Photos of the Week: November 15

There are hundreds of paths up the mountain, all leading to the same place, so it doesn’t matter which path you take. The only person wasting time is the one who runs around the mountain, telling everyone that his or her path is wrong.” – Hindu Proverb

Isn’t it interesting to think about all the paths you follow in a week? Here are some of ours.

Hiking paths

Biking paths

The cat following Cooper and me in the pre-dawn hours. And Miss O getting another stripe on her green belt on her Aikido path.

Two more things we crossed paths with this week – the sign of the week and my neighbor’s skeleton all ready for Thanksgiving.

Share the Load

It’s not the load that weighs you down, it’s the way you carry it.” – C.S. Lewis

When my kids and I recently watched the movie, “A Boy Called Po,” 10-year-old Miss O asked what the description “heavy” meant. The movie is about a widowed father struggling to take care of his autistic son in the wake of his wife’s death and a lot of work pressure. Heavy applies but it’s also a delightful drama.

We’ve had some really interesting family conversations about this movie. Miss O really empathized with the boy in the story who seems to be about 10 or 12-years-old. She was also pretty critical of the dad who she thought should be more patient.

This came on the wake of comment she made to me that the staff at school working with disability students should be more patient. From my point of view, both the dad in the movie and the staff at school are doing the best they can and a pretty good job. So I countered that adults need empathy too.

This is where it gets interesting – because then Miss O said she wanted to do everything I do in a day just to see. We picked Saturday of this weekend. I gave her a list of all the food prep, pet care, chores, and special projects we had for the day.

I checked in to see how she was feeling at lunchtime. She said, “Right now I feel okay. We’ll see how I feel at the end of the day. I can see it might be okay to do for a day but it would be tiring to do all day, every day, for years.

Then we returned home a little before 5pm after a fun outing, and it was time feed the dog, the cat and make dinner. She made a plan of what she wanted to cook, then discovered she had to empty the dishwasher she’d run earlier, and in the midst of doing that, her younger brother said, “I’m hungry.”   

I offered to help and even so, it was almost two hours between when we came home from our activity and when she got to sit down and eat her dinner. Then the kitchen had to be cleaned, the gecko had to be fed, and there were snacks to prepare for while we watched shows.

At the end of the day she said, “I don’t know how you do it. It’s impossible to get it all done.” She’d finished one load of laundry but it needed to be pulled out of the dryer to fold so the second load could be dried. She observed, “it’d be okay if you could carry things over to the next day but then you have to start everything else all over again.”

For my part, I just tried to let her do it, do everything she asked, and roll with her decisions and timeframe. So I experienced what it’s like to not be in control of the flow and the timing. It was a great lesson for how adaptable my kids are. I also felt far more rested at the end of the day and it gave me an idea of how much wear and tear what I’m trying to do is.

So I’m scripting my own movie, “A Girl Called O.” It’s a comedy, with a side of drama, and the lead is pretty heroic. She cares enough to want to understand and try it all. In the end, not everything is tidied up but the characters care enough for each other to show up and share the load.  

(featured photo is mine)

You can find me on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/wynneleon/ and Instagram @wynneleon

I host the How to Share podcast, a podcast celebrates the art of teaching, learning, giving, and growing.

I also co-host the Sharing the Heart of the Matter podcast, an author, creator and storytelling podcast with the amazing Vicki Atkinson.

A Long Walk Spoiled

If someone is nasty to you, first try love. If that does not work, compassion. If that does not work, distance.” – Sadhguru

I have a love-hate relationship with golf. On one hand, it’s outside and involves walking. On the other hand, it might be the sport about which I’ve had the most arguments.

When my mom recently took my son, six-year-old Mr. D, out to play golf at a local pitch and putt, he was thrilled. After all, it involved whacking a ball with a stick. What’s not to love about that?

After they returned home, my mom ribbed me about being a golf curmudgeon. She told my ten-year-old daughter, “She had a bad attitude and refused to practice.

That found the fault lines of an unhealed wound from my former marriage even more than 15 years later. So I recounted for them how my ex-husband used to pressure me into playing golf. He’d harangue me with a count of how many times he thought I’d played that year (usually wildly undercounted according to my inner recollection) and how it wasn’t enough.

