As the words were written; I'm thinking again of those for whom a literal storm is approaching, and reminded of how small what the rest of us face today is by comparison. I'm not watching the news today; doing so is another precious time drainer. Life is too short and as each day passes there is so much to do with the gift of each day that we have.
I'm literally sitting in the dark; coming into a place that is another blessing, with no lights on. A timer turned them off. I could get up and turn them on again, though it's as if there's a nudge that my reason for coming in at all is sticking to my commitment of making this entry on the last day of the month, and that I should make this session short; there's life going on out there and I'm to take care of other things, too, on a day when the rest of the blessed ones are enjoying a long holiday weekend. I think again of those who know of their blessings.
Again, I watched a DVD by a respected friend who has thrived and prospered by living on the edge. Not unlike her and as she has chosen to continue, I've lost touch with whatever a 'comfort zone' is. The difference between us is I'm where she was at a much earlier time in her life, when living on the edge was circumstance before it became conscious choice. Comfort is appreciated, though fleeting, as there are 'miles to go before sleep'.
This is for those without the 'luxury' of having a place to go to write or keep a commitment, who've not yet learned what a commitment is; life is about whether or not there will be any food, or a place to sleep that's safe and dry. Many of these are children; some are alone.
This is what life is; they're all our children. My gift is perspective; we are all connected. The latter was not learned until much later; it was a cliche' until understood. The more learned the more that is revealed that opens up realms that can't be mastered in one lifetime. So again I feel small, though not in a powerless way.
When abundance is all around in the most obvious way, I will still be a student. When others call me an expert or authority I will still be learning from the children. They arrive to teach us what we have forgotten, and continue to remind us that we never get it all, they can smile and be happy 'for no reason', as we all are entitled to do at any moment.
Happiness is momentary, and our purpose here is to increase the ratio of those moments as much as possible for ourselves and others. Children can do it for no charge and create other smiles, for moments that are all too fleeting. There's a lesson in there. Then when an 'expert' re-learns the 'skill' of 'teaching' others that we all have that choice at any moment, they're paid thousands per hour. The environments we grew into made us forget we always had a choice, and huge amounts of the luxury of time and money were re-invested to 'remember'.
When we ignore or diminish the joy of a child we ignore and diminish ourselves. When the environment overwhelms us to the point that taking time to know what matters is a 'luxury' we 'don't have', abundance has not abandoned us; it is we that have left.
I can pray at this moment that those preparing for yet another storm are delivered to safety with minimal inconveniences. One human life can only tolerate so many storms without the proper support. There is enough for everyone to thrive; we must be there before the storm in some way, whatever way we can. There is no honor in a 'noble' reaction to the 'aftermath'; there are no 'heroes' when enough were aware in advance and chose not to offer as much as a prayer. We are all set back when another suffers in a way that could have been prevented. Every moment must be weighed when getting to 'what's next' overshadows a 'child' reaching out, as it's happening somewhere, every moment. The more we remember, the more smiles, the fewer tears, the more life.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Thursday, July 31, 2008
A Four-letter Word
Thanks again to Maria, and cherished friends in common...
Hate? What?
These were my first thoughts when requested of to write about what we ‘hate’ or ‘fear’, which can be the same, though are not always (or I’ve had a tough time equating them), as mentioned by our Dalai Lama*.
After spending hours thinking and as the days passed quickly to when I felt I must get this out, the only logical place to look was Neale Donald Walsch and Humanity’s Team pages to enter the keyword and see what came up.
At first I was surprised being asked to write about the word at all, a four-letter-word that enlightened beings aren’t supposed to feel, or even say most of the time, unless explaining it in the moment in response to a question or observation.
The first result did not have the word in the article; it appeared because it’s contained in the word whatever, used as ‘whatever we think we need’ (interesting; can general apathy resurface as the same?). Nonetheless, the post had its own significance:
The Crazy Things We Tell Our Children About Life
http://blog.beliefnet.com/conversationswithgod/2007/07/the-crazy-things-we-tell-our-c.html
"quick with messages of hate, calling all Westerners legitimate targets because of the actions of leaders…”
http://blog.beliefnet.com/conversationswithgod/2007/07/the-headlines-say-it-all-our-c.html
* "It is impossible to achieve inner peace when you are full of hate, suspicion and fear," the Buddhist spiritual leader told 5,500 people who packed Barton Hall for the first of his three public appearances during a two-day visit...
"Taking care of others is the best guarantee for your own happy future," the 72-year-old exiled Tibetan leader and Nobel laureate said.
http://www.humanitysteam.org/news/dalai-lama-oct2007
To answer the question, I hate what I don’t yet understand. For example, the ‘need’ to force-feed us sports at the end of every newscast, as if how could everyone not be interested, or the assumption that we are. Sports has its place, though it is also predominant and described or referred to in what our children are taught: competition, winners and losers, even in ‘religion’.
It is the truth of another culture to identify more as a member of that culture than as a unique individual and part of a collective humanity who may self-identify as such. Many are not permitted to make that choice, make it in secret, or embrace the culture.
Each is their own truth; I have learned to accept that, as it appears that all of humanity ‘knowing’ would not be an accurate description of humanity itself, with all its flaws and ‘natural’ tendencies.
If searching for the purposes in our lives consists of acquiring answers to a series of questions, it was inevitable that the one about ‘hate’ would come up eventually, and now being ‘all there is’...; in a different moment, I don’t like it.
Answers were found recently. Still processing, understanding intellectually and not emotionally. I get the words; not yet feeling or fully comprehending them, knowing others don't, the ones we don’t ‘understand’, that as part of our existence we share the planet with. It is contrast that characterizes our humanity, which allows us to distinguish joy from pain and injustice. I will accept this, and understand, not as much now as I will.
Born ‘without a hateful bone in my body’, as they say where I grew up, nor with a capacity for jealousy (who isn’t?). I didn’t understand when others ‘hated’ me for no reason I could see, or were ‘jealous’ for reasons I couldn’t understand. This occurred at different times with different people from childhood to now (like most all of us). When someone I was ‘deeply in love with’ chose someone else over me, I wasn’t jealous, I just didn’t understand. Later, I did. It wasn’t the father of my child, though it paved the way for that experience.
