Why The Lonely Have Forgotten (How)To Weep


By

Little Warrior

There used to be a time when people had—

C o n v e r s a t i o n s.

(face 2 face)

There used to be a time when men and women

En-gaged with each other.

(in public places)

(shhh…tell no one…)

where men would notice women

and make chivalrous gestures.

There used to be a time when women would

En-gage with men

(and let them

do-nice-things-for-them)

There used to be a time when

Men did nice-things for women…

(just-because)

there used to be perfumed,

Handwritten notes to Certain Some-One Special’s and

an-tic-i-pa-ted responses…

There used to be Fallen Hankies

And carefully returned

Leather Gloves!

It was not so long ago when we expressed these Used-To-Be gestures of

Love

Of

Kindness

Of

De-cen-cy.

Now we hide behind technology—our cellular Veils to Reality.

We hide behind digital affection

So we do not need to

F e e l—R.E.A.L.

So easy is this life of technological and cyber sterility.

No real disappointment.

(or a disappointment that others can see?)

no real

affection.

No real

Love

No real

L i f e.

What is this

New “thing” we are now “feeling”?

(or not?)

It is most clearly

That which is not—Life .

It is but of course(!) that which is not—A l i v e….

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Thanksgiving and the Certainty of Impermanence

While driving to work the other day and eating Cookies’n Cream Pop Tarts, Pachelbel’s Canon serenaded me through the beautiful streets, laden with freshly fallen jewel toned leaves, in burnt crimson and gold.  The trees are now so bare that there is no excuse to not notice the magnificence of the skies of our every days!

(Junk food and classical music always stirs up some introspective thoughts in me.)

Beethoven (and Mozart) reminds me how, through their brilliant compositions to see into music with more than one landscape to our lives.   (Sometimes too much introspection…)  Actually, Thanksgiving is the perfect time to look inside of ourselves, in between the turkey and stuffing and Company to discover how we really feel about the significant people in our lives:  does the company we keep make us feel loved?  Are we truly happy or do we repeatedly attempt to buy happiness with the material “things” of this world? Are the memories captured in our photographs an honest and loving representation-of-the-events-of-our-lives?  Do we have joy each and every day either from others or from ourselves?   Are we celebrating our Thanksgiving with individuals—families that do not enhance and nurture us? (Do we even care about that last question? Or is it just easier to eat turkey and pay no mind to what and whom we do not like?) Are we really sad but cover up that sadness with a nice, extra heap of stuffing with gravy or some pie that is the farthest thing from humbling?


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Holidays are hidden opportunities for us to see into our lives and loves and to discover what is not working, what we enjoy and are happy with and to remember: there are opportunities in holidays because we are in a state of “pause” and “rest” from the routine of our lives. If we are smart we will see into those pauses and reprieves and take note…

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When we place our attention in the moment and recognize how each breath we take, every word we utter has value and every furtive glance we cast on another is filled with love (!) then the holidays, the company, and yes, even the food, becomes heavenly, holy days that we treasure as if we are spending our time, here on earth—in heaven.  I don’t know how many people see life this way, but for me,  this perspective far surpasses the fantasies and illusions that the marketing industry and the world of media promotes for  what it thinks  holidays should represent in this country.

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The holidays, the memories, the relationships come and go, no matter how we may try or believe that what and all we think is permanent, is more of a-fleetingness than anything else. Life is change, whether we like it or not and when we embrace change—no matter its unexpected unpleasant-ries, we are far more grounded in this world than those individuals who try to resist the inevitability of impermanence and prefer to reside in the rote stagnation of their lives.

The major holidays are here, right now, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s.  These are the holiday’s that bring family, friends (and some foes) together to celebrate the Events of Our Lives over the past year.  We gather together to break bread, converse about politics, t.v. shows, loved ones we may have lost, changes that our lives have unexpectedly presented us with and possibly the hopes and dreams we have for ourselves and each other in the forthcoming New Year.

This time of year, if we take a moment away from the hurried-ness of the superficiality and festivities or our “family” and our daily routines, we can accept the moments and passages of life for what they are:  experiences that come and experiences that go and not get caught up in the frivolities.

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays, (I have two).  It is a day when we give thanks for the things  (and people) we have in our life and that we are still here on earth to give thanks for that!

Since I am divorced several years now, every day is Thanksgiving to me.  I am grateful that on holidays I do not have to go through the e-motion-less feelings and forced expressions of pseudo joy and delight with individuals that are no longer related to me by heritage or circumstance…

*     I am grateful that while this is still a man’s world I have managed to hang on to the part of their world that belongs to me (!) and survive without one of them to help raise my children! Men are wonderful creatures when kept in the proper perspective and not clung to in order to sustain oneself Uprightly in society!

