It’s a Big Deal

“There is a deeper process inside of you that wants to be seen…and heard…and appreciated by you.”

It’s a Big Deal
Intro by E. Morana

It’s a Big Deal is a segment on the power of being noticed that brings us to the completion of the series, Participatory Spirituality.

In his own words:  “It’s a big deal…to notice…to be noticed…to be informed…and to receive and to go with…”

The video below is a shortened version of a webinar which Kevin offered on Zoom to a group of WholeBody focusers in July 2021. In it, Kevin begins by speaking to us of his own experience of what it’s like—for him—to be in a community. When asked to lead a webinar on the value of community, he knew he didn’t want to do it. His past experience had left him with generally negative expectations regarding community. He noticed that. Then he decided to do the webinar and to see what was there.

To Notice

He opens with the statement: “Here I am…so what’s going on in me? Notice me being present to myself.”

After articulating his own discovery, he invites his audience—and now, that’s each of us here on the blog—to turn inwardly and to wait for our own Body Sense to form about being here—in this situation. His words: “There’s a deeper process inside of you that wants to be seen…and heard…and appreciated by you.”

The Big Deal

Kevin has set out to show us something almost miraculous: that when we begin to pay attention to whatever-that-is-in-us, it begins to awaken to itself and it begins to transform. On its own! And it needs us to pay attention to it. It couldn’t have awakened—and couldn’t have begun this new period of growth—without our attention.

That’s what we’ve really come here to learn. Not thoughts-about community, but our direct-experience-here-and-now of me-in-this-community. Instead, we’ve come to practice listening to how it is for me, here, now. Things begin to unfold that could not have happened without it. Surprising things. Good things.

No wonder it’s a Big Deal.

What does my body need now?

Wholebody Focusing Haiku # 15
Being with the pain
That is trauma residue
Takes grounding and love.

Photo Credit: Anonymous

How Haiku helps

What does my body need now? Frequently writing Haiku about my WBF discoveries not only helps me document what is emerging but also helps me to sustain the new healing.

As I was preparing for bed a few weeks ago, I noticed that I felt defeated. There were so many challenges that made me anxious and fearful that I wondered if it were useless to try to sleep. My husband and I have been experiencing serious health problems for the last year and a half and it felt exhausting to be in this place.

The words “what does my body need now?” came to me. I thought I would give it a try.  As I got into bed, I felt into my body as I asked this question. My hands moved. They landed crossed, on my upper chest with my hands near my shoulders. It felt so comfortable and comforting. The next thing I remembered is that I woke up at 6:00 AM. I had slept through the night and my hands were still in this position. It was as if I had given myself a seven hour Reiki treatment.

Asking My Body

In the days following, I noticed a shift. When a situation arose, I didn’t have to “check” in with my body what it needed. The answer was just there.

“Did I want to work on taxes right now?”

“No! I needed to finish my film project.”

“Did I want to be part of a committee to make important decisions?”

“No! I just wanted to play.”

“Could I take on a new responsibility?”

“No! I had to organize myself to be with the responsibilities that were already here.”

I am noticing ME as my first reaction to a situation. It is coming from my body and out my mouth before I can get a chance to filter it. In the past, when someone wanted me to do something, I would usually say yes first and think about it later. That caused a lot of stress because, while I may come to know how I really feel about something later, I would never want to renege on my agreement to take on a responsibility.

The body needs what it needs

Old feelings emerged. Was I being selfish? Would this new assertion of my needs alienate people?  These are the same feelings that lead me to say yes to most of what people asked of me, however, now I was having them after I declined to do the whatever was asked of me. I had the opportunity to see in real time what the result was of my going with what my body needed. Here are some respones from ohters. Sometimes people were surprised or amused or agreed that I needed to take care of myself. No one has disowned me or started to not return my calls. These Haikus helped me feel  less stress and anxiety because I was doing what my body needed rather than what others might want of me.