When we seek our essence, the thing that makes us ‘one’, there is no evil or hatred; the latter are learned or imposed by environment. The things people do to each other is not who they are; somehow they were taught to deny themselves in a form of ‘selfishness’, as who we really are has nothing to do with scarcity or competition.
In a lifetime, it appears to be impossible for some to shake off the layers of hatred and fear their environments have surrounded them with, that have told them that the opposite of who they are is what is. Many are not given the option to disagree at a very vulnerable time, as doing so would result in either a spiritual or physical death.
I don’t know how many are walking around with spirits beyond recovery, left ‘alive’ in body, in a hell on earth. I don’t fully understand who cannot or refuses to see this. I can’t explain how I still cannot hate one who deliberately hurts a child or others. ‘Intellectually’, I sometimes feel that I should. The equipment isn’t there; am I blessed, or cursed? I choose the former.
“Children are resilient.” is so often used as an excuse when the choice is to do nothing, consciously or otherwise. Broken spirits can make such statements. How many cannot unbreak the brokenness, mirrors of the systems in which they choose to live?
Someone, at some time in their most tender moments, stole the key, in a way that no one else could replace. I hate the emptiness left behind that gets turned on others. I hate not knowing if the moment has passed or is yet to come when a soul teeters between living and dying, and what might have prevented it. I hate the causes of what creates hate.
Hate? What?
These were my first thoughts when requested of to write about what we ‘hate’ or ‘fear’, which can be the same, though are not always (or I’ve had a tough time equating them), as mentioned by our Dalai Lama*.
After spending hours thinking and as the days passed quickly to when I felt I must get this out, the only logical place to look was Neale Donald Walsch and Humanity’s Team pages to enter the keyword and see what came up.
At first I was surprised being asked to write about the word at all, a four-letter-word that enlightened beings aren’t supposed to feel, or even say most of the time, unless explaining it in the moment in response to a question or observation.
The first result did not have the word in the article; it appeared because it’s contained in the word whatever, used as ‘whatever we think we need’ (interesting; can general apathy resurface as the same?). Nonetheless, the post had its own significance:
The Crazy Things We Tell Our Children About Life
http://blog.beliefnet.com/conversationswithgod/2007/07/the-crazy-things-we-tell-our-c.html
"quick with messages of hate, calling all Westerners legitimate targets because of the actions of leaders…”
http://blog.beliefnet.com/conversationswithgod/2007/07/the-headlines-say-it-all-our-c.html
* "It is impossible to achieve inner peace when you are full of hate, suspicion and fear," the Buddhist spiritual leader told 5,500 people who packed Barton Hall for the first of his three public appearances during a two-day visit...
"Taking care of others is the best guarantee for your own happy future," the 72-year-old exiled Tibetan leader and Nobel laureate said.
http://www.humanitysteam.org/news/dalai-lama-oct2007
To answer the question, I hate what I don’t yet understand. For example, the ‘need’ to force-feed us sports at the end of every newscast, as if how could everyone not be interested, or the assumption that we are. Sports has its place, though it is also predominant and described or referred to in what our children are taught: competition, winners and losers, even in ‘religion’.
It is the truth of another culture to identify more as a member of that culture than as a unique individual and part of a collective humanity who may self-identify as such. Many are not permitted to make that choice, make it in secret, or embrace the culture.
Each is their own truth; I have learned to accept that, as it appears that all of humanity ‘knowing’ would not be an accurate description of humanity itself, with all its flaws and ‘natural’ tendencies.
If searching for the purposes in our lives consists of acquiring answers to a series of questions, it was inevitable that the one about ‘hate’ would come up eventually, and now being ‘all there is’...; in a different moment, I don’t like it.
Answers were found recently. Still processing, understanding intellectually and not emotionally. I get the words; not yet feeling or fully comprehending them, knowing others don't, the ones we don’t ‘understand’, that as part of our existence we share the planet with. It is contrast that characterizes our humanity, which allows us to distinguish joy from pain and injustice. I will accept this, and understand, not as much now as I will.
Born ‘without a hateful bone in my body’, as they say where I grew up, nor with a capacity for jealousy (who isn’t?). I didn’t understand when others ‘hated’ me for no reason I could see, or were ‘jealous’ for reasons I couldn’t understand. This occurred at different times with different people from childhood to now (like most all of us). When someone I was ‘deeply in love with’ chose someone else over me, I wasn’t jealous, I just didn’t understand. Later, I did. It wasn’t the father of my child, though it paved the way for that experience.
When we seek our essence, the thing that makes us ‘one’, there is no evil or hatred; the latter are learned or imposed by environment. The things people do to each other is not who they are; somehow they were taught to deny themselves in a form of ‘selfishness’, as who we really are has nothing to do with scarcity or competition.
In a lifetime, it appears to be impossible for some to shake off the layers of hatred and fear their environments have surrounded them with, that have told them that the opposite of who they are is what is. Many are not given the option to disagree at a very vulnerable time, as doing so would result in either a spiritual or physical death.
I don’t know how many are walking around with spirits beyond recovery, left ‘alive’ in body, in a hell on earth. I don’t fully understand who cannot or refuses to see this. I can’t explain how I still cannot hate one who deliberately hurts a child or others. ‘Intellectually’, I sometimes feel that I should. The equipment isn’t there; am I blessed, or cursed? I choose the former.
“Children are resilient.” is so often used as an excuse when the choice is to do nothing, consciously or otherwise. Broken spirits can make such statements. How many cannot unbreak the brokenness, mirrors of the systems in which they choose to live?
Someone, at some time in their most tender moments, stole the key, in a way that no one else could replace. I hate the emptiness left behind that gets turned on others. I hate not knowing if the moment has passed or is yet to come when a soul teeters between living and dying, and what might have prevented it. I hate the causes of what creates hate.
