Writing Prompt #4: Energy. 1.20.2022

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Writing Prompt #4: Write, reflect, or create an original work on the energy held in a seemingly inanimate object, such as a rock, a handwritten letter, a pressed flower.

My Response

For just about 33 years now, I’ve cherished a book of spiritual essays by Joni Eareckson Tada called Secret Strength. A student gifted it to me in the days following my father’s death in 1989, and I leaned on the lessons Joni shared in my toughest hours.

Joni (pronounced “Johnny”) grew up in Baltimore and lived a very active life until a catastrophic diving accident in Chesapeake Bay in 1967 caused damage to her spine, and she became a quadriplegic as a result. After battling anger and depression, she devoted her life to lifting others, and she is still doing it today.

That book, an inanimate object itself, carried great energy from the words she wrote. Just holding it in my hands – even decades later – brings me strength.

Even more powerful than the book, though, is what my student wrote on the inside cover, and the flower she pressed there to remind me of how everlasting beauty and hope can be.

Now, 33 years later, that flower (and those words) are filled with the same energy that they possessed on the first day I opened the book to find such a timeless gift.

What does that tell me? What does that remind all of us?

That it is possible to capture the energy of a single moment, bottle it in some inanimate object that miraculously cues the heart to beat a little stronger, to pulse the emotional moments we experienced so long ago as if we were there once more.

A book, a flower, and words pressed into the inside cover hold for me the energy of hope, of kindness, and of timeless compassion in a time when I was hurting greatly. Today, I still open that well-worn, gently loved book to return to a time where I was given a touch of secret strength that I would get through.

And I did.

And I do.  

14 Hours In Light: Part 4. The Rising Sun, The Falling Moon, and The Epiphany


photos by rus vanwestervelt. taken 30 july 2015

Part 4. The Rising Sun, The Falling Moon, and The Epiphany

These seven minutes I spend on the summit of Big Bald Mountain, waiting for the sun’s first sliver to slip over the eastern mountains beyond Little Bald are, perhaps, the most powerful of my life.

Within the first minute of standing between the falling moon and the rising sun, my phone loses all power. Fear returns as quickly as it dissipates, whisked away by the strong winds as if not allowed at 5,516 feet high. I know I am vulnerable here, surrounded by tall grasses and steep drops that give me virtually no warning if a black bear – or any creature for that matter (except the American Redstart warbler, perhaps) – were to charge me. All of the What-Ifs, as well, linger in my mind (if but for a passing moment), as I still need to descend some 1,300 feet, back through the brush, when I leave. I have no way of contacting anybody. Anywhere. Any way.

I am alone with the elements, caught here between the moon and the sun-to-rise.

Or perhaps, instead of being alone, I am all-one, a part of something greater. Instead of seeing myself apart from this natural world, I see myself a part of it all.

I am surprised at the comfort in this, the absolute release and relief of shedding these chains, of finding myself in the middle between day and night, light and dark, faith and fear, and enveloping myself in complete liberation by the nurturing elements of the earth and the air.

I stare at the very northeast tip of the mountain beyond Little Bald where the sun will first rise. I can feel the energy bursting already from that pinpoint, that precise place where night will become day. The heavy moon behind me bears the weight of a long night’s journey. It is tired and ready to surrender the early morning, if but for a short 14 hours and 2 minutes, to light.

I, too, surrender. I exhale and give myself to the wind, the earth, the sky. I am one with the elements.

And then I feel it. At first, it is a negligible push and pull, an almost indiscernible, autonomous and rhythmic sway that defies the strong winds that whip around me. The pulse, though, grows stronger as I stand there, an earthly beat by two heavenly chambers that carry the energy of all things to and fro, back and forth, around and around.

I am between these two chambers that volley life-energy ceaselessly. And for those final moments leading up to the defining second where the sun rises, I embody dark and light and everything in between. I am the conduit for love, for life, for existence.

The winds steal away my tears as fast as they appear, but that seems right that they should fall elsewhere on the mountains around me. As I am being baptized by the earth and by the heavens, my tears become a part of the ritual, returning to the earth drops of life manifested by such beauty, such energy.

DSC_8427Unblinking, I watch night surrender to day, The sun rises as the moon sighs, and I am filled fully with the energy of both.