Writing about what comes for us in any format supports our WBF work by continuing the healing that is already in progress. I encourage all who read this blog to share their own experiences with shifts and new ways of living. You can do this as a contributor to the blog

Haiku to Find Myself

15 
Being with the pain
That is trauma residue
Takes grounding and love.

16 
When there are stressors
Allowing movement steadies
The nervous system

17
When progress is made
New shifts need to be noticed
So that they can stay

 18 
When good things happen
I hold space for all that comes
With an open heart

 19
When challenges pop
And there is nowhere to go
Go inside and move!

 20
What does my heart need?
Slowing down to listen now
This is new to me

21
When upset, I ask
What does my body need now?
Then I notice me

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11 Ways to connect with yourself

Holding Trauma with Equal Regard

I did have an important ally at the high school: the school’s building. NYC built the impressive building from 1912 to 1915 in the Collegiate Gothic Style, emphasizing education’s grandeur. The auditorium was especially grand. When I first walked in there, I felt the powerful energy of the building’s history, which brought me to tears. When I needed support, I would sit there to catch my breath.

When I am holding trauma with equal regard, I am inviting an expanded understanding of the traumatizing experience. This means one needs to let go of judgments and simply accept the situation for what it is in order to learn the full story.  

I had been waking up in the mornings recently with obsessive thoughts of trauma I had experienced 12 years ago.  Before I retired as a high school administrator, I served as Assistant Principal at a large New York City high school. I was in charge of educating immigrant children.  There were 400 English as a Second Language students at a school known for failing to provide adequate support. I felt I was the right person for the job because of my extensive experience helping other schools improve outcomes for immigrant students. However, all I could do was obsess about the horrible experience I had with the staff during that period.

 When Beliefs Clash

I faced a hostile environment where the teachers and administrators felt their low ratings were unjustified. They believed it was the fault of the “students we are getting now” rather than “the better students we used to have.” That is an ineffective structure for teaching, learning, and excellence. Teachers and administrators have a responsibility to meet all students where they are at and to provide suitable pathways to learning.

I was not welcome in this school because I represented the change that was needed. Admitting that change was necessary would require undoing deeply held beliefs. Administrators and teachers strongly felt that it was the African American, Latino, immigrant, and special needs students were the ones who made it seem like the staff was ineffective. The administration planned to identify the best-prepared students and provide them with special instruction to raise the graduation rate. This plan was not feasible because a large part of the population was performing below grade level.  

 Being Me

I chose to take this job because the new principal was someone I had worked with for several years. Our shared philosophy was that administrators and teachers need to recognize students’ needs and provide appropriate instruction to meet them.  Unfortunately, we encountered hostile teachers and unmovable colleagues.

After eight months of their failed practices, there was an incident in the principal’s office in which the male assistant principal, Math, attempted to physically attack the principal because she demanded that African American students be allowed in higher-level Math classes. The AP Math was stopped only by my screaming presence in the room. The principal was traumatized by the attempted attack. It was worse for her later, especially after our superiors refused to address not only his attack, but they would not bar him from blocking African American students from second-year math. The principal ended up finding another job.

Finding allies

The hatred toward low-performing students remained around the school. Fortunately, I had a very talented team of bilingual teachers who were excited to use their extensive skills to improve student outcomes.  These teachers helped build a very effective language-learning program. I finally had my dream job: creating a safe, supportive place for English language learners and special-needs students, with a teaching team who shared my belief that our students could become literate in English if we did our best.  I wasn’t going to leave the school with it’s hostle environment outside my department.

As a child of Italian immigrants, I knew how much my parents suffered from inappropriate instruction. They were intelligent people who never fully learned to read and write because they were assigned to classes where little effort was made to help them to read and write in English. That was where Italian speakers belonged in the 1930s.  Eventually, I became a leader in the Bilingual Education Second Language community. I was part of the social and political changes affecting immigrant students.  

