Divided No More

Frozen DurianIt’s been about 6 weeks since I arrived in Thailand. Landing in Chiang Mai continues to feel like home. Close to the mountains and the jungle. In the middle of Thailand’s agricultural land. I’ve never seen such a huge variety of raw cooking materials in my life. From Europe to South America, Southeast Asia is an absolute culinary delight. I am getting great pleasure from cooking the foods that call to me on a daily basis. So much fun!!

Termination or Retirement?

I remember watching my mother as a child work 60+ hours a week. Only to come home, one long day after another, upset, that she had to discipline her boys who did not perform their chores and cook dinner for the family. There was no way I was going to live this life. While money is necessary for survival, I did not put the importance on it as many did. I had my eye on retirement at 55 years old. And, whallah, here I am, doing just that.

After 25 years of employment, this week I have sent my letter of resignation, termination, retirement to the college. It is not without mixed feelings. I have devoted a quarter century of my life to teaching students culinary arts and hospitality management. Supporting teachers in online learning, and other special projects for the college.

Why isn’t my 25 year completion called retirement? Mainly because I am not 59.5 years of age, the official retirement age. I could not hang out for any more time in academia. I have witnessed how other countries revere, honor and respect their teachers. Unlike in America.

I’m too young to retire… so resignation is how it must be. What might be next for me? Only time will tell.

Divided No More

Wheel Of LifeFor the last 15 years there have been parts of me I needed to keep separate from my teaching career. My personal vs professional growth. While at times both could be considered the same. They definitely needed to be separated.

I got divorced in 2009 (ish) and made the commitment to myself to have the most healthy and fulfilling relationships I could possibly have. This meant I was not going to leave any stone unturned. To look underneath the hood, in all the dark places. The past generational traumas, lies and betrayals, I was determined were going to stop with me.

This meant that I needed to do some things differently. The serial monogamy needed to stop. I wanted to explore other forms of relationship styles. Polyamory, open relationships, swinging, relational anarchy… anything that allowed me to fully express myself in the most genuine and authentic way… through my heart, my mind and my body.

Along the way, I learned about sexual healing through modalities like sacred intimacy, sexological bodywork, somatic sexology and other alternative relational and sexuality expressions. I found much of my own openings and healing through people supporting me via these practices. So much so, that I began my own journey as a practitioner to help others and eventually teaching in California and Canada.

Paying A Price

Spirit TempleBut there was a problem. If the board of trustees found out about this side of me, I believed that the price I would pay was I would lose my job. So I invented an online alias (Isiah @ www.wakingeros.com) and created this deliberate division in my life. Eroto-phobia is a real thing in our hierarchical society. I am one who felt that fear.

Along the way, I was able to reinvent myself as a teacher. Taking some of my practices and integrating them into the kitchen classroom. When I was teaching students proper knife handling skills, it required them to drop some old habits to acquire new ones. This was not the appropriate environment to tell them to masturbate with their unfamiliar hand, so I had to tell them to switch hands with their toothbrush.

Parker Palmer wrote “A Hidden Wholeness – The Journey Towards an Undivided Life”, where he talks about finding a way to build a bridge between our identity and integrity as adults and the work that we do in the world. He writes, “I pay a steep price when I live a divided life-feeling fraudulent, anxious about being found out, and depressed by the fact that I am denying my own selfhood. The people around me pay a price as well, for now they walk on ground made unstable by my dividedness. How can I affirm another’s identity when I deny my own? How can I trust another’s integrity when I defy my own? A fault line runs down the middle of my life, and whenever it cracks open-divorcing my words and actions from the truth I hold within – things around me get shaky and start to fall apart.”

Now, I have nothing to be concerned about. I have no job I need to worry about being fired from. I am only subject to others’ judgments and criticisms for the choices I make on how I live my life. Much easier for me to contend with.

But… Who Am I Now?

Who am I now? Am no longer my father’s son as he has passed away. I cannot be identified as my job, because I am no longer a college professor. No longer can I call myself a landlord as I sold all my rental property. I can no longer be identified by my car or my personal belongings.

