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I’m on a high from spending time with 10 women on a yoga retreat. Some of them I knew, most of them I did not. We ate breakfast, lunch and dinner by the Caribbean Sea with our feet in powder-soft sand, slapped mosquitos on our sun-kissed skin, drank hibiscus tea, and talked about very real life obstacles. I listened to and participated in stories about suicide, cancer, chronic illness, race, privilege, complex relationships with our spouses, fears about screwing up our kids, aging and female adulthood.

All these women were illuminators. I know we all have diminishing tendencies but we came to this place to illuminate the light inside of us and with others in the group.

As we gather with friends and family more over the next months during the holiday season, I invite you to think about those you surround yourself and their affect on you.

The New York Times opinion writer David Brooks wrote a book over the course of 4 years to better understand how to know others more deeply in an attempt to find out how to make others feel respected and understood. I love this premise.

In his research, he made an observation:

I’ve noticed along the way that some people are much better at seeing people than others are. In any collection of humans, there are diminishers and there are illuminators. Diminishers are so into themselves, they make others feel insignificant. They stereotype and label. If they learn one thing about you, they proceed to make a series of assumptions about who you must be.

Illuminators, on the other hand, have a persistent curiosity about other people. They have been trained or have trained themselves in the craft of understanding others. They know how to ask the right questions at the right times — so that they can see things, at least a bit, from another’s point of view. They shine the brightness of their care on people and make them feel bigger, respected, lit up.

I have been thinking about this distinction. Which one am I? I’d like to believe I’m more of an illuminator, which I think is true today and I sure hope I keep this curiosity going as I age. I also think I used to be more of a diminisher, which I don’t like to admit. Perhaps I was young, ignorant, or lacked self confidence. Some of us are raised a certain way, taught to label others. Gossiping was also a thing in my teens and 20s. I used to work alongside colleagues who operated with Mean Girl values and it infiltrated my thoughts.

When my depression got very dark, it was hard for those who never experienced something like it to understand what I was going through. Maybe this was when I decided that I don’t need to agree or fully understand what someone is going through to know that their experience is valid. What someone is going through is their own truth and reality. I can ask more questions, truly listen, and hear how they came to believe what they do. This practice deepened over the last year with my podcast and I’m grateful for this opportunity.

Which one are you? Who are the top 10 people you speak to, spend time with, or work alongside? I don’t think it matters if they are illuminators or diminishers. Think how they shape you, make you feel, and allow you to think. With this awareness, maybe you can simply observe. Or maybe it’s an invitation to shake things up with your relationships. Knowing this distinction, think about how you want to spend time with them next time.

According to Brooks’ book, How to Know a Person (I just started it and have learned so much already), being an illuminator takes skill and practice. We can all learn to be illuminators if we are open to doing the work. We must train ourselves, learn the craft, and apply it. It’s about being generous, listening with curiosity, being open to the experiences of others, resisting the urge to see only a piece of someone for who they are and, instead, appreciating them as holistic people.

A special shout out to my pen pal I’ve never met in real life, and Substack writer

Hilary’s piece describes the time she met Mr. Winkler, who took the time to sit down and meet with fans, a gesture he didn’t have to do but did anyway. I recommend you read her piece, which describes his learning disability as a child, his parents calling him a dumb dog, and how, when he went into acting, “He struggled to learn lines, for which he was roundly mocked, but he was undeterred. ‘I live by two words,’ Winkler states. ‘Tenacity and gratitude. I was extremely single-minded.’

She described Henry Winkler as an illuminator.

P.S. Here’s to letting go of expectations. Last week I didn’t post my usual Friday newsletter. Happy to be back.

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