Monday, September 21, 2020

25 Random Thoughts

1. I believe in love. I believe that you can love anyone. I believe that love, when it is not poisoned with reciprocal expectations, enhances both the lover and the one who is loved.

 

2. Pain is a weird teacher. Pain has so many manifestations that often we don't see what it is that the pain is trying to tell us. Pain can be so brutal that we forget altogether to look for the real cause. We look to kill the symptom or find ways to avoid the pain.

 

3. Procrastination is so seductive. It joins forces with pain and helps create ways to avoid whatever it is that we are suppose to do. Procrastination is a symptom that is immune to our desire to kill it. Procrastination is a whore that steals all the money in your wallet and leaves you with the crabs, without giving you the satisfaction of an orgasm.

 

4. Playing with my grandkids is so much fun. They remind us why we are here: to play.

 

5. I am amazed by how everything changes when we get out in nature, away from the frenetic pace of the city. My mood changes as my body begins to resonate with the rhythms of the forest, or the ocean, or the lake.

 

6. I used to be very religious. I wanted to be a Catholic priest and spent 4 years in a junior seminary. I learned how to connect with Spirit. It was a great education, with way too much guilt thrown into the teaching about God. The fear of God eventually stifled my spiritual growth, forcing me to look elsewhere for a connection with Spirit.

 

7. When I was in grammar school, I used to think that I was the only “real” person in the universe. God put me here to test me. I don't believe that anymore. God is not testing me or anyone else.

 

8. I love the deep purple color you find on purple velvet plants. I like colorful things. I remember watching Jeremy (my first son) coloring a picture. I asked him why he was painting the sky blue. He said, a wee bit annoyed, “because the sky Is blue.” “No it's not.” was my reply. “Go outside and tell me what color the sky is.” He came back giggling, “its orange, I didn't know the sky could be orange.” He colored the remaining sky orange. Then he started to color the clouds gray. When I asked him why, he said because he wanted to and that he was not going to go outside to see clouds of a different color. I love to see how people learn.

 

9. People are fascinating to me. There are so many nice people that are eager to engage in conversation, share their story and share their time.

 

10. Dancing with abandon is so healing, so energizing. I like to put on some music and let my body move with it, organically, rhythmically. I let my arms feel the spirit of the music and dance with it. I hold it in my arms and carry it up and down, then release it to have it come back again.

 

11. I travel in the spirit world and converse with guides and helpers. They tease me constantly, ensuring that I don't take myself too seriously. I remember being invited to a very significant ceremony. When I started to regard the ceremony as serious, I got a pie in my face. Life is too important to take too seriously.

 

12. Family is important to me. I am torn between wanting to be close to my kids, my siblings and my cherished friends. And yet, having them be apart from each other gives me space and helps me remember just how much they mean to me.

 

13. I like playing with words and creating stories. Crafting words that elicit emotion brings stories to a life of their own.

 

14. I miss my son and others who have died, even the four legged ones. Death sucks! In spite of that, Death has taught me the importance of life and how wonderful it is to be alive.  Eda Bea died on 28 January 2011.  My heart misses her.

 

15. I am grateful for all of my experiences, even the painful ones. They have all taught me important life lessons. Gratitude helps clear my view of the world and how I fit into it.

 

16. I know that my body is in its 72 year of life. And yet, I do not feel old. I am still the same person I was when my body was very young. I have acquired more experiences and earned more wisdom. I look in the mirror and I see an older version of the me that used to be. But I still only see me. I look out of the same eyes I have always had. I touch with the same hands that made bows and arrows out of sticks and string, crocheted a tostada, held my son's little hand, rubbed my dying son's head, and hold hands with my mate for life.

 

17. I felt the life force jolt away as we killed our first 3 Viet Cong. They were 3 young boys carrying a wooden box along the beach. They were within our sights and within the deadly range of our 5 inch gun. All too soon afterward, a mother's wail would tear the night sky when she got the news that her son was dead. I know that wail. I left the navy as a conscientious objector after my second tour in Viet Nam. From July 4th 1978 until June 1992 I could not watch fireworks or hear the name, Viet Nam, without wanting to cry.  I did not know, in 1072, that I, too, would wail for those boys.  Visiting the Viet Nam memorial was so healing.

 

18. Writing a book about my experience in Viet Nam is healing, although painful, at times.  I find that I need to include fiction in order to tell the truth.  

 

19. While attending architecture school, in Albuquerque, in 1976, I went to the Frontier Restaurant for breakfast. I did not see what I wanted on the menu. I asked the person behind the counter if he could make something special for me. The person behind the counter asked the manager and my breakfast burrito has been on the menu ever since. I was at the Frontier in May 2008 and thanked the manager (who is still there) for keeping it on the menu.

 

20. Why do we watch movies that are filled with violence with such eagerness and fascination? I find that it makes my body stress in unpleasant ways. Ways reminiscent of my time in Viet Nam. Most of the time, I can hold the violent fantasy in my hand, for a while. But, as the violence escalates, it oozes through my fingers, down my arms and begins to eat my stomach from the inside out. I don't watch violent movies out of choice.

 

21. Sometimes I wake up late at night and see that the moon is full and shining brilliantly. The moonlight fills me with delight and I often feel like dancing in the moonlight, La Luna and me.

 

22. We share Mother Earth with so many other beings. It is so sad that so many have assumed that Mother Earth was created for our irresponsible pleasure, without regard for the other beings who are nurtured by the Great Mother. We really are not more important than the four leggeds, many leggeds and no legged beings. We need to relearn how to talk to the Rock people, Tree People and other people who share the blessings of Mother Earth.