Am I only identified as a social security number and a bank account in this capitalist world in which we live? Can I be identified by the service work I have performed over the last two decades as a teacher and through my hospice volunteer work?

After 55 years I have sold or given away 90% of my belongings. Stuffing what was left and what I wanted into a couple of suitcases. Why did I choose to keep my entire essential oil collection and not any of my cd/dvd’s?

Every Morning

I have awakened every morning here in Thailand happy to be here. Not having to worry about the random shootings that happened 200m from my home in Maine. Or the largest mass shooting in 2023 that happened close-by my home.

I use the words “self-policing lawlessness” to describe the social environment here. I do not see police patrol cars cruising around the neighborhoods. When outdoor shops close the owner’s tie a tarp around the place and it does not get vandalized. When a person cuts into the queue, the people tell them to wait their turn.

No doubt, I miss the support systems that were created over the last 30 years in Maine. I miss my close friends mostly. Loneliness creeps in at times. I do not miss my “stuff”. I miss my teaching but I do not miss the politics of my job.

I am confident in time I will get more and more comfortable. Especially when I move into a quieter home and as I learn how to speak Thai.

For one of the first times of my life, if not for the first time, I feel divided no more!

After 5 Years … Almost There

Historic 5-years

It’s been 5 years since I returned back to the USA from my sabbatical in Asia. That was when I became a stranger in my own country. Where I could not relate to my countries values and my belongings in the same way. My personal values changed. 

It’s been 5 years since my father moved out of his home and into the rehab center, to assisted living and into the nursing home. Dealing with a diagnosis of dementia that he didn’t think he had and had convinced some people there was nothing wrong with him. 

The last five years has been a preparation for the next chapter in my life. I have some experience of my life turning upside down. Whether it was as traditional as leaving for undergraduate college as a teen, dropping out of culinary school to live in the culinary hub of San Francisco, moving to Maine and opening a restaurant, a career move into academics, or marriage/divorce. There is another life transition happening. 

In the last five years, I’ve become pretty discouraged and disillusioned by the country in which I live. This time, this change, something seems very different. I’ve been having some trouble being able to relate to the academic system I’ve been a part of for 20+ years. The world leader in capitalism with a for profit health care system, the unaffordable housing problem is shrinking (eliminating) the middle/working class I’ve been a part of my entire life. I just cannot relate to the systems here anymore. 

What Changed?

One of the questions I am asked is “What was it about Asia that you found so appealing and that changed your perspective?”. The main answer I have is that Asia isn’t so highly regulated like the USA. The traffic signs and signals in India are mostly optional. The craziness in the streets and the markets resemble a lot of the crazy thoughts that are the human mind… not making much, if any, sense. It was after I settled into that different reality, that I realized how comfortable I was. I could make the choice between big box stores or supporting the daily fresh markets, and haggling over prices. I was finally at home. 

I chose “homestays” instead of hotels. I wanted to live with the locals and like a local as much as possible. Going to the markets, cooking and eating with the families. The way I was welcomed into others’ homes was heartwarming. Sure, there was a financial exchange. But something felt different. That it wasn’t all about the money. Hospitality was at a different level than in the USA. 

I stayed with people who had not accumulated money in the bank, no retirement fund, no fancy car. It was humble living. I was comfortable. Had the basics, and nothing luxurious. The homes were clean, I had hot water and a hot meal. What else could anyone ask for? The poorest of people never complained about their “lack”.  And express their happiness for life. The luxury was in the relating. 

Everyone looked after each other in the family unit. The young took care of the old. Squabbles and arguments were let go of for the sake of the relationship. I never experienced family values like this before. 

I developed an appreciation for arranged marriage, where couples had to learn how to love each other FIRST. Not after the “fucking like rabbits” stage. All after the initial chemistry wears off from the “love marriage” is when we  typically realize we’ve been projecting our view of the other into the relationship.

