Hamguin's Hide-not

Sigh...another old white guy

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Fri, 20 Nov 2020 18:46:00 +0000

Joe Biden is leaps and bounds better than the guy who lives in the White House today.

At the same time, Joe is not in my top ten of folks I would give the job to were it up to me.

That's not the game, though. Wall Street and insanely wealthy Dem donors decide, not me.

The fact that he chose Sen Harris to be his second in command is a blessing, as Joe may or may not make it through four years in the most-stressful job in the world. If he fails to serve his entire term, we have a VP (VP-elect for now) who can step in and handle the job.

My preferred choice?

No.

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Tue, 07 Jan 2020 22:47:00 +0000

We are far too wise a nation (even considering our relative youth compared to many other countries) to follow a con man into war.

Starting from that premise, the mystery is how close we are to doing exactly that. Following this idiot savant who has talent only in convincing people that down is up, ignorant is intelligent, and lies are truth is beyond my imagining, yet here we are.

He manages to cause us, over and over, to waste time, energy, and attention on his latest manufactured distraction.

Enough.

If it takes until November to make it clear he is no longer welcome in the people's house on Pennsylvania Ave in DC, so be it. There need be no doubt! We all can join together and kick him to the curb.

Those 60 million who still want him in office? Can we ship them back to where they came from: Duh&droolistan??

2020 -- LFG

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Wed, 01 Jan 2020 21:58:00 +0000

Today, the first day of 2020, I hope to establish some habits and an attitude which will serve me and my country well for the months to come until we elect a new president.

I have not the slightest doubt that we will elect a new president. It is my fervent hope, my dream, my personal goal to see Elizabeth Warren elected in November.

There is much to be done between now and then, and for the first time, I am fully committed. I donate to her campaign (small amounts so I can contribute often), I am volunteering, and Julia (wheelchair-bound) and I went to the town-hall meeting in Raleigh a couple of months ago.

Anyone who thinks she is in any way weak or vulnerable, should they come up against her, will be shocked and smacked upside the head. Nothing would please me more than to see her on a debate stage with the current president.

In other news, Julia and I continue to work every day seeking recovery from her stroke which occurred July 26, 2017.

There are lots of avenues available to us. Our most-recent investments are a heater-lamp in the ceiling of her bathroom, a fireplace insert in our family room, a recliner for her to use in the family room, and a perfect chair for her painting studio which will facilitate her returning to her joy of painting.

We will meet with both of her main doctors (neurologist and GP) this month and hope there is a medication which will help with Julia's anxiety. It is the single symptom blocking her improvement.

For me, determining a way to be more active is central. I can easily drop weight if I am working out (no, NOT crossfit. More like gentle use of a recumbent stepper we have owned for years), and I used the machine today. If I manage 150 rides this year, I will be very happy.

Big, Big, BIG news: we will be grandparents the end of March or early April. Thank goodness, because my campaign shirt asserts my grandparent status!

Two years and counting

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Sat, 27 Jul 2019 11:13:00 +0000

Two years ago yesterday, I arrived at the hospital early in the morning to spend the day with my wife. She had successful hip-replacement surgery the day before and had managed to stand up with a therapist's help.

Instead of making plans to go home and begin recovering, though, we spent the day learning the extent of Julia's stroke. It happened in the middle of the night.

When I arrived, the staff was just learning something was wrong. She could not move her left leg at all. She had some feeling in it, but could not tell where you touched her. Touch her ankle, and she might say it was her knee.

She did come home...two months later.

Today, after two years of working on recovery every day, she is far better than that day two years ago. There is still a long way to go, and we will keep working.

Julia is persistent, stubborn, and has no quit in her. I admire her willingness to face each day even when discouraged.

I love you, Julia! Happy Two-years-on-the-road-back Day.

Bernie

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Thu, 09 Nov 2017 17:24:00 +0000

About ten years ago, I stumbled upon the work of a man who invested his life in play. I am not talking about someone who had fun as they lived their life. The is Bernie DeKoven I am talking about. The man is a monstrous force, benevolent of course, in the world of play. He rocks fun in a way both intuitive and academic.

Bernie and I hit it off. The miles between where our bodies resided did not get in the way.

At one point, I thought of a game he might enjoy, a game designed to be collaborative rather than competitive. He surprised me by asking if he could publish it on his website, deepFUN.com. It is my honor to be mentioned there. He named my game Drawing Together. It is the perfect name, operating on multiple levels. He compiled a list of on-line tools which make playing the game easy and fun for people on opposite ends of the earth. https://www.deepfun.com/loving-fun-on-the-virtual-playground/

Bernie and I have been in touch less often in recent years, even as we still bump into each other on the interwebz now and again.

Bernie is fun in the simplest ways. When I explained that Julia and I were moving to North Carolina, putting the kibosh on any plans for a BernieThon in Denver, he replied, "Raleigh? Really?"

I was stunned and saddened when Bernie announced six months ago in his typical playful way that his gig on this planet was drawing to a close. I had not managed to get our physical presences colocated, and when he made his announcement, I deeply regretted never getting together in the real world. When I touched base with Bernie after learning of his illness, we both knew that sadness and playfulness are not mutually exclusive. I vowed to play on.

Bernie taught me that the joy of life underlies it all. As is the nature of life lived in an earth suit, we each deal with plenty of trauma along the way. Once we recognize that Love (the source of joy) is not defeatable, that it, in fact, is the very river down which we float as our days flow one by one, we are able to return to that place where all is okay now. It is okay now because it always was and will be.

