Minion Magic

The deal was simple: If the kids ran their hearts out, a special guest would arrive.

The guessing began, kids and coaches alike calling out their guesses of who it might be.

Well, the Running Medicine kids did indeed run their fastest and bestest over the next hour.

I made a few hand signals to summon the guest.

He struggled even to make it into the park, as there were some gates that were a bit narrow for his contours.

But, at last, he squeezed through.

What ensued was magical.

My son, dressed as a minion, was hugged and tugged by screaming little ones over the next 30 minutes.

It was as close to pure joy as I have experienced it in my life.

Close your eyes and picture the scene, letting some of those shrieks and shouts of the little ones to permeate. Allow this energy to wash over you like a gentle waterfall.

As we left the park, with me serving as the minion’s escort, a new group of children came up and asked if they could hug the minion. One by one, they took their turn.

“Okay, the minion has to go now,” I said.

My son, not wanting to disappoint them, pointed out that he couldn’t just take the costume off in the parking lot. So, we helped him into the back hatch of our SUV (again, made difficult by his girth) and closed the door. He could finally deflate the costume.

Glancing at the spot where we had left that last group of kids, I saw that they had not taken their eyes off us in the five minutes since we had said goodbye.

Again, take a moment here to picture this scene. Beautiful little ones waiting in anticipation that the minion might make one more appearance. And as you take in that scene, focus more on how it makes you feel to see those children lined up along the curb.

As we drove home, I asked my son to reflect on what an incredible feeling it is to be in a moment where you able to give joy to others. I wanted to hear about his experience from within the minion suit. Being a teenager, he focused a bit more on being punched and manhandled. Understandable.

Here, I invite you think about that feeling in a moment where you are giving joy to others. No minion outfit needed, but if you want to pretend you were the one in the inflatable costume, go for it. You might also think back to the most recent time you have had this experience. Soak it in, bringing back all of the emotion and sensation from that moment.

We can’t all be minions today.

But we do have this beautiful superpower – the ability to elicit joy in others.

Go forth and find ways to unleash that power.

Migrating

I was almost done with this morning’s run.

Thinking that I should blog sometime soon.

Slightly stressed about not having a topic that was coming to mind.

The sunrise was beautiful this morning, but I didn’t think it was going to be the subject for a blog.

And then, in the silence of the trail, I heard something.

I knew I had heard it, but wanted to be sure.

I was silent.

There it was again.

(Any guesses??)

It was a guttural sort of cry. As if someone was shouting while gargling water. A bit jarring for an early morning.

(Still guessing??)

Above me, in perfect “V” formation, a beautiful group of sandhill cranes. They continued southward, making their unique crane noises as they floated across the sky.

For me, the first sound of the cranes is a sacred moment each fall. 

And today was that moment for this year. Honored to share it with you.

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What is a sound or sight that signals a transition to the fall and winter months for you?

Have you heard or seen it yet this year?

If so, carve out some time today to think/pray/write/move as you reflect on what this means to you.

But even more important, reflect on how you want to use this time of transition. Like the cranes, who migrate from north to south, from old to new, we have a wonderful opportunity to migrate in our lives. What is the “new” you want to migrate toward?

I doubt that cranes spend any of their energy in fall/winter worrying about what they left behind. They simply move forward, knowing this is the place they are meant to be at this moment. We can learn from their example.

 

Sending you good energy for your migration.

Fly into your “new” with confidence and joy.

And hoping that that distinctive crane cry reaches your ears sometime in the near future.

92 Days

October is here.

Last 3 months of the year.

92 days until 2027 begins.

And just past the fall equinox, so night will 

be longer than day for the next months.

 

One place where our minds go in hearing this is to feel pressure, a time crunch of sorts. So much to do, no time to fit it all in.

That’s natural and that’s okay.

But let our gaze shift a bit to think about what is possible in this last quarter of the year, and our thoughts become more constructive. Maybe, even visionary.

 

Questions like these start to bubble to the surface:

If I could gift myself with something that I am needing/seeking in the next 92 days, what would it be?

