Archive for September, 2009

Focus on the Work, Not the Outcome

Friday, September 25th, 2009

From time to time I find myself wondering how a particular Circle project or event will turn out.  Sure, I know better, but we have such a small staff and there are so many details and logistical considerations involved with each retreat, concert, art show and gathering (to say nothing of the weekly Sunday Morning Circle and Wednesday Meditation Circle).  It’s easy to get caught up in worrying about all the phone calls, budgets, attendance figures and timelines - and forget to look at the Big Picture. At times like that, I often find myself grinning inwardly and remembering the first children’s concert I ever performed… 
 
It was the spring of 1987.  Zet and I had just moved back to San Antonio after five years of living in Berkeley, where I’d made the transition from angry, young folk-punk singer to upbeat, New Age troubadour.  I had a blossoming-but-financially-tenuous career that had been tough enough to sustain while living in Northern California, but I had no idea how to make it pay the bills in South Texas, AKA the “Buckle of the Bible Belt.”  Then one day a friend told me that my new album was her five-year old son’s favorite music, which he insisted on listening to every day on their way to kindergarten.  She urged me to perform a children’s concert at his school, and though I initially declined (due to the fact that I didn’t know any kid’s music…), I needed money, so I decided to try an informal Saturday morning show. 
 
I didn’t expect much, but it turned out to be Big Fun because I’d written some new songs, learned a few magic tricks, the little room was packed with happy children and parents —  and when they passed the hat, it came back with almost $300 inside.  Wow, that was easy!  Thinking we were on to something profitable, Zet and I decided to focus our time and talents on producing a full-scale children’s concert.   We rented the San Pedro Playhouse for another Saturday morning show and mounted a full production.  We hired a percussionist, tech crew and house manager; contracted with a publicist, took out advertisements, bought mailing lists, printed high-quality flyers and mailed them out to anybody and everybody we could think of.  It seemed like I was really “following my Guidance” and everything was going smoothly.  But when the curtain went up, there was an audience of just 25 people in a theater with 350 seats.  Of course, “the show must go on”, so I did what I had to do, while feeling totally devastated and decidedly broke. 
 
But it among the few people present was an administrator at Region 20, the Educational Resource agency for South Texas.  He’d just been assigned the task of finding a children’s entertainer for a series of in-school performances incorporating such themes as “self-esteem” and “making powerful choices” - which is exactly what I’d been singing about during the show.  A week later, I had a contract to perform in 80-100 area schools a year for the next three years, at a very nice daily fee.  Those weekday gigs made it possible for me to continue traveling to various churches, concerts and conferences on weekends, developing the ministry that eventually gave rise to my work with the Celebration Circle.  My whole career had shifted to the next level at one stroke - during what certainly looked like a “failed event” to me!
 
Twenty-two years and hundreds of events later, I’m still doing my best to live out the lesson I learned back then:  Focus on the work, not on the outcome.  Because life is a process, not a series of products.  Of course, sometimes I remember, and sometimes I forget - but mostly I trust that, whatever the appearances, whatever the situation, Spirit isn’t finished working yet…
 
With blessings for your Work, whatever it may be — and hopes of seeing you Around the Circle, 
Rudolf

Making Room for the New

Thursday, September 17th, 2009
I knew it was coming, but it still took me by surprise when it happened.  You see, our son, Mateo, is a 5th grader at Bonham Academy, a public school located on St. Mary’s street, just south of downtown.  It’s a very busy street, so ever since kindergarten, whenever I drive him to school in the morning, I park at the end of the block, and then we walk together through the crosswalk and on into the schoolyard. When we get to the front steps, we hug, and I invariably say, “Have fun learning in school today” and he always replies, “Have a good day, Papa” before zooming off to class.
 
But one day last week, his good friend, John, appeared on the sidewalk a few yards ahead of us, just as we were getting out of the car.  “Hey, John, wait up!” shouted Mateo as he ran to catch up to his pal without a single backward glance in my direction.  I stood dumbfounded, watching them walk off without me, swinging their backpacks and yakking up a storm as if it were the most natural thing in the world - which it was, of course.  So why did it feel like a horse had just kicked me in the gut?  Blinking back tears of pride and sadness simultaneously, I watched my son, suddenly all grown up and striding off into a future of his own.
 