The Preparation

I’ve become rooted in Maine during the last 30 years. Maine has been holding me very well for the last 30 years. Maine, the land of the trees, has served me very well as an escape from the big cities. Lived in many places in Maine. Opened and closed businesses. A 25-year teaching career. Real Estate landlord. Many a side hustle to make ends meet. 

My life mirrored the propagandist version of the American dream. The homes. The debt. The businesses. The cars/boats. The vacations. The travel. I accumulated my share of stuff. Consumerism and capitalism has been alive and well during my life. I have been blessed by America providing for me. And my perspective has altered over the years, in my views towards the country in which I live. 

My priorities and relationship to the accumulation of material objects have changed dramatically over time. As I reflect over past times, I sure have accumulated my share of stuff. Selling, giving away and donating all my “stuff” has been a feat. All in all, I think I have done well in all respects. It’s time to pass these things along so they have a chance to breathe another life into new owners. 

The relationships I have cultivated over the years showed me so much about myself. I’ve learned a lot. Cried many tears. Many of my friendships have supported me well. Others have been outgrown. Some required letting go of. Of all the things I have to face in my life, the separation, transition, conclusion, of my friendships, lovers and close relationships continue to weigh the heaviest in my heart. 

I am amazed by the process I am going through in attempt to try to be somewhat prepared for the next chapter in my life. Getting rid of all my shit and paring down to two suitcases. (Maybe three). Selling all my stuff… the real estate, automobiles, motorbikes, workshop tools, and more. It certainly has been a process working through all this. From my attachments to specific material objects, and yielding my opinions to certain processes that I need to work within and that I have no control over. 

The Messages

In retrospect, the messages I’ve been getting throughout this process have been pretty clear. There have been plenty of bumps in the road that had me ask myself many times if I am serious about what I want to be doing. And for the most part, the messages have told me it’s time to make my way. 

The first message I got was with my job/career. Three years ago I was presented with a new job offer. I would keep my seniority within the faculty unit but had to give up the kitchen classroom. I didn’t want to give up my current job. I loved the kitchen classroom. I just didn’t like the politics that were emerging in the department and at the college. I sat on this for a week before I made my decision. I took the new job with much hesitation. In the long run, it gave me the practice I needed to retire from my job. That was the first message and the most difficult of them to live through the last 3 years.

The second one was my multi-family 3-unit real estate I had to sell. I poured 20-years of blood and sweat equity into this home. The market was 100% in my favor and I wasn’t willing to pay the 5-6% commissions to relators. I have many judgments about the real estate buying/selling process from my past experiences that make me coo-coo pants. I knew I needed to yield my personal opinions and surrender to the process. What happened couldn’t have been any more perfect.  

I had market comparisons done and made a post on Facebook. Within two days I had generated enough interest to have some showings. I was under contract within a week. No realtors. Asking price. No inspections. The buyer was a young man, and an old student of mine. One of the kindest souls that I ever met in my kitchen classroom. The process was easy. The buyer was most interested in making sure I have an easy transition into the next chapter of my life. I left most of the furniture and workshop stuff for them. I never could have imagined the process could be like this. 

Then, my car. I looked up its value in Kelly Blue Book, JD Power, Edmunds, etc. A low mileage Honda Civic. Private sale and not dealer trade in. I got plenty of low ball offers. Then I got a call from a big dealership. If my car was everything I said it was, they would give me my asking price. My first thought was that I was being played. It was a nice day and I decided to take a drive down there. The car was taken through some contraption originally designed as a bomb detection system and took 200 pictures. We went back into the dealership and looked at the pictures. Everything checked out ok. I had a check in my hands for the full asking price. Just like that.

My motorbike went the same way. Full asking price. Maybe the economy and inflation has a lot to do with the sale of these higher ticket item things. Underlying the circumstances, maybe I was being asked to see the bigger picture? I was grateful things were unfolding as they were. I realized it was only my own resistance causing the most problems for myself. 

