Category Archives: Living in the present

Keegan’s Choice

Earlier this week, Keegan Hirst a 27 year old Rugby League Player announced to the world that he was gay.

He appears to have been universally praised for speaking his truth in the context of being very much an athlete in a “man’s world”.

I salute his courage in speaking out his truth, it can’t have been easy, because although the general reaction has been favorable from his friends, family, team-mates, fans, celebrities and even his wife from whom he is separated, there was no guarantee that his truth would be accepted by all.

He said in an interview that having confronted his truth and come to terms with it, he has announced it to the world so that he no longer has to look over his shoulder all of the time.

I have felt very unsettled by the announcement, perhaps a tad jealous of him.

My journey to self acceptance has taken me over 30 years and is known only to a small circle of friends including my wife.

However, I was less able to confront the issue 22 years ago, when I recognised and loathed my own truth of taking the risk of losing my wife and my children.

I had made a commitment to my wife – a bond of marriage – and I could not risk hurting her or losing her – for better, or worse, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer – those were the promises I made and the fact that I had not matured into full knowledge of my sexuality until after my marriage was incidental to the fact that I was married.

I have felt again this week, a sense of having failed myself, my wife and my family for not having announced my truth at the age of 29 years when I was fully aware of my truth.

I had to dig deep into my coaching experience in recent years to expel the judge from my thoughts, and recognise that the choice I made also has its merits.

Keegan’s choice does not mean that for him the road is smooth – it is not smooth for many of us in life, likewise my journey until recently was tortuous and painful, but I am winning through.

I have learned to love myself, acknowledge my failings and my bravery and strength to do what I did do and to move forward, like Keegan will do in the years ahead unburdened from the pain and turmoil of inner conflict.

Well done Keegan, I wish you and your family well.

My next blog will be “Three Hail Mary’s”

William Defoe

If only the world was flat

My wife makes me laugh – sometimes!

Each time I ask her to go for a walk with me there are two conditions to her acquiescence.

1/ “Will there be any hills?” – “I don’t do hills”

2/ “Will there be a pub?”

Each time, I assure her that I will avoid anything that has any hint of an upward incline and there will be a glass of wine for her and a beer for me at the halfway point!

On a recent walk along a beautiful coastal path in North Devon, above Westward Ho, my wife enters into a philosophical mode of speaking – “William, why can’t the world be flat?”

My answer to her is about the challenge of hill walking, the spectacular views and sense of achievement, the snow cap peaks and the beauty of the mountains and valleys all over our world.

My inner response which stays with me longer still, is a deep reflection on the upheaval of emotions in each of our lives.

Why does my life have to be so emotionally charged?

Why can’t I feel calm ALL of the time?

Why do I react strongly to certain situations and conversations which leave me feeling that my life is a failure and the pain hurts so much.?

My inner voice draws my questions to the answer I gave my wife – the troughs and peaks of my emotional life are the mountains and valleys of the world which I love so much.

The feelings I endure / experience are life giving and life forming and there is beauty in all emotions.

The trick with emotions is to put them into the context of a wider life experience in the present so that they do not become all consuming so that life is being lived in a world that is flat!

My next blog will be: Keegan’s Choice

William Defoe

Open to all

I was walking past a gentleman’s club recently, which at one time was open only to members, when I noticed that the club had significantly changed its approach to market and it was now open to all.

A big banner running across the front of this very beautiful property encouraged us to make a booking for weddings; funerals; birthdays; anniversaries; retirements; and even wakes!

This new open to all approach reminds me strongly of the change in attitude which I have undertaken in recent years to free myself of a narrow mindset and idealism which was causing me and those close to me deep suffering.

I have chosen a new way of being in the present which is open to all and although that means I have to accept both light and shadow, I no longer feel crushed by feelings I have that once were alien to me in respect of my sexuality and also the choices that my adult children have taken in their lives thus far, which are different to how imagined their lives would be.

The result, which is a work in progress, has been utterly transforming and my new open to all way of being in the world has revealed a deeper inner calm, self love, accessibility to others and an acceptance of how things are, rather than how I expected them to be.

Are you open to all?

My next blog will be: If only the world was flat

William Defoe

Anguished Memory

After a very pleasant evening with my wife and daughter at a restaurant in a coastal town which we all love, having spent many family holidays there, we walked along the seafront and stopped to take a few photographs by the railings next to the sea.

As I stood by the railing overlooking the sea with a beautiful coastline view in my eye, I was suddenly aware of an anguished memory of a time a few years ago when I had stood in this exact same spot having arrived on holiday with my family in the most dreadful mood.

On that particular evening, for reasons I can no longer recall I had set off on holiday after having had an argument with my wife and then my anger had turned to a silence (an internal anger) that I could not overcome.

The present moment was wonderful and happy, and yet I felt robbed of the joy by the presence in this moment of my anguished memory.

I felt so ashamed of my past behaviour and said to myself, be content that you are writing a pleasant memory tonight at this fateful spot and allow yourself to move on from it – forgive yourself – love yourself – be still.