* I am grateful for the three amazing children that I have and the incredible adults they are turning into!

* I am grateful that I do not live in Ghana and that my drinking water is as clear as my mind!

* I am grateful that I think for myself and that being autonomous in the world far surpasses any Thing, Possession or Relationship. It-is-the-greatest Joy (next to love…)

*   I am grateful for all the wonderful friends and strangers who come into my life on a daily basis and tell me about the little things in their lives that give their life great meaning.

*      And, lastly, I am grateful for Y.O.U., the One, for many years now who has shown me (every day)  every-thing magical and wonder-filled about this place of Horror and Wonder. Thank you for your honesty, integrity, love and compassion…


They come, they come, they come—these holidays and holy days whether we are ready for them or not. They come—even when we no longer believe in them…They come, just like love–  They leave, just like love, until we believe in them and love, once again!

So, when that Clock is about to strike 12 and that noon train is approaching around the bend; the tracks are laden with golden bricks pointing in a Direction and your life is asking you:  Decide, Decide, Decide…who are you going to listen to?  Your heart or your mind? Will you celebrate if you no longer believe? In the event? In the person?

(only time will tell…)

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Sunday, October 10, 2010, Thought For The Day

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Hunger & The Handbag…

There is something about hunger that gives one the authority to act a little crazy, or, let me rephrase this: When one is hungry they act crazy with clarity and I was hungry when I wrote this post.

It is almost a year since I have been Retelling Retail. This part-time position at selling handbags, has afforded me the opportunity to see men and women in a fashionable and trendy new way. While selling leather goods and accessories I am completely immersed in the adventure of assisting individuals with the finer dilemmas of life—the struggle to find the right some-thing, to brighten their day; savvy and sharpen up their tired wardrobes; purchase a nice something-or-other to impress their friends when they are out on a Friday night and last, but not least—to help hide or disguise their more-than-one-shoe box and hand bag purchases from their husbands. (Yes, hubbies it is true! Your loving and trusting wives are lying to you! But if they are lying to you, could you, would you, are you, lying to them?)

And when I hand write the thank you notes to my customers at the end of every shift, I sincerely mean every word that I think and every word that I write to them. My notes always begin with, “it has been a pleasure helping you…” It is always a delight to help others, even the ones who come in with some discord in their demeanor or a boulder on their shoulder, there is always something one can say to help brighten someone else’s day. There is always an opportunity to make someone—laugh. We have customers who continually come into the store chatting away on their cell phones, brushing their hands against the “goods”, all the while not even noticing that you exist, let alone that you kindly and politely welcomed them into the store.

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When a woman comes in to buy something for herself it seems to make her feel that all of her efforts with her roles in life are validated. Whether she is a stay-at-home-mom, career woman or just a professional shopper, it is always a pleasure to help someone with the finer dilemmas of life. After all, we are selling handbags, we are not struggling nurses and doctors in the ICU or ER of a hospital, trying to help people hold onto their lives or the lives of loved ones—we are assisting mostly women with their shopping excursions and “needs”. We are accessorizing and selling accouterments that will enhance the experiences of our customers who find themselves in a conundrum over what-looks-and-feels—best! The perspective is easy: If people are shopping for things to decorate their external world, it should not be a chore for the customer or the sales associate.


Yet it sometimes is.

The store is reminiscent of a large and cozy stage if one has any imagination at all to envision it that way and on this stage we have a very colorful cast of characters. Some are funny. Some are droll and some have no personality—at all… There are the Subtle Grumpy’s too, they roll their eyes, make questionable facial contortions when they want to talk about another employee, (I always found this tactic and clever form of manipulation interesting. I have former relatives with whom I have seen do this when wanting to create doubt in how someone viewed a mutual acquaintance or relative—or even me! When someone wants to get a secretive message out about how they adversely feel towards another, they can easily do so by stretching and pulling certain facial muscles; ( raising eyebrows is a real giveaway as well as bulging eyeballs.) A distinctive throwing back of their head or a shifting of it from side to side, along with some very animated negative body language, often creates doubt from our original opinion of another. My experience is that it is always best to trust yourself and your own encounters with someone—then there is no real need to question the trust of anyone …


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Every several weeks the entire cast of The Lion King shows up to redecorate the mannequins and rooms with colorful, new and exciting product. Just to see newness makes you want to buy one of every-thing! These animated characters prance and dance around the store with their pirouettes as if they are searching in a tangled jungle for their very own Pride Land, only they must have forgotten the lyrics to the song, “We Are One”, for they not only forgot to bring Mufasa and young Simba along, but they act as though they have a better dressed and more talented God than we do and (!) that their God is separate from ours!


