Sunday, December 7, 2014
My New Blog is ready… Be sure to subscribe! (This is my last post here)
I'm thrilled to announce that my new website is live and it features an active and inspiring blog.
So, please subscribe on the Contact page of my new site so that you can receive notices of my most recent articles, feature posts, and personal reflections.
Also, feel free to take five to ten minutes and read through my website. It's a labor of love and I'm always open to new ideas on how to improve my work.
Thank you.
Peace,
Amy
Monday, November 10, 2014
New website and blog on their way!
Forgive me for not posting more frequently on this blog. So many good things are unfolding!
I'm in the process of working with wonderfully talented web designers to launch a new version of my website featuring a blog embedded on its site. My website domain name remains the same (www.birthbreathanddeath.com) and the new version of the site should be up and running by early December.
This refurbishing of my current website correlates with the launch of a new media venture entitled "PhillyVoice." I've been commissioned to write as a regular contributor for PhillyVoice and I'm thrilled.
Furthermore, my page on PhillyVoice will link to my new site and the new website will be fully search engine optimized so that the various yoga classes I teach, as well as information about my book, can be much more readily discovered. Wonderful!
It's an exciting time.
Given that my creative energies are focused on the project described above, I appreciate your patience as I launch this new chapter of my work-from-home life. It is a work of love. Truly!
I'll keep you posted.
Peace,
Amy
Saturday, October 11, 2014
What is a doula?
“If a doula were a drug, it would be unethical not to use it.” — Dr. John Kennell
I love being a doula. Yet, before my sister's pregnancy, I never had heard of one.
So often, people mistake doulas for midwives or believe that doulas eclipse the vital role a woman's partner plays in labor and delivery.
I recently wrote an article entitled, "Celebrating Doulas" for the Holistic Parenting Magazine.
Take a moment to read through this. That way the next time someone asks you, "What is a doula?" you'll be able to answer clearly and confidently.
Saturday, October 4, 2014
Twenty-five leading birth professionals interviewed -- I'm grateful to be included!
Are you interested in reflecting more deeply upon the status of birth in America?
If so, sign up to watch interviews with 25 leading birth professionals (including Ina May Gaskin, Penny Simkin, and Dr. Sarah Buckley). These interviews will be aired for free beginning in nine days.
I'm grateful and honored to be included in the mix. So you can sign up to watch me speak about the importance of mindful breathing in labor (and life) too.
This is an excellent resource for doulas, parents, and birth workers everywhere.
Feel free to share this information far and wide.
Monday, September 29, 2014
Friday, September 19, 2014
Jewish Views on Hospice Care
“No one wants to go in her room,” an outspoken middle-aged man says. “Aunt Joan looks awful.” As the hospital chaplain on call, I’ve been paged to offer support to the family clustered in the brightly lit hallway. Within a few minutes, I learn that they gathered after hearing of their elderly aunt’s death after struggling with a terminal illness. The family is Jewish, but not religious. They are at a loss when it comes to dealing with the death of their Aunt Joan.
Read more.
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Doula of Birth and Death
I am a mother.
Through my body, my son entered
our world.
Because of this fact, one day he will die.
I bow to the mystery wherein
resides this difficult truth.
I bow to the love that gives this
mystery meaning.
***
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Meditating on Oneness
I spent much of my early
twenties traveling throughout The Middle East and India.
I lost track of time
gazing at an ancient copy of Homer’s Iliad at a museum in
Cairo. I remember sleeping through a freezing cold night on Mt. Sinai and
awakening to a brilliant sunrise over the Arabian Peninsula. I climbed the
pyramids in Egypt and protested the Israeli occupation of the West Bank with
Arab and Jewish women peace activists. For a year, I studied in
Jerusalem.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Iraqi Mothers-- Reflections on attachment and war
I can't sleep.
My heart is heavy with images and news from Iraq.
Right now, as I type these words 40,000 Yazidi, Muslim, and Christian Iraqis
are stranded on a mountainside in Sinjar, northern Iraq. Hungry, thirsty,
running for their very lives, fear pours like sweat down the faces of the
besieged. Stories of decapitated children -- their small, severed heads mounted
on poles -- circulate wildly. Told that those seeking refuge are
"devil-worshippers," ISIS militants intent on "purifying"
the land surround the base of the mountain. Their black flags flutter. Their
weapons wait. The intensifying stress running rampant forever alters the
physiology of all involved.