When I first started teaching, my colleagues were people who grew up in the 1960’s. They were part of the fight for equal rights of African Americans, Latinos, and against the Vietnam War. Many of them were African American or Latino and shared my commitment to language rights and equal access to a proper education for all.  They were my mentors whose integrity and commitment to improving students’ lives inspired me to be the best at what I do.  

The auditorium 

At my new school, the hostility was constant. I was also shocked by how most members of the faculty did not share the same background that led me to my dedication to immigrant and African American special needs students. It left me depressed and angry that others didn’t feel a connection to the school’s current students.  

An Arabic-speaking student with Autism passed the NYS Exam for competency in the English requirement.
Many languages spoken

I did have an important ally at the high school: the school’s building. NYC built the impressive Collegiate Gothic-style building from 1912 to 1915, emphasizing education’s grandeur. The auditorium was especially grand. When I first walked in there, I felt the powerful energy of the building’s history, which brought me to tears. When I needed support, I would sit there to catch my breath.  I  also brought my student to the auditorium to have some respite.  It was a great place to bring students who met the NY State qualifications for immigrants.  I asked them to share their experiences, and later we enjoyed a meal together and offered them books to keep.

 Equal Regard Is Essential

To address my obsessive thoughts about the difficulty of this period in my life, I began working with Kevin McEvenue using WBF and with Susan McClellium, a Shaman, to connect me to my memories of this experience. One day, Susan suggested that I talk to my obsessive thoughts. She had me move into a different chair as if I were a different person telling my story. What came was utterly different from my obsessive thoughts from this three-year experience. My essence refused to mention the traumatic experiences, but instead reminded me of the joy I experienced by doing what I knew was right.

My Wholebody self started with the beautiful memories of working with immigrant and special needs students. It reminded me of an avalanche of stories about why I had chosen this work. This part of me that remembered more than the trauma was not willing to stop telling its side of the story. Out of this, I realized that, despite the battles I lost and the abuse I witnessed and experienced on a daily basis, my interaction with  teachers, some of the staff, and the students was effective, improved learning, and made me extremely happy. State evaluations verified what I knew was happening.  My department had the best academic improvement among all the other departments.  

Trauma and  Positive Energy Meet

Holding both with equal regard was the key. I fully understood the power of my memories of the trauma. When I experienced obsessive thoughts, I realized that the trauma was still raw and needed attention and acceptance.

What came to me from the positive memories is that “this is the price one pays to do the right thing.” I was experiencing the challenge of fighting the racist behavior of adults as an attack on me.  When connected to body wisdom, I learned that, despite the abuse, I was able to meet the needs of my students. We seldom consider the extent of the antagonism teachers and administrators face because they put all students first.  It is not until now that I can celebrate my ability to be steadfast and successful in the face of this violence. Now I have a deeper appreciation for others who have also fought against racist ideologies on a grander scale and what price they paid.  

N.B.

As I was writing this blog, I wondered if holding space with equal regard might have helped the situation. Wholebody Focusing would have helped teachers and Administrators find their place among the new students being served by the school.  

The Disturbelence of Feeling Terror

Presence is the goodness of Life that underlies all “good” and “bad.”

When I was a young boy, about 4/5  years old, I would sometimes sit with my father in the garden after he had come home from work. I would sit in my little red wooden chair beside him. I don’t think we said much, but I remember feeling so proud of myself for sitting beside him.

Feeling Terror

Just over 60 years later, I am sitting in an imaginary Focusing chair next to a terrified toddler in an imaginary red chair. The terror felt in my belly feels very real. It’s a deeply embodied terror of other people rejecting and abandoning me.

It is not a word you will find in the dictionary, but the word disturbelence fits well.It captures the intense disturbance and discord the terror energy creates throughout the body and it also feeds into the the immense amount of energy that feels held within that terror.

Sitting Beside the Terror

It feels freeing to be able to sit beside the terror with its furiously fast and shuttering (a mixture of fluttering and shaking) in the belly. I can now be the father’s presence for the terrified toddler and sit beside him, just like my father sat calmly beside me in these early days.