(How does self-importance get born anyway? Are these Window Dressers and employees of this large corporation that is supposed to be founded on integrity and honesty (and not self-importance) aware that there is an entire world out there separate from their egos?)


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“A good manager is a (man) who isn’t worried about his own career but rather the career of those who work for him.”

H.S.M Burns


Then we have the main actors in the play: Management; the formally trained dancers and singers and comedians! Personally, I have seen everyone from associate to manager do a little jig on the floor and hum or actually attempt to sing the songs on the repetitive store music track. I have yet to follow suit, as I know better: I cannot dance and I cannot sing but my imagination can create a tune or two…with a twist of a word and a stretching of a vowel, I can even rhyme! But if I were to sing and dance on the shopping-mall-store- floor, what would I sing and dance to?


“Management is efficiency climbing the ladder of success; leadership determines whether the ladder is leaning against the right wall.”

Stephen R. Covey


The challenge for upper management is to not give total authority to the chattering and opinions of the staff or for sake of this article, “the extras in the play” no matter the hierarchy of any one given employee. Upper management must be able to discern, based on some of their own observations and hands on experiences, what is good, true and false with any particular situation or person. This is where superiors must have a keen acumen in order to trust their own insight and personal involvement with their staff. However, it is not always possible to be physically present, thus there is fertile ground for misinterpretation, misdirection and misguidance. This is how the seeds of chaos in the workplace are planted and little or inconsistent productivity prevails.


Sometimes the best way to manage a team is to simply watch and observe what is going on back stage: “Point the finger! Point the finger! Point the finger! And pass the buck while you’re at it! Put the light on her and pull the curtain away from him…”


(This is what you will hear when managers do not lead.)


“The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception,

the one who lies with sincerity.”

Andre Gide


One of my favorite quotes is from Socrates, “A lie never lives to be old.” But as I have seen from adventures with people in my own life, that the cover up of a lie can last a lifetime. The true hypocrite is not the uncommon man, rather he or she is quite common. Most of us experience these individuals in all of our relationships, work, as well as in our families and personal friendships. Anyone who has ever been in a sales position or a corporate role knows to watch out for the one who seems to be everybody’s “pal”. In every place of businesses there is The Information Gatherer; the most interested in your life and what makes you tick. We all know the lie in the eyes of the one who takes the sale from their co-workers and offers to “put it through” in their name.  However, often the individual who sold the merchandise is not always the person who gets the credit for the sale as the clever cashier manages to switch the sale to their name.  The birth of competition is unfortunate. A key component in successful selling must have a respectable level of integrity.  When employees do not possess moral uprightness, how can the company?   One should be interested in the success of oneself in how they grow according to one’s own personal goals.  However, in the real world,  corporations foster competition, whether you receive commission or not. Brownie Points are given at all levels of employment and the bottom line is always about how much was earned, won or–lost...(or sometimes, stole.)


Yet I wonder: What would it take if we all, for a moment looked into the person we were working with, and rather than find their flaws or inadequacies or our competition, we saw how they were feeling? What if we could connect with them on a deep and sincere level and not need to pocket their information for some future selling opportunity or motive? What if we could take a moment and empathize, validate, nurture and then carry on with our day of selling goods? We would then form a bond with our fellow humans/co-workers rather than the toxic and festering pecking at anyone. When we try to bring one down we end up bringing down the entire cast and when that happens? Tomatoes! Tomatoes! Tomatoes and Pie in the face for everyone!


This is why the world is filled with little Darwinites, in every field and profession, or sea scavengers — Baby Adults trying to survive by casting a brighter light on themselves rather than sharing the sun with their fellow human being or co-worker.


I am always impressed with the associate or manager who is so subtly condescending in their appearance to guide employees, as they secretly and sneakily hide behind a mask of “helpful assistance” like a kindergartner trying to look good in front of their teacher for extra teacher’s-pet-points. Always they appear to the audience that they are “doing a job well done” always looking for the sound of the audience applauding for him/her, especially when others are watching…Even these tactics, which do not go unnoticed by me are harmless. I chuckle under my breath and carry on with my day knowing that eventually, the curtain will close and the lights will go out and everyone will go home to their other worlds and lives and all the misinterpretations and misunderstandings of the day will be exactly that: misinterpretations and misunderstandings. Yet for the rare few who truly lead and manage, they will see things as they are and guide the others accordingly, without the need for applause or fanfare. For anyone who has ever been in a successful leadership position knows the euphoria of guiding others to achievements and successes over and above their own desires and dreams.