The next morning, we slipped right back into our old ritual without a word, just as if nothing different had happened the day before.  He even grabbed my hand spontaneously as we crossed the street.  He tucked his soft, warm fingers into mine, as we’d done countless times in years gone by, but hadn’t done for quite a while.  What a sweet surprise!  But I quickly noticed that something was different this time; his hand didn’t surrender into mine.  Instead it was a lively, fluttering creature, doing a subtle but distinct little dance in the palm of my hand, as if trying to find a new way to fit together.  When we got to the front steps, he turned to collect our habitual hug and deliver our ritual lines.  But it was noticeably shorter and faster than ever, with a quick but unmistakable glance around to make sure none of his buddies were watching.  In a flash, he’d disappeared down the hallway, leaving me to wipe a fresh set of tears from my eyes again.
 
I’ve driven him to school twice more since then.  Both times he’s made a point of saying a sweet but swift farewell, while simultaneously unbuckling his seatbelt and dashing out the car door, long before I could even think to turn off the ignition.  This must be our new ritual, at least for now.  I’m doing my best to savor it.  Soon enough he’ll be driving himself to school and beyond.  I suppose that will feel great, as well as hurt some, too.  Unless (or until) I learn to release my attachments to my feelings more fully, there’s always going to be some degree of discomfort in letting go of the old to make room for the new.  And that’s true, not just with Mateo, but in all areas of my personal, professional and spiritual life.  That’s just part of what it takes to grow…  
 
But who knows?  Maybe I’ll become wiser and more detached from my feelings.  Maybe I’ll have learned how to take it all in stride by the time Mateo gets his driver’s license.  I hope so.  And I hope not.  We’ll see.  No use trying to rush his growth or mine. 
 
With blessings to you and your growth process, wherever it may lead,
Rudolf

New Events

Thursday, September 10th, 2009
Labor Day is in the rearview mirror and the worst of the heat has lifted its heavy hand off of South Texas’ neck. Time to pack up my tropical shirts and linen shorts till next year.  Sure, it’s still warm enough to wear them, but they no longer feel appropriate, because the social mood has clearly shifted, as folks move out of their lethargic “summer mode” and get back to work, back in school, back to creating, instead of just getting by…
 
I’m particularly excited about shifting gears at this time of year because of the wonderful lineup of Circle events coming up.  Our first concert of the season this Friday, September 11th is an evening of songs celebrating Universal Love, based on the poetry of Rumi, and performed by one of the Circle’s all-time favorite singer/songwriters, Erika Luckett, along with singer, Lisa Ferraro.  They have been garnering rave reviews while touring the country with these works as “Ruby” (www.WorldofRuby.com).  I am delighted to be performing along with them, and really hope you can join us Friday night at 7:30 in the PeaceCENTER for this magical evening of “remembrance, transformation and beauty.”   *(details listed below)
 
Then there’s our sixth annual “Sacred Art of Altars” show currently hanging in the Gallery at the Bijou Theater in Crossroads Mall.  It’s our best ever, in terms of the overall artistry, diversity and quality of the work.  As much as I enjoy the art itself, it’s even more fun to watch (and eavesdrop…) the many unsuspecting theatergoers who’ve come to see a movie, but then unexpectedly find themselves immersed in this compelling tapestry of artworks. Bushwacked by the Sacred!!  Hee-hee…  Please consider seeing this yourself.  The Bijou welcomes gallery-goers, so you don’t even have to buy a movie ticket in order to experience this great show. (However, should you choose to see a movie, too, I highly recommend the Sundance Film Festival award-winner, “Taking Woodstock” currently showing there.)  Feel free to go anytime during their normal business hours, 11AM to 10PM, seven days a week.  And remember our closing reception on Wednesday, September 30th, which will be another great, high-energy event.   
 