Lastly, I made a call to my father. To tell him I was planning on leaving the country again. Thanking him for being one of my best teachers. Inspiring me to follow my dreams. That I wouldn’t be in this place in my life without him. He passed away unexpectedly several days after that conversation. I no longer had to be struggling with what to do for him. The timing was uncanny. Realizing life can be taken away from us at any unforeseen minute. 

What’s Next?

The million dollar question that most everyone is asking me… What are you going to do when you move to Thailand? Are you going to work? You are too young to retire. Maybe you will meet a nice lady? 

My answer is simple. I am giving myself the best gift I know. To live into life’s mystery and face the fear of the unknown. To allow my life to unfold in front of me without any major plan. I’ve had a plan and the drive to fulfill the plans I wanted my entire life. I have some ideas of what I want to do. Continuing to be of service to humanity, relationships with integrity & communicative openness is my central driving force for what I want to be doing. I have faith the rest will fall into place from there. 

More to be revealed… 

 

What is a Good & Flourishing Life?

This is one of the big questions occupying much mind space and time in my contemplations. With my father’s passing, a 25 year teaching career, and a new chapter beginning these questions remain active. What I considered a good life 10 or even 20 years ago is different from what I consider a good life today. 

Am I living a flourishing life? How could I develop my life in such a way that will create a more favorable environment for growth? What does it mean to be living a good life? 

There are so many different interpretations describing what a flourishing life is. Across the years of human existence, Jesus, Moses, Allah, Buddha, Dalai Lama, Mohammed have taught about what a life worth living should entail. They all have different interpretations and experiences describing what a life needs to be a good life… a life worth living. 

Every individual has a definition and desires of what a good and flourishing life might look like. Success, career, Money, Materialism, Family, Friends, Love, being of service, and more. Many components to consider when looking at what it means to be happy with the life worth living. 

External Validation

For much of my life I had my eyes on the “prize”. A clear direction of what I wanted to do with my life and the goals I wanted to attain. A treasured quality that my father instilled in me. I didn’t care much about how people thought of me around things I did or wanted to do. At least, so I thought, until recently. 

I have been able to feel the youngster inside of me. This child has been searching for and fighting to get mothers love for most of his life. The validation that would tell him he is a good boy and can do anything he wants to do. It’s a similar, if not the same, external validation the adult me has been looking for. In achievement acknowledgments from my career, colleagues and organizations. I’ve been looking for some kind of external validation that would tell me I have achieved a level of accomplishment and it’s acknowledgement that I have done something in my life. Maybe, if I got that recognition, I’d be able to say the life I am living is worthy of existence. That I am living a good and flourishing life. 

I am ashamed and disappointed. Ashamed I am less than a perfect man that my mother wanted me to be. Disappointed that the government job I’ve been in for a quarter century isn’t giving me the pats on the back and the newspaper write ups on the exquisite job I’ve been doing. After wallowing in my self created misery, I realized I needed to live by my own intrinsic nature. My own personal values and things in life that have been, are, and remain interesting to me. 

It was from that realization where I am able to alter my life. I can focus on finding and cultivating deeper relationships with people. Because I have that deeper connection to myself. Making my life more meaningful. Yet, when I was feeling I wasn’t getting the pat on the back or some sort of external validation that I “deserved”, I got angry.  At all the external forces and myself. I felt like I needed to fight for my right to receive something that wasn’t freely given. The shame and disappointment cycle continued. 

If only…. I could design the world around me. To a particular self serving configuration that I wouldn’t be so at odds with. Because changing ourselves is hard to do. If the world would change to the way I wanted it to be, I could hold the world more accountable than the vision I have for the life I want to pursue. 

But I don’t want to be a rat in a maze I create for myself. I guess I have to deal with the part of me that does not want to have the discipline to make the changes within myself. I don’t want to be the guy who plays the victim and who blames the world for all the problems I’m not willing to look at within myself. 

Overcoming Ignorance

The Dalai Lama talks about Buddhism having many practices of powerful medicines for dealing with the different counterproductive emotions we experience. Underneath these “illnesses”  is a single cause, to overcome the “ignorance of the true nature of things”, such as the Law of Nature. Therefore, “practices that teach us how to overcome that ignorance undercut all afflictive emotions. The antidote to ignorance addresses all troubles. This is the extraordinary gift of insight.”