“If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more

and become more, you are a leader.”

John Quincy Adams


In my own life I have witnessed for many years the Boo Who’ers of the world. Individuals, relatives who willingly offer to crash down on your happiness and enthusiasm for your dreams. Have you noticed? The Dreamers are the happy ones! They are the helpers during the hurricanes and tornados! The Dreamers support the Dreams of others. (Remember? Wasn’t that little Miss. Dorothy who ran away in the eye of the storm, chasing a rainbow and some dream? And all turned out OK for Dorothy and her three friends! And it can for you too!)


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At some point in all of our lives we are given opportunities to take our place on the Stage of Life, center enter We and it is in this grateful moment where we have the blessed opportunity to make, not only ourselves shine like the brightest star in the sky, but to also show others that the Stage, as well as the unlimited sky and countless stars—belongs to them too! There is no competition for space, for the sky is as vast as our hearts will allow it to be. There is room for us all and when we feel this—know this, we see, without effort how we are all a great big part of some wonderful and wonder-filled Opportunity to not miss. That opportunity is—life.


And what does this long-winded piece have to do with hunger and the handbag? Hunger brings clarity. Ask anyone who has been hungry. They see things with an empty stomach and with an empty stomach your mind has not time and no-thing in it to get in its way to see things as they truly are. And for all of you who do not know what I am talking about? Try it some time. Go into a gourmet shop, on an empty stomach and no credit cards or cash. If you are thirsty—all the better! If you do not leave with some extra clarity in your back pocket, repeat this little adventure until some-thing clicks in your mind or better yet, repeat this action until all clicking is absent!


And if I ever join in the singing and dancing on the mall, store center room floor, with my handbag friends, what would I like to sing and dance to? In my best Rafiki voice, I would roar,

“On the day we arrived on this planet and blinking step into the sun,

there is more to see than can ever be seen or to do or then can ever be done,

there is far too much to take in here or to find that can ever be found

but the sun rolling high through the sapphire sky keeps the great and small on the endless round…

it’s the circle of life and it moves us all through faith and love till we find our place on the path unwinding—in the circle of life…”


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If we can all remember that The Stage of Life is all-of-ours we will hear a music so clear and inviting that we will want to be a part of that sound always. On the Stage of Life, we can find the best part of every one, every Story, every Play, every Musical and most importantly, when we look for the very best in others—there too we will discover how the Center of the Stage is where we all really are, to-ge-ther, leading and guiding each other to brighter days ahead…”


So, when that Clock is about to strike 12 and that noon train is approaching around the bend; the tracks are laden with golden bricks pointing in a Direction and your life is asking you:  Decide, Decide, Decide…what is true for you? who are you going to listen to?  Your heart or your mind?

(only time will tell…)

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Chocolate Body Paint & Darwin’sLoophole!

A woman and I were chatting the other day about love and her finding a significant other. She adamantly told me, “I don’t need my significant other to love me. If I want to feel loved, he can pay for me to have a massage or get me a dog to love me unconditionally…” Trying to understand where she was coming from, I curiously asked her, “How can you lie down with someone at night (or whenever) if you do not have a strong and affectionate bond with him?” She did not answer. Like many individuals I have encountered and discussed this topic with, seem to be “OK”, with the surface and sensory aspects of “love” and “image” as Relationship or even just as a way of r e l a t i n g.

Could this kind of existence be yet another aspect of Darwinism? Survival at any level is still survival? Can we consciously have sex with someone that we do not love or at least think that we love?…

(I have heard from many men that they do not have the issue of this question …)

I wonder if people who live this way of relating can be contented and present with the person that they are involved with, especially, sexually. The whole sexual act is altered when it lacks love. Personally, I would be very distracted to say the least, let alone be able to think about the “end result”. Maybe I would catch myself daydreaming and wonder if he would catch me daydreaming too! Maybe he wouldn’t care that I was lost in reverie about My Knight in Shining Armor and not present and intimate with him! If I was that woman, perhaps I would not be fantaticizing about anyone but rather, imagining some fantastic shopping event or my next, future purchase that I could make from the current sale

of my—s o u l…)

I have read that we choose mates and partners either like ourselves or individuals who propel us to grow, whether that is a positive growing experience or not, I think there is some truth to that. In this case, if the man chooses a woman who chose him to solely fill her sensory needs, there is a good chance that she is filling his sensory needs only and that neither one can experience intimacy. During an act that should be one of emotional bonding, in this case, this gentleman would likely be daydreaming too (!) about someone else (or perhaps—his In Box). He could also be fantaticizing about his next business deal that he would need to make in order to keep her in her shopping extravaganzas! After all, if there is no love, sex is just sex and fleeting at that. In a way it can be related to the high some people get when they shop. The purchase is exciting at first, but eventually the things we buy are no longer new and sooner or later the things that were once new are no longer so and  find their way to the bottom of our drawers or the back of our closet.