Monday, June 30, 2008
'Oneness', and our connections
My 'new' soul associations inspired, and assigned today's entry; my continued gratitude, and shared expression, now, and as we go forward together:
I call myself a catalyst; will never forget the word from first hearing it in chemistry class. Liked the teacher, forgot his name, which doesn't matter; what's in a name anyway? Plenty, according to lots of others on the planet now who have been taught that naming both identifies, and limits (thank you Eckart, and Oprah). Others have called me a connector; I'll take that, too (and thank you as well, Mr. Gladwell). It is in both 'labels' and without them that I exist, that I am. With regard to the latter, and the former, for that matter, there are common themes, which become deeper as one 'moment' leads to the next. If time is an illusion, I've gotten the message at the right time, whatever that is to you, or me.
Have gone full circle as I reflect on the words of my new associates, which in my former existence I would not have done, to check their personal expressions before 'creating' my own. It's different now, what 'happened' since getting the prompt for this expression took place in a sequence that only supported this moment; I am firstly allowing myself to be helped, not being the self-sufficient 'rock', survivor. Our teacher said almost in passing, though it rang loud here, that to ask for help is allowing one from whom input is sought to rise to the occasion (forgive my lack of the exact yet equally profound words). Here, I utilized what was available and willing to further our thoughts, which are both literally and invisibly connected.
The past few years have shaken whoever I once thought I was, in both beautiful and 'awakening' ways. Indeed, I would not be here, or having this experience had 'things' turned out differently (Duh!); though yes, I also said that out loud, and at least to me it didn't sound quite so obvious...
There are many teachers all around us, some assigned, some chosen, some willing though unacknowledged, and some are not in human form, like a plant, or something else...my life is merely an extension and reflection of all of them, even those who feel that to challenge is against me and in their favor; that is part of their journey as well. I'm grateful for the moments of joy sparked by a child, and others. If nothing else, life so far is teaching 'children' the wonders and lessons in small things; it is also what is learned from 'children' in those same moments.
Labels, limits, like the stickers on plastic containers! What if a few are wrong? What if all are 'wrong'? 'Check in' is the place where our bodies tell us the answers, though we don't always interpret the message as it may have been intended. I agree; coming back to where the answers are is the journey of thousands of miles from the same body! And I don't use exclamation points casually. I've come to know where the compass is, and for some time now have had 'Information' stamped on my forehead visible to everyone but a precious few, much to my beautiful child's present though natural resentment (I understand, as one memory from his time is also like yesterday).
That said, this entire exercise has been an illustration in circles, or half-circles, as coming back to where you were is not always an indication of progress. It doesn't help to express to one not so engaged your connection to them, or to feel in a way that makes one uncomfortable another's connection to you, though nothing really changes what is for always.
A purpose is chosen, by some, seen by others, and observed by all, when the choice is made to observe; all are connected, and when we can 'take it', all are one. Being in the zone of 'discomfort' by one is 'home' to another, and can reverse at different 'times'. The words of angels are spoken by those with no shoes, and we are blessed. My joy comes from the eyes of a child, and the comfort of knowing and remembering the depth of truth. The quotes, accepted from those from whom I cannot be separate, say the rest, for now...
There is a field... beyond right and wrong... I'll meet you there. -Rumi
Believe... in spite of the evidence. Then watch the evidence change. -Jim Wallis
I call myself a catalyst; will never forget the word from first hearing it in chemistry class. Liked the teacher, forgot his name, which doesn't matter; what's in a name anyway? Plenty, according to lots of others on the planet now who have been taught that naming both identifies, and limits (thank you Eckart, and Oprah). Others have called me a connector; I'll take that, too (and thank you as well, Mr. Gladwell). It is in both 'labels' and without them that I exist, that I am. With regard to the latter, and the former, for that matter, there are common themes, which become deeper as one 'moment' leads to the next. If time is an illusion, I've gotten the message at the right time, whatever that is to you, or me.
Have gone full circle as I reflect on the words of my new associates, which in my former existence I would not have done, to check their personal expressions before 'creating' my own. It's different now, what 'happened' since getting the prompt for this expression took place in a sequence that only supported this moment; I am firstly allowing myself to be helped, not being the self-sufficient 'rock', survivor. Our teacher said almost in passing, though it rang loud here, that to ask for help is allowing one from whom input is sought to rise to the occasion (forgive my lack of the exact yet equally profound words). Here, I utilized what was available and willing to further our thoughts, which are both literally and invisibly connected.
The past few years have shaken whoever I once thought I was, in both beautiful and 'awakening' ways. Indeed, I would not be here, or having this experience had 'things' turned out differently (Duh!); though yes, I also said that out loud, and at least to me it didn't sound quite so obvious...
There are many teachers all around us, some assigned, some chosen, some willing though unacknowledged, and some are not in human form, like a plant, or something else...my life is merely an extension and reflection of all of them, even those who feel that to challenge is against me and in their favor; that is part of their journey as well. I'm grateful for the moments of joy sparked by a child, and others. If nothing else, life so far is teaching 'children' the wonders and lessons in small things; it is also what is learned from 'children' in those same moments.
Labels, limits, like the stickers on plastic containers! What if a few are wrong? What if all are 'wrong'? 'Check in' is the place where our bodies tell us the answers, though we don't always interpret the message as it may have been intended. I agree; coming back to where the answers are is the journey of thousands of miles from the same body! And I don't use exclamation points casually. I've come to know where the compass is, and for some time now have had 'Information' stamped on my forehead visible to everyone but a precious few, much to my beautiful child's present though natural resentment (I understand, as one memory from his time is also like yesterday).
That said, this entire exercise has been an illustration in circles, or half-circles, as coming back to where you were is not always an indication of progress. It doesn't help to express to one not so engaged your connection to them, or to feel in a way that makes one uncomfortable another's connection to you, though nothing really changes what is for always.
A purpose is chosen, by some, seen by others, and observed by all, when the choice is made to observe; all are connected, and when we can 'take it', all are one. Being in the zone of 'discomfort' by one is 'home' to another, and can reverse at different 'times'. The words of angels are spoken by those with no shoes, and we are blessed. My joy comes from the eyes of a child, and the comfort of knowing and remembering the depth of truth. The quotes, accepted from those from whom I cannot be separate, say the rest, for now...
