I heard a saying the other day: “worrying is like praying for bad things to happen.”
I can’t figure out how I feel about it. My immediate reaction was to think that the saying ascribes too much intention to worrying. If nothing else, to frame worrying as a manifestation of negative outcomes is exactly the sort of formulation that would make a worrier worry more. Many worriers can’t control their “bad thoughts,” no matter how hard they try. The thoughts feel nothing at all like prayers; they feel like intrusions.
Still, the remark stuck with me, and when words linger like that there’s usually a reason. While some of my worries do feel stuck to me, I know that there are others I could put down. I know that I spend a lot of time feeling fearful and anxious about things that haven’t happened, and this sometimes keeps me from appreciating the goodness of what is.
I come by worrying honestly. My mom is a worrier, and her father was a worrier. He passed away before I was born, but my mother has often recounted the image of him sitting in his armchair, clutching his Greek worry beads. (I sometimes think of him when I’m counting my mala beads, which I do when I’m worried as well as when I’m meditative.) Digestive ailments, made worse by stress and tension, run in the family.
It’s impossible to say whether these traits are learned or embedded in our genes, and I’m sure it’s a mixture of both. Sometimes it troubles me to think that I’m carrying on a legacy that we’d all leave behind us if we could.
What I know is that I’m a little more conscious about my worrying because it’s a family affair. Growing up around worriers and observing the toll that worry takes on their lives has made me more equipped to examine my own worrying critically. When I’m lucky, I can catch certain patterns as they emerge and do something to lessen their impact. And it helps to have mom who is a worrier, too, because we can comfort each other, bring each other back to reality, and have a good laugh about our worries from time to time.
This week, I’m sharing novelist Kevin Wilson’s essay about his own family lineage of worry. Wilson is a longtime anxiety sufferer. His young son, Griff, is now struggling with anxiety, too. Wilson struggles to release the guilt he feels about having passed his anxiety on to Griff while also recognizing his son’s fundamental separateness. He writes,
It’s a tender recognition that Griff’s anxiety–like every other part of him–is unique.
When I was young, I was often told that I came by my stomach aches and worries honestly. That may be true, but how I choose to manage them is another story. I approach my worry differently than do other members of my family, which is how it should be, since we’re different people with different needs. What matters is that we can recognize the tendencies in each other and rise up to greet them with empathy and love.
This seems to be what’s on Wilson’s mind at the conclusion of his essay:
Speaking of empathy, I’m also linking to an interesting article about how empathic listening can help to mitigate stress. The article describes many of the listening techniques I’m learning about in my counseling course, from the use of reflections to the importance of “feeling words.” But it presents them not only as communication skills, but also as a means of fostering mutual understanding that can help to allay stress. It’s definitely my experience that meaningful connection can be an antidote to the isolation of anxiety, so the article resonated.
I hope you enjoy the reads. First, some tasty recipes to get things started!
I love shepherd’s pie, and it’s been a while since I tried a new recipe. I’m really excited about Malin’s shepherd’s pie in-a-skillet, which features a hearty lentil filling and a creamy potato/cauliflower topping.
A bright, beautiful, colorful squash and farro salad from the folks at Bon Appetit. I don’t often run into honeycut squash, but I’ll grab some the next time I find them at the farmer’s market. And I’m guessing delicata squash would be a perfect substitute, too.
There’s nothing like a good slice of (vegan) pizza, and I’m always on the hunt for recipes that are easy to make. I love Haley’s cheeseless pizza, above–she roasts the veggies with balsamic before piling them on the crust, which gives them extra flavor and a touch of sweetness.
It’s chili season. For me, part of the fun of making vegan chili is experimenting with different legumes as a base. I’ve never thought to make a split pea chili, but Jodi is inspiring me with her chunky, nutritious split pea and white bean chili. Can’t wait to try it with a dollop of vegan yogurt on top.
Dessert! As usual, Ashlae knocks it out of the park with her vegan chocolate caramel shortbread tarts. Even the toppings (sea salt and maple ganache) have me drooling.
1. Last week, I shared Atul Gawande’s thoughts on the value of incremental health care. Gawande is a strong advocate of the power of open communication between doctors and their patients, not only because it allows information to be exchanged, but also because it can hasten healing.
Danielle Ofri’s article on “the conversation placebo” follows the same thread. Ofri details a study in which a group of patients with chronic pain was divided in two; half received sham physical therapy, while the other received real PT. Real PT led to greater pain reduction, but the discrepancy was less than might be imagined (46% through real PT as opposed to 25% reduction through placebo medicine).
The groups were divided once again, with half of the group getting focused, attentive communication from their caretakers, the other half none. Here’s where it gets interesting: the patients who got sham PT with focused, attentive communication and dialog reported a 55% decrease in pain. This means that communication and placebo medicine provided more palliative therapy than physical therapy. (Those who got real PT with communication reported 77% decrease in pain, which is the best outcome of the group.)
It’s more evidence that peoples’ need to be witnessed, heard, and taken care of is a profound force in the healing process. Drugs and treatments matter, but so too does simple human attention.
2. Also on the topic of attention–this time, attentive listening–Dr. Arthur Ciaramicoli’s thoughts on the power of empathic listening as a means of releasing stress.
3. A fascinating look at the work of Maria Sibylla Merian. Merian was a 17th century Dutch woman who juggled motherhood and managing a household with a pioneering career as a botanist, naturalist, artist, and entomologist. In 1699, she said with her daughter from the Netherlands to present-day Suriname–a 5,000 mile journey–and created a remarkable artistic and descriptive treatise on the flora and fauna she observed.
Her great masterwork, the “Metamorphosis Insectorum Surinamensium” has just been republished. It’s well worth checking out the book’s website and the New York Times article in order to look at Merian’s remarkable illustrations and engravings.
4. Potatoes are often regarded as an unhealthy food, in spite of their offerings of fiber, potassium, phosphorus, and iron, among other nutrients. Tamar Haspel has smart things to say about why potatoes get unfairly maligned and deserve some reconsideration. I love potatoes and other starchy plant foods, so I don’t need much encouragement to eat them. But I’ll hang on to the article for sharing with those who might be curious about welcoming more spuds into their diets.
5. Finally, Kevin Wilson’s honest and touching article about his anxiety, his son’s anxiety, and the ties that bind their stories together.
Enjoy the reads, and I’ll be back soon with a new favorite, wintery grain salad. Happy Sunday.
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