Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Letting Go of My Past

Rather than adding to a list of not-likely-to-achieve events, I am choosing to let go of some of the hurtful periods in my past.  As I was having my morning coffee and driving off to the dog unleashed area, I decided to take a detour.  Dasher and I went to a park near a house I used to live in many years ago.  When we arrived I heard running water. The park staff were already laying down a new coat of water to achieve that glassy surface for skating and hockey.  It was not even 7:00 a.m. but the staff person was there.  Lots of events happen behind the curtain so that life can just go on.

Dasher and I walked around this little park; me shivering and wondering how long my hands would be warm and dreading that moment when he pooped and I would have to remove my glove to scoop up that steaming pile of poop.  Fortunately for me, it was near the end of our walk and we headed right back to the car.

It was in that moment that I understood that sometimes we let our own history get in the way.  We allow the ghosts of people and events from our past tamper with our present.  I think there are a few more locales I may have to visit to simply say goodbye and express my thanks for what good I was able to take from that experience.  Since we are all the sum total of our experiences and can't change what experiences we have had, it is important for me to acknowledge my past.  Holding on to the failures or the perception of failure does not do any good.  Learning from the experience is another matter.  You can still let it go, though when you have taken from it what you needed.

A couple of the places don't even exist anymore, except in my memory.  That is a strong hold.  One down, a few more to find.

Friday, December 26, 2014

Control?

The holidays are upon us.  This is the first year in many that I have looked forward to Christmas.  There is good reason. I have learned so much about myself in the past month.  I have been hurt and I have allowed that hurt to come between me and so many people.  At some point, though I decided that I could not just go on in drone-like fashion.  Sleep, feed and walk the dog, go to work, and then feed and walk the dog, get some dinner and watch NCIS and Jeopardy, then call it a night.

I don't like owing people - money, time, favors.  I hate having to ask for something in return.  Part of it is not wanting to be disappointed.  Another very important part of it is making sure no one has his/her hooks in me.  Emotionally, I just wanted to maintain distance.  The more distance, the less likely I was to experience new hurts.  I think I was just so certain that I could keep the pattern of getting through one day at a time and waiting for some miracle for the next day to be better.  Less hurt, less fear of being hurt, less chance of getting hurt.

I gave the world my best and just trudged on daily, not knowing if and when I could see past the brick wall that I had been building up around myself.  I was a good soldier.  I have a quick disarming smile, and a helpful engaging personality.  I can and often do more than might be considered fair, but giving is easy for me.  Receiving is another beast, though.  Not taking, but simply allowing others to share as I have so often shared.  Receiving meant being vulnerable. It means being receptive towards someone. It meant I was not going to be in control.  CONTROL...my nemesis.

Friday, December 19, 2014

The Week in Meditative Muse Land

  1. POTUS works to stabilize the relationship the US has with Cuba.  In the process an American is freed with the assistance of the Pope.  POTUS works with a major Christian cleric to achieve what so many have wanted.  It backfires.  Some Cuban-Americans think POTUS' actions are traitorous. 
  2. Sony computer system is hacked and secret documents are leaked.  The leak gives information about how the executives think of their actors, society in general and women.  Later we find out that the North Koreans are to blame.  The story quickly transforms into Sony versus the actors guild.  This is also considered an act of cyber terrorism.  US is more concerned about the withdrawal of the movie, The Interview, than the problem with one more closed computer system being infiltrated.  
  3. Mall of America decides it will not allow protestors into MOA during the busy holiday season.  Bloomington PD meets with organizers hoping to avoid arrests.  How very interesting that the police are trying to avoid conflict and violence in this situation.  
  4. Witness #40 in the Grand Jury Process is exposed.  I am sure this story is just beginning to develop.  
  5. The Bear, Putin, watches while the Russian economy tanks, probably due to petrochemical prices.  Putin blames the US embargo.  
  6. Elizabeth Warren is a holdout on the awful budget proposal because Citigroup dumps language that brings us closer to the next financial brink.  

Monday, December 08, 2014

Patriotism and Anarchy

Question: What is the difference between the protests in Ferguson and New York and around the nation in support of the people who are claiming over reach by police in some jurisdictions and the unlawful armed insurrection at the Bundy ranch earlier this year?



Why didn't those law-abiding patriotic citizens obey the law enforcement agents? Was there a consequence for non-compliance?


