the meditative muse

2016

2016-12-31T07:26:00.001-06:00

So the year 2016 has finally come to an end. There are many people who are cheering at this awful year is drawing to a close. While I am in agreement with some of them and much of what they say, I don't want to forget the good things that happened. 2016 will be a year when we realized how important democracy is, as we watch it being battled both financial and political fronts. We've learned new political terms-such as white working-class, alt-right, post truth, fake news, and drain the swamp. We have been able to see reflection of our national image as a result of antics at the 2016 Summer Olympics. We have seen how privilege and prestige play such an important role in our society.

But, we've also seen the new rising of coalitions, dedicated to a quality for all. World so seeing an increase in sensitivity to our nations impact on global politics and how how are prevailing attitude results in drastic changes around the world. We're announcing Syrian refugees and our very own unique form of "otherism" being used in other countries for nefarious reasons. New forms of ethnic cleansing, purges and shameless blaming of nonwhite peoples around the globe for misery resulting from the campus ending greed. We are witness to a world that is changing for me, sometimes, but mostly surely a daily basis.

Thankful thoughts

2016-11-25T08:14:00.000-06:00

Not so much has changed in a year. Instead of Minneapolis and Jamar Clark it is Standing Rock. Rights seem to be very fluid in terms of what it actually means. When "they" have abrogated everyone else's "rights" and they come to take yours, will it matter any more?

Yesterday we were momentarily and partially unified in love for each other. Will we simply return to the vitriol and awful divisiveness or can we begin to see each other as human brothers and sisters?

Since the election I have heard so much "us" vs "them" talk. I have listened to the toddler-like rantings of people who claim that this was done to him/her, so whatever he/she does in response is/should be acceptable. We post memes of people lobbing sociopolitical bombs at who they perceive to be a nemesis.

Ask and answer a few questions for me, if you will.

How did East and West Germany mend the fence and tear down the wall?

Do we want to live in constant fear of threats?

If you have religious or spiritual beliefs, are you selectively ignoring the kindness and passion of your practice?

Do you know how much energy it takes to "hate"?

Do you remember when your parents told you to simply work it out? Why is it different today that it was then?

If you spent the day yesterday talking about being grateful, what has changed since that offering or prayer?

The Pin Issue

2016-11-23T07:20:00.001-06:00

I've been thinking for a while about the issue of the safety pin. People are taking up issues with potential allies who decide to wear a pin. Instead of focusing on the opposition, the vitriol, hatred, racism, sexism, homophobia, rabid nationalism, and anti-immigrant bias, we begin to cannibalize each other. Booker T. Washington and W. E. B. Dubois have opposing views on how blacks could more effectively become members of our society. Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X also had vastly different views as to the way towards progress. Wear a pin, and be active and engaged in fighting oppression. Let's not mistake the symbol for the actions and behaviors of champions and allies and advocates for change. Don't be distracted by your tormentors. Don't listen to the divisive rhetoric of haters. Don't let myopia become a friend of your enemy.

If you choose not to wear a pin, don't let your preconceived notions as to the way forward get in the way of someone who may be making a first step towards justice. Let's build coalitions instead of obstacles towards that justice.

The Pin Issue

2016-11-23T07:20:00.000-06:00

Creativity

2016-11-05T08:36:00.001-05:00

i write I fits and spurts. Sometimes quite regularly; other times there are gaps in the entries. I was busy and did not make time for the writing. Sometimes I was to unsure how to strat after a break. Sometimes the emotions are too raw. Sometimes I don't want to face the harsh reality of what was going on. Death, relationships, work, and family were where I put my energy.

Today feels like the first brisk and crisp autumn morning. The dogs and Milan and I have already been out. I am looking at a new-to-me car today and then spending some time in the studio. It should be a good day. Ducks are all in a row and I am feeling comfortable. Let's hope the Muses and I find each other today.

Water is Safe

2016-11-04T07:39:00.003-05:00

Just when you begin to think that all is well in so many areas of your life, something BIG happens. Yesterday, I was becoming comfortable with less work than I am accustomed to. Less work and less pay, to be honest. I made some phone calls about PT work and looked at some photography gigs and trying to figure out when the mediation training will be available. I listen to the news and avoid political discussion with people that seem blind and ignorant to me.

