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Sitting in the dentist’s chair as the hygienist worked her magic on my teeth, I noticed a poster on the wall: “Flowers are like sunshine fallen from the sky.”  That resonated with me.  Although my luck with flowers is minimal, I once planted a very small flower garden which consisted of zinnias and sunflowers.  When my daughter was four, as those plants were just blooming, she called urgently to me to come to the patio.  I thought it was a distress call.  Instead, she was expressing excitement.  “Look, mommy, look at the beautiful flowers!” 

However, I came across another quote from Jon Kabat-Zinn that caused me to consider all that goes into those gifts of nature and, by extension, all of life.

              “What seems to be happening at the moment is never the full story of what is really going on.  For the honeybee, it is the honey that is important.  But the bee is at the same time nature’s vehicle for carrying out cross-pollination for the flowers.  Interconnectedness is a fundamental principle of nature.  Nothing is isolated.  Each event connects with others.  Things are constantly unfolding on different levels.  It’s for us to perceive the warp and woof of the Oneness of All as best we can and learn to follow our own threads through the tapestry of life with authenticity and resolve.” 

Kabat-Zinn’s point is well taken.  That fundamental principle of nature, of which he speaks, is critical to a functioning society, a cooperative world.  When we lose touch with that sense of interconnectedness, we flounder. We undermine everyone’s best interests.  We become disconnected and that disconnect easily devolves into destructive attitudes and behaviors.  Henri Nouwen wrote that “Much violence in our society is based on the illusion…that life is a property to be defended and not a gift to be shared.” We certainly see the evidence of that.  We are capable of doing so much better.

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate 

Hope’s Café Bonus:  We could all use some “sunshine fallen from the sky,” about now.  Poet Thelma J. Parker describes flowers as “dazzling little poems from the universe.”  In the midst of a bruised and suffering world, they are purveyors of hope, little messengers “from the universe.”

When we moved to Montana, I never considered that we might get to see northern lights, yet we have had several opportunities to observe them.  We have friends who are longtime Montana residents who remind us to watch for them.  Even those who have always lived here are as captivated as we are.

Fascination with all things celestial qualifies one as an “astrophile.”  I consider myself in those ranks.  From the time I was small, my parents both embedded in me a love for the night sky.  Even now I can see my father and me sitting on the back porch steps looking at the moon.  My older brother was away at scout camp and we sang “ I see the moon and the moon sees me.  The moon sees somebody I don’t see. God bless the moon and God bless me.  And God bless the somebody I don’t see.”  I can still hear my mother quoting the Psalms: “When I behold the heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars which thou hast ordained, what is man that thou art mindful of him, or the son of man that thou visitest him?” 

Once after a rather stressful day of taking care of our grandsons, I heard Terry out on the balcony with them talking about the stars and the planets and in that moment I was totally at peace.  Their bedroom wall had pictures of the planets and even the little one, not even two at that time, could name them.

“The stars remind us that we are part of a larger universe,” wrote Dr. Richard Tresch Fienberg, who received MA and PhD degrees in astronomy from Harvard University.  “Half your world is overhead, so why not look up and get to know it better?  Our world is increasingly stressful.  Looking up at the night sky in quiet and contemplation is a wonderful way to find inner calm.”

Whole-hearted agreement, Dr. Fienberg!

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate 

Hope’s Café Bonus: 

“Every time I gaze at stars above, I feel small, big, infinite and connected all at the same time, and tonight on the Amazon is no different.”
― Michael Sanders, Ayahuasca: An Executive’s Enlightenment

Opening my Insight Timer for meditation, I was caught by the beginning quote “You are both a masterpiece and a work in progress.”  I can readily identify with being a “work in progress.”  A masterpiece?  Not so much.  Yet I have pondered those words.

I suspect I am not alone in resisting being characterized in such a way.   What would it mean to consider ourselves masterpieces?  Historically, a “masterpiece” was a work of a very high standard produced to obtain membership of a guild or academy in various areas of the visual arts and crafts. In modern use, a masterpiece is a creation in any area of the arts that has been given much critical praise, especially one that is considered the greatest work of a person’s career or to a work of outstanding creativity, skill, profundity, or workmanship.

Maybe we need a new definition for this concept. “We carry within us the wonders we seek,” wrote Sir Thomas BRowne. “We are all a part of the divine spark. All have a purpose in creation and that purpose is called Love. That love, however, shouldn’t be concentrated in just one person, it should be scattered throughout the world, waiting to be discovered. Wake up that love,” wrote Paul Coelho. The sense that a divine spark within me that connects to the divine sparks in others seems like a tapestry which constitutes an ongoing masterpiece. Perhaps the quote on Insight Timer was an attempt to convey that very idea.