1 Answer: No one was arrested.

Friday, December 05, 2014

I Can't Breathe

The past few months has given us all an indication of where we fit into other people's lives.  This is not always a racial thing. Sometimes it is political, financial, social, spiritual or personal ideology.

Ferguson, Missouri

Minneapolis, MN 





It is not just black male youth.  We have forgotten the stories of the children who were killed in the mass shootings.  We have forgotten the story about the young woman in the auto accident who was shot by the homeowner.  We have forgotten about the violence against women.  We have overlooked the abuse of children and women by the athletes in their lives.  We have ignored the messages and lessons from children found in secret hiding places.  We have been bombarded with the stories of sexual abuse in the church and by celebrities.  We are overwhelmed with mass shootings.  We are tired of police vigilantism .

The people are at each other's throats, thirsting for blood or answers or direction or something other than what we have had.  We are killing ourselves.  We are killing our children, our neighbors, our parents, our lovers, our planet.  We have to stop. 

Wednesday, December 03, 2014

Enough Already!

There are many people who are not clear about the grand jury and the lack of an indictment. There are many daily small injustices in the world. I see the evidence of those. We each have an anecdote about something tragic and awful that happened to someone who fits more comfortably into a demographic we favor. We can't trade in despair and tragedy. Each loss of a human life is a cause for sorrow. From the aborted fetus to the wrongfully accused and convicted death row inmate. Each injustice is a human scar we can not erase. We each carry this with us as human beings.
We are not each other's enemy and we must stop having this discussion as if we are. Mike Brown was someone's son; possibly someone's brother. Many of the people who are protesting simply think that "stealing cigars" may not have been cause for the events between Mike Brown and Darren Wilson. Both are unwitting participants in our national paralysis regarding race/ethnic relationships here. Neither wanted to be a catalyst for the protests/rioting/apologists/deniers that have arisen from this confrontation.
Darren Wilson is also someone's son, and neighbor. He has become the most recent poster child for the brutality that our community is experiencing. When I say our I mean the collective our - not the black community, or the Ferguson community, not even the urban community. The violence, poverty, disparities directly and indirectly affect all of us.
We can mourn for Mike Brown and his family and still hope that there is justice in the future. If we do not begin to address the issues that have percolated up from the depths of our unconsciousness we will continue to make the same mistakes in future interactions between the Mike Brown and the police in more of our communities.
Reach across the political divide. Talk to someone of another economic class. Have a coffee with another color-collar worker. We spend our time and energy trying to convince other people that our story is as valid as the other, while not hearing the sincerity and authenticity of that story. It is not a zero sum game.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Snow and Cold

Winter came early this year.  Many people are complaining about it.  One thing I have learned is that complaining just makes it worse.  It makes more sense for me to simply get out and deal with it.  Boots, warm gloves, hat, scarf and an appropriate jacket.  I live in Minnesota, so I have many jackets.  Warm weather, rain gear, dry and snowy, wet snow, dreadful cold.  Each of these can be supplemented with a sweater or some other kind of layer.  Once I get outside I am usually fine.  I like hearing/feeling the sound of boots on snow or ice - listen some time when you are out.  I focus on breathing - through my nose to warm the air entering my lungs.  I like the chilling breeze on my exposed cheeks.   I love the sensation of being able to be outside in the cold without it being a challenge.  I like the muffled quietness.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Music

Music has a remarkable way of transporting people through and across time.  You hear that song from high school or college and you can be momentarily carried away in the mood and mindset of that time.  Sometimes it is really great to visit memory lane.

Other times music can be healing, transformative or a transmitter or facilitator for difficult emotions.  I have been listening to old rhythm and blues on Pandora.  Mostly Gladys Knight and the Pips, Teddy Pendergrass, The O'Jays, interspersed with Chicago and Michael McDonald.  Those old songs told stories of love and lust, hurt and trust, right and rights, wrongs and longings.  Have a listen to some songs on your favorite streaming station.  Listen to the words.  Hear the desire to connect.  The devastation of being vanquished from one's life.  Hear the joy of being in love, and loving someone.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

KaBoom

The beautiful autumn I anticipated is starting to come to a dramatic close.  The yellows are so brilliant right now with the sunny days we have had.  I have spent lots of time walking and immersing myself in this splendor of color and testament to a full life.  Seasons exist for a reason - one is to simply appreciate differences.  Each of these seasons has beauty.  If you are always comparing Spring to Autumn you are likely to not enjoy the special qualities of either.