My heart aches a bit for the pain in the world. The middle east is a total mess and instead of blaming Democrats or Republicans, I think I can say that out Middle Eastern foreign policy has not been adequate. As a successful democracy we were arrogant to think that we could take two diametrically opposed theocratic entities and quickly reach accord.

Our spies and intelligence gathering is complicated by agencies that spew false and misleading information. Politics has become an albatross in our existence. Partisan politics has made what was already challenging into a swamp. I guess the lies we have told ourselves and others are coming back to us. Democrats and Republicans blame each other, but really, it is just Machiavellian manipulation of the masses in order to have momentary control of the purse string to further one wacky agenda or another.

In the US, death surrounds us. Destruction and and disregard for fellow people abounds. Money means everything. It is the medium by whiich we judge success. It is reason we pursue objectives. It is currency of much more than the land. We have turned it into the currency of legitimacy. No money means no value, no worth, no competence.

#DAPL and the multinational corporations bully the little people of our nation. Gas and oil are more important than clean water, when you get your drinking water from some where else.

Kids struggle as they see their parents and the adults in their lives with making do...food, housing, entertainment, and social life overwhelm families. Kids search for love and belongingness - we too often fail them. We have left them indebtedness, falling wages, anti-science education, depression and relationship issues. If they are our future, we are surely doomed.

But the sun will rise today and we have a chance to do better. We can be better neighbors. We can be better parents, partners, workers, friends and citizens. I am going to do my part.

Swoosh

2016-10-28T07:09:00.001-05:00

Swoosh is the sound of our lives rushing by. It is also part of the Nike estate. We can associate this sound with success. This nation has had it share of "October Surprises". We are awash in the debris of a contentious political season, a quiet devolution, in the midst of multiple sinister plots to "restore" us to something that we were never, in reality.

Some of us lived away from the squalor and disenfranchisement that affected "others", and now that the information is out - prejudice and discrimination, unfair labor practices, special status for some...we can barely stomach the putrid truth of it all. If I were not living on the fringe of those most impacted by the abolition of our unions, the subtle misogyny, the growing "re-whitening" of America, it would be enough for me to become an isolationist or to simply stick my head in the sand, again.

We look at the Eastern bloc countries and see their revolution. We look in the mirror and we see unreasonable dissent and discord. We see rabble rousers and interfering ingrates who "can't" function in our oh-so-great capitalist society.

What will history write about the US? Will anyone believe it?

Petty Offices

2016-10-06T14:15:00.001-05:00

I am tired of the pettiness of the political debate here in the US. I am not sure who thinks he or she is infallible or perfect. I know that I am different today than I was yesterday or a year ago.

Are you the same person you were twenty or more years ago? Have you committed acts that you view in a different light today? Have you learned from those transgressions? Is it possible that this was part of your journey to who you are now? Let's not evaluate the potential candidates only by who they were historically. I can't tell you how far into an individual's history we have to look. We have all botched decisions. We have each erred in ways that we regret. People tell you who are they today by the words they choose and their behaviors today. Let's use that information to choose the right people for the job. Ignore the sensationalism of this campaign and the bombast and seek the kernel of truth in the messages you hear and see.

Alone, Again

2015-06-02T07:25:00.000-05:00

Something happened along the way. One of the last conversations I can recall is that she could not imagine life without me being a part of it. Just a few days later, though, I was told it felt like we were entering the friend zone. I have no knowledge of the friend zone, so I spoke with some people who tried to help me understand. It didn't work. I am still no more clear about this than I was the day before I entered this place. Another similarity is that this all happened either on the phone or through a text message. I have not seen her since. She has suggested that she would still like to see me from time to time, but can't give me a clue about what might happened when the divorce is final.

Part of me wants to fight and other parts of me want to walk away. It hurts!

