Wednesday, July 29, 2015

An Offensive Blog: A lesson on self control


Shannon L. Alder
“A very unwise man once said, “He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.” A very annoyed woman once said, “He who does not want to communicate will never enjoy their silence for very long.”
Shannon L. Alder




        I love my friends, truly.  Every single one of them whether they are acquaintances, or stand with in my inner circle bring something to my life that enriches it immensely.  They make me think, and feel, about life in ways that I question I would if they were not part of my life and for this alone I value them.  Recently I made a post on Facebook.
 
James Otto's photo.

          One of my friends called me on it.  ;)  She basically shared that she finds many things in life offensive but doesn't react offensively.  I agreed with her.  She is definitely an excellent example of someone who I write about often in my blogs.  Some one who speaks her mind openly, honestly, with kindness, and compassion on many different issues that we as a society/culture need to change.  This brief FB conversation got me to thinking however, so to this friend, and she knows who she is, I say thank you.
         I will start my tale with a memory.  A couple of years ago I had a person in my life.  I will try to describe her and the situation as compassionately and respectfully as I can, I apologize if I fumble a little. 
         I saw the red flags of entering into a relationship with this person.  She was, and still is unfortunately, slightly unstable.  she is quick to react, highly emotional, full of anxiety, confusion, lost of goals, focus, and optimism.  She is also one of those people who makes every situation about her.  At a social gathering she is not that one beautiful person who enters a room and everyone wants to know because he/she radiates joy, peace, and beauty.  She is that one person who enters a room surrounded by an aura of anxiety and despair.
        My hubby often asks me why I seem to attract people like this.  Its the helper in me, the fixer, the protector, the teacher.  I am always pretty sure I can help everyone, which is absolutely not true, and is pretty selfish, arrogant and vain about me.  I'm working on it.  :/ 
         This person, not me, the other one who is not in my life anymore, doesn't have many friends.  When I see someone like this I think I can be their friend.  Usually it ends up not being so.  I allow myself to be "used" and end up feeling badly.  My fault not theirs. 
        This person would stop over unannounced often.  Ask for many favors, which I usually complied with.  Had expectations of needing me to listen and fix her often and rarely returned the favors.  This all came to a head eventually, not sharing the details to shorten the blog, and in my attempt to negotiate/compromise/mediate she said, "I find that offensive." 
        Honestly all I did was ask a simple question that I thought was appropriate concerning the circumstances we found ourselves in and needed some clarification.  She immediately after announcing that she was offended went to the dark side.  The friendship ended minutes later.  She has done this twice in our relationship and honestly, but not with regret, I am done.  She taught me some valuable things about myself. 
          The friends I have now share with me a mutual respect, politeness, compassion etc.  We understand each other even when we don't agree with each other.  Which is the major reason I keep the friend who calls me on things like being offended. (Who should not be confused with the person who said she was offended, they are two different people.)   There have been a couple of times where I have called her on some things she has posted on Facebook also.  Honestly I think we have a great respect for each other intellectually.  She is also a few years younger then me and I love watching her progress forward in her life knowing and feeling that their is someone out their who thinks like I do and challenges the world to think differently.
          Any who back to being offended.   I did a little research on being offended.  Here's what I found.
 http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/offended?s=t
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/offensive?s=t
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/offend?s=t
Simple definitions that simply put basically say that offend in all its plurals etc. are emotionally driven.  Either by someone purposefully, or not; sharing something that one or all of us find morally and valuably unacceptable.  HOWEVER some people are so good at sharing news that they will make what they share offensive to many people simply by reporting it. 
https://www.rcfp.org/browse-media-law-resources/digital-journalists-legal-guide/what-types-conduct-are-considered-offen-0
           When you search anything to do with being offended, offensive and/ or offend there is a whole slew of topics.  They address everything from culture, religion, morals, and more.  Which is perhaps one of the main reasons there are so many people out there feeling so offended about so many topics.  What I want to specifically address here is how to not let ourselves become offended about everything we see. 
           First and fore most for me I personally think, and feel, that the idea of being offended goes against my spirituality.  In Buddhism we constantly strive to be mindful in order to maintain peace.  I'm not going to lie, this is hard.  Monks and Nuns are able to achieve this with more ease, and grace, because they have made a choice to live in environments, and mindsets, that support, and encourage mindfulness.  They are constantly surrounded by people, and objects, that remind them what is truly important in life.  For us ordinary lay people it is not so easy.
          We ordinary people are constantly challenged to bring our mind back to the moment.  To not be diverted by offensive acts, thoughts, etc. and take notice of what we have right now.  The sound of my fingers typing on the keyboard, for instance, while I enjoy the ability to express myself using respect, politeness, compassion etc. to anyone who chooses to read my simple blog.  The sandalwood candle in my room filling my environment with a rich wonderful odor.  My dog snoring in the back ground.  The music I'm listening too.  The cup of coffee I'm drinking. etc. etc. 
