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		<title>Present Tense with Corinne Cunningham</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Almost a year ago I drove over an hour to have lunch with two new blog-friends.  Jo from Mylestones and Corinne from Trains, Tutus, and Teatime.  Over flatbread we chatted and chatted and barely had time to take a breath.  The time flew by.  And then, over the summer, I got to spend lots more [...]]]></description>
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<p>Almost a year ago I drove over an hour to have lunch with two new blog-friends.  <a href="http://www.mylestonesblog.com/" target="_blank">Jo from <em>Mylestones</em></a> and <a href="http://www.trainstutusandteatime.com/" target="_blank">Corinne from <em>Trains, Tutus, and Teatime</em></a>.   Over flatbread we chatted and chatted and barely had time to take a  breath.  The time flew by.  And then, over the summer, I got to spend  lots more time with Corinne when we took the train to and from <a href="../2010/08/no-one-gets-wise-enough-to-truly-understand-the-heart-of-another/" target="_blank">BlogHer</a>.  We&#8217;ve had a couple of visits since then, notably to hear Gail Caldwell read from <em><a href="../2010/08/the-volume-of-the-world-turned-up-a-notch/" target="_blank">Let&#8217;s Take the Long Way Home</a></em>.   It&#8217;s never enough though, and I am particularly hoping to meet  Corinne&#8217;s delicious Fynn and Page, who feature prominently in her blog.</p>
<p><a href="http://www.trainstutusandteatime.com/" target="_blank">Corinne&#8217;s blog</a> is a beautiful series of meditations on real, ordinary  life.  She writes about her everyday experiences with her children,  about her sobriety journey, and about her nascent but vital  spirituality.  She and I have in common a passionate attachment to the  ocean and the beach, and I particularly adore her posts about her visits  there.  Corinne shares her beautiful photography, too, and I am often  as refreshed and inspired by her images as I am by her words.  I urge  you to click over to Trains, Tutus, and Teatime and to spend some time  immersed in Corinne&#8217;s world.  I am certain that I am better for this immersion;  there is something about Corinne, both in person and on the page, that  makes me calmer, more patient, more open to my own humanity.</p>
<p>And more good news!  Corinne&#8217;s creativity has a new outlet.  She has thrown  herself wholeheartedly into knitting, and I&#8217;m thrilled to point you to  her brand-new <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/asoftlanding" target="_blank">etsy shop, A Soft Landing, here</a>.   I am the proud owner of a pair of Corinne&#8217;s handwarmers, and I tell you  I can feel the love that went into the knitting of them every time I  pull them on.</p>
<p>In the meantime, I&#8217;m honored to host <a href="http://www.trainstutusandteatime.com/" target="_blank">Corinne</a> here today for Present  Tense.  I know that the effort to remain open to her own life is  important to Corinne, as she and I have talked about it.  I was  delighted when she agreed to answer my questions.  So here is Corinne,  with her trademark wisdom, humility, and flat-out wonderfulness.</p>
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<div><em>1.	When have you felt most present?  Are there specific memories that stand out for you?</em>My wedding. I remember almost every moment of that day vividly. The  other moments that stand out are days with my husband and kids. We take  adventures now and then, trips to the beach or hikes, and being in  nature with the kids and Lucas&#8230; it’s just incredible. When the sounds  are the wind or ocean and birds and your children giggling and your   husband laughing and talking about life&#8230; it doesn’t get any better,  and there’s no reason for the mind to drift away.<br />
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2.	Do you have rituals or patterns that you use to remind you to Be Here Now?</em></p>
<p>When I feel hurried and like my mind is getting too far ahead of my  body, I find a quiet space and tell myself to take deep breaths {which  is the same thing I tell my kids when I see their minds spinning out, or  their actions getting on the crazy side} and then I sit with my breath  and reflect on why I’m spiraling. Those few moments of quiet bring me  back to the moment at hand.<br />
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3. Do you have specific places or people that you associate with being particularly present?  Who?  Where?  Any idea why?</em></p>
<p>The beach. Any and all beaches. It’s my place, where I feel most at  home and alive and calm all at the same time. It’s the place that I long  for, and when I’m there, it’s just me and the sounds and smells. As far  as people, my kids. Always. They remind me to be here. There isn’t any  other place I need to be. So combine a day at the beach, with my  children, and I’m completely, fully, present.</p>
<p><em>4.	Have you ever meditated?  How did that go?</em></p>
<p>I’ve tried many a times to meditate. I also have the monkey mind&#8230;  and it’s so very hard to keep it from wandering. Recently I’ve found  that knitting is a sort of meditation for me. I have to focus only on my  hands and it keeps me very aware. I can concentrate on the task at  hand, but also my breath and it’s calming and helps to clear my mind.<br />
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5. Has having children changed how you think about the effort to be present?</em></p>
<p>Absolutely.  There was a time years ago, probably in high school,  that I was keenly aware of being present and living authentically and  focused on my dreams and hopes {which I think are all combined somehow}  But then I went off to college and my drinking began to get the better  of me. It took having my children to realize the areas that I needed  help in. It took having<br />
my children to realize my drinking problem, to then get sober and focus  on being here with them. With me. With my husband. With whatever is  right in front of me. I have my children to thank for bringing me back  to that place where I can focus on what rally matters. Being here.</p>
<p><em>6. And just cause I’m curious, what books and songs do you love?</em></p>
<p>There are far too many books to list! The ones that come to mind at  first are Brene Brown’s The Gifts of Imperfection, anything and  everything by Anne Lamott, and for some reason Raymond Carver’s short  stories are always a favorite. I just skimmed my bookshelf, and though  they’re childhood loves, I still adore the Anne of Green Gables series  and JulieEdward’s Mandy.</p>
<p>Songs&#8230;The Weepies are a favorite right now. Their songs Stars and  Gotta have you play often around here. Jame’s Taylors Secret of Life,  and Carolina in my Mind. Jack Johnson is another one that I love love  love, and Jason Mraz. The Avett Brothers and their I and Love and You  album. Roll Away Your Stone, by Mumford and Sons. And anything by Ingrid  Michaelson&#8230; I<br />
just adore her.</p>
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		<title>Present Tense with Laura Munson</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I read Laura Munson&#8217;s memoir, This Is Not the Story You Think It Is: A Season of Unlikely Happiness, over the summer, and adored it.  The book grew out of  Laura&#8217;s summer 2009 Modern Love column, which I remember reading with interest.  This Is Not the Story You Think It Is begins with Munson&#8217;s husband [...]]]></description>
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<p><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-3509" title="image001" src="http://www.adesignsovast.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/image0012.jpg" alt="" width="104" height="123" />I read Laura Munson&#8217;s memoir, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/This-Not-Story-You-Think/dp/B0043RT8FY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1289266458&amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"><em>This Is Not the Story You Think It Is: A Season of Unlikely Happiness</em></a>, over the summer, and adored it.  The book grew out of   Laura&#8217;s summer 2009 <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/02/fashion/02love.html" target="_blank">Modern Love column</a>, which I remember reading with interest.  <em>This Is Not the Story You Think It Is</em> begins with Munson&#8217;s husband of many years coming home and telling her he&#8217;s not sure he loves her anymore.   Instead of responding with anger or throwing him out, Munson simply responds, &#8220;I don&#8217;t buy it.&#8221;  She commences a period of steadfast patience.  She is certain that her husband&#8217;s wavering has to do with him, and not her, and she is committed to waiting him out while he works through his crisis.</p>
<p>Munson&#8217;s memoir traces the months of this season, during which she waits, determined to save her marriage by demonstrating her deep commitment to it and to her husband.  This commitment takes the form of space, tolerance, and tremendous faith.  She chooses not to give in to the urge for drama, not to hurl accusations.  This is challenging beyond measure, and of course there are moments she loses her cool.  On the whole, though <em>This Is Not the Story You Think It Is</em> showcases the power of devotion and what can happen when we remember to put the prize we seek above our moment-to-moment personal needs.</p>
<p>Beyond being a story about marriage and midlife, though, <em>This Is Not the Story You Think It Is</em> is about becoming the source of one&#8217;s own joy.  It is about shifting the power over our own moods back to ourselves.  It is about the things that are possible when we fully commit to something, even when that effort is difficult and draining.</p>
<p>Munson talks about the teetering stack of books on her bedside table, many of which are about spirituality, peace, self-help.  She has been a lifelong seeker, she tells us, but it is not until this moment, with her marriage in crisis and fault lines running through a foundation she assumed was stable, that she really starts to understand what she has been seeking.</p>
<p><em>&#8220;But,&#8221; I whimpered, &#8220;I&#8217;m in a spiritual cul-de-sac. I don&#8217;t know how not   to want. I&#8217;m very, very attached. Not in the least Zen. More . . . I   don&#8217;t know . . . Episcopalian.&#8221;</em></p>
<p>It&#8217;s not simple, this letting go of how she imagined her marriage would be, this strident attempt to &#8230; not attempt so much.  Of course Munson falters.  She is funny and wise, humane and deeply human as she relates the ups and downs of her waiting season (an aside: like Munson, I&#8217;m an Episcopalian, very, very attached, and a lifelong seeker).</p>
<p>Munson wrote <em>This Is Not the Story You Think It Is</em> from the white-hot center of the experience; not for her was the advice to get a healthy remove from an emotional moment before writing about it.  No, she wrote in real time, as she lived through her summer of waiting, her weeks of doubt, her moments of surprising peace.  As she moves through time, she grows more and more clear about the process she is engaged in, which proves to go far beyond the situation with her husband.</p>
<p><em>&#8220;It&#8217;s about not taking things personally.  Even when you feel the world  is crumbling around you.  It&#8217;s about choosing happiness over suffering.   It&#8217;s about retraining the way we think.&#8221;</em></p>
<p>Of course, this is no small achievement; it might be the goal of a lifetime.  At least for me.  Many things go into choosing happiness; among the most important is learning to appreciate that which is right in front of you.  When Munson dives into what it means to not choose suffering, she hints at some of the nuances of her ordinary life, and suggests that it is in the embrace of these things that freedom, and joy, can come.</p>
<p><em>&#8220;Suffering sucks. Don&#8217;t do it. Go home and love your wife. Go home and love yourself. Go home and base your happiness on one thing and one thing only: freedom.  Choose freedom, not suffering. Create a life of freedom, not wanting.  Have some really good coffee and listen to the red-winged blackbirds in  the marsh.&#8221;</em></p>
<p>I&#8217;m so glad to have found Laura Munson&#8217;s words, in both her book and in her blog, <a href="http://lauramunson.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"><em>These Here Hills</em></a>.  She writes for the Huffington Post, the New York Times (her recent <em><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/25/magazine/25lives-t.html" target="_blank">Lives</a> </em>column, about a mother and her growing-so-fast daughter, made me cry), and on her blog.  Go read her words now &#8211; you won&#8217;t regret it.</p>
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<p>1.<strong><em> When have you felt most present?  Are there specific memories that stand out for you?</em></strong></p>
<p>Giving birth to my children, writing books, riding horses.  All three of these things require us to be in the present moment.  Like no other experiences I’ve known, they warn of the dangers of the mind.  Of engaging fear.  Of not being present.  All require a loosening, an opening and letting go; non-resistance.  Receiving what is…the illusions of the past and the future melting away.</p>