I’ve been a seeker for most of my life. What are these “truths” or the “true nature of things” the Dalai Lama talks about? I am one rolling wave in the ocean and you are the other. You can look across the vastness of water at my wave and still not see me in the way I see myself to be. But the water we exist in together is all one ocean. 

Consciousness creates the illusion that “I” am this particular self-aware, unique, and different wave and “you” are another one. But all that exists is the same expanse of water. We are just temporary structures riding this particular piece of the whole, subject to one of the many “true nature” laws. This one being pointed out is, “cause and effect”.

All of our self created judgments / perceptions of people and things around us are “dependent arisings”. The belief that everything in existence is because other things are. The idea that everything is interconnected and that everyone affects everyone else. 

All of our thoughts are temporary and of a single process, misconceiving the true nature of ourselves and all things. These self created perceptions are counterproductive thoughts, judgments and emotions based on ignorance of the true nature of things. It becomes a cyclical existence dealing with and dispelling these persistent illusions BEFORE any afflictive and bad behaviors show up. 

The idea of meditation is to develop a disciplined attentiveness to the surrounding world and our own perceptions of it. The Dalai Lama says, “All counterproductive emotions are based on and depend upon ignorance of the true nature of persons and things… If we undermine the ignorance that misconceives the true nature of ourselves, others, and all things, all destructive emotions are undermined.”

The Dalai Lama also says this practice cultivates compassion. As we loosen our attachment to ourselves and to cyclic existence, we increase our compassion for the other consciousnesses riding along this process. We see that they (and we all) are also burdened with the persistent illusion of “I” and “my.” They, too, struggle with afflictive emotions and counterproductive behaviors. When we really, consistently see the illusion for what it is, we’re able to have compassion for all who suffer under its spell: ourselves, those we love, those to whom we are indifferent, and even our enemies.

I’m not sure I have a lifetime left to master this practice. But the Dalai Lama promises… “Be willing to familiarize yourself with this attitude, taking on yourself the burden of protecting all sentient beings from all problems; do it repeatedly and with regular analysis. Your empathy will be so great that it will suffuce your entire being. Without any desire for reward, your aim will be solely the development of others, never disheartened or discouraged in your task.”

I will practice

Interior / Exterior

It’s insane to think that we can (re)create the exterior world to match our internal values. It’s just as insane to think the outside world can dictate and define what it means to be living a flourishing and good life. No amount of outside appreciation, love or affection can tell us we are living the life that we want. Just like there is no amount of money or material things that can tell us we have found success in living the good life. 

I look in the mirror. What is the first impression I see? What is the first impression when I look at others? Take a closer look. Am I drawn to get a closer look or is that first impression telling me I’ve seen enough? Letdown? Good from afar but far from good?

Some people, myself, and parts of my life will never be more attractive than the first time I look at them. It’s in that first time where my hopes are at the highest and fulfillment is at its peak. This wide angle lens may be the only time some people and parts of my own life will look the best. Some relationships will look best in that wide angle, more impressive in the first impression. 

And then some people and parts of our lives look more appealing, more attractive, the more we see them. The closer we look. The deeper we dive. When our hopes are highest and desire for fulfillment is energized. In this way, things will always look better the more clearly we can see them. In close-up. With more definition, frequency and intimacy. 

Looking to overcome my own ignorance of judgmentalism, projection of the past and missing the bigger picture. Developing some discernment of whether what I am seeing is what true nature is all about, or if I am seeing things from the projections through my small self. Practicing seeing through the “I”, the self created perceptions. To see the bigger world around me. Getting out from under my own suffering. 

Cultivating empathy and compassion to hold others in theirs. Without needing to get anything back in return. I will develop the skill naturally by practicing just this. No amount of external validation or materialism will come close to this kind of fulfillment. The good life. Seems easier said than done. 

