3P Random Reflections Blog

Responsibility can be a sharp and cutting word, often full of notions of good or bad or right or wrong. 

 

It's just a word, but it holds a great deal of expectation, and judgment, and control.

 

I used to use it in my mind like a righteous sword pointing toward "them", and in truth, most often pointing toward "me"... 

 

"I should do this", "They should do that", "I should have done this", "They should have done that", "What's the matter with them?", "What's the matter with me?", "Why can't I/they just do what they're supposed to do?"

 

I have much less respect for the word responsibility now... well, at least in the way I used to think of it and use it, as a set of very specific rules for each individual's required behaviours.

 

Sometime in 2013, under the unforgiving weight of all my collected swords, I came to such a point of utter futility and exhaustion, that I just gave up the fight. I'd had enough. Nothing was working. I just couldn't do it anymore. I surrendered.

 

I sort of realized that, "Well, life has been happening all along anyway, for my 51 years on this planet so far. Why not just accept things as they are and just live? Why not stop the endless focus on all the things I haven't been able to control or change?"

 

And so for a while... I just "lived".

 

A few weeks later, grace appeared.

 

I can't fully explain this gift of grace. I've already tried thousands of times, and my words have mostly felt as useless as my swords.

 

But, one significant part of that gift was that my understanding of responsibility completely changed.

 

I no longer see any one person or any one group doing anything in isolation. 

 

What keeps occurring to me is all the incomprehensibly infinite and complex factors that contribute to any and every action or achievement, so that, in a way, I see that we're all responsible for everything, just by our very existence. 

 

We're all the butterfly's wings, endlessly creating swirling currents of air that become part of the forces of wind that act on the waves to build up the tsunami... EVERYTHING is connected.

 

I now feel just as responsible for every bit of the world's successes and wonders as I do for all the world's appearances of racism, and colonialism, and misogyny, and poverty, and consumerism, and war, and violence, and ecological devastation.

 

And it's not at all the heaviest of burdens it may at first appear to be... the amusing paradox is that it's the lightest and most free.

 

It asks of me ONLY to keep noticing with curiosity and wonder and awe, the something much bigger about life than my mind can fully comprehend... 

 

...And in that awareness, to keep gently and simply "walking as though my feet are kissing the earth", as Thich Nhat Hanh says, with growing appreciation for how the intelligence of Nature/God/Universe (whatever you wish to call it) can quite capably take care of the rest.

 

And this "feet kissing earth" doesn't really tell me WHAT I should be thinking or doing. It doesn't tell me what will have the most or least impact, or what will cause the most or least harm, or what will be the most or least responsible. How could any tiny human, in this vast expanse of ever-changing life and time, possibly ever know? 

 

It just tells me to keep walking in a particular way.

 

It reminds me of the state of mind from which my best steps will always spring... from a deep well of reverence for all, instead of from a chest of insecure swords pointed at arbitrary irresponsibilities.

 

I am still VERY far from living in this state of knowing and doing, but my steps and heart are much lighter. I still have a ready chest of swords, but I'm discovering the joy of appreciating them more and using them less.

 

Upon reflection, the swords are really quite beautiful.

The other day, I had a "righteous hangover".
 
Let me explain... (you better settle in to a comfy chair with a cuppa... this is a long one)...
 
A friend posted a story on Facebook about seeing a man standing next to a popular drive-thru restaurant with a sign asking for money. She then saw a women attempt to give to him some food she had purchased for him. He declined.
 
My friend pointed out that she didn't know who to feel the most sorry for, the person asking for money, or the person getting their gift rejected.
 
Several others on Facebook, when they saw her post, shared their outrage toward the man refusing the gift, and some extended their outrage toward all others in similar distress.
 
"How dare that person be so rude as to refuse a gift! Even if he didn't want it, he should have taken it and said thank you!... and...
 
"How disgusting and how sad for the person trying to help!"... and...
 
"That’s awful. The shelters provide 3 meals per day and I refuse to provide money for drugs."... and...
 