<p>2. <strong><em>Do you have rituals or patterns that you use to remind you to Be Here Now?</em></strong></p>
<p>I have a very busy mind.  So in order to quiet it, I need easy, broken down methods.  So it’s three deep breaths when my mind is a-whirl.  Or it’s saying a prayer that I memorized as a child in time to those three breaths.  Or a heart shaped rock I hold in my hand to take pause—I collect them and keep them all over my house.  It’s silent and it’s simple.  And mostly it’s about identifying those destructive thoughts we all have, and loving them into submission.  I used to think we needed to hunt them down and make them die violent deaths.  Now I realize that when we’re doing that, we’re at war with ourselves because we’ve created those voices.  They’re <em>of</em> us.  So to love them like a scared child works much better for me.</p>
<p>3. <strong><em>Do you have specific places or people that you associate with being particularly present?  Who?  Where?  Any idea why? </em></strong></p>
<p>The woman who I ride horses with is the most present human being I’ve ever met.  She has had a hard life and you never hear her complain and you rarely hear her speak about yesterday or tomorrow.  It’s “look at the immature eagle,” or “that mama doe has a new fawn hiding in that field,” or “that’s a mountain lion den” or “aren’t the larch trees stunning this year?”  We may get into conversation, but she is always keenly aware of what is happening around her and with her horse.  It keeps her calm and it keeps her safe.  I have worked with this woman for ten years and more than anything else, I’ve learned how to clean my mind and be present, all from our travels by horse in the woods of Montana.</p>
<p>4. <strong><em>Have you ever meditated?  How did that go?</em></strong></p>
<p>Writing is my meditation.  It’s my practice.  It’s my daily prayer.  I have always been a seeker from a very early age.  And I’ve always had a rich prayer life.  My prayers have become lean.  More like little casts into a slow-moving stream—a few words.  <em>Thanks.  Help.  Yes.</em> I find great solace and inspiration in reading the work of the mystics from most religions who are all about love and the freedom of the present moment.  And yes, I have meditated in the sense of repeating a phrase in my mind in a deliberate way in a quiet place.  But for me a walk in the woods is the best meditation.  I always come back feeling clean-slated.</p>
<p>5. <strong><em>Has having children changed how you think about the effort to be present?</em></strong></p>
<p>I try to teach them to be aware in the moment.  That all the suffering comes in our attachment to the illusion of past and future.  To own what they can own and then let go of the rest.  I try to teach them the freedom that comes from that awareness.  I’m a student and a teacher then, I guess.  When there are people you love and you see them suffering and you feel you have ideas and practices that pull people out of suffering, it’s easy to go into teacher mode, but I find that it’s much more effective to simply practice more than preach.</p>
<p>6. <strong><em>And just cause I’m curious, what books and songs do you love?</em></strong></p>
<p>Jim Harrison is my favorite writer.  I love all of his work, and especially his poetry.  I love the book THE BROTHERS K by David James Duncan.  e.e. cummings and Rilke and Rumi and Neruda.  Salinger, especially FRANNY AND ZOOEY.  Truman Capote’s A CHRISTMAS MEMORY.  Annie Dillard.  And music…well…I love Bach.  I love the Durufle Requiem.  And old timey folk tunes.  My musical taste is all over the map.  From Puccini to Joni Mitchell to James Taylor to Ella Fitzgerald to The Velvet Underground to the Grateful Dead to the Violent Femmes.  Dixieland jazz.  Big Band music.  Depends on the weather.  The song I play on the piano, its lyrics appearing in my high school year book senior page, is CORNER OF THE SKY from the Broadway musical, Pippin, so there you have it.</p>
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<p>This winter a blog reader sent me a link to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=olSyCLJU3O0" target="_blank">a YouTube video</a> that I clicked on (uncharacteristically, since honestly I don&#8217;t much like watching video). Before a minute had elapsed tears were streaming down my face.  Before the video was over I&#8217;d ordered the book that <a href="http://www.katrinakenison.com/" target="_blank">Katrina Kenison</a> read from in it, <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gift-Ordinary-Day-Mothers-Memoir/dp/0446409499/ref=sr_1_1?s=gateway&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1285632227&amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank">The Gift of an Ordinary Day</a></em>.  I am eager to share this gift with all of you, and so please read down to find out more about winning a copy of each of Katrina&#8217;s books!</p>
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<p>And since the day I watched that YouTube video, the universe has been taking very good care of me.  One morning this summer <a href="http://www.adesignsovast.com/2010/07/sunflowers-hot-sauce-and-a-wonderful-surprise-encounter/" target="_blank">I bumped into Katrina, in my town, by chance</a>, and at a small coffee shop around the corner.  I recognized her, at first noticing that she was reading a book by Sylvia Boorstein that Dani Shapiro wrote about in <a href="http://www.adesignsovast.com/2010/02/devotion/" target="_blank"><em>Devotion</em></a>.  We talked, we made a date for the next morning, and I fell more deeply into my admiration of all things Katrina.  Sometimes I feel as though life is one great stream, and all I really should do is stop trying so madly to direct everything and just let it carry me.  And reading Katrina&#8217;s words, discovering the connections we had, and then meeting her in person all felt like that.  I&#8217;m immeasurably grateful to know Katrina, both as a writer and as a person, and am already hard-pressed to describe fully the profound impact she&#8217;s had on me.</p>
<p><em>The Gift of an Ordinary Day</em> <a href="http://www.adesignsovast.com/2010/03/the-gift-of-an-ordinary-day/" target="_blank">moved me when I read it</a>, and I&#8217;ve returned to it over and over since then, recalling resonant themes and specific images recommending it to everybody who will listen.  I&#8217;m just finishing <em>Mitten Strings For God</em> now and it is having a similar impact.  The book is inspiring me in a very real way to be a better and more present mother.  Just today, I surreptitiously read it in between interviews I had with candidates for my &#8220;real job,&#8221; and came home newly reminded of how important it is to be engaged for Grace and Whit.  We ate a relaxed dinner, enjoyed a long bath time full of laughter, and forfeited television in lieu of reading.  I doubt it&#8217;s a coincidence that this was one of the smoothest and most joyful evenings that I can remember with my children.</p>
<p>Katrina is, as I wrote in my review of <em>The Gift of an Ordinary Day</em>, a poet of the everyday.  In her sure and gentle hands the most ordinary moments are burnished into gems.  Through the lens of her eyes I am reminded over and over of the holiness that exists in every single one of our days, and I am called back again to the practice of noticing it.  Katrina writes often on <a href="http://www.katrinakenison.com/ordinary-day-journal/" target="_blank">her blog</a> of her own struggles with the very things I grapple with every single day: how to cope with the transience of time, to accept the loss that limns every day, and to be more present in her own life.</p>
<p><em>If I have learned anything at all these last couple of months, it is  that I am still learning how to let go, still caught so often between my  wish to stop time in its tracks and my longing to accept with more  grace the transience of all things.</em></p>
<p>When I read these words a couple of weeks ago I gasped audibly: I&#8217;ve never heard such a lucid and elegant description of the central tension of my own life.  How did this woman climb into my head?  My heart?  Never mind.  I don&#8217;t care how.  I&#8217;m glad she did. Katrina expresses the ineffable sadness and incandescent joy that dance together at the heart of the human experience with an eloquence that I regularly feel so keenly it&#8217;s like an ache in my chest.</p>
<p>I urge you all to read Katrina&#8217;s work &#8211; her blog, her books.  She will move you, I guarantee it.  When she read at <a href="http://www.adesignsovast.com/2010/09/a-message-as-essential-as-air/">the Mother&#8217;s Plunge</a> on September 18th there was not a dry eye in the room.  Yet they were the special kind of tears that inspire joy, commitment, and engagement even as they acknowledge sorrow.  Katrina&#8217;s books stir something deep in me, touch that molten core of what it means to be a person in this world.  Run, don&#8217;t walk, to read them.  They will change your life.  That is not an exaggeration.<br />
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<p>Because I believe so fiercely in Katrina&#8217;s work, and can speak so personally and authentically about how it has affected me, I&#8217;m eager to share this with you all.  My first giveaway!  I&#8217;m delighted to give away a signed copy of both <em>Mitten Strings For God</em> and <em>The Gift of an Ordinary Day</em>.  Just leave a comment and I&#8217;ll draw names in a couple of days.  You won&#8217;t regret it, I swear.  The only person I know lucky enough to have a signed copy of <em>The Gift of an Ordinary Day</em> is my <em>own</em> mother (no pressure, Mum, but you can read that at any time), and that&#8217;s because I got it for her the other weekend.</p>
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<p>1. <em><strong>When have you felt most present?  Are there specific memories that stand out for you?</strong></em></p>
<p>Surprisingly,  some of my most difficult, painful moments of parenthood have also  turned out to be the moments that remain indelibly imprinted on my  brain.  An unexpected turn of events, a child&#8217;s poor decision, a  surprising discovery or confession &#8212; and suddenly we are both in brand  new territory.  That can be pretty scary, knowing that my reaction in  this moment could either support my child&#8217;s growth and continued trust  in me, or make an already distressing situation even worse.  Whether  it&#8217;s having third-grade son come to me in tears because he&#8217;s being  bullied in gym class, or walking in on a sixteen- year-old sneaking a  cigarette, these are the kinds of memories that remain sharp and  viscerally clear for years afterward.</p>
<div>I&#8217;ve  found that what I need to do in these moments is to stop, take a deep  breath, summon all my love, and then proceed carefully in the direction  of truth &#8212;  no matter how hard the truth is to say or hear, and even  when the behavior that&#8217;s led us to this place may not have been lovable  at all.</div>
<div>It&#8217;s always been easy for me to feel  whole and connected with my kids in the sweet, precious moments when all  seems right with the world.  What&#8217;s hard for me is keeping those lines  of love and communication open when the going gets rough.  One thing I&#8217;m  still learning is that  being fully present in these moments means not  reacting from a place of fear or anger &#8212; all too easy to do when it  feels as if your child&#8217;s entire future is at stake &#8212; but rather from a  place of authentic care and concern.  That kind of response demands a  certain vulnerability on my part, and a willingness to be totally  present, even when it hurts.  It calls for faith, too, lots of it&#8211;faith  that no matter how hard the moment is, we&#8217;ll all get through, we&#8217;ll be  okay, all will be well.  It&#8217;s taken years, but I&#8217;m finally getting to  the place where I truly believe that.</div>
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<p><em><strong>2. Do you have rituals or patterns that you use to remind you to Be Here Now?</strong></em></p>
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<p>My  yoga practice has definitely helped me to be less reactive to the ups  and downs of everyday life. Confronting challenges on a yoga mat, year  after year, really has given me a way to move through life with a little  less attachment to outcomes, and a great deal more appreciation for  process.  As my first teacher, Rolf Gates, used to say at the end of  class:  &#8221;We show up, we burn brightly in the moment, we . . . ., and  when the moment is over, when our work is done, we step back and let  go.&#8221;  THese days, as the mother of a seventeen year old and twenty year  old, I feel as if my life is all about knowing when my work is done, and  when it&#8217;s time for me to step back and let go.</p>
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<p><em><strong>3. Do you have specific places or people that you associate with being particularly present?  Who?  Where?  Any idea why?</strong></em></p>
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<div>Four  years ago, a very dear friend, just my age, was diagnosed with advanced  ovarian cancer.  She entered treatment with incredible courage and  determination, and not a day has gone by when she hasn&#8217;t inspired me to  live my own life with more awareness.  Her appreciation for each  ordinary day she&#8217;s been given has been a powerful reminder to me that  that every moment is precious, every day meaningful, every loving  gesture significant.</div>