Most recently here, I wrote about my wife's stroke and how we are accommodating her recovery as we discover our new center, our place we return to after each event which seemed troublesome at the time. I think of Bernie a great deal now. Knowing that he is facing his terminal illness with exactly the same grace and humor as he has faced each day, always expecting to find fun around the next bend of the river, is a source of inspiration.

Here's the thing: a life is not defined by the events which transpire. Oh, no. I seek each day to define my life by the creative ways I find the fun, plan space for play, jubilate in the joy.

Bernie has decided to stop writing and focus his days going forward on those he touches and who touch him, family and dearest friends. He leaves behind a wonderfully rich resource for anyone seeking to add fun to their lives, their workplaces, their theses.

You may not meet Bernie. Spend some time at deepFUN.com, and you will know him anyway.

Bernie, thanks for your guidance. I doubt I made it clear in those moments we played with each other, as those moments were fully engaging, leaving little self to cogitate on the value of such times. Let me be clear now: I love you, Bernie. Thank you with every chortle in my body, every giggle in my gut, all the belly laughs I can stand.

Bless you on your way. I hope to catch your show at some point down the river, my friend.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernie_De_Koven

Thriving? Sure!

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Sat, 21 Oct 2017 12:11:00 +0000

Today is the 2,594th day since I last scribbled a message and posted it here.

Not surprisingly, much has happened in the intervening seven years, one month, and seven days. Back on September 14, 2010, I was delighted to be writing about my friend Patti Digh's little book of big wisdom. It had been nearly two years since I finally met Patti in person at a retreat she held in Asheville. The retreat was only a month before my wife and I moved from Denver to Raleigh.

It feels so long ago, those days in Denver. My employment situation was, well, not, so much of my time in those last Denver days as well as the first couple of years in Raleigh centered around the issue of how to pay for stuff. I was fortunate to have been given a reasonable severance when laid off after a 20-year career at a company which went from tiny to Standard and Poor's 500 in my days with them. But they decided that IT was something they could outsource, so they did.

My wife broke her hip within the first month of our arrival in Raleigh. Her recovery was slow but steady, and once she was again able to be mobile on her own, I renewed my job search more seriously.

Finally, in late 2012, I stumbled into an opportunity which has blossomed into gainful employment for well over four years now. So, there's that when I consider the big changes.

In 2015, Julia had both knees replaced, one in March, and one in October. In fact, the one in October was done on the 5th anniversary of our departure from Denver.

That hip I mentioned? After years of her rheumatoid arthritis working on that joint, the pain was no longer tolerable. On July 25th, I went with her as she signed into the hospital for her third joint replacement. Same surgeon, seemingly same great result.

As July 26th dawned, though, it was quickly apparent that something was not quite right. After a full day of wondering, a 10 pm MRI finally confirmed the stroke we knew, by then, had caused Julia to lose most function on her left side.

Four weeks at WakeMed Rehab Hospital followed by nearly four weeks at the Rex Hospital rehab facility concluded with Julia coming home on September 23rd. As of today, she has been home for four weeks. Monday will be the 90th day since her hip-replacement surgery.

In a way, it was a blessing that it took an entire day to get confirmation of what we instinctively knew: this was not going to be a quick recovery. It gave us a small window of time to come to grips with the situation. The hip surgery was to be two days in the hospital, a few weeks of rehab, and all good by the beginning of September.

The unmet expectation, that shock well after successful surgery that we were not going home soon, causes us to struggle at times. Julia should be virtually pain-free, living a better life than prior to her hip replacement. Instead, we are approaching the beginning of the fourth month of a recovery which may last years.

Grieving is an important part of the healing which we are working to facilitate. Noting the signs of progress is just as important.

Julia is now able to move around the house, sometimes with a walker, sometimes with a cane. She can take care of herself in the middle of the night, thanks to the portable commode in her bedroom. We will soon complete modifications in her bathroom which will make it easier for her.

Yet, there are so many things which are a little off. Her stroke took place in the corpus callosum, the area of the brain which connects left and right hemispheres. Initially, her left leg was paralyzed. Her left hand continues to be churlish and sometimes uncooperative. Ask Dr Google about Alien Hand Syndrome. I am not kidding.

For me, it is hard to see Julia struggle with physical challenges even as she works to get her executive brain function all the way back to 100%. She hates being dependent, she wants her life back, and she grieves that so much seems lost. That's one side of the emotional spectrum.

We both recognize and regularly speak about our gratitude that her recovery has been steady and began almost immediately. Her paralyzed left leg began to respond only days after her stroke. Compared to some of the people we saw in the rehab facilities, we know Julia is lucky. A great many have tougher journeys than the one we are on. So, grieving and gratefulness...we know both.

Stroke recovery is achingly slow. At the same time, it gives us hope to know that continued improvement is possible for several years. In six months, Julia's life--both of our lives--will be quite different from today. We can only imagine what that means. We both know that it is the energy and focus we bring to the recovery process today which will directly influence the life we share next Spring.

That's where we are, then: part of the way down a long road with no indication of its length or how fast we are moving. One step, then another, and another. One day, then the next. A month from now, we will be able to look back and describe the progress. A year from now, we will likely laugh about the exploits of Lefty (the minor Mob character that we envision is in control of Julia's left hand).

For today, though, our goals and expectations are simple and concrete. We will enjoy the lovely Fall weather, do some PT and maybe a little dexterity training, and watch some trash TV. We know that today is all we can control, so we will focus right here, right now.