I imagine a new mother, like myself, holding her
toddler close. She is wondering if they will make it. Will she be able to
continue to produce breast milk as stress, fatigue, and thirst take their
exacting toll? Her milk provides a singular comfort to her son whose
increasingly parched mouth brings mind-numbing terror to her consciousness. Her
son seeks to find familiar solace while nestling into the softness of his
mother's body. Yet, his mother is tense with worry and the sounds around him
are full of fear. Forty children already have died from hunger and thirst
amongst those marooned on the mountainside. In neighboring communities, tens of
thousands of Iraq's religious and ethnic minorities flee from the expanding
territorial grip of ISIS’s brutal regime. If a family is lucky to pass through
the ISIS checkpoints intact, without daughters or wives being
"married" off to militants, they will have to begin from scratch.
Jewelry is taken off of their fingers and their very IDs are stolen away. If
this mother and son survive their traumatic mountain exile, they will be forced
to begin anew with nothing but their bond of attachment to guide them.
I imagine another mother. Her son was six when the
US invaded Iraq. The sounds of bombs, the impact of suicidal zealots taking out
cafes full of neighbors, and the stories of his father's cruel interrogation and
imprisonment, forever altered his development. The young boy's brain lost its
ability to settle into a natural limbic resonance of connecting to others
through empathy and understanding. Forever on high alert, his emerging
cognitive function also was terribly stunted. I imagine this mother watching
her son grow up in war. Studies clearly show that even the presence of
"mild" violence in the home -- for example, the use of spanking as a
form of corporal punishment -- negatively alters a child's developing brain.
Can I imagine fully what war does to children? Now he is a twenty-year-old
young man captivated by the allure of a rigid, self-righteous, and brutal
movement called ISIS. He experiences the intoxicating power of inflicting
relentless violence against a scapegoated “other” believed to be responsible
for all of the chaos characterizing his lot. I imagine this mother watching her
son turn into a killer -- a killer that chases other mothers and their young
sons into the mountains. She weeps.
The limbic brains of both mothers, the
physiological base for human attachment, are activated. Deep sadness moves
these women to tears. If we are sensitive to their plight, we may notice tears
come to our own eyes. Their tears and stories are what moved me out of slumber.
These mothers feel. Even if what they feel is profound and devastating loss,
they are some of the lucky ones. They still can feel. They still care. To
experience empathy and remain open to both joy and profound sadness is better
than an alternative, conscience-blinding numbness. For it is in the destruction
of our ability to care -- a capacity rooted in our limbic brain’s attunement to
resonate with another -- that we find the root of human violence currently
tearing apart Iraq.
What does limbic resonance have to do with the
emergence of ISIS, or of any other the brutal militia? The stories of these mothers
and this very question keep me up tonight.
Consider the wonders of our triune human brain. At
the base is the reptilian brain moving us to sex, aggression, and defense. We
fight, flee, or freeze as all animals do when faced with threat. The primary
functions of physical existence are woven into these primal energies of human
life. Now, consider the wonders of deciphering symbols into sounds that conjure
meaning. Through the power of cognition, I can reflect upon the primal energies
that motivate my being. I can write about them and, if I am lucky enough to
live with a brain that has been nurtured to develop normally, I can choose to
direct their course with wisdom and compassion.
These higher-level functions of cognition are rooted
in our elaborately evolved neocortex, setting us apart from all other
creatures. We create language, systems, social structures, and history due to
the neocortex. Evolution’s most recent addition to our tripartite brain enables
us to build bridges, write symphonies, and concoct science fiction. Through the
use of our neocortex, the very face of the earth is marked with our presence--
for good and ill. That's the key. The neo-cortex and the reptilian brain can
function together bypassing the limbic brain that links the two and when they
do, the results lead to desperate families fleeing up rocky mountainsides for
their very lives.
The word “limbic” comes from the Latin limbus meaning “edge” or “border.” Unique
amongst mammals, the limbic brain is the seat of our ability to feel empathy
and nurture complex and compassionate attachments to one another. Originating
in the resonance of mother-child attachment -- specifically linked to the
mammalian practice of breastfeeding -- the emerging health of a child’s limbic
brain determines her or his relational template impacting all future
interactions. Do we trust others? Do we care for others? Do we feel a
connection to strangers who suffer? Do we respond with sensitivity to another's
pain?