          In Buddhism it is all these things that hold pleasant sensation's that we are suppose to focus on.  This gets tricky however, because we do not want to become so focused on the pleasant sensations that we become an unhealthy selfish.  Addictions are not just anything unhealthy that we put into our bodies that could cause an unhealthy functioning of not only our engine, but our mind,(i.e. drugs, alcohol) they are also anything that we become so focused on that we need to have it no matter what.  Sugar, soda, caffeine, cigarettes, sex, TV, computers, even our own peace.
          Buddhism does not specifically say to not include, or exclude, certain things, it is not that specific, it is only specific in sharing to stay away from things that cause you, and others, harm, unhappiness, and unhealthiness, however it is defined for every individual.  While it does imply that happiness is dependent upon others happiness, it does also support that being compassionate to others is not the same thing as making others happy.  We make others happy by being mindful of our happiness first.  Selfishness is not happiness.  So is it selfish to become offended by something we see or read?  I think this requires us to become very mindful.
         This is my mind on this topic.  The acquaintance who announced that she was offended and set about terminating our relationship simply because I shared my views/feelings honestly was using, what many could perceive as, offensive behavior.  I saw, and still chose to see her behavior, as something that causes mostly her and her family, grief.  I tried hard to be there for her, to support her, to be compassionate.  Now I have made the choice to be compassionate towards myself and step back because there is honestly nothing I can do for her.  I feel content in the fact that I did everything as best I could, with respect, intelligence, love, kindness etc., before letting her go.  I did not want to change who she was, I just did not want her to hurt and be unhappy.
          I addressed my Karma.  I cannot help her with hers.  Now to on lookers perhaps this whole idea appears self serving.  But if you are mindful to the facts of Dharma and how everything works together, and mindful of the fact that sometimes in order to help someone you have to not help them it all makes perfect sense.  Sometimes by addressing someone else's suffering we are inadvertently  causing more suffering.  If that is the case then its time to step back and become mindful.  Here's another important aspect to this whole mindset.  How does it feel?
         The feeling should be something that encourages joy, contentment, and a positive sense of self, but not totally devoid of remorse.  It empowers you to do the right thing not only for yourself but for whom ever is involved.  It is a feeling void of offensive emotions.
          We've all heard about tough love, but I have seen this concept misused and abused for selfish reasons.  Used to make the person(s) life, who initiate the tough love,  easier for them.  Tough love is hard on everyone if love is actually what is the motivating factor.  Tough love should not be an offensive act in any way.
          When I feel myself being offended I ask myself why am I offended?  Feeling offended is exactly that, a feeling, feelings are there to teach us something, to bring our awareness to something or someone.  So what exactly am I to become more aware of?  More mindful of?
          Most of what I see and hear on TV, radio, puters etc. could, and sometime does, offend me.  I am not oblivious to the atrocity's that happen in the world whether they are in my neighborhood, city, state, country, or else where in the world. 
         While I question the competent ability's of some of the reporting of these offenses, I also firmly believe that the universe wants us to have this information for a reason.  If we know what is happening any where in the world I believe we are part of that village and are meant to know and do something about it.  HOWEVER, how much can we do as individuals?  Becoming offended simply is not enough and in fact might do more harm than good. 
         Take the recent news events concerning law enforcement and people of color.  Has this reporting done more harm or good?  We tell ourselves that by reporting bad news constantly that we are being informed and, informing society of a problem that needs to change and be improved upon.  BUT in human development it is a fact that as humans we respond to praise better then anger and/or fear.  So why then do we need to focus on fear and anger?  I've said it before and will continue to say it again.  Because it is easy.
         We are led to believe that the path of lesser resistance is the correct path but this is not true.  We only learn when something feels hard.  It is our brain, a muscle, getting a work out.  I go to the gym, I work my abs come home in pain for two days, do I stop working my abs? No.  I know from the pain that what I am doing is working, eventually the pain goes away, it stops feeling so hard, and what I have left are stronger core muscles.  A stronger core helps me be more balanced.
         Making an effort to be mindful and to not be offended by so much of what we are presented with helps us to be stronger and more balanced.  When we are balanced we are able to respond instead of react. 
         I firmly believe that there is a minority of people out there who know exactly what to say and do to divert all of us from acting as one single united front.  YES I know that this sounds a little crazy, but I am not sharing that I think its everyone in the government, or law enforcement, or all spiritual leaders, all teachers, leaders, etc.  I believe that the majority of human beings in the world act and live with good intentions and mindfulness.  I think that there are a minority of influential people out there who know exactly how to use the system we have all created to get what they think they need to live a better life.  They are not at all mindful of the fact that how they choose to get what they think they need negatively effects many around them.  An unhealthy selfish.  Example?  It was one person, a Rockefeller who was responsible for the great depression because he wanted what he wanted at any cost. 