There is a field... beyond right and wrong... I'll meet you there. -Rumi
Believe... in spite of the evidence. Then watch the evidence change. -Jim Wallis
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Gender Disclosed; Now What?
The reason for this writing was in response to a feature article. I've also included a link to one that explains as well part of where I'm coming from. As a woman having grown up elsewhere, then having spent most of my adulthood in New York City, I've had feet in two worlds ever since, and am constantly reminded of the contrasts of radically different environments, both for myself, other women, and not least of all my child.
As a woman who's now also had exposure with 'the system' and how many women are treated by other women to whom they turn for help, I've also experienced the secondary 'sexism' they often unconsciously or deliberately exercise in determining outcomes for other women and their children, as well as on other levels forms of 'reverse-racism', and been the target of trans-generational anger for what my 'fore-mothers' may or may not have done to others.
Though my upbringing was different, I now consider myself a member of the human race and do not identify much with my exterior, which is among other things, unapologetically female. According to the models illustrated, I'm neither 'feminist' nor "womanist", and do not necessarily agree with the definitions offered. Something in between might be a better description, though what that name might be is not for me to determine at this time.
I deeply respect and understand the oppression generations of women have endured from all races in their respective different ways, including the bloodlines that preceded my existence: those of my own family. Much of the former continues today, here, and often to an even greater almost unimaginable degree in other parts of the world.
In addition to attending to our own 'backyards' and streets, we do not have time to either unconsciously or otherwise punish each other for what our parents, grandparents, and those before them, where we are, 'did to each other'. By engaging in this residual generational resentment, sexism, patriarchy, and 'cultural elitism'(for lack of a better term), we collectively and simultaneously underserve ourselves and other women and children who continue to suffer, many with no voices at all.
Unlike other campaigns or elections, where more often than not it seemed like any vote was for 'the lesser of two evils', that is not the case now. As the article included here states better than I can, and as well for the reasons connected to those comprehensively covered by noted contributors, some of whom are personal friends, I must cast my vote for a particular woman, for all women, and their children.
In closing, I continue as a friend, equal, supporter, and spokesperson for women and children, so that our sons and daughters will no longer live in environments of fear, anger, and violence, as soon as possible, like now.
Goodbye to All That (#2):
http://www.womensmediacenter.com/ex/020108.html
Dangerous Trends, Innovative Responses:
http://www.womensenews.org/article.cfm/dyn/aid/2906/
American Psychological Association, Violence in the Family report:
http://www.apa.org/pi/viol&fam.html
As a woman who's now also had exposure with 'the system' and how many women are treated by other women to whom they turn for help, I've also experienced the secondary 'sexism' they often unconsciously or deliberately exercise in determining outcomes for other women and their children, as well as on other levels forms of 'reverse-racism', and been the target of trans-generational anger for what my 'fore-mothers' may or may not have done to others.
Though my upbringing was different, I now consider myself a member of the human race and do not identify much with my exterior, which is among other things, unapologetically female. According to the models illustrated, I'm neither 'feminist' nor "womanist", and do not necessarily agree with the definitions offered. Something in between might be a better description, though what that name might be is not for me to determine at this time.
I deeply respect and understand the oppression generations of women have endured from all races in their respective different ways, including the bloodlines that preceded my existence: those of my own family. Much of the former continues today, here, and often to an even greater almost unimaginable degree in other parts of the world.
In addition to attending to our own 'backyards' and streets, we do not have time to either unconsciously or otherwise punish each other for what our parents, grandparents, and those before them, where we are, 'did to each other'. By engaging in this residual generational resentment, sexism, patriarchy, and 'cultural elitism'(for lack of a better term), we collectively and simultaneously underserve ourselves and other women and children who continue to suffer, many with no voices at all.
Unlike other campaigns or elections, where more often than not it seemed like any vote was for 'the lesser of two evils', that is not the case now. As the article included here states better than I can, and as well for the reasons connected to those comprehensively covered by noted contributors, some of whom are personal friends, I must cast my vote for a particular woman, for all women, and their children.
In closing, I continue as a friend, equal, supporter, and spokesperson for women and children, so that our sons and daughters will no longer live in environments of fear, anger, and violence, as soon as possible, like now.
Goodbye to All That (#2):
http://www.womensmediacenter.com/ex/020108.html
Dangerous Trends, Innovative Responses:
http://www.womensenews.org/article.cfm/dyn/aid/2906/
American Psychological Association, Violence in the Family report:
http://www.apa.org/pi/viol&fam.html
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Three Things: What Now?
Many teachers, many lives; one met in person*, new contacts made: circles and waves of progress in rhythm. Two teachers, one known, one respected (+*=3), who had surprise brushes with the 'unknown', unanticipated.
Any day we are grateful simply to wake up, to arrive on time according to our chosen obligations, to 'be there' during a planned, significant, or spontaneous moment, and to arrive back to our respective 'homes' safe and sound, to recharge for another day. Yet even for 'the masters' (the ones who will not call themselves the same), some things cannot be anticipated in advance; 'life' delivers 'detours'. They ask the universe or themselves sooner than most 'ordinary folk': 'Why?'.
Not "Why me?", but rather 'Why?'. Years of experiences and 'practice' have conditioned them that purpose can be found in most every moment, so as soon as they can reflect, as their adopted 'habits' have served them, they look within to search for answers in peace, and at peace with what is offered. As humans, acceptance is not always immediate, even for those who have evolved 'far' for one lifetime.
As humans, plans have been made, and 'happenings' do not always serve the former; we are constantly reminded of our physical vulnerabilities at these times: how we respond unconsciously to chemical rushes in our systems that affect our thinking and responses. Our 'humanity' cannot always freely allow us to turn on and off attending to the 'short lists'.
