“At least it’s Friday,” a teacher once said to me, “Anyone can get through a Friday.”
What this meant to me? Soon we will have no responsibility for anyone but ourselves, soon we will not have to answer to student, parent, administration or peer. And…bonus!…we don’t have to rise on Saturday morning to return to this environment.
I, a parent of many, responded with a polite smile. You don’t know my world.
In my world back then, Friday meant the beginning of a weekend of compromises– child and teenager needs vs. family and parent needs. These negotiations had a huge impact on the quality of my life in the moment and on the quality of my relationships over time. Many adults advised: Let them do what they want or Just say NO! I did not listen to the adults. I listened to the young adults and children. I offered compromises.
I asked myself:
What do we lose when we decide we will not listen? We will not compromise?
What is the quality of our relationships when we decide we are giving up?
or decide we’re going to say NO, over and over, until the requests stop coming?
“My indigestion is caused by the process, not the outcome, by the limited perspective, not the outcome. ”
I woke to news today of a teacher’s strike ended by government order, not negotiation. My stomach has been a-jumble with the first sip of coffee.
I’m not surprised at the impasse, at the breakdown of negotiations. I’m not surprised at the decision by the government to avoid arbitration by invoking the notwithstanding clause– essentially a veto power given to provinces in the Charter of Rights and Freedoms, to be used in extreme cases. Renegotiating contracts with government employees (teachers) is not an extreme anything; it is a responsibility and a duty. Employees of the government are employees of the people. The government is employed by the people. The people have been patient with the government and the teachers, letting the process happen.
Will the people remain patient? How will the people respond? How will we get through this day??
The majority of our elected government officials and the premier of our province, Danielle Smith, has decided they can’t get through a Monday or any other day of the week or weekend without turning towards measures of authoritarianism.
In our province’s family, it appears Danielle Smith is either a Queen of Hearts from Alice’s nightmare– Off With Their Heads!– or a woman with her heart governed the powerful around her– Let’s see what will happen if we go beyond our power…if you take a hit, we have your back…
What havoc do we invite into our lives with the unwillingness to listen, to compromise?
“Whatever you hold, hold it lightly. Allow what is held to breathe, to communicate, to change and evolve.”
Blue whale…songs/communication can be heard thousands of miles away…
Today I meditated with the sounds of a blue whale’s communication- a deep resonant hum, sometimes a fluttering sound (highly recommended strategy in a stressful situation).
As I listened and truly attended to the physical vibration in my ears and in my whole body, calm rose, concern lessened:
The stomach indigestion: a holding on and a letting go feeling (literally!) evened out.
The story of good vs. evil, of right vs. wrong, of fight vs. faint or flee began to fade.
This is the reality sunk in: we are in a cycle of push and pull, of force opposing force.
A sense of deep care emerged in the chest area.
Clarity arrived.
How to get through a day: A process.
Await what wants to be revealed.
Allow the information: bad news, good news, stomach ache, conflicting opinions/beliefs: don’t turn away.
Accept reality: listen and hear and understand both sides of anything.
Attend to the desire for balance. Take action from the place of deep care.
My attending action: I felt the conflict. I felt through the conflict. I talked to two teachers, one retired and one in the middle of everything. I heard their despair, their anger, their frustration, and their belief in the role of public education in a compassionate and wise society. I watched the process from the government’s late night session (a process which limited debate to only one hour). I sent letters from my heart. Letters of understanding the difficulty of negotiations at a time when it appears the easiest and best course of action is to act from a position of authority. Letters of understanding the importance of considering not just one year or four years into the future but decades, generations. I sent letters I believed communicated a deep level of care, for all concerned. I wrote this blog post. I am open to hearing any other action I might take to assist in bringing balance, equanimity, sanity to the reality I am living with…
Already I hear the voices of doubt and derision from both sides of the argument. This response is not strong enough. They will run right over you/us. We are doomed. We have no better options.
How do we calm the escalation of aggression? One human. Another human. Another human. Another human. All of us humans listening to blue whale communication, remembering our humanity. Re-membering our humanity.
The process for getting through a day may need to be shared far and wide. Thank you for reading.
“Balance. Balance. Balance. Balance.”