According to doctors Thomas Lewis, Fari Amani and Richard Lannon -- professors
of psychiatry at the University of California San Francisco-- without a healthy
limbic brain, we are reduced to the functioning of intelligent reptiles. “…A
limbically damaged human is deadly,” they write in A General Theory of Love. “If the neglect is sufficiently profound,
the result is a functionally reptilian organism armed with the cunning of the
neocortical brain.” In other words, we are reduced to functioning like those
who stand at checkpoints and stare into the eyes of frightened children and
feel only the rush of power’s impunity. There is no empathy. Limbically damaged
people are physiologically incapable of feeling the normal pull of human attachment
beckoning us to protect innocent life. Rooted in early trauma and resulting
from the absence of the secure attachments formed in infancy and childhood, life
without limbic resonance is war.
Young men from besieged communities, in all cultures and all times, have
found extremist and militant movements to be an alluring panacea to their profound
experience of disenfranchisement and loss. Their limbically damaged brains make
them impressionable and vulnerable targets for those peddling the opiate of
self-righteous war. Those engaged in spreading the brutal violence of ISIS were
children when the Iraqi war began. They were raised in homes full of intense
stress, loss, and fear. There is “no intrinsic restraint on harming people exists
outside the limbic domain,” write Lewis, Amini, and Lannon. “Monkeys deprived
of early limbic regulation have lost both neural organization and the capacity
for modulated aggression. They are erratically, unpredictably, chaotically
vicious.” Tragically, so too are we.
Tonight I can’t sleep. Like the breastfeeding mother on the mountain and
the grieving mother who has lost her son to the black masks and sharp swords of
ISIS, my heart is heavy with pain. I vow not to dull this ache. May it inspire
thoughtful and wise action leading to the protection of the most basic
attachments upon which our human fate depends. I stand with Lewis, Amani, and
Lannon in affirming the truth that the future of humanity depends on love, “the
tether binding our whirling lives.” Without this anchor, “all of us are flung
outward, singly, into the encroaching darkness.”
Thursday, August 7, 2014
World Breastfeeding Week
Today marks the final day of World Breastfeeding Week.
I was delighted to be selected for a professional photo shoot to honor breastfeeding mothers everywhere. Connie Granja -- a talented photographer, artist, and mother of three -- dedicated a great deal of her time and talent to taking photos of breastfeeding moms in south Florida. Taber and I met her at a library in Boca Raton and enjoyed a morning of conversation, play, relaxation, breastfeeding, and photo taking.
I've written a great deal about the significance of breastfeeding on multiple levels. You can read through my own journey as a new breastfeeding mother in "Birth, Breath, and Death."I've also written about breastfeeding in a number of my blog posts and articles. However, Connie's write up honoring full-term breastfeeding (breastfeeding as nature intended into the toddler years) is informative and inspiring. You can read her words and view more photos from her time with Taber and me here.
May we each do what we can to honor and support breastfeeding mothers everywhere.
***
“When we trust the makers of baby formula more than we do our own ability to nourish our babies, we lose a chance to claim an aspect of our power as women. Thinking that baby formula is as good as breast milk is believing that thirty years of technology is superior to three million years of nature's evolution. Countless women have regained trust in their bodies through nursing their children, even if they weren't sure at first that they could do it. It is an act of female power, and I think of it as feminism in its purest form.” -- Dr. Christine Northrup
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Reflections on Human Love
I delivered this sermon at the Unitarian Universalist Church of Fort Lauderdale on Sunday, July 27th. Note that the myth of Cupid and Psyche was shared with the congregation earlier in the service.
I build upon this myth as I reflect upon human love.
____
In the story of Psyche, our protagonist sets out to
find her lover despite tremendous odds. The search for a beloved is a
reoccurring theme found in mythologies worldwide.
It is also a reoccurring theme in philosophy. For
example, in Plato’s Symposium, Aristophanes explains why the search for the
beloved is so intense.
Originally, human beings had four arms, four legs,
and two sets of genitalia. Those with both male and female parts where called
the children of the moon. If a human had two sets of female parts, she was a
child of the earth. The children of the sun referred to human beings with two
sets of male parts. At this time, humans were extraordinarily powerful and the
gods became jealous. They cut with lightening bolts each human and split them
into two. Only our naval – our belly buttons – show the place of the original
link we had with our other half. Much of our experience of love’s intensity is
due to our search for the other part of our original selves. According to Aristophanes,
no earthly joy can compare to this reunification.
