The Bully In The Pulpit: He’s taking us for a mean and crazy ride

“I would rather be a little nobody,
then to be a evil somebody.”
Abraham Lincoln

Have you ever been chased by a bull? I have. I was 12 years old and running across a field to tell my father, and other workers harvesting peanuts, that lunch was here and ready for them to come eat. I didn’t see the bull until he stood up and turned toward me. I ignored him and kept running toward him. Then he started running at me! I stopped running but he did not. So I turned and started running back to where mother was. There was a barbed wire fence between me and her. I ran as hard as I could and jumped through the fence. The bull stopped at the fence bellowing and pawing furiously at the ground. I still have the scar from the fence down my left lower leg.

“Bullying builds character
like nuclear waste creates superheroes.
It’s a rare occurrence
and often does much more damage
than endowment.”
Zack W. Van

I am left wondering and questioning this morning:

  • How big will the scar be on America when Donald Trump, our elected bully in the pulpit, is no longer the president?
  • How long will it take for the scar to become faint and not be causing us pain on a daily basis?
  • Will the scar be like 911 and cause us sorrow when we think of it?
  • Will the scar be like the Cold War and cause us fear when we realize how dangerous the time really was?
  • Will scar cause barely hidden hatred of each other as the Civil War caused?
  • Will the scar make bullying common place and acceptable behavior?

I do not know the answers to any of those questions. What I do know is that we have a terribly flawed bully sitting in the Oval Office of OUR White House inflicting wound after wound on our nation.

“If you’re horrible to me,
I’m going to write a song about it,
and you won’t like it.
That’s how I operate.”
Taylor Swift

I thought of Taylor Swift this morning and her statement above. At first look it is mean-spirited BUT when I see the word “song” I realize what the beauty of her way of doing things really means. When you are horrible to her she turns your bullying, spite, jealousy, hatred into art. Not only does this help her to heal it helps others to heal as well.

“One’s dignity may be assaulted,
vandalized and cruelly mocked,
but it can never be taken away
unless it is surrendered.”
Michael J. Fox

Why have we surrendered our country to this mean and cruel bully Donald J Trump and all his Trumpsters? I’m not sure but I have a sneaking suspicion it is because we didn’t like Hillary all that much and Bernie had his chance stolen from him by the DNC and after all we didn’t  really  believe that DJT would win. I remember the shock and horror and weeping when the results came in and Hillary had lost. I know she didn’t have a great message and didn’t do some of the road work with the masses she should have and didn’t give a positive message to the world but rather kept trying to out-punch the orange haired bully. None of that matters. We voted him in whether we voted for him or not. We surrendered our country to this maniac and his crazy house band. Now what are we going to do?

“If you are neutral in situations of injustice,
you have chosen the side of the oppressor.
If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse,
and you say that you are neutral,
the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.”
Desmond Tutu

I don’t know for sure what each of us as individuals can do. I do know none of us can remain neutral. To paraphrase Hillary Clinton, we each have to do, what we can, where we can, in the best way we can to conquer this bully. We have to write about it. We have to shout about it. We have to call our legislators about it. We have to post on social media about it. We have to not let ourselves become complacent.

Below is a video of Taylor Swift singing her song “Mean”. I thought it would be inspiring and uplifting after this ranting post and it some ways it is but for me this morning it made me cry. At least she is playing the banjo and hearing banjo being played is always a good thing.

 

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Life, Liberty and The Pursuit of Whatever I Damn Well Please!

“Can I borrow fifty bucks?”
“What?”
“I’m short until payday.”
“You’re short every day.”
J.D. Robb, Festive in Death

Day Lily
Photo by Glenda Clemens, 2017

I love JD Robb and Eve Dallas and the short quote! And that gorgeous flower in my garden created for me by my husband brings me joy and light. I am a blessed, short woman. The blessing does not come to me from the outside. Rather the blessing is of me and reflected in my life, loves and surroundings. That doesn’t mean, however, that I sitting around OMing to the moon and stars, living a quiet life in my garden while the World melts away. Nope. I’m a living, breathing woman and sometimes I breath fire.