Drones

2015-05-12T07:05:00.000-05:00

So many of us are creatures of comfort and habit. Life has become uncomfortable for me, lately. Too many unexplainable deaths. It seems as if the many governments that we pay taxes to to provide safety for us have turned on the proletariat. It is as if the aristocracy has become the master of the many police and military forces. Some see it as a black - and - white issue. I think it goes beyond that. Our minority populations have always been the at-will collateral damage loss leader in our social struggles, but this is different. It reminds me of The Star Chamber. Special people deciding without due process how the minions live (and die). There are many screeches that it's not me (and parenthetically, not my responsibility) and I am going to defend my status quo (lest it be taken away from me for collusion with the less fortunate).

We are a nation of people who have watched while atrocities happened in other communities. We have feared (not revered nor respected) our government. We laugh at the Tea Party faction of the conservative movement with the rantings about our guns being taken away from us. We laugh at the John Bircher types who try to distance themselves from the WRETCHED. We have ignore the plight of the Native Americans. We have shut our hearts to the Dreamers. We chastise the rioters and looters in poor underserved, but still taxed neighborhoods. We hold off the werewolf of our nightmares by siding with the ruling elite. But we are all running out of time. Time for us to stand up to the oligarchs and tell them we will not be their drones.

Letting Go of My Past

2014-12-30T08:56:00.000-06:00

Rather than adding to a list of not-likely-to-achieve events, I am choosing to let go of some of the hurtful periods in my past. As I was having my morning coffee and driving off to the dog unleashed area, I decided to take a detour. Dasher and I went to a park near a house I used to live in many years ago. When we arrived I heard running water. The park staff were already laying down a new coat of water to achieve that glassy surface for skating and hockey. It was not even 7:00 a.m. but the staff person was there. Lots of events happen behind the curtain so that life can just go on.

Dasher and I walked around this little park; me shivering and wondering how long my hands would be warm and dreading that moment when he pooped and I would have to remove my glove to scoop up that steaming pile of poop. Fortunately for me, it was near the end of our walk and we headed right back to the car.

It was in that moment that I understood that sometimes we let our own history get in the way. We allow the ghosts of people and events from our past tamper with our present. I think there are a few more locales I may have to visit to simply say goodbye and express my thanks for what good I was able to take from that experience. Since we are all the sum total of our experiences and can't change what experiences we have had, it is important for me to acknowledge my past. Holding on to the failures or the perception of failure does not do any good. Learning from the experience is another matter. You can still let it go, though when you have taken from it what you needed.

A couple of the places don't even exist anymore, except in my memory. That is a strong hold. One down, a few more to find.

Control?

2014-12-26T10:47:00.001-06:00

The holidays are upon us. This is the first year in many that I have looked forward to Christmas. There is good reason. I have learned so much about myself in the past month. I have been hurt and I have allowed that hurt to come between me and so many people. At some point, though I decided that I could not just go on in drone-like fashion. Sleep, feed and walk the dog, go to work, and then feed and walk the dog, get some dinner and watch NCIS and Jeopardy, then call it a night.

I don't like owing people - money, time, favors. I hate having to ask for something in return. Part of it is not wanting to be disappointed. Another very important part of it is making sure no one has his/her hooks in me. Emotionally, I just wanted to maintain distance. The more distance, the less likely I was to experience new hurts. I think I was just so certain that I could keep the pattern of getting through one day at a time and waiting for some miracle for the next day to be better. Less hurt, less fear of being hurt, less chance of getting hurt.

I gave the world my best and just trudged on daily, not knowing if and when I could see past the brick wall that I had been building up around myself. I was a good soldier. I have a quick disarming smile, and a helpful engaging personality. I can and often do more than might be considered fair, but giving is easy for me. Receiving is another beast, though. Not taking, but simply allowing others to share as I have so often shared. Receiving meant being vulnerable. It means being receptive towards someone. It meant I was not going to be in control. CONTROL...my nemesis.