"I once offered to go inside a store to buy food for someone asking for money, but they said no since they wanted to eat elsewhere.... yah, suuuuure they did"... and...
 
"This is why those who want to help others are giving up in total frustration. Sad world we are living in 😢"
 
Having spent time hanging out with people who are afflicted with numerous mental and physical challenges, and knowing all too well the insurmountable hoops they have to jump through to be accepted and treated as even close to human, in addition to knowing all the things they need money for besides food and drugs, I hold a completely different perspective.
 
And, despite recognizing the ridiculous and humbling irony of my own righteousness toward other people who are being righteous, I chose not to let those comments sit.
 
At first, my imagination went in the direction of a bevy of clever, snide remarks aimed at the commenters and their judgements. My ego joyously revelled in the process, but in truth, my imagined mean and righteous remarks constricted my heart. It's sort of a funny thing when that happens really... it's a type of "good" feeling, that upon reflection or inspection, doesn't feel good at all. Here's another example of that...
 
One day in discussion with a man at a homeless shelter, he talked about hitting someone who had cheated him. Knowing that we don't strike out at people when we're in a good mood, I remarked, "that must have felt awful". To my surprise, he responded that it felt great! At first I was a bit confused, but then the penny dropped... he was talking about the feeling of release of emotion (pent up anger) from hitting the other man, not the experience of anger that flared up just before it.
 
Both of these behaviours (my imagined cutting remarks, and his uppercut to the chin) are great examples of coping... they're the result of deflecting uncomfortable feelings that, in that moment, aren't understood. In a way, the lashing out makes others less so that we can feel better or superior... it gives us back a sense of control.
 
Once my ego was done with its righteous, imagined "otherizing", I eventually got a little calmer and clearer, and gained back a small speck of remembered humility. I then took the opportunity to use that kinder feeling to craft a factual (more emotion-free/judgement-free) version of what I know... all the perspectives of street-life that many of the observing public may not have realized or considered.
 
By the time I posted my remarks, I was feeling better about finding a clearer and kinder way to talk about the underlying conditions of poverty and addiction, and the underlying ebb and flow of human insecurity that is the creator of EVERYONE'S moments of "apparently bad" behaviour... whether it's doing drugs, or refusing gifts, or righteously judging other people, my own righteous judgment included.
 
I thought I had said my piece. I was satisfied for having spoken up for those who have no voice, and then I set it free into the capable hands of the universe, to be done with, as always, as it pleases.
 
However, when I woke up the next morning, I could feel my righteous hangover... I hadn't set it as free as I had thought. Some small tatters and remnants of seething judgmental anger were grasping for a foothold in my mind... ready evidence that my insecure mind doesn't always listen to my secure heart.
 
Fortunately, the hangover feeling didn't last too long. I appeared to be aware enough in the moment of my ego's little tricks, and so the suffering thinking sort of came in the front door, lingered briefly, got bored, then went out the back door.
 
Once back to a clearer state of mind, it occurred to me that my lingering hangover was, at a deeper level, because I was judging myself, for judging some people, who were judging another person. Hilarious right?!
 
At first I had compassion for the man's suffering, but had righteous judgment for the angry people.
 
Eventually I had compassion for the angry people's suffering, but had judgment for the angry me.
 
Finally I remembered to have compassion for the suffering, angry me. And in that moment, gained another level of appreciation for the still-suffering, insecure, little child inside.
 
...This is just another wise lesson from "my personal crazy", which continues to offer me gifts, whether I ask for them or not, whether I accept them or not, and whether I appreciate them or not.
 
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For those interested, here is a slightly edited version of my actual comment on Facebook about those experiencing homelessness, addiction, etc...
 
A REJECTED GIFT
 
I have spent time with people who are experiencing all types of suffering, including periods of homelessness, joblessness, addiction, and chronic mental and physical issues, and so there's a few things that I've discovered...
 