Do we not want more from our relationships that are supposed to be founded on intimacy?

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When individuals exist in relationship on the physical plane only, they end up treating each other with this “shopping” value system, which is actually a lack in valuing the individual. When love is present it is always reciprocated. There is no unrequited love. Love is love. It does not ask for reciprocity…

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I am the curious type. I wonder: How do people partner themselves up with images and bodies and incomes and then try to justify and reduce their hearts to being satisfied with the-things-of-this-world or that the affection of a dog can stand higher than intimate love from a human being?

What would Darwin say? Darwin should have had a theory to secure the well-being of the survival of our hearts. There should have been a loophole for people like myself. There should have been an escape button!

(oh yeah. There is: Faith and divorce!)

Sex is an interesting topic to discuss with people, but intimacy seems to be more fascinating and even too ambiguous for many to contemplate, let alone —to experience. If we could go beyond the surface of life, the image-and-things-of-our-days…perhaps we would discover that intimacy had little to do with sex but that sex, with intimacy is held in a higher regard than any sale, shopping event, massage or affectionate pooch!

But intimacy/love involves so much more risk and from what I see around me, people tend to be comfortable with partnering with the bodies of others, rather than with the sharing of their souls…and when two people give their soul to each other, they discover how intimacy is not as passing as a shopping spree or an hour long massage. The sharing of our souls lasts a lifetime. It is no shocking wonder why our country is filled with unhappy and tumultuous, possessive based relationships that are thought to be “love”. Intimacy involves risk and for many, bearing their soul makes them too vulnerable and that is far more frightening than the “immediate auctioning off” of their flesh.

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For those who are willing to join the flesh with the soul? Ahh now, there is a product out there called, Chocolate Body Paint and it is quite the yummy soulful experience when shared with the right two bodies and the right two minds…

It will take you to adventures and chocolate covered Lands you never knew existed. The perfect amount of calories enjoyed and spent. And when you return from That Place and That Destination of The Intimate and The Soulful —–the sensory world will never look the same again and will most assuredly pale in comparison to your new discovery of Intellectual Consummation. It is the best kept secret that only Underground Lovers and Rumi know exist.

Bon appétit!

Xxoo


So, when that Clock is about to strike 12 and that noon train is approaching around the bend; the tracks are laden with golden bricks pointing in a Direction and your life is asking you:  Decide, Decide, Decide…who are you going to listen to?  Your heart or your mind?

(only time will tell…)

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The Dream: To Get Along

(If we all dream the same dream, it will come true…)


If we let go of the past, new dreams can come true.

If we let go of the need to judge, we feel accepted.

If we don’t need to control, we feel more relaxed with uncertainty.

If we let go of our individual stories, we can appreciate the big story.

If we do not blame, (but understand) we begin in the present.

When we establish clear boundaries and are respectful of others, we understand how-we-do-not-need-to-take-things-personally.

When we listen patiently, thoughtfully and kindly, we hear what is being said and can respond, rather than react.

When we let go of the need to make someone wrong, we lose the need to be right.

When we validate another’s personal sorrow and loss we discover our compassion and empathy for them.

When we redefine a relationship, we sometimes redefine love.

When we forgive the past we find that the past had positive lessons in it for the present.

When we pause our apprehensions and suspend our doubts, we find safety in the moment.

When we remember: This Conversation is between you and I, not you and I and Others, then the dialogue stays pure.

We must all remember: There is no High Road for any of us to take. There is only The Road and it is made of tracks, laden with yellow bricks and-we-are-all-on-it—together.

We can all create our peace wherever there is discord when we are able to redefine who we are in each other’s lives and not need a relationship to be based on a history, society or any past conditioning.

With every Happy Ending there is always a New Beginning!

(so let’s start now…)

So, when that Clock is about to strike 12 and that noon train is approaching around the bend; the tracks are laden with golden bricks pointing in a Direction and your life is asking you: Decide, Decide, Decide…who are you going to listen to? Your heart or your mind?

(only time will tell…)

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That Noon Train…

My recent dating experiences have left me with the feeling of why I would never get married again–unless the person I considered marrying, cared that I

e x i s t e d and I would have to care that he existed too

Marriage, for the most part, is pretty archaic.   Very rare is the marriage that is founded on the non-traditional model of societal  hierarchy.  I have heard some women say,  “My husband cared that I existed when I met him. Maybe I am jaded but it never lasts…”  I have heard similar comments from men.