Something else is at play; perhaps the collective 'we'. A proposed 'oneness' even the most aspiring of us have difficulty grasping when the rug underneath mysteriously disappears for what feels like a very long time, from a few moments that seem like hours, or hours that seem like days, months that seem like years (the warriors, who must perform like martial artists, out of necessity for the sake of others).
This is for friends, those loved, new and old, met and unmet, paths yet to cross again, and those that have. My heart is with you all; we are all children inside. Some of us can remember; all moments are precious.
When the fog is too thick, we're still there; the love is no less strong. Motionlessness is only as long as the next breath, or heartbeat, no matter how long it may feel like, until the flashing strobes and the foghorns lead us to where the next docking station is. We may bump the sides now and again before gliding into the slip: that's what the sides are for.
Our training, practice and repetitions put us on 'autopilot'; our reflexes take over for when full concentration cannot be summoned. We've been prepared for the unexpected; the inside comes out, to protect, to identify, and to define. The shapes long seen in our dreams become real; the 'missing' dimension fills the outline, and nothing looks the same from this moment on. Now is all we have. Listen, breathe, feel, look, connect, and 'see'.
Any day we are grateful simply to wake up, to arrive on time according to our chosen obligations, to 'be there' during a planned, significant, or spontaneous moment, and to arrive back to our respective 'homes' safe and sound, to recharge for another day. Yet even for 'the masters' (the ones who will not call themselves the same), some things cannot be anticipated in advance; 'life' delivers 'detours'. They ask the universe or themselves sooner than most 'ordinary folk': 'Why?'.
Not "Why me?", but rather 'Why?'. Years of experiences and 'practice' have conditioned them that purpose can be found in most every moment, so as soon as they can reflect, as their adopted 'habits' have served them, they look within to search for answers in peace, and at peace with what is offered. As humans, acceptance is not always immediate, even for those who have evolved 'far' for one lifetime.
As humans, plans have been made, and 'happenings' do not always serve the former; we are constantly reminded of our physical vulnerabilities at these times: how we respond unconsciously to chemical rushes in our systems that affect our thinking and responses. Our 'humanity' cannot always freely allow us to turn on and off attending to the 'short lists'.
Something else is at play; perhaps the collective 'we'. A proposed 'oneness' even the most aspiring of us have difficulty grasping when the rug underneath mysteriously disappears for what feels like a very long time, from a few moments that seem like hours, or hours that seem like days, months that seem like years (the warriors, who must perform like martial artists, out of necessity for the sake of others).
This is for friends, those loved, new and old, met and unmet, paths yet to cross again, and those that have. My heart is with you all; we are all children inside. Some of us can remember; all moments are precious.
When the fog is too thick, we're still there; the love is no less strong. Motionlessness is only as long as the next breath, or heartbeat, no matter how long it may feel like, until the flashing strobes and the foghorns lead us to where the next docking station is. We may bump the sides now and again before gliding into the slip: that's what the sides are for.
Our training, practice and repetitions put us on 'autopilot'; our reflexes take over for when full concentration cannot be summoned. We've been prepared for the unexpected; the inside comes out, to protect, to identify, and to define. The shapes long seen in our dreams become real; the 'missing' dimension fills the outline, and nothing looks the same from this moment on. Now is all we have. Listen, breathe, feel, look, connect, and 'see'.
Monday, March 31, 2008
I Speak, therefore, I Am.
Firstly, I would like to credit the founding practitioner/M.D. of Healthaftertrauma.com, for unintentionally prompting the subject matter of this month's post. Like all humans, and as many others have related, 'if I were consistently able to follow my own advice, I'd be somewhere else right now', which is why it means so much more and is especially gratifying when someone approaches and says that something they thought of as a result of what was said changed their life, or outlook, whether at the end of a presentation, or exceptionally, when they take the time or are able to see or find you at a later time to report the positive impact or results.
Another friend quoted, 'We teach what we need to learn', which is also true. I remain in humble admiration of the well-established ones whose names most of us have heard when they say they continue to do what they do long after fortune has made it unnecessary for them to 'work' because of what they are always learning from their students and audiences. It is these intentions I hope those that are so moved will aspire to as well.
Another admired presenter, founder of Magneticpersuasion.com, and the person who inspired this blog, of 'Mrfire.com', as well as other close and respected contacts, have reinforced: it is the 'introverts' of us who are often best suited. Why? Well, my personal story aside, more interesting for now is what these individuals have confirmed in their own unique and eloquent ways: it often comes across that we speak because we can't remain silent, having been left with the resolution after significant struggle, that our stories and what we have experienced give rise to an obligation and passion that not communicated is counter to personal growth and progess. The stirrings we can't ignore morph into our respective purposes, different for each of us, though similar in many ways. Anything less defies and diminishes not only ourselves; it also snuffs out what the communication of each of our stories would potentially cause to come to fruition for others.
It is this last thought, rather than what we think of ourselves, that oftentimes prompts us to that 'tipping point'. When we do it well, those we reach and touch also can more easily become invested in whatever what we say resonates in them, from the same origin, different for each: at some point, it becomes evident that not acting or following through is not an option in contrast to what is possible when we go forward. The fear of the unknown pales and overrides in comparison to the 'status quo', or lack of growth. The motivation is often not for self; it is rather for someone we know, or haven't met yet who, had we not taken these earlier steps, could perhaps not as easily have found what the waves of such efforts brought to them, if at all.
It's sometimes hard to swallow: if we're not growing we are dying. Children are growing by the minute, yet their spirits can be killed or permanently altered while they are still small. The truth is, in our society, most are profoundly negatively altered in some way. More of us were those children once, and that legacy continues. We can choose to lower the numbers, or go on with things as they are.
In our later years, those children will be our caregivers. As we realize how fleeting the best years of our lives are, more joy is available in looking into the eyes of a child and seeing a spirit fully engaged, validated, and ready to claim their birthright: the ability to leave the world a better place. An alternative is a soul with limited physical capacity at the mercy of a child who grew up into what there is too much of around us today, all the more devastating if that child is ours. They belong to us all, to make up for the lack of 'perfection' that surrounds them. Children are here to teach us: what we 'forgot', shaped by a flawed and tainted environment at best. To be able to communicate this is a gift, not to be ignored, in honor of and to encourage the huge souls and spirits of still-small hearts and priceless voices.