In the name of Walt Whitman, I sound my barbaric YAWP from this rooftop of the world and hear the single syllable echo among the ridges that now bathe brightly in early morning hues of yellow and orange.

A single note, a single man, resonating boundless life and love and energy.

I have never felt so alive in my life, and I want to run from this mountain top and tell the world – I want to tell you – that what is in me is in every one of us. We possess the same life, love, and energy that flows incessantly, reverently, across lands, through waters, and among skies.

We are the earth. The water. The sky. We are all one, a part of the ceaseless energy that makes this universe – and each of us – the most beautiful creation imaginable.

I drop my pack and walk the perimeter of the summit, setting my own compass and course to carry me home: fearless, faithful, and fulfilled.


Next… Part 5. The Energy Within

Read Part 3. The Summit and The Elements
Read Part 2. The Ascent and The Fear of Wildlife
Read Part 1. The Decision and The Approach


During the last week of July, we were fortunate enough to join my sister and her family at their mountain cabin in western North Carolina. It was the first time that our family had been together in six years, and the first time I had seen my sister since she lost her left leg in her battle with osteosarcoma.

In the pre-dawn hours of July 30, I wrestled with the decision to hike to the summit of Big Bald Mountain along the Appalachian Trail and see the sun rise over the Great Smoky Mountains along the North Carolina-Tennessee border. I have selected 16 photos from that day, spanning a 14-hour period of light, where I remained focused on the energy of the Sun, the Earth, and the Moon. Mingling among these 16 pictures are six short passages that chronicle my thoughts during that day. This is the fourth of those six passages in my series titled, “14 Hours In Light.”

TBW Writing Prompt #1: Where Do You Find Energy?


photo: rus vanwestervelt

photo: rus vanwestervelt

In yesterday’s post, I wrote about the story of a barn in Finksburg, MD, and the charge of energy I received when slowing down to really absorb its beauty and purpose.

Today’s TBW Writing Prompt is all about energy.

We all have at least one place that charges us, don’t we? For some, that place might be in our past; for others, it is a mainstay in our present lives.

Georgia Heard, in her book Writing Toward Home, calls this place Querencia, our wanting-place where we feel strongest, perhaps even invincible.

Where is your Querencia? Where do you find energy?

Write without inhibition for 15 minutes about that special place, and bring it to life on the page. You are writing for no one but yourself, so there’s no need to worry about what others might think.

If, however, you decide to share with others on your blog or in your social media space, leave a link for us in the comments so we can check it out and give you a virtual high-five. If you want, you can even paste your writing in a comment and share that way.

TBW (The Baltimore Writer) Writing Prompts usually run the day after I post an essay or lengthy observation. You can see all of the previous writing prompts under the category “TBW Writing Prompts.” I look forward to reading what you are writing! Be sure to drop me a note in the comments section to share your thoughts on what we’re writing. ~rvw


Mindfulness in Schools: Empowering Students For Success

Students and teachers who are more mindful in the classroom have reduced anxiety, stress.

Students and teachers who are more mindful in the classroom have reduced anxiety, stress.

As we get ready to head back to school for the new academic year, I am aware of a movement that is sweeping across the country to make students and educators more mindful of their learning and their teaching. It is flying right in the face of high-stakes testing and assessment, but is it really setting the stage for the ultimate battle of Man vs. Machine?

Studies throughout the world are demonstrating that mindful students are taking control of their learning, their emotions, and their general state of wellness, improving their communities and strengthening their independence as a result.

In a paper just published in the British Journal of Psychiatry (20 June 2013), “Effectiveness of the Mindfulness in Schools Programme: Non-Randomised Controlled Feasibility Study,” researchers concluded that “the degree to which students … practiced the mindfulness skills was associated with better well-being and less stress.”

Programs like Mindfulness in Schools are changing the culture of our classrooms and are empowering our students to be mindful learners, aware of their own learning styles and practices.

What is School Mindfulness?

Being mindful in school (a strategy for both teachers and students) is simple to practice, yet it is often neglected because of the pressures of assessment, placement, and evaluation. Because of the overwhelming pressure placed on schools to produce positive and high-ranking data, it is easy to lose the focus on the individuals comprising the data.