“I was not born to be forced.
I will breathe after my own fashion.
Let us see who is the strongest.”
Henry David Thoreau, On the Duty of Civil Disobedience

I’m more than a little pissed today but I’m also more than a little scared. It seems to me that the World I live in is trying to careen out of control. Two things tripped my trigger today and made me think of Eve—yep the one all Christian men–and some women–blame for their lustful urges and every poor decision they have made throughout history.

“Shall the day of parting be the day of gathering?
And shall it be said that my eve was in truth my dawn?”
Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

I want to set the record straight as far as I see it. Eve is not the reason some men are shits but she is a convenient scapegoat for their poor choices and bad behavior. The funny obverse side of that coin is that these same men are scared bloody mindless of her! Paul Ryan can’t have women around him with sleeveless clothing because that makes his appendage rock hard standing at attention. The Donald can think of nothing more than blood when a fearless, powerful goddess stands in front of him. Why can these men not see that Eve, the goddess of our beginning (at least mythologically) is the dawning of their own personal truth?

“Often blaming, is a trait of a childish soul.”
Toba Beta

Now I do not like casting blame. It feels like a betrayal of my grandmother who would chastise us if we tattled on each other. In all her soft roundness and sweetness she was a bulwark of doing what’s right in word and deed–at least that is how I’ve chosen to remember her. So I’m not blaming Paul Ryan or Donald Trump for any wrong done to me or by me but (excuse me grandmother) I’m tattling on them to the Universe! What wickedness exists in these men that they would drag women kicking and screaming back to the caves of our beginnings.

“I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences
attending too much liberty than to those
attending too small a degree of it.”
Thomas Jefferson

I’m here shouting at the top of my voice “I’m a free American and my liberties are mine to savor and rejoice in NOT yours to abuse and stomp upon!” If you so-called leaders of our country cannot rejoice and savor liberty with me and every woman, child and man on our planet then get thee behind me and keep your hands off my sleeveless clothing and bloody rags of creation itself. You are not worth the spit I would hurl at your faces.

“I was not born to be forced.
I will breathe after my own fashion.
Let us see who is the strongest.”
Henry David Thoreau, On the Duty of Civil Disobedience

And now for a bit of real independence (which we have learned this week Trump’s supporters hate:

 

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I’m Frankly Amazed

Sunset on Mt. Rainier, 2017.
Photo by Glenda Clemens, 2017

“Wonder is the beginning of wisdom.”
Socrates

Every time I fly home to the Seattle area and see Mt. Rainier, I’m in awe and amazement at her beauty. For professional photographers she is a never ending font of beauty and art. For me I’m amazed every time I see this mountain and when flying I can never resist pulling out my smart phone and taking a photo of her through the window of the airplane. I plan ahead for this and so always reserve a window seat on the left-hand side of the plane just to be sure I’m able to see her beauty and wonder.

“Amazement + Gratitude + Openness + Appreciation = an irresistible field of energy”
Frederick Dodson, Parallel Universes of Self

However, sometimes my amazement is not for the beauty of our world but the contradictions in the society in which we live. Sometimes I’m so amazed I’m just pissed. Yep I go all the way from the sublime to the profane in just a few seconds. What do I consider profane? Not the profanity I use to express it but the amazement at the obvious contradictions about professed religiosity and the messages of spirituality. That’s where I am this morning.

Yesterday on Facebook because I loved
the absolute joy and love I felt for Katy:

Katy Learning Crochet
Photo by Glenda Clemens, 2017

Now, if you are anything like me, you smiled when you saw that photo. It was a natural and loving response to a girl becoming more and more and more. It has 18 likes.

Yesterday, I posted this meme
Because I was amazed at the contradiction
Between someone who professed religiosity
And the obvious lack of spiritual honesty:

In 19 hours it has received 2 likes. I’m left asking the question: why?

I’m sure people feel more comfortable liking an adorable girl learning a difficult task at the age of 5 than liking (or hating) a meme that points out a publicly avowed Christian stealing. Not just pocketing a candy bar at the grocery store (although I believe stealing is stealing) but stealing and smuggling incredible, irreplaceable pieces of the history of Iraq.