Now, one can interpret both of these stories on
multiple levels. Perhaps, Psyche is the mind and Cupid is the heart. The myth of
their love highlights the need to join mind and heart together in trust and
harmony as we navigate the perils and dramas of human life. With regard to
Plato’s story in The Symposium, perhaps the splitting of our original selves
represents an existential disconnect we feel as humans and it is through love
alone that we experience wholeness.
Yes, there are many levels of meaning we can examine with regard to stories exploring human love. In our quest for understanding love’s power, let us consider to the insights provided by the late professor of mythology, Joseph Campbell.
Yes, there are many levels of meaning we can examine with regard to stories exploring human love. In our quest for understanding love’s power, let us consider to the insights provided by the late professor of mythology, Joseph Campbell.
When I told my husband Clark that I would be
speaking this morning on human love, Joseph Campbell, and in particular
Campbell’s famous directive to "Follow your Bliss", Clark just
smiled. "Whenever we have followed our bliss, that is
when the best things have happened to us,” my husband said. True. Yet, this
doesn’t mean the journey of loving and listening deeply to one’s intuition is
easy.
Joseph Campbell devoted his life to studying
mythological stories. He was a well-respected professor at Sarah Lawrence
College in New York for nearly forty years. In the Myth and Ritual classes I
taught for over a decade at The Lawrenceville School in New Jersey, we read
"The Power of Myth" which is a Socratic like conversation between
interviewer Bill Moyers and Joseph Campbell.
In the first chapter, Campbell tells Moyers:
"People say that what we are seeking is a
meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that
what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experience
on the purely physical plane will have resonance within our own innermost being
and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive. That’s what
it’s finally about, and that’s what (myths) as clues help us find within
ourselves.”
When my Grandma Wright died, Clark and I were living
in Newport. Rhode Island. Now, I have seen my dad tear up many times when I was
young, especially while listening to his favorite pieces of classical music.
But when my dad called to tell me grandma had passed away, I heard, for the
first time, my dad really weep. That moved me. Over the next few days my memories
of the last time I saw my grandma kept replaying in my mind.
My grandma was washing apples in her kitchen sink.
She was bent over with age and mentally challenged with Alzheimer’s. After a
week of visiting family in Utah, Clark and I were saying goodbye. My grandma
took one of her china cups and washed it as if it was an apple. She handed it
to us sweetly saying “Take this with you.” Tears filled my eyes because she was always
so selfless. She had given me a multitude of fruit over the course of my lifetime
as healthy treats when saying goodbye. And here she was generous to the end
even though she couldn’t tell the difference between the china cup and the
apple. Clark took the cup graciously and then when she wasn’t looking, put it
back on the drain board.
While it’s human nature to sort through stories for
meaning, I agree with Campbell about the supremacy of experience over meaning.
It was the experience of heart opening kindness on the part of my grandma and
the experience of heart wrenching pain on the part of my dad that transformed
me.
I remember vividly my experiences working as a
hospital chaplain. At 3am one the morning, a woman delivered an 18-week-old
baby. Much too young to survive, the child died and the mother was left with
wildly deep grief. She had had a terrible fight with her boyfriend, the father
of this child, two days earlier. This fight left her feeling broken inside when
she discovered his unfaithfulness. Her stress levels skyrocketed, her water
broke and she went into very early labor. She lost her son.
“What if we hadn’t fought? What if I had been
stronger emotionally? Would my son be alive?”
These are the questions she asked me that morning. She
wanted me to mirror back to her some sense of meaning. I don’t know the meaning
or cause of her loss. However, I can journey with her through the desire for
meaning into the experience of grief. It is our training in chaplaincy to leave
the meaning aside and focus on the feeling. Experience is primary. Feeling is
primary. Fully feeling brings integration and is the key to healing life
traumas. Meaning comes later, if at all.
Of course, one could argue that myths by explaining
things provide meaning. In fact, some scholars argue that all myth and all
religion can root back to our need to explain death. Certainly, myths of love explain
why we hunger for a reflection of ourselves in another, why people choose love
in the face of death, why mothers grieve so when children die. Yes, myths
explain on one level. Yet, Campbell argues that myths are meant to do more than
this. They are meant to help us have the courage to open to experience. We want
to experience love after all, not just intellectualize about it.
