Die Hausmann (The Houseman)
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: The Scoreboard
- A Single Tree
- Worb, Switzerland in Fall
- The Volto Santo
- Tuscany, Italy
- The Prayer of Music
- Cologne Cathedral
- Pope Francis, Family, and Joy
- Exaltation of the Cross
- The Crumbs of Holiness
- Brienzer Rothorn
- Paris
- Prayer
- School, Dependence, and Paradox
- Pride
- Reflecting Light
- Loving Plan
- The Emmental
- Paris, Death, and Uncertainty
- Mt. Pilatus
- The Corner of Church and Gay
- Good Parenting
- To Change or Not To Change
- One Year Later
- Blausee, Switzerland
- Time is Love
- Bern, Switzerland
- Mürren, Switzerland
- Happy Thursday
- Die Hausmann (The Houseman)
- The Call of a Father
- Kandersteg, Switzerland
- Hope and Home
- Human, A Christmas Carol
- The Mountains and the Divine
- Christmas Market
- A Stare
- Penetrating Light
- Venice, Italy
- The Passion and the WC
- The Mountain
- Resurrection
- Market Day in Bern, Switzerland
- Happy Easter
- Good Friday
- Maundy Thursday
- Holy Week Reflection
- The Great Adventure
- A Man and His Crocs
- “Say You, Say Me”
- Kids, a Ball, and Nature
- Thun, Switzerland
- Invitation
- Sports and Passion
- Sunrise-Worb, Switzerland
- Seeing the Beautiful
- Our First Month
- Summer at Seven
- I Believe
- Radiant Presence
- Family
- U.S.A. vs. Germany
- Our Swiss Weekend
- The Paradox of the Road
- The Adventure Continues…
- Happy Father’s Day?
- Celebrating Earth Day
- Interlaken, Switzerland
- My Search for Communion
- The Universal Language of Sports
- An Experienced Faith
- Worb, Switzerland
- Lake Lugano, Switzerland
- To Bless the Space Between
- Language of Love
- The Bridge
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: The Parent Zone
- A Fire of Hope
- Eyes Without a Face
- Modern-Day School Day
- 43
- A Moment in Time
- A Hidden Truth
- Now More Than Ever, We Need the Wisdom of Sports
- A Plea for Truth
- “Shining Like The Sun”
- Gift of Silence
- The Greatest Illusion
- A Stomping Joy
- Listening to Time
- A Beautiful Closure
- Perfectly Average
- Baseball, Friendship, and Bathroom Prophecy
- Moments in Time: Worb, Switzerland
- Moments in Time: Helena, MT
- Mystery and Mirrors
- Present
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: Sports Wounds
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: Sports Balance
- 45 and the Mid-Life Brisk Walk
- A Scandalous Christmas
- Fire
- Moments in Time: London (The Tube)
- Some Random Thoughts at 44
- Hard To Be Human
- Two Choices
- Coming Out of Hibernation
- The Whispers of Nature
- Facebook, Beauty, and Good Friday
- Moments in Time: Dingle, Ireland
- Let’s Dance
- Moments in Time: Glen Coe, Scotland (Highlands)
- Age of Wisdom
- Happy New Year…Cheers to Cranberry Juice and Coffee
- Stockhorn
- The Story of Paris
- Solothurn, Switzerland
- Tissot Peak Walk, Glacier 3000
- Man vs. Nature
- The Swiss Alps from Another Time
- Not Just Another Day
- The Image
- Buildings
- Domodossola, Italy
- The Gray
- Feeling the Falls
- Love Is
- Opposites
- Sunrise Over Lake Maggiore, Italy
- Weather, Writing, and Truth
- A “Religious” Walk Home
- A Quick Day Trip to Luzern, Switzerland
- Year Two
- The Castle on the Hill
- Cold as Stone (3 Years Later)
- Change
- Yes, I Am In Your Business
- “Uniquely Me”
- The Human Balance
- Beyond Croatia’s Beauty
- Back to Reality
- A Friend to Man
- Merry Christmas
- Finding Freedom
- High School Sports Hall of Fame
- Bonnie Scotland
- Turning the Big 4-0
- Nice, France
- Wrestling with Time
- Rounding Second Base
- A New Hang Out
- Welcome to a Journey…
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: The Parent Zone
- A Single Tree
- Worb, Switzerland in Fall
- The Volto Santo
- Tuscany, Italy
- The Prayer of Music
- Cologne Cathedral
- Pope Francis, Family, and Joy
- Exaltation of the Cross
- The Crumbs of Holiness
- Brienzer Rothorn
- Paris
- Prayer
- School, Dependence, and Paradox
- Pride
- Reflecting Light
- Loving Plan
- The Emmental
- Paris, Death, and Uncertainty
- Mt. Pilatus
- The Corner of Church and Gay
- Good Parenting
- To Change or Not To Change
- One Year Later
- Blausee, Switzerland
- Time is Love
- Bern, Switzerland
- Mürren, Switzerland
- Happy Thursday
- Die Hausmann (The Houseman)
- The Call of a Father
- Kandersteg, Switzerland
- Hope and Home
- Human, A Christmas Carol
- The Mountains and the Divine
- Christmas Market
- A Stare
- Penetrating Light
- Venice, Italy
- The Passion and the WC
- The Mountain
- Resurrection
- Market Day in Bern, Switzerland
- Happy Easter
- Good Friday
- Maundy Thursday
- Holy Week Reflection
- The Great Adventure
- A Man and His Crocs
- “Say You, Say Me”
- Kids, a Ball, and Nature
- Thun, Switzerland
- Invitation
- Sports and Passion
- Sunrise-Worb, Switzerland
- Seeing the Beautiful
- Our First Month
- Summer at Seven
- I Believe
- Radiant Presence
- Family
- U.S.A. vs. Germany
- Our Swiss Weekend
- The Paradox of the Road
- The Adventure Continues…
- Happy Father’s Day?