ONE, is that when I see someone who appears to be suffering, it can sometimes be instinctive to give them what I think they need or what I think they "should" want and appreciate. I see their situation, I identify with it in some way (I imagine how bad it feels), a bad feeling-state arises within me, and then the instinct occurs to me to help them.
 
I usually feel that I am doing a good deed, but if I look a little deeper, I may discover that my desire to help may be more about trying to cope with my own bad feelings in the moment, than it is about addressing theirs.
 
By the way... This isn't something that's easy for me (or likely for anyone else) to see, because thoughts and feelings and beliefs can be so habitual and instantaneous and convincing. We automatically think that all our empathy and attempts to help, are a good thing, and reflect something positive about us and our behaviour.
 
However, anyone can get a sense of the significant difference between helping others when feeling good (perhaps noticing the other person's beauty or strength or courage or innate wellbeing), versus helping others when feeling awful (being judgmental, seeing them as broken, feeling impatience or urgency for their change, getting caught up in our own feelings about their suffering). The latter state of mind is likely to be much less helpful since it's more about us than about them.
 
TWO, is that without talking to someone first, and taking the time to hear and understand them, I can have absolutely NO IDEA of what's going on in their thinking and feeling and unique circumstances, to be able to effectively determine their needs.
 
I've made this mistake many, many, many times, and will continue to do so. In a way, right now in writing this, I'm giving something that wasn't asked for, for better or worse! See how easy it is!? LOL!
 
Anyway... back to point two... If someone chooses to reject a gift of food, there could be thousands of valid reasons... perhaps they are already full, or they have specific allergies or health conditions, or they're vegetarian, or they don't need food (they already have enough supplies or resources for that), or perhaps people keep giving them food over and over and over again, even though they are only asking for money, or perhaps they just don't (in that moment) like or want the specific food being offered... ALL of that is valid.
 
As for wanting money instead, it could also be (and is) used for thousands of different reasons other than drugs. It could be used for transportation, or shelter, or clothing, or hygiene items, or home supplies (furniture, appliances, utensils, books, tools, etc.), or medications, or rent, or cell phone minutes, or birthday gifts, or toys for their kids, or services (haircuts, legal services, medical services, etc.), or helping out a friend or family member, or replacing items that have been broken or lost or stolen from them... the list of things everyone needs money for in this society is endless.
 
And yes, they could also be using some or all of the money they get for drugs.
One thing to consider, is that for some people's horrid experiences of life, drugs are one of the few accessible things that gives them temporary relief from a great deal of physical and mental suffering that they haven't, as yet, found a different way to cope with.
 
Another thing to consider is that most everyone in today's society finds ways to cope with internal discomfort (ie, to distract, numb, soothe, self-medicate, etc.) whether through smoking, or shopping, or eating, or drinking, or gambling, or busyness, or social media, or success, or image, or risk-taking, or accumulation of things, or venting their righteousness, or yes, sometimes even through helping. It's all the same thing... a bad feeling comes up, and instantaneously the mind offers a "drug of choice" to cope with it.
 
For whatever reason, certain forms of addiction or coping are more socially acceptable than others, even though all addictions cause harm in an infinite number of ways. The effects of drug addiction are more immediate and obvious, but the ripples of any other addiction/coping can be just as impactful and endless.
 
THREE, is that when I give people help (whether asked for or not), they are not always going to be grateful.
 
I can see this happen with people I know well (friends, relatives, colleagues, etc.), so it would not be unexpected to see what may appear as "ungratefulness" from someone who is more visibly suffering and likely to be in a really bad mood.
 
Upon reflection, I can see that I have not always been grateful for other people's help, especially when it's been delivered with some level of judgement.
 
And, as I have heard from my conversations with those who are more visibly suffering, when anyone gets righteous over any of their behaviours or appearance, they often relate to that judgment toward them as more validation of their "shitty selves and their shitty life and this shitty world".
 
