News from Jules | 05.24.2021 | Better Together

one lesson about integrity every week

On our first conditioning hike back in April, I was nervous about my sore ankle and felt shy around so many strangers so I lagged behind the rest of the team with one of the instructors. It didn’t take long for my body and heart to start warming up.  

Within five minutes, my instructor started answering my inquisitive questions with real talk. I liked her immediately. We had covered all the big stuff in our past, present and future by the time our team stopped for lunch overlooking Mt. Hood.

During our break we practiced belaying down the hill from anchors attached to the trees. I easily repeated the sequence of steps with knots and gear because I could look and understand. But, the climbing commands repeated verbally just went in one ear and out the other. The next day at our indoor rock climbing session at the Mazamas Mountaineering Center, my instructor walked over and handed me flashcards that she made after our hike. 

With a huge “smizing” squint over my mask, I said, “THANK YOU!” just like it read on the last flashcard she’d made for my “cute little finish.”  

Six weeks later at our final practice in the climbing gym, I knew the knots and commands by heart. Now, I was ready to practice the harder stuff like falling. And the hardest stuff like trust and dependence. 

Standing on the one-inch thick and four-foot-long plywood ledge way up on the wall I hadn’t tried yet, my instructor nonchalantly leaned back into her harness and ropes just like sitting in a hammock—made only of air. Once I got up there, I immediately nudged my butt and back into the corner. I forgot my personal protection down below so we used make-shift carabiners and knots (a.k.a. the old-fashioned way that my parents climbed) to secure me to the anchors bolted to the wall. 

Throughout the program, I specifically asked the instructors not to help me unlock a tricky carabiner or fix the rope because I wanted to be capable of doing it all by myself. My Mom used to joke that I tried to change my own diaper. 

“Wait, before I rappel, can you show me how to do that?” I asked.

“Do what?” she replied.


“Lean into nothing.”

Even though I had three points of safety, the tears dripped down my face as soon as I leaned back from the wall. Defying all logic, the attachment felt insecure. My instructor, a trauma nurse and a mom, gently reassured me about how each anchor point, knot and equipment was attached, over and over, until I breathed more steadily and sniffled: THANK YOU. We both giggled.

It was not about the fear of falling. 

It was about trust. 

Depending on the anchors—set by others—and the personal protection—set by myself—for safety and support. Asking for and getting help. Being open to weakness and strength.

Of course, it’s important to be self-sufficient: Reliably staying safe and getting needs met. But, it must be balanced with interdependence. Because everyone’s choices affect the others. 

Because we are not in this alone. We are in this together.

Did I need to do the last eight weeks of intensive training, conditioning and studying with the Mazamas in order to climb Mt. Hood? No. I realize now that I could’ve just hired a guiding company to train me for a day and then get me up there. 

After essentially training by myself for 18 months, I see now it wasn’t just the dream of the mountain that kept me going throughout the pandemic. It was the dream of being better together.

As a team:

  • Sharing gear when someone forgot something
  • Looking out for hot guys for the only single person on the team (ahem)
  • Deciding not to complete the whole hike when some folks didn’t feel well
  • Walking in each other’s snowy footsteps
  • Bringing victory beers to share 
  • Quickly agreeing to postpone our summit bid for better weather*

I now fully grasp: How difficult it is, what discipline it takes, how much of a commitment, why it is such an accomplishment. 

Not only bearing witness but bearing withness.

May you lean into nothing and feel held this week.

Love,
Jules

*My climb was originally scheduled for May 24, 2021, and is currently postponed to June 3, 2021. Fingers crossed for better weather conditions. We’ll see!  


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News from Jules | 02.22.2021 | Tiny Perfect Things*

one lesson about integrity every week

It was not the first time that I was out on a Sabbath stroll in the woods only to hear a voice ask excitedly and surprisingly from closeby: “Jules?”

The Universe? Our magnetic forces? Similar weekending habits? 

Whatever the cause, last Saturday I serendipitously ran into this dear friend again. It was a double delight to love squint our eyes above our masks and receive what felt like a hug from the universe or a tiny perfect thing*from a surprisingly good teen romcom if you need a light movie night. 

At that moment I knew how much I had already recovered through my sacred day of deep rest. And how burned out I had been just days before. 

From the action-packed, snowy weekend right on into the workweek, I also had virtual class or social commitments every single night. Five weeks into this kind of schedule, my routines were frayed, my rhythm was out of sync and my attitude was threadbare.

With every basic need that fell by the wayside—eating breakfast, brushing my teeth, just putting on deodorant—each new ask in service of someone else’s need chaffed like wet cotton on a rainy run. 

No was my first reaction to most texts last week, including from that dear friend.My second response was a sigh for the obligation to respond and honor the ask. 

This irritability was one of the first symptoms of my deep fatigue that I noticed. That quickly compounded into indulging and compensating. Before I knew it, I was scraping the bottom of my survival skills. Late last week I was making lists of everything as basic as sending an email. I was micromanaging my time down to four more minutes in bed before a meeting started and I had to get up. 

I could no longer cope, or deal effectively with something difficult. Life felt like a chore, a grind, a burden. Not the privilege, the gift, the miracle that it is. 

In precious minutes on the phone with one of my long-distance best friends—a nonprofit VP and mother of a toddler herself—I rattled on and on about all of my commitments. Calmly and lovingly she listened and empathized: Wow, that is a lot, especially right now. That sounds like “Vintage Jules.”

She was right. This is how I used to live all the time and what I thought was “normal” before I started practicing Sabbath six years ago. Oops!

In the excitement of starting new things in the new year, I quickly became overextended. Then with every personal or national event—a friend’s parent passing away from cancer, the insurrection followed by impeachment trials—I crossed over “vulnerability overload.”