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<p>My friend never wanted  to be anyone&#8217;s spiritual teacher, she just wanted to be a mom and a wife  and to live a good, long purposeful life full of simple pleasures and  family times.  Instead, she was handed the job of showing all of us who  love her how to look your own mortality in the eye, and, at the same  time, how to find the joy in each day&#8217;s doings.  When I sit with her  now, as she concludes her work here on this earth, we are both fully,  absolutely present.  It is so rare, so extraordinary, to cut right to  the essence of things in every conversation, to be fully aware of the  fleeting beauty of the moment.</p>
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<p><em><strong>4. Have you ever meditated?  How did that go?</strong></em></p>
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<div>I&#8217;m  well-intentioned and sporadic .  I have meditated for periods of time  over many years, and then drifted away for a while&#8211;usually when I need  it most &#8212; and then come back to it.  Right now, there is a lot of  intensity in my life, so much going on that seems to need processing and  that takes up a lot of time and energy.  And I&#8217;m returning to my spot,  meditating as a way to step out of the flow and reset my course. Sitting  very still in the midst of all the drama feels like a great relief.  I  am learning that I can put down my burdens, sit on the floor, and just  be quietly aware &#8212; this feels more and more like an essential thing to  do, and my mat a safe and restorative place to be.</div>
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<p><em><strong>5. Has having children changed how you think about the effort to be present?</strong></em></p>
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<div>I  have had children for so long now that I can&#8217;t even remember life  before kids.  My sons are 17 and 20, which means that these days they  come and go.  And so when they both happen to be home at the same time,  every single family meal feels precious.  Every night that they are in  their own beds in their own rooms is a special night.  I&#8217;m getting used  to the fact that they both have lives elsewhere, that my mothering job  has been transformed, that the time I thought would never come&#8211;children  grown and away from home&#8211;is already here.  That is poignant and  wonderful, both.  We raise them to let them go.  But when my kids ARE  around, oh my, I am totally present.  And grateful.</div>
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<p><em><strong>6. And just cause I&#8217;m curious, what books and songs do you love?</strong></em></p>
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<div>I  love being in the car with either one of my boys and listening to their  iPods.  Fortunately, their tastes are wide-ranging and excellent and  they are happy to play DJ for me and introduce me to their music&#8211;Cat  Empire and Jamie Cullum are current favorites of mine, thanks to Jack  and Henry.</div>
<div>Left to my own devices, I usually listen to  Kundalini yoga chant, Deva Premal, Snatam Kaur, Krishna Das.  And then,  always, a little Alison Krauss, Joni Mitchell, Madeleine Peyroux.</div>
<div>I  was the editor of the Best American Short Stories for sixteen years,  which meant that I read thousands and thousands of short stories.  I  still love them&#8211;John Updike, Alice Munro, Lorrie Moore are in the  pantheon.  But mostly these days I read memoirs &#8211;Dani Shapiro, Florida  Scott Maxwell, Maya Angelou, Gail Caldwell, Karen Maezen Miller,  Elizabeth McCracken.  Right now, I&#8217;m listening to The Great Gatsby on  audio with my son Jack, and we&#8217;re both in awe of every sentence.  And if  I could be re-incarnated as my favorite writer, well, that would be  Mary Oliver.  No surprise there.</div>
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<div>It&#8217;s hard for me to add anything here, so I won&#8217;t even try.  Other than to express my profound gratitude to Katrina for answering these questions, and, maybe more importantly, to the universe, for bringing her, her words, her example, her wisdom into my life.  I&#8217;d love to hear from those of you who have been similarly affected by Katrina&#8217;s work &#8211; I know there are many out there.</div>
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		<title>Present Tense with Laura Vanderkam</title>
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<p>My friend <a href="http://marburyvmadisonave.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Kathryn</a> introduced me to Laura, because she thought Laura&#8217;s new book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/168-Hours-Have-More-Think/dp/1591843316/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1274818815&amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"><em>168 Hours: You Have More Time Than You Think</em></a>, and the philosophy it evinces, would be of interest to me.  In our very first exchange, Laura wrote: &#8220;I think one of the reasons people feel like they have less time than they do is that they aren&#8217;t present when they&#8217;re doing whatever they&#8217;re doing.&#8221; And I just nodded and said, well, yes.  At least that is true for me.</p>
<p>Laura&#8217;s book &#8220;is a fun, inspiring, and practical guide that will help men and women of any age, lifestyle, or career get the most out of the time and their lives.&#8221;  Kathryn is interviewed and profiled in one chapter.  I had three immediate reactions to this idea, at least with respect to the issue of presence.  The first is that yes, it is absolutely true that careful allotment of our time can result in more time, or at least in the hours rolling out in a more orderly fashion.   A correlated observation that I&#8217;ve long wanted to write about is that the way we spend our hours really says a lot about what our priorities actually are (more on that another time).</p>
<p>My second reaction to the blurb about Laura&#8217;s book is that well, yes, that&#8217;s true &#8230; <em>but</em>.  I&#8217;m a very organized person and I have been known to structure my time with ruthless, military precision.  My obsession with timeliness can make me humorless, and I certainly struggle to relax and let go of the fourteen other more efficient things I could be doing at any given moment.  And yet, despite all of that, it took me a long time and a far more ineffable kind of effort to finally figure out how to be more present in my life.</p>
<p>The third reaction was to hear in my head one of my very favorite quotes.  At least daily this scrolls through my consciousness, and I immediately thought of it when I read about Laura&#8217;s book:</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em>How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. (Annie Dillard)</em></p>
<p>So what&#8217;s more important than a thoughtful approach to how we fill our hours, for example the 168 that we get each week? I would posit: <em>nothing</em>.  I was thrilled when Laura agreed to be interviewed for Present Tense, and think her answers perfectly conjure the combination of careful, logical planning and inspired, emotional commitment that I believe can add up to a life of really paying attention.</p>
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<p><em><strong>1. When have you felt most present?  Are there specific memories that stand out for you? </strong></em></p>
<p>I try to enjoy moments as often as I can. One of the great things about writing 168 Hours is that it’s forced me to really think about my own time, because enjoying your life is largely a matter of enjoying your hours. I try to build joy into my days: savoring a cup of strawberries, for instance, or since I work out of a home office, sneaking in a quick snuggle with my baby when I’ve got a break. But here’s one that popped into my brain when I read this question. I was in Israel about ten years ago, and riding a bike on a road along the Egyptian border. The sun went down, the moon came up and looked so ghostly on the sand. There is something about riding a bike, pedaling hard, feeling the night wind on your arms, that just forces you to be in the moment. Pure bliss. I think the moment stood out because it seemed so much holier than the Disneyland atmosphere around the actual holy sites I’d also visited on the trip. Perhaps I’d been hoping for some grand religious experience at the site of Jesus’s tomb. The night wind was like a reminder that the divine is all around, that it’s silly hoping for a religious experience at the tomb, because the whole point of the religion is that He isn’t there.</p>
<p><em><strong>2. Do you have rituals or patterns that you use to remind you to Be Here Now?</strong></em></p>
<p>Running keeps me firmly in the present tense. While training for a marathon recently, I did weekly speed sessions and long runs (up to 20 miles). By the last lap of an 8&#215;800, or mile 18 of a 20-miler, there is no where your mind can be but where you are. You may wish it to be elsewhere, but somehow your mind keeps coming back to your breath and the rhythmic pounding of your feet. I also keep a journal. I don’t write in it nightly, but I do most days, and recording the days helps cement them in my mind.</p>
<p><em><strong>3. Do you have specific places or people that you associate with being particularly present?  Who?  Where?  Any idea why?</strong></em></p>
<p>My apartment balcony is nice for this. When I get the chance – the kids are asleep or I have the house to myself – I like to sit and watch the city 43 floors below. When I’m sitting in my living room, I usually think I should be picking the toys up off the floor. I don’t feel that way when I’m outside, taking in the view.</p>
<p><em><strong>4. Have you ever meditated?  How did that go?</strong></em></p>
<p>Not as such. Sometimes I repeat certain phrases while running to get through those last miles. Sometimes I count my blessings while waiting for the elevator. I find that’s a good way to use those few minutes.</p>
<p><em><strong>5. Has having children changed how you think about the effort to be present?</strong></em></p>
<p>Having children has made me try to appreciate the little happy moments that the universe grants in abundance if you’re willing to pay attention. Small children are obviously a lot of work – work that takes up a lot of our hours – and there are certain moments that no one enjoys. Changing multiple kids’ dirty diapers at the same time comes to mind, or having your own breast milk spat back up on you. But then this morning as I was getting everyone dressed, we started jumping around on my 3-year-old’s bed. He was just wearing a Pull-up and my 8-month-old was just wearing a diaper, so it was all one jumble of baby fat and little limbs and giggles. I try to burn these images into my mind, because I know time keeps passing and they will grow up soon.</p>
<p><em><strong>6. And just cause I’m curious, what books and songs do you love?</strong></em></p>
<p>Too many books to mention, but my favorite work of music is Bach’s B-Minor Mass. I’m mildly obsessed with it. I learned it in choir in college, and I continue to be amazed by the absolutely intricate polyphony of the choruses. The Agnus Dei is one of the most amazing alto solos ever written. It is mostly low and hushed, but then the occasional high note pierces through and just compels you to listen – and be present.</p>
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<p>Laura, thank you!  I love this sentence: <em>&#8220;Having children has made me try to appreciate the little happy moments that the universe grants in abundance if you’re willing to pay attention.&#8221;</em> Thank you for so elegantly and lucidly saying the very thing I keep stumbling around in this space!!</p>
<p>I relate most powerfully to two of your responses.  The first is that running is where you find yourself, eventually, to a place where your mind and your body are one.  I agree entirely with this.  And you are so right that sometimes I <em>wish</em> my mind could go elsewhere, do the jumping monkey thing it seems to do the whole rest of my life &#8230; but at mile seven (I have not done a marathon, thank you very much!) I simply can&#8217;t get it to go away from my lungs, my legs, the distance from here to there.</p>
<p>The second is the memory from Israel, and the observation that the spiritual moments are sometimes different than we might have assumed, somehow less obvious, more around the edges.  Or simply the recognition that, as you say, the &#8220;divine is all around.&#8221;  Indeed, it is.  I don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s an overstatement to say that the task of my life now is realizing that.  And living in accordance with that knowledge.</p>
<p>Thank you, Laura &#8230; I can&#8217;t wait to read the book.  You can learn more about Laura <a href="http://lauravanderkam.com/" target="_blank">here</a>, about <em>168 Hours</em> <a href="http://www.my168hours.com/index.html" target="_blank">here</a>, and can pre-order it <a href="http://www.amazon.com/168-Hours-Have-More-Think/dp/1591843316/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1266112136&amp;sr=1-3" target="_blank">here</a>!<br />