I started this piece with a mention of Patti Digh's wonderful book, Four Word Self Help. For decades, my four words have remained the same: Start where you are.

"While it might seem otherwise in the aftermath of some human event we lived through recently and are still processing in our emotional bodies, the single-most critical few seconds we can invest are those needed to jerk ourselves out of our memories and into full presence.
Start. Where. You. Are. NOW."

Four Word Self Help

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Tue, 14 Sep 2010 07:11:00 +0000

Patti Digh has taken an interesting idea and turned it into a delightfully rich little book.

The concept: compile self-help directives which are exactly four words long. How much insight can be delivered in so few words? When I first heard about her intention, I tried myself to concoct four-word sentences which carried valuable insights into living a life. It's not easy to do!

She has succeeded in not only delivering great, impactful statements of such brevity, she has also used those statements to invite a deeper level of reflection.

One of Patti's strengths is her ability to offer up new ways of considering our daily lives, to step back and feel the implications of the decisions we make each day and the cumulative effect not only on ourselves, but on those with whom we interact.

Her professional background in diversity training and consulting informs her more-personal work, what began as essays written for her daughters years ago, became a blog, then a book (Life is a Verb), and now is an ongoing and ever-enriching journey which she has offered to open to anyone wishing to walk along.

On a personal note, it was three years ago today that Patti and I began corresponding as a result of a comment I left on her blog, 37days. I had dived in for the first time a couple of days before and read many of the existing essays, works she was posting once a week. She responded to a comment I left, and we still are in contact to this day.

It was my great pleasure to be an attendee at the first Life is a Verb retreat in September of 2008 and to meet Patti in person and play with her Circle Project partner, David Robinson. I wrote about that experience here and here.

Four Word Self Help is a little book packed with a great deal of the Digh magic, a wonderful adjunct and a complementary eddy to the main flow which started with Life is a Verb and continues next month with Creative is a Verb. While it is a delight to read on its own merit, I do heartily recommend reading it as a companion to Patti's other books, as they set a philosophical framework within which this little book carries even more weight.

Besides, Life is a Verb contains within its pages the only published illustration I have ever created. That, alone, is reason enough to get a copy and become a fan of the work of Patti Digh!

About a month to go

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 15:06:00 +0000

Julia and I are moving to Raleigh, North Carolina in about a month.

Of course, when you have a month to get ready to move from a house you have lived in for nearly 11 years, a house with a full basement and a family with a slight tendency toward accumulation of stuff, you need to stay busy with sorting (this goes with us, this is trash, this is...oh, look! What is this? I better spend an hour paging through this material which has had no importance to me at all for the last ten years!) and boxing for shipment or tossing into the trash/recycle/giveaway piles.

And, if you are the Hamricks, you take a two-week break right in the middle and drive 1350 miles to the cottage on the lake.

We have a perfectly reasonable explanation: there is work to be done in the house to make it ready for renting to some loving family who will take care of our home by making it their home for as long as they want. The work can happen more efficiently if we aren't in the way.

Any reasonable explanation for heading to the lake (Lake Michigan, really an inland sea) is one we accept and dutifully act to align with.

It means we need to be really productive between now and head-for-the-lake day, and we will need to be really productive when we get back, but we both know that the break will do us a world of good.

We invested a tremendous amount of energy in launching Choosing Easy World, Julia's new book which was released a month ago today and is doing very well (thanks for asking!), and to go straight from that project to the moving-prep project was looking a bit too much like not-easy to us.

So, we will do all we can do until it is time to leave for Michigan, take our break and enjoy it just as if every day there is one which offers us all that is nurturing, fulfilling, and refilling of the reservoirs of energy, then come home and pick up stakes.

It is an exciting time. Julia is going home, as she has lived the majority of her life in North Carolina, and I'm going to my ancestral home--I was born in Chapel Hill, but have lived 95% of my life elsewhere, most of it in Denver--where both my dad and mom's families of origin put down roots.

I've been a Denverite since I was junior-high age, and giving up the familiarity and comfortable feeling of a place I have called home for more than 40 years is worth it, but it is also scary. It is sad to be moving so far from my mom, too, but that's why God made Skype. My kids are already gallivanting the globe, so us living in NC is just another stop for them as they travel all over.

We are very lucky to have found the ideal place in Raleigh for us, and that's what prompted the move to take place now. Julia found the house, I said no--too much money--and she called the number anyway.

After instantly bonding during that phone call, she and the owner's son started working to figure out how to make it possible for us to rent his mom's home. They got it figured out well enough that I was able to get on board, so now we have a signed lease and a home in Raleigh! (as you can see from the not-great photo grabbed from the Google street-view images, we are in a grade A location [groaning and rolling of eyes okay])

The house is in a beautiful, tree-filled area which has no through traffic--the enclave has one way in, and you exit right back that same way--rural-feeling streets with no curb and gutter, just asphalt and grass, and a pretty little lake only a block from our place.

The house is bigger than our Denver place, although without a basement we won't be able to stash nearly as much stuff. This is a good thing, if adding to our current challenge a little.

This new chapter is one we have been anticipating for a long time, and now we are turning the page to see how the chapter starts. I know it will be filled with adventure, joy, thrills, and satisfaction in all ways possible. There will be opportunities to grow and chances to learn more of our own courage and determination. All in all, it will be one more chapter in the book we started writing about the middle of last century. Julia and I each wrote many chapters, and only since 1998 have we cowritten them. This means our shared chapters have an interesting flavor of new mixed with experienced, still learning about each other mixed with the "here I go again...how many times does this lesson need to revisit my life?" feelings which come with the stuff we find to be our companions. Maybe this chapter, we learn some of those life lessons and move on to the next level!