Yes, when we only consider our experiences in the world, our views can remain slanted, jaded and thus we do not keep ourselves open to all the beautiful relationships that are possible (or extricate ourselves from the ones that become impossible!)

When someone cares that you exist, they care that your essence exists. Perhaps many individuals refer to the “image” of the Other.   They  care about the image of the Other when they meet, marry and procreate.  How many couples do you think actually value the existence and essence of their partner?  And when two people care that the other exists?

That caring never changes.

It is the existence of Essence that matters and fills one’s heart up. But if one does not understand essence or existence, the value of  life and death, of course the caring/love will not last.  A question we might all ask ourselves:  Did the love ever exist?

To value another one must care that that person above all else in their world–is safe, well, happy and loved (always). It  has nothing at all to do with the Little You and your little wants.   How many people do you know who  understand that anything lies beyond their Little Self and their little wants…?

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It is no wonder that many of us end up with a Snidely Whiplash and and a Nell Fenwick.  Cartoon characters and unsavory ones at that! When individuals do not understand the need to value their own existence, take care of their needs and their happiness, they sometimes marry  dis-asters not knowing they did so, until it is too late.  There is no rebuilding or rehabilitating dis-asters.  Disasters  are like train-wrecks, you are lucky to escape and survive the rubble…

And when you do?  Best to be sure to not miss that Noon Train comin round the bend, on the Other Track– and just in the nick of Time!

(see you on that train!)

So, when that Clock is about to strike 12 and that noon train is approaching around the bend; the tracks are laden with golden bricks pointing in a Direction and your life is asking you:  Decide, Decide, Decide…who are you going to listen to?  Your heart or your mind?   (The Child or the Adult?)

(only time will tell…)

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Re-membering

…And When I Forget…


Will you re-mind Me

(gently?)

that I am

Loved.

And when I forget…

Will you remind me

Who- I -Am?

(who you are too?)

Again?

Will you tell me

The-Stories-of-my-past?

(with you.)

But will you tell me

gently?

Again(?)

The Stories of

Today.

Of

Now…

I know I’ve thought these thoughts before.

I think I’ve even said them too.

To you?

Before I forget,

Do you remember: did we have

The Conversation?

You know…

The-One-That-Matters.

The One of Love—of Life;

Please re-mind me…

every day that I forget:

We need to have That Conversation

Again.

(even without words.)

Until

TheEnd…

© 2010 by r.a. leslie All Rights Reserved.

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Ma Che Bella Me…

(This post is dedicated to the two of you…)

xx

On The Verge

of

A Song


Naked and bruised

And all torn up.

I am you

Trying on a pretty dress.

It flows with life

Not—death.

Wanting.

A nighttime sky

Blue, is the color of my dress.

(and it is long)

I think

I can feel it flowing, as I

Move

Slowly—back and forth.

I look down and I see its embroidered

Tiny-print-of

Lovely.

I think

(for a moment only)

to dance.

But my face looks down

Still.

unable to see

Me.

In the mirror—straight ahead

It challenges my heart

Always

With dread.

If I lift my eyes to see,

Who will my reflection

Be?

Perhaps

Her.

A nightmare

Staring back at

Me.

I lift my head;

Our eyes meet, for

The-first-time.

With my

Soul

I cover Her

And together

We are

Free.

On the verge of a song I hear

Me sing:

“It’s alright now. Okay to see…in the mirrior…

ma che bella me.

I am Beautiful…

Ma che bella me.”

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Is the Hand That’s Feeding You Worth By-ting?

(and the danger of satisfying the Monster’s appetites…)

How does it begin anyway? A baby bites the hand that feeds them, but what if it is more than that? And when you think about it: Why would anyone want to bite the hand that is feeding him or her? Unless…

What is behind the bite exactly? What if the person who is feeding you is also privately tormenting you, ever so subtly? First there is the hook: the tempting Tease of the dangling crumb or the promise of a good meal. Many of us know, oh too well the slow or never arriving—Follow-through. What must it be like to live every day, wondering if the hand that is feeding you will take the food away—again or maybe not even feed you at all? What is it like to continually have to face the very Monster that charms the world the moment he or she turns their threatening face away from you? The screaming obscenities, the endless and unwarranted ranting’s, the lies, the threats, the endless his-tri-on-ics and the scratching at your brain…for crumbs? (Could all of this really be my imagination? After all, to many, Monsters can be very charming and beautiful people and when you support and feed them, what happens? They grow…)