http://www.history.com/shows/men-who-built-america/videos
          The question here to us simple people is how do we stop them?  Well its simple really.  Don't become offended.  We all think that by becoming offended we are acting passionately about something we care very deeply about.  But anyone who watches the news, etc. will say that less attention is given to those people who are speaking, yelling, screaming, sobbing,  about what offends them and how everyone should, must, be offended also in order for change to take place, and this simply is not true.  What we most admire are the people, who have endured tragedy, challenges, etc. and are able to show us, teach us, strength, wisdom, and compassion. 
http://heroicstories.org/
http://www.howtobecomeahero.com/labels/buddhism.htm
          One of the first examples I think of, but not the only one, is the Dali Lama himself.  Exiled from Tibet when he was young, technically a man with out a home, has traveled the world his whole life teaching everyone whom he comes in contact with love and compassion, but first of all human frailty.  If you listen to him teach he never apologizes for being human.  IN fact he is quite open about the fact that sometime even he feels anger towards China.  But it is the anger that offends him and encourages him to feel compassion towards a country that took his home away from him.  In my book an outstanding role model.  One whom I think of when I become offended.
http://www.dalailama.com/biography/from-birth-to-exile
http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-china-30510018
         He teaches that in life we will be confronted with many offenses that we can do absolutely nothing about.  BUT if enough of us feel compassion towards the person(s) committing the offense may be, just may be, a positive change can and will take place.  In our history it is the compassion in the end that ultimately changes the world, not the atrocity's.  It is saying yes these terrible things took place but I choose to forgive.  Change truly does start from with in.  If so many choose anger that is exactly what we will experience.  If many choose compassion and forgiveness this is what we will experience. 
         My husband often debates this with me.  Implying that there is no justice in compassion, but there is.  If you choose not to let others offensive behavior touch you then they have no control.  The offensive behavior will stop.  This should also not be confused with something like a person shooting up a movie theatre and not receiving justice.  I do not how ever advocate or support raging around and speaking to everyone who will, and some who will not, listen how the world is going to shit and no one should go to the movies anymore.  Or how all cops are white supremacists.  All politicians are liars.  All Christians are self serving hypocrites.  The whole education system is shit. All Muslims are terrorists... you get the idea.   Generalities serve no purpose other then to separate us. 
          The Pith of the Matter is this.  Should we be offended?  My thought is yes.  It is human nature and makes us think.  But do we allow ourselves to become so offended that we are no longer able to be mindful?  My thought is no.  Fear, anger, hurt, impatience, are all the anti emotions and more often then not encourage reactions that do more harm then good. They keep us from responding appropriately.  They are the red flag emotions that tell us to stop, look, listen, think, be mindful.
          I personally choose not to not give control up to whom ever believes that the way to make us act is by  reporting offenses that encourage and support offensive reactions.  And that is the difference.  React vs. Act.  Does the offense instill an emotion of action or reaction?  One is moral, full of values, one is not. One is compassionate, kind, and wise.  One is not.  Do not be fooled into thinking that the anger you feel towards the offense you are reading is not the exact reaction the writer hoped to instill in you.  The challenge is to feel the offense with out the anger and fear.  Then you will be able to act on it. 
        I was a Social Worker for many years and saw all kinds of injustices, to all kinds of people.  Most to children.  I still feel offended.  But doesn't being offended imply that it was done to you personally?  And isn't that being selfish?  If we choose to believe that most people out there are just doing the best they can with what they are given then the feeling of being offended turns to compassion.  The challenge is to put your personal feelings aside.  Its about thinking about others, about someone else that makes the difference.
         If I was offended by the way someone choose to live I could never have done my job.  But choosing to be compassionate I could.  I could go into someone's house knowing abuse and addictions were present and still chose to listen, and teach and help people think and believe that they, and their family, deserved a better life. Am I perfect at this?  No. I constantly struggle to be mindful.  But it is this lesson I learned that brings me back to being unselfish.
        Sometimes I need to detach from an offense because I know there is nothing I can do about it and trust that there are people out there that think as I do and are taking action for me and others like me.  If we all choose to be offended to the point where more injustice takes place then how does knowing about the offense really change anything?  If you feel like being offended is the only thing you can do then perhaps you should find something else you can do?  We all have a role, a place in this universe, simply being offended is not fulfilling your role. 
       As a simple blogger I could say that when I make someone angry with something I've written I have succeeded in getting my message across and making them think; perhaps forcing them into action.  But that is not my hope.  My hope is not to offend people, but to make them think, and feel love, kindness and compassion towards life in general.  Perhaps that is why my writing will never be popular news, but that does not offend me.
 Namaste Peace out.