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		<description><![CDATA[I think anyone who&#8217;s been reading this blog knows how profoundly touched I was by Devotion, Dani Shapiro&#8217;s memoir that came out this winter. I was very privileged to meet Dani at a couple of her readings this winter; she is everything in person that you&#8217;d imagine from her graceful, honest memoir, and more. Devotion [...]]]></description>
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<p>I think anyone who&#8217;s been reading this blog knows <a href="http://www.adesignsovast.com/2010/02/devotion/" target="_blank">how profoundly touched</a> I was by <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Devotion-Memoir-Dani-Shapiro/dp/0061628344/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1274144289&amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"><em>Devotion</em></a>, Dani Shapiro&#8217;s memoir that came out this winter.  I was very privileged to meet Dani at a couple of her readings this winter; she is everything in person that you&#8217;d imagine from her graceful, honest memoir, and more.  <em>Devotion</em> has stayed with me months after I finished it, its lines presenting themselves fully-formed in my head, its lessons growing ever more compelling and wise, its elegant language prompting me always to try to write more carefully, more lucidly.  Dani also has <a href="http://danishapiro.com/" target="_blank">two fantastic blogs</a>, both of which I now eagerly follow.</p>
<p>One reason I identified so strongly with Dani from the start is because she is clearly interested in the central issue that preoccupies me now: presence.  In both her memoir her blogs she wrestles with questions of how to be more engaged in her life, less distracted, better able to live within the shadow of time&#8217;s relentless passage.  These are all questions I struggle mightily with, daily, and I have already learned so much from Dani&#8217;s writing about them.</p>
<p>You can imagine how elated I was when Dani agreed to participate in Present Tense!  There aren&#8217;t really superlatives strong enough to describe how my I admire Dani, so I&#8217;ll just say she&#8217;s both a role model and an unwitting teacher.  Thank you.</p>
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<p>1.<em><strong> When have you felt most present?  Are there specific memories that stand out for you?</strong></em></p>
<div>When I think of when I&#8217;ve been most present, I think of silence. Of moments of quiet&#8211;when I have been with the people I most love, my son, my husband&#8211;not necessarily <em>doing</em> anything, but rather, <em>being</em>. I often feel very present, for instance, when tucking my son in for the night, sitting on the edge of his bed in the darkness. Or with my husband, when we have time together to just be, rather than the constant racing that takes up too much of our lives.</div>
<div>Travel, too, pushes me very much into the present. There&#8217;s no greater reminder to &#8220;be here, now&#8221; then the realization of how fleeting the moment is. My family and I take a trip each year to Positano, Italy (my husband and I direct a writers&#8217; conference there) and when I wake up in our darkened room that first morning, then open the shuttered doors that lead to the patio and the view of the sea, the fleetingness of our time there, the way it marks the years passing each March, the place unchanged, us all a year older&#8230; there is something so beautiful, so bittersweet about that awareness that I feel pierced by it.</div>
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<p>2.	<strong><em>Do you have rituals or patterns that you use to remind you to Be Here Now?</em></strong></p>
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<div>Without a doubt, my yoga and mediation practices are my two greatest reminders. They are also, for me, inextricably linked. I don&#8217;t know how to meditate without first spending an hour practicing the physical, asana part of yoga. I wish I were able to just plunk myself down and meditate &#8212; but I find that I need the preparation of yoga, my body spent, wrung out, before I have any hopes of sitting for any length of time. Of course this means that I need, like, ninety minutes to do it all &#8212; which I don&#8217;t have every day. But the days I unroll my mat are far better days than those when I don&#8217;t get around to it.</div>
<div>3. <em><strong>Do you have specific places or people that you associate with being particularly present?  Who?  Where?  Any idea why?<br />
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<div>I completely relate to what you&#8217;re saying here, and I&#8217;m also still working out why that is &#8212; why some people seem to command my full attention more than others. I am most alive, and most myself, and most present, when I&#8217;m engaged in genuine conversation. Intimate, real dialogue. Cocktail party chatter, social banter &#8212; these make me flee somewhere deep inside myself, I guess because I feel both bored and uncomfortable. I&#8217;d much rather talk about something real &#8212; and when I do, my attention does not feel split, and I am fully present.</div>
<div>4. <em><strong>Has having children changed how you think about the effort to be present?</strong></em></div>
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<div>Yes, yes, yes! Since the birth of my son, Jacob (he&#8217;s now eleven) I have such a strong feeling of wanting to get it &#8220;right&#8221; &#8212; aware of my failings, wanting to do better, be better. Wanting not to miss a single moment, which is, of course, impossible &#8212; but desperate not to look back some day and realize that I was racing from one thing to the next and missing the magnificence of his childhood, and of early motherhood. I heard another mother recently say that she realized that the time in the car &#8212; you know, that time when you&#8217;re often racing just to get from one thing to the next, late, irritated, attention fragmented &#8212; that time actually <em>is</em> the thing. The time in the car. Thinking of the time in the car as sacred has really helped me. I look forward to it now. It&#8217;s often where we get our best talking done.</div>
<div>5. <strong><em>And just cause I’m curious, what books and songs do you love?</em></strong></div>
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<div>Oh, where to begin!  Books &#8212; well, I keep Virginia Woolf&#8217;s <span style="text-decoration: underline;">A Writer&#8217;s Diary</span> on my desk at all times, which should tell you something about how I feel about Woolf, generally. I read a lot of my friends and peers &#8212; Martha McPhee has a wonderful new novel called <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Dear Money</span> coming out pretty soon.  Jennifer GIlmore just brought out <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Something Red</span>, which is also terrific, and Jennifer Egan&#8217;s <span style="text-decoration: underline;">A Visit from the Goon Squad </span>is a tour du force. I go back often to Annie Dillard&#8217;s work. And for spiritual writing, I read anything by Sylvia Boorstein or Jack Kornfield, again and again. Each re-reading bears new fruit.</div>
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There is so much in these answers I relate to, Dani.  The time in the car, that<em> is</em> the thing.  That is motherhood.  That is our life.  That resonates so powerfully with me, and I too am so often rushing through it.  I remember months ago my son went through a phase where he demanded that I buckle him into his carseat, despite very clearly being able to do it himself.  For some reason I had the patience, in that phase, to step back and say: pretty soon he&#8217;ll never want me to do this again.  Let me enjoy the intimacy of those rote movements, of that buckle, buckle, snap.  And that &#8211; seeing this mundane reality of every day life as, as you say, sacred &#8211; helped me hugely.</div>
<div>Your description of accessing a meditative state only through physical exertion is also keenly familiar.  I remember this from when I first stumbled into a yoga practice more than 10 years ago.  Somehow the exhaustion of the body paves the way for quiet in the brain; I don&#8217;t understand the alchemy, but I recognize it as you talk about it.</div>
<div>Similarly, I totally know what you mean about feeling very present as you sit and tuck him into bed.  I know that feeling well; sometimes there&#8217;s an awareness of the meaning of the moment as I do that, specifically around bedtime, and I feel cracklingly alive, aware of the seconds as they pass, full with my stroking his hair back from his forehead and kissing his cheeks, smelling his just-tubbed smell.  Also, when I read with Grace before bed.  It is so routine, so regular, but also I know that in the blink of an eye it will be over.  And that&#8217;s the essence of all of this: how to live in the moment even as we realize it is already dying to us.  This is almost unbearably painful, for me at least, when I stop and think about it.  Awakening to that has been the task of the last few years for me, the path that I am clearly walking.</div>
<div>Dani, thank you again for holding a light on this path for me and for so many others.  Your example, your honest inquiry and willingness to &#8220;live inside the questions&#8221; makes me feel less alone and less afraid.  Thank you.</div>
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<div>Elizabeth.  How to introduce Elizabeth?  Even her blog title, <a href="http://www.clarity-chaos.com/" target="_blank"><em>Boy Crazy: Finding Clarity in the Chaos,</em></a> could be the subtitle of my life (sans the three sons of course, though my one gives me a run for my money).  Or, hell, the TITLE.  Elizabeth writes lyrically about her day to day life with her three boys, about juggling a return to work, about the turning seasons she sees out of her window and about her effort, so familiar to me, to really engage with her life and the people in it.  She is candid about her struggles and the ways that overwhelm-edness threatens, about the hilarious and frantic situations that pepper her days (<a href="http://www.clarity-chaos.com/2009/06/moment-of-chaos-mommys-law.html" target="_blank">the blueberries on the hands</a>, still one of my favorites), and about the <a href="http://www.clarity-chaos.com/2009/12/hope.html" target="_blank">incandescent moments of feeling</a> that can sweep through our hearts and minds, surprising and filling us.</div>
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<p>Elizabeth writes about making an explicit choice to live her life more mindfully.  To &#8220;<a href="http://www.clarity-chaos.com/2009/12/once-in-blue-moon-thoughts-on-eve-of.html" target="_blank">let time pass at its true pace</a>.&#8221;  This, of course, speaks directly to the heart of <a href="http://www.adesignsovast.com/2010/04/being-present/" target="_blank">everything that is sacred to me right now</a>.  She expresses beautifully how her commitment to mindful living has changed the way she sees and interacts with the world.  Elizabeth writes &#8211; and lives &#8211; in a way that I aspire to.  She truly seems to focus on what is right in front of her, and the evocative way she speaks of what she sees convinces me even more that this is the road to the true riches of this life.  In this way, she is a teacher and a guide and an inspiration, and her blog is one of my absolute favorites out there in the wilds of the internets.</p>
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<div>It has been a true joy getting to know Elizabeth, first through her writing on her blog, then through her collaborative art project, <a href="http://www.clarity-chaos.com/search/label/Snippets" target="_blank">snippets</a> (what a cool and community-building idea), and finally through our email exchanges.  I am proud to call her my friend.  And delighted with her thoughtful and wise answers to my questions. Oh, and it&#8217;s her one year blogging anniversary today!  I feel privileged to be publishing these words today.  Happy one year, Elizabeth.  May there be many, many more.  Without further ado&#8230;</div>
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<p>1.<em><strong> When have you felt most present?  Are there specific memories that stand out for you?</strong></em></p>
<p>The times I have felt most present for extended periods of time (like, an hour or more) have been during the labors of all three of my sons, in yoga &#8211; specifically savasana, when making art, or listening to live music.  I also have a lot of random instances I could mention. There are times I intentionally remain where I am, taking in the moments with all my senses rather than letting my mind wander. Lying in bed with my 6 year old talking about his day, hanging out with my 3 year old just the other day, or on the bus on the way to work. I&#8217;ll keep my iPod tucked in my bag and my book closed, and I&#8217;ll take it all in. The road, the people out the window, the other passengers on the bus. I watch what people are doing, I listen to the snips of conversation around me, I smell the mix of perfume and coffee and cigarette smoke lingering on someone&#8217;s jacket, I feel the hard seat and the bumps of the drive. Sure, there are days when I travel that whole route without paying one bit of attention to where I actually am, letting my music or my book or my mental anxiety or to-do list transport me. But most days, I like to be where I am, fully.</p>
