Saturday, December 28, 2013

A New Year's Puzzle



As we approach New Years, each of us struggles with the same questions, the same decisions, the same dilemmas: to be “less” or to be “more?”  We all do it in some form or another, regardless of circumstance – we define ourselves in quantities, not qualities.







Examples:

I will be LESS overweight.                                             I will MORE fit.

I will be LESS afraid.                                                        I will be MORE bold.

I will be LESS of a procrastinator.                               I will be MORE organized.

I will be LESS stressed.                                                   I will be MORE at peace.

I will be LESS normal.                                                      I will be MORE normal.

 

The end of a year brings with it some sense of evaluation and judgement.  Did we do well this year?  Did we reach our goals?  Did we live up to ourselves?  How did we fail and how did we succeed?  With the emphasis always on our failures.  The New Year always focused on how we can fix what is wrong with us, make us better, make us something…as though we are broken and nothing before.

The New Year is coming and I wish to make changes in my own life…big ones!  Not because I think I am broken or that I am “less than” but because I want a different experience.  Not one that is “more” or “better” or “fixed”…but one that is real and one that feels a bit more like ME. 

That is the question we should be asking ourselves…not WHAT IS RIGHT or WHAT IS WRONG, not WHAT IS NORMAL or WHAT IS WEIRD, not WHAT IS NOW or WHAT IS LATER...we should ask ourselves not WHAT IS YOU but WHAT IS ME?

What is me? 

Who am I?

How do I matter?

How does my puzzle piece fit with yours?

We should all strive to be the puzzle piece that fits with the puzzle.  Because we all fit…somehow.

 
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL MY PUZZLE PIECES! 


 


Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Something more

















She walks with confidence

And never changes her stride

But something unsure

Is there beneath

Her steps.

She's everything

But thinks herself

Nothing and

Though she knows

Better

She won't give

Herself

Permission

To be

More.

 

Friday, December 13, 2013

The Age of Social Media



New technology has rewritten the rules and norms of social communication.  To be someone’s “friend” has so much more meaning than it once did.  To “friend” and “de-friend” someone are terms in our vocabulary that did not recently exist but that now, have significant meaning.  Some may feel that facebook and other social media have trivialized our relationships to their least common denominator, making “friendship” nothing more than knowing someone’s name by some common association or affiliation.  It is true that some times this is the case.  But often times such social media connects you to like-minded people who support and inspire you and thus touch you in significant ways.  This kind of inspiration expands like a community and creates a pocket of consciousness that although planted online, grows in real-life situations.

In my own experience with social media, I have friends whom I’ve never met in the physical world.  I have friends with whom I’ve shared my deepest and darkest secrets.  I have connected to family I’ve only met once or twice as well as family with whom I am intimately close.  I have reconnected with people I have not seen in years.  I have opened up to people I barely know.  I have been able to express things that I would not otherwise be able to express.  For shy, awkwardly social people like me who prefer to write, facebook is a gift from the internet heavens. 

Facebook has allowed us to share our lives in a unique way.  A picture of a sunrise or a poem can connect us at a philosophical level.  A silly joke can connect our senses of humor.  Cute animals can connect our special interests.  News items can connect our intellect.  And the beautiful faces of ourselves and our family just connects us to each other. 

Social media not only connects us to one another through our similarities but it informs us through our differences.  Not all of my facebook friends share my political, spiritual or psychological philosophies.  Sometimes it is hard for me to read a post that I morally or philosophically oppose but I appreciate the diversity of thought among my friends and I remind myself that an open mind is a richer mind.

I am thankful for social media and all that it has to offer. I am thankful for the new friends I have made and for the old friends I’ve kept.  I am thankful for the laughs and the love and the wisdom I have received from others.  I am thankful that I can share myself with the world in a way I never felt comfortable enough to do. 

So next time you feel like you are spending too much time on facebook  or twitter or blogspot or pinterest, just remember that you are merely connecting yourself to the great big world of thought and creativity around you!    Your world can be as big or small as you want it to be.

If there were annual “facebook awards”, they would go to….

Paula Sherman for the best nature pics, Donna Riley Jensen for the creepy Halloween countdown, Amy Peterman for the funniest posts, Trevor Gillette for the most thought-provoking posts, Linda Eastman-Durham for the most misspelled words, Sharon Hoyle Gabrielson and Vicki Kendal-Olsen for the most consecutive posts, Stephanie Eastman-Bushman and Alicia Eastman for the cutest kid pics (bias alert), Jackson Galaxy for the cutest pet pics,  Joe Greene for the most real-life celebrity pics and my mom for the one person I wish was on facebook but who is not. L 

Now go post your thoughts!

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Here's to you, Grasshopper


“Don’t wake a sleeping bear” they say –
But sometimes the bear

Wants to be awakened.

__________________________________________

He had coarse skin
And hard yellow nails
He looked older than

He was.


He had a curt tongue and
Steely stare
He trusted no one.


He was cold,
He was tired –
He had regrets,
Unforgiven

 
But I saw something
More…

 
I felt his Soul
At the table,
As he played
Solitaire
 


He wished for nothing
Or so it seemed—
But another drink and
Another day.



But if you dared to
Look in his eyes
Way down deep
In his eyes…



It was there—
All of it

 
This old, coarse
Unforgiving
Stubborn
Son of a bitch
Was the closest
Thing to real
You will ever
Find.
 
 
I wish I could
Sit with him again
And ask all those
Things I wondered...
 
 
And have the guts
To meet his stare
And maybe
Hold his hand.
 