The Battle

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 11:28:00 +0000

The battle is joined
forces aligned in opposition

The horn sounds
and peace breaks out, unbidden

Julia hits the big time

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Mon, 16 Aug 2010 13:05:00 +0000

We are now almost two weeks into the life of Choosing Easy World, Julia's book which details her own journey into the magical realm where we are designed to thrive.

On the way to this, the 13th day since publication, we are having media adventures!

Early on the morning of the 11th, Julia was on TV.

Later that same day, Julia gave a talk and signed copies of Choosing Easy World at the venerable and much-loved independent book store, the Tattered Cover. It is the single-most-famous indie between Chicago and San Francisco. If you are an author and want to sign in the best book store in Denver, you seek to sign there.

Here's the exterior of this, the third edition of Tattered Cover, located south of town.

Julia, holding a copy of Choosing Easy World, awaiting the appointed hour at which she will give her talk.

And, the line forms for folks who want her to sign their pristine new copies of Choosing Easy World.

As you can imagine, since we were at the TV studio before 7 a.m. and did not leave Tattered Cover until close to 9 p.m., followed by a small celebration at Indulge Wine Bar, it was a day we enjoyed to the hilt and one we were ready to close so we could move on to a good night's sleep.

First, though, we had one more impromptu Easy World adventure to experience.

As we drove home on a route different than the one I intended--the freeway on-ramp was closed, so we chose to drive up a city street instead of looking for another place to get on the fast track home--Julia noticed that there was a patrolman partly hidden by foliage on the side of the road. I noticed I was going faster than the posted 35 mph limit. As we passed him, we saw his lights come on, so I immediately pulled over.

He was from the county sheriff's office and was very polite and patient as we searched in the dark for our insurance card in the glove compartment. I'm good at getting those important documents into the little place, but not so good at removing old ones. So, we kept pulling out more and more pieces of paper, all expired.

The officer finally said, "Let's just go with this one which expired last year." He went back to his patrol car and did whatever it was he did. In the six or eight minutes he was in his car, Julia and I sat. She was invoking Easy World, and I was simply resigned to whatever was to come. In a way, it is Easy World, too, just without any rainbow. Allowing is a huge part of moving into Easy World.

When he came back to my side of the van, he said, "I'm going to let you off with a warning. All you need to do is take your proof of insurance to the county office, and they will dismiss this citation for not having it available for me. There is no fine, and there will be no points once you prove you have insurance."

We drove home with big grins on our faces.

At some point in a couple of weeks--the deputy mentioned that it might take that long for the citation to be available on their computer system--I will need to drive ten miles to the office and get the ticket dismissed, but that's small potatoes compared to the impact my mistake of going too fast could have had. I'm happy to run the errand when the time comes!

Oh...and I have cleaned out the glove box. Only current documents are stored there now!

Helping by staying out of the way (My Sacred Life, Sunday)

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Sun, 15 Aug 2010 10:17:00 +0000

It has been a long time since I have written a formally acknowledged Sacred Life Sunday post.

This morning, I reached a tipping point which inspired this.

The world is a big mess. All those folks on the other side of the political chasm are jerks and worse. We are ruining the planet with uncaring and irresponsible actions, best illustrated lately in the Gulf of Mexico. Needless killing continues all over the globe, and we in the United States are providing both cannon fire, and cannon fodder.

What can I possibly do about it all?

My own path to peace--a path so short I can traverse it even as I type, and the keyboard will never be out of reach--is my way of helping.

Becoming a beacon, a human Klieg light intensely lighting the way from where I am to where I am peace, is my own salvation from despair. It is far more than that, though.

By making that journey of a single breath and shining my light, I grant others implicit permission to do the same in their lives, lighting their own lamps.

The very lighting of the lamps provides just what is needed to heal the wounds we have inflicted on each other and on Mother Earth.

The level at which all of the perceived troubles of our existence will be solved is the level we reach when we pause, accept our divinity, and create ourselves as peace, as Love, as accepting beings who know all is well.

The beauty of it is that no knowledge of deep-water drilling or insurgent engagement or dietary requirements for the starving is required.

We help by getting out of the way. It is by allowing all that is, to be, that we come to the aid of our fellow beings. Stepping away from the anguish allows infinite compassion. Radiating Love allows endless capacity for healing.

Breathe.

Relax.

Allow.

Enjoy.

In gratefulness, I remain your good and faithful servant in the Great Game we call life. See you next time around the game board.

Oh. Okay.

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Fri, 13 Aug 2010 10:53:00 +0000

Anyone who pays even a little attention to current events has heard of the guy who, after getting bonked on the head by a piece of luggage and cursed by a passenger in violation of the "stay in your seats until told otherwise" edict, decided he had been abused enough and chose to exit by the inflated slide.

What tickles me no end is how that event becomes a starting point for all manner of stories. This one got me, big time. If you were forced to choose, words unread, between these two people and assigning one the label, "crazy" and the other, "really important guy whose opinion matters to me" would you have chosen as did US Weekly?

Maybe it's just me. I'd rather sit down to share a bite or a beer with the guy on the right.

I live in Easy World

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 04:38:00 +0000

I have had a thought ripening in my head for a week, and I believe it is now time to let it burst forth.