Plus, I forgot about the persistent low-grade stress—of natural disasters from climate change, on top of the pandemic, on top of systemic racism. 

With my friends’ insights and my body’s symptoms sounding alarms, I channeled my Nonviolent Communication learnings and asked my spirit for guidance: What was I feeling? What did I truly need?

I was exhausted. I needed rest. 

Not longer hours of sleep at night or several naps. But sacred and deep rest. 

It was that simple. 

And so, I set the intention for last weekend: go back to the basics for observing Sabbath

No work, no plans, offline. Let my spirit lead and make my body follow. Pause all passing thoughts. Meet my every and immediate need, no questions asked, moment by moment. 

Like an instant spiritual chiropractic treatment, my routines immediately reset, my rhythm found its groove and my attitude regained perspective as I realigned to the universe. 

I saw all the tiny perfect things the day had to offer.  

Like that dear friend sitting on a bench in the park and calling out to me as I strolled by marveling at the giant trees. No need to text back or arrange a call, she was right there before me! 

From one more thing to one less thing.

Hence the double delight. 

May your spirit savor some deep, sacred rest this week. 

Love,
Jules


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News from Jules | 12.07.20 | You are Always Growing

one lesson about integrity every week

In addition to bringing a baby meal and a gift to my friends recently, I shared news of my world and the world beyond their safe haven. It was our first in-person (from afar) conversation this year.​ A short break from the monotony of round-the-clock caregiving. 

​Touching on COVID, the election, the protests, my latest anti-racism learnings, I was excited to share stats and actions. This is the first year that I’ve actually paid attention and engaged with current events, which have felt like big steps in my personal growth.

​Previously, it felt too overwhelming for me to pay attention, none the less, to try and understand the implications of these events and act accordingly. Especially with the increasing rate of new information and ideas every day that makes one question everything all over again.

It was easier to shut it out than to feel it all. So that’s what I did. Until now. 

For my friend, it was the opposite. This insulated time apart—on leave from her nonprofit job, volunteer work and various social justice communities—was disorienting to be so disengaged. 

I heard what sounded like guilt about not contributing, as she protected the next generation, resting gently on her chest. I blinked wide-eyed and shook my head in confusion. 

The things we take for granted. 

The way she immediately raised her hand, offering a finger to nibble on, at the smallest squeek of the squishy face attached to her. The way she rocked side-to-side ever so slightly as we talked. The way she seemed only and completely in that moment. 

It was as if she’d always been a parent, not just for the past six weeks. 

What I heard her say: she wasn’t “doing” anything.

What I saw: she was doing a lot.

Learning a new way of being. None the less, nurturing another life. She was growing in. Just as I’m currently in a cycle of growing out. Learning a new way of being in the world. 

Living and learning. 

Not only learning new things, but remembering what is already known. 

Growth is a constant cycle. Not this linear, hierarchical version of “growing up” that we’ve normalized over here in Western culture. 

So constant it’s easy to forget, overlook, disregard. 

It ebbs and flows. Not just in and out, but around and around. Even when it feels paused. 

Even when taken for granted.

Especially when life feels disorienting. 

It’s happening. 

You are always growing. 

May you feel grace in all your growing edges this week.

Love,
Jules


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News from Jules | 09.28.20 | You Keep Going

one lesson about integrity every week

Teachers come into our lives in all forms. Sometimes they guide us through a series of insights, sometimes it’s a just-in-time encounter. That right person at that right time for that lesson. If we’re paying attention, we’ll always find the guidance we need. 

Over 15 years of practice and too many moves, I’ve collected favorite yoga teachers all over Portland. I stay in touch with many of them on Instagram — liking, tagging, sharing inspiration. I recently sent an article about how Fall is So Yin: Embracing Autumn Energy to one of my favorite yin yoga teachers in a direct message. Inspired, we set the intention to actually meet up in person around the Fall Equinox and learn what the harvest might have in store.

If the rains came, if the smoke cleared, if the fates aligned. 

Apparently the fates were very aligned. 

When we met up at the beach in Hood River, we were excited to be outside and together. Chatting about our week so far, we realized that the day before (on the actual Equinox) we both did the very same hike — within 30 minutes of each other! 

Clearly we were meant to be in the same place at the same time.

Giggling about the synchronicity and the muck between our toes, we launched the rental Stand-Up Paddleboards into the murky waters of the Columbia River, then both awkwardly stood up and started to paddle. This was her second time, my sixth.

Having paddled on the Columbia before, I felt confident and quickly sliced the oar through the still water. I chatted for several minutes uninterrupted. No response. Odd.

I looked back and saw her way behind, swerving from side to side. I stopped to wait. Finally she caught up. I wondered out loud, “Which end of your board is in the front?” 

“I don’t know,” she replied with a laugh. 

Sure enough, we realized that the fin (the rudder) was in front. She was essentially going in circles. No wonder it was so hard and she wasn’t getting very far!!

I learned this was the way life had felt all year for her (and certainly so many others). A storyline I knew well, most recently from 2018, with many lessons learned about making one’s way through really tough questions:

If you’re following the calling, why don’t things work out?

How do you feed your body and feed your soul? 

When do you give up?

You don’t give up. You keep going. 

The goofy SUP mistake reinforced a lesson she had already learned: Listening to the call and faithfully following is important. But, it needs to be aligned to its purpose. 

This is the way we keep moving, straight forward. 

This was the first and the last time I would see her this year — I learned she was moving back home to Pennsylvania to regroup. To keep going. 

Maybe one day we will practice together again. Until then we are on the journey together, in spirit and on Instagram.

May you show up as both the teacher and the student this week.

Love, 
Jules


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