A good and fulfilling life is in service to others, getting out from under the rock of our own suffering, seeing the empathy and compassion we can have for others and the world around us. 

IkigaiLiving Our Gifts, Our Legacy

I loved the work during the course of my lifetime career in restaurants, hospitality, teaching and culinary arts. I loved creating. I loved the long hours. I loved the pleasure I was providing to others’ taste buds. I loved getting lost in the many cultures and cuisines. I loved teaching students to find their passions. I loved the work, the sweat, the process and all the dirty dishes. I was my own man. Following dreams and desires. 

All the roles I was playing were contributing to the story that was my life. The celebrity chefs I worked for, the restaurants I helped open, the students I was teaching. I was more than just a chef, a cook, a teacher. The many things I was doing in my personal life and professional career created a full life for me. It was wild, edgy, dangerous, consequential, lively. 

I laughed loudly, cried harder, loved bigger, loathed deeply, and felt more in all the areas my life was taking me during the course of my life. I became all of the dimensions of my life. I was more than the man I was seeing in the two dimensional mirror and more of a man who thought he needed external validation. 

I was more alive in all the roles that I played in my career than I was in my life. The way our society and culture defined my profession(s) seemed more vibrant than the actual story I was living in my own life. It’s time to make a change. Time to get rid of these societal filters and make my own life my favorite role to play. It’s time to catch the hero I have been chasing all my life. 

As I approach the next chapter of truths for me to cross, I know for certain that my life will recalibrate again. My close circle of chosen family and friends will continue to be at the core of whatever I choose to do. I will practice in my interior world to get out of my small self so I can see and live into the natural laws and universal truths in life. I will operate from the standpoint where I will choose not to engage in any intellectual discussion or philosophy as to how or how much to love, protect and guide my fellow human travelers in life. 

This… a good and fulfilling life! 

The End Of An Era – My Father’s Passing – April 2024

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Life’s Transition Point

I sit here at one of the many transitions my life has offered to me. A time where a line is drawn in the sand, behind me is the life I can reflect upon and in front of me is a great mystery and the unknown life I will create after. It is the end of an era, my father passed away unexpectedly the other day. His death comes along with mixed emotions and a lot of relief and closure.

There is a completion when life comes full circle to death. It is a fact of life that we all will have to deal with. I certainly am stirring with feelings ranging from anger to grief and sadness. What I do know after 20+ years of hospice volunteer work is how grief works on its own terms. All I know how to do is sit and be as present as I can with what is at the moment and await the next turn in the road.

There is duplicity and duality in our existence with many different perspectives. My father had his wonderful and beautiful traits, as well his dark side that he hid so extremely well. We all have a light and dark side to ourselves. As wonderful as I feel about the positive things my father brought to my life, I think it is just as important to illuminate some of the darkness that surrounded him, so that nothing of my father’s existence become a hungry ghost. My intent for this writing is to allow the full and complete man of my father into existence. As above, so below… as within, so without. In complete and perfect balance, holding him with the upmost positive regard.

In Honor Of My Father

My father, Jay, was a happy-go-lucky guy who was full of positivity, loved living life, and always had a smile on his face. It was not uncommon for him to run into people he knew wherever he was, anywhere in the world. He greeted all strangers as his next soon to be best friend. My cousin Steve Leavitt puts it so well, “I will always feel the light from Jay’s smile and heart and his fearless inspiration to carve an individual path through this world”. My cousin Janis Newcomen also says it like it is, “I always had a good feeling about your dad as he had one of the loveliest smiles and often a twinkle in his eyes”.

Yosemite

Jay loved the outdoors. When he was 17, in a radical act of defiance, he escaped some of the craziness in his own family and with a bunch of friends, drove to Yosemite from Chicago before he left for college. It’s a story of courageousness he frequently came back to over the years. Some of my fondest memories with my father include being in nature. Places like Alaska, Arches National Park, Acadia National Park, white water rafting, being a ski ambassador for the Aspen Ski Company, tending to the apple orchard, and winter camping in Wisconsin. He even built his home on the side of a mountain in Colorado where he could take in the beauty of the Rocky Mountain’s majesty every day.

