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  • nancy willbern

Updated: Jun 29, 2020




ANNOUNCEMENT


I want to make a shift in my Blog posts from just me talking to more of a conversation. I have not highlighted the Comment option in the past, but I want to put that feature out there more boldly now. I would love to hear from YOU, get YOUR comments and YOUR questions.


I hear my own thoughts all the time. They rattle around in my head until I throw them on the page. In the past, I would type words into a blog post and then send them out into the ethers where they would just float away. I never really knew what happened to them. Did anybody pull them out of the air, put them in their pocket or just throw them in the trash? In response to the last couple of posts, I have gotten an actual comment in the Comment section and one from a reader who shared his thoughts with me through email. I have loved that exchange! And I want more of it! I want to know what rattles around in your head too. I want to feel more connected, to feel the synergy of an exchange. So, let's talk.


HOW TO LEAVE A COMMENT


But first, we have to get practical. This particular website design requires that you sign in before you can make a comment. BUT PLEASE NOTE: YOU ONLY HAVE TO SIGN IN ONCE ON YOUR PHONE AND ONCE ON YOUR COMPUTER. After that, you can comment automatically. That is, if you feel comfortable saving your log-in information. If you would rather not have your log-in information saved, that's cool. You will just have to sign in every time you want to comment.


Here's how this works. Some of it is not intuitive and there are slight differences on your computer as compared to your phone, so please follow the steps below for each device. I promise, this just takes 2 minutes.


Commenting from your computer:


1.) Just click on the word "Comment" at the end of the post that you would like to share your thoughts on. (Or it may say 3 Comments, for example if there are already 3 Comments related to that post. Also, disregard the comment bubble icon like the ones in the image above. That icon is just a tease.) This will automatically take you to a new page featuring that particular post again, but also showing the other posts in abbreviated form underneath that one.


2.) THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT : Scroll all the way down to the bottom of this extended blog post page and click on "Log In" to leave a comment.


4.) You will then be taken to a new page for you to "Sign In" through facebook, google or email. For the social media accounts, you will simply log in using your regular log in information, including your password for that site. (Don't worry, that information is not exposed.)


If you choose to log in through email, you will be prompted to enter your email address and asked to create a password for this site. Then click "Sign In."


5.) Then you will have the option to save your log-in information. Click "yes" or "no," at your discretion. If you click "yes," the next time you want to comment on a blog post, you will simply just click on "Comment" and that section will be automatically open for you without your having to sign in again.


6.) After you sign in, you are then free to leave your comment.


To comment from your phone:


Mobilized blog posts may start on the extended page described in step #2 above. If so, scroll all the way down that page, past all of the abbreviated blog posts and click on "Log In" at the bottom of the page. Then follow the rest of the steps, as shown above.


If you run into any snags or have questions, just shoot me an email at: nwillbern@gmail.com


MAKING THE CONNECTION


So, now that you know how to leave a comment, I can't wait to read what sparks your interest, makes you wonder, touches your heart - what you agree with or what you don't. I want this blog site to come alive, to grow organically like the exchange of pollen. Let's do this. Let's do this together.



Image byAnnalise BatistafromPixabay


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Posting Etiquette

It is important to me that this site be one that feels safe and respectful for everyone. To make sure we are all on the same page, please note:

1.) Comments shared in this space, remain in this space. Readers do not have permission to copy or shave off little bits and claim as their own -- anything anyone else has shared on either the Blog Posts or Comments - without written permission from the author.

2.) This site may not be used for partisan purposes. Disrespectful or contentious comments will be removed.

3.) The purpose of this site is to expand our awareness and open our hearts. It takes all of us to keep it within its intent.


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  • nancy willbern

Updated: Jun 27, 2020


(Marketing image for the course by this name created by Brownicity)


Ever since the murder of George Floyd and the outpouring of reactions to it, I have taken my unconscious assumptions about race to heart. I am on Week 2 of an online class to learn as much as I can about how I have contributed to a White-biased culture. This series, spear-headed by Dr. Lucretia Berry is called What Lies Between Us and is offered by a consciousness-raising educational group Dr. Berry co-founded with her husband, Nathan Berry called Brownicity. I cannot recommend it more highly. So much has already been exposed about mass illusions that have been perpetuated by the system we are all swimming in.


It's so hard to understand how so many of us could remain so asleep for so long, who couldn't see what was right in front of us. I am shocked at myself! It might help to hear about a study done back in the day with two litters of kittens. One litter was raised in a room painted with vertical black and white stripes. The other was raised in a room painted with horizontal black and white stipes. When the kittens were gown, they were released out into the normal world - no more painted stripes. Amazingly enough, the kittens raised with vertical stripes, literally could not see anything that ran horizontally. They kept bumping their heads on the foot-rails of chairs. And conversely, the kittens raised with horizontal stripes kept running into the wooden legs. We have all been conditioned by our external environments, but thank God, as humans when that conditioning gets exposed, we can choose to see more around us. This class is graciously aware of the inherent, unrecognized biases in our culture. The point is not to shame, but simply to awaken through education, connection and dialogue.



(Marketing image for the documentary by this name - California Newsreel.)