Another friend quoted, 'We teach what we need to learn', which is also true. I remain in humble admiration of the well-established ones whose names most of us have heard when they say they continue to do what they do long after fortune has made it unnecessary for them to 'work' because of what they are always learning from their students and audiences. It is these intentions I hope those that are so moved will aspire to as well.
Another admired presenter, founder of Magneticpersuasion.com, and the person who inspired this blog, of 'Mrfire.com', as well as other close and respected contacts, have reinforced: it is the 'introverts' of us who are often best suited. Why? Well, my personal story aside, more interesting for now is what these individuals have confirmed in their own unique and eloquent ways: it often comes across that we speak because we can't remain silent, having been left with the resolution after significant struggle, that our stories and what we have experienced give rise to an obligation and passion that not communicated is counter to personal growth and progess. The stirrings we can't ignore morph into our respective purposes, different for each of us, though similar in many ways. Anything less defies and diminishes not only ourselves; it also snuffs out what the communication of each of our stories would potentially cause to come to fruition for others.
It is this last thought, rather than what we think of ourselves, that oftentimes prompts us to that 'tipping point'. When we do it well, those we reach and touch also can more easily become invested in whatever what we say resonates in them, from the same origin, different for each: at some point, it becomes evident that not acting or following through is not an option in contrast to what is possible when we go forward. The fear of the unknown pales and overrides in comparison to the 'status quo', or lack of growth. The motivation is often not for self; it is rather for someone we know, or haven't met yet who, had we not taken these earlier steps, could perhaps not as easily have found what the waves of such efforts brought to them, if at all.
It's sometimes hard to swallow: if we're not growing we are dying. Children are growing by the minute, yet their spirits can be killed or permanently altered while they are still small. The truth is, in our society, most are profoundly negatively altered in some way. More of us were those children once, and that legacy continues. We can choose to lower the numbers, or go on with things as they are.
In our later years, those children will be our caregivers. As we realize how fleeting the best years of our lives are, more joy is available in looking into the eyes of a child and seeing a spirit fully engaged, validated, and ready to claim their birthright: the ability to leave the world a better place. An alternative is a soul with limited physical capacity at the mercy of a child who grew up into what there is too much of around us today, all the more devastating if that child is ours. They belong to us all, to make up for the lack of 'perfection' that surrounds them. Children are here to teach us: what we 'forgot', shaped by a flawed and tainted environment at best. To be able to communicate this is a gift, not to be ignored, in honor of and to encourage the huge souls and spirits of still-small hearts and priceless voices.
Friday, February 29, 2008
For My Child
You are a miracle, as is everyone in some way. Your arrival into this world and your life was meant to be. When you were born, my life began; whoever I was before ceased to be. Our life path would grow to be about those we grow up with, and how they shape us.
Our environments were different, our common threads are our roots, those we love. 'Home' is not a place, but rather a feeling. 'Safe' is not peace; peace is not the absence of stress. We must find separately what peace means. Sometimes there are no right answers, only what works for the moment.
When we are apart, my job has been done when you remember the stories we've shared about those we love who have helped make us who we are, and sharing with others what really matters with no apologies.
Sometimes we have to unlearn what doesn't make sense or work anymore, no matter how hard.
I hope you know that I am always with you, and the spirits of those who have loved us just as much. That depth is our common message.
Sometimes we have to stand out and be a little uncomfortable to continue the legacy of those who have taught us who we are, so that others can also claim themselves, inspired by the spirits who took the time to nurture us and show us the way...
Our environments were different, our common threads are our roots, those we love. 'Home' is not a place, but rather a feeling. 'Safe' is not peace; peace is not the absence of stress. We must find separately what peace means. Sometimes there are no right answers, only what works for the moment.
When we are apart, my job has been done when you remember the stories we've shared about those we love who have helped make us who we are, and sharing with others what really matters with no apologies.
Sometimes we have to unlearn what doesn't make sense or work anymore, no matter how hard.
I hope you know that I am always with you, and the spirits of those who have loved us just as much. That depth is our common message.
Sometimes we have to stand out and be a little uncomfortable to continue the legacy of those who have taught us who we are, so that others can also claim themselves, inspired by the spirits who took the time to nurture us and show us the way...
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Right Now
The 'inconvenience' of a post or two ago has had a 'transformational' effect. Much has happened (as is true in anyone's life, when we can take notice) that would have been different had there been more 'technology' at my disposal more often. By the same token, a mentor disclosed that a personal 'handicap' makes this more of his daily life than not, and he's a fortune in one form or another to show for it. Habits (not previously recognized as such) had to be dropped and new ones adapted to 'survive', and I am yet again reminded of what there is to be grateful for and what is taken for granted.
Another of the latter's friends became of acquaintence who, for the first time I've met and been able to relate to from a 'like bloodline', also symbolic and ironic, as the path travelled now is very much about who we all are inside, how we identify it (or not), and what we do with it. We are who we say we are; indeed, another famous quote (the source name which now escapes me) said that the most important conversations we miss until it is often too late are the ones we do not have with ourselves. Just letting you know it's not my quotation, though one to be lived by, or at least pondered (I'm not one to 'suggest' my opinions are for all to adopt, I'm grateful for the ones who think I should, though equally so for the ones who question).
Speaking for those who cannot yet find that voice; we are all born entitled to all the world can possibly offer. The world we live in and how we learn to see it shapes our lives every single moment. Two or more can walk together and spend years or lifetimes in similar circles, living in different worlds.
A blind man can 'see' without eyes, the deaf can 'hear' without ears, as can we. What separates us is how we develop our senses and learn to seek 'validations'.
Today I pray for all of us that every day, every moment, in some small way, that we see something that wasn't there before, in a place we've been to many times; this is part of life, and why the children and other humans from 'unlikely' places in unexpected moments flutter in and out of our consciousness to whisper the differences, the beauty of possibility, and the nature of beauty itself.
