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Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning



Sunday, June 17, 2018

Thanks Dad


“I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren't trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.”
                                              Umberto Eco, Foucault's Pendulum
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Thank you dad, for the little pieces of wisdom
Dropped along the way

Thank you for teaching me
That laughter is infectious
That it is OK to be silly (Corn and Pop Corn)
That it is important to care
That you need to pay attention to how you are impacting others
That you respect women, for they are equal to men (at the very least)
The importance of faith
The need for accountability
The value of faithfulness
The importance of loving your children, and doing things with them

Thank you for teaching me
How to attach a fly to a lead
How to appreciate the desert
About the beauty of a sunrise
The right way to take care of a yard
How to thread pipe
All the odd, but practical things that go with owning a house

Thank you for showing me
How to offer compassion
How to forgive
How to relax into joy

Thank you for pushing me
Expecting much of me
Guiding me
Supporting me

But most of all
Thank you
For
Loving me!


Saturday, June 16, 2018

make it personal


“If you want to make a difference, the next time you see someone being cruel to another human being, take it personally. Take it personally because it is personal!”
― BrenĂ© Brown, I Thought It Was Just Me: Women Reclaiming Power and Courage in a Culture of Shame
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Where does cruelty come from?
Why do we feel a need to diminish and minimize others?

What is it that makes is pretend the immigrant child is a threat?
And the poor person is lazy?
And the addicted person is a moral misfit?
And the mentally ill person is weak?

Can we not see that each child is our child?
That the person struggling to feed his or her children is our neighbor?
That the person wandering in the realm of hungry ghosts (Mate) is our friend?
That the person whose mind is bullying them is our brother, our sister?

We are all children of God
Bound together
No matter what our color
Our creed
Our nation
Our status

We are bound together
Inextricably
Like it, or not
We are all part of the fabric that is the Sacred

How can we stand by, and rationalize in our heads
How can we stand by and without passion or empathy and calmly discuss
Laws, and politics, and economic theories
While people starve, and live in boxes
While children lie on tarps on concrete floors, separated from their parents?

What happens to those children in those warehouse is personal!
What happens to that person struggling with addiction, is personal!
There is no place for dispassionate logic,
No place for disengagement.

That is our parent,
Our brother or sister,
Our child.

The cruelty we see should shred the fabric of our being
Until we cry out in pain
Until we respond
With compassion,
With caring
With outrage
With words
With actions

We should take what is happening personally
Because it is
personal

Friday, June 15, 2018

Bad Priorities


" Go running through the streets
... creating Divine chaos,
Go running through the world
...giving LOVE, giving LOVE. "
                               Hafiz
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What a time
So much hate (me too)
So much anger (me too)
So much graft and greed
So much lust for power
So much abuse of power
So many people sitting back watching it happen

The environment destroyed
Minorities oppressed
Civil rights erode
Protections for workers erode
Protections for consumers removed.
The poor shame
The elderly abandoned
The mentally ill untreated
The addicted thrown away

All for what?
Money?
Power?
Really?

And we are OK with this?

Ah for some divine chaos
To confuse the smug
To afflict the comfortable
(and comfort the afflicted)

As some divine chaos to bring down
Those who in their pride and greed use and abuse

But here is the point
The sticking point

Divine chaos looks like love
Now let’s wrap our minds and hearts
Around that