I was turned on to my father’s love for music at a young age. Jay had accumulated some vinyl records and cassette tapes over the years. I remember his fondness for Fleetwood Mac and some jazz musicians like Chick Correa, Al DiMeola and Pat Metheny. I was lucky enough to have experienced a couple of live concerts with him, and in various forms of altered states of consciousness .

Concert On The Pier – Palpable Joy

My father was full of creativity and expressed it being an artist at his core. As a young man he began creating. From string art, watercolor painting, photography, and carving marble. He poured his creative outlet into his career as an architect. He didn’t do well in a traditional 9-to-5 job. And when his jobs began not working for him, he resigned. Always following his desires and what he wanted to do. Dealing with the consequences along the way.

History

My father never spoke much of his parents or the kind of environment in which he grew up in. It wasn’t until later in my life that I became curious about it. I was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to dialogue with him about his family growing up to learn more about him and understand some of the ways he operated in his life.

Trying to get to know how my father was feeling… about situations and life events was a feat, if even possible. In fact, he never spoke much about his feelings at all. He compartmentalized and denied experiencing his feelings for much of his life. He learned at a young age it was dangerous and not a good idea to talk about feelings… until it became too late, and he lost his shit and blew up. His emotional unavailability was frustrating and something my mother got infuriated by.

Acadia National Park

I learned more from my father about my paternal grandmother and grandfather and the family my father grew up in. After learning more about him and his family, I got a better understanding about my own life. The issues in my immediate family started to make more sense. I was surprised to hear from him that his family was full of conflict, fighting, playing favorites, anger, alcoholism and avoidance. There was a streak of avoidance in my family as well, where people made a choice not to speak feelings and personal truths. This created an environment of omission, naturally becoming deceit. The deceit turned into lies which turned into betrayal. While this was a hard thing to come to terms with and to realize, it made sense as I was able to reflect on some of these issues in my own families’ drama that looked a lot like his.

Integration

There was a time in my own life where I was determined to stop the generational traumas as I mentioned above. Healing some of these patterns and attachments from my past was looking at me in the face. I needed to learn how to access my emotions, speak to them without shame or blame, and learn what it meant to “love well”.

A rumor had circulated that I had joined a cult as I began spending time at a retreat center in upstate New York to get free from the past’s bondage. My mother became curious enough to go to the retreat center and experience what that was all about, but not my father. Jay wasn’t so much interested in his own personal psychological growth, emotional intelligence, self-reflection, or introspection. I imagine it was just too painful for him. What I do know, he was one of those “drive-by-drop-offs” into therapy by my mother from time to time.

Inspiration

Jay inspired a lot of people to lean into their individualism. I was inspired by him to follow my dreams and not get stuck in societal norms. To make the leap of faith and take the risks to live my best life. I felt supported by my father to become the man I was always meant to be. Even if he had a hard time expressing it. He allowed and supported me to feel how I did as I explored the extreme edges of life and do the healing I needed to do to feel more grounded, complete and whole. He was an incredibly sweet man who would not hesitate to extend goodwill and his heart to someone or a charitable event… even at his own expense sometimes.

My father is one reason, if not the main reason, I will be able to leave my quarter century career as a college professor and create a new life chapter for myself. Making a new home in a place in the world where cultural values resonate with my soul. Overwhelmed with gratitude for my father and I thank for helping me achieve this possibility for myself. I am fortunate enough to have had the opportunity to verbally communicate this to him on multiple occasions before his death.

Here I sit… in the messiness of all the emotions… remembering my father and all the joy I have been able to experience with him… and all the frustrations and events I wish could be different, that I realize and know very well cannot happen. I don’t believe that everything happens for a reason but, I do believe all that happens in life is for our benefit.

I stand tall and proud as I salute my father, Jay, while his spirit has left his body, and he makes his way into the unknown mystery that we are all destined to experience someday.

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