The principles of being mindful are easy to learn and to put into practice, even before the first day of school arrives. The definition of awareness, as given in “The Awareness Principle” by Peter Wilberg, can be easily applied to any education setting. As you read this summary of Wilberg’s findings, be mindful of the classroom setting you are familiar with and how mindfulness can empower teachers and students.

We have the power to be aware of our thoughts and feelings, of the way we express them, of the way they affect our bodies and our behavior. We have the power to be mindful of the way they lead us to act and react to others, of the way they color our view of the world, and of the way they affect our sense of ourselves. Awareness of our feelings and thoughts is not itself a feeling or thought, nor is it by itself anything bodily or mental; like space, it embraces and transcends each and every thing we are aware of. It creates space for clearer thoughts to arise, along with a new sense of ourselves.

When teachers and students enhance their self-awareness in the classroom, they make a decision to bring greater focus and meaning to their work, thus becoming more accountable for the purpose and intent of their actions.

Can Mindfulness and High-Stakes Testing Co-Exist?

It is easy to place mindfulness and high-stakes testing as polar opposites, making it seem like there is some difficult choice to make: either be mindful and aware of your experience in the classroom, or succumb to the machination of uniformity in a curriculum that continues to limit individuality.

I argue that practicing mindfulness in the classroom is a win-win scenario, both for you and for the school system. As more studies continue to demonstrate a correlation between mindfulness and wellness, students and teachers with reduced anxiety and greater focus can engage in the rigorous curricular activities while maintaining a “What’s In It For Me” (WIIFM) attitude.

At the very least, this awareness makes classroom content more relevant and applicable to individuals, giving greater reason for them to be engaged more meaningfully.

Over time, practicing mindfulness in the classroom will lead to an application of the WIIFM experiences to long-term goals that align with authentic career choices. Individuals will be devoting their time in their teens and well into adulthood engaged in meaningful work and charitable acts.

It seems like a no-brainer to students, teachers, and administrators: mindfulness is an empowering strategy for success, and integrating opportunities for students to be aware of their learning in the classroom makes perfect sense for now and our future, where our communities are filled with individuals who are actually living an inspired life, aligned with who they really are.


Follow Your Passion

Shift Your Energy, And Everything Changes.

We all carry within us an enormous, limitless supply of energy and creativity. It has to come out of us in some form, and we make the decision time and time again how we expend it.

Some of us make these decisions consciously; others have thrown themselves at the mercy of their environment unconsciously and allow it to be used or released or wasted as others see fit.

I’ve tried to always be conscious of it, but I often get so caught up in what I’m doing, that I don’t realize that I’m wasting my energy as plainly as the person who never realizes how their creativity or energy is being used.

You know what I mean, right?

We’ve all been there. Think about a time when you felt so strongly about a job, a relationship, a program. You put an incredible amount of energy into it because you wanted that end goal so desperately: to be wealthy, to be loved, to be smart.

How’d that work out for you?

The energy and creativity were probably off the charts, but the end result? Not so much.

That’s what I’ve been doing for so many years, creating and using energy for projects that I was absolutely sure were going to bring me great wealth and freedom. I convinced myself that “do the work” meant “sell your soul” to achieve greatness. Even though I kept feeling like I was giving my projects CPR just to keep them barely alive, I thought that this is what it took to “make it.”

I was wrong. Completely wrong.

When you follow your passion first, and simply choose to live your life in a way that provides solace and opportunity for others, you and your projects are never on life support. They blossom and thrive in ways you could have never imagined. Your creativity and energy become the soil, the rain, and the sun for that passion to grow abundantly — for your community and for you.

Realizing this has made all the difference in everything I write, I create, I do. I am no longer desperately looking for answers to solve my problems; I am looking for opportunities to share my passion for creativity and living fully with others.

I trust the rest will take care of itself when I follow my passion first. I cannot worry about anything else. With motivations that are pure and genuine, I know that goodness will prevail.

A Leap Of Faith

I know this doesn’t seem like an easy thing to do. We are so programmed to chase those goals, meet those standards, define our lives by success. Being encouraged to follow your passion seems so antithetical to everything we’ve been taught.

The beautiful thing is that you don’t have to quit anything. All you need to do is shift your energy and your creativity, ever so subtly, to the things you are most passionate about. Everything else will take care of itself.

Shifting that energy might be in the way you greet others, in the way you listen a little more acutely, or in the way you are patient during challenging times (yes! we use energy in practicing patience!).

