Monday, December 29, 2014
Monday, April 8, 2013
This is both a common and uncommon idea:
I've seen it reflected in traditions of mediation, being just as you are in the present moment.
I've also seen it refused entirely by tireless striving for morality and in other settings for feelings of success. There is no room for slowing down, there is no room for being ok and good and right just there, just then.
But I see people in this country and our fast paced society looking to meditation, looking to self help books and therapists, looking both outside of ourselves and within, for peace. I am thankful for this, and I desire for more support and opportunity around this idea and experience of compassion, for all of us and for myself.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
I long long long to be heard, I confess.
I long long long to have no regard for negative opinion and subjective judgment. "Have your judgment", I'd like to say and yet I stay silent. But not forever. I won't stay silent forever.
Monday, July 4, 2011
I have a lot of thoughts about America today. wanna hear?
From American girls, to Asian girls in America, to black females and males too. Black, from Jamaica, but also from Zimbabwe and Nigeria. American music, well what is that? It’s hip hop today. It's Paul Mccartney. It was Ella Fitzgerald and Judy Garland, or wait was that movies? Yes. It was. America is sailing, and it is speed boats, it’s kayaking here, wakeboarding here and elsewhere. My America is different from yours. So what’s the content of this day? It was founded on something, and today it’s quite different. Some people think there’s a big problem with how holiday’s have evolved in our country. But maybe you like the excuses to get tipsy and make small talk.
Independence is different for this person and that person, and maybe more alike for the two hanging out in this city, or that rural community. I can’t say I have any sort of pure perspective on America’s foundation of independence. I don’t know that it’s helpful to expect that.
Free to me, is wearing my skin without fear. Holding my head up without looking behind me to see another’s fist of anger. Free to me is the Fourth of July. And, it’s something new. It’s a beer with my friends just to have something in common. Free is watching american TV when I’m down and feeling out of luck. Free to me, sometimes is cleaning my car so that I can feel good in it. Free to me, is forgetting, and dreaming, imagining. Free to me, is today apart from tomorrow and yesterday. It’s for you and for me and for him and her and them. Free is group and individual. It’s categorized and uncategorizable. You’re free. A free people. A free being. Go be set free. Further free. Cuz furthermore is never ending.