What is so very wrong with this seemingly common picture of the single mother or father waging the war of child-support and trying to care for his or her children, whole-heartedly? We try to maintain our sanity in a society and world that does not appear to value the well being of children, spiritually or physically. Even I have been reduced to text messages after several attempts at being ignored by my ex to help feed our three children over the years. Finally the text message that prompted him to take action and bring the children food shopping was a line from the movie, “Oliver”, repeated over and over and over again, only I didn’t sing it: food glorious food. (I wonder: did he think I was kidding? Do we ever ask for food if we really do not need it?) One relative sent me $100.00 and juice coupons over the past eight years with a card that read, “be sure to use this for food…” I felt like saying, “No, sweetie, I’m going to starve my kids and take your $100.00 to get a well needed and deserved massage…” At the same time, another relative was generous enough to allow me to work in their factory for a week with all non-English speaking employees, making sure that I got my equally allotted 45 minute lunch brake (and not a minute longer mind you—no nepotism here!) My fingers blistered from breaking cardboard boxes and I nearly suffocated from the whirlwinds of dust flying about the factory room. But (!) I became very familiar with the Mexican singer, Angeles Azules and the unforgettable sound of Mexican Rap!

And while there have been helping hands from some family, who really knows what they think or say about me or my children when we are not present…which is more often than not. It is not important to me, what other people’s opinions are, but it is important that the relationships I have with others is heart-felt. I have no doubt both families, his and mine would say that I am ungrateful and even acerbic—yes, that is so, but with good reason! Isn’t it the sarcasm with all comedians’ that makes us laugh and cry at the insanity of the truth? We either laugh at the horror of things in life or we will die crying.

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When it comes to our children, what is responsibility? What is love? If something were not our responsibility, financially or morally, would it then fall under the category of love? “That we love you is why we shall help take care of you…” And if it is love do we give differently? Unconditionally? Are there requirements for what justifies our children’s needs and do we have to rely on what the courts and society deem “basic” and if receiving those needs is actually our obligation? Do we draw a line as to when we stop giving and at what age? Is what we don’t give to “teach them a lesson or two?”

(Is love really tough? Who started that rumor anyway?)

“Better the Devil You Know?”

I never understood that phrase or how it originated until after I fled my marriage. When it became clear to me I thought: but why stay with any Monster? For fear that you will leave one to end up with another? Why not escape them all and live alone—harmoniously in the good and honest company of your—Self?! Why not?

Perhaps my story, though primitive in concept is your typical example of “you made your bed now lie in it!” “You left your Devil and we are not your Savior…” “We’ll throw you a raft, if you’re lucky and behave, but don’t expect us to help you to the other shore, kid, you’re-on-your-own…” One family might feel, “you married him…” and the other is angry that I divorced him. What does it matter in the end who was right or wrong and whose story was more believable or accurate? Memory can be subjective, even in my case, but words have always had a way of weaving a thread on my brain where even if I were to lose my mind, the words that have been spoken to me, good or bad some how linger, haunt and yes, even comfort too. I remember what was done and what was said.

“Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.”

Homer

So when the cupboards are bare and we must decide which bill to pay before we eat or ask ourselves if we really need ink for the printer or see a rare movie or possibly have a night out as a family, I am left with haunting memories. It is in those vulnerable moments when I remember so vividly the last scene of the movie, The Graduate. Dustin Hoffman in the balcony, clamoring on the glass wall in a church, calling out, “Elaine, Elaine, Elaine!” She is about to say, “I do.” at her wedding ceremony and all you hear is a deafening silence and all you see are the screaming, miserable faces of society, her parents, his parents, their “important” friends and all of their unimportant opinions, trying to send poor Elaine down a treacherous marital path with a man who “fits the bill” but does not fit her heart—and a man she inwardly can’t stand, but is “OK”—and Ben, beautiful, non-conformist Ben, just loves her and she secretly loves him, but doesn’t quite know it until she turns to face the crowded church filled with their families and society. In a blaze of Clarity she realizes that what she has been taught and fed all along was just lies, miserable lies. But society and family does not really support the right kind of truth or the right kind of love, they support conformity. They support the misery that loves its company…

This story so fittingly portrays our culture, our need to control, judge and be right. It reminds me of the words from family when I asked for help to feed my children seven years ago: “You don’t’ have the right attitude to be helped.” “I am indifferent to you and your children…tell them to work hard and get a good education…” “Go to a food bank and the Red Cross or join a church…” and when I merely needed a comforting word or two, maybe some sugar-coated Empathy and compassion, I got, “you’re not the only one doing this, you are not the only single mother out there…” Yeah, did I say I was? Didn’t people ever hear, “spread the love and the love will spread?” Give me a hug and I will pass it along, be mean to me and hopefully I will have the sense of mind to not copy your example for my children and others. Be unkind to me and remind me all that I strive not to be in life and the world.

