Solitary Abilene Joins the Resistance – April 2017

Abilene had been enjoying her later years concerned but not too distressed by problems such as climate change, the global spread of viruses, or politics. She focused on Reiki, healing, grief, mindfulness and compassion. The presidential election of 2016 lit a fire in her. Her great-grandmother perished in a death camp in World War II. She knew she had to make a contribution to women’s efforts at pushing back on some recent political changes, even though she dreaded moving out of her serene cocoon. Abilene lived in on beautiful tract of land in Oregon set by a river. Her husband had passed on, but he left her with an income adequate to her needs. She was free to meditate and create ceramics that she sold at fairs and festivals.

But with the direction the country was taking, she curbed her expenses and sent small checks to organizations she believed in, such as Planned Parenthood, Peace Action and the American Civil Liberties Union.

A phone call one morning changed everything. Abilene’s daughter Ruth had been married on the property five years before. For the event Abilene and Ruth went 50-50 on the purchase of a very large yurt for the wedding. Ruth had left the yurt behind when she and her husband moved to Chicago where they both had fellowships to continue their environmental studies.

“Mom, I got a call from the local resistance movement. They want to use the yurt to hold a fundraiser and also for their upcoming meetings.”

“Sure,” responded Abilene. “They will need a truck to transport it.”

“No Mom. They want to set it up on your property. It’s so beautiful and such a quiet setting by the river, that it will encourage people to come.”

After much hemming and hawing, Abilene agreed. From the experience of her great-grandmother, Abilene understood the importance of standing up and taking action.

Much to her surprise, Abilene realized she enjoyed these get-togethers and felt inspired by being around such committed energetic people. She also liked it when they left. It was just enough stimulation for her solitary nature.

Hestia – December 2016

A Dose of Reality for Wisdom Woman

Mata’s serene world fell apart when her husband Alfiie dropped dead of a heart attack. He collapsed in their vegetable garden while picking tomatoes for their evening salad. He was her sentinel; keeping the world at bay so that Mata could lead the wisdom-centered life required by her Hestia nature.

As a retired professor, Alfie had lived in his books. Mata was a local guru; a kind, sagacious woman with a rye sense of humor. She taught yoga once a week in her barn, situated on four rustic acres tucked into their ex-urban Virginia community. She also dispensed wisdom to sleep deprived professionals who lingered after class, nervous about their marriage messes, road rage encounters, and too many options.

Are you a Hestia?

  • Do you prize time for reflection?
  • Friends call you “wise woman” or “old soul”?
  • You like to dwell on the big picture and can intuit consequences of actions.
  • Troubled people gravitate to you because you are discreet and forgiving.
  • You avoid “high drama” and disputes.

Mostly Mata kept to herself; detached from our hyper-connected world. Need I say somewhat morally superior to Facebook, Linked-In, even cell phones.

Then a tree landed on her house during a storm. Before his sudden demise, Alfie tended to the mundane details of life: bills, house repairs, lawn mowing, etc. Now that Mata had no roof over her head, she was forced to face reality — rarely strong skill in monastic spiritual types. Meditation, herbal tea – even pot – couldn’t calm her nerves.

She swallowed the bitter pill and called her son Todd, a hard-nosed lawyer. He invariably took a no-nonsense approach to facing an emergency. Negotiations began. Manta feared being torn from her wooded sanctuary, but she loathed the idea of becoming a charity case.

Todd generously pointed out that she occupied a valuable place in the community. Letting down his guard, he admitted: “Half my friends seek you out to dust themselves off, confess their grievances, ambivalences, hungry for your compassion. Now’s the time to call in the favors. Get a techie to set up a website for you. Give online courses in meditation. Ask a handy person to pitch in with house repairs.” He paused and added: “Leverage your assets. Rent out the barn to free lancers who need space on a part-time basis.”

Mata parked her guru snobbery and contacted friends and yoga clients. Once she got the hang of it, she even allowed Facebook fans to ‘intrude’ on the quiet early mornings normally spent with tea and hummingbirds. Extroverting at this point in her life helped her overcome her grief at Alfie’s loss. She even took up swing dancing.

Confession: The Hestia in me can go for 48 hours listening to the fountain in my garden. Metaphorically speaking, I don’t always hear the storm coming. My early pattern has served me well, as had Mata’s – solitary and introspective, taking things in, digesting and processing. Sometimes when a tree falls, it’s a signal that the time is ripe to move on out with your gifts and balance your hermit consciousness.


  • Practice saying yes to ‘change’.
  • Fake it till you make it.
  • Attend social media courses at the library.
  • Become a phone virtuoso so you don’t have to be out and about more than you can bear.

The bonus from these initiatives is a heightened sense of self-sufficiency. There’s nothing like paying your own way to feel like a very wise woman – particularly when you have so much else going for you. You are more than a sum of your parts – you are a confluence of cosmic forces.