International Women’s Day

Other than the ones I’ve deemed worthy, like birthdays and well, birthdays, (and when I was married, anniversaries) and the obligatory holidays, I don’t do pre-canned days, prescribed events, pre-planned observances, annual lah-tee-dahs…

Oh wait. But I do. I’m in this world and I provide social media support and that includes strategy and that involves well, today. And, it’s true, I do respect that these marked days draw our attention to what we might have otherwise taken for granted. But, for whatever reason, it’s not my natural inclination. My natural inclination is to go “Right, I need the world to set a date to remind me of what I value as if I wouldn’t otherwise? And I wouldn’t do anything about this otherwise, right? And, naturally, there’s something I should purchase today to show my dedication, sincerity, etc., right?” Yes. I can be that cynical and snotty.

But I do have nobler parts. And they’re in the game today and seeing it as something other than a GAME.

Here’s a lovely quote from Liza Donnelly I appreciate: “When you become a woman, there is no manual,  you have to figure out how to “do” being a women by doing it. You watch other women, read magazines, listen to your mother, sister, grandmother. You practice being a woman and adjust how you do it by the reactions you get. For example, wearing a really short skirt gets one kind of reaction from men, another reaction from women. By performing your gender, you learn how to “do” it from how others respond to you.

If there is one thing women have in common around the world, other than anatomy,  it is that we have to be constantly aware. Women need to be alert to their surroundings not only to avoid possible physical harm to their bodies, they have to be aware of whether or not they are performing their role as women correctly.  Because in many societies, if they do not perform their roles correctly, they can be ostracized, or much worse.  In many parts of the world, women are in constant danger because of their membership in this group.  In too many parts of the world, women are not free.”

She has a knack for drawing, to put it mildly: 

And then there’s a man I find perpetually addressing the heart of the matter, Jeff Brown: “Dear Divine Feminine, Me and my brothers are readying for our movement into the heart as a way of being. It’s a slow-winged process, but we are dropping down a little more with every lesson. Bless us with your ongoing support as we figure out how to feel our way home. We have some experience with the relational path, but not as much as you do. We have often moved with a heartfelt intention, but swimming in deep feeling is another experience entirely. We have been so vigilant for so long that it’s a challenge to relate to the moment vulnerably. We intuit that the life of the heart is the path home, but we need some time to embrace it, to integrate it, to understand how to move the way that loves makes you move. We have the willingness- we just have to learn how to convert our armoured nature into receptivity. We have for too long associated surrender with weakness. But it is not. It is the depths of courage- you have taught us that. Please be patient as we stumble back to our old patterns. We will not disappoint you, once we understand this new way. We will meet you there. At the gate to our shared heart.”

And it’s heart that keeps us busy with the work of respecting that somewhere in the layers of these nationally and internationally recognized days is a sincere opportunity to add a little extra love-in-action to what must be a perpetual mastery of the practice of love itself. That’s really what it’s all about. As idealistic and pollyanna la la la as it sounds, it’s a gritty, fierce, real, sometimes in-your-face, other times sweet sweat of work…love.

Directly Speaking…

‎”We waste so much energy trying to cover up who we are, when beneath every attitude is the want to be loved, and beneath every anger is a wound to be healed, and beneath every sadness is a fear that there will not be enough time.

When we hesitate in being direct, we unknowingly slip something on, some added layer of protection that keeps us from feeling the world, and often that thin covering is the beginning of a loneliness which, if not put down, diminishes our chances for joy. It’s like wearing gloves every time we touch something, and then, forgetting that we chose to put them on, we complain that nothing feels quite real.

In this way, our challenge each day is not to get dressed to face the world, but to unglove ourselves so that the doorknob feels cold, and the car handle feels wet, and the kiss goodbye feels like the lips of another being soft and unrepeatable.