Exercising your creativity might be in how you express your thoughts and ideas to yourself and to others, in taking creative dates or explorations, or going beyond your comfort zone with various art forms — watercolors, photography, sculpture.

There is no big plan or program. You don’t have to declare anything in social media. It’s just about you, shifting your energy, and following your passion.

And once you do, you’ll see everything in a light so vibrant, so pure, you will begin to realize the limitless energy and creativity within, always available to the genuine and passionate YOU!


Writing Strengthens the Soul: For the Present and the Future

I say it all the time: Your Story Matters, and for so many reasons.

Most of the time, the “Your Story Matters” phrase is something I tell people who want to write their story but are afraid to start. They might be afraid of judgment (more on this later about what assessment-driven writing is doing to the minds of our future generations), upsetting loved ones or family members, or no one caring about what they have to say.

None of these holds any weight of credibility. 1, you are not writing this for a grade; 2, you get to choose the audience (and sometimes we write just for ourselves at first); and 3, you never know who needs to read or hear your story.

Your story does matter, and if you are thinking about writing it down, I encourage you to begin immediately for no one but you: an audience of one. Send your self-censors and your inner-editors on a little vacation and just write. You can worry about who gets to read it later on.

There’s another reason why I tell people their story matters; it has nothing to do with publishing or a greater audience. Instead, it has everything to do with inner strength — not just for the present, but for the future as well.

I recently read a post by one of my favorite inspiring bloggers, Danielle LaPorte, who wrote about this very issue (you can read the entire piece here: “You Will Be Called On To Expand, And This Is Why We Practice“).

She writes:

When we’re believing in the fairness and the glory of human nature and the so-called Fates, we keep seeking, and meditating on reality, and praying for healing though nothing obvious ails us. . . .Because the day will most certainly come, as it does whether you are a whole-hearted Lover or in denial of Grace, that you will be struck down or ground down by life. It can come in tiny tearing heartbreaks five times a day, just walking through your neighbourhood. It could come in the name of tragedy that could only happen once in a lifetime. And you will need to withdraw the insights that you put into your heart’s escrow.

LaPorte is right, of course. Way back in ’88, I was renting a room in a farmhouse close to where I was teaching, and I was struggling in many ways. One rainy Sunday night, my roommates returned home from a weekend barn spiritual they had attended, and I was so empowered by their spiritual energy that I allowed them to share with me the power of Christianity and believing in a higher power.

For many months, I studied Jesus’ teachings as I read and re-read the letters, stories, and lessons shared in the New Testament. I had believed, all along, that the purpose of my struggles in 1988 was to lead me to read and study the bible so that I could be saved through Jesus’ ultimate sacrifice.

What I did not understand is that, by studying and practicing the lessons and the teachings, I was preparing myself for my father’s death in the spring of 1989.

When he passed away, I found great inner strength to be a support for my mother, to support others who were grieving, and to deliver the eulogy for our entire family. I exuded that strength at the viewings as well as at the funeral; I was called on to expand, as LaPorte puts it, and this is why I practiced.

The same is true with our writing and our creativity. We do not write and create simply to publish and enlighten or entertain; we do these things daily so that we may know who we are, so that we may strengthen our self-esteem, so that we may feel the confidence to face any situation we are given and expand at a moment’s notice.

I write every day to keep my soul and my confidence in shape for today; For I know that, soon enough, I will be called upon to put that knowledge into practice.

Discard your worries about judgment, upsetting others, or if anyone cares. Write and create every day for you. Strengthen your soul, even in the best of times. Build that cache of confidence and keep it well-stocked. You will need it, and when that moment comes, accept it with a firm foundation of inner strength and confidence in who you are.

Reflections On This New Day

As the sun began to rise this morning, and I sat along the banks of the Loch Raven Reservoir taking random photos of the water and the wildlife, I was struck with a thought that I had forgotten long ago.

With the exception of a few runners passing by who were training for an upcoming race, I felt as if every image, every sound was my own. My immersion in the natural world seemed seamless. I let the bright, early rays of the sun find their way in and through me, as well as the sounds of the splish-splash waters, where drops remained suspended in mid-air, caught by the strong winds as several Canadian geese took flight. Then– to feel those very drops of water as that same steady breeze, cool and brisk, blew my way and mixed with the warmth of the sun’s intensity on my skin.