The Week in Meditative Muse Land

2014-12-19T07:18:00.000-06:00

POTUS works to stabilize the relationship the US has with Cuba. In the process an American is freed with the assistance of the Pope. POTUS works with a major Christian cleric to achieve what so many have wanted. It backfires. Some Cuban-Americans think POTUS' actions are traitorous.
Sony computer system is hacked and secret documents are leaked. The leak gives information about how the executives think of their actors, society in general and women. Later we find out that the North Koreans are to blame. The story quickly transforms into Sony versus the actors guild. This is also considered an act of cyber terrorism. US is more concerned about the withdrawal of the movie, The Interview, than the problem with one more closed computer system being infiltrated.
Mall of America decides it will not allow protestors into MOA during the busy holiday season. Bloomington PD meets with organizers hoping to avoid arrests. How very interesting that the police are trying to avoid conflict and violence in this situation.
Witness #40 in the Grand Jury Process is exposed. I am sure this story is just beginning to develop.
The Bear, Putin, watches while the Russian economy tanks, probably due to petrochemical prices. Putin blames the US embargo.
Elizabeth Warren is a holdout on the awful budget proposal because Citigroup dumps language that brings us closer to the next financial brink.

Patriotism and Anarchy

2014-12-08T10:58:00.000-06:00

Question: What is the difference between the protests in Ferguson and New York and around the nation in support of the people who are claiming over reach by police in some jurisdictions and the unlawful armed insurrection at the Bundy ranch earlier this year?

Cliven Bundy

Right Wing Radicals

Why didn't those law-abiding patriotic citizens obey the law enforcement agents? Was there a consequence for non-compliance?

1 Answer: No one was arrested.

I Can't Breathe

2014-12-05T07:48:00.002-06:00

The past few months has given us all an indication of where we fit into other people's lives. This is not always a racial thing. Sometimes it is political, financial, social, spiritual or personal ideology.

Ferguson, Missouri

Minneapolis, MN

Cleveland, OH

New York, New York

It is not just black male youth. We have forgotten the stories of the children who were killed in the mass shootings. We have forgotten the story about the young woman in the auto accident who was shot by the homeowner. We have forgotten about the violence against women. We have overlooked the abuse of children and women by the athletes in their lives. We have ignored the messages and lessons from children found in secret hiding places. We have been bombarded with the stories of sexual abuse in the church and by celebrities. We are overwhelmed with mass shootings. We are tired of police vigilantism .

The people are at each other's throats, thirsting for blood or answers or direction or something other than what we have had. We are killing ourselves. We are killing our children, our neighbors, our parents, our lovers, our planet. We have to stop.

Enough Already!

2014-12-03T21:17:00.004-06:00

There are many people who are not clear about the grand jury and the lack of an indictment. There are many daily small injustices in the world. I see the evidence of those. We each have an anecdote about something tragic and awful that happened to someone who fits more comfortably into a demographic we favor. We can't trade in despair and tragedy. Each loss of a human life is a cause for sorrow. From the aborted fetus to the wrongfully accused and convicted death row inmate. Each injustice is a human scar we can not erase. We each carry this with us as human beings.

We are not each other's enemy and we must stop having this discussion as if we are. Mike Brown was someone's son; possibly someone's brother. Many of the people who are protesting simply think that "stealing cigars" may not have been cause for the events between Mike Brown and Darren Wilson. Both are unwitting participants in our national paralysis regarding race/ethnic relationships here. Neither wanted to be a catalyst for the protests/rioting/apologists/deniers that have arisen from this confrontation.

Darren Wilson is also someone's son, and neighbor. He has become the most recent poster child for the brutality that our community is experiencing. When I say our I mean the collective our - not the black community, or the Ferguson community, not even the urban community. The violence, poverty, disparities directly and indirectly affect all of us.

We can mourn for Mike Brown and his family and still hope that there is justice in the future. If we do not begin to address the issues that have percolated up from the depths of our unconsciousness we will continue to make the same mistakes in future interactions between the Mike Brown and the police in more of our communities.

Reach across the political divide. Talk to someone of another economic class. Have a coffee with another color-collar worker. We spend our time and energy trying to convince other people that our story is as valid as the other, while not hearing the sincerity and authenticity of that story. It is not a zero sum game.