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Cafe for each other and all those we encounter. Shalom, Kate

Hope’s Café Bonus:  Paul Coelho, Brazilian author, with history as a theater director, actor, lyricist and journalist, further wrote: ““When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”—from Coelho’s best selling book The Alchemist.

Consider this:  in India, a dog was seen being chased by a pack of wild dogs.  The dog jumped in the river right into a pile of crocodiles.  Amazingly, three crocodiles (crocodiles!) put their snouts together and nudged the dog gently to the safety of the other shore.  Researchers speculated that they were not hungry at the time but also that there is some not-well-understood aspect of empathy that can be activated within animals for other animals in distress.  There are many stories that demonstrate this but the one of the crocodiles is astounding. 

Empathy and sympathy are both ways we respond to the suffering of people around us. But there’s a crucial difference: Sympathy is acknowledging someone else’s pain, but empathy is choosing to feel the pain with them. Sympathy says, “I care about you,” and empathy says, “I’m hurting with you.” 

Perhaps you saw the story on the news of the two boys who struggled on together after the death of their grandmother who had been raising them.  The older one whose plan had been to enter college, was managing their life as best he could when a storm severely damaged the house left to them by their grandmother.  A contractor agreed to repair it but took their money and then skipped out on them, leaving them in an uninhabitable house and penniless.  They became homeless until some volunteers learned of their plight and restored a home for them.  Then a fund was established for them and the grandson who had had to forego college in order to earn a living for them, was offered a scholarship and has started his college education.

How did a contractor take all the money from two bereaved children, ultimately leaving them homeless?  How did a group of volunteers feel compelled to see that these two young people had a home and a means for a future?  How do we cultivate empathy within ourselves and within our culture so that more people reach out and fewer people see others as simply objects to manipulate?

These suggestions come from lightenthedark.com:

1. Practice active listening. Give your full attention to the person speaking, maintain eye contact, and show genuine interest in what they’re saying. This helps create a safe space for them to express themselves¹.
2. Put yourself in their shoes. Try to understand the other person’s perspective and imagine how they might be feeling. This can help you empathize with their experiences and respond with kindness¹.
3. Practice random acts of kindness. Small gestures like holding the door open for someone, offering a compliment, or helping someone in need can make a big difference in someone’s day¹.
4. Be patient and non-judgmental. Everyone has their own struggles and challenges. Instead of judging or criticizing others, try to be patient and understanding¹.
5. Express gratitude. Show appreciation for the people in your life and let them know you value them. A simple “thank you” or a heartfelt note can go a long way in making someone feel seen and appreciated¹.
6. Volunteer your time. Find opportunities to give back to your community or support causes that are important to you. Volunteering can help you connect with others and make a positive impact¹.

If even crocodiles have it within them to occasionally help a dog in distress, surely even the worst of us, or the best of us on our worst days, can behave with compassion and empathy towards our fellow humans.

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate 

Hope’s Café Bonus: “Empathy is about finding echoes of another person in yourself.” Mohsin Hamid

Think of a rainbow….perhaps the sound of a gentle rain as you go to sleep….a beautiful sunrise or sunset…a good cup of tea or coffee….your dog’s joyous greeting on your return….kittens playing…..a loved one’s smile…..

  A glimmer is a kind of clue, whether internal or external, that brings one back to a sense of joy or safety.  The opposite of a trigger, which can bring on anxiety, glimmers provide calm.  The concept was first introduced in 1995 by Stephen Porges as part of Polyvagal theory.  This theory describes how our autonomic system is searching for and reading cues to determine if they are dangerous.  However, the term came into use more recently, first by Deb Dana, a Licensed Clinical Social Worker, in her book* in 2018 and later by a viral TikTok video.*

Even just recalling those moments of glimmers brings me joy.  When our grandson Sebastian was on the verge or learning to walk, Terry and I were helping with childcare while his parents worked.  If we weren’t quick enough on getting to his morning walk, he would maneuver himself over to the stroller till we would take the hint.  Then, strapped into the stroller, he would vigorously kick his legs with joy.  I have a little video of that which brings a glimmer, but even thinking about it makes me smile.

On one of those strolls, a dog knocked me down unconscious on the asphalt, resulting in my being overnight in the hospital with eight stitches in my head.  I had terrible vertigo and an infection in my leg where the dog’s leash had ripped off some of my skin.  I, who had always loved dogs, was then triggered by the site of a dog or by driving by the park where the incident occurred.  I had to actively work to overcome those fearful sensations.  My experience has been that something that was a glimmer can become a trigger, but also a trigger can be managed or overcome.  I now can see dogs without fear being triggered and in fact can experience “dog glimmers”!