As you breathe, let each breath undress your being–of attitude, of mood, of history.” – Mark Nepo

Inspiration isn’t happening these days, not in the form of writing, anyway. I get these moments of creative wonder and both hands are on the wheel of my car as I taxi someone somewhere or take myself across town. The moment passes and I face my keyboard with a fullness I can’t express. Not just yet. We writers do have our seasons of going simply on commitment. If we’ve the time. I have precious little these days.

This quote from Mark Nepo is a beautiful reminder of why we can take a deep breath and just be…unhindered. Even if all the writing projects are languishing somewhere under the rubble of too much to do.

Perpetual . . .

I love the continual underlying stirring vibe of this piece and how much it whispers of life and living itself… day in, day out, one foot, then the other and… and…

While we may rest in melodies more reposed and reflective, another melody is there, under the surface, stirring us into motion and passion, towards the next big expression of our love of life. And this is definitely the feel of my world lately…

Further Bulletins: People Care…

There are quite a few issues dividing people into groups of pros and cons, for and against, heffalumps and woozles. It’s very confusel. Truly. Awfully. And what gets lost in the collision of perspectives, most of them valid, some of them regressed and infantile, is the truth. The truth that when we’re stripped down to the essentials, the life and death line in the sand, the reality of our mortality, right where we are, in our alleged zones of comfort, we stand in love and support. We forget what divided us and we reach out to give a big hug, somehow, some way. Most of us, anyway. I’m going to proclaim that most of us do. Because, it’s true. And I’m going to share why I believe it, just from two examples. The really wonderful news is that these two examples are only two of countless – count that: countless – others.

Before 11am today, I ran into two stories of people reaching out and giving, going above and beyond any “normal” expectation and lavishing care. Forget that I live and experience that in my own world on a regular basis. Forget that were it not for kindness I’d not be where I am right now. Beyond what we all experience and take for granted on a daily basis, amazing and beautiful things are going on…

My 1st encounter with humanity love-news today came in the form of Rachel Beckwith’s story. Her story is tragic. Nothing coming from that tragedy changes the gravity of the loss. If we could all erase what happened and keep her here in this reality making a difference with her big-heartedness, we would. But we can’t. So we did something else. We did what we could do. People honored her dream and her big heart. Strangers and unknowns and people who’ll never be identified added their support to her dream. She wanted to raise $300 by her birthday. $300 for water for 15 people in Africa. She came up $80 short on her 9th birthday. A month later she died in a car accident. Less than 5 minutes of footage to see how people responded:

And then an hour after wiping the tears off my face, I find a Mother Jones article. The upside of it is that Old Crow Medicine heard of a US soldier who died in Baghdad. His name was Levi and he really liked Old Crow. They wrote a song for him and sang it to his family, in person. Here’s the video…

This is what we are, all conflicts aside, all greed and pride washed away, soul-fed and soulful, all self-loathing melted into something richer and truer. When we embrace this part of ourselves, we embrace an ancient truth; we embrace love and we embrace what can never tear us apart.

It’s happening everyday, all over the world. Right now. In spite of all the shite flying around, corruption surreal, regression horror and economic disaster…this is who we are underneath all the pretend.

Own Your Life

This reaches me on several levels because, for one, it shows a man giving his body, his will, his time to the military. On some levels, this fact alone is upsetting to me. I’m not anti-military or unappreciative of the hearts of those who mean well when they join the military but I do struggle with the choice. These folks are giving their will and good health to agendas so corrupted and obscured by greed and lust for power and control, it’s difficult to see even the potential for positive karmic purpose in the choice so many make to serve. But, I support the human, the person.

I love what is expressed here about “The Secret” and about owning your life. And as one who longs to sprint again and who has some major challenges – not with an almost 300lb weight issue or injury from parachuting out of airplanes, but with the considerably daunting reality of CFS – this rendered me weepy and appreciative. So, Happy Memorial Day to those who find it meaningful. Let this be a memorial to the human spirit, the tenacity both in and out of corrupt agendas and into the ownership of our lives and our power.