Letting  Terror  Transform

The terrified toddler let me know that it likes me to feel the much slower, steady frequency of the energy circuit between my feet and the ground. And when I do, the terror energy calms down a little, and the energy trapped in the terror slowly releases as tiny shivers through my arms and legs. It feels so good for this energy to move and unwind.  It seems to know exactly how to do this, and as each day goes by, it loses its resonance with the “terror,” and what’s left is just fast shuttering energy in the belly. And as it releases bit by bit, I am feeling more and more alive and expansive – trapped energy releasing and joining the river of Life flowing through my body.

The Body Knows the WayForward, I Don’t

Eugene Gendlin’s quote speaks so well of this natural forward movement of Life’s energy: ” Every bad feeling is potential energy toward a more right way of being if you give it space to move forward to its rightness.. .. The feelings of “bad” or “wrong” inside you, in effect, your body’s measurement of the distance between its rightness and the way it actually feels. It knows the direction. It knows this just as much as you know which way to move a crooked picture.”

What my mind may easily label as “bad” or “wrong” inside is, in fact, the potential energy that can alchemize into the gold of Presence. Presence is the goodness of Life that underlies all “good” and “bad.”

Biography of Addie van der Kooy

Conversation with Addie van der Kooy and Kevin McEvenue

The Squirrel and the Chicken Bone

 

While walking through my complex, I offered a squirrel a walnut but she already had a chicken’s thigh bone in her mouth.  We both stopped to notice each other and we made a pact to connect. I wanted to know what a squirrel would do with a chicken bone and she knew I had more walnuts. So there we were, she was working the bone with an eye on me and the walnut and I was standing motionless studying her chewing on a chicken thigh.  

Connecting to a Squirrel

Squirrels are like that. They size you up for the potential of being a provider of food. If you meet the requirements, motionless with something in your hand, they will hold your gaze, partly anticipating danger and partly as boldness to hold space for their hunger. I decided to watch her transform the thigh bone into food.

What Happened Next?

I used my body to block her from others’ view so they would not break the spell. She chewed and chewed on the bone until it began to dissolve. Soon, the squirrel cast off small flakes of bone —first from the center, where I could see some dried-out marrow, and then from the ends.

I wondered how this chicken thigh bone had gotten into her hands. Perhaps, there was a chicken that laid an egg, and that egg became a chicken grew up somewhere eating chicken food.  

Eventually, a factory process transformed the chicken into an edible product that someone cooked at a fast food store. Someone bought the chicken and ate lunch on the grass. Then, the bone was left behind and found its way into that lucky squirrel’s mouth.

What a journey! By this time, all the squirrel had left was the bone’s knuckle, which she was making smaller and smaller. She was a recycling machine.

I was reminded of  having fried chicken with the leader of a national union. We were organizing the largest anti-Apartheid demonstration ever in New York City.  We stopped to eat our fried chicken. I noticed the difference between how I ate my piece of  chicken and how he did. For him there was nothing left on the bones.  I had selectively only eaten the meat and left everything else. I mentioned that we had a different way of eating a piece of chicken.  He explained he grew up in a low-income family and he never left anything behind.  He still loved to eat this way. I always had the luxury to be fussy about food and still only eat the parts that that I like.  

Grounded Presence

When the squirrel finished demolishing her bone, she walked over to the walnut and ate that, too! I gave her a few more pieces of walnut and went back home. Watching a squirrel consume a chicken bone stimulated many thoughts about life.

Stop, connect to a squirrel, a bird, a flower, a tree and  wait, notice one’s environment and wait some more. 

Take a look at Kevin McEvenue’s Me and Planet Earth

To Become Alive / Att bli levande

Photo Credit: Ulla-Stina Johansson

Your experience Kevin resonated profoundly in me. When you listened deeply, in searching for a sense of self, an uninvited Trappist monk connected with you – and you came alive. As if listening deeply for life could be as a calling to the universe and something from beyond answered you. Could this be possible?