Look for the glimmers….life offers us so many opportunities not only to see them but to reap the rewards physically and emotionally.

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate 

*Hope’s Café Bonus:  Deb Dana’s book is The Polyvagal Theory in Therapy:  Engaging the Rhythm of Regulation.  The TikTok video was posted in February 2022 by psychologist Dr. Justine Grosso.

Last week I missed writing my blog because I was on a retreat, “The Soul of Aging,” where I had no Wi-Fi.  The week was restful and fruitful.  Twelve of us had the opportunity to get to know one another, sharing the stories of our lives, as we worked on our assignments. 

One discussion sparked a memory of the quote “We are all just walking each other home.”  I recalled a childhood friend Kathleen who lived a few doors away from me.  Sometimes when we had played at her house until dark, she would walk me home.  Then I would walk her back home.  Then she would walk me back home.  At some point, we would stand halfway between the two houses and each of us would run home.  What a curious thing to do!  Perhaps we prolonged parting because we enjoyed our playtime and didn’t want to give it up. 

That memory sparked other memories.  Kathleen was a year older than I.  I was the beneficiary of some of her hand me downs.   She taught me how to sew doll clothes.  One Christmas our family went to spend Christmas with my grandmother. I stayed on for a week after the family returned home.  My grandmother, having had all her friends gather their fabric scraps, gave me a box full of lovely material.  Bestowed with this great treasure,  I spent the week making doll clothes.

The stories we tell are a way we build bridges, make connections, reinforce our common humanity.  As author Philip Pullman once wrote, “After nourishment, shelter, and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world.”

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate 

Hope’s Café Bonus:  “Stories are the common currency of humanity.”— Tahir Shah

“What are you making, Mom?” I would ask as my mother stirred up something in the kitchen.

“Layovers to catch little meddlers,” my mother would say with a mischievous grin.  It was something of a game, a secret withheld, of no real consequence.

Perhaps, all these years later, I was motivated to explore this phrase during some moments of missing my mother.

While the term has been used over the years to evade children’s questions, I learned from the Oxford Dictionary of Proverbs that it derives from “lareovers,” a contraction of sorts from “laid overs.”  In the days when people travelled by carriages and wagons, they often wanted to conceal what they were carrying from the prying eyes of those who might be inclined to pilfer their belongings.  They would lay a blanket or other covering over their goods in an effort to deter “meddlers.”  Thus the phrase evolved over years to become standard fare for parents to respond to their inquisitive children,

When my mother would use those words, she was often whipping up a batch of fudge, or a cake or some kind of treat.  I smile thinking of her, relaxing on the couch, reading the newspaper, with nothing apparent on her mind.  Suddenly she would jump up and go to the kitchen.  In short order, I would hear her mixing ingredients, likely for something chocolate and gooey. 

“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain,” wrote Lois Lowry.  “It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”

Once following a family member’s funeral, we gathered around our dining table, partaking in the tray of sandwiches and sweets that had been brought for us. Sharing memories engendered both tears and laughter and provided a healing balm  As a pastor, I have presided over many memorial services where friends and family offered stories, some funny, some deeply moving. We are meant to share our stories.  They heal us and uplift us.  More on this in an upcoming blog.

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate 

Hope’s Café Bonus: Remember to make good memories every day. They are like a mental scrapbook you can review at any time. 

This week I came across the term “Hurkle Durkle,” an old dialect word from southern Scotland dated to the 1800’s.  Perhaps you have “hurkle durkled,” lazed around in bed “long after it is time to get up or go to work.” 

There are multiple reasons why we might stay in bed when it is past rallying ourselves to make the effort to emerge from bed.  We are sick, or we have overextended and are unusually tired, or we have some task we are dreading to tackle.  But for some, the reason is depression.

From 2023 depression statistics as reported in Forbes Health, people who have an immediate family living with depression may have a two to three times greater risk for having depression.  About 21 million adults in the United States have had at least one depressive episode. More than one in 10 youth in the United States are living with depression that affects their school, home or work life.

  “I saw the world in black and white,” wrote Katie McGarry in “Pushing the Limits,” “instead of the vibrant coulours and shades I knew existed.”  This immediately called to mind  my own experience.  At a point in my life, I was immersed in depression.   My sleep was filled with dreams, always in gray.  I had a dramatic experience from which I emerged suddenly aware of color.  I couldn’t take my eyes off people in bright colors.  I was overcome with tears, so happy to be freed of the dark cloud that had surrounded me. 