Then he’d schedule a tee time with my parents knowing that would usually get me to the course because I loved playing with them. My dad could make anything fun. But my ex would pick a course far away from us so that it’d be an hour drive there, an hour drive back, and he’d insist we needed a hour to practice ahead of time, turning the outing into at least an eight-hour commitment.

On the way, I’d sit through a lecture of why I should like golf. On the way home, I’d sit through a mixed tape made up of a recap of each of his golf shots and a tired explanation of how I could be better. But the song of gratitude that I’d came and participated never got played.

Any time I’d try to compromise to drive separately so that I could play the first nine and leave or maybe just to drive separately because I didn’t want to go to the range ahead of time…it was unacceptable.

Reliving all this as I write it down, I realize that it wasn’t golf I hated. Every time I went to play with my ex, I mostly just exercised my patience.

My friend, Eric, recently told me a golf story. Brian, one of Eric’s buddies when they were in their 20’s, was hired at Microsoft. Shortly after Brian started his job, he was invited to play golf with his boss and his boss’s boss. On the first tee, the big boss shanked a ball off to the right and walked off the tee to find the ball. Because the big boss was parallel to him and not ahead of him, Brian set up and teed off next.

In a one in a million shot, Brian’s ball shanked straight sideways and hit the big boss in the mouth. He lost nine teeth. Brian didn’t get fired but thankfully managed get himself moved new job about two months later.

Bloody sport!

(featured photo of my parents and me on a golf course)

You can find me on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/wynneleon/ and Instagram @wynneleon

I host the How to Share podcast, a podcast about collaboration – sharing leads to success.

I also co-host the Sharing the Heart of the Matter podcast, an author, creator and storytelling podcast with the amazing Vicki Atkinson.

Photos of the Week: May 31

The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.” – Albert Einstein

We spent Memorial Day weekend playing tourist in our own area. First at Snoqualmie Falls.

Then at the Boeing Museum of Flight. They had so many great exhibits but I thought the Apollo mission ones were really cool. We came home and watched the Apollo 13: Survival documentary on Netflix. So gripping!

Mr. D has been planting his apple seeds in the yard and is diligent about watering them. He’s demonstrating the creation part of the consume lifecycle!

Best Mother’s Day Gift

You are imperfect, you are wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.” – Brené Brown

As I type this, I can hear my kids 10 feet away slurping their hot chocolate. It’s the end of a busy weekend. We had our family over for Mother’s Day and now are winding down.

I’m trying to put my finger on the feeling. Over the course of the weekend, in addition to hosting a family party, my kids and I played a lot of baseball, done chores, cooked meals, watched movies and worked on a project outside to transform an area of our back yard. That last activity involved a lot of manual labor as we dug out a flat space and installed pavers to turn what used to be the base of the kids’ playhouse into a cozy place to sit in the garden.

In the last 48 hours, we’ve hurt our knuckles on the rough paving stones, cried some, especially when we lost our baseballs, and laughed a lot more than we cried. Along the way to finishing our project, we also bought this silly ball pitching machine that sends small 1.6 inch diameter foam balls zinging across the yard at 30 miles per hour. My body aches from moving heavy stones and gravel and chasing small yellow balls.

But my heart is so full. It’s the camaraderie with our extended family. Also this feeling that I’m right where I should be. I love my children whole-heartedly…and I like them too.

When I chose to start a family as a single parent ten years ago I had very little idea of how much work would be involved. I was listening to a God whisper about what came next for my life.

The Mother’s Day feeling I’m having right now? That I belong in this life. I suspect that might be one of the best gifts ever.

(featured photo is mine of our work in progress garden seating area)

You can find me on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/wynneleon/ and Instagram @wynneleon

I host the How to Share podcast, a podcast focused on the wisdom and research about how to share anything – to the appropriate audience, with the right permissions, at the most opportune time.

I also co-host the Sharing the Heart of the Matter podcast, an author, creator and storytelling podcast with the amazing Vicki Atkinson.

My other projects include work as a CEO (Chief Encouragement Officer), speaking about collaboration and AI through the Chicago Writer’s Association, and my book about my journey to find what fueled my dad’s indelible spark and twinkle can be found on Amazon: Finding My Father’s Faith.