Another of the latter's friends became of acquaintence who, for the first time I've met and been able to relate to from a 'like bloodline', also symbolic and ironic, as the path travelled now is very much about who we all are inside, how we identify it (or not), and what we do with it. We are who we say we are; indeed, another famous quote (the source name which now escapes me) said that the most important conversations we miss until it is often too late are the ones we do not have with ourselves. Just letting you know it's not my quotation, though one to be lived by, or at least pondered (I'm not one to 'suggest' my opinions are for all to adopt, I'm grateful for the ones who think I should, though equally so for the ones who question).
Speaking for those who cannot yet find that voice; we are all born entitled to all the world can possibly offer. The world we live in and how we learn to see it shapes our lives every single moment. Two or more can walk together and spend years or lifetimes in similar circles, living in different worlds.
A blind man can 'see' without eyes, the deaf can 'hear' without ears, as can we. What separates us is how we develop our senses and learn to seek 'validations'.
Today I pray for all of us that every day, every moment, in some small way, that we see something that wasn't there before, in a place we've been to many times; this is part of life, and why the children and other humans from 'unlikely' places in unexpected moments flutter in and out of our consciousness to whisper the differences, the beauty of possibility, and the nature of beauty itself.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Since this began...
The event for which it was partially inspired has been noted by many that may wish to contribute, so that all who are connected may not again this year have events overlapping and more can be attended by more with common purposes...
Those highlighted by the media for deeds not for the good of all concerned returned to their previous occupations, almost as if nothing had happened...
We are at the end of another year, looking forward with hope and prayer that more of the former will occur, and less of the latter.
A very happy, abundant, and peaceful New Year to all, so that common visions for our best possible outcomes will progress, and common practices that serve the few at costs to many will continue to diminish.
'Peace is not the absence of tension, but the presence of justice' - MLK
Those highlighted by the media for deeds not for the good of all concerned returned to their previous occupations, almost as if nothing had happened...
We are at the end of another year, looking forward with hope and prayer that more of the former will occur, and less of the latter.
A very happy, abundant, and peaceful New Year to all, so that common visions for our best possible outcomes will progress, and common practices that serve the few at costs to many will continue to diminish.
'Peace is not the absence of tension, but the presence of justice' - MLK
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Thanks for the 'nudge' (writing one's own material).
In gratitude for being asked to submit text at a time that was not 'ideal' when the request was made. For similar reasons, 'current' feelings that are numerous will be reflected upon later, in the moment. Hope everyone had a wonderful month, and to making the most of every day...all the best.
What is Community Organizing? An Opinion.
On a rare day when the PBS channel was surfed to during January, I was happy to see that there were back to back presentations of actual footage from the civil rights movement. The stories of Rosa Parks and school segregations were shown in black and white clips produced at the time, including the involvement of Dr. Martin Luther King Junior. What struck me the most in all three was the story behind the story that we are either unaware of by lack of exposure to such details, or what has been watered down by our respective learning environments, from schools to the media.
What alarms me today and a large part of why we are here is the difference between the attitudes of the children portrayed in the former compelling footage and what has been witnessed by all of us within even the last 24 hours in our own community.
My heart was gripped imagining the emotions of the 6-year-old girl, her head down, focusing as well as she could on putting one foot in front of the other, being jeered at and threatened by grown people, mostly men.
Children of all backgrounds were interviewed on their thoughts about what was rapidly becoming heated in their school: the attendance of children of another color that was to begin within days, by court order. Here lies the contrast as was observed: children at all grade levels were accepting, logical, and embarrassed by the behavior of their own parents and other adults in their community.
Today, just a few generations later, it is the children as well who openly mimic the biases, prejudices, lack of understanding, resentment, anger, and yes, inherited hatred of those the size of adults who appear to ‘run’ the streets they travel daily. They are the products of their environments. Only by recognition, action, and improving the awareness of this damaging proximity and what it represents can we reclaim our dignity as humans, where we are, now, beginning with ourselves and acknowledging the parts we have played, however direct or otherwise.
The phrase ‘community organizing’ can ring as almost redundant, as the meaning of the word 'community' itself* can be interpreted as ‘services shared by all’, which to me, the operative word is ‘shared’. Every individual in every community has a right to peace and the quiet enjoyment of a home, a real home, not one where there is no peace; otherwise it is an additional environment of unrest, in addition to the street itself. The only difference is the separation of walls, which can make a so-called home even more dangerous than the open public space of ‘outside’.
‘Peace’, as so well defined by Dr. King, is one we can appreciate. It ‘is not the absence of tension, but rather, the presence of justice’. The latter can exist in many forms and on many levels. 'A threat to justice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere' is another of this great visionary’s memorable quotes. He was less inclined to first identify himself by the color of his skin than others were quick to do and thus relate to. He embraced calling every child his own, who are now our parents and grandparents, in the quest his shortened life only began; we have far to go in finishing the job, and looking around leaves much to be desired. How have we participated, and what can we do to insure that the next generation, our children, do not repeat history yet again?
We have all been ‘left out’ at many points in our lives; it is not the innocent or the weak who came into our world to bear the brunt of our anger and sense of injustice, however real or otherwise. We are cowards at any moment when anyone in our path becomes the recipient of displaced anger or resentment about either what we cannot control or another unreachable ‘oppressor’. Becoming ‘oppressors’ ourselves, knowingly or otherwise, only serves to reverse the efforts and disappoint the spirits of those who risked their lives for the freedoms we do have that we often take for granted.
The injustices are all around us; largely (in this country), they are often not ‘someone else’s fault’, were we only more aware, were we only more interested in what ‘freedom’ means to someone else. Ask. You will get many different answers. 'Community', in its ideal form, has order by the progressive and organized initiative of compassionate, aware, and pro-active souls who take responsibility from this moment forward that ‘outside’ forces can only harm us if we are unaware of each others’ unique and irreplaceable talents, gifts, and capacities. In failing to recognize, nurture, and utilize these natural resources in our own backyards and streets we have failed ourselves and those we see daily.