Alive, was all I could think. Alive.

It was in that moment that I remembered that I am not separate from all of this. It is easy for us to think there are two worlds out there: the natural and the man-made. Although it may be true that a clear distinction exists between the two, there is one element of each that is constant: the human being.

Unlike our man-made creations, we as individuals are not separate from the natural world. We are as much a part of it as the rising sun, the startled deer, the daffodils that have all awakened a bit early in these deceptively warm February days. We made the mistake long ago to separate ourselves from the beauty and the spirit of the natural world. On mornings like this, I feel reconnected to the energy we are all provided.

It’s always here, everywhere, for us to access. All we need to do is realize that we have the power and the opportunity to open the door, step outside, and realize that, in this morning, this moment, anything is possible.

Dear Haters: It’s Time to Recycle Your Energy

There certainly is a lot of hate in this world.

At least, that’s what I’ve noticed on the online forums at baltimoresun.com, patch.com, and (of course), Facebook and Twitter.

As a teacher, I see it every day. Teens use social networking to bully, spew hatred, incite hating trends, and generally unleash a barrage of negative, hateful comments about nearly every topic.

As an individual tied to no affiliations, I see the hatred all over the place — on the road, in the stores, and — like their own children on Facebook and Twitter — online.

Why? Has it always been this way, and now the haters finally have a forum to throw down their anger, their frustration, their bitterness toward gays, entertainers, politicians, athletes, neighbors, and strangers?

Or is this a new phenomenon created by social media and our 21st-century give-me-now mentality that seems to govern nearly every aspect of the way we live?

And, are we all just a bunch of complainers? Or are we looking for real resolution?

I imagine that, if resolution was what we were seeking, we wouldn’t waste our energy on spewing so much hatred, would we?

No. I think this is more a matter of convenience and feeling “safe” behind our keyboards to be hateful. And if that’s the case, why do we gravitate toward the hatred and not redirect that energy into something constructive, if not positive?

If you are against same-sex marriages, then contribute your evidence-based and constructive argument to further your position. If you think that Whitney Houston is getting too much air time with her passing, create a site that recognizes fallen soldiers and let us know through FB every time there is, sadly, an update.

Please, your hatred does nothing for any of us. I care about your positions, your concerns, your ideas, but I do not gain anything from reading your slams and hateful comments. State your position, with authority and confidence, and maybe you will begin to effect the change in our system you seek.

Changing the World 2: Facing The Future

This blog post is in response to Chapter 2 (“Facing the Future”) in Shakti Gawain’s book, The Path of Transformation.

There is a storm brewing out west that is headed our way. The latest maps show that Baltimore is dead center in its path, and we are on target for “plowable” accumulations of snow.

Within this storm is a great deal of energy. The path of the storm, and the amount of snow (or rain) it dumps on the Mid-Atlantic states, depends on how well it organizes itself, and how the various energy forces combine all at the right time. With the just-right combination of elements, the storm we could see in about 48 hours might be, in Bobby Weir’s words, Just Exactly Perfect.

Energy. Much of this chapter deals with the negative forces of it that exist in our contemporary society and that bring a lot of stress and violence in to our world.

Although this is a frightening time, it is simultaneously the most powerful time that has ever existed in this planet. (7)

This energy that is swirling around us — not so much from the approaching storm but in life itself — is being used haphazardly and negatively because we do not know what to do with it. We have so many options and avenues available to us — too many, it seems, and we just don’t know how to narrow our focus. We don’t know how to discriminate and select what is best for us, what is best for others, what is best for this world.

Instead, we spread our energy too far, too thin, and we are left feeling exhausted with very little to show for it.

I like to think of myself as that approaching storm. When I was much younger, my first teaching colleagues called me a “whirlwind of energy.” I spent my energy, all those years ago, haphazardly, and I think that I had dispersed my energy too far and too wide, causing little more than a dusty storm of desires and hopeful expectations.

I burned out in less than six years doing that. I had to learn the hard way.

Now, I am invested in energy that extends far beyond me. I will gather strength and energy where I can to live fully and genuinely, and I will use that energy in a positive way to give back and love unconditionally. But to do so without losing any of me or who I am or what I stand for.

Here is to today’s energy. Embrace it fully, and recycle wisely.