In the beginning of the nineties I was on a similar journey, in my longing to become alive and be myself. My travel led me to an Orthodox Monastery, named New Valamo, in Finland. During the winter war 1939, some 190 monks fled from Valamo Monastery in Russia. They founded a refuge and a new home in a mansion in the east of Finland. To have somewhere to live they had to rebuild the old barn into monk’s cells. The monks lived and prayed in the barn for years. It was possible for me, as a visitor, to stay in one of the old monk´s cells in the barn. And of course, it was an offer I could not refuse.

The whole night I had deep dreams which felt as some sort of inner rebuilding of my whole life. For the next few days, I walked around the monastery without any thoughts, feelings or words. But with tears constantly pouring down, gently melting, cleansing and making me soft and receiving. I was filled with awe that made me feel fresh and alive.

Ulla-Stina Johansson

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Deep Hunger and Wholebody Focusing

 

How is a sense of deep hunger helped by Wholebody Focusing ? A few years ago, I was experiencing chronic anxiety due to a stressful situation at work. My body was deeply affected. My blood pressure, heart rate, and diabetes markers were all higher than usual. I relied on my focusing practice to help me. In a Wholebody focusing session, a wordless felt sense of anxiety transformed into a sensation of me experiencing my birth. As I exited the birth canal, I felt free from the stress that I had been experiencing. A new understanding emerged about how my body experienced anxiety.

My History with Hunger

I was my mother’s second child. Her first pregnancy with my older brother was traumatic, and she came close to dying. A few months before my brother was born, my mother’s friend, Mrs. C, a parishioner at our Catholic church, was pregnant with twins. C-Sections were out of favor during more than half of the twentieth century because the medical outcomes were unacceptable due to inadequate surgical procedures and lack of antibiotics.

As a result, there was a heightened possibility that a crisis might happen in the delivery room. The mother or the fetus might be in danger of dying. Because the Catholic Church saw the mother and fetus as two human entities, Catholic hospitals had a policy that prioritized saving the fetus’s life in circumstances in which the doctors could save either the mother or fetus. Mrs.C died in childbirth along with one of her twins. The other twin, a baby girl, was born with severe cerebral palsy. She could not walk, talk, or feed herself.

My mother, having witnessed how this policy impacted her friend’s life and family, felt great anxiety about her fate. Then she also had her crisis in the delivery room. My brother was a large baby in the breech position. The doctor told my mother that she might not survive the birth. Fortunately, both survived; however, my mother was deeply traumatized by the experience. My brother also suffered from this experience. His trauma showed up as severe learning disabilities and emotional difficulties.

Three years later, my mother became pregnant with me. She decided to lose weight during her pregnancy so that the birth would be less complicated. Throughout her pregnancy, the danger she experienced with her first birth and the memory of her friend’s death caused her great anxiety. As a result, my mother starved herself and me during her pregnancy as a strategy to circumvent a possibly fatal outcome.

At the end of a full-term pregnancy, I was born weighing only five pounds. It took me four years to achieve an average weight Moreover, I have had a lifelong struggle with anxiety and panic disorder.

Wholebody Focusing and Anxiety

I always had a felt sense that the level of anxiety I experienced was not all mine– that it was stronger than my constitution created on its own. From this early morning WBF session, I became aware that her anxiety bathed me in my mother’s high cortisol levels for nine months. I carried my mother’s experience of body tension in my body along with my tendency to be anxious. Since that session, my level of chronic anxiety has dramatically subsided. My anxiety connection with my mother had ended. My fear is at a much lower level.

Now, I can be with whatever anxiety emerges in grounded presence. Being grounded gives my body space to carry itself forward in its own way and at its own pace. Under these circumstances, the anxiety sometimes transforms into something else. Before, my stress level was often too overwhelming to be with it in grounded presence. Wholebody focusing helped me experience the release of my mother’s panic from my body and allowed me to understand how it had impacted her and me.

