Am I slow?

While I am working with a new coach recently and she says, "I'm guessing you have a pretty good idea what your values are--since you've been a coach for so long."

"I have them right on my desk on a post-it note," I say.  "Shall I tell you what they are?"

"Sure."

I read them to her and to tell her what they mean to me.  They feel like old friends, like a part of me that is the both the best of me, and who I really want to be on my best day all at the same time.  They feel peaceful and safe and keep me tethered to the earth. I feel my energy build as I describe each one to her.  To let her know who I really am feels luxurious and nurturing.  I  have someone actually sitting with me who wants to know what makes me tick.  Who I am.

Now some of them are still perfect:  Family, Edgy, Grace, Art, and something I call The Ripple--making an impact in the world.  But I am surprised that I want to change some--I always thought values are so core that they rarely change.  I have one called "Intimacy" that I change to "Relationship."  Since I first did my values, I have completed a coaching certification in Organization and Relationship Systems--Relationships of all kinds are really important to me.   I get rid of one called "My People" which is about community that seems to be covered by "Relationship."  These feel more right, more current, more ready to face the future.

I have one value I call "Slow Food."  It is about selecting the best ingredients, sourcing the highest quality (usually organic or natural) and creating memorable food.  It used to be about things cooking a long time to enhance flavors and to create complex and interesting dishes.  It could be paired with "Slow Wine." The pairing of food and wine are a great joy to me.  Last fall, I became intrigued by the idea of Raw Food.  It is eating mostly fruits and vegetables and I find it a healthy way to live.  Hard core raw foodists are typically  vegan and there are various factions among the raw community who eat in a variety of healthy but restrictive ways.  So far, I have been moderate in my raw explorations.  I tried being mostly raw and didn't like how I felt (my boys wouldn't drink another smoothie and my 18-year-old daughter started eating dinner at friends' each night).  I have tried being vegan but didn't like how I felt.  At the moment, I eat raw food as much of the time as possible and then we eat some natural meat, some grains, etc.  It seems to work at the moment.  My kids eat tons of fruits and vegetables, everyone is healthy and we are eating the healthiest we have ever eaten.  But it isn't traditional slow food.

Because of all this, my value of slow food doesn't seem to fit quite right anymore.  The value is the same but raw food isn't particularly slow to make.  In fact, eating a bunch of bananas for a meal is very quick and delicious.  But I like the idea of "Slow Food."  I guess when I think of all that goes into the food we eat, it is still pretty slow.  The organic farmers have to grow it, and I know organic farming is a slow process--sometimes removing pests by hand.  I guess as we buy natural meat it is aged and natural chickens aren't pumped full of hormones to make them bigger quicker.

So, maybe I'll leave the "Slow Food" value alone and realize that it also means taking the time to get it right, to make a trip to the right store and to create relationships with farmers and producers that are in fact very slow.  As I am writing, I am realizing that I actually value "Slow" all by itself.  Knitting a sweater, repairing something old, slow lovemaking, slow conversations, a day with nothing to do....  Maybe there are two values:  "Amazing Food" and "Slow."  I think I'll consider that for a while.

I have another value called "Frog Pond" that is about sitting out by the pond in my yard with friends, taking time and being together over long dinners sharing and laughing.  I still like it but it has a bittersweetness to it for me now.  I integrated this into my business values for my company that closed last year.  When I read it, I am reminded of this circumstance and the residual feeling of failure and regret.  I had even considered "Frog Pond " as a business name at one point.  It was truly integrated into what I wanted us to be as a business.  I toy with the idea of changing this personal value.  This feels a lot like me at the moment--having given all of myself to the business and now trying to figure out what next.  But I think the "Frog Pond value is truly right for me.  I think there is a big lesson for me in figuring out how to incorporate life's disappointments back into my life.  What do I do with all the stuff from the business?  What do I do with art projects that don't quite work out?  What do I do with the wedding presents from my first marriage?  Mel jokingly asks me, "Did we get that for our first wedding?"  It makes light of how we must combine our failures into our current lives--the things that didn't go so well have to fit into our stories, our lives and our futures.  When he asks this, I feel loved and accepted for all that life has brought me.  Am I willing to do the same for the "Frog Pond" value?  Can I accept that I gave it all that I had and it didn't work?  I don't know.  But I don't think I want to give up the value of being with loving friends with a bottle of wine and good food sharing our lives.  It is what I do to feed my soul.

So for now the list is:

Family
Frog Pond
Slow
Edgy
Amazing Food
Relationship
Grace
Art
The Ripple

Was it good or bad intent?