Later on in the dialogue, Moyers asks Campbell if he
ever gets the sense that when he is trusting his deepest experience or what he
calls “following his bliss”, he is being helped by “invisible hands”. Campbell
responds:
“All the time. It is miraculous. I even have a
superstition that has grown on me as the result of invisible hands coming all
the time---- namely, that if you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a
kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life
that you ought to be living is the one you are living. When you can see that,
you begin to meet people who are in the field of your bliss, and they open the
doors to you. I say, follow your bliss and don’t be afraid.”
If we trust our deeper connections to love, will invisible
hands help us along the way?
Before we get lost in a debate about what Campbell
may have meant by the term “invisible hands,” consider if you’ve ever felt that
doors have opened when you are true to the wisdom within your being? Is much
our human suffering due to being disconnected from the experience of love?
In the myth of Cupid and Psyche, unseen hands help
Psyche as she completes the impossible tasks required of her in order to follow
her bliss and reunite with Cupid. Do unseen hands help us experience healing,
wholeness, and love despite the presence of profound pain at key points in
life?
How has the experience of love transformed you?
Campbell describes three kinds
of human love: agape -- universal compassion, eros -- sexual passion, and amor
-- romantic love. He claims that we are most transformed through the experience
of amor.
Campbell regards agape as an
impersonal kind of love. Consider that to practice agape, or universal
compassion, it doesn’t matter who your neighbors are, one is to love them by at
the most, taking their concerns and needs to heart, and at the very least
making sure one doesn’t live in a way that creates more concerns or needs for
them.
Campbell, also regards
Eros, or sexual love, as impersonal. The countless images of naked bodies in
pornography or nearly naked bodies in Cosmo or Maxim stir up eros even though
as observers we have little or no knowledge of the identity of these people
behind their fleshy exteriors or attractive forms. Such images can invoke eros
alone awakening what Campbell aptly describes as the impersonal “zeal of the
organs for each other”.
So, knowing a person’s
name, age, political or religious affiliations, sport team loyalty, fears,
joys, hopes, family dramas etc, is not a prerequisite for the agape type of
love that our greatest reformers of all ages have tried to awaken. Nor is it a
prerequisite for the eros type of love the media in its various forms
manufactures and manipulates for profit.
Of Campbell’s three loves,
only amor is personal. He deems it the highest love -- the most powerful and
transformative love -- hence his interest in listening to its dictates and
studying how it is symbolized in world mythology.
The German poet Rilke
described amor as the most difficult love “for which all the work of one’s life
is just preparation.” Think of the power of this personal love to sustain
countless couples over the course of history through all sorts of adventures, dramas,
and heartaches. Consider that the experience of amor is also used in spiritual
literature across the centuries as a metaphor for our longing for a merging
with the ultimate beloved.
For example, in Hindu
mythology, the romantic love affair between Radha, who is married to a mortal
man, and Krishna who is the embodiment of the divine, is a case in point. Radha’s
adultery serves as a powerful metaphor in a society known for its emphasis of
marital fidelity. Here Krishna represents our need to cut our worldly and
social obligations and risk everything for the love of the absolute. Amor, for
many is the most powerful medicine for our wounds and a wonderful mirror within
which to see our true hearts reflected back to us in the eyes of our beloved.
Maybe our experience of
amor results from an ancient cosmic wounding. Perhaps, when Psyche seeks out
Cupid, it is because the mind alone isn’t whole without the guidance of the
heart. Without the experience of personal love, are we irrevocable adrift?
Consider the words found in
“The Prophet,” a remarkable book written by Lebanese Christian poet Khalil
Gibran. Gibran writes “and think not you that you can direct the course of
love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.” Gibran’s words remain
a central inspiration in my marriage of over 10 years. I’ve been richly blessed
to know the healing power that amor—romantic personal love--- brings. It
combines the best of all: eros, agape, and familial love into two hearts that
join together to traverse this mysterious path we call human life.
You are already on your own path, your own search,
be you a child of the son, the moon or the earth. Your life will involve agape,
eros, and I hope, amor.
I stand with Campbell and urge you to seek out the
experience of love. Be gentle with the hearts you meet along the way. Avoid the harm that dishonesty brings. Trust that natural forces will aid you in your path
as Psyche does when she seeks to win Cupid back. Take risks like Radha. Follow your bliss and don’t be afraid.
I conclude with the words of William Shakespeare who
wrote: “Love is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempest and is not shaken.”
May this be more than our philosophy. May this be our
experience.
Thank you.
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