“Congratulations,” he said.
“That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen.”
His expression was a mix of awe and disbelief.
“Ever.”
Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

What I really want to know is how many Christians are comfortable with him doing this? How many are not hitting the like button because they want to pretend it didn’t happen? How many are quickly willing to forgive him but not call him out for his misdeeds? How many don’t see the absurd and pompous arrogance and contradictions of this man publicly stating his Christian beliefs were why he didn’t want to allow his female employees contraception but has no problems with stealing historical artifacts?

“You failed -your fart was not silent,
my nose heard it’s deafening noise.”
Aniekee Tochukwu Ezekiel

I feel your discomfort with this post. I’m not very comfortable with it either. BUT. I have a stronger feeling that our discomfort for this post is not nearly as important as our collective willingness to excuse wrong doing is some people while throwing stones at other people who are honestly pursuing life, liberty and happiness. I’ve heard and  those words somewhere other than here before.

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Occam’s Zebra: Dreaming the improbable

Dreaming our lives into being Zebras.

Beginning. Doily and photo by Glenda Clemens, 2017

Occam’s Razor simply state is that common things occur commonly. A Zebra is not a common sight in most parts of our World.

“Kids think with their brains cracked wide open;
becoming an adult, I’ve decided,
is only a slow sewing shut.”
Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

Remember when your mother told you: “You can grow up to be anything you want to be”?  I do know that not all mother’s say this but many I know, including myself, have said this to their children . We say this out of love rather than out of the expectation that indeed you will dream to be something and then grow up to be that.

“You gave too much rein to your imagination.
Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master.
The simplest explanation is always the most likely.”
Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair at Styles

As a child, we all imagined many great things that were going to happen to our lives and our becoming. When we grew and began to interact with the World, even the Universe, outside the protection and loving embrace of our mother’s arms we discovered reality and our dreams became simple fantasy not something that could become.

“No more things should be presumed
to exist than are absolutely necessary. ”
Mark Haddon,
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time

And as we grew and grew, the possibilities became less and less. We began to embody Occam’s Razor even though many of us had never heard of it nor if we had thought it applied to our lives. In the medical world where I’ve worked since the age of 14–that’s 52 years–we have had Occam’s Razor so pounded into our brains that it has become a part of how medicine is in the 21st Century. In clinic settings we often say, “When you hear the sound of hooves, think horses, not zebras”. Often this is the right thing to do as one of the corollaries of Occam’s Razor is that common things occur commonly. Horses are common in the United States but Zebras are uncommon.

“God has a sense of humor.
Don’t believe me?
Just look at a zebra and tell me
what was going on in His mind that day.”
Kim Gruenenfelder

Well, Kim Gruenenfelder, I’ve no idea what was or is going on in the mind of any god on any day. I do know, however, that if you are a young boy or girl in parts of Africa, Zebras may indeed be much more common than horses. I’ve been watching Sense 8 (and trying to make sense of it) on Netflix while I crochet.  A mother and her son are walking across Africa and pass a herd of Zebras. The boy says to his mother, “I wish I was a zebra.” The mother’s answers, “You would make a very beautiful zebra.” Then she says, “Don’t worry. As long as we are together something good is going to happen.”

“Some day you will be old enough
to start reading fairy tales again.”
C.S. Lewis

The mother’s voice in this brief scene reminded me that all of us have dreams and most of them never come true, even if all we have in mind is that we live a happy and safe life. I’m beginning to understand how much of my life I’m limited myself listening to the strident voices around me saying I could not do or become my dreams. As C.S. Lewis pointed out, maybe I’m getting old enough to read fairy tales again. Maybe I’m getting old enough to capture a few of my dreams and live them. Maybe, just maybe, there is a Zebra in my front yard.

“Most people don’t grow up.
Most people age.
They find parking spaces,
honor their credit cards,
get married, have children,
and call that maturity.
What that is, is aging.”
Maya Angelou

If you are not ready to meet your Zebra’s or have never heard of Occam’s Razor, here is a link for you: Occam’s Razor.  Otherwise I recommend looking for Zebra’s and stop aging.

Henry Higgins, Why Can’t A Man Be More Like A Woman?

Katy with her doll. Dress designed and crocheted by Glenda Clemens.
Photo by Glenda Clemens, 2017.

