6-23-08 Another new Monday

I notice that the way I stop journalling is not by stopping, but by dwindling off; letting the frequency fade.
The only time I kept somwhat steadily to my journal was the three years I spent exploring my spiri9tuality.  Of course, I haven’t finished.  I never will. 

I consciously stop myself, spending my time on “the 10,000 things.”  I rationalize that I can’t separate the ONE from the 10,000…unlike George Carlin who separated the 7 from the 100,000.  We will miss him – though he believed in the 7, not the ONE – Now he knows.

May 27, 2008 Summer?

Memorial Day has always ben considered the unofficial start of summer.  But can that be May 27 pr is it still June 1.  I get confused.  Are the pools open?

Anyhow, it’s back to work.  I’ve been really lazy these last few days – even ignoring this.  I’ve had my fill of old war movies and basketball.  PBS had an airing of Truman, starring Harry Truman, not Jim Carrey.  His maturation was extraordinary… particularly when you realize that the A-bomb was only the first of his critical decisions and he has grown large in history.  … larger when you contrast him with (shudder) Bush.

I’m still not back.  That’s clear.

 

April 23, 2008 I Forget

I forget that I’m okay.  I forget that I am loved.  Mostly I forget that I matter, that I make a difference.
Mostly, I forget my stands in life; I delude myself and sell out for survival. Too bad.

April 20, 2008 Happy Passover, michael lipp

And happy birthday to my grandson, Brandon, who turned 6 today.

We decided to have a totally non-traditionl day – a breakfast seder celebrating with matzo brei – followed by (oh, help me) Chuck E Cheese.  I’m done in.

April 15, 2008 The ides

I think the ides is the 15th but I found out it’s generally the 13th.  Well, the ides of March used to be tax day – so I assumed backwards – if the ides of March was March 15 and that was tax day, then tax day in April must be the Ides of April.  And I realize that we do that too much without realizing it… If a imples b then we say that b implies a.  Anyhow – it’s tax day.

 

March 21, 2008 I Always Thought

Funny, I always thought today was the first day of spring.  I looked at Google yesterday and I thought the floral display was for Maundy Thursday – never occurred to me that Spring was a day early this year.  Why not? Everything’s early.

I do this journal early – It frames my day.  That’s why it’s sometimes about health – how I feel in the morning often sets my day – And unless I feel great, I don’t want it to do that.  I am committed to creating my day – duh?? the title….And today I feel funky, ycch.

Why do they call this Good Friday?  Isn’t this the day they executed Jesus?

What gets me up is reminding myself who I am — Seems silly, but I think we’re so many people – past and present – that we really do get to choose.  We are the person of the moment. And I’ve had many moments.

I am committed to Spiritual Fulfillment, Social Justice and Environmental Sustainability for All People All the Time.

March 10, 2008 Consistency

Emerson said, “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.”  Ir’s a quote I learned completely wrong.  First, I thought it was Mark Twain.  But more importantly, I learned it as, “Consistency is the hobgoblin…”  Funny what one word will do.  It’s a foolish consistency… 

I looked it up:  One definition is “Reliability or uniformity of successive results or events”
Another is “Correspondence among related aspects; compatibility”  Seems to me that the assumption of consistency might well be foolish. 

Anyhow, today is another day.  The wind has died down.  The climate has not demonstrated consistency.  Night and day still follow one another.  The seasons seem a little mixed up.  But not all of them:  We’re moving to the end of the basketball and hockey seasons, while baseball is warming up – only a few weeks away.

There’s no point to this – it’s inconsistent.  I just want to say something about commitment.  The trappings of commitment change like the weather and the seasons.  It’s up to each of us to dance with them, to dance with the circumstances, but be consistent with our commitments.  I am committed to making a difference, to bringing joy and satisfaction into people’s lives.  I’m committed to environmental sustainability, dpiritual fulfillment and social justice for all of us.  That’s a big mouthful.  There’s bound to be a lot of dancing.  Dancing is fun.

March 9, 2008 Times Different

It occurs to me that watches have become items of habit or vanity.  I notice this as we move into daylight savings.  My cell phone and television and computer all spring ahead automatically.  My car doesn’t yet, but it’s just a matter of time.  So I only have to deal with my stove and microwave and I don’t want them to change automatically.  So the major thing that’s not automatic is me.

Something that I don’t talk about as much as I should is the Global Abundance Alliance.  The GAA consists of people who live their lives out of their commitment to make a difference in the world – empower children, have cities meet the demands of the future,  green the way we build, and hundreds more. 

We sponsor monthly teleseminars featuring different leaders, from new politics, to shifting our view of indigenous peoples.  Next Sunday (8pm – 9:30Eastern – we should all be time adjusted by then) we’re having a brilliant woman – author, playwright, martial arts teacher, friend and feminist, Ellen Snortland.  (See our WIKI for details: <http://globalpromises.jot.com/>) The call is recorded in case you can’t make it. 

I am honored to be on the Board for the last few years.  The GAA reminds each of us of who we are with complete acceptance.  Sometimes I use this blog to be playful and sort of unload my day.  But I never forget my commitment to presence a world with Environmental Sustainability, Social Justice and Soiritual Fulfillment for all of us.

March 8, 2008 Either

Either the Irish are funny or my town is.  They scheduled a St. Patrick’s Day parade for today.  Isn’t it supposed to be March 17?  But it’s stormy today and they had to cancel and reschedule – For March 29?  So I know they understand that it’s supposed to be in March. 

I went to the library this morning (in a storm, remember?)  But I wore my normal not-winter jacket.  And a woman leaving the library offered to share her umbrella an walk me back in.  Very sweet, I thought, but so unnecessary.  She insisted, saying that her dad was the same way – almost cancelled out the sweetness, but didn’t.  Bad enough I only take out large print books, but to be correctly stereotyped bugged me.

I decided to write poetry today.  I never do that.  My poetry is impromptu and I don’t understand it.  I do know that sometimes it’s good…even when forced.

My daughter, Aliya, mother of Diamond and Camron, decided to get her college degree, having stopped after high school.  She’s been in the Univ of Phoenix for the last 4 1/2 years.  She started when Diamond was 3.  She explained to me that Diamond has heard “not now, I’m doing homework,” or the like most of her life.  She didn’t miss school throughout her pregnancy and for Camron’s first 4 months.  She graduates on Monday.

I am awed by her commitment, her persistence, her “no matter what” attitude.  Pride is the least emotion I feel.  I wish I had her extraordinary qualities – There’s nothing she can’t do

March 7, 2008 Sockies

Since Sadie died this summer, Socks is the Alpha animal.  She has been consciously training us in these last months.  She is over 14 years old, but looks like a large kitten.

Last week my daughter’s dogs (Aliya lives downstairs) came up to visit.  They each weigh over 100 pounds.  Socks chased them out – first making herself as large as possible (you know, becoming 2-dimensional, with all hair raised) — and she scream-moaned.  Ebony & Goldie fought to be first down the stairs.

She started by tentativel taking one corner of the bed, which she now owns.  She meditates with us.  And makes it very clear that she allows us to show affection, but always remains aloof and rarely purrs.

She makes her demands known.  Recently she tells us that she needs a quarter pound of butter on the table that she can lick at leisure…insisting that it be put out in the morning.  She checks that it’s there and then leaves.  We don’t know if she comes back to it.  She’s the same way with going up to the attic (which is hers!!)  We open the door; she goes in and 6 seconds later comes out.  This is why cat doors were invented.

Her evolution is fascinating.