Snow and Cold

2014-11-19T10:10:00.006-06:00

Winter came early this year. Many people are complaining about it. One thing I have learned is that complaining just makes it worse. It makes more sense for me to simply get out and deal with it. Boots, warm gloves, hat, scarf and an appropriate jacket. I live in Minnesota, so I have many jackets. Warm weather, rain gear, dry and snowy, wet snow, dreadful cold. Each of these can be supplemented with a sweater or some other kind of layer. Once I get outside I am usually fine. I like hearing/feeling the sound of boots on snow or ice - listen some time when you are out. I focus on breathing - through my nose to warm the air entering my lungs. I like the chilling breeze on my exposed cheeks. I love the sensation of being able to be outside in the cold without it being a challenge. I like the muffled quietness.

Music

2014-10-29T07:54:00.001-05:00

Music has a remarkable way of transporting people through and across time. You hear that song from high school or college and you can be momentarily carried away in the mood and mindset of that time. Sometimes it is really great to visit memory lane.

Other times music can be healing, transformative or a transmitter or facilitator for difficult emotions. I have been listening to old rhythm and blues on Pandora. Mostly Gladys Knight and the Pips, Teddy Pendergrass, The O'Jays, interspersed with Chicago and Michael McDonald. Those old songs told stories of love and lust, hurt and trust, right and rights, wrongs and longings. Have a listen to some songs on your favorite streaming station. Listen to the words. Hear the desire to connect. The devastation of being vanquished from one's life. Hear the joy of being in love, and loving someone.

KaBoom

2014-10-28T08:10:00.004-05:00

The beautiful autumn I anticipated is starting to come to a dramatic close. The yellows are so brilliant right now with the sunny days we have had. I have spent lots of time walking and immersing myself in this splendor of color and testament to a full life. Seasons exist for a reason - one is to simply appreciate differences. Each of these seasons has beauty. If you are always comparing Spring to Autumn you are likely to not enjoy the special qualities of either.

Things did not work out for me and the lovely lady. I was hurt. I was desolate for a some time, too, trying to figure out what happened...what I did wrong. I may never know, but I can't stop living just because this one individual rejected me.

I could write about what she is going to be missing. That would not really make me feel better. I wanted her to hurt like I did for a while, but I let that go, too. No reason to engulf myself in pity and miss out on all the rest that life has to offer. There is plenty of beauty and happiness to go around. I have to leave myself open to recognizing it and then allowing myself to experience it.

Pop Up Performance

2014-10-28T07:24:00.005-05:00

Saturday afternoon was a beautiful time in Minneapolis. The weather seems to be slightly warmer than normal and there was a gentle fall breeze. Earlier in the week I had received notice of a Pop Up performance - Drum and Dance - at the Capri theater. I was tired already after a full day of work, running back and forth with coffee and copies and making sure everyone was taken care of at the Foster Parent training session, but this Pop Up looked like fun.

It was. It was just starting when I pulled into the neighborhood and I could hear the beat of the drums. Mostly youth playing and college age kids. Adults scattered around the Capri plaza area, with a table in corner with food - Sambusas from Safari Express. Someone had also made some cake. There was something to drink. Here are a couple of images. Sometimes you have to be willing to break your routine to find a few moments of joy or happiness.

Enough

2014-10-23T07:03:00.001-05:00

We keep talking about the government as if it is an entity that we don't know. We fund the government and choose the government we want. The current administration has taken an active role in protecting our borders. Perhaps if we think about the kinds of resources we need to curb the flow of terrorists and border crossings, we can think about how we can best allocate dwindling resources.

Too often I hear people pick one issue to develop an opinion about a political process. If the administration is to blame, we all share in it. We nitpick, we refuse to get the work done, we spend our limited time and resources making mountains out of molehills. We have chosen to make politics into a win-lose proposition and every election is viewed as a mandate for the next swing in the increasing arc pendulum.

If a family were as dysfunctional as the elected/appointed representatives we would imagine how remarkably unhappy the children and partners would be. Too many miserable families make up a poorly functioning community. Too many unhealthy communities means more and increasingly more dysfunction as we climb the community ladder - city, county/parish, state, nation.

