political" has never seemed more real to me. Besides, is
there anything wrong with being political? My own answer to that
would be "the only thing wrong with being political is that it
usually creates strong debate and harsh words." Ouch. We HSPs
don't like that. Instead, I would like to think we Americans could
have passionate dialogues about the current political climate.
Maybe that's what is happening in Iowa, Missouri, Delaware, Arizona
and other primary states? But I digress. Back to my peace of mind.
Where has it gone? Why isn't my "Meditation of Hope and Love"
(previously published) working anymore?
I've had to dig deep this year to find my hope, not to mention
my joy. Both have been more difficult to latch onto than in the
past. I don't know that hope can be found in the mainstream either.
Instead, I think it peeks through in the form of changing perspectives,
the nooks and crannies in each of our homes, and through the passions
of committed people.
With my hopeful eyes, I can see many cultures, including the HSP/Priestly
Advisor culture, stepping forward to be heard in a new way. I
can see there are many people working to change the planet - outside
of the political arena. I find a bit of hope when I see bumper
stickers that say "God bless the whole world," and when I hear
about Oprah's campaign to save AIDS-ravaged orphaned children
of Africa. I find a bit of hope when I see alternative fuel vehicles
on the highways, and when I see wind farms in Wyoming. I definitely
feel hopeful when I see many HSPs connecting with one another
from state to state and country to country, and I see many lives
changed by support received, over and over again.
So sometimes we must work a little harder to clear our eyes and
to see the signs of hopefulness. What is hopeful to you this year?
What priestly advisor visions are you ready to help make a reality?
Whatever they are, here are some important words from a very lovely
and wise HSP named Francine:
You need to test the waters.
You stop short of testing the waters.
Follow your hunches and see where they lead.
If something goes amiss, then you adjust your course
And your intuition adjusts accordingly.
There is no easy way.
Keep your thoughts from spiraling down
Follow those hunches that embody life-giving energy.
Be still and feel the presence of Being leading you on
Make your intentions pure
Seek action that leads to right consequences.
There are no mistakes
If you learn from all you do.
So, I'm learning to be political, and to put energies into my
priestly advisor visions. I think it's time we priestly advisors
took our rightful place as healers and visionaries. Finally, here
is my own poem. Perhaps I can learn from it as well.
In memory of my dear friend, Cris Crisfield, an HSM
August 31, 1904 - December 25, 2003
In your own garden.
Reach out and up.
Make yourself known.
Allow others to be known,
Even when they don't know how.
For we can always start
Anew ... each day ....
Sometimes staying in....
It's your turn. Go now.
Rejoice and Smile.
Out into the heaven's sky
Where the arms of
All that is the Universe
Wait to embrace you.
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