A couple of weeks ago, I sent my friend Katie a note asking if she would like to get together for coffee.  I had reached out to her back in January and she had said she was busy until March.  It was the end of March and I thought I would try again.  I got a message back from her that she loves our talks and really wishes she had time for a coffee but that she just doesn't--maybe it would have to be a chance meeting at Starbucks.

I didn't know what to think.  I asked Mel what he thought and he said, "well, clearly, that's a brush off."

On the face of it, it sounded like a brush off, but I didn't think.  I was confused and unclear how to respond.  I felt sad that someone I really liked didn't have time for me. I felt sad that most of the people around me feel like they are moving really fast and I can't (or don't want to) keep up.  I felt a bit lonely.  I wondered how I can create relationships I want when we can't find time for coffee.  But, what can I do?  I resolved to blog about busy, fast paced lives.  "Where are we really rushing to, anyway?"  I gave up on coffee with Katie and even thought, "chance meeting...not a chance."

Well, about 3 days later I decided to run down to Locke Street to Goodness Me to get some potatoes for dinner.  I am not happy with the organic potatoes at Fortino's and have been trying to support Goodness Me because they are genuinely trying to provide great organic produce I can almost afford.  I found a great parking spot and was getting out of my car and walking to the meter to pay when I looked up and saw my friend Katie walking up.  She held up her travel mug.  "I'm going for a latte now.  Do you have time?"

I was stunned.  Here we were having the chance coffee she had dreamed up.  It had happened 3 days after she suggested it.  I fumbled around putting money in the meter box and managed to get the ticket on the dash as we both reiterated, "this is pretty unbelievable."

We walked into Starbucks, both of us feeling like we were walking a bit crooked from the surprise of the connection.  We talked for about 2 hours.  We sat side by side on the comfy couch in front of the fake fireplace and the world disappeared.  She asked all the right questions and was so kind and caring that the ice around my heart started to melt.  I talked about the last year and the pain I have had as I closed my business and have struggled to find the right work during the recession.  I shared a story about a woman in the grocery store two days before who seemed to dislike my children on sight who glared at us and made rude comments every time we saw her.  I talked about feeling violated and feeling like the world wasn't quite what I wanted it to be.

I let myself be open and honest and vulnerable.  I cried--right there in Starbucks.  Katie shared her stories and they were amazing and inspiring.  If you want to know more about Katie, you can read her amazing blog at: www.katieg.ca 

Most earth-shattering for me was the concept of intention and being able let the universe provide for me.  I struggle with faith both generally and specifically.  This meeting was such a clear example of intention--hers, not mine.  It would have never occurred to me to ask for a chance encounter with Katie.  I wasn't feeling like the universe had been giving me what I needed.  I was feeling tired, raw and trying to recover from the last year.

At some point Katie said, "Right now, Melanie, there is no place in the world I would rather be than right here."  The thought of this opened my heart.  It was true for me to.  In that moment, suddenly life was more than enough.

Then, I had a thought.  Maybe I've been working too hard, trying to make things happen instead of setting some positive intentions and allowing them happen.

I shared some stories with Katie about my life and the amazing abundance.  I told her about lying in bed in the middle of the night in the wee hours of the morning  two years ago and thinking I would really like to start collecting art.  I told her about the art that has started to arrive in my life in so many ways.

I told her about a friend who shared some amazing jewelry with me recently and how it has made me feel more beautiful and stylish.

I told her I had been wanting to go on vacation more and my father-in-law has offered to share his timeshare with us and we are going away in June.

I told her about thinking I would really like a new big piece of furniture in my dining room and how I found a Buffet on Free-cycle(http://www.freecycle.org/group/CA/Ontario) that I refinished and have in my dining room.  It is beautiful.

I realized as I was talking that I seem to do well when I set intentions, hope for good, and ask for what I need.  Then a really creepy thought came to me.  What if I have been expecting the worst,too--summoning up the negative, seeing the glass as perpetually empty.  What if I have expected crabby, mean people in my life and I have gotten what I expected?  What if it really is up to me to change what the world is handing me by changing what I am asking for?  What if I have been selling myself short?

I caught a glimmer of the idea of asking for a more fulfilling life for myself.  I want to expect better, to intend better and to expect a better life.  To live in gratitude rather than pain.  It was a full feast to think about for my mind and spirit.

At some point, Katie and I stumbled outside, still a bit woozy from the power of the encounter.

As I am writing this, a few days later, I still have tears.  I believe forgot to look for the best in my life and got stuck expecting the worst.  I forgot to need, to hope, to desire, to dream.  I forgot to ask for what I need.  I got cranky and bitchy and full of expectations and left gratitude and wonder behind.

Now what?  Look out...