Many I've spoken to have a keen radar for being judged... simply because they get hit with it many times every day... in the way people look at them, in the way people avoid them or avoid eye contact with them, in the way people show fear of them, in the way people don't even notice them, in the way people treat them without even knowing them, and in the hateful things people say to them... all messages to them that they are less than human in some way.
 
As an aside, it's helpful to note that I can always hide the darker parts of my experiences and behaviours behind the doors of my house, or behind my clean clothes and makeup, or behind the success of my job, or behind my money, or behind my social media profile, or behind my good deeds. In contrast, those out on the street can't hide any of that. They are always out on full display... with no way and no where to hide.
 
FOUR, is that whenever I righteously judge others, that feeling within me isn't being created by someone else's behaviours (whether it's the rejection of a gift, or otherwise). The other person isn't inside my mind and body, pulling strings to guide specifically what I will think and feel... and whether I choose anger or neutrality or curiosity or understanding or compassion.
 
Instead, I'm experiencing the thinking and corresponding feelings that rise out of all the invisible beliefs I've collected over a lifetime, that keep creating and recreating the picture of the world I live in, and how I respond to it.
 
In any moment, if I were to get a bit of calmness and clarity, and freedom from my personal thinking, I'd remember that I'm looking at a fellow human being who's temporary behaviours are only a reflection of internal suffering, and never a permanent pronouncement of their true nature... something they may not even realize themselves.
 
Perhaps it may even occur to me that the challenges I sometimes have in managing my own emotions (whether over the rejection of a gift or something else), may not be that different from someone else trying to manage the emotions that drive addiction. It sort of puts me on the same playing field.
 
Any clear appreciation for our common humanity, is a step toward offering help in a more humane way.
 
And although that clarity can never tell me what I should do when I see suffering (ie, gift, not gift, love, not love, take caution, not take caution, help, not help, etc.), it does mean that in whatever I choose to do or not do, my clearer state of mind will allow me to do it with a lot less added collateral damage... with more peace and grace, for them, for the world, and for myself.
 
... And, I'll be able to give any gift from my own felt realization of security and abundance, with complete freedom to allow the universe to decide how that gift is to be used, or not.
And so the lessons keep getting offered to me, with each apparently suffering person who crosses my path, whether it's the person experiencing homelessness, or whether it's the person venting in righteous anger, or whether it's the righteous-feeling me... sometimes me forgetting all this, but then eventually remembering again.
I had a friend who was asking for help.
 
He saw himself as a highly creative person, with a deep and continual desire to express himself through music and theatre. He also saw himself as someone who was challenged in effectively managing the day-to-day requirements of our society, whether with work, or money, or all the inflexible (and often insecure) structures at the foundation of it.
 
He sort of saw himself as a free spirit being constrained in a caged world, which ironically is a truth for every single human being, including me.
 
I guess, being from the world of the arts, it occurred to him that he needed a personal manager to do the things he couldn't do, which would free him up to do all the things he could. And for whatever reason, he thought that I could be that manager.
 
I sort of laughed whenever he brought it up. All of the things he didn't want to do, I didn't want to do either. A full time job at that would be my worst nightmare. I guess he didn't realize how I was also a free creative spirit being constrained in a cage. It's just that I didn't end up fighting so hard to get out of the cage... I somehow learned to behave.
 
I eventually learned how to work within society's (and ultimately my mind's) limitations for me, for better or worse. For some of the specific requirements that I dreaded, I eventually gained some expertise and found some interest in them. For the other requirements that I dreaded, I was not so lucky. I eventually got them done, but not without a great deal of internal struggle.
 
One day it occurred to me that I could offer to share with my friend, some of what I'd learned, in how to manage the unmanageable. He said yes to the offer.
 
We set a date for two days together and I spent some time beforehand creating a curriculum that offered possible tools for many of the tasks he struggled with, and included plenty of space for discussion and exploration.
 
It didn't go very well.
 
Ultimately it wasn't at all what he really wanted, and I kept missing all the signs that pointed to that.
 