Even as there have been times during the last month, as my wife and I have done all we know how to do in order to make the launch of her book Choosing Easy World as successful as our little Earth-bound selves could make it, that we have stressed out during the process, there have been long stretches of time when I have been flowing along without a care or concern, going about my chores in Easy World.

I do the family grocery shopping, usually with the largest amount of it done early on Saturday morning. A week ago, I drove to the grocery store where I start the odyssey--I shop at three stores on the average Saturday--because it is the one which opens at 6 a.m. and is virtually deserted at that hour. Plus, they are not stocking shelves as they are at my main destination store so it is less of an obstacle course.

What was unique about that drive to the store was that I did not stop all the way there. It's about four miles, and the route includes ten or more traffic lights. One, in particular, is always red if I make the three lights just prior to arriving at that intersection (hey, a computer guy has to do something with all that spare brain power when he is out of work! I track traffic signals and remember the patterns). A week ago, it was green. Heck, all of them were green either in time for me to breeze through or in time for me to slow a bit but not stop and wait.

It's exactly the kind of thing many people would miss! I noticed it because of my, uh, unique passion for such things, and because when you are in Easy World, you are much more aware of RIGHT NOW. You are not trapped in your past or wasting energy worrying about stuff which probably won't erupt into your life at all.

[Editor's note: Rick gets carried away by stuff most people find excruciatingly meh. Skip ahead if you are not fascinated by parking-lot pull-thru's]

Last week, in addition to my "make all the lights" experience, I noticed at my first stop as I drove into the parking lot that the parking place I chose was a pull-thru, which is an opportunity to pull into a spot and keep going so that you are in the spot which would have been occupied by a car facing toward you...only, there is no car there.

I like pull-thru spots because you are heading out, therefore no backing up is necessary when it is time to leave. I really don't like backing out of parking spaces in grocery-store parking lots. It's just scary, as I have thousands of pounds of metal under my control, and the pedestrian I might not see is vulnerable to significant injury if they don't see me coming and I don't know they are there.

At the first store today, I had parked in a spot, a regular spot, and expected to need to back out of it when I came out of the store. In other words, there was a car in the spot opposite me, meaning I could not pull on forward.

Lo and behold, when I come out of the store, the car which had been blocking me was gone. I had a clear path to pull forward, and then head on out of the lot without any backing needed.

Look out! The Hammer is in Easy World!!

Next stop, I see the same situation, in that the parking spot I chose has an occupied opposite spot. No problem! I'll get my stuff in the store, come back out, and the person will have left. I'm understanding all of this now. I have this figured out!

When I finish shopping, I come out to discover that the car blocking me is still there.

Oh, the agony! The car blocking me is still there.

I have fallen out of Easy World!!

Thank goodness I was able to let go of that initial impression easily. I had fallen for a Difficult World Dictator trick, which is to lure us into thinking that we are able to control/drive/predict exactly how Easy World will deliver the goods for us. Of course, we are not. If we fall for the trick and think we are in control, our first conflict with reality will sell us that the DWD was right. Life is not easy! It is hard, hard, really hard.

Wrongo, moosebreath!

Easy World is totally autonomous when it comes to playing out how something happens when we are there to witness it. Think about it! If the way to Easy World is paved with ALLOWING tarmac, you gotta know that allowing is a required action in order to stay put in easy, breezy, lemon-squeezy, twice-as-nonsneezy world.

That's where I had booted myself to the curb. I had decided that my first experience of the day, where the opposite car was gone when I came out, would be replicated at store # 2.

When my expectation wasn't met, when the car opposite was still in the way and I had to back out, I doubted at first. Practice in this tricky "allowing" thing made it possible for me to get over myself and continue on my route. Before I had traveled even six blocks, I was rewarded with another light sequence made which normally is red, and I noticed a traffic policeman on the side of the road awaiting speeders in time to make sure I was at a legal speed (not that good, law-abiding Rick would *ever* exceed the posted limit!).

Every single item on the grocery list my lovely wife had made was found with ease and acquired without the slightest difficulty. This is not always the case! Do you think it is easy to find free-range, organic spring mix? Most of it is grown in captivity, not allowed to roam. [grin]

Bottom line: Easy World thrives on residents which allow it to do its work, to provide exactly what is needed at exactly the proper moment with exactly no drama at all.

We are the source of all of our drama! When we allow our lives to unfold while, at the same time, holding to our passions and seeking their expression, we are in a sweet spot, a divinely designated place, a matrix I like to call Easy World.

Our Baby!

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Wed, 04 Aug 2010 10:49:00 +0000

Sometimes, a baby is born who simply demands that you get out of the way before said baby steps on some part of you and makes you cry.

Then, after the baby has tromped through the house and gone outside by making a baby-shaped hole in the wall, you cry.

Julia and I celebrated our baby's first walk outside, admiring the hole in the wall, at about 9:30 last night.

Here is our first baby picture.

Allowing, allowing, allowing

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 11:06:00 +0000

Anyone who stops by here more than once a year is aware that my delightful and exquisitely beautiful wife, Julia Rogers Hamrick, finished writing her second book quite some time ago. Through the quiet auspices of the very reality matrix which is the subject of the book, we found an agent, and then a publisher, and both in record time and without drama or angst.

Tomorrow is the culmination of the long journey from "We're under contract!" to "Look! You can buy the book at that store, right there, that very store!!"

August 3, 2010 will be a date which will be deeply embedded in our memories forever.

Choosing Easy World.

