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Archive for July, 2008

Summer 2008

Monday, July 14th, 2008

August Events

Project Empower: Living into Our Full Potential

Four weekly sessions starting July 20 on Tuesday morning or evening

Changing the world one woman at a time by changing the energy
within, between, and around

Workshops and personal coaching offer a new way of living life with skills that work in all settings and situations.

A holistic program for women at Labyrinth House, 2071 Westfall Road in Brighton
$35 per session, one time fee of $25 for materials

Call Joy Bergfalk today for more information at 256-3384


Journey to the Center: Integrating the Scattered Pieces of our Lives
A Women’s Retreat at Labyrinth House

Saturday, August 9, 2008, 9:00 to 9:00 PM
Directed by Joy Bergfalk

$85 registration fee
Bring healthy food to share
Beverages provided

Call today at 256-3384 to register by phone, with credit card or check

We will be using two contemporary labyrinths — a Peace labyrinth, created by Beatrice Bateson and a Reconciliation Labyrinth by Clare Wilson, which will we be creating together

Peeking Behind the Mask: Finding the Authentic Self
An introduction to the Enneagram for Personal Self-Understanding & Transformation
and Understanding & Compassion for Others

Saturday, August 23 from 9:00 to 4:00
at St. Bernard’s Seminary in Pittsford
20 French Road (just off Monroe Avenue)

$85 registration fee (includes book, materials & refreshments)
Lunch included - Catered by Tasteology Restaurant
Registration deadline: August 18 (with a $25 non-refundable deposit)
Register with full payment by August 11 to receive a $10 discount!

Call 256-3384 to register with credit card or check.

Or click on “Shop” above and register online through PayPal.

July News

Monday, July 14th, 2008
  • On the Cameron Community Ministries front, Executive Director, Kathy Pearce has resigned to move to North Carolina with her husband and youth director, Nicole Foster, is leaving her post to pursue an education in nursing. Kathy leaves Cameron on firm financial ground and Nicole has built wonderful programs for the youth. Keep them and Cameron in your prayers. Check out www.cameronministries.org if you are interested in applying for positions.
  • Congratulations to Jessica Fagan, our social work intern who graduated from MCC with her A.A. degree and has been accepted into Nazareth College’s social work program this fall!
  • Big thanks to Tasteology restaurant for the Pay It Forward evening which provided a wonderful evening of connecting for Project Empower and some financial help as well.
  • Big thanks to Nancy Sawyer-Molina, from the Women’s Coffee Connection, for incredible direction in writing a grant proposal. Stop in for coffee and Peruvian gifts at 681 South Avenue, Rochester and say thanks or check out the Connection at www.womenscoffeeconnection.com.
  • Thanks to Johanna McKeever, volunteering 10-15 hours of her time with us this summer. Sandy Bordeau and Alison Jameson accompany us each Wednesday to Liberty Manor, providing support, exercise, dance, Tai Chi and many other gifts!
  • Jimmy & Joy are off to the Baptist Peace Fellowship of North America Conference in Montreal, Canada this week. Joy will be leading Movement for Body, Mind, and Soul, each morning, Compline (evening prayer) each night, and an intergenerational peacemaking exercise using the Reconciliation Labyrinth from South Africa. Jimmy and Joy will be presenting a workshop entitled, Loving Our Enemies.
  • Joy is scheduled to do labyrinth work at the Gardens & Grace III conference in Baltimore in September.

Profligate

Monday, July 14th, 2008

The silver maple trees in our yards are unduly profligate. Profligate, definition two: recklessly prodigal or prolific.

We finally spent a day cleaning the gutters filled with millions of helicopter seeds and maple seedlings, packed in so tightly that I finished with hands and arms scraped raw. Ouch. Why so many? Why such excess? Why such waste? I had already pulled thousands from our gardens-all these seeds and seedlings with no future!

Wild daisies are another. Thinking them cute and quaint, I introduced them into my yard years ago. I’ve given up battling their ubiquitous presence. Shameful in profusion-they’re everywhere.

And then there’s grant writing. Foundations want to see the outcomes to assure their money is being used effectively. Outcomes usually come in numbers: We know this program has been effective if ____ many people have successfully ______________. Profligate waste is frowned upon.

To my best calculation, we have worked with 67 women at Liberty Manor in the last year. What difference have we made? How many are now clean and sober, moving in a positive direction in their lives? What impact on the outcomes did our program have?

I can’t answer those questions. We haven’t done the outcome studies. But is the value of our program measured on this concept of success? Since all of these women have a history of trauma, since few of them have any love for themselves or any hope for the future, do numbers really tell the story of effectiveness?  What if someone has felt love for the first time in her life? Or for the first time can see her own beauty? What about the first glimpse of hope, however fleeting that might be?

I did an informal survey a few months back in which 11 women participated anonymously. There was a total of 87 stints of addiction treatment and 66 incarcerations. One woman was in her 21st treatment, another had been incarcerated 20 times. Those numbers say a lot.

