Thursday, November 15, 2012
REMOVING OBSTACLES
A CALL TO ARMS
Monday, September 17, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
REFLECTIONS ON ELECTIONS
Last
evening I sat for a long time at the table with my ballot. Feeling the
privilege, yet also wondering how free we really are; how much are we
being manipulated into thinking we are free? If there are so many lies
that are blatant, how many are sliding silkily through our lives
undetected? Did I want to vote for the Justice Party, a party that
reflects my deeply held beliefs? Was that really throwing away my
privilege as some have said to me, or was this what this privilege is
really all about? Talk about an undecided voter!
I thought
about my commitment to walk the path of Love. If I am going to be one
who bears Light in the world, if I am going to keep my feet to this
pathway of Love that I have chosen, then I have to once again lay aside
my fear and my cynicism and my judgment. I have to see the light in
others, no matter how obscured, to see their goodness no matter how it
has been twisted up in fear or buried under cruelty. In the same way
that I must be willing to challenge my ignorance and make amends when I
realize that that ignorance has caused harm, I must see the precious
value of others who do harm because of their ignorance...and hope that
they too will find their way to greater light.
I finally picked
up the pen, and with gratitude for the privilege to be sitting at that
table without having had to wait in line or suffer harassment; and with
gratitude that I held a legitimate ballot; and with gratitude that even
though I wish for a much different kind of political system--at least we
still have one...I gave my President the benefit of the doubt and voted
to give him four more years...and I filled in the circle that asks my
Representative to please pack his things and go home--he's done enough
harm...and I firmly said No! to the convoluted message that would pass
itself off as "righteousness" when every syllable of it's message drips
with arrogant judgment, separatism and superiority, and deeply biased
ethnocentrism being packaged as the will of a Supreme Being. And one
last No! to the thinly disguised attempt to suppress this very privilege
I have to sit here and fill in this circle on this ballot.
In the dark hours of the new morning on the day my Dad would have been
85 I listened to my now and future President encourage us to view our
political system with its fierce arguments and differing opinions and
sheer (stinking) messiness (I had to add stinking!) not as something
awful, or broken, but as what indicates that we are a people who live in
a nation that is free. We get to argue. We get to debate and
disagree. We get to "duke it out" so-to-speak. We get to sit at tables
or step into booths and cast a vote for a man or woman or for or
against an issue. We get to have and to express our opinion.
Interesting perspective. I wonder what my Dad would say about all of
this.
As he did four years ago, President Obama talked about
working together to solve our problems and to build our nation. May it
be so. May it be that we will learn to move beyond the privilege of
holding onto our precious opinions and argue until we all grow old and
die. May it be that we learn to listen. To listen deeply to one
another. To open our hearts and minds to the solutions that will heal
our Earth and one another and our world.
And may we rise to
the call of our President...that our work, my work, your work, does not
end with the closing of the polls and disposing of the yard signs. Our
work has just begun. The time for arguing is finished. Now we work to
create solutions and to heal all that our fierce fighting has destroyed
and recreate the world so all may thrive. It begins within our own
hearts. It must.
Monday, July 16, 2012
THE BEAST
Each one, teach one.
How to do battle.
How to fall/sink/slink/slither/survive.
How to rise once again.
How to raise the pen, muster the energy, write for one's life.
- Joyce Yamamoto -
July 16, 2012
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
I WANT TO BE A RAINBOW THINKER
Thursday, April 5, 2012
LETTER TO A HOMELESS YOUTH
I am so thankful that you have found a place and people to help you heal and to create the life that you came here to this Earth to live. There are so many cruel, painful, terrible things happening all around us in our world, and you have seen and experienced some of them. You know this. But all around you there is also beauty, and goodness and love and possibility. I know this.
Once I was in Seattle, waiting to catch a plane to somewhere else. For several days it had been cold, with a drizzly rain that never quits, occasionally building into a torrential downpour before receding again to a miserable drizzle. The plane took off and as we rose into the clouds, I couldn't see anything out my window but a grey-white blank. Then, suddenly the flat white began to thin into ragged wisps and above our little plane was brilliant blue sky with a fiery sun shining down. Then, out my little window I could see mountain tops sticking far up above the clouds, their snow caps sparkling in the sunlight. The plane climbed higher and the clouds that were cutting Seattle off from the sunlight were now below us and looked like heaps of white snow piled up.
Sometimes what we experience in life is dark, dismal, frightening. Emotionally we may feel like nothing good or beautiful will ever come to us. Then we begin to believe it and respond to the world around us defensively and angrily--"Who the hell decided I got picked to have a crap life?"
Maybe if you feel that nothing beautiful or good will come to you, you need to go find IT. Just today, look for things that are beautiful, that make you smile. Find at least one thing. Notice each act of kindness that you experience...and act kindly to someone, at least once. Did you eat today? Did it taste wonderful? Do you have a place to sleep tonight?