Things did not work out for me and the lovely lady.  I was hurt.  I was desolate for a some time, too, trying to figure out what happened...what I did wrong.  I may never know, but I can't stop living just because this one individual rejected me.

I could write about what she is going to be missing.  That would not really make me feel better.  I wanted her to hurt like I did for a while, but I let that go, too.  No reason to engulf myself in pity and miss out on all the rest that life has to offer.  There is plenty of beauty and happiness to go around.  I have to leave myself open to recognizing it and then allowing myself to experience it.



Pop Up Performance

Saturday afternoon was a beautiful time in Minneapolis.  The weather seems to be slightly warmer than normal and there was a gentle fall breeze.  Earlier in the week I had received notice of a Pop Up performance - Drum and Dance - at the Capri theater.  I was tired already after a full day of work, running back and forth with coffee and copies and making sure everyone was taken care of at the Foster Parent training session, but this Pop Up looked like fun.

It was.  It was just starting when I pulled into the neighborhood and I could hear the beat of the drums.  Mostly youth playing and college age kids.  Adults scattered around the Capri plaza area, with a table in corner with food - Sambusas from Safari Express.  Someone had also made some cake.  There was something to drink.  Here are a couple of images.  Sometimes you have to be willing to break your routine to find a few moments of joy or happiness.




Thursday, October 23, 2014

Enough

We keep talking about the government as if it is an entity that we don't know. We fund the government and choose the government we want. The current administration has taken an active role in protecting our borders. Perhaps if we think about the kinds of resources we need to curb the flow of terrorists and border crossings, we can think about how we can best allocate dwindling resources. 

Too often I hear people pick one issue to develop an opinion about a political process. If the administration is to blame, we all share in it. We nitpick, we refuse to get the work done, we spend our limited time and resources making mountains out of molehills. We have chosen to make politics into a win-lose proposition and every election is viewed as a mandate for the next swing in the increasing arc pendulum. 

If a family were as dysfunctional as the elected/appointed representatives we would imagine how remarkably unhappy the children and partners would be. Too many miserable families make up a poorly functioning community. Too many unhealthy communities means more and increasingly more dysfunction as we climb the community ladder - city, county/parish, state, nation. 

I imagine my parents are watching us and hoping we can find a way to right this vessel. Stop the incessant bickering and get back to being productive and happy citizens. It is a struggle we will always have, but we can do it better than we have in the past two or so decades. We all have to make some adjustments, each and every one of us. 

It isn't a Christian vs non-Christian issue. It is not a liberal vs progressive vs conservative vs moderates vs independents issue. It is not Occupy Wall Street "nihilists" vs capitalists vs Randian capitalists vs socialists. It isn't black vs white vs Latino vs Asian vs Native issue. 

It is the future of the United States of America issue. Who do we want to be? Not who we were 100 or 200 hundred years ago, but who we are today and who we want to be tomorrow. Together or balkanized into separate continuously warring fiefdoms/caliphates/regions.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Nothing At All

I am still trying to wrap my head
around this recent situation

I think I could accept
her reasons if I heard them.

My mind wanders into all kinds of places
Searching for puzzle pieces
in the dark and murky waters
of despair and sorrow.

It has me reconsidering my dream
Maybe I am not ready for more
I know that I want to try
But that may not be enough

In the endless chasm of fault
I am looking only at my self
Hoping to take my dented heart
Off the safe and dusty shelf

Echoed promises
Patient with hope
Work and life dull
Sleep is but momentary escape

Cryptic missives
Silences augurs injuries
Already perceived
Mind tricks, life sticks

Monday, October 13, 2014

Whiplash

Ring, ring, the telephone rings...Dad, a sadness in the voice on the other end.  I just need to talk for a couple of minutes.  Are you coming into the store this morning?  Yes, I will be there momentarily.  Put my aching heart back into the protective case and open the corner zipper so that I can feel something.  I am scared; I am angry; I am frustrated; how can I help?  Just listen and help me think of a plan to deal with this.  One of my friends suggested we put the rules into writing.  What a great idea, I say!

Back home from the dog park and the phone rings.  Your child is having a crisis and I need your help right away.  Be right over.  Please get up and out of bed so that you can get to school on time.  I am not going this child says.  School doesn't matter and I am not learning anything there anyway.  Please tell us what is bothering you.  Silence...more silence and then an angry gush of emotion and hurt coming cascading from this child's mouth.  We were not successful in getting him to school on time.