Which brings me to our newest Circle offering:  the Sunday Sundown Service, to be held again this Sunday from 6:30-7:30PM at the Quaker Meetinghouse, located at 7052 N. Vandiver (corner of Eisenhauer Rd. and Vandiver, two blocks off Austin Highway).  We’d originally intended to do this just one Sunday a month, but the first one in August was so well received that we’re looking at the possibility of doing it more often. The elegant simplicity and serenity of the Quaker sanctuary adds a quiet, contemplative element to the acoustic music and spontaneous tone of this gathering.  It’s like a delightful hybrid of our upbeat Sunday morning Circle and our Wednesday evening Meditation Circle.  Plus, it’s perfectly timed to provide a peaceful end to your week - and an uplifting preparation for Monday morning, too.  
 
And finally, I’m deeply grateful for the 29 mail-in donations we’ve received totaling $4,500 thus far.  These were in response to our request last month for help with the $10,000 deficit in the Circles’ Operating Fund this year. Whew! Here’s a big THANK YOU to all who sent these gifts, as well as supportive notes and phone calls. I affirm that we’ll continue to receive all the resources needed to sustain our Circle programs and personnel for a long time to come.  And so it is!
 
With blessings - and prayers for more rain,
Rudolf

Acknowledging the Holy in Whatever I’m Doing

Friday, September 4th, 2009
Like most students in the San Antonio area, our 10 year-old son, Mateo, started school again last week.  Yahoo! That’s great for a work-from-home parent like me. And yet… going back to school brought new challenges, too, such as our new action-packed morning routine for waking/eating/packing lunch/finding shoes/driving/arriving before The Bell rings.  Among other things, it means that my beloved hour of early morning meditation time got swallowed up and disappeared overnight.  Sure, we’ll get more organized soon.  But we haven’t.  And sure, I could have started getting used to this new schedule weeks ago.  But I didn’t.  And of course, I could just get up an hour earlier to have my quiet time.  But, I haven’t.  Frankly, I’m a creature of habit and not much given to struggling through such physical discomforts as changing schedules overnight. In another week or two, I will (probably) have worked my way toward that goal, a bit at a time.  But, for now, I find myself really missing that contemplative hour of silent movement and meditation.
 
So instead, I do what I can to slip in a few extra quiet, prayerful moments, throughout the day.  To become more aware of the many opportunities to be conscious of the free flow of Spirit right now, rather than waiting till I can spend a long, uninterrupted time In The Silence again.  To acknowledge the Holy in whatever I’m doing:  Toweling off from the shower, I welcome the newness of the day.  Making toast, I savor the smell of good bread and feel gratitude for this food; pouring tea, I inhale the jasmine-scented tea into every cell of my being.  Fully enjoying our little family ritual of hugging in the driveway before going off in our separate directions, rather than taking it for granted.  Letting the phone ring one extra time before answering, just long enough to get centered in Spirit before saying hello.
 
Sure, it’s still much easier to Forget than Remember.  But “what you focus on expands” - and I chose to focus on Remembering…
 
So there I was yesterday, rushing across town for an appointment, when the crossing guard lights started flashing at the railroad tracks just ahead.  My first instinct is to mash down on the accelerator and make a mad dash to beat the train, but sanity prevails, and I stop instead.  Feeling stuck, I reach for the radio to drown out the sound of my Monkey Mind complaining about being late.  Suddenly I remember: this train hasn’t robbed me of anything, but given me an unexpected gift of quiet time instead.  Why not sit back, relax and listen to the Silence - and the soothing, rhythmic clickety-clack of the wheels on the track for a few minutes?  Ahh… 
 
No, I don’t have any great mystical experience to report from that incident.  No Great Insight or Big Message from Spirit.  It was nothing special at all, really.  Just some quiet time spent parked near the railroad track, centering in the Presence to the best of my ability…   But that’s precisely my point.  That’s all it takes.   No big deal.  Just a little time and a little willingness to surrender for a while, whenever you can, wherever you are.  Maybe even right now, for instance?   Ahh…
 
Wishing you a happy, healthy and relaxing Labor Day Weekend!
Rudolf