Body, Mind & Spirit Connection

Good health is not something we can buy. However, it can be an extremely valuable savings account.” – Anne Wilson Schaef

I spent the last four days on the dark side. It started about 10 days ago when my nine-year-old daughter got sick. And then my five-year-old son and I succumbed a week later. Nausea, congestion, achy joints, headache, low energy – the works.

As much as I hate being sick, it always reminds me of how integrated mind, body, and spirit are. When something interferes with my usual blend of energy, optimism and faith, I get a glimpse of the flip side of fatigue, doubt, and cynicism. The foundation of what I believe to be so solid all of a sudden is revealed as a glass floor.

In the fifteen years before he retired, my dad was a pastor of a church in an affluent community. He remarked that it was hard for people who were so successful to see their spiritual needs. Flipping through some of his sermons from that era, that theme emerges again and again. When we are doing well, do we remember to tend to the beliefs and practices that see us through tough times?

It reminds me of people who are hard to help. You know the ones in your life that always have a plan and so much self-sufficiency that they never need a favor? I don’t have to look far because I’ve just described my family, myself included. If people are out of reach for human assistance, is it hard for God to help them too?

At least when I was sick and didn’t feel like eating, I had plenty of food for thought.

(featured photo from Pexels)

You can find me on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/wynneleon/ and Instagram @wynneleon

I co-host a author, creator and storytelling podcast with the amazing Vicki Atkinson. To tune in, search for Sharing the Heart of the Matter on Spotify, Apple, Amazon Music or Pocketcasts (and subscribe) or click here. Or the YouTube channel features videos of our interviews. Please subscribe!

My other projects include work as a CEO (Chief Encouragement Officer), speaking about collaboration and AI through the Chicago Writer’s Association, and my book about my journey to find what fueled my dad’s indelible spark and twinkle can be found on Amazon: Finding My Father’s Faith.

Suffering

When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. That’s the message he is sending.” – Thich Nhat Hanh

I don’t often think about my ex-husband, for better or for worse. [Yes, that was a marriage joke. 😊] After we divorced, he got married to his third wife. I discovered, once I wasn’t married to him, that I did want kids and had them on my own.

But something I read the other day made me think of something he said fifteen years ago when our marriage was unravelling. “I suffered so much as a kid that I don’t want to suffer any more now.” It was his excuse for not wanting to do the work to figure out the why of his infidelities.

He did suffer as a kid. His parents divorced when he was three years old. His mom remarried a man that ended up going to prison for bank robbery. He was in high school and living with his dad and his dad’s third wife until his dad and step-mom left town in the middle of the night to move 1,000 miles away without telling him because they were in trouble with the IRS.

My ex was a smart kid. He figured it out and managed to work his way through college to create a different life than his parents.

Here’s what I read that made me think of my ex:

“While I am not a victim, I didn’t ask for certain shaping experiences to happen to me. I didn’t ask to be slapped or ridiculed as a boy or to be mistreated by lifelong friends later in life. In truth, If I had experienced different things, I would have different things to say.

What is most healing about bearing witness to things exactly as they are, including my own part in my pain, is that when the voice of the pain fits the pain, there is no room for distortion or illusion. In this way, truth becomes a clean bandage that heals, keeping dirt out of the wound.

To voice things as they are is the nearest medicine.”

— The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have by Mark Nepo

That meditation helped me to understand that the point of cleaning our wounds isn’t to suffer more, it’s to heal at that deeper level.

Here’s the funny thing. In not wanting to do his work, my ex made me want to do mine. He’s right – there’s too much suffering in this world. I was motivated to heal my wounds so I don’t thoughtlessly create others.

(featured photo from Pexels)

You can find me on Instagram @wynneleon and LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/wynneleon/

I co-host a storytelling podcast featuring authors and artists with the amazing Vicki Atkinson. To tune in, search for Sharing the Heart of the Matter on Spotify, Apple, Amazon Music or Pocketcasts (and subscribe) or click here. Or the YouTube channel features videos of our interviews. Please subscribe!

My other projects include work as a CEO (Chief Encouragement Officer), speaking about creativity and AI through the Chicago Writer’s Association, and my book about my journey to find what fueled my dad’s indelible spark and twinkle can be found on Amazon: Finding My Father’s Faith.

Flushing With Pride

I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn’t it.” – Groucho Marx

The other day, my five-year-old son, Mr. D had a play date with a darling classmate from Kindergarten. It didn’t start off very well. They couldn’t figure out what to do.