I wondered if my wife who was standing next to me was also reliving her own anguished memory at that place, when she turned to our daughter and related to her a completely happy memory of her own that had also taken place at this same spot with some friends at the very end of one of our holidays – we had all nipped across the road from our hotel and shared a few bags of chips after a wonderful night of fun.

So, while I was creating a new memory to replace my anguished memory, my wife was accumulating further happy memories in this treasured place.

I have to keep reminding myself, that the memories that we create, although shared with others at the time of their making, are unique to us, in the importance that we individually place on them.

My wife appears to have chosen to keep near her surface a happy memory and that is something that I could do well to emulate on my journey of self acceptance.

“Fancy a glass of wine love”

“Oh yes please”

My next blog will be:   Open to all

William Defoe

Perspective

I was on holiday in beautiful North Devon a couple of weeks ago and I accompanied my moments of solitude with painting the seascape in watercolour.

On a very pleasant afternoon in Croyde, I engrossed myself in painting in quite a lot of detail the headland at the other side of the bay.

When I had finished the painting, I was struck by a feeling of disappointment, because whereas I had indeed captured the detail, I had failed to give the picture a perspective in relation to where I was sitting.

In feeling the disappointment, I remind myself that I am painting for my own pleasure, and that apart from a cursory opinion, I have forbidden myself to be too judgmental on my art so that I do not run the risk of replacing a stress-free exercise with a judgement based aftermath.

I was about to consign my painting to the “well that was fun” category, when a kindly voice on the beach said to me – can I look at your masterpiece please?.

A man from a neighbouring pitch came over and said he had been fascinated by my intensity during the afternoon and he just had to see the results.

Gloom (inside)

Well you see, I have failed to give the painting “perspective” and I’ve never had any lessons and I just paint for fun ……an outpouring of judgement before, in general terms, he agrees with me that indeed the painting lacks perspective, smoothed over with some polite comments.

In the weeks since I have returned home, I have thought a lot about my painting without perspective, and it has reminded me very strongly of a method I have learned on my journey of self acceptance in being present.

At times in each day, or each week, there is a time to focus in on the detail of our troubles and examine them and listen to them before releasing these issues into a much wider context of the reality of our daily lives.

The close up view and the long view of my life’s troubled journey is like the headland in my painting – it is beautiful close up, but even more beautiful in the context of the sand, sea and sky and both perspectives have a purpose in my life.

My next blog will be:  Anguished Memory

William Defoe

I’ve Started to Stroke Dogs

In one of my recent reflections, in which I converse with my inner voice, something came up which I had not expected  – I recalled that I’ve started to stroke dogs!

So, whats new here?, I ask myself

Response, from somewhere quite deep – “well you don’t really like dogs, you’re afraid of them and what is more…..you never used to stroke dogs”

So, why am I stroking dogs?.

My mind takes me to a recent trip to the coast.

I am walking along the beautiful coastal footpath, with my wife, when below us an elderly lady with a dog is walking on an adjacent path that converges on ours just a bit further along.

We meet, as if it had been arranged at that converging spot, and the dog looks to me for a greeting – a black Labrador – nice dog and without hesitation I stroke it and say “you’re a beauty, yes you are!”

Oh, I’m also talking to them too!

You see, what I am noticing, on my journey of self acceptance, is that in finding love for myself after years of anguish, I have plenty of love to spare for others.

Dogs seem to me to be always prepared to give love, it is only right then that I should give some of my love back in return.

My wife says as we move forward, “I thought you didn’t like dogs”

I say, “so did I, but I do now!, I keep stroking them”

Well we’re not getting one”, she says

Wuff!

My next blog will be: Perspective

William Defoe

Face To Face

In my moments with self, I quite enjoy looking up a variety of interests on YouTube, quite randomly.

Earlier this week, I came across a 1995 BBC TV Face to Face interview which Jeremy Isaacs hosted with Paul Eddington, a much respected British actor famed for appearances on stage and screen, most popularly in “The Good Life”; “Yes Minister” and “Yes Prime-Minister”

The film was shown on television on 30 October 1995 and Paul Eddington died on 4 November 1995.

I remembered seeing the programme for the first time in 1995 and I was deeply affected when I watched it, and again earlier this week, by the sight of Mr Eddington appearing in the interview clearly in the latter stages of skin cancer which was very clearly visible on his head,face and hands.

In the course of answering the many questions that Jeremy Isaacs put to him, Paul Eddington talks about having to “find the courage to appear as myself”

These words struck me because, in Mr Eddington’s case he was talking about having to work as an actor on stage without concealing his baldness and facial disfigurement caused by his tragic illness, in your case and mine we can emulate him by also “finding the courage to appear/to be ourselves”

It’s not easy, but our audience, whoever they may be, are usually kind as he discovered.

He also said in this remarkable interview, that he had rejected his Catholic upbringing for perfectly plausible reasons, to become a Quaker with whom he identified strongly in terms of their political and social teaching, in particular in relation to pacifism.