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<p>When I was writing my thesis in grad school, I had a 2 year old and was pregnant with my second kid. I would often find myself reading him a book while I was analyzing statistics in my head. I really struggled with being present on those days at home because my research felt all-consuming. But when I really worked at it and tried to just be mentally where I was physically, I felt so much better.</p>
<p>2.	<strong><em>Do you have rituals or patterns that you use to remind you to Be Here Now?</em></strong></p>
<p>The first and easiest tool I have is to turn off the music or shut the computer. Those distractions are half the battle.</p>
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<div>My personal mantra is to let each minute last sixty seconds. I don&#8217;t like to let time fly, or drag. I really embraced this idea right before my third baby was born and I was thinking about how time goes by so much more quickly when we&#8217;re busy. I intentionally slowed down and began living each moment, no matter if it was a pleasant, easy moment or a hard one. I just wanted to be there, to feel it, to live it all so that I didn&#8217;t wake up a year later and say &#8220;where did that year go?&#8221;.</div>
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<p>Breathing always helps, as does visualization (which I describe in a response below). It also helps me to remember being in labor with my three kids. When I experience emotions and thoughts that hurt or scare me or stress me out, I try to breathe and to lean into those feelings. To give up on resisting them or stuffing them away or distracting myself from them, and instead I let them wash over me (like a contraction). Because it&#8217;s not going to kill me to feel something that isn&#8217;t easy to deal with. In fact, by acknowledging my thoughts and feelings and letting them wash over or through me, I come out the other end having made some progress, not unlike in labor. Now when I catch myself &#8216;somewhere else&#8217; and it&#8217;s because my mind is wandering to everything else rather than where I am, I try to let go of whatever I&#8217;m thinking about and notice where I am with all my senses. I listen, I look, I touch, I smell. (And with food &#8211; I taste. How easy is it to shovel an entire meal down my throat without tasting it because I was thinking about something else or checking my email or editing a report?)</p>
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<p>All of it &#8211; I soak it all in, let the experience add another layer of texture to me, let it become part of me as I move on, take the next step, inahle &#8211; exhale. It&#8217;s so easy to run through life on Auto-Pilot, getting from Point A to Point B without noticing where we are or what we&#8217;re actually doing. I could hop on the bus and end up at work without noticing one thing about the weather or what&#8217;s going on out the window or in the seat next to me because I&#8217;m so distracted by my own brain. But when I mentally put down the juggling act in my head and just focus on being where I am, I feel my pulse slow down and a (relative) calm set in despite whatever is on my plate for that day (or month, or year).</p>
<div>And I don&#8217;t want to paint being Present as all smooth and easy times. Sometimes I waltz in from work to sheer pandemonium. I have to see the kids and make dinner and deal with the witching hour(s) after I&#8217;ve been at work all day, before my husband comes home. My house is a mess and the boys need me and I have deadlines for projects that haven&#8217;t been started and phone calls I haven&#8217;t returned in a month and an inbox full of business and pleasure and friends that want to go out that night and a husband I&#8217;d like to spend some time with and we&#8217;re down to one roll of toilet paper and the dog hasn&#8217;t been walked and it&#8217;s really freaking easy to let these things bombard me and overwhelm me, but it is SO MUCH BETTER for me to let go of everything that isn&#8217;t happening at that exact moment. To focus on one moment at a time, because then it&#8217;s manageable. I pay attention to the fact that I&#8217;m chopping veggies (or stirring mac&#8217;n'cheese) and I listen to my son&#8217;s stories (or to them playing/fighting in the other room) and I take in each moment as it comes. It is too overwhelming for me to see it all. I like to think of it as intentional myopia. Sometimes the big picture is more than I can carry. So I hold a fleeting piece in my hand. I feel each raindrop as it falls and I don&#8217;t resist as it slips through my fingers. But I can&#8217;t hold the entire storm in the palm of my hand. It would knock me over and render me useless (and crabby).</div>
<p>Geez, the last thing I want to suggest is that this is easy or that I handle it the way I&#8217;d like to all the time. But through practicing yoga and meditation, it has come much more naturally than it used to.</p>
<p>3. <em><strong>Do you have specific places or people that you associate with being particularly present?  Who?  Where?  Any idea why? </strong></em></p>
<p><em><strong> </strong></em> Yoga, contemplative writing practice, the shore of Lake Michigan, the early days with a new baby (I rarely read or watched TV while nursing. I liked to just watch my baby. To be there mentally. It&#8217;s amazing how easy it is to be in the middle of next week or next year when really you&#8217;re sitting on the couch in your living room with a baby on your breast). On the flip side, where have I been least present? In church, growing up. I would spend the entire service following a train of thought, and then randomly stopping and asking how I got there, then following the train of thought backwards until I got back to where I started, which I had always forgotten until I got back there. It was my favorite game. And also &#8211; driving. I am rarely really where I am when I&#8217;m driving. My mind is back in high school or it&#8217;s 20 years into the future or it&#8217;s solving the sorrows of the world or it&#8217;s on Mars or wherever, but certainly not on that stretch of road that I&#8217;m driving at that moment.</p>
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<p>4.	<em><strong>Have you ever meditated?  How did that go?</strong></em></p>
<p>Yes. I am part of a contemplative writing practice (ala Natalie Goldberg) that meets weekly. We start the practice (after a brief check-in and hello) with a sitting meditation (then we listen to a writing prompt and follow with 20 minutes of free writing). I love it. I also meditate during Savasana in yoga practice, and during Restorative Yoga sessions. I keep my attention on my breath, when I notice thoughts and obligations and next week&#8217;s worries or my grocery list popping up or lingering, I acknowledge the thoughts and then release them. They are bound to pop up, at least for a novice like me. A visualization that helps me is that of raindrops falling in a river. Whatever these thoughts or worries or to-do&#8217;s are, I see them falling, they&#8217;re very much there. But when they land in the river, they dissipate and flow downstream. And I stay where I am, letting the river flow past and through me, letting thoughts flow on past while I just stand there, just being, in the river and the rain. It has been an incredibly helpful visualization for me.</p>
<p>5. <em><strong>Has having children changed how you think about the effort to be present?</strong></em></p>
<p>Truthfully, I never gave any thought to being present before I had kids. Looking back, I see that I fluctuated between extremes. In college I was always multitasking, finding distractions to help me escape the present when I needed it. But then also being able to fully just be wherever I was and to soak in my surroundings through all of my senses without any thought to tomorrow&#8217;s schedule or obligations. Right before we got pregnant with our first son, my husband and I took a several-month-long road trip with no itinerary or schedule. We traveled down Highway 1 from Seattle to San Diego and then into the southwestern states and eventually back to Wyoming (from where we started). I was incredibly present on that trip. We drove until we felt like stopping, and we stayed where we were as long as we felt like it. Sometimes staying four weeks in one place, other times just an afternoon. It was incredibly freeing and we grew so close on that trip. And now, with kids, I can&#8217;t even imagine taking a trip like that. I&#8217;m sure it&#8217;s do-able, but I think it would be a lot harder for me.</p>
<div>6. <strong><em>And just cause I’m curious, what books and songs do you love? </em><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></strong></div>
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<p>Oh, with music I am remarkable fickle. Lately, I find myself coming back to Mike Doughty &#8211; both the Rockity Roll album (especially <em>Down on the River by the Sugar Plant</em> and <em>Ossining)</em> and Haughty Melodic. Also anything by Ben Folds, and randomly  &#8212; very old school Smashing Pumpkins. I also could listen to the Garden State soundtrack on repeat for the rest of my life. Another song that pops to mind with nostalgic value: <em>Pictures of You</em> by The Cure. Have you heard the PS22 Choir from NYC sing this? My lord. Search my blog for a clip. Tears, every time. Oh, I love Ingrid Michaelson, although I haven&#8217;t listened to her in months. This really isn&#8217;t even a slice of the songs that move me.</p>
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<div><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">And books? I haven&#8217;t had time for fiction in years. I read mostly collections of essays, anthologies, or nonfiction with short chapters. I, like every woman who writes, adore Anne Lamott and consider her my personal therapist and life coach. I recently was enamored with If You Want to Write by Brenda Ueland, which is really a book about art, inspiration and life. She was so ahead of her time in so many ways. And right now I&#8217;m finishing up The Wisdom of No Escape by Pema Chodron. Although I am not Buddhist myself, many of the teachings compliment my Christian faith and resonate with me. </span></strong></div>
<div><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-2363" title="20091116-ReindersFamily-0095" src="http://www.adesignsovast.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/20091116-ReindersFamily-0095-332x500.jpg" alt="" width="332" height="500" />Well, there is so much here that I relate to that I have to be careful not to just quote everything Elizabeth says.  Never gave much thought to being present and aware until I had kids?  Um, yes.  Never even occured to me.  It was not until I had these living, breathing yardsticks of time&#8217;s passage in front of me that I realized how much I was missing.  It&#8217;s amazing, how true that cliche is about children being our teachers, isn&#8217;t it?<br />
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<p><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">The contemplative writing group sounds extraordinary, and I think I need one (any takers in the Boston area?).  Fickle with music (and yet needing to turn it off to have a prayer of being focused?)?  Moi aussi.  Labors being among of the most vivid and present moments of your life?  Yes.  The powerful lessons of Buddhism, that for now feel complimentary to a Christian upbringing?  Yes. </span></strong></p>
<p>Elizabeth, I am impressed and inspired by you, by your commitment, by the strength of your spirit.  You are an example, a shining and honest and human one, of what it looks like to really let your minutes be 60 seconds long (to paraphrase you).  Thank you for sharing your kindness, your wisdom, your brilliance, and your humanity with us today.  Thank you for <em>you.</em><strong><br />
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<p>Today I am delighted to welcome <a href="http://www.jenlee.net/" target="_blank">Jen Lee </a>to Present Tense. Jen was one of the first bloggers I read regularly, and it is a distinct honor to have her words here in my humble space.</p>
<p>Jen is a storyteller, a writer, a photographer, and, in my opinion, an all-around exemplar of a life thoughtfully and beautifully lived.  Her writing glows with truth and her photographs capture the beauty in the everyday life of her neighborhood and city.  Jen starts from the premise that we all have a story to tell, and this inclusive, supportive attitude towards other people emanates from everything she shares.</p>
<p>Through Jen&#8217;s photographs, and through her words, I have the wonderful sensation of seeing the world through her eyes.  And what eyes!  She seems to see things through a lens of compassion and faith, of patience and trust.  It is such a gift to be exposed to this world view, at least for me, who tends towards anxiety and fear so much of the time.  In fact, it&#8217;s not an exaggeration to say that just spending time in Jen&#8217;s space is healing for me.</p>
<p>Jen hosts retreats and teaches workshops where she shares her warmth and brilliance.  Her stories of her retreats, and the way she shares what she learns both from those who are formally the students and those who are formally the teachers moves me deeply.  It is this interplay between teacher and student that Jen seems to understand intimately: she impresses me with the way she seems open to insight, and wisdom, no matter what the source.</p>
