Archive | October 2016

Piled High and Deep

My thoughts on politics: There is so much bullshit on all sides, my bullshit meter is buried and spinning out of control.

I thought I’d end it there, but it turns out, I actually have more to say. I’m going to try to say it without endorsing or supporting any particular candidate, because I’m not particularly thrilled with any of them. Well, some of them I don’t know enough about and I’m going to learn more.

This upcoming election has become really personal. There’s a lot of hatred being spewed on social media in response to people sharing their views. A lot of strong opinions, too. I have no problem with the strong opinions. I’m kind of envious that I’m not that sure this time, because I don’t know who or what to believe. It’s the hatred I have a problem with. The name calling. “You’re stupid if you vote for x.” You’re just like him or her. Worse.

We have a place to express ourselves without having to look each other in the eye.

We’re passionate about our positions and we’re vocal. And we should be both. Racism, misogyny, LGB rights and discrimination, corporate and political corruption and greed, issues of the environment and public health, immigration, refugees, and a lot more. We all have our own hot buttons for various reasons. We’re all really divided.

We’re tired of the status quo and we want to make things better. The conspiracy theorists are starting to make sense. We’re being poisoned by GMOs and over-drugged by the pharmaceutical companies, and we’re considering putting the nuclear codes in the hands of a recalcitrant 5-year-old. Tax loopholes mean that the super rich aren’t paying taxes and the burden is falling on the middle class. Children are starving. We blame it on illegal immigrants. Gun control: why has nothing changed when people are shooting up our schools? The whole system is being manipulated by a small powerful group. Or none of it is true, or some of it is.

What’s really important is, whatever the truth is, whatever your truth is, life goes on after the election. Life goes on during the election. We all have the opportunity to look at all of it from a different perspective. Perhaps with compassion. Perhaps through the lens of your love glasses.

It may not always seem like it, but we really all want the same thing. We’re all trying to alleviate the feeling of fear from our own current state of consciousness. We were born from love and we’re trying to return to love. We will return to love – the question is will we start now or wait until we die? We’re all doing the best we can from where we are. Compassion begins from this understanding.

Perhaps we can all be a bit kinder to each other. Maybe we can imagine we’re looking each other in the eye before we start typing. Remember that person you liked before the presidential campaign? The person you had enough in common with to become Facebook friends. Can you look at this person again and see the good? Can we find common ground and work together to make a difference?

The veil is being lifted. We’re seeing a lot that we don’t like. We want change. We debate and we vote, but it doesn’t end there. We have our gifts and our purpose and we continue to go out and do what we are called to do in the world to effect change. Whether our own purpose is global, local, or personal, we do it. Let’s do it together.

Our work in the world is just beginning. There are so many ways we can make a difference. And we are better together.

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Burn, Baby, Burn

Day 1: Write about anything, then burn it

She comes into the room, exhausted from a long day at the office, and sits down. Dishes are piled in the sink from a hastily prepared dinner – eggs and toast, again. Clean laundry is tossed in the basket next to the stairs, waiting to be folded and put away. The cat wants attention, alternately head-butting her leg and playing with her feet. Books are piled on the edge of the table to be finished or put away. The laptop sits open, waiting for a newsletter to be written, website to be updated. Files for the business and papers to be filed sit accusingly at the other end. She opens a notebook and grabs a pen. It’s already full dark, the days are getting shorter. She listens as cars drive by. A dog barks in the distance. Some days she can hear the marching band practice. She fidgets in the chair, a little too low for the table. Or maybe the table is too high for the chair. She notices her nail polish is chipping. It’s only been three days. Her foot cramps and she gets up to walk it out. The neighbor is talking on the phone in the parking lot. She sits back down, pen poised over the notebook, and waits.  

10 minutes a day, every day, for 10 days. I’ve signed up for a writing challenge, the intention to get me writing more and procrastinating less. To finally start that book. To spend less time with pen poised over notebook, waiting. I will not promise to share every day, but some days I will.

Burn, Baby, Burn