I imagine my parents are watching us and hoping we can find a way to right this vessel. Stop the incessant bickering and get back to being productive and happy citizens. It is a struggle we will always have, but we can do it better than we have in the past two or so decades. We all have to make some adjustments, each and every one of us.

It isn't a Christian vs non-Christian issue. It is not a liberal vs progressive vs conservative vs moderates vs independents issue. It is not Occupy Wall Street "nihilists" vs capitalists vs Randian capitalists vs socialists. It isn't black vs white vs Latino vs Asian vs Native issue.

It is the future of the United States of America issue. Who do we want to be? Not who we were 100 or 200 hundred years ago, but who we are today and who we want to be tomorrow. Together or balkanized into separate continuously warring fiefdoms/caliphates/regions.

Nothing At All

2014-10-14T07:27:00.002-05:00

I am still trying to wrap my head
around this recent situation

I think I could accept
her reasons if I heard them.

My mind wanders into all kinds of places
Searching for puzzle pieces
in the dark and murky waters
of despair and sorrow.

It has me reconsidering my dream
Maybe I am not ready for more
I know that I want to try
But that may not be enough

In the endless chasm of fault
I am looking only at my self
Hoping to take my dented heart
Off the safe and dusty shelf

Echoed promises
Patient with hope
Work and life dull
Sleep is but momentary escape

Cryptic missives
Silences augurs injuries
Already perceived
Mind tricks, life sticks

Whiplash

2014-10-13T09:58:00.001-05:00

Ring, ring, the telephone rings...Dad, a sadness in the voice on the other end. I just need to talk for a couple of minutes. Are you coming into the store this morning? Yes, I will be there momentarily. Put my aching heart back into the protective case and open the corner zipper so that I can feel something. I am scared; I am angry; I am frustrated; how can I help? Just listen and help me think of a plan to deal with this. One of my friends suggested we put the rules into writing. What a great idea, I say!

Back home from the dog park and the phone rings. Your child is having a crisis and I need your help right away. Be right over. Please get up and out of bed so that you can get to school on time. I am not going this child says. School doesn't matter and I am not learning anything there anyway. Please tell us what is bothering you. Silence...more silence and then an angry gush of emotion and hurt coming cascading from this child's mouth. We were not successful in getting him to school on time.

I rush to DT office to drop off PROJECTOR for work. I get there and realize I left it in the storage closet in the training room. No one has specifically asked for this projector though and since I am feeling barraged and overwhelmed with just the morning's events, I simply turn and go home.

Ring, ring, ring...what's wrong with your child? This child scared the dog and is screaming something about how he "...hate the bitch"! I will be back shortly and this child's mother is en route to deliver this child to school.

Peace while I write. I pen a quick text to one and try to avoid looking at the possibility of a response. I should not anticipate any response any how.

Breathe...breathe...breathe!

KaSi

2014-10-12T15:22:00.002-05:00

Every time you unlock the kevlar vest around your heart you risk having someone look for the opening. I knew all along it was a possibility, but I had not anticipated that it would be like this. Instant connection and promises of something. Just as quickly as it started, it came racing to an unanticipated and abrupt end, marred by an incredibly confusing text message. Stunned I have asked why and have heard that "...it's not me..." and that an actual phone call would be forthcoming...but that was two weeks ago. I have to let go and move along, as there is nothing to see here. No wreckage or damage that others need to gawk at. No visible scars; no tears, no harm and no foul.

Letting go when I don't know why makes it awful. But in order for me to do better I have to simply assume the worst and forgive. I can use this feeling to be so careful in the future while I try to be genuine and open while still zipping up that kevlar vest again.

Sometime

2014-10-10T07:30:00.001-05:00

Sometimes your heart wants what your head tells you not

Others the spirit questions and whispers to you no!

Time and again, we get out of synchronization

Pulled this way and pushed that way by familiar sensations

Comfort, temptation, nurture, sleep, privations

All nudge and push and pull us so

Whispering promises not ready to keep

Listen with your ears...see with your eyes

Feel with your heart

Let go