Mr. D wanted her to be part of his band. She wanted to find where the gecko was sleeping in his enclosure.

Mr. D wanted to throw balls outside. She wanted more Oreos.

I tried to suggest a couple of activities. Then I sat down at my computer to try to stay out of it.

After a few minutes of negotiating, I finally heard the winning suggestion. Mr. D asked his friend, “Do you want to plunge a toilet?” and she heartily agreed.

In my defense, I did teach him to plunge a toilet this past weekend when he told me the water in the toilet went way up. The water was clear and it didn’t appear to be blocked but I figured a couple of plunges wouldn’t hurt. Little did I know that it would become a favorite activity.

After they finished with the downstairs bathroom, I heard Mr. D say as they headed up the stairs to do the upstairs bathrooms, “For these ones, I’ll let you flush!

Ah, the Leon household, where we flush with pride. Or where friendship flows. Or where the toilet puns never end…

(featured photo from Pexels)

You can find me on Instagram @wynneleon and LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/wynneleon/

I co-host a storytelling podcast featuring authors and artists with the amazing Vicki Atkinson. To tune in, search for Sharing the Heart of the Matter on Spotify, Apple, Amazon Music or Pocketcasts (and subscribe) or click here. Or the YouTube channel features videos of our interviews. Please subscribe!

My other projects include work as a CEO (Chief Encouragement Officer), speaking about creativity and AI through the Chicago Writer’s Association, and my book about my journey to find what fueled my dad’s indelible spark and twinkle can be found on Amazon: Finding My Father’s Faith.

Photos of the Week: January 11

“The more we sweat in peace the less we bleed in war.” – Vijaya Lakshmi Pandit

I love these neighborhood holdouts for the holiday lights. Seems like they are extending the season and bringing cheer – maybe until the days get a little longer?

Sometimes we do our serious faces…but not often!

Two different versions of cracking up…

Mr. D sliding down a slippery slope. Which also might describe the slippery slope giggles we fell into on foot massage night!

Expressing joy with our eyes and our feet!

I loved the sentence about the Carter administration that I heard during Jimmy Carter’s memorial service. Walter Mondale’s son read the eulogy that Mondale had written for Carter. In it, he describes the sentence that Jimmy and Walter came up with to describe their time in the White House. “We told the truth, we obeyed the law, we kept the peace.”

So I’ve paired a picture that speaks of peace to me with the sign of the week. RIP Jimmy Carter!

Trust the Process

That is what learning is. You suddenly understand something you’ve understood all your life, but in a new way.” – Doris Lessing

At the beginning of this school year I attended that ritual of learning known as parent open house night. There were about 20 of us parents with our butts squeezed into the little chairs. It felt like the room was filled with some collective anxiety about what the school year would hold for our brand new students.

The wisdom Mr. D’s Kindergarten teacher, Ms. Richards, imparted was “trust the process.” She’s been teaching for 18 years (and she was Miss O’s Kindergarten teacher) so she’s guided enough young minds in reading, writing and arithmetic to know that practicing the building blocks will eventually lead to something.

It struck me as I sat there that it’s often the same with writing, music, cooking, gardening – and so many other things. You just have to start and then trust the process that it’ll get to the desired outcome. It even reminds me of prayer when it’s hard to imagine the next step.

A couple of months later in November during parent-teacher conferences, Ms. Richards told me that Mr. D was at danger of falling behind in learning to read. He needed more practice with the letter sounds to start putting things together.

It was worrisome to hear as a parent. In my recollection, Miss O learned to read effortlessly. I’m sure that wasn’t the case – but it was online school during the pandemic and she had a grown-up sitting next to her to do 1-on-1 practice every day.

But I also related it to the messy middle of every project that I’ve undertaken. When writing leads to a draft that’s raw or cleaning the house means I’ve created more piles of things to give away. It’s never pretty.

Mr. D and I have been doing a lot of practice. And I thought he was making good progress but wasn’t sure how much that was my wishful thinking. Then this past week when I was picking him up from school, Ms. Richards grabbed my shoulders so I could hear her over the noise of the assembled students and excitedly said, “I heard him read!”

So, even when afflicted with doubt, anxiety, and you’re tired of the practice – trust the process.

(featured photo from Pexels)

(quote from Reflections on Learning by Real Life of an MSW)