“The Sacred Bombshell knows
that her creative feminine energy
is a catalyst.
She remembers her womb wisdom.”
― Abiola AbramsThe Sacred Bombshell Handbook of Self-Love

I’m pretty riled up this morning. There was a post on Facebook of an article on men interrupting women. You can read this article on Fortune Magazines website. The thrust of the article is that if women will just act more like men they will not be interrupted as much. Poppycock! Why would we ever want to act like what we are not?

Why do women say “I’m sorry” so much?
One of my favorite self-love sermons is this:
Resist saying ‘I’m sorry’ so often.
You are not “sorry.”
You are magnificent beyond measure,
perfect in your imperfections,
and wonderfully made.”
― Abiola Abrams,
The Sacred Bombshell Handbook of Self-Love

My response to any man interrupting a woman is: “I know your mother worked hard to raise you to have good manners. Interrupting is bad manners. You may speak when I finish.” Why oh why would I ever undermine my own sovereignty by acting like something I am not. I am not a man. I am a woman. I behave like a woman. I think like a woman. I live like a woman. AND I have brain power you have never even imagined–IF–you think that because I don’t have a penis I’m somehow less than any man.

“The feminine political voice is personal.
It’s intimate.
It’s caregiving and life enhancing.
It’s about bringing more love,
caring and justice into the world.
It’s also fierce and determined.”
― Tabby BiddleFind Your Voice: A Woman’s Call to Action

As women, Henry, we have no need to be more like a man. Would it be easier, Henry, if men were more like women? Yes, of course it would. That isn’t how the Universe is made. It is made of differences, of opposites. Everything and everyone in the Universe attracts and repels. So what if we work on attraction, Henry? How would that be?

“If we are to be women in power,
then it must be power on very different terms.
We have to find a new source of energy.
New structures of power.
Ones that don’t deplete us or our environment.
We need to run our lives on sustainable energy.”
― Lucy H. PearceBurning Woman

For me, there is no need for a woman to be more like a man. There is no need for a man to be more like a woman. BUT I will howl at the moon protesting any man who thinks I should not speak because I am not a woman. I will shoot fire from my soul dare any man think I should not be powerful. I will dance naked in the moonlight and sunlight proving my being to be equal to any man.

“What a hundred caring,
courageous and conscientious
women can achieve in ten years,
would take a thousand men a hundred years.”
― Abhijit Naskar

Now perhaps that quote is true I do not know. What I do know is that if we all work together in our own true essence, loving and caring deeply for each other and welcoming all into the circle, amazing things will happen. Women, do you want to be more like a man? OK but don’t be surprised if it doesn’t end well. Men, do you want to be more like a woman? OK but don’t be surprised if it doesn’t end well.

We have waited so long for permission to know
that it was our time, our turn on stage.
That time is now.
Our voices are being heard into being.
They are needed.”
― Lucy H. PearceBurning Woman

We do not need permission to be on stage and raise our voices. The time is now to boldly walk onto the stage and speak, together. Men and women working together as equals can bring peace and paradise to our planet. Until we are working together as equals things will continue much as they are now.

I’m Not Just A Granny!

A new doily “Katy” designed by Glenda Clemens, 2017.
Photo by Glenda Clemens 2017

“My grandmother started walking five miles a day
when she was sixty.
She’s ninety-seven now,
and we don’t know where the heck she is.”
― Ellen DeGeneres

I’m not just a granny or grandmother or grandma and I sure as hell don’t walk five miles a day! I might sweat and I don’t like to sweat.  That’s not the point of this post but I did want to be clear.  It turns out that because I crochet doilies and I love doing it, some people actually attribute to me characteristics that are surprising to me. Well, fuck!

“This is a place where grandmothers
hold babies on their laps under the stars
and whisper in their ears that the lights
in the sky are holes in the floor of heaven.”
― Rick Bragg

That’s nice Rick Bragg, but that’s not me.  I am a bleeding heart liberal who loves to cuss and loves to crochet doilies. I’m not some sweet little granny sitting around being all lovey dovey with everyone she meets. I’m a grandma who loves fiercely and crochets obsessively and believes deep in her gut if I don’t say “Fuck” at least one time a day I risk dying.  If I love you, and most of you I do, I’ll stand with you no matter what–unless spiders are involved. If you keep posting photos of big ugly spiders I’ll unfriend you on Facebook.