How would I like to shift my energy (from what, to what) in the next 92 days?

What version of myself would I like to work on creating in the next 92 days?

Who do I want to be and how do I want to be 92 days from now?

Come up with your own questions.

Wrestle with the answers.

Enjoy the journey, even if you aren’t sure what questions you want to ask or if you don’t have answers for the questions.

 

May we spend these next 92 days in ways that bring healing to ourselves, those around us, and to our world.

Dance in the Rain!

The rain has arrived.

in its droplets,

rejuvenation

release

relief

from the parched land and souls below

 

Dance

in the rain today,

soak in the goodness and life that the water brings

Dance

in gratitude

for all that life has given us

Dance  

as you bring full presence into the present

Dance

            allowing joy to wash over you

Dance!

Art Inspiring Connection Through Play

A lot of us are looking for ways to reach out a hand to others in the human family, across lines of religion, race, ethnicity, Tribe, class, language, nationality, etc.

Especially in this moment, where politics and tech/AI seem to be moving us further away from connection, conversation, and a sense of shared inhabitance of this planet.

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Imagine with me for a moment.

What if a wall, meant to divide, was re-envisioned, as a place for people to connect?

What if a wall that screams of power became a place for play?

Enter an artist duo, Virginia San Fratello and Ronald Rael.

And the creative idea to bring pink teeter-totters to the U.S.-Mexico border, allowing children on both sides of the wall to play with one another.

A chance for connection. Each body a compliment to the one on the other side of the border.

It took mere seconds from the installation before kids had begun to do what they do best – break down barriers and show that play together is possible.

In the words of Virginia and Ronald, “There was a time where there was no wall. [We wanted to] conceptually dismantle the wall…imagining a post-wall world.”

May we take the pink teeter-totters as inspiration

May this art invigorate your work as a connecter across all of the lines, barriers, and walls that exist.

May the image of kids being kids, turning the border wall into a playground, rejuvenate parts of us that are withering at the moment, akin to the plants in our midst desperately and patiently waiting for water to come.

In our case, the water are projects and moments like this that hydrate parched, cracking soil in our soul.

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Enjoy this 5-minute video chronicling the project, along with the artists' website. https://www.rael-sanfratello.com/made/teetertotter-wall 

If you want to see one of the real-life teeter-totters from the project, it is on display in the lobby of the Albuquerque Museum in Old Town. (Admission is free every Sunday from 9 am to 1 pm and the first Wednesday of every month.)

Health (and humor)

I walked into the exam room, greeted by a spry elder in her 80s.

“How is your health?” I asked.

“It is getting old”, she replied with a smile.

Notice, she wasn’t admitting to being old or to getting old herself.

It was her health that was aging.

A sneaky semantic twist. And off we went into conversating and laughing together. Officially, it was her doctor’s visit.

So, I ask you to consider this morning the same question.

How is your health?

Sit with that question before coming up with any words or answers.

How is your health?

Mental and emotionally, where are you? Physically? Spiritually?

How is your health?

Now, if you feel moved to write about it, draw it out, or share with someone close to you, go for it.

And feel free to channel your inner comedian and take the lead of our elder – sometimes, laughing a bit at life is the best antidote for helping us move forward.

"I can't complain"

I approached a woman sitting on the curb, wanting to offer a bit of food.

She sat next to all of her belongings, one of our many unsheltered relatives in Albuquerque.

As I got closer, I could see that she was meticulously washing a pair of running shoes. They were cleaner than any shoes than I own.

“How are things going,” I asked.

She smiled.

“I really can’t complain,” she answered.

It wasn’t just words. I could tell that she meant what she was saying.

As I walked away, I thought about all of the things I complain about. I got even more specific and thought of the things that very day I had complained about. And even more specific – the things I had complained about in the last hour.

Here, this woman in a life situation where she has every right to complain and yet she choses a very different way to see her day.

All of us can choose our path today, regardless of how good or rough our situation. The path of complaining…or, the path of gratitude.

I am thankful for the reminder.

Excited to hear your reflections as well.