Tomorrow, do it again. Begin to count up all the beautiful and good things you see and experience and DO. Just today. Each "today" as it arrives.
That is how we open up the way for Love to heal our hearts and minds. And it is that healing that opens up the way for more good stuff--possibilities and opportunities--to "come to us". They don't really come to us...they were always there. We just couldn't see them. Like the sun shining above the storm clouds. It is always there, we just can't see it until the clouds are swept aside--or somehow we are able to rise up above them.
I send Light and Love to you...I hope you see it today.
Be at Peace...you are finding your way.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
SAWABONA...I SEE YOU
When I come to the table with these women, what is important to me is how our hearts and minds connect. I don’t think about the differences in our heritage. I don’t think about how these differences shape the meaning we attach to events, to language, to communication and decision making processes. They are “just women”, as I am a woman. They are my colleagues. They are my mentors and my teachers and my friends. I see them as wise. I see their accomplishments. I respect and admire their courage and their strength. I have learned much from them. I treasure their support. I trust them. I am known by them.
She leaned across the table toward me, trying to make my white brain understand. “You get to think this way. You’re White.”
Today I am made keenly aware that the differences in how we have been enculturated DO shape the meaning we attach to events, to language, to communication and decision making processes. Today I am more cognizant to what respectful inclusivity requires; to the clear need to check and recheck our assumptions, our perceptions, our semantics. Did I not know this? Of course I knew this! I teach this! But today I am pressed to go much deeper. Today I wonder about the lenses I wear as a white woman when I am with my friends who are not.
Someday, if my love is true, my heart faithful, they might allow me to sit with their pain and their grief. If I am willing, they might be willing to release upon me their stuffed up, stifled and swallowed rage. I would have to be as strong as the rocks upon which the waves break and crash, and as yielding as fertile soil. I would have to embody all the thoughtless, insensitive, defensive, abusive and racist white people that my friends have encountered, and still remain the woman who sees the precious, brilliant jewel glowing inside their dark-skinned bodies.
Monday, February 13, 2012
I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW
Thursday, February 2, 2012
ON BUILDING BRIDGES
January 25, 2012
Mistakes are the usual bridge between inexperience and wisdom.
~ Phyllis Theroux
ON BUILDING BRIDGES
Knowledge is information. It is cerebral. It is about “knowing stuff”. We acquire knowledge from books and from listening to lectures and by observation.
Learning requires that we engage in some form of action that involves application of our knowledge. We must experience the knowledge. It is a process. We read a recipe and then we chop and mix and simmer and season. Now we have learned what it is to make soup. We read about healing a relationship and then we gather our courage and speak of that which is in our heart to our friend, our beloved, our colleague. We are learning to make human connection that heals.
Engaging in the learning process of applying our knowledge involves many lessons. A baby taking his first steps does not run around the block. In fact, he falls down every few steps! The first number of times I share honestly from my heart my words and tone may be mixed with fear, anger and defensiveness. It will be messy. But how else will I learn to run if I do not first learn to walk? How else will I learn to forgive and to love unconditionally if I do not first release that which prevents my forgiving and loving? How do I release my negative energy and cleanse old wounds or new without first acknowledging my pain? Like the baby letting go of the edges of furniture, like the six-year-old giving up his bicycle training wheels, will I find the courage to release my old defenses and mistrust? Initially, how could I not be awkward, like the baby stepping out on his own across the wide expanse of the living room?
Learning involves making missteps. It involves falling off the bicycle a few times before riding down the trail. Before I grow proficient and wise I will burn the dinner, cut my finger, drown a cactus, fold a few loads of pink stained laundry, starve a hamster, show up to meetings completely unprepared and yes, cause a sweet child to cry. And my friend. And my colleague. And the tired waitress who I criticized for the messed up order.
Active application of knowledge is to learning what experience is to wisdom. I like the image of mistakes being the bridge between inexperience and wisdom. Each time I mess up in a relationship, if I am willing to step back and observe what happened, I gain a piece of knowledge—a board in my hand. If I apply that knowledge the next time I am in a similar situation with someone, I am learning—how to trust, perhaps, or how to love, or growing the quality of patience. I hammer that board into place, building my bridge. Each time I am given the opportunity to practice this new learning, I gain experience. More boards, more nails; the bridge is growing, reaching for the other shore. In time, my experience produces proficiency and skill in my ability to communicate—including being able to forgo judgment and knowing when to hold my tongue. The sum of my knowledge, learning and experience makes it possible for me to trust and to love much more deeply and unconditionally than that first day when I looked inside my heart and saw the mess that was there. My bridge is complete. I’m on the other side.
My life is an interesting study in bridges. All manner of designs, materials and lengths, some are currently under construction. Many are beautiful and complete and provide me access to interesting lands. A few that once were lovely have fallen into disrepair. Have you ever defaulted into old behavior patterns and had to learn again an old lesson?
Today’s Practice
Rather than seeing my mistakes as endpoints or failures, today I regard them as necessary bridges to eventual understanding.