It's not only a book title, it is being in the very heart of an action, of choosing. Easy World is our phrase for being in the zone, being in the flow, being your Self and shining your light full-on. Choosing Easy World is deciding, consciously, to go to that place where flow is normal and miracles are everyday occurrences.

That's the coolest part of what Julia discovered three years ago, when she heard Easy World whisper to her at 4 in the morning as she tossed and turned. We can consciously choose to be there!

It is a good juncture at which to mention that Julia makes no claim to having created this stunningly joyful and peaceful reality. She simply rediscovered it. It has existed forever. In fact, it is the very infrastructure which supported the Garden of Eden.

When the Garden was no longer available to men and women, it was not gone or lost. It was waiting patiently for us to return. In Julia's first book, she discussed exactly how we can do that.

Now, with Choosing Easy World, we are given the tools and techniques, simple ones anyone can use, to facilitate that return.

I'm happy to point out that you can still sneak a peek at the book. For a few more days, you can read the first three chapters for free by giving us your name and email address. If you want to sign up, get the free chapters, and remove yourself from our mailing list, we're fine with that! Just click the link which we include in every message we send which allows you to remove your info from our list. We will be sad, but we will get over it.

It's up to you now. You can choose Easy World, even doing so at no cost whatsoever, or you can choose to keep doing things the way you have been doing them. If that's been working for you, great! If not, give Easy World a shot.

Julia Rogers Hamrick interviewed by Káren Wallace

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 17:07:00 +0000

Check this out!

My good friend Káren Wallace, she of http://thecalmspace.com and my buddy from Joyful Jubilant Learning, sat with Julia in a virtual space filled with joy and laughter.

This is the resulting chat.

Enjoy!

Death, that's all you got?? I scoff at your cowl!

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 11:18:00 +0000

How do we deal with the tender horror, the awful truth of our approaching departure? We're all dying. It is the inevitable end to the achingly beautiful adventure we are born into.

There are a million tactics which folks choose. Some seek to deny that they are ever leaving. Some spend their entire lives in fear of that final day. Most find a middle ground between the extremes, doing the best they can even as, deep inside, they acknowledge the temporary nature of the experience. We're only visiting.

Randy Pausch, the Carnegie-Mellon professor who was diagnosed with terminal cancer shortly before he gave a lecture in a series which was supposed to be an imagined "Last Lecture", what the featured speaker opines as the most-important message to pass along to those in the audience, is an amazing resource when one considers this topic.

This morning, I was guided to watch a series of videos, some of interviews he did with Diane Sawyer--meeting her is on my personal bucket list--and some snippets from the Last Lecture itself, an event which became a Youtube video which has been viewed millions of times.

What sticks after all that video viewing is this: the man was insanely stubborn. His persistence in staying with a lifelong commitment to having fun teaches me that I'll be okay. I'm only half as stubborn as was Randy Pausch when it comes to having fun.

He said this:

"Don't tell people how to live their lives. Just tell them stories, and they'll figure out how the stories apply to them."

...and this, specific to his addiction, his marvelous addiction:

"I don't know how to not have fun. I'm dying and I'm having fun. I'm going to keep having fun every day I have left."

And, as powerful a message in a sentence as he ever gave, he said this:

"I've never known a situation which anger made better."

Randy Pausch died two years and three days ago, on July 25, 2008.

That's not the end, of course. I have to decide what to do with the inspiration which Mr Pausch delivered to me this morning, more than two years after he died.

Today, I will have fun. This is not an intention. This is a freakin' guarantee. I only used "freakin'" as a polite gesture. That's not the word I would use in adult conversation.

Today, I will work intensely and with full energy and a big-ass smile on my face to alert more and more people to the amazing opportunity they have just in front of them.

"Just in front" means right now, not a month or a year from now or "when I get the the promotion" or "once the kids are grown" or "when we can make time for it" or any other excuse we are using to postpone our joy.

See, that's the magic of knowing we are dying. It's the sweetness of life today balanced by the sadness of the end which is coming. It is that balance which works best for me. I need the slightest hint of salt to perfect the ideal chocolate taste. The knowing can impart a certain determination to move now, not when the circumstances line up exactly as our fearful little selves insist they must. We have all day, but we don't have forever.

Odds are very high that today is not my last dying day. I'm confident that I am not, today, already in the 37-day countdown which my buddy Patti Digh has used to frame her work in the world. But what if I were? Am I doing anything today which I would not do were I to learn that I will die in two weeks? In five days? Today?

Nope.

Today, I will spend every creative spark born in me to help people learn of my wife's mission in life. Why? In the small, human sense, in order to sell books. In the broader, what's-in-it-for-all-of-us sense, I do this work because it will help people. Lots of people. It will help people in ways that Julia and I have never considered. It already has, and it is not born, officially, until next week.

That's what I will do today. If I see tomorrow, that's what I will do then, as well. That's far enough to project for right now.

What will you do today? Why will you do those things? Are they what you would be doing if you knew your remaining time was finite and the end was approaching?

I want, more than anything, to feel at the end that it has all been worth it. That's all. If the end is today, I'm good to go.

Easy? Not easy? Who chooses?

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 16:21:00 +0000

I was struck this morning by the delightful juxtaposition sent to me as a result of a Google thingy which tells me when the phrase "Easy World" is discovered on the internet.

Take a look.

As you can see, two different folks have quite different opinions. Jill says it isn't an easy world to live in. Greg, on the other hand, finds that it is an easy world to live in right now.

Who is right?

They both are.

Here's how it works.

Every single one of us has a choice to make, each moment, about what kind of experience we are going to have. If we choose to see things as hard, harsh, dangerous, and scary, that's what we will find as we live out our day.