Shannon L. Alder
“The only real conflict you will ever have in your life won’t be with others, but with yourself.”
Shannon L. Alder

 

Monday, July 6, 2015

The Souvenir of Suffering: Or how a coffee mug changed my life.

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The essence of love and compassion is understanding, the ability to recognize the physical, material, and psychological suffering of others, to put ourselves "inside the skin" of the other.  We "go inside" their body, feelings, and mental formations, and witness for ourselves their suffering.  Shallow observation as an outsider is not enough to see their suffering.  We must become one with the subject of our observation.  When we are in contact with another's suffering, a feeling of compassion is born in us. Compassion means, literally, "to suffer with." - Thich Nhat Hanh         


          I know everyone who reads my blog has been waiting in eager anticipation for how hubby's and my first flying alone with out the kids vacation went.  Well simply put FRICKING AWESOME!!!  Not for obvious reasons however.
          I have shared in previous blogs the concept of suffering in Buddhism.  In most things Buddhist suffering is an ever evolving concept.  Recently I learned a couple of things, that may seem obvious to you, but for what ever reason was not clear to me. 
          In order to effectively help others suffering I first must be able to address my own.  This is done by being compassionate to my self first.  As a mom, retired Social Worker/child development person, wife, etc. this concept gets lost to me more often then sometimes I care to admit.  It is natural for me to put others first.  Sometimes almost a necessary evil.  How, you ask, does this relate to hubby and my vacation?  Well I'm glad you asked!  Here's how.
          Day of departure started off wonderfully.  Actually slept pretty good so getting up early to meet flight departure wasn't too bad.  Got my coffee, which is SUPER important to my being able to function, on any level...just sayin.  Son drove us to airport in Orlando, we beat all the traffic, and even had time to have a little breakfast, with more coffee, before getting on plane. 
         Going through security the family in front of us had 5 kids, with strollers, baby formula, lots of baggage requiring to be hand checked by security.  The poor dad looked lost, confused, and frazzled, Disney World was evidently not what he had expected.  Hubby commented to him, "your doing great, it gets easier." And winked at him.  Receiving in return a thankful smile from the dad.  
          We leisurely strolled to gate, holding hands, talking, smiling, laughing. Sat down to wait for the flight, people watching, it was nice. Then it happened, we weren't actually too surprised, because if you read We're Not In Kansas Anymore blog, you know that we prepare ourselves.  Flight delayed.  Ok no problem, if this is the worst thing we have to deal with then no biggy.  We're still together, and we're both super happy about a vacation with out kids; a break from our normal routines.  Hubby checked flight info and seemed to think that even with delay we should be able to meet our connecting flight in Houston. Then suddenly, unexpectedly the suffering started...
          Because I have never flown alone with hubby not in parent mode I had no idea that he really disliked waiting around in airports.  Even when he has his laptop.  As the lay over progressed he became more and more grouchy and detached.  His communication became shorter and shorter.  Every attempt I made at humor was returned with a slightly hostile look that said, "Really?  You thought that was funny?" 
           Then the second announcement of another delay. sigh... I took a deep breath and prepared my self.  Hubby and I walked to gate and was greeted by a grouchy woman who bit our heads off...something about dealing with other flights first, we apologized, smiled, walked back to our seats and waited. I took another deep breath, starting to feel at this point like I was surrounded by grouchy people.  I revved myself up for an undesignated amount of time with grouchy airport ridden husband, who should not be confused, by the way, with vacation hubby, they are two different people I have since learned. 
            Needing a break from deep breathing I decided to take a stroll down to an over priced airport store, got some water, chocolate, because even though I am anti- sugar these days the situation  called for chocolate, a cross word puzzle book, pencil, and then leisurely strolled back, eating my Snickers bar, to grouchy airport husband, breathing normally, people watching, and enjoying the break alone.  I returned to hubby and tried to engage him in crossword puzzles, no go.
          I finally, calmly, with a smile, mentioned that he could try to make the best of the situation and enjoy each others company.  It is as this point that he explained that he didn't like waiting around in airports and he did so much of it when we were younger when he traveled for work.  I said a silent thank you to the universe for omitting me from that portion of his life during that time of ours.  Finally we got the go ahead to board the plane.
          Before boarding we were ensured by a different, less stressed, pleasant desk person that we would make our connecting flight; they would make sure that there was a shuttle bus to meet us. The day started to look up again and hubby's mood got better.  We only had to deal with two seats, instead of three, so hubby and I could comfortably, and even a little excitedly, snuggle on the plane.  We joked about putting a blanket over us and seeing if we could get away with behavior that made us parents in the first place, but decided the plane was too crowded and it wouldn't be possible. So instead we both napped a little, I read, we got our drink and snack, talked, laughed, held each others hands most of the time, it was wonderful.  THEN we get to Houston.
          We knew things were turning to the dark side when a stewardess got on and made the announcement that there, "were a few people on the plane who had minute's to meet their connecting flights and could everyone else on the plane please allow these people to get off first; would the people who needed to get off immediately please raise their hands" and two thirds of the plane raised their hands.  sigh.... 