“I thought grandmothers had to like you.
It’s a law or something.”
― Mary E. PearsonThe Adoration of Jenna Fox

Nope. We do not have to like you. We’ll probably love you, feed you, clothe you and make you a doily or two or a hundred. But. We do NOT have to like you! Having said that, I think my grandchildren are the epitome of what grandchildren should be. That’s because their Momma’s raised their parents to be good parents so the grandchildren are great.

“And I can’t die easy thinking
maybe the menfolks
white or black is making
a spit cup out of you.
Have some sympathy for me.
Put me down easy, Janie,
I’m a cracked plate.”
― Zora Neale HurstonTheir Eyes Were Watching God

Assuming that I’m a sweet, adorable, cuddly grandmother because I crochet incredibly beautiful doilies (that’s really not bragging–IMHO) just pisses me off. So this is me:

  • I am a rebel at the core of my being.
  • I hate it that we have a card carrying member of the Idioti in the White House.
  • I rage against the man who is our current Representative because of his mean and spiteful stances again the people he is supposed to serve.
  • I despise hackers! Yeah I know they have shed some light in dark places but they have compromised all of us and our ability to enjoy the open borders that the internet has given us.
  • I stand for equality for every single human being on the earth. Your white skin, tiny hands and tinier penis do not impress me.
  • I loath spiders and they scare the bejesus out of me so fucking quit posting them on Facebook!
  • I love to crochet doilies and lace. It helps keep me centered and keep me out of prison and keep you alive.
  • I’m a cracked vessel (and so are we all): that’s how the light gets in and shines out.

“What she showed me was, Yes, I am Grandmother as she is; there is no separation, really, between us. And that, on this planet, Grandmother Earth, there is no higher authority. That our inseparability is why the planet will be steered to safety by Grandmother/Grandmothers or it will not be steered to safety at all.”
― Alice WalkerNow Is the Time to Open Your Heart

Having said all of that, I have doilies to crochet and people to piss off on Facebook and coffee to drink and Morning Joe to watch. I love you all and always will, but if you don’t start playing nice with all of us, that can change.

Imagining And Creating Love

Suncatcher #2, created from a pattern by Grace Fearon and photographed by Glenda Clemens, 2017

“Imagination is everything.
It is the preview of life’s coming attractions.”
― Albert Einstein

Imagination is the key to a creative life. I’ve been crocheting for many years but recently I’ve been creating Sun Catchers out of doily patterns and they are a big hit. I’ve made these and doilies as gifts for family members–whether they like it or not! Someone asked if I would make a Sun Catcher for her and let her pay for it. So my husband and I talked about what would be a fair and reasonable price for both myself and the customer. During the process he asked, “When are you going to make one for us? I’d like to have one hanging in our window.” I dropped all other projects and made the one above for him/us to have in our window.

“Creating means living.”
― Dejan StojanovicThe Shape

For me, the above quote is true. Whether is is writing, cooking, crocheting, knitting, or speaking creating is the root of all my happiness in life. I don’t care so much about the finished product of my creation but I care deeply about the process and what the creating does for me.  So as Valentine’s Day approaches and I work on kindness and love, I dropped all other projects to create a Sun Catcher for David. For with every stitch, yarn over, chain 4 and double crochet in the 4th stitch from the hook I was imagining love and creating a deeper reality for my life.

“I’m always thinking about creating.
My future starts when
I wake up in the morning and see the light.”
― Miles Davis

That’s how it is for those of us who create. I dream about creating. I think about creating. When I wake if I’ve not settled on what to create today, I pick up where I left off yesterday and continue creating what is already started. I don’t really understand how anyone can live without creating or how they can love without imagining how that love will be and how they can create the love they desire. For me, there is no other pathway.

Become a dollmaker,
there are NO limits to your awesomeness,
you can create anything you can imagine and more!”
― Gayle Wray

I’m a doily maker not a doll maker but I have discovered that there are no limits to what I can create if I put my mind to. This week, I’ve been imagining love and it’s relationship to my creativity impulses. It is simple for me. When I create anything I do it with love in my mind and heart. So when I give a gift of a Sun Catcher or a doily it is imbued with love. Now that I’m going to sell some of my creations I hope the receiver will feel the love that is in every stitch.