One of the important features of the series is the showing of the three-part documentary called Race: the Power of an Illusion. The film was co-created by California Newsreel and Professor John A. Powell, from UT Berkely. The film series is both thoughtful and powerful. Each segment cracks open long-cherished ideologies held in the mind and the heart. Please watch it, even if you don't join What Lies Betwen Us.


Although much of this learning experience is wrenchingly painful, I can't tell you how glad I am to have finally opened a door that I didn't even know was there. Now that I know it is there, I can't keep it hidden anymore. And, I don't want to. This recognition both scares me and excites me.


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Posting Etiquette

It is important to me that this site be one that feels safe and respectful for everyone. To make sure we are all on the same page, please note:

1.) Comments shared in this space, remain in this space. Readers do not have permission to copy or shave off little bits and claim as their own -- anything anyone else has shared on either the Blog Posts or Comments without written permission from the author.

2.) This site may not be used for partisan purposes. Disrespectful or contentious comments will be removed.

3.) The purpose of this site is to expand our awareness and open our hearts. It takes all of us to keep it within its intent.

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  • nancy willbern

Updated: Aug 2, 2020




Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack in everything

That’s how the light gets in

Musical Lyrics by Leonard Cohen

Original sentiment by Rumi



There is a crack in our Liberty Bell. What a perfect symbol to represent the fault lines that run through the very fabric of our cherished nation.


We can't overlook those fault lines anymore. They have painfully been exposed. We see the cracks. We see the shadow. We feel them deeply and part of us recoils from them. But what does it mean to own responsibility for our country's unconsciousness?


It has to start with an honest look at ourselves. I will start with me.

I am a White woman who has lived in the South my whole life. I came of age in the 60’s. I witnessed the birth of the Civil Rights Movement, the Women’s Liberation Movement and the protests against the Viet Nam War. More recently, I have been thrilled at the movement towards Gay Rights and Gay marriage. And because I lived through those historic changes and supported them, I have always felt that I was open to and accepting of diversity. I see now that that assumption is a large part of the current problem. It is a major fault-line that runs through my intellectually-based stance towards inclusion.

So, here goes - By most impartial standards, I have always been protected and privileged. In the middle of all that protected priviledge, I remember when Blacks had to drink from separate water fountains, use segregated restrooms, could not eat in “our” restaurants, go to “our” movie theaters or “our” schools. As cliché as it sounds now, especially after the movie, The Help, the truth is the closest relationship to a Black person I have ever had was with Mariah, who came to clean our family home every Thursday from the time my mother was in high school until I was a mother of two. I loved Mariah. I adored her. We had a bond. I was forever “her Bug.” But truth be told I didn’t really know much about her as a unique person in her own right. I knew the Mariah that came to our house, who drank out of a pickle jar because she didn’t feel comfortable drinking out of one of “our “glasses, who stood up at the kitchen sink to eat her lunch, who sang “The Old Rugged Cross” when she ironed our clothes and sheets and pillow cases, the one who always wore purple jeweled ear-screws in contrast to her white, starched uniform. I knew the Mariah who made sugar cookies and home-made cinnamon rolls that would melt in your mouth, the one who knew how to cut out a chain of paper dolls from our discarded Houston Post – a newspaper that she, herself could not read. And that is something I didn’t even know about her until I was in college. So, there it is, right there inside of me, a dark corner of my psyche that has hidden inside my own unconscious mind – every bit as unnoticed as our Fore Father’s schism between idealized imaginings while slaves tilled their fields. I spent every Thursday with Mariah for my whole growing up years. I loved her dearly. I loved her soul, but I didn’t know she could not read until I was 19 years old. How could that possibly be? Welcome to my own very personal and deeply humbling, unconscious shadow. This is just the beginning.

There is so much for me to learn, to be exposed to, to open to, to own about my personal level of unconsciousness. I, like our Fore Fathers don’t even know what I don’t know, but what I do know is that there is a part of me - just underneath the part of me that is afraid of what I will see - that wants to be expanded, that wants to know what it really means to be inclusive and respectful. There is a part of me that wants to see the light pouring through the cracks in my intellectual assumptions. It scares me but gratefully, it is where I am being led.

It is not my place to suggest what any of you might do to awaken more deeply into the ways that you have shared in our collective slumber. That is between you and your Sacred Connection. But the place to start, should you want to open to it, is to be still, be quiet and just get as honest as you can within yourself. Take it all in. Don’t shrink from what you see. Stay right there in the visceral grip of it all. And as you experience the gnawing pangs that will inevitably arise, then - through genuine honesty and heart-felt humility - ask to be shown where to go from there. That's how the light shines through.




PS. To those of you who noticed a great big Comment Box in the middle of Shadow Work: Part 1, please go back and read it again. The glitch has been conquered.



Stock image 272447 from Pixabay


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Posting Etiquette

It is important to me that this site be one that feels safe and respectful for everyone. To make sure we are all on the same page, please note:

1.) Comments shared in this space, remain in this space. Readers do not have permission to copy or shave off little bits and claim as their own -- anything anyone else has shared on either the Blog Posts or Comments without written permission from the author.

2.) This site may not be used for partisan purposes. Disrespectful or contentious comments will be removed.

3.) The purpose of this site is to expand our awareness and open our hearts. It takes all of us to keep it within its intent.


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