A new awareness about my birth experience happened years later when I attended a week-long workshop at a Catholic retreat center. I often felt hungry because the portions and total amount of food served were inadequate. This experience triggered a bodily sense of hunger, agitation, and anger.

The Intelligence of our Bodies

It wasn’t until early morning on the last day of the conference, during a focusing session, that I sensed what was triggering me. This session started with a felt sense of guilt for my surliness toward the staff in response to the lack of food. An image came to me of working as a young girl in the convent, stirring a pot of soup. I was feeling hunger in the pit of my stomach. I did chores after school in the convent. None of the Sisters ever offered a snack. Finally, one day, I was so hungry that I found the courage to ask for a snack. The sister told me she was not allowed to give students a snack.

It occurred to me in that focusing session that my anger at the staff was due to hunger, a deep historical hunger linked to Catholicism. First, my mother starved us when I was in the womb because of her fear for her life while giving birth in a Catholic hospital. Then there was a longing for food while I worked for almost a year in the convent. Then, 50 years later, I returned to a Catholic environment for the first time in many decades and experienced hunger again. This experience allowed me to be with this deep hunger hidden in my body.

Social conditions, pre-birth experiences, laws or rules that influence medical or educational practices, and other people’s personal decisions can cause trauma. Yet, unfortunately, we sometimes live our whole lives never learning these stories.

Freeing Ourselves from “Not Knowing”

Wholebody focusing gives practitioners a path to be with those hidden parts. One gives their body permission to be with what is there and to move in any way it needs. One’s awareness of something outside yourself and neutrality toward what comes are the only requirements. Often, internal or external movements emerge, and they carry forward without words or images.

The practitioner stays with the movement until a shift happens. In the process, a felt sense, a phrase, or a picture might emerge that gives more information. Other times an agitated movement, for example, might shift to a comforting one without any additional information. When I experienced my birth, I observed the felt sense of my rapid heartbeat during a panic attack. Suddenly, I felt myself moving through the birth canal. I remember what it felt like on my arms and the release of anxiety when I exited the birth canal.

Wholebody focusing trains the practitioner to rely on body wisdom for its information. Body wisdom does not need the right word or image to carry forward. Deeply hidden truths may not have words. Their foundation may not be related to your particular life story. Those places where the unknown parts live also have the ability, with our attention, to tap into the abundant benevolent energy that surrounds us as a support to carry forward our healing. Whenever we rely on only words and images from our narratives, There is a possibility that we may miss the vast resources and stories the universe offers to help our recovery. Wholebody focusing gives us this kind of range of opportunity.

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The Palm Reader

Photo Credit: Elizabeth Morana

One night, I read something* about a prisoner during the holocaust who was in line with a group of men waiting to be taken to their death.  In the midst of this horror, one of the men jumped out of line, offering to read the palms of other prisoners, exuberantly telling them of their future wives, their future children, of what seemed to be their extinguished possibilities.  More and more of the prisoners asked to have their palms read.  The mood changed, for both prisoners and guards—and against all odds, the unexpected happened:  the guards loaded the prisoners back on the truck and drove away with them, taking them back to their barracks. 

I wondered about what enabled that solitary palm-reader to act.  The next morning as I awoke, a sentence came to me, and then more:

Please Let me also look at their palms and see their infinite possibilities!
And seeing them,
they glimpse themselves
As they really are!

Let us not be hypnotized
by modern day brutes
Let us look past all their dark thoughts
Let us turn again and again
beyond those dark clouds
to what is beyond their sight

Let us see our true pure being
and all our possibilities for Joy
for Love

Pull back our curtain of fear and disconnection
Open our ears to the truth of our being
Open our eyes to That Light
Me-here-Now
Not what they see
they do not define me!

Open my awareness
to
What. I. Am

*https://tinyurl.com/yder25lt

Elizabeth Morana

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