“Love is all you need”
–John Lennon

Back In The Saddle Riding Out Of The Blue

Cohen Just Wants to Lay Down, photo by Glenda Clemens, 2017

“I didn’t want to wake up.
I was having a much better time asleep.
And that’s really sad.
It was almost like a reverse nightmare,
like when you wake up
from a nightmare you’re so relieved.
I woke up into a nightmare.”
― Ned VizziniIt’s Kind of a Funny Story

Yep. That old blue feeling called depression–a real nightmare. That’s pretty much been my life for the past few months. Poor Cohen. In the photo above he is laying in Marti’s bed. We were hanging out with Marti while her mom and dad went to a party. I’m not sure whether Cohen was anxious, sad or just cold. Regardless when I was putting together the quotes and photos for this post, this photo of Cohen seemed about right. For the past few months I just wanted to lay around and do nothing.

“There are wounds that never
show on the body
that are deeper and
more hurtful than
anything that bleeds.”
― Laurell K. HamiltonMistral’s Kiss

It wasn’t just one thing that had me down, feeling blue. It was, as depressive episodes go, a confluence of things. First Mollie, my dear little dog, died. Then my dear friend Doris died. Then my brother-in-law became very ill. Then we elected a pig for president (with apologies to the pigs of the world). Then my brother-in-law died. And then—nothing in particular but I was just too overloaded with grief and dismay and had to hide for a bit. That’s how depression works. Hiding is the only real option that works for those of us that live through it.

“I can’t eat and I can’t sleep.
I’m not doing well
in terms of being a functional human,
you know?”
― Ned VizziniIt’s Kind of a Funny Story

Well, except I’m a woman of substance and so I could eat. I can always eat, even when I’m really blue. But in the middle of depression I don’t enjoy it much at all which takes away the pleasure of eating. I didn’t sleep well and certainly wasn’t a functional human being. In fact, I tried to joke, I was not doing well enough to be safe for human consumption. A few friends can attest that this was true and to them I apologize and give thanks that they still are friends.

“I believe that words are strong,
that they can overwhelm
what we fear when
fear seems more awful
than life is good.”
― Andrew Solomon,
The Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression

Then today, a miracle happened. Some dear person posted on a Facebook post of mine, “Keep Writing, Mighty Pen!” Wow. Amazing. I had simply copied and pasted something that someone else had written, yet this person saw something in that post that touched her in a way to write those words “Keep Writing, Mighty Pen!” And so today after so many long weeks I am writing again.

Always believe
Your words have power.
Always believe
Your words can be a sword
Or
Your words can be a balm.
There is power
In your words.
Wield your power
With love and kindness.

–Glenda Clemens

I’m not always very good at being kind with my words. However, after the kindness shown by the person who urged me to write on with my mighty pen (I use a keyboard) I feel a renewed sense of the need to write and use my words BUT to use them with care, with love and with kindness. I’m not fully over my blue state of being but I’m better and I’m back.

Solstice And Holidays

Coming Home,
Photo by David P Clemens, 2016, used with permission

The best thing one can do
when it’s raining is to let it rain.

– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

It has been a long time since I’ve written a blog post or anything else for that matter. I have been going through a long spell of grief over the past few weeks. Today however I realized that since yesterday the daylight hours are getting longer again and within a few months life will be rampant in my yard and world again. Then I started thinking about solstice.  It has always seemed to me it should be spelled “soulstice” since the changing of the seasons seems to have such a powerful effect on many of us.

Life is thickly sown with thorns,
and I know no other remedy
than to pass quickly through them.
The longer we dwell on our misfortunes,
the greater is their power to harm us.

– Voltaire

 

Usually I’m no so affected by the winter doldrums but this year a close family member died in early December and left me and the rest of our family reeling with the grief and loss. I’ve tired knitting, crocheting, baking, being with other and yet the doldrums seem to hang on. I know that at some point in time, I’ll be better and things will become more normal, I’ll be happier, life will go on.

The best way to cheer yourself up
is to try and cheer somebody else up.

– Mark Twain

 

Today, when I saw my Cracked poster, I thought I’d let you know that I will be fine–just not today.  This reminds me of Louise Penny and her character Ruth, the crusty old poet, who defines fine in capital letters:

F.I.N.E.
Fucked up.
Insecure.
Neurotic.
Egotistical.