If we choose to see the entire universe as our creative playground, a place we can make fun stuff and meet fun people and flow Love all day long, that's what we are going to see.

What do you choose, right this instant?

Michele Woodward: I Am Not Superwoman

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Sun, 25 Jul 2010 16:39:00 +0000

Michele Woodward has compiled a powerful and intelligent look at life, at happiness, and how the two are actually quite compatible if given the chance to work together. Her book, "I Am Not Superwoman: Further Essays on Happier Living" is a collection of 40 essays written over the past couple of years which originally appeared on her blog, Life Frameworks.

Right from an early essay in this book ("Mama Ain't Happy"), Michele emphasizes the importance of being real with yourself in order to enjoy the fullness life has to offer. And, she got me right away by mentioning "...my fabulous guy readers" who she enlists to help the women they love. I read lots of stuff written purportedly for women--the writers are often more willing to be vulnerable and advise from a place of cooperation rather than the Mount of High Advice Most Professional which many guys come from--and I appreciate it when the writer acknowledges the few who are reading who are not women.

Michele gets it. She understands that, while it is seldom spoken of, we all aspire to a greatness which hides our faults. She espouses a different greatness, one which exalts our strengths while acknowledging our weaknesses. Not Superwoman or Superman, just the happiest, most-fulfilled "us" we can be, and we get there by doing lots of what we love to do.

Here's the thing: Michele's version of great is sustainable. Any attainments built on a false impression are not. Michele's concepts are life-fulfilling and energizing. Coming from an invented persona is depleting and depressing. Pretty clear choice!

She includes essays on the Important, the Mundane, and the mundane things which turn out to be vitally important. What I love about this collection are the many ways of connection which are offered the reader. Different people will discover their own "Aha!" moment in different places within the covers of the book.

For me, the essays which address the topic of getting unstuck--and there are half a dozen which touch on this to a greater or lesser degree--proved to be the most helpful.

Still, the overarching message, and what I wish to close my little review by focusing on, is that fear is not where we must stop, but a road marker we can note as we fly right past it. Love is the destination, the fuel for the vehicle, and the connecting bond with all those close to us.

When we learn to become aware of how fear is controlling our decisions, we can face the fear which underlies the made-up nonsense we pretend is our justification, walk toward it to see its true, scaredy-cat nature, and become enamored with Love as fear's replacement in our lives. When we start in a place filled with Love, our choices are easier, less complicated, more powerful in moving us forward, and we can provision a happy life for ourselves and for those we come into contact with.

And, while this is not something Michele directly addresses, when I become happier and more fulfilled, I provide unspoken permission for anyone who sees or knows me to do the same. This is how things get better for all of us: one happy person at a time, influencing others to reach for that state by letting go of fear and becoming Love.

I heartily recommend Michele's new book, and if you are not already reading her blog, check it out. I read it regularly.

Ustream: going with the flow

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Wed, 21 Jul 2010 15:06:00 +0000

Last night was our first experiment, at least first public experiment, with Ustream webcasting. My delightfully fearless wife, Julia Rogers Hamrick, spoke for an hour on one aspect of Easy World and how it can be dealt with by one and all. You can watch her talk here.

We're having a blast preparing for August 3rd, the launch date of Choosing Easy World.

Come play with us!

Choosing Easy World

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 13:07:00 +0000

As we kick off the last two weeks preceding the launch of Julia Rogers Hamrick's new book, Choosing Easy World, we have created a contest which will result in some random entrant winning a $300 gift card. Lots of other prizes, too!

If you like to play on Facebook or Twitter, you can get additional entries in the contest by helping us get the word out.

Twitter, enter via this link -- http://wildfireapp.com/twitter/233/contests/46677 -- and then tweet using the special link which will be yours alone and is given to you on that page. When your tweeples enter, you get additional contest entries, too!

Facebook: go to Julia's fan page (http://www.facebook.com/pages/Julia-Rogers-Hamrick/355243384767) and you can enter there. You can also invite your friends from the same entry page.

Come play with us!

Presence? All it takes is a toe

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Tue, 20 Jul 2010 12:49:00 +0000

My buddy Kelly of Kikipotamus the Hobo is a consistent blogger, making her quite different than I am. Yes, I am capable of it--heck, I wrote every day during the month of June because I had committed to doing so--but it's just not a passion of mine. Love to write, not so clear on writing on any set schedule.

I am, though, a consistent reader. Kelly writes in such an accessible style about matters of interest to me that I find her blog irresistible.

Just yesterday, she made the point that, by awakening earlier than is her norm, she was able to greatly influence the way her entire day went. Everything happened in more of a flow than it sometimes does, and she noticed that she felt more present, more in the life she was living all day long rather than running along side it.

My own technique, recently experienced, was not intentional, but it has worked very well.

A week ago today, I stubbed a toe which was still recovering from a vicious stubbing of some months back. I don't know how common it is to abuse one's fourth toe, but that's the one which has suffered repeatedly at my hands. Well, not 'at my hands' but you know what I mean...more like, 'at my furniture.'

It was not pretty (note to self: no photos!).

Here's the thing, though. For every minute I have been ambulatory this last week, I have carefully paid attention to what was going on around me. Admittedly, I was most attentive to anything on my right side which required negotiating my right foot around. Still, I have noticed, again and again, how present I have felt, and more deeply than is typical.

