Being of Service
"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” Maria Robinson
In this present moment, I'm typing away at a keyboard, looking at an illuminated electronic screen, and digesting the past three days, and the journey I'm on. As integrative coaches and coaches in training with the Ford Institute of Integrative Coaching, we've had three days of gatherings, brainstorming, collective visioning, and this is a powerful, potent group of people who council together. We are from all over the world, from South Africa to Lebanon, to Florida, and everywhere in between. The collective assembly are here, gathering, to give a voice to their thread of the community fabric we weave, to be of service and to make a difference in the world. Some know they want to link into a collective vision, some have projects they already are passionate about, and we all talk out loud about keeping the energetic momentum going, with honesty and integrity. I am humbled and honored to walk this path with so many committed souls.
As I awoke from a very fitful night's sleep, my mind rested in the soft place of service, and I was compelled to scan my own personal history, and bring the question out into the open. What drives my desire to be of service.
It didn't take long to honor the roots of this dialog I was having with myself.
My maternal grandparents, Selma and Herman Bass were catalysts of sorts for my intention to make a difference. Although they believed in the Zionist movement of having a home to all Jews (focusing on Israel), I couldn't call their actions pure Zionist actions. They did believe that Jews should be free to practice their faith in a place of safety. They did take action on a consistent basis, to raise money for Jews to immigrate to the United States. This was at a time, during the Second World War, where it wasn't safe for all to practice their beliefs. I don't have any idea of how many people my grandparents helped, but if even one person was saved by my grandfather and grandmother raising funds for a person to immigrate, that's huge.
Selma and Herman left Europe with my mother and my aunt when it was a clear and present danger to stay in Europe and fall victim to impending oppression. They came to the United States, and settled in Cleveland, Ohio. In Luxembourg, my grandfather owned a furniture factory (beautiful pieces of the furniture are still in the family; a few pieces came to the U.S.). In Europe, my grandparents lived a good, somewhat privileged life.
They started over with their two teenage daughters, rebuilding and recreating a new life in America. And my grandparents chose to be of service to others.
When I was growing up, my grandmother always volunteered for things she believed in. She served in the Jewish community in many ways. My mother and my aunt also volunteered their time and talents to many causes, from political ideals, to serving on arts commissions. It's no wonder that I have followed this path to service.
I volunteer in my dance community, offering anything from support to other dancers, to picking up dance camp participants from the airport (people come from all over the world to study the 5Rhythms practice with Melissa Michaels, a first-generation student of Gabrielle Roth's).
I volunteer at etown, a variety/music show that's taped for play on NPR stations. Yes, volunteering can be of service and fun! And I'm gaining clarity on my role with the Collective Heart, the branch of the Ford Institute that is making a difference by building a green school in Uganda, envisioning a transformational approach with education, and we as a collective have only just begun.
Whether you are linked in with a volunteer organization, or want to contribute, doing your part can make a difference. It feels good to give, and in that giving, you will receive. That's how circulation works!
Come join us in creating a world with limitless possibilities. www.thecollectiveheart.org