While some of us are more prone to depression, none of us are immune. All the more important to both take good care of ourselves physically and mentally, and to be aware of those who are struggling, to be willing to offer a listening ear.

 May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate 

Hope’s Café Bonus:  Fortunately, I found a way emerge from my depression.  But too often depression results in suicide. Last year I became aware of Out of the Darkness, which is a fundraiser for suicide prevention.  I was deeply affected when I participated in a community walk in which the path was lined with pairs of shoes.  Each pair represented a person who had once worn them but whose life had ended in suicide.   High schools and colleges sponsor  campus walks.  There is also an overnight walk.  Overnight is a challenging endurance walk from dusk to dawn that rotates cities each year.

 I will be walking again September 17.  If you are interested, google Out of the Darkness for more information.

After a grueling 35 hour trip back from Africa and a 4 mile hike through the LA airport to our gate,  we arrived at the Bozeman airport to find our car quite dead.  The key fob wasn’t working to even get into it.  Alas!

However, multiple earth angels came to our rescue:

 Our handy-with-the-computer daughter in Chattanooga texted a screenshot of the instructions for how to start a car when the key fob wasn’t working and said that we would find a skeleton key inside the fob.

The airport policeman, who was checking on folks to see if they had the connections they needed or if he could be of help to anyone, went to see if he could help Terry.  By that time, Terry had gotten into the car with the skeleton key and was trying to start it.

When it was clear the battery was not going to budge, we called roadside assistance.  Amazingly, the fellow showed up in record time.  He loaded our luggage and me into his vehicle and we drove to where Terry waited with the car.  He was very cheerful and encouraging that this would quickly be resolved, which it was.

None of these efforts was extraordinary. Yet each was a demonstration of love in action, one human being reaching out to another human being in a time of need. 

I think of Mother Teresa’s words:

“Do not think that love, in order to be genuine, has to be extraordinary.  What we need is love without getting tired.

“How does a lamp burn?  Through the continuous input of small drops of oil.  If the drops of oil run out, the light of the lamp will cease, and the bridegroom will say, “I do not know you.” (Matthew 25:12)

“My daughters, what are these drops of oil in our lamps?  They are the small things of daily life:  faithfulness, punctuality, small words of kindness, a thought for others, our way of being silent of looking, of speaking, and of acting.  These are the true drops of love…

“Be faithful in the small things because it is in them that your strength lies.”

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate 

Hope’s Café Bonus: “Act as if what you do makes a difference.  It does.”  — William James

What one comes across on the internet is sometimes enlightening…sometimes “not so much.”

I happened across this week an article recommending the four things to do each morning in order to live a long, healthy life.  The author named: 1) a cup of coffee; 2) a healthy breakfast (not defined); squats (not specified how many); and 4) saying something positive to the first person you see in the morning.  I would label this in the “not so much” category.

              People aged 90-101 were interviewed in the village of Italy’s Cilento region, known for the prevalence of people older than 9 in a study reported in Time Magazine in December 2017.

The article quoted a study published in International Psychogeriatrics. “The participants filled out standardized questionnaires and also participated in interviews on topics such as migration, traumatic events and beliefs. Younger family members were also asked their impressions of their older relatives’ personality traits,” the author reported.

          What they discovered were common traits:  resilience, adaptability, positivity, a strong work ethic, close bonds with family, religion and the countryside.  Despite their being less healthy than villagers 51 to 75, their mental health was analyzed as better. 

          I wondered about the relationship between positivity and gratitude.  A description I found in a Psychology Today article in December 2020 described gratitude as a “gateway to positivity.” Consider this as reported by the author:

“Gratitude increases dopamine and serotonin levels in the brain, which serve as key neurotransmitters that give us feelings of contentment. If we are grateful more often, the happiness-producing neural pathways strengthen, just as exercise strengthens the body.”

As you navigate life, may you find many reasons to experience gratitude.

May we be bearers of hope, the “wait staff” of Hope’s Café for each other and all those we encounter.  Shalom, Kate

Hope’s Café Bonus:  Here are some tips about how to increase gratitude:

Write three things down before bedtime for which you are grateful.

Keep a gratitude journal.

Make a family or personal gratitude jar.

Practice “mental subtraction,” which is to imagine what your life would look like if certain positive events had not occurred.

Take a “gratitude walk” by yourself or with a companion. Think about (or discuss) the things you appreciate about the people, places or things you see along the way. 

Write thank you notes.  😊—some suggestions from Johns Hopkins’ Student Wellbeing Blog