<p>Please go check <a href="http://www.jenlee.net/" target="_blank">Jen&#8217;s work at at her blog</a>.  You can also check out the books she has published and the upcoming opportunities to meet her in person.  You won&#8217;t be disappointed: her space is warm and welcoming, calm and creative, and is simply one of my favorite places to go read and think.   There is something about Jen&#8217;s presence that is steadfast, patient, supportive.  Jen speaks the language of the soul.   In the embrace of her words and images, I begin to trust that I might learn that language someday too.  What a gift.</p>
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<p>1.<em><strong> When have you felt most present? Are there specific memories that stand out for you?</strong></em></p>
<p>When I&#8217;m playing with my children on the floor or eating lunch with them on the kitchen windowsill. When I&#8217;m spending time with people I love, especially those I don&#8217;t see often. When I&#8217;m in a conversation that someone is bringing 100% of their listening and attention to. In the bath tub. Over a cup of tea.</p>
<p>2. <strong><em>Do you have rituals or patterns that you use to remind you to Be Here Now?</em></strong></p>
<div>Sensory cues are good for me&#8211;things that involve my body are really helpful at pulling me out of my head. In addition to those I mentioned earlier, washing the dishes in a sink of warm water and cooking are high-immediacy activities for me. Running and yoga are helpful for me, but I also like to walk down any street in the city and really see and notice all the sights, sounds and smells around me while the ground below me meets every step.</div>
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<div>3. <em><strong>Do you have specific places or people that you associate with being particularly present? Who? Where? Any idea why? </strong></em></div>
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<div>I think young children live relatively free from the mental preoccupations that keep adults out of the moment, so when I think of being present, I think of the little masters all around me. And I think of Central Park, which always captures my attention and roots me in an unusual way.</div>
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<div>4. <em><strong>Have you ever meditated? How did that go?</strong></em></div>
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<div>It was easier to practice meditation before my kids were born, simply because quiet was easier to find. I&#8217;ve been thinking of trying an open-eye meditation practice, since I so easily fall asleep if I sit still and close my eyes. But some would argue that we are always meditating on something. I like to practice listening to my body, just checking in to see how it&#8217;s feeling or what it&#8217;s carrying. Solitude and silence, in chunks of time big or small, keep me feeling connected to myself, anchored from being swept away by the currents of life.</div>
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<div>5. <em><strong>Has having children changed how you think about the effort to be present?</strong></em></div>
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<div>There&#8217;s this ache you get when you become a parent, and you want to capture and hold a moment or a million moments and you know you can&#8217;t. When you love the current version of the child so much, and you wish you could slow down time or step outside of it and be together forever. I&#8217;m up against this all the time, and all I can do is to be as present as I can, when I can, and let each moment change me somehow. I keep telling myself that I&#8217;m doing the best I can, and when I look back, I shouldn&#8217;t ask for anything more.</div>
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<div>6. <em><strong>And just cause I’m curious, what books and songs do you love?</strong></em></div>
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<div>I love &#8220;The Book Thief&#8221; by Markus Zusak, and today I&#8217;m listening to Winter Song by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson on repeat.</div>
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<div>So much of what Jen says resonates with me, in that powerful way that is almost beyond words.  It just echoes like a quiet bell in my chest, in that space reserved for things that are just plain true.  In particular the way she describes the ache of being a parent, the bittersweet awareness of the impermanence of it all makes my heart feel heavy and light at the same time.  Heavy because it is just so unavoidable, this speedy passage of time, the inevitable grief for a moment&#8217;s death even as we live it.  But light because I am not alone in these feelings, and knowing there is a kindred spirit out there is hugely reassuring.</div>
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<div>Thank you, Jen, a million times over for your thoughtful participation in Present Tense.  I hope to meet you someday in person!</div>
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<div>My older-and-wiser <a href="http://www.adesignsovast.com/2008/10/belated-blog-love-letter-to-hwm/" target="_blank">younger sister, Hilary</a>, has always has the most brilliant friends.  I&#8217;ve mostly watched them from afar, impressed by their intelligence and erudition.  There always seemed to be conversations going on about stuff I could barely understand.  I was thrilled when Hilary told me about her friend, Launa, who was moving to the South of France for a year with her family.  I had met Launa and her husband Bill a few times, and felt a kinship based on the simple fact that we both had daughters named Grace.  But I did not expect the incredible identification I felt with Launa the moment I started reading her blog.  Even more, I certainly did not imagine someone as impressive, intellectual, and generally cool would respond so warmly to me.</div>
<div>The discovery of Launa&#8217;s wonderful blog, <a href="http://whereverlaunagoes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Wherever Launa Goes, There She Is</a>, and the nascent friendship I feel with her is one of the happiest surprises of this past year for me.   Launa writes beautifully about her family&#8217;s year in France, about their cultural explorations, the unexpected  challenges as well as the unforseen joys, and the experience of having, for once, the opportunity to simply sit still and inhabit her life.  Her posts are rife with vivid images: the figs that stick to the bottom of their feet at the end of the summer, the notion of the family of four as a shopping cart, where one wonky wheel drags everybody off course, and the extraordinary multi-course meals they have eaten.</div>
<div>Launa often muses on my very favorite of subjects: presence.  Being aware of her life.  Honoring this moment while recognizing its transience.  The challenges of being really engaged as a parent.  The fact that you can fly across and ocean, leave all remnants of your recognizable life behind and still find that you are &#8230; you.  The tagline of her blog, which I adore, is &#8220;Notes on taking a year away to get back home.&#8221;  I can&#8217;t adequately express how much I adore her blog and her story, and I hope you will all click over to <a href="http://whereverlaunagoes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Wherever Launa Goes, There She Is</a> and luxuriate in Launa&#8217;s rich description and thoughtful inquiry.</div>
<div>I was delighted when Launa agreed to participate in Present Tense.  Notably, she responded with her own title to her answers: <em>More Tense Than Present.</em></div>
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<p><em>1.    When have you felt most present?  Are there specific memories that stand out for you?</em></p>
<p>In childhood, the colors were brighter, the music transcendent, and the having of new ideas felt so exciting I could hardly stand it sometimes.  I was one of those &#8220;highly sensitive children,&#8221; and no experience left me unmoved.</p>
<p>I recall the taste of yellow raspberries at my grandparents’ farm, the heat of a hayfield in the summertime, or the feeling of lying on a hill and looking up at the stars. I recall pure embarrassment, unbearable longing, intense pride and rapt focus, before any of those emotions became mixed or vexed or folded into one another.</p>
<p>But in my early adult life, sometime in my early twenties, a curtain fell, dividing me from the world, and it suddenly required effort to just Be.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve often wondered why, and I toggle between two explanations.  The first is that with adulthood came multi-tasking.  Once I had a job, and a marriage, then children of my own, I suddenly had more people to pay attention to, more people to and for whom I was responsible, and thus all my attention became divided.  And compromised in a way.</p>
<p>I remember thinking as a child that adults were often so foolish in their preoccupations.  And now here I am, myself, often preoccupied, missing out on life&#8217;s great smells, tastes and sights because I have to get myself and my family somewhere at a certain time.</p>
<p>Sometimes that weight of adult responsibility leaves me feeling more tense than present.</p>
<p>The second explanation I have for this change in myself has to do with what I have read about brain development:  that as my ability to think in abstractions became more powerful, the power of living in the world of raw experiences was gradually filtered through language, and trumped by the power of ideas. My brain prefers theories about life to life itself, a fact that has been proven true every time I&#8217;ve taken a Myers-Briggs personality assessment and found myself to be an overwhelming &#8220;N.&#8221;</p>
<p>Because of this preference for thinking over sensation, I often feel most present in language or ideas: reading a new book, pulling together a big idea out of a jumble of thoughts, writing something I care about. Perhaps as my brain developed into its adult form, and as I became a reader, a teacher, and a writer, the part of me that deals in heady, fascinating abstractions gradually overpowered the part that could absorb itself fully in a walk down a country lane.</p>
<p>(And if my two distractible children are along on that walk on the country lane, threatening to get themselves lost while simultaneously bickering and whining for a snack?  Forget about it; presence ain&#8217;t in the cards.)</p>
<p><em>2. Do you have rituals or patterns that you use to remind you to Be Here Now?</em></p>
<p>I always thought I should develop or adopt these sorts of rituals. I knew I &#8220;should&#8221; be here now in the same way that I &#8220;should&#8221; floss more often.</p>
<p>But somehow, in the crush of all the busyness and multi-tasking of adult life, I have never managed it. Since work and responsibilities always felt so pressing, they came first.  Then, once all that work was done, I always wanted to do something else.  So, for a long time, I thought of these self-care being-present rituals as though they were one of those really nice things that other people do: like sending Hallmark Cards.</p>
<p>But as I have thought a little bit harder in order to answer your questions, it has occurred to me that I do have rituals to bring me into the flow of presence.  They just don&#8217;t look like yoga or meditation or conscious breathing while ringing little prayer bells.</p>
<p>So, thanks to you, I realized that there are three major exceptions to the muddled multitasking rule of my adult life:  Singing.  Eating.  And reading/writing.</p>
<p>Whenever I sing – either on-stage with my goofy neighborhood rock band, or harmonizing with Carole King on the stereo, or even just belting out the chorus of &#8220;Don&#8217;t Pass Me By&#8221; with my kids in the car, I always feel fully alive, and present in the moment.</p>
<p>The second doorway to fuller presence, which our family has discovered in our current year away together, is being à table.</p>
<p>Before we took this year away, our family ate the right numbers of calories, and absorbed all the right nutrients, but our meals felt too rushed, too jangled. Here in France, there is a process: buying fresh ingredients, swirling them together to make a new combination of smells and tastes, setting the table, and then calling everyone together. Here, people eat only at a real table, usually in company.  You never see somebody just walking down the street mindlessly eating a snack.  Even little kids, at their day care centers, eat several courses slowly, with a knife and fork.  And then a cheese course.</p>
<p>I didn&#8217;t set out to learn to cook French food, or to make meals into a religion; the ritual of a family meal is just something we all have absorbed from being here.  Our eating now has a rhythm.  Meals move slowly. They have lots of steps, and require attention. We&#8217;re all uber-distractible people, but sitting down to eat together three times a day pulls us out of our separate realities and into more conscious connection with each other.</p>