He said “finding the Quakers was like finding an oasis in a desert” 

“Silence”, he said, “is at the centre of Quaker worship and that an hours silence is most refreshing”

I have found on my journey of self discovery, that silence for extended periods of time is absolutely crucial to the business of finding love for self, and then for others too, which is revealed by listening to our inner voice.

This moving interview ended with Jeremy Isaacs asking  Paul Eddington how he would like to be remembered – he was days from death – he said “I would like to be remembered as one who did very little harm”

He said “it sounds quite soft, but to have achieved a life which has caused very little harm in a world where so many people do a great deal of harm is a worthy achievement”

My own life of fear, isolation and pain has caused harm both to myself and those close to me whom I love, but I feel so invigorated by the prospect of living in the present in a life that causes very little harm!

My next blog will be: I’ve started to Stroke Dogs

William Defoe

“You do know that she is not a Catholic”

Following the recent sad death of Cilla Black, ITV repeated a biopic on her early career starring Sheridan Smith as Cilla.

The three part series deals with Cilla’s life in the clubs of Liverpool and her audition for Brian Epstein who launched her to stardom with other musical talent from Liverpool at that time   – the Beatles, Gerry and the Pacemakers etc.

I was struck by the story of her manager Bobby Willis who later became her devoted husband.

His story was interesting too and I was drawn to it particularly because in the film, his brother is ostracized for marrying a Catholic by their father and later when Bobby falls in love with Cilla Black, a Scottie Road Catholic, his father refuses to welcome her into his home and as a result his son moved out too.

This issue reminded me of comments that a parishioner said to my mother when I started going out with my new girlfriend (later my wife) – “you do know that she is not a Catholic”

My mother replied that she was aware of that fact but it was not of any concern to her (although in truth it was insofar as she hoped any children in a future marriage would be brought up as Catholics)

One of the hardest issues I have had to come to terms with has been the apparent rejection of the catholic faith of my adult children. I have felt deeply hurt and disappointed and for a while I was overwhelmed and crushed and I felt like I had failed.

In my search for self acceptance, I have developed a capacity to be present and that means that I have to embrace the here and now as it is, not how I would have liked it to be.

This new approach of accepting disappointment in the present has been a crucial step for me in my journey of truth.

It has helped me to connect strongly with the vitality, independence and truth of my children,s lives rather than run the risk of ostracizing myself from their love and all the joy they bring to me in the present and who knows what in the future!

May Cilla Black Rest in Peace with her beloved Bobby.

My next blog will be “Face to Face”

William Defoe

Racing Heart

One of the very first exercises that I was encouraged to take up by my coach was to develop an awareness of my body, my physical being and in doing so to discover that I am a living animate being, not just an emotional entity.

Exercises that I have taken up since the start of my journey to acknowledge my truth have occupied my head space for a period of time with intensity and then they have fallen off into a pattern of just being present.

I am now very much aware of my body. I am conscious, for example when showering or dressing and undressing of its existence. I will look at my hands and my feet after running and at my tanned face in the mirror (always a pleasure, that particular moment!)

Last week, as I knelt down in church waiting for Mass to start, in the quietness I noticed that I had a “Racing Heart”

My initial response was one of fear and an association with past experience of feeling anxious.

I focused, in the silence for a few moments, on my “Racing Heart”, and I slowly detected a rhythm in my head and chest of the blood being pumped around my body.

My fear began to be replaced with a sense of awe and wonder and deep gratitude for my physical life which is the conduit for my spiritual, emotional, intellectual and intimate life that I experience every day.

I was taught as a child that each of us are created as unique individuals in the image and likeness of God.

Whether we believe in a deity or not, we can all marvel at the wonderful construct which is our body.

No matter what its shape or its size, it should not be a surprise for each of us to experience from time to time the wonderful sensation of a “Racing Heart”

My next blog will be: “You do know that she is not a Catholic”

William Defoe

“You seem quieter, Dad”

My daughter joined me and my wife for a long weekend at the end of our recent holiday.

We all enjoyed each others company which, to be honest, is no mean feat.

I have had to learn, through my development of self, to drop the “redcoat narrative” of expecting everything to go exactly to plan and to feel utterly responsible for everything including, I might add, the weather!

On Sunday evening after a weekend which had passed off without incident (which is remarkable!), my daughter commented “You seem quieter, Dad” followed by “Is everything OK?”

I told her that I had been learning through my coaching (which she is aware of) to be in control of my previous need to react to everything.

So she said to me – “does that mean that there are things that you want to say that you are not saying?”

I said, “yes, to a certain extent it means that i have learned not to vocalize all my immediate response to what I see and hear, but I am not suppressing my need to communicate, rather I am taking my time to find the right place and the right time to speak after conversing with my inner voice of calm”.

I said, “I have had a lovely holiday and a lovely weekend in your company you have been a joy”

My next blog will be: Racing Heart

William Defoe