I wasn't listening deeply enough to hear what he was trying to say. And although there was plenty of open discussion and exploration, my focus was on what I thought I was there for... to present and explore specific "best practice" tools and options.
 
Unfortunately AND FORTUNATELY, at no point did it occur to me to just let the agenda go completely.
 
When it ended, it felt like an utter failure, but since then it has offered me thousands of jewels of ongoing lessons in listening, and presence, and differing realities, and differing cultures, and attachment, and one of my best ongoing life lessons... that although one of my passions and gifts seems to have been as a "teacher", what I'm really, truly here for is to do nothing more than to play, to observe, to learn, and to love.
 
My friend was a really good teacher for me, but about a year after that meeting, I had decided I was full of enough lessons. Oddly enough, even without his presence, he continues to teach me now, in a myriad of beautiful ways...
 
...including the reminder that our helping can often be incredibly unhelpful, and that learning to truly and deeply help - in the best way - is mostly about learning to listen and learn.
I recently came across the concept of "Owed Respect" versus "Earned Respect". It’s in reference to how leaders engage with employees, but for me it points to a deeper understanding that can be applied between any two people, in any moment.
 
Owed Respect is realizing and recognizing our common humanity. When we interact with anyone, no matter the person, we can always afford them the basic dignity of being human. We can always be mature and respectful, and offer our goodwill.
 
Earned Respect speaks more to specific behaviours. It’s another layer of how we navigate the relationship beyond what is owed. In business terms it could be something like affording more trust and responsibility to those who have been more habitually reliable.
 
In my own words, I would explain Owed Respect as being able to see the beauty or divinity or miracle in the other person's humanity… the part or essence of them that I can hold in awe, regardless of whatever behaviours they may demonstrate.
 
Using a spiritual metaphor, it could be referred to as “the formless”… all human beings being the temporary holders of the incomprehensible, infinite, miraculous, unchanging gift of life itself.
 
I would explain Earned Respect as simply using my moment-to-moment common sense to navigate all the behaviours as they arise (theirs, mine, and the world’s).
 
Using a spiritual metaphor, it could be referred to as navigating “the form”… the continually changing appearance of life in its infinite variety.
 
What’s interesting for me is that my level of ability to realize the Owed Respect, is the basic barometer for how effectively I am offering the Earned Respect.
 
When I can't see the other person’s beauty, or I'm not "feeling the love" so to speak (ie, not feeling the Owed Respect), it's my own internal barometer telling me I'm not as clear as I could be, and that I'm likely to respond out of insecurity, instead of clarity, common sense, and wisdom.
 
If that's the case, I can always feel it at some level. I may notice that I'm feeling separate from them in some way which can appear as being judgmental, thinking I know better, thinking I know what their problem is and how it should be fixed, thinking I know “who and what” they are, seeing no possibility for redemption, losing my curiosity… the list is endless.
 
When I become aware of any of these tight and constricted feelings, it’s an indicator that I'm not as clear as I could be, and it reminds me to do whatever makes sense in the moment to either lessen the interaction with them, or to see if I can re-set myself and get back the feeling of Owed Respect for them, and clarity for me.
 
From a felt understanding of Owed Respect, the interactions almost always go better. Most importantly, I become a better listener. In response, they tend to feel more heard and respected, so they tend to be more open and respectful in return.
 
And even when my respect for them and clarity in the moment doesn't awaken the same in them, my own state of clarity still gives me access on how best to respond to that. I don't take the interaction as personally, and so my ego doesn't need to get defensive. I see the experience more lightheartedly or philosophically, and I retain my own sense of goodwill, while doing whatever needs to be done.
 
What's interesting is that all of us apply this in various ways, without even being aware of it.
It's kind of like writing a nasty email in an angry state of mind, but then deciding not to send it. Even within our anger, we get a bit of clarity that tells us to not send it, or to hold off and edit it later once we've calmed down or slept on it. Even if we don’t see ourselves as being unclear in that moment, we sense that sending the email as it is, could result in more problems than we started with. Ultimately, at a deeper level, it’s our own wisdom realizing it’s a good idea to wait until we can hold some Owed Respect for the other person, before we respond.
 