           I wondered how many of those people sat next to a talkative person they just couldn't take anymore? Or how many were seated next to the couple with two toddlers who took turns kicking seats and screaming and crying. Or how many just needed to stretch their legs?  The point being that we had 20 minutes to meet our flight, 15 of which required getting off plane, another ten needed to get to get to other side of Houston's airport in which the shuttle could only take us as far as the super sonic train which after getting off we needed to run, which felt like, another 40 miles to get to gate.  You do the math. 
          Hubby tried to run, I on the other had looked at the clock on my phone, did some math, which I can do now since college algebra, and thought nope, not going to happen.  To my husbands extreme frustration I decided I was not going to wear myself out for a flight that we were most obviously going to miss. Surprise, flight missed.  Persons at desk said we missed it by a minute or two, but the flight was no where in site, so probably more like 5-10 minutes as it was already on runway and taking off.
          I could see that hubby was going to try and blame me.  I ignored hobby's attitude, again, took a deep breath, and we began the track to customer service.  Customer service...HA! (as you can see this is where my mood starts to change.)  Hubby walks up to counter and shares our predicament.   The customer service people all look either angry, impatient, frustrated, and/ or frazzled...bad day for everyone I guess.  TO make a long story short all hotel rooms are booked because evidently there is a big storm system that is delaying everything...where is this storm system you ask well over Texas of course.
         I am an ex New Mexican and like all good residents of any state we dislike our neighboring state.  Michigander's don't like Ohio, Floridians don't like Georgia and New Mexican's don't like Texans.  Add that I have never cared for Texas; Its a boring state to drive through, has no rest stops,  too many armadillo's, strange politics, even stranger residents, its too big, has an iffy history, too hot and humid, and this is my short list, needless to say I was not happy to be stranded in Texas over night.  As far as I am concerned the only good thing to come out of Texas is the movie Giant with Elizabeth Taylor and Rock Hudson, neither of whom were any where in sight!  (I just noticed how much I relate states to a movie...interesting...)
         Then the girl behind the counter, whom I may add, resembled someone who I no longer relate with because, in a nut shell, she is bat crap crazy, tells us to check back in 30 minutes, all hotels are booked.  She hands us some food vouchers and gives us a smile that suggests to me that she too is crazy and won't be able to help us at all. 
         At this point it is after 11pm...everything is closed, so no food either!  pffftttt.....Like Kansas I hit my breaking point.  However, I am older now so I don't throw a fit, what I do do is turn, walk away from people with crappy attitudes, which is everyone as far as I am now concerned, go out to the hall, and, instead of picking a comfy chair, or bench, to sit in, plop my 53 year old slightly over weight ass on the floor, back against the wall, close to the ground, open my phone, and begin to play gems.  I have had enough....suffering has commenced.
         I sense hubby quietly coming out, he quietly approaches me like a lion tamer with no whip and asks, "you ok?"  I wanted to scream, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?!!!!  I just spent the last few hours with grouchy airport husband trying to make the best of a situation, then stuck in a plane with to many selfish people at one time, which, by the way, none of them are here so THEY must have made their flight THANK GOODNESS FOR THAT!  Wouldn't want anyone to suffer what we are! Ran across Houston airport, and by the way in case you have forgotten I HATE Houston and Texas and wanted a Atlanta lay over, to try and meet a flight that we had no  chance of meeting finally to be told that there are no hotel rooms...OF COURSE IM NOT OK!!!"  But I didn't.  Instead I just looked at him with the same look Ide been getting from him for most of the day and said, "I'm just tired and hungry."  
"We have food vouchers"
"EVERYTHING is closed Joe! I'm telling you now if we don't get a hotel room and I have to sleep in the airport over night I am not going to be nice to anyone, I've had enough. In fact I will go and check and see in 20 minutes if we have a hotel room these airport people can deal with me now!"
"Ok" he said with that tone of voice that suggests, but if you unleash hells fury on the poor customer service girl we most assuredly will not get a hotel room. 
          I gave him a look that made his looks of the last few hours run quickly in fear.  He momentarily got scared, I could see it, he was thinking oh god what did I do.  And then suddenly as quickly as he had come on airport husband was gone and replaced with hubby.  I wanted to cry and almost did.  Hubby looked at me and said, "It will be ok babe.  Come on lets take a walk and see if something is still open."  Buddha I love that man. 
          It was at this point that I went back to the customer service girl who reminded me of my ex crazy friend with tears in my eyes, looking tired, old, worn out, and fed up.  She felt compassion. We got a room; turns out she wasn't at all crazy and quite adept at her job. 
          I would like to share at this point, honestly, that the rest of the vacation was full of sunflowers, green chili, perfect weather, and laughter, and that the suffering ended when we got off the plane in New Mexico...but I can't.  There was an argument between hubby and I third day in, which come to find out from other vacationing friends of our age seems to be normal, where I almost flew back home.  An argument between son, and both, hubby and I.  And the trip ended with another cancelled flight and another night spent in New Mexico.  But all of that was over shadowed by...
          Seeing our daughter in law graduate from the University of New Mexico.  Seeing missed loved friends.  Spending mothers day with husband strolling happily through every single tourist trap I could find in Madrid.  Wonderful dinners with our son and his wife.  Spending time with our son and admiring the man he has become.  Seeing how happy, and successful, not only our eldest and his wife were doing, but all of his friends whom we have watched grow up into outstanding adult's.  And that cancelled flight home?  We got a hotel room, with room service and first class flights on the way home. YES the vacation was AWESOME!
Looking back now and remembering the first trip hubby and I had alone brought to mind a quote.