 

What I want to do today is to wish you and your family and friends Happy Holidays no matter what holidays you celebrate during the winter. Happiness with family is where love expresses the deeply profound effects on our souls of being alive in this here and this now.

Many Bright and Cheery Blessings
To you and your family and friends!

 

 

Get A Grip! A Call To Action

Get A Grip!

Hillary Clinton

Hillary Clinton

“Someone threw a cabbage at William Howard Taft.
That didn’t bother Taft.
He quipped,
“I see that one of my adversaries has lost his head.”
― Judith St. GeorgeSo You Want to Be President?

Politics, as usual, is a dirty business and yet it is the only way any large group of people or country are governed. We all have opinions about what that should look like and what the experience should be. AND when I say all, I mean every person in America citizen or not! So we have had an election for President of the United States. About half of us are wildly happy and the other half of us are totally grief stricken. I say it is time to “Get A Grip!” Period. Whether you are giddy with joy or you are catatonic with grief, it is time to get up, brush the trash of politics off and “Get A Grip!”

“Don’t blow off another’s candle
for it won’t make yours shine brighter.”
― Jaachynma N.E. Agu,
The Prince and the Pauper

Some of you are calling for the electoral college to vote differently than the outcome of the election actually is. Yes I am aware that Hillary Clinton won the popular vote. She knew going in that she was required to win the electoral college as it is laid out on the map. AND she is coping with grace (if not ease). It is the rest of us, her followers and legacy, who are struggling. Again I say, “Get A Grip!”

“Those who cannot remember the past,
are condemned to repeat it.”
― George Santayana,
The Life of Reason: Five Volumes in One

First, I give you the history lesson and say to you, we need to pay attention to history, not only because we can learn from it, but if we remember it we have some small chance of not repeating history. Five Presidential candidates have won the popular vote but lost the election because of the electoral college system. They are:

1824: Andrew Jackson
1876: Samuel Tilden
1888: Grover Cleveland
2000: Al Gore
2016: Hillary Clinton

Some of these candidates went on to be president in other elections, but most did not. There is a lot of debate about whether we really need the electoral college. You would not be the first person to ask the question, “If Al Gore had been president when the 9/11 terrorist strike happened, would we have gone to war?” However we will never know the answer to that question and to discuss it doesn’t change history but does continue to sow seeds of tension and anger and anxiety. I strongly feel the same is true of the debate about trying to change the electoral college system. It is too late for this election! Get A Grip!

For this election as for all previous elections, it is too late to change the constitution and switch to a popular vote rather than Electoral College vote. Am I disappointed that Hillary Clinton did not win? YES! However, today I am asking all of you to consider this question:

Which is most important to you: Winning the election or getting on with life and working to keep America great for everyone?

The reason I think that is the question we each need to answer is that we cannot change history but we can affect change for our futures. We can continue the great work we have begun to create a more perfect union with liberty and justice for all. This includes equal pay for equal work. This includes marriage equality for every person in America. This includes the right for a woman to make decisions about her own body. This includes stopping the permissive rape culture we live in. This includes freedom from religious persecution. This includes guaranteeing we all have freedom of speech.

“Maybe history wouldn’t have to repeat itself
if we listened once in awhile.”
― Wynne McLaughlin

I think it is time to Get A Grip and listen to history. If we want to change the electoral college get busy doing so but do not expect this to be easy or to happen before they vote next month. Let your legislators and your president know your desires. Start a movement and get busy working on it. More importantly though it is time to Get A Grip!

“You are not responsible for the past,
but insofar as you do nothing,
you are complicit in the present created by it.”
― Jonathan R. Miller

Embrace the reality you wish to create. Be a part of becoming the reality you wish to create. Work together creating our new reality. I am encouraging you, dear reader, to embrace the power we each have to create an environment of love, kindness, generosity, acceptance without worrying or fussing over what the other man or woman is doing. Get A Grip and do as Hillary Clinton says:

“Do all the good you can.
By all the means you can.
In all the ways you can.
In all the places you can.
At all the times you can.
To all the people you can.
As long as ever you can.”
― John Wesley