For me, Owed Respect is foundational to everything I navigate in life.
 
When I’m feeling the Owed Respect for another person (or anything in life whether apparently living or not), it means I'm more clear and wise. Out of that clarity, the behaviours of navigating Earned Respect arise more effortlessly and tend to be more helpful.
 
When I’m not feeling the Owed Respect, AND I happen to notice it, it simply reminds me that, “Hey Jonelle, you’re human, remember?”. This will usually be followed by an internal chuckle. I’ll then navigate the situation as best I can with awareness of my humanity, both the miraculous and the ridiculous.
I've been reflecting on labels lately, and a story came to mind that I thought I'd share...
 
I had a friend who once replied to me with the words, “your white fragility”, and “your white saviourism”.
 
I could feel those words hit my ego.
 
Fortunately, there was enough of the secure part of me present to not immediately respond in defense. I had some feeling of love and understanding for my friend, and so I simply thanked him for sharing his perspective, and ended the conversation there. I wasn’t feeling clear enough in the moment to do anything else.
 
I spent time over the ensuing days, and even weeks after that, reflecting on that conversation whenever it popped into my mind. Parsing it out. Imagining my cogent, articulate replies. At times genuinely considering what he was trying to say. And yet, still strategizing the logic of my defence! LOL! Even though there was some open reflection, there was still some level of insecure need within me to justify in my own mind, why and how he was wrong about me.
 
My ego eventually lost its attachment to the situation, as it often does with time, but in the meantime, I ended up with a really beautiful insight.
 
I saw with considerable depth and clarity, the power of labels, and how our habitual and innocent societal use of “labelling language” unknowingly creates separation and dehumanization.
 
Labels that are used to describe BEHAVIOUR, end up getting attached to PEOPLE.
We take the label as “who people are” (intrinsically and without redemption), instead of “where people are” in temporary moments. And we tend to do this especially more so, whenever we happen to be in an insecure state of mind.
 
The thing is, it’s hard to change the shortcuts of our language. It’s sooooooo easy and convenient to put things into labelled groups without mentioning all the exceptions, and without detailing all the context and all the complex contributing conditions… and without inevitably attaching the behaviours to people.
 
I don’t have the answer for fixing this, but I am definitely much more aware now of the labelling I use, than I ever was in the past.
 
For example, I regularly engage in discussions with “the homeless” and “the marginalized”, but I’ve been trying to STOP speaking about them in those terms because I see now how it conjures up a picture of “othering”. It disconnects them from me… I can even feel the separation of them from me when I say those words.
 
Instead, when I remember, I’ve begun saying things like “human beings who are temporarily experiencing homelessness” or I will instead refer to specific experiences or stories. It keeps ME grounded in our common humanity. And I hope that it also, in some small way, fosters mental pictures for others that allow them to remain in their own understanding of their common humanity as well.
 
And it’s not that labels can’t or shouldn’t be used. There are temporary times and places and contexts for them.
 
But, in EVERY moment I want to live my life more graciously and peacefully and joyfully and clear-headedly, and with the intent of goodwill and connection, for me personally, I need to drop the labels.
 
The interesting thing is that the more secure and grounded and peaceful my own state of mind in the moment, the less likely that any labels will even appear in my mind. Instead, I’m simply seeing the miraculous, incomprehensible, and fascinating human beings right in front of me, and not their temporarily limiting behaviours or beliefs... no matter what labels they may be giving me.

Latest comments

14.04 | 19:20

❤️❤️❤️

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14.04 | 19:10

Love it Jonelle, always find what I’m looking for here. So glad I checked in

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05.02 | 09:43

Tons of love right back to you! Thank you for the lovely message. ❤️😊

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04.02 | 23:51

This is wonderful and I especially like the way you make the "thinking" part so clear. Love your sense of humor too. Tons of Love to you and thank you so much

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