I rush to DT office to drop off  PROJECTOR for work.  I get there and realize I left it in the storage closet in the training room.  No one has specifically asked for this projector though and since I am feeling barraged and overwhelmed with just the morning's events, I simply turn and go home.

Ring, ring, ring...what's wrong with your child?  This child scared the dog and is screaming something about how he "...hate the bitch"!  I will be back shortly and this child's mother is en route to deliver this child to school.

Peace while I write.  I pen a quick text to one and try to avoid looking at the possibility of a response.  I should not anticipate any response any how.

Breathe...breathe...breathe!

Sunday, October 12, 2014

KaSi

Every time you unlock the kevlar vest around your heart you risk having someone look for the opening.  I knew all along it was a possibility, but I had not anticipated that it would be like this.  Instant connection and promises of something.  Just as quickly as it started, it came racing to an unanticipated and abrupt end, marred by an incredibly confusing text message.  Stunned I have asked why and have heard that "...it's not me..." and that an actual phone call would be forthcoming...but that was two weeks ago.  I have to let go and move along, as there is nothing to see here.  No wreckage or damage that others need to gawk at.  No visible scars; no tears, no harm and no foul.

Letting go when I don't know why makes it awful.  But in order for me to do better I have to simply assume the worst and forgive.  I can use this feeling to be so careful in the future while I try to be genuine and open while still zipping up that kevlar vest again.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Sometime

Sometimes your heart wants what your head tells you not

Others the spirit questions and whispers to you no!

Time and again, we get out of synchronization

Pulled this way and pushed that way by familiar sensations

Comfort, temptation, nurture, sleep, privations

All nudge and push and pull us so

Whispering promises not ready to keep

Listen with your ears...see with your eyes

Feel with your heart

Let go







Thursday, October 09, 2014

Training Day

I know that it is work, because when I finish the presentation I am drained.  It is not a simple stand in front of people and give them statistics and helpful hints.  It is an informed dialogue to help prepare them for the realities of relative foster care and more often than not permanent relative care.

But I love to see the degrees of acceptance and recognition when they are acknowledged as a crucial and very important part of a team process.  Many are doing this love-work because they can't bear to see children displaced and separated from families.  For many African-Americans and Native-Americans this has historical roots in slavery or boarding school placements.

Hooray to the new group of foster parents working with us to secure a better future for the children.

Tuesday, October 07, 2014

Be Impeccable with Your Word

http://www.toltecspirit.com/four-agreements/impeccable-word/

The first and most profound of don Miguel’s Four Agreements is Be Impeccable with Your Word. While this seems fairly straight forward it takes on many subtle and profound aspects as you begin to practice. Very simply to be impeccable with your Word is to use your Word in the direction of love and truth. It’s not as simple as it sounds.
Sounds easy, but living this is a challenge.  

Change

As summer splashes into autumn
And the leaves dry and krinkly are crushed under boots 
As the days shorten and cool
While nights envelope us in her favorite tool
I think of you and laughter and dancing eyes
Lilted voices and casual strolls through those krinkled leaves
Minutes melting into hours
Phone calls crossing nebulae
Light bending while sound warps into joy
Hearts laughing and open filling with glee
Fear at bay for now

Monday, October 06, 2014

Hope

There is a certain irony in how quickly life can change.  One day everything is OK and it is full steam ahead.  The next is a day of uncertainty and sudden change of heart.  We have all experienced it.  It leaves devastation in the wake of sadness, remorse, hope, despair.

notes

I deactivated my Facebook page recently.  I did not delete it.  I simply needed a break from hostility and conflict. I chose to take care of myself because being around negative people is not healthy for me.  I don't usually fend it off well.  But in my haste to escape I forgot that I have posted some of my best creative writing in the notes section.  I am going to copy them over the next few days and leave them here.

Change  July 6


Yesterday is something we have to define for ourselves.
My list looks like this:
consumerism
unabashed use of fossil fuels
resistance to change
hurt and anger that does not motivate me to be better
old ideas that have not survived the tests of time
callousness
statism...
political partisanship...

I can envision a better tomorrow:
cooperation
forgiveness
patience
justice...


Some of the changes take time and thoughtfulness, but maybe cooperation can invigorate the process. It is a journey not an event. 

Sunday, October 05, 2014

Quiet Sunday

The boy is sniffly and sneezy.  He is passed out on the couch because he doesn't want to miss any of the football games that he is pretending to watch.  It's OK with me though, because it has given me time to make a tasty shepherd's pie and to finish off a couple loads of laundry, too.  I have already logged about 5 miles walking both dogs twice today.  Probably have to go out one more time.
J has not decided about the next step at this time.  Surprise, surprise.