- Celebrating Earth Day
- Interlaken, Switzerland
- My Search for Communion
- The Universal Language of Sports
- An Experienced Faith
- Worb, Switzerland
- Lake Lugano, Switzerland
- To Bless the Space Between
- Language of Love
- The Bridge
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: Sports Wounds
- A Plea for Truth
- Modern-Day School Day
- 43
- A Moment in Time
- A Hidden Truth
- Now More Than Ever, We Need the Wisdom of Sports
- A Fire of Hope
- Gift of Silence
- Moments in Time: Worb, Switzerland
- The Greatest Illusion
- A Stomping Joy
- Listening to Time
- A Beautiful Closure
- Perfectly Average
- Baseball, Friendship, and Bathroom Prophecy
- Age of Wisdom
- Eyes Without a Face
- “Shining Like The Sun”
- Happy New Year…Cheers to Cranberry Juice and Coffee
- Some Random Thoughts at 44
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: Sports Balance
- 45 and the Mid-Life Brisk Walk
- A Scandalous Christmas
- Fire
- Moments in Time: London (The Tube)
- Present
- Two Choices
- Moments in Time: Helena, MT
- Coming Out of Hibernation
- The Whispers of Nature
- Facebook, Beauty, and Good Friday
- Moments in Time: Dingle, Ireland
- Let’s Dance
- Moments in Time: Glen Coe, Scotland (Highlands)
- Hard To Be Human
- Mystery and Mirrors
- The Castle on the Hill
- Stockhorn
- The Story of Paris
- Solothurn, Switzerland
- Tissot Peak Walk, Glacier 3000
- Man vs. Nature
- The Swiss Alps from Another Time
- Not Just Another Day
- The Image
- Buildings
- Domodossola, Italy
- The Gray
- Feeling the Falls
- Love Is
- Opposites
- Sunrise Over Lake Maggiore, Italy
- Weather, Writing, and Truth
- A “Religious” Walk Home
- A Quick Day Trip to Luzern, Switzerland
- Year Two
- Change
- Cold as Stone (3 Years Later)
- Yes, I Am In Your Business
- “Uniquely Me”
- The Human Balance
- Beyond Croatia’s Beauty
- Back to Reality
- A Friend to Man
- Merry Christmas
- Finding Freedom
- High School Sports Hall of Fame
- Bonnie Scotland
- Turning the Big 4-0
- Nice, France
- Wrestling with Time
- Rounding Second Base
- A New Hang Out
- Welcome to a Journey…
I have to be honest that the first time I was called it, it rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe it was because of the accent “HA-ous-Mah-n”. Or maybe because it was something that I never identified myself with before. I mean to answer a question posed by strangers, “Was tun Sie hier in der Schweiz zu tun?” (What do you do here in Switzerland?) with “Ich bin eine Hausmann” (I am a Houseman) is awkward to say the least. I mean on one hand it sounds way to formal for washing floors and toilets. On the other hand it sounds like I should be getting paid for this. And that’s the thing. There lies the rub. Being a Hausmann has been a blessing on so many levels because it has allowed me to continue to wrestle with myself. More specifically the “first-half” of life self.
“One cannot live the afternoon of life according to the program of life’s morning; for what was great in the morning will be of little importance in the evening, and what in the morning was true will at evening have become a lie.”
-Carl Yung
Having gone through the mid-life shift, some like to call it crisis, I like to call it “the beautiful destruction” a few years ago, it might be fun to talk with the first half of life Brett (the big-shot athlete dude) as a means to help better prepare him for the beautiful role he will experience today as Hausmann. For there isn’t much first-half of life stuff here for him.
FHL (Frist Half of Life) Brett: If you aren’t living for a goal you aren’t living…how can you be so content?