<p>Before the meal, we hold hands and say something that makes us thankful.  Then, afterwards, we all clean up together, usually with loud music playing, in a sort of pagan bacchanal we call &#8220;dance party.&#8221;</p>
<p>Our ritual of meals and cleanup doesn&#8217;t always lead to family harmony and togetherness and peals of happy laughter. Sometimes the kids end up arguing, or we nag the kids or each other.  But just as often, there is singing and warm togetherness as we laugh, as we slice multiple kinds of cheese, as the dishes get washed and the leftovers packed away into the fridge.</p>
<p>So there&#8217;s singing.  And there&#8217;s eating.  But the last &#8220;ritual&#8221; is something I keep all to myself.  Whenever I have a chunk of time, I immediately open up a book, a nerdy intellectual magazine, or a new window on the laptop, and start reading.  I&#8217;ll go to thebrowser.com and read the recommended articles.  I&#8217;ll burrow into the sofa with a new copy of The New Yorker, and let the time flow by me like water. Those moments I find to read &#8212; or now, to write, since I&#8217;m keeping a blog about our year away (http://whereverlaunagoes.blogspot.com) &#8212; feel like nothing short of being truly alive.  Those moments, I am barely aware of anything around me, but still fully present, on fire in the world of my own mind.</p>
<p><em>3. Do you have specific places or people that you associate with being particularly present?  Who?  Where?  Any idea why?</em></p>
<p>My husband Bill and I promised each other nearly twenty years ago that &#8220;someday&#8221; we would live overseas with our kids.  When we talked about that &#8220;someday&#8221; we had a whole lot of high-toned ideas about everything we would learn from being in a foreign culture.</p>
<p>Now we&#8217;re here in southern France; &#8220;someday&#8221; has become today.  Everything is different, and the experience of the new and unfamiliar has shaken us all awake.  Once again, as in my childhood, the sensations are more intense, and the emotions are raw.  I&#8217;m now once again alive to the color of the sky, to the sound of birds in the morning, to the unexpected flutter of joy, to the agony of embarrassment, or to the stab of homesickness.</p>
<p>We&#8217;ve learned a ton about this new place so far from home.  But we&#8217;ve also learned a whole lot more about ourselves as a family, in all the time we&#8217;ve spent together here in a place that is so unfamiliar, stripped of the protective coating of a familiar culture.</p>
<p>We flew thousands of miles away to find our way home.</p>
<p>For the first ten years of our life as a family-with-kids, both Bill and I both worked at jobs that felt very intense.  He was a manager at a nonprofit that did legal and social work for poor mentally ill New Yorkers. I taught English, then was the head of a small elementary school.  We were that classically stressed-out New York family. There was no end of things to distract us from one another, and even from ourselves.</p>
<p>This year, we both stopped working in the very late spring, rented out our house, and then set out with our kids in tow for a full-family sabbatical. We suddenly found ourselves together 24-7.</p>
<p>This exercise in overwhelming presence has, by and large, been exceptionally great. But many parts of it have been difficult.  For example, French families &#8212; especially in a small town &#8212; are deeply insular.  We had been warned, but we didn&#8217;t understand until we got here. Our French was inadequate to the task of communicating what we felt, who we really are. These things made it harder for us to connect to other people, but also have pulled us in closer towards one another.  School here was also a whole hell of a lot harder than we ever thought it would be for our kids, so hard we eventually pulled one of our kids out to homeschool her.</p>
<p>This year, we frequently have nowhere to turn aside from one another.</p>
<p>So being &#8220;present&#8221; doesn&#8217;t always mean being happy and joyful and blissed-out.  It also means being open to things that are difficult, with no easy way to escape.</p>
<p><em>4. Have you ever meditated?  How did that go?</em></p>
<p>I do a sort of self-hypnosis thing I invented to get myself through really awful situations, like giving birth to a 10 1/2 pound baby, or enduring a panic attack on an airplane in turbulence.  But that&#8217;s really the opposite of meditation &#8212; pulling myself away from awareness of the present, rather than into it. So far for me, meditation is still like Hallmark cards and flossing &#8212; one of those nice and virtuous things other people do while I&#8217;m singing.  Or cooking and eating.  Or reading and writing.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve always thought that this impatience with meditation is a residue of my own childhood.  When I was a kid, my mother went through a phase of meditating every day.  It was the 1970&#8242;s, and although my mom was not a particularly countercultural sort of person, (I can’t imagine anyone who has less in common with Ringo Starr) she became absorbed by Transcendental Meditation.  She had this secret mantra and needed to be left alone to meditate, sitting silently in an enormous pink chair in her bedroom.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m sure that for her it was a great thing and helped her through the challenge of raising a pair of pesky sensitive kids.  For my sister and me, Mom&#8217;s meditating just meant an interminable period of time when we had to be really quiet in the house.  Maybe it was only for twenty minutes or so at a time, but at the time it felt like hours.  I remember is sitting outside her bedroom door, peeking through the keyhole, passionately wishing she could be done already so I could go back to pestering her.</p>
<p><em>5. Has having children changed how you think about the effort to be present?</em></p>
<p>I have a complicated answer to this question, one of which I am still working through and trying to accept.  I adore my children, and would do anything for them.  But sometimes being their mother feels really, really difficult. It&#8217;s them, it&#8217;s me &#8212; it&#8217;s all of us.</p>
<p>I know that they deserve plenty of my undivided attention, no matter how much I want to curl up and read a book right when they need me most.  I also remember how much I wanted my own mother to stop her meditating, make me a nice box of jell-o pudding, and listen to me talk at her.</p>
<p>But the overwhelming togetherness of this year has also reminded me that parents and children need separate space, separate time, distinct moments to be alone.  It&#8217;s good to be present together with one&#8217;s children, but to do that without getting irritable and solipsistic, you also have to be present with your spouse, with your friends, and with yourself.  As I have watched my children this year become passionate readers and writers themselves, I am starting to trust myself more on this score.</p>
<p>To put it another way, sometimes it&#8217;s good to be singing, full-throttle, with your friends. It&#8217;s good to eat a long meal with your kids and make them clean up with you afterwards. And it&#8217;s good to be alone on the sofa, deep in a book, or even meditating, if that&#8217;s what works for you.  Get yourself a mantra and a big pink chair, and knock yourself out, if you can get the kids to be quiet long enough.  But all of those things have to be balanced with paying the bills, catching up on email, and taking out the trash.</p>
<p>Mothers can be present, just not all the time to everybody else and themselves as well.</p>
<p><em>6. And just cause I’m curious, what books and songs do you love?</em></p>
<p>Everything by Toni Morrison, but mostly Sula.  Morrison taught me that there are so many ways to be a woman. Also Louise Edrich, Ceremony; Maxine Hong Kingston, The Woman Warrior, and all the books I used to teach in 10th and 11th grade English classes, and thus learned almost by heart. I also love Jeffrey Eugenides&#8217;s Middlesex, Jonathan Safran Foer&#8217;s Everything is Illuminated, Lorrie Moore&#8217;s A Gate At the Stairs, Mary Karr&#8217;s Lit, and Jonathan Lethem&#8217;s Chronic City.</p>
<p>Now that I&#8217;m in small-town France and can&#8217;t get many real paper magazines in English, I can&#8217;t seem to stay off thebrowser.com</p>
<p>In terms of music, I love everything Bruce (Springsteen), whose songs have gotten even greater since my kids start singing along. I love the songs I sing with the neighborhood band of 40-year-old guys. And, because I am at heart one of those kids on Glee, I love everything sung by the Amherst College Bluestockings.</p>
<p>I love a bunch of books from my childhood that have now cycled back for my kids: The Big Orange Splot, from which I learned everything I need to know about home décor.  Also The Maggie B., The Chronicles of Narnia, the Little House series.</p>
<p>And, from my life as an educator and parent, I love great books about raising children. The Ames series (Your One Year Old; Your Two Year Old; etc, on up through age 13.) has been an exceptionally great resource for me as a parent and as a professional.  I was deeply moved Judith Warner&#8217;s paradigm-shifting new book, We Have Issues.  But the best book ever on child rearing? Wendy Mogel, The Blessing of a Skinned Knee.</p>
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<p>Today I am thrilled to bring you <em><strong>Present Tense</strong></em> with Gretchen Rubin, author of the #1 New York Times bestselling book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Happiness-Project-Morning-Aristotle-Generally/dp/0061583251/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1265739255&amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"><em>The Happiness Project</em></a>.</p>
<p><a rel="attachment wp-att-1767" href="http://www.adesignsovast.com/2010/02/1768/gretchenrubin2/"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-1767" title="GretchenRubin2" src="http://www.adesignsovast.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/GretchenRubin2-332x500.jpg" alt="" width="332" height="500" /></a>Gretchen really needs no introduction.  But, as you can see, she is a redhead.  Which makes her automatically dear to my heart.  Seriously, though, it is my honor to have Gretchen respond to my inquiry and engage in these questions.  I&#8217;ve long been a loyal reader of <a href="http://www.happiness-project.com/" target="_blank">her blog</a>, I read and enjoyed <em>The Happiness Project,</em> and I was happy to hear Gretchen read and talk in Boston a few weeks ago.  Many things about Gretchen&#8217;s story and message both impress and touch me, but it wasn&#8217;t until I saw <a href="http://www.theyearsareshort.com/" target="_blank">this video that she made</a> that I realized, with that thunderstruck sense of <em>oh-of-course</em>, that this was all, in its own way, about being present.  I had heard the adage &#8220;the days are long, but the years are short&#8221; before, but Gretchen emphasizes it and makes it real in a newly visceral way for me.  In her words: this mundane moment <em>is</em> life.</p>
<p>Gretchen&#8217;s basic premise, of realizing her life was richly blessed but still wanting to make a conscious effort to be happier within it, resonates powerfully with me.  I also find her basically pragmatic approach really compelling &#8211; she makes changes which feel big within the context of a reality she knows she is not going to materially change.  I think this is part of what has made her book such a success: she makes the desire to be happier concrete, and this makes it feel tangible, reachable.</p>
<p>The book is definitely worth reading, as is her blog, which is chock-full of fascinating quotes from a dazzling range of sources, always-interesting links, and thoughtful suggestions.  It only took a few chapters for me to be inspired to take 10 bags of books and stuff to Goodwill, and to clear not just one but two empty shelves of my own.</p>
<p>The book has stayed with me after I finished it, too, which is in my mind the true mark of an important work.  I took from The Happiness Project specific, actionable suggestions of choices I can make daily to make myself happier.  But, perhaps more lingeringly, the book impressed on me a few ways of thinking about the world and how we live in it.  Two examples are the distinction Gretchen draws between moderators and abstainers (this insight was really new to me and deeply true) and the sense of sadness she articulates as part of following her #1 rule: &#8220;Be Gretchen.&#8221;  She speaks articulately and powerfully about the fact that to accept ourselves as we truly are (which she asserts, compellingly, is the first step towards any real happiness) we must accept all of the things we are not.  This is not without sorrow, and Gretchen treads this line gently, acknowledging this loss without becoming gloomy over it.</p>
<p>And without further ado, here are Gretchen&#8217;s thoughts on presence:</p>
<div class="im">1.<strong><em><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> When have you felt most present?  Are there specific memories that stand out for you?</span></em></strong></div>
<div class="im">Every once in a while, in my work or while I&#8217;m walking, I&#8217;ll have a big epiphany.  I&#8217;ve probably had about 15 of these big realizations in my life.  Each one stands out clearly in my mind, and I love thinking back on them.  Because of this, I try to walk and ride public transportation without distracting myself from my thoughts in any way.  I might miss something important!</div>