Saturday, October 04, 2014

People Can Be Funny!

It's Saturday morning and I am sitting here at the computer writing my thoughts before they are buried under the to-do list of things I hope to accomplish today.

While walking the dogs this morning I thought about the little things that don't seem to fit into the budget anymore - Fast food; soda; movies; cable TV.  I guess that there are budgets similar to mine. Shrunken over time with only less-than-adequate raises while we watch the prices of so many things rise.  I am not sorry that there is no cable; I don't miss having a liter of Coke or Ginger Ale sitting on top of the refrigerator.  I have found many other things to do instead of sit and watch cable TV.  I was never a "Reality TV" watcher.  I don't know about any of the many "Housewives..." and I am already a "Survivor" of every day here.  With all the prying and spying our government is doing "Big Brother" is much too relevant for me to be distracted by "The Voice" and "Dancing with the Stars".

I think the capitalist machine is working exactly like people want to see it work.  We can create a new generation of serfs and fiefdoms for the overlords to "protect" from the socialists and heathens.  I think the problem is that this time the infidels are being armed as well as the crusaders.

The spin machine tells the general population just enough to keep them afraid and under control and to create enough despair of "others" who are trying to steal what little you have so righteously earned.

Keep watching what the neighbor is doing.  Make sure you are aware of how he obtained something because of affirmative action or welfare.  Be sure to note the abuses of the social insurance programs created for the masses.  But do not watch what the man behind the curtain is doing to unravel a great society.  Ignore information from people who don't look like you who talk about abuses within the institutions created - work, religion, housing, entertainment and sports.  Scream about socialized health care and applaud the mandatory automobile insurance coverage.  When your employer lays off your hard working co-workers you are reminded of how bloated the civil service process is - while you wait in a long line to get your marriage license or unemployment check.

Friday, October 03, 2014

No Guts, No Glory

People forget that they sometimes have to advocate for themselves.  In the past two days I have shared so much with people close to me.  But being an advocate means that I had to know what it was that I want.  And after making that decision I had to take a chance and speak up for myself.  So hard, because it would have been easier to just be a dumped person or a loser.


Wednesday, October 01, 2014

No Joy Today

It has been very hard lately to connect with people in my family.

My son is in his own little iPhone music-secluded world.

My daughter is trying to live on her own, but always seems to be in need of something.

My wife...that's a story.  But it is for another day.

I am struggling right now to do what I know are the right things. I am tired of caring and wanting to be there for others.  I am sad because I just feel like an open wallet or the doorman at my house.  Cook, dishwasher, laundry boss, janitor would all fit into this nicely as well.  I can't seem to find much energy for people outside either, because the world is a fractured and divided place.  Republicans and Democrats spend their time convincing the base of the party that the other is destroying our country.  Blacks
don't like Whites.  No one likes the Mexicans.  We have completely forgotten about the Native Americans.  As long as the Asians stay quiet, do well in school and build better things for us, we are OK with them.

I really just want to leave this all behind me and stay in an off-the-grid solar, wind, and energy efficient home where I can stare out at majestic scenery all day, cook myself organic and healthy meals and walk through that scenery to remind myself that it does not have to be the way I feel inside.  I know that there is beauty and with beauty comes ugliness.  I know there is kindness and the converse of that is meanness. I know many generous and giving people who more than make up for the greed and stinginess I see daily.  I have to spend more time with these creators of harmony, peace and joy.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Lines + Shadows + Spaces

I have been staring at this white space for many hours this day, trying to take images from my head and translate them into cogent thoughts that can be expressed in language.  I think that sometimes the images are so raw, so poignant, that the images and symbols defy simple translation.  Much like an unfamiliar language the images convey no meaning.  Even if I were able to identify specific characters in the symbology, connecting them to a translator process might not give me the meaning of those complex communications.

I think that we often agree on symbolic representations as an approximation for common understanding.  When we experience stress (distress more than eustress) the essence of that common understanding unravels.  The internal experience of the individual is not satisfied with the more simple agreed upon comprehension.  This is my struggle today.  How do I communicate my sense of hopelessness and despair to those around me?  How do I share my sense of disconnectedness from everyone and everything?  Language does not suffice.