"The ocean of suffering is immense, but if you turn around, you can see the land.  The seed of suffering in you may be strong, but don't wait until you have no more suffering before allowing yourself to be happy.  When one tree in the garden is sick you have to care for it.  But don't overlook all the healthy trees.  Even while you have pain in your heart you can enjoy the many wonders of life...the beautiful sunset, the smile of a child, the many flowers and trees.  To suffer is not enough.  Please don't be imprisoned by your suffering." -Thich Naht Hanh The Heart of the Buddha's Teaching

         The Pith of the Matter.  If I had been more compassionate to my self at some point I would have realized that I am not in control of anyone else's happiness but my own.  And no one is in charge of mine.  I was walking the right path by staying optimistic, focused, compassionate and mindful.  Then at some point I decided that my happiness was contingent upon my hubby's being happy.  Or my sons, or my daughter in laws. or a plane flight, the strangers surrounding me, the food court, a hotel room...  The bottom line is that it is not. 
          It is not selfish to be happy when others may not be.  We do not have to suffer with others in order to feel  compassion. 

When we come into contact with the other person, our thoughts and actions should express our mind of compassion, even if that person says and does things that are not easy to accept.
We practice in this way until we see clearly that our love is not contingent upon the other person being lovable.-
Thich Nhat Hanh


 This does not mean we should avoid suffering.  But in order to understand others we first have to understand ourselves, our own reasons for our own suffering. The Buddha taught the truth of, "dwelling happily in things as they are" drishta dharma sukha viharin 
 
"If we touch the truth of suffering with our mindfulness, we will be able to recognize and identify our specific suffering, its specific causes, and the way to remove those causes and end our suffering." - Thich Nhat Hanh

          My family for some time now has been encouraging and supporting me to put myself first.  This is sometimes difficult when they want to be adults with out your "interference" (basically what they call being a mom) and in the same