Hausmann Brett: Goals in it of themselves are not bad. For instance, I have many goals. I would like to learn the German language a little bit better. I would like to write a couple of books in the next few years. And I would love to travel and see the world. Yet, achieving these goals are not the big deal. These are simply things that I think I would like to do. Sometimes we think we are virtuous when we do things to help build up our superior selves with achievements and goals. When in actuality, virtuous living is done in the shadows. It is done in the quiet day to day lives of those who sacrifice in service to others. This is the big deal. It seems to me there is a verse that pertains to something like this: “The last will be first, and the first will be last.”
FHL Brett: I hear and read about that, and I guess I understand it, but how do I accomplish this?
Hausmann Brett: There is that word again, accomplish!! There isn’t much to accomplish here. It is more about participating in something bigger rather than constructing and doing it yourself. It is more about being ok with being, rather than trying to manufacture yourself as something. Serving others you can do right now even with all of your self-serving motives. I say, go do it! But continue to do it when people stop noticing. Continue to do it when people get offended. Continue to do it when you don’t want to. And the more you do it, the more your motives start to die. This is when you are able to be present with the person in front of you. This is living.
FHL Brett: You keep saying I shouldn’t strive for, or do something, isn’t life about having “no regrets”?
Hausmann Brett: Sure, have no regrets. Try that on for size. How are you doing? I once heard that if you want to be perfect, learn to see, accept, be with, and laugh at the imperfection all around us. Oh, and start with yourself!!! In a lot of ways those of us in the West are hurting ourselves by being spiritually idle. In other words, we aren’t really interested in living to love, rather we live to try to avoid dying. Thus, no regrets means something completely different. There is a truth that you can’t manufacture on your own. There is a life that is born that can only come from dying. This is the rhythm of joy. The problems will come in your life when you resist the things that need to die. How did you feel when your baseball career came to a close? Are you still trying? What are you so afraid of? Why do you want to stay put? The ego will always resist failure and dying…thus you must learn to see from a different pair of lenses. You must have the courage to be weak. To be vulnerable. You must be comfortable within the paradox of the cross, and thus your own cross. Everything you know to be true is upside down. Then you will begin to be able to see clearly. For there is really only one regret in life.
“The only real sadness, the only real failure, the only great tragedy in life, is not to become a saint.”
-Leon Bloy
FHL Brett: But I believe in God and I feel like God wants me to have Him in my life, and do what makes me happy.
Hausmann Brett: I am glad that your faith is present and important to you. But here is a little secret. God does not need you. He can be Himself, and do what He does, without you. There will come a time in your life when you realize how much you try to fit God into what makes you happy. In other words, you probably think that as long as you are happy, God must be happy with what you are doing. Therefore, if you are asked to do something that you aren’t happy with then God isn’t happy with this either, and thus this must not be your “calling”. What has worked in the past probably won’t work anymore in the future. This doesn’t mean it wasn’t an important step in your relationship with God, just a first one. Real faith comes when you decide that the relationship is the big deal. Not the happiness or the doing. It is about participating in the Divine Life that God invites us to be a part of. When you begin to realize this, the doors of joy will fling open and your life begins to be filled with things that you can’t manufacture on your own. It is less about making choices and more about allowing yourself to be led. It’s not about you…what freedom there is in this!!!
Hausmann Brett: I will leave you with this last piece of advice. The only person that will stop you from experiencing what you truly desire is yourself. You have the power to either enter into the second half of your life or not. Although you can’t manufacture it yourself, the time will come when you must respond, usually through a failure of some sort. Take courage, for it will test you to your core. Have patience because it takes time to sort through the ego structures and mess that we create during the first half of life. Don’t do it alone. Surround yourself with those who have walked their own roads of painful glory for they will challenge and comfort you through the process. Finally, come to grips with your painful past. We all have them. Wounds and pain are part of the journey. Stop resisting them and blaming others, and enter in, for here you will discover your deepest desires. Desires that will lead you to what you have wanted all along.
Someday please read Falling Upward by Richard Rohr, you will know the time when it comes. For there is a poem in the back of the book by Thomas Merton. One day you will understand the words of this poem more fully and you will come to see more clearly why being a Hausmann is in fact beautiful.
When in the Soul of the Serene Disciple
When in the soul of the serene disciple
With no more Fathers to imitate
Poverty is a success,
It is a small thing to say the roof is gone:
He has not even a house.Stars, as well as friends,
Are angry with the noble ruin.
Saints depart in several directions.Be still:
There is no longer any need of comment.
It was a lucky wind
That blew away his halo with his cares,
A lucky sea that drowned his reputation.Here you will find
Neither a proverb nor a memorandum.
There are no ways,
No methods to admire
Where poverty is no achievement.
His God lives in his emptiness like an affliction.What choice remains?
Well, to be ordinary is not a choice:
It is the usual freedom
Of men without visions.-Thomas Merton