____________________________

For my old friend,

Johnny Russell

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Wishes


 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I could take all my wishes

And throw them in the

Sky like stars

And they would shine -

But by morning

They’d be gone…
 
 

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Way Down Deep


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Way down deep

Inside of it

The calmness

Begins to bubble

Like something

Is lurking under

Still waters…

 

Way down deep

At the heart of it

The feelings

Begin to jumble

Like something

Is in need of

My affection…

 

Way down deep

At the soul of it

The spirit

Begins to rumble

Like something

Is begging to be

Changed…

 

Way down deep

Where no one

Can see

Where no one

Looks

Where no one

Wanders…

Friday, July 26, 2013

How do i fly?




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I look down at
Cement blocks
And feel the
Heaviness of
Myself.


I am stuck,
Trapped in
My own
Sense of
Fear and
Doubt.
 
 
Why can’t
I evolve
From
This?

 
I feel wings
Growing
From my
Sides

 
 And my
Spirit is
Ever
Lighter…


But as the
Baby bird
Is born
It has no
Concept of
Flight.
 
How do I
Do this
On my
Own?
 
Please
teach me
How to
fly.
 

7/25/2013

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Dance


 
 
 
If you could crawl inside a dance

You’d feel the twists and turns of movement

And the range of pure emotion

The music would take you places

You never thought you’d go

 
The lines and jumps and

Extensions,

A continuation of you…

Your story is that dance

And the show has only

Started


Your life will spill out

Onto that stage

And it will be beautiful,

Exhilarating,

Scary,

Educational,

Daunting,

Impossible…

 

But just as you

Dance and just as you move,

Your life will be yours

And your life will be

True.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Charlotte's Web


I don’t like bugs.  I don’t like any form of bug or insect or arthropod or arachnid.  I realize they are each different “classifications” but to me they are all creepy things that I don’t want anywhere near me.  But I have noticed a change, perhaps an evolution, in my thinking about these creepy creatures.  As I have gotten older, I find myself hesitating before I step on, swat, smoosh, spray or otherwise terminate the life of a fly or an ant or a spider.  Where once I held the thought that bugs were nothing but a nuisance and an inconvenience and I had every right to remove them from existence…I now ask myself “what right do I have?”  That bug is not actually trying to bother me.  It is merely trying to live its life as it was meant to. It has no thought of me nor desire to hurt me.  It did not seek out to interrupt me and my ways.  If anything, I am the one interrupting. 

This epiphany led to my reaction to what most would consider a forgettable event.  One day, while heading out to do something completely insignificant, I noticed a spider web on my driver’s side mirror.  I won’t lie, my first reaction was to destroy it.  Spider = nuisance.  But I looked at her web, really looked at it.  It was so miraculous, like a work of art.  I thought about how hard she must have worked on that web.  And now she was sleeping somewhere inside that mirror…waiting for morning, for a new day and all that it holds.  How could I interrupt that?

I left her and the web alone.  I went to do my insignificant thing.  As I drove around town I kept a close eye on the web.  Miraculously, it withstood the wind and the elements and by the time I got home, it was mostly intact along with the food she had trapped.  I was amazed at the strength of that web, amazed at the strength in something so delicate. 

Days passed and the spider, which I had now named Charlotte, was still living in my driver’s side mirror.  Every night she made a new web and each one was beautiful.  Sometimes her webs were small yet functional and other times they were huge and elaborate.  I felt guilty every time I went  somewhere in which  I had to drive over 40 mph.  Charlotte’s webs couldn’t withstand the higher speeds.  By the time I got home, the web and all of its food was gone.  But every night, she would rebuild that web.  Sometimes I would go out just to watch her weaving.  And I wondered if she knew I was there.

I thought to myself, why did Charlotte choose my car?  A moving vehicle is not the best of homes for a spider.  That’s when I realized that she had no concept of the human world or of our trivial things.  She didn’t know she was living inside a car window.  She was just living.  She was just doing what she does.  Just as I was doing what I do.  It occurred to me the imbalance of our lives.  Here I am worrying about money and career and relationships…worrying about what people think of me.  And Charlotte…she is not worrying, she is living.  She is forever in the moment of life and being the very thing she was born to be.  It suddenly became clear who was interrupting who.

This morning I woke up and it was a day like every other day.  I walked to my car to set out on another insignificant journey.  I looked to see Charlotte’s new web and there was nothing.  Only a few strings, still stuck to the window, left from the day before.  There was no new web, no new miracle.  Charlotte was gone.  Either she left or she died.  Either way, I’m sad. 

Life is one of those things that require you to evolve before you can know and understand.  There are so many smaller things that are bigger than us.  A bug might be a nuisance but still it is a miracle.  Like each one of us.  We each have a nature and a purpose and we are all interconnected and part of the same beautiful world.  Consider this next time you swat a fly or step on an ant or interrupt the web of a spider.


“Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder.” ~ E.B. White

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Tree


 
 
 
 
 
There is something

Dark and mysterious

About a tree-

The way it twists and

Tangles

And bends with

The wind.

The way it changes

And dies and

Is born again.

For each ring

Exists a story,

Waiting to be

Told-

Another dream

Beneath its

Branches…

 

To lie quietly

Under a tree

Flat on your back

And wondering,

To invite its

Leaves to come

To you

And offer

Something new. 

 

To sense the sadness

Of the tree

The way its leaves are

Weeping…

And yet the tree

Comforts you

In your time of

Need.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Niceties

Niceties


Are as abundant

As weeds…

As boring as

“How are you?”



Do you really

Give a shit

About

Me?



This world is

Turning

As fast as

You’re little

Head

Can spin…



Are you up

For it?



Do you even know

What direction

The world is

Spinning?



Do you even

Know which world

Is ours?



Third rock from

The sun,

A lucky

Accident…



And life happened

And life evolved…



And with all your

Religion and faith

And knowledge

And reason…



This is the best

You could do?