>In Honor of Clarissa Walker


I published this post in October of 2010, in honor of my husband’s grandmother.  On March 7, 2011, Clarissa Walker, the woman who influenced my husband more than any other passed away. In remembrance I republish this post:

How do you feel when you hear these words,  “How can I help?”  If someone approached you on the street and asked you this question, what might you say? If you asked yourself, how you might help yourself, what answer might you give?

Mrs. Clarissa Walker is my grandmother-in-law.  In 1968, she was recruited to work with Sabathani Community Center in Minneapolis.  In almost 40 years of employment with Sabathani, she housed, fed, clothed and did the taxes of low income people in the community and beyond.  When I called the center, looking for my boyfriend (who is now my husband), her grandson, “Chucky,” she answered the phone, “How can I help?”  Even at a young age, this question always struck me.

This question defines the spirit of Mrs. Walker. She not only asked, “How can I Help?” but she responded to those needs.  Now, Mrs. Walker is unable to respond to those needs, and the community has lost the generosity she gave so freely.

On November 6, is Mrs. Walker’s Birthday. She will be 79.  To honor her spirit, my husband, Charles Rogers has created The National “How Can I Help” Day.  On this day, we remember how good it feels to give. We ask the question, “How Can I Help?”, and we open our eyes and perk up our ears and see where there is a need, and respond. It can be as simple as opening a door for a stranger or donating money to a cause.  You may also choose to ask yourself, How you can I help myself.  We often neglect to do what would make us feel good, and when we feel good we can’t help but to spread that goodness.

Today’s Soul Tip:

Light that Giving fire. It feels good. Begin to live this question everyday, and see your world open up.

If this Day of “How Can I Help” resonates with you, share it.  We see this vision spreading like gentle wildfire through our homes, communities and beyond.  It will become a day we cultivate and honor not just once a year, but every day. We are all here together, and when we are down and out, we might like to hear, “How Can I Help?”

For more information on Mrs. Walker, go to these links:

In 2004, she was given the Preus award, an award which recognizes individuals who are true servants.

A Blog Post by her grandson, Charles Rogers

On Facebook? Become a Fan of Mrs. Walker’s Page and stay updated on National “How Can I Help” Day on November 6.  A place for you to share how you helped.

The Soul Reporter



She was afraid to turn on her power. She could not keep the gaze.

On a recent walk I saw a bird. It seemed he was asking me to follow him as he leapt from spot to spot. Where might he lead, I wondered. To my left I saw something, and looked away from the bird. Worried I would lose sight of the bird, I was relieved when I didn’t. But the bird flew behind me instead.

I have often been one to take every little experience, even one from a bird as my way-shower; showing me the way to what I have not seen before.  This way of living came natural for years and years, then the thoughts in my head got louder, drowning out these small, yet profound learning opportunities. I am happy the bird showed me I am still able to pay attention and use everything to teach me.  What I learned from this bird is a lesson in distraction and focus.  When we become distracted, we lose our focus, and take several steps back.

I went walking again yesterday.  I had been feeling well, then suddenly I was not. I dialogued.
Q.  What’s wrong, my darling? (as the saying goes, we catch more bees with honey, darling)
A. Stuck solid. Inactive.
Q. What’s inactive?
A. A pursuit.
Q. What’s the pursuit?
A. Love.

Such poetry, The Voice Inside. I love her ways.  And I am so happy to know the “off” feeling I get so often means I am STUCK SOLID. I am inactive in my awakening process. I have in a sense, gone to sleep. When I am asleep, I am not aware, and I am not actively participating in my pursuit of love, of Self.  In my stuck moments, I am afraid to turn on the active, ever-flowing power of love and what it means to be awake.

Life is a series of awakenings.  ~Sivananda

The brightest and deepest I remember my gaze, where I never lost focus and pursued with my heart, is when I was 19, and found out I was pregnant. Other than the fear of some medical issues I was facing at the time, I knew I was having the baby.  I was committed and dedicated to the life inside of me, whether or not her father or my parents or society was. In fact, a counselor had told me, being a young, single mom is the fastest way to poverty. Who does this woman think she is? Does she think she knows everything? Well, she doesn’t know me. There is beauty in being young and so called, naive.  
19, the last time my eyes were 100% clear and could keep my gaze upon the bird.  This surfacing remembrance, along with the appearance of the bird on my path, lets me know I need this clear gaze again. I quit my job. It was my only source of income. But I could not do it. That time for me has passed.  I declared to do what I want to do; to create the life I want.  To follow my heart in the name of Love.  The Voice Inside says, Dedication, my dear.  The rest, is settled.

Today’s Soul Tip:

When we dedicate ourselves to a purpose, our needs are taken care of, even the financial ones we most tend to worry about. In fact, it is the financial ones, which are the easiest to upload into our life.  It is the dedication which sits at the center and attracts all needs, desires, possibilities.  Our work is the dedication; the desire to commit; the rest will fall into place.