<div class="im">2. <strong><em><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Do you have rituals or patterns that you use to remind you to Be Here Now?</span></em></strong></div>
<div class="im">Whenever I sit down at the computer, I think, &#8220;How grateful I am for my ordinary day. How happy I am to be sitting at my computer, doing the work I love.&#8221;</div>
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<p>3. <strong><em><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Do you have specific places or people that you associate with being particularly present?  Who?  Where?  Any idea why? </span></em></strong></p>
<p>I love being home.  I&#8217;m a real homebody.  I also love visiting my parents.  I&#8217;m in three reading groups, and I always love being with those people and talking about books.</p>
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<p>4. <strong><em><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Have you ever meditated?  How did that go?</span></em></strong></p>
<p>Never meditated.  Just couldn&#8217;t work up the interest for it.</p>
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<p>5. <strong><em><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Has having children changed how you think about the effort to be present?</span></em></strong></p>
<p>I want to appreciate the moment.  The days are long, but the years are short &#8211; so I try to remember that THESE are the &#8220;good old days&#8221; and not take them for granted.</p>
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<p>6. <strong><em><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">And just cause I’m curious, what books and songs do you love?</span></em></strong></p>
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<p>I&#8217;m not much of a music person.  Books &#8211; where can I start?  I love fiction, non-fiction, biography, memoir, children&#8217;s and young adult literature &#8230; I&#8217;m a book nut!</p>
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<p>I think my favorite thing about Gretchen&#8217;s approach to being present is her firm belief that by active commitment to the goal of consciousness we can improve ourselves on that dimension.  This is inspiring to me and, I imagine, to many others.  We can identify some concrete choices, make them, stick to them, and things will improve.  I like this because it is so much more actionable, and approachable, than my impression of much of the previous writing about happiness.</p>
<p>The do-er and the list-maker in me very much responds to this philosophy, which I see played out in these answers.  Gretchen has had epiphanies while walking or (famously) riding the bus.  So, commit to not being distracted when in those modes, to maximize the chances of inspiration coming again.  That makes sense and sounds simple, but of course it is not: it is an active choice, that Gretchen makes daily, to invite reflection and thoughtfulness into her life.</p>
<p>The answer about staying home is imbued with other writing of Gretchen&#8217;s about accepting herself for who she is.  About <em>Being Gretchen</em>.  As I wrote before, doing this has loss contained in it, since we must acknowledge all of the things we are not.  But as Gretchen writes of liking being at home, I am reminded of the same instinct in myself, and also of the tremendous friction I feel between my desire to stay home and the pressure I feel to Be More Social.  I can then hear Gretchen&#8217;s voice in my head saying: Be Lindsey.  And she would encourage me, I imagine, to accept my deepest instincts and to accept the things that this means I am not.  And to embrace my predisposition towards quiet and books and homebodiness &#8211; as I sense that she has.</p>
<p>Gretchen, thank you for your wise words, your inspiring example, your generosity with your time and your spirit.  You are a shining role model of a writer and of a woman &#8211; thank you, thank you.</p>
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<p>It is my honor to introduce the wonder woman I am featuring in today Present Tense conversation: Taylor Wells. Taylor and I met in August 2000 at a <a href="http://www.adesignsovast.com/2008/02/355/" target="_blank">yoga retreat in Montana</a>. It was a trip that changed her life in enormous ways, and I have had the privilege of watching those changes and of experiencing first-hand the growth of a person into their dharma.  Taylor absolutely radiates peace. I asked her to participate in the series because I know she has thought deeply on the issue of consciousness and her answers affirmed this. More than anyone else I know, Taylor takes concrete steps and makes specific decisions to support this path. The peace and sense of being centered that she gives off is testament to how effective this practice is. Read and learn:</p>
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<p>1.<em><strong> When have you felt most present? Are there specific memories that stand out for you?</strong></em></p>
<p>Every single day after my yoga practice</p>
<p>When painting, playing, and/or reading with my three children. Whenever I&#8217;m in nature &#8211; especially hiking up a mountain or at the ocean,</p>
<p>When cleaning and organizing. Very Virgo! So our home is very organized &#8211; effortlessly. A nice perk for my husband and kiddos!</p>
<p>When writing.</p>
<p>2. <strong><em>Do you have rituals or patterns that you use to remind you to Be Here Now?</em></strong> <span style="color: #6418d0;"> </span></p>
<p>Yes. I do them every day faithfully. It&#8217;s a practice, and I&#8217;m very disciplined and I practice daily. I cultivated this discipline at a very young age &#8211; when training for the Olympics in ice skating at age five and up, and training for the pro circuit in tennis while living at Nick Bolletieri&#8217;s at age twelve and thirteen.</p>
<p>I practice prana power yoga every single morning &#8211; first thing. While practicing, I read flash cards I&#8217;ve written with inspirational, spiritual, be here now, and be grateful quotes. My two year old son, Phoenix, puts them out in front of my mat for me &#8211; about 6-8 of them. He knows the drill. I have hundreds of them and I choose them at random each morning. Those are my lessons/my mantras of the day. This is my way of setting the energy/the template for the day, much like putting twigs into a fire that burns all day long</p>
<p>I put only raw high vibration vegan food into my body. This keeps me in the now. Cooked, processed and animal foods cause our bodies and minds to go on auto pilot. They cause us to zone out and exist like the &#8220;living dead.&#8221; Food really is a drug. Use it wisely</p>
<p>Very first thing in the morning &#8211; when I open my eyes and before I get out of bed &#8211; I thank the universe for everything I am grateful for. This takes a while! I have a lot of gratitude. I cultivate an attitude of gratitude first thing in the am. Then I visualize my day, going exactly as I ant it to go. It&#8217;s mostly energetic &#8211; things flowing beautifully and easily, lots of smiling and laughing, efficiency, joy, and love.</p>
<p>3. <em><strong>Do you have specific places or people that you associate with being particularly present? Who? Where? Any idea why? </strong></em></p>
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<div class="im">My children are my biggest teachers &#8211; my three children and the twins in my belly. They are totally present all the time, effortlessly. They know nothing else. I learn from them every moment. They remind me constantly. They bring me back. They are gifts from the universe. That&#8217;s why I keep having them!</div>
<div class="im">My yoga mat. Also a gift from the universe. No matter what&#8217;s going on, I always feel better and am more present and grateful after a practice. Always.</div>
<div class="im">Being in nature. It always brings me back to the moment and quiets my mind. The birds, the wind, the trees, the chill in the air. It&#8217;s magic.</div>
<p>Talking with my soul mate/husband, Philippe. We are very in sync and very connected and just talking with him brings me back, if I&#8217;ve drifted off somehow. I remember years ago, when we were first dating, telling a dear girlfriend how Philippe and I would lie on the couch together and talk for hours &#8211; like three or four hours. She smiled and was happy for me, and said gently and sweetly that that would probably change with time, as our relationship evolved and responsibilities accrued, etc. I&#8217;m happy to say that we can and do still talk for hours, amidst all of our co-adventures and responsibilities (Prana yoga centers, Prana cafe, consulting, co-parenting, homeschooling, etc). And the reason why we can and still do is that when we talk, I truly let go of everything and am totally present. I&#8217;m not thinking, &#8220;Oh, I have 200 emails to respond to, so I have to go now,&#8221; I&#8217;m just there with him. That&#8217;s a blessing that I always cherish.<br />
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<p>4. <em><strong>Have you ever meditated? How did that go?</strong></em></p>
<p>I used to meditate daily &#8211; twice a day. Now after studying a lot of Abraham-Hicks, I&#8217;ve learned that &#8220;we didn&#8217;t come here to be on pause.&#8221; <img src='http://www.adesignsovast.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  So instead I&#8217;ve trained my mind to think positive thoughts &#8211; things that I want and aspire to &#8211; instead of blanking my mind out. Abraham says that meditation is great if your mind is negative/racing/etc, but with the time and practice, it&#8217;s best to learn to train your mind to think positive thoughts &#8211; to create what you want, using your thoughts. I&#8217;ve gotten pretty good at this, with time and practice. It&#8217;s called manifestation, and it&#8217;s very fun.</p>
<p>5. <em><strong>Has having children changed how you think about the effort to be present?</strong></em></p>
<p>OMG Yes. The day I had my first child, I changed forever. And with each child since, I have continued to transform. I also transformed during my first yoga practice, and continue to transform each time I get on my mat. However, having a child is a slam dunk. My children are my biggest teachers (as I said above) and also they are a reminder to be present so I can teach them to do the same. We are so blessed to be able to spend a lot of time together (my husband and I homeschool and don&#8217;t use nannies or day care because we are able to do so &#8211; since we run our yoga centers and cafes out of our home), and they watch every move I make and mimic me. That&#8217;s a lot of responsibility &#8211; the biggest ever. And I take it seriously &#8211; and with joy and honor.</p>
<p>6. <strong><em>And just cause I’m curious, what books and songs do you love?</em></strong></p>
<p>I love all Krishna Das and Loreena McKennitt. I also love James Taylor and Elton John! They are classics.</p>
<p>I love most every spiritual book I&#8217;ve ever read, especially all Sanaya Roman (have read most twice or more), Louise Hay, Deepak Chopra, Marianne Williamson, Wayne Dyer, and Stuart Wilde. I am not a fan of fiction. Can&#8217;t get through a page. My spirit only likes spiritual books and nonfiction.</p>
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<p>What Taylor&#8217;s answers tell me, most of all, is that<br />
<em>presence is a practice.</em> As she says. This is something you can commit to, and with effort it can become more of a habit. I am inspired by all of the things you do, Taylor, by your discipline and commitment to living an engaged and aware life. I remember visiting your old house, years ago, and seeing index cards taped up around the kitchen with inspirational quotes. I turn to my own quote books (hand written, filled over the years) almost daily; it is only a small leap to make these an explicit part of my everyday environment.</p>
<p>Your answers about meditation remind me of <a href="http://www.adesignsovast.com/2009/12/present-tense-with-danielle-laporte/" target="_blank">what Danielle said</a>, and both make me recall <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Peace-Every-Step-Mindfulness-Everyday/dp/0553351397/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1262217178&amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank">Thich Nhat Hanh</a>, whose writings I&#8217;ve long admired. The lesson I take is that life itself, even (especially?) in its most mundane moments, can be a meditation. It is in our attitude, in our own minds, that the meditation occurs. Perhaps to cultivate a mind that is capable of this we need to<br />
formally sit and chant, but the end goal seems to be actually engaging in our lives with the kind of mindfulness we might bring to a traditional meditation session.</p>
<p>Taylor, thank you. For those of you who want to learn more about Taylor, you can read her blog at <a href="http://super-mom.com/" target="_blank">www.super-mom.com</a>, learn about the yoga studios she and Philippe founded and run at <a href="http://pranapoweryoga.com/" target="_blank">www.pranapoweryoga.com</a>, and about their raw food cafe at <a href="http://www.thepranacafe.com/" target="_blank">www.thepranacafe.com</a>.</p>
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