I find it a curious irony that my own Self, that larger-than-Earthsuit part of me which is not only my guiding light when I am smart enough to allow it to be, but my always-on connection to All That Is, is more available to me...because of a stubbed toe.

There's a lesson in here somewhere, and I'd welcome your opinion as to what it might be, exactly. All I know is, I am deathly afraid of even touching my offended toe in any sort of offhanded way to anything I have not already calculated to be softer than baby's breath--and I'm talkin' actual breath from babies, not something you embellish your rose bouquet with--and that fear has helped me be fully in the moment for most of the last week.

It has been a startlingly amazing week, too. Crazy, in-the-flow stuff has happened in both the mundane--traffic lights I have never made in ten years, I suddenly find green as I approach--and in the spiritual/ethereal. Serendipitous events are commonplace, and stuff just seems to line up if I allow it the leeway to do so. My efforts are more about allowing than they are about striving to complete tasks.

Yes, some of this is a consequence of simply paying more attention to what is happening right before my eyes. Like the day recently which opened with this, less than 30 minutes after sunrise----->

...followed by this, same day, about 13 hours later!
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My bottom line is not dependent upon cause, but upon outcome. We can each believe whatever suits us, and what we experience will likely reflect much of the energy of that belief system. I have learned what works for me--what actions and attitudes on my part result in the outcome I find preferable--and I have been experiencing more of it with my stubbed toe than without.

For next week, my goal is to learn the same kind of presence without having to abuse any part of my body. We'll see how it goes.

Hanging Lake

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 12:04:00 +0000

You can rest easy, as this is not about to become a travel-and-leisure site.

Still, I am willing to post stuff which would smack of that genre if it is applicable.

Hanging Lake is such an amazingly anomalous place, an almost-tropical environment encapsulated in a high desert.

It is something like 60 miles from Vail to Glenwood Springs, the last fifth of that journey one which is so magical that we talk about it still today, more than ten years since we lived it.

The few, the proud, the East Mexicans

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Mon, 05 Jul 2010 12:30:00 +0000

I live on a street named East Mexico Avenue. Some years back, one of my neighbors had a great idea: what if we invited
everybody in the neighborhood to do a citizens parade on the 4th?

It took a couple of years to catch on, but as you can see in this video, our little part

of southeast Denver took to the streets. We took back our country by calmly answering all the naysayers with bagpipes and a screech now and then from our friendly Denver patrol car!

America: love it, or tell us what's wrong so we can get about fixing the broken parts.

It's not much of a slogan, but it's all I've got at 6 a.m. after being up late watching fireworks last night.

PS - Please allow me the goofball credits which run at the end of the video. My inner child insists on coming out to play every holiday weekend.

Life's Lessons

noreply@blogger.com (Rick Hamrick) — Sun, 04 Jul 2010 14:08:00 +0000

Have you ever noticed that people say, "Hey, wait a minute!" a lot when you deliver to them some news which is startling or otherwise impactful?

There's a reason! When we are faced with something unexpected, our natural response is to ask for a brief timeout as we consider the consequences of that event.

This is a wonderful lesson to learn: when faced with a challenge which is new or puzzling or causes severe brain cramping, first pause.

We each have two different systems which deal with the stimuli coming into us. One, the autonomic, processes things as close to the source of the stimulus as possible. Thus, we don't have to think about jerking a hand away from a hot stove--the nerves themselves create that jerk-your-hand-away response. No thinking needed.

When we are brought into a situation where the stimulus is less emergency-like and more a challenge to our cognitive brains to puzzle over, we have the luxury of deciding how much thought to devote to the issue and for how long.

Here's where experience comes in.

Once you have been through this event-processing procedure a few thousand times, you develop habits. With any luck, the habits are based upon what has worked for you in the past. It doesn't have to be that way. Some folks base their habits on what gives them some juice. In other words, they respond in a way which has, in previous occurrences, boosted their ego. That's fine, but it can easily result in a less-than-satisfactory conclusion when the attention is paid to ego instead of toward growth.

Let's say you are mature enough to see when your ego is doing its best to steer you one way, while your experience and considered thoughts take you another.

You will have learned that, all things being equal, your best decision is made as late in the game as you can make it. It's not about procrastination or inability to decide. It's about optimizing the amount of information you have in your hands upon which to base your decision.

Coming to this awareness, the acknowledgement that patience is rewarded, is usually not easy. Younger folks actually have brain function which includes their emotion centers in virtually all decisions, while folks over 30 tend to employ those areas of the brain less when the event under consideration doesn't warrant it.

It's no mystery, given the known physiological differences in brain function, that teenagers tend toward emotive responses, and their grandparents tend to smile ever so slightly and nod, and say something like, "It's not the end of the world. Next year, you won't even remember this crisis."

Where we are going in this little talk is to the place named Patience.

Patience is something which is qualitative and quantitative. There is a quality to the patience of the old person, the willingness to wait in peace, which is absent for most people who are younger.

Just as illustratively, folks who have been on the planet a long time tend toward being okay with awaiting an outcome, even if it takes a long time.

How does this apply as a life lesson for those who are just now beginning to ask questions about life?

It may not apply at all, as all advice from folks who, like me, are older than your parents and full of advice yet seldom find a willing and attentive audience, is subject to tossing.

On the other hand, you may read this and think, "Huh. There may be something to this."

For those of you who have had that thought, think it again, and then again. If you let it sink in even a little, it will help you a lot.

The inspiration to begin this new series (more info here as each post is born) comes from Abubakar Jamil, and thanks to him for being my Easy World agent even if he has never heard of it!