The inner competencies that we teach such as self-calming, hope, purpose, trust, confidence, either never developed for these women or were stamped out through years of abuse and addiction. Many seeds are scattered, some sprout-a lot never make it. Some may lie dormant and we will never know the outcome.

I’d like to share Tami’s story with you. I can’t predict the next chapter or the “final” outcome of her story, but she has proudly given me permission to share it with you.

She wrote her name in the tiniest letters imaginable. TAMI.  I had barely recognized her when I saw a woman bearing resemblance to the Tami who had not returned from a doctor’s appointment one day. I had watched her disintegrating, bemoaning the loss of her very best friend, Crack. I wished I had talked to her, but that may not have made a difference.

For awhile she had looked so vibrant and was so appreciative of our work. She even wanted to volunteer with fundraising-our garage sale that was coming up.

I had searched up and down Lyell Avenue for her. I heard she was in jail but I couldn’t find her name amongst the incarcerated.  The common wisdom was that by 30 you either stopped or you died. I’ve known a few women who walked the streets to support their addiction that were older. I hoped that she would be one of the ones that made it.

“Tami?” I queried. “Yes,” she said, smiling. I held her for a long moment, my eyes filled with tears. “You’re safe. You’re alive!” “Yes,” she said. “I’m glad,” I said. “Me, too,” she replied.

In the session I talked about the grant proposal we were writing for working women with addiction in conjunction with drug court, teaching the inner competencies necessary for sustained sobriety, clean time, education and/or employment. She immediately raised her hand, wanting in.

Later she said, “I want to be a part of that program!” I had to say we wouldn’t have the money until January and wouldn’t even know if we were getting it until September.

The next week we talked more. She shared her anger at a staff member who felt disrespectful to her. “If I’m going to be treated that way, I may as well be on the street using.” I assured her that she deserved respect and not the “street treatment,” but also reminded her that it was her addiction talking. “You’re right,” she said, and then we talked about her anger towards herself and all the disastrous choices she had made-when, in her opinion, she had no excuse, especially in comparison to others.

Then she suddenly interrupted me. “Just before I got arrested, I was going through all my things and the stuff from Liberty Manor. Guess what was the only thing I saved-I bet you’ll know what it was.” I couldn’t guess. “The journal you gave us to write our feelings in and the sayings we got to glue in them. I threw everything else away. Someone took my colored pencils, though, and I was really mad about that.”

Nine months later and she had held on to her journal-maybe holding on to a kernel of hope.

I hope we get the grant. And I remember that God is a profligate lover.

Love is …

Sunday, July 13th, 2008

“Love is the energy “that moves the sun, the moon and the other stars.”  (Dante)

“Love” has almost become a four letter word. One side sneers at the sentimentality of it all, the other maintains that love is a form of permissiveness. Even conservative Christians are falling out of love with the word love, believing that it is applied far too widely.

Dante, writer of the Divine Comedy, certainly did not know of Einstein and quantum physics, but he still recognized love as an energy, a dynamic “substance” that moves the world. In the Bible, Paul quotes Greek philosophers: “In [God] we live and move and have our being, another recognition of the dynamic that sustains and flows through all that exists.”

Behind our windows that don’t open, in our air-conditioned offices, in front of our computer screens, the world feels very materialist and solid. In my great fortune, my laptop overlooks our gardens and labyrinth, bursting with spring greens and yellows, birds flitting about, and occasional wildlife (deer, ducks, wild turkey!, and woodchucks-far more frequently than occasional) “walking” the labyrinth. I just happened to glance up and see the rose-breasted grosbeak which spends one day a year in our yard on the journey north. With the sunlight pulling the plants taller and taller by the hour, it is not hard to sense that love is truly the energy that maintains all the rhythms of life.

All of the great religions recognize love as the greatest power on earth and the depths of spirituality, from which religions arise, are grounded in the sense of love. So easily, however, we dismiss love as not strong enough to overcome hate, to invigorate a love detoured by trauma and submerged in violence, addiction, and poverty. And the business world often echoes Tina Turner’s sentiment, “What’s love got to do with it, do with it?”

But love is what Life Listening Resources and Project Empower is all about. Someone said it sounds like a lot of b—s—. But we experience the changes in lives and relationships, whether it be in the work setting, school, marriage and family, or in the lives of those recovering from trauma, addiction, violence (given and received) and poverty.

I know a lot about love but more and more I am recognizing that much of the love I have given has been of an anxious nature. That doesn’t work nearly as well-and sometimes not at all. I am learning that love is a kind of “giving up”-letting go of the need for my desired outcome, and the willingness to hold someone in compassion without resentment even when they choose differently than I would have chosen for them. As I let go of my anxious love-otherwise known as co-dependency-my professional and personal relationships are changing.

So, I invite you to see the world through the eyes of love and ask for the gift and grace to see the love emanating out from the world around you.

Changing the world, one [woman] at a time, by changing the energy within, between, and around.

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