Much of these examples were in response to a friend of mine suggesting that I email my family and ask them all to chip in for food every month to help feed my kids so I could maybe (?) get on my feet. At the time, seven years ago, I told them that it would only cost the same amount of a Starbucks coffee a day, but I guess that was too much to ask for or they just didn’t want to be bothered. As far as my ex’s family is concerned, they really didn’t get involved until recently, and they said, “if he had more he would give you double…” but that is not true. Actually, if I were in the road and he saw that no one was looking and he could get away with it he would run me over, again and again and again. That is the truth.

The majority of my pleading has been directed at the children’s father, which only gave him free reign and a continual opportunity to lash out at me and bark at me too. Yes that is true. Have you ever been barked at or howled at through a telephone? Still, nothing comes without explanations and constant waiting and asking over and over again before or if there is follow through. When you don’t have money, the linings of your pockets are always exposed for the Curious to see. When you have money: Hands are always in pocket. Maybe that is where the saying, “never show your hand…” came from?

One ex-relative wrote, “If that were me, I would sling hash for my kids…” Really? If they were in my situation they do not know what they would do. It is very likely that my life is unimaginable for some to even conceive of living for a day. That does not mean that my life is horrible, it means that for some, their words could not be backed up by action. It means that our lives are part choice and part circumstantial and with experience, hopefully we learn how to make wiser choices to better our circumstances if they are not so desirable.

We must all take responsibility for our lives (and the lives of our children) and I am no different from anyone else in that regard. However, I am presenting the challenge, which occurs when we make choices that are not aligned with a belief system that does not support us as individuals. This inquiry about coping as a single parent rose questions for me about what support is and where my responsibility lies with my children—every day, for many years now. It has been a whirlwind and I as many single parents as well as married couples do the best we can each day.

For anyone to say what they would do in anyone’s situation is probably what keeps so many people engrossed in media gossip and tabloid news. To say what we would do, is easy for it is not our reality. We can fantasize about all the things we would do if we were Walking in The Shoes of Others, because there is no need for follow through when we are just frolicking in our own imaginings…

“You have been beaten to earth? Well, well, well, what’s that? Come up with a smiling face. It’s nothing against you to fall down flat, but to lie there—that’s disgrace.”

Edmond Vance Cooke

I have wondered why things are they way they are, but in spite of all the Noise and the struggle to support my children, I am happy. (odd but true). I fall down every day. I pick myself up, every day. I have wondered if I damaged my Karma from a past life and that is why I was born into and married a family that are so far to the Right when I am so far to the Left—and my mother used to joke (?) “You were adopted…” Maybe she wasn’t kidding after all.

Perhaps there is a larger picture here and I am to see my life as the life of others and that my lesson is to take notice of all that I see around me and in some way be a voice of change, even if it is just in the way some people look at the situation of how single parents live, day to day. If there is little or no physical support, emotional or financial support how are these families to survive if not with the (loving) help of their families? What about the children? Why don’t we, as a society care about the happiness, spirit and well being of the children? (Or the mother and father?) The children and the families are our future. They are our hope. These children are the ones that will ultimately save or destroy our planet. Don’t we care? Doesn’t Joy matter? Doesn’t Happiness count? Is love and happiness just for the movies? Is that the only place we feel safe in feeling—love, with the lights out so no one can see the gaping holes in our hearts as the tears well up in our eyes at what we see on the large screen and what we do not have in our lives?

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We have a beautiful tri-color cavalier king charles spaniel, named, Baloo. I never make him beg for food and sometimes I even sneak him something really wonderful so he knows that life is not just about his hard little doggy pellets. All I ask from him is that he is polite and that he sits (and yes, sometimes at the table with our family). But I don’t make him bark for his food, I don’t request that he roll over, lie down, do tricks or cartwheels. I just ask that he be polite. He loves me to death and unconditionally. If he loves me because I feed him and for no other reason, so what? It works. We have a mutual respect for each other and he has never tried to bite me, unless, of course, I am trying to take something out of his mouth…hmmm.

So, when that Clock is about to strike 12 and that noon train is approaching around the bend; the tracks are laden with golden bricks pointing in a Direction and your life is asking you: Decide, Decide, Decide…what are you going to do, tell the truth or lie?

(only time will tell…)

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