 

23. Imagination is what propels us forward and helps us connect with Spirit. Without imagination, nothing would exist. No thing, nothing at all. Imagination is the horse upon who's back we ride in our efforts to create our lives. With this horse we gather thoughts and actions which enhance the lives of those we come in contact with.

 

24. I feel that we live in a “reverse” world in which we take that which is healthy and normal and distort it. Then we take that which is immoral and hate filled and we glorify it and its perpetrators. We train young men and women to kill for an idea. The idea is warped because it is based on the misconception that people are unrelated, unconnected, unlovable. They are “other”. We glorify warriors and their hate filled actions. We mark our history by battles won and lost.

We take what is natural, our bodies, and we misconstrue them to something that should not be seen. We look at babies and are so taken by their beauty. Then, as they grow, we hide their bodies and our own. Why? It's a cruel joke. We all know what we all look like naked. Yet, we pretend that we cannot know and we should not see. If we were all naked, all of the time. We would not lie to each other, as much. We would not war with each other as much. We need naked honesty.

 

25. The divine feminine is what has been missing in our patriarchal society for far too long. The world has been out of balance. Our world needs music, art, love, compassion, and nurturing far more than guns, money, greed, the need to be macho. I teach my children and grandchildren to honor and nurture their feminine side, their artistic, musical side. Our overly competitive society over-supplies the masculine side of life.



Friday, September 11, 2020

Where Am I?

 Where Am I?

Someone else asked that question Just a day or two ago. I know the answer, But it is a secret That I'm reticent to tell.

If I acquiesce to your request, I can only tell you in a metaphor You will have to figure out To find the truth within you.

We are playing Hide & Seek, While hiding on a microscopic dot In the hinterlands of the universe,

Pretending we are separate human beings Being here all by ourselves. We play our game so cleverly well That we have forgotten

Who, and what, and where we are And why we are playing this game In the first place.

The answer is really deep, Way inside, far beyond What we've been taught Or can perceive With our limited awakened senses.

Although the answer to your question Is hidden in plain sight. You'll have to go inward Deeper than you think you can possibly go.

I should warn you ahead of time When you find the answer You're beliefs, your perceptions Your induced education Will join forces to deny it.

And that's really quite OK Because knowing the real answer Won't prevent you From continuing the game we play.

Saturday, September 05, 2020

Handcuffed Girls


We can’t evolve in our humanity

When we handcuff our girls with useless vanity,
When we praise girls for being pretty,

While praising boys for being smart.


We buy toy guns, and superhero costumes 

For our boys to dream of being powerful.

We buy dolls, makeup, and princess costumes 

For our girls to dream of being kept.


It is self defeating to constrain
One arm, one leg, and half a brain

While trying to win this race

Of our continued existence on Mother Earth.


We cannot reproduce without the two.

Why then do we limit our female partners,

Relegating them to looking pretty,

Disregarding their brains and brawn?


Why do we insist that their value only lies

In looking young and pretty,

When we know very well

That doing so is a self defeating lie?


Since when has a pretty face

Been the reason for our human advancement,
For our slow move to being more compassionate,
For our learning to be tolerant of all other humans?


We don’t require men and boys 

To paint their faces and prim their hair

Before they go outside in full view
To be with other humans.


But when it comes to our women and girls,

We relegate them to being objects,

Whose raw form is flawed and broken,

Needing makeup and the right clothes

To be acceptable, and sexually desirable.


If we want our humanity to evolve

We need to make some major corrections,

Set our bearings in the right directions

For a comprehensive nurturing humanity.


We need to start with our young

Teaching them who and what they are

Beneath their skin.


We need to praise our girls for being smart,

For being tough as nails.

We need to teach our boys to honor

And respect their female partners.


Many a Crone has discovered

The travesty of needing to look pretty.

They no longer buy the bullshit of inadequacy.

They know they are more than good enough.


Men  have for far too long

Ignored the crone’s love and  wisdom.

It’s high time we all wise up

To further our needed evolution.


Friday, September 04, 2020

Crooked Tailed Lizard

Her tail is bent at 90 degrees
I can’t help but wonder why did it freeze

In that angle. 

It must have hurt.


Guilt slithers up my spine

With a memory from my teenage years

When we put a lizard in a jar

And dove it to the bottom of the pool.


We were such cruel fools

Who just wanted to see 

What would happen

As the pool’s pressure squeezed that 

Unfortunate lizard.


Our little lizard scurries across the deck

Sunning herself while doing pushups.

I do not know if the lizard is a she.

I didn’t lift its legs to see its genitals.


When I step out onto our backyard porch

She cocks her head

Smiling at me, with her lizard lips

She knows I won’t hurt her.


But If I get too close, she moves,

Maintaining a safe distance,

Just in case I might revert,

And be like the junior high boys


Who haven’t yet learned

That all life is sacred

All life needs to be respected.


All creatures, even lizards,

Get hungry, endure pain, feel joy

They are not just a toy

For some curious boy

To play with.


What is our crooked tailed lizard thinking?

What is she feeling,

As she suns herself

On our back porch?


Does she read lizard novels

In the bushes she hides in?

Does she contemplate justice

Or does she think we are weird


Because we eat more than we need.

We kill animals we don’t eat.

Wear clothes 

When it’s hot.


Does she have a family

With her own children and grandchildren

Who love and cherish her?
I’d like to think so.


Does she wonder why our neighbors have cats

Whose teeth and claws kill

Birds, mice, moles, and lizards

Just for the fun of it,


As if they, too, were just teenage boys

Who see those living beings

As nothing but toys

To play with.


Does our little crooked tailed lizard

Say a prayer of thanks

Before eating a meal of a spider

Or some other living creature?


Are we so different from our little friend

Who sunbathes nude while doing push ups

I, too, can’t help but wonder

Why humans wear clothes

When it’s hot.

 



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