Monday, September 29, 2014

Escape

Sometimes you look back at your life and wonder just how you survived.
The pain
The loneliness
The frustrations
The sadness and the anger

How you survived is by keeping perspective on all things.
The pain was there as notice that whatever brought the pain was not meant to be
The loneliness was an indicator that these were not friends
The sadness is an expression of your disappointment
The anger your reaction to something that you know is not right.



Be grateful!

It is often the little things in life that bring us the most joy.

A smile, a kindness...remember and seek those people and places.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Stirred and Ground

I took the dog out for a walk this morning.  We bumped into at least one person I have worked with in the past life.  She asked about me and I shared briefly my escape back into genuineness.  I sat on the porch this morning and watched the neighbors and birds, and squirrels come to life.  While I sat I listened to Pandora - Melody Gardot station.  Artists that appeared:
Etta James
Melody Gardot
Renee Olstead (new to me)
Esperanza Spalding

Some bossa nova, some French-language songs.

As summer splashes into autumn
And the leaves dry and krinkly are crushed under boots 
As the days shorten and cool
While nights envelope us in her favorite tool
I think of you and laughter and dancing eyes
Lilted voices and casual strolls through krinkled leaves
Minutes melting into hours
Phone calls crossing nebulae
Light bending while sound warps into joy 
Hearts laughing and open filling with glee

Fear at bay for now  



Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Forget Me Not...

Things to think about:

We have promised that we will never forget 9/11/2001.  We have grave associations with what happened and what could have happened to us as a nation on that day.  Apparently it is significant because our period of inviability ended.

We as a nation caution people of color to not focus on 1) The Trail of Tears 2) Slavery 3) illegal encampment of Japanese ancestry citizens.  There are more, but I think you will get the point.

Daily I read, hear or somehow get information about what a great race neutral country we livc in, but for the few malcontents who attempt to inject race and the horrible effects of systemic and institutionalized racism into the national discussions.

Some of us (people of color) are tired of being an asterisk in the discussion about success, race, wealth and poverty.  Some of us are frustrated that even as we change the dialogues and conversations about race, achievement, success, equality and freedom that it is inverted and the focus becomes on what has not been done.

Some people of color are tired of every discussion devolving into a black versus white issue, simply ignoring that Asians, Hispanic (of all "races"), and Native/Indigenous people are not part of the dialogue and are of no consequence to the outcome.

Some people see the interconnectedness of ageism, sexism, ableism, genderism as signs of an important unified struggle for freedom - not for one group, but for all people.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Symbolina

Sometimes in your life you will think you are done with something.  But you should remember that evil does exist in the world and when we rest for a moment, when we simply choose to move on, that evil conspires to make us miserable.  Just such a moment recently occurred in my life.  Just when I thought we had successfully negotiated the death of my parents, my sister deep charges another missive.  I have to assume that she hoped to catch some of us off balance with her wacky and inappropriate request. The gist is she is claiming that she has paid the mortgage and expenses and wants to sell the house now.  No discussion amongst the siblings; just her decision.  Since she is in charge she is giving us only few days to claim what we want from the house by 9/27; just a bit more than a week.  I don't trust her and I think she has ulterior motives.  That is all.

Ying Yang

I am out walking Dasher this morning.  The air is crisp.  The light is dim.  There are few people in the streets.  I am thinking about recent events and changes in my life.  Then it hits me.  Once again, just as I think that it is done, that I am ready to move on, I realize that I can't skip this piece.  It is something that simply has to be done.  I can wince and wail.  I can pretend and I can feign completion, but that will not make it so.


In order for me to be done with this last relationship, I have to take the risk of being in the next one.  I have to be vulnerable to being loved and hurt again.  I am not sure that it means I have to love someone, simply that I have to be willing to experience the pain I have hidden myself from.  The ying and the yang of life.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Dungy Report?

I am wondering if all the media attention on Ray Rice and Adrian Peterson is a distraction in the NFL.   What do you think?  I know that a coach I had much respect for ventured out on a figurative limb when he commented on Michael Sams involvement with the NFL.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Every Day!

It is a cold, bright winter morning. I have walked the dog, strolled around the neighborhood and looked at dried and crumpled leaves in the beautiful sunlight. Some days that is the best you might ask for. Yesterday I had the opportunity to just hang out with my 19 year old. We talked while I drove to pick up photos for an event at the high school for the basketball team. She shared a bit of her soul and her fears. We talked about that, and I had my say, whether she takes my advice or not. What is important is that I was there for her. We just never know the impact we have on another's life. Still do what you know is right, and they will see your example as a guide.