We are here together today to acknowledge and represent the strength of our collective talents and contacts. By actively and consistently engaging in and repeating the successes of those who carved paths before us to bring us where we are now, we are insuring a healthier and more just future for ourselves and our children. This begins by acknowledging and nurturing what we have now, both within our respective groups, and ourselves.
The exponential effect of simultaneously recognizing those with common visions near us, making it part of our mission to continuously communicate, locate, and build upon the collective and unique strengths of all who share a respect for the value of freedom, or the best for all concerned, is both the essence and heart of what organizing is. It is exactly the same kind of collective support and harmony exercised faithfully, intensely, and diligently over time that now enables our seats on the bus together, and our children in the same classrooms.
We must come together again in the same manner for what remains. If we succeed in copying the habits, faith, love, and acceptance exemplified by those we have now immortalized, we become like them. They were not gods, nor did they wish to be; they recognized their purpose, embraced it, and did not give up.
Their examples inspired others to join them; the power of their words and actions resonate today. It’s now our turn to do their bidding, not to put them on pedestals, but to join hands with their spirits, gather our numbers, and continue, if not finish what they came here to teach us. Only then, in our own skins, will we have something to truly be proud of, and that our children will as well.
Speech delivered at Medgar Evers College
11/7/07
What is Community Organizing? An Opinion.
On a rare day when the PBS channel was surfed to during January, I was happy to see that there were back to back presentations of actual footage from the civil rights movement. The stories of Rosa Parks and school segregations were shown in black and white clips produced at the time, including the involvement of Dr. Martin Luther King Junior. What struck me the most in all three was the story behind the story that we are either unaware of by lack of exposure to such details, or what has been watered down by our respective learning environments, from schools to the media.
What alarms me today and a large part of why we are here is the difference between the attitudes of the children portrayed in the former compelling footage and what has been witnessed by all of us within even the last 24 hours in our own community.
My heart was gripped imagining the emotions of the 6-year-old girl, her head down, focusing as well as she could on putting one foot in front of the other, being jeered at and threatened by grown people, mostly men.
Children of all backgrounds were interviewed on their thoughts about what was rapidly becoming heated in their school: the attendance of children of another color that was to begin within days, by court order. Here lies the contrast as was observed: children at all grade levels were accepting, logical, and embarrassed by the behavior of their own parents and other adults in their community.
Today, just a few generations later, it is the children as well who openly mimic the biases, prejudices, lack of understanding, resentment, anger, and yes, inherited hatred of those the size of adults who appear to ‘run’ the streets they travel daily. They are the products of their environments. Only by recognition, action, and improving the awareness of this damaging proximity and what it represents can we reclaim our dignity as humans, where we are, now, beginning with ourselves and acknowledging the parts we have played, however direct or otherwise.
The phrase ‘community organizing’ can ring as almost redundant, as the meaning of the word 'community' itself* can be interpreted as ‘services shared by all’, which to me, the operative word is ‘shared’. Every individual in every community has a right to peace and the quiet enjoyment of a home, a real home, not one where there is no peace; otherwise it is an additional environment of unrest, in addition to the street itself. The only difference is the separation of walls, which can make a so-called home even more dangerous than the open public space of ‘outside’.
‘Peace’, as so well defined by Dr. King, is one we can appreciate. It ‘is not the absence of tension, but rather, the presence of justice’. The latter can exist in many forms and on many levels. 'A threat to justice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere' is another of this great visionary’s memorable quotes. He was less inclined to first identify himself by the color of his skin than others were quick to do and thus relate to. He embraced calling every child his own, who are now our parents and grandparents, in the quest his shortened life only began; we have far to go in finishing the job, and looking around leaves much to be desired. How have we participated, and what can we do to insure that the next generation, our children, do not repeat history yet again?
We have all been ‘left out’ at many points in our lives; it is not the innocent or the weak who came into our world to bear the brunt of our anger and sense of injustice, however real or otherwise. We are cowards at any moment when anyone in our path becomes the recipient of displaced anger or resentment about either what we cannot control or another unreachable ‘oppressor’. Becoming ‘oppressors’ ourselves, knowingly or otherwise, only serves to reverse the efforts and disappoint the spirits of those who risked their lives for the freedoms we do have that we often take for granted.
The injustices are all around us; largely (in this country), they are often not ‘someone else’s fault’, were we only more aware, were we only more interested in what ‘freedom’ means to someone else. Ask. You will get many different answers. 'Community', in its ideal form, has order by the progressive and organized initiative of compassionate, aware, and pro-active souls who take responsibility from this moment forward that ‘outside’ forces can only harm us if we are unaware of each others’ unique and irreplaceable talents, gifts, and capacities. In failing to recognize, nurture, and utilize these natural resources in our own backyards and streets we have failed ourselves and those we see daily.
We are here together today to acknowledge and represent the strength of our collective talents and contacts. By actively and consistently engaging in and repeating the successes of those who carved paths before us to bring us where we are now, we are insuring a healthier and more just future for ourselves and our children. This begins by acknowledging and nurturing what we have now, both within our respective groups, and ourselves.
The exponential effect of simultaneously recognizing those with common visions near us, making it part of our mission to continuously communicate, locate, and build upon the collective and unique strengths of all who share a respect for the value of freedom, or the best for all concerned, is both the essence and heart of what organizing is. It is exactly the same kind of collective support and harmony exercised faithfully, intensely, and diligently over time that now enables our seats on the bus together, and our children in the same classrooms.
We must come together again in the same manner for what remains. If we succeed in copying the habits, faith, love, and acceptance exemplified by those we have now immortalized, we become like them. They were not gods, nor did they wish to be; they recognized their purpose, embraced it, and did not give up.
Their examples inspired others to join them; the power of their words and actions resonate today. It’s now our turn to do their bidding, not to put them on pedestals, but to join hands with their spirits, gather our numbers, and continue, if not finish what they came here to teach us. Only then, in our own skins, will we have something to truly be proud of, and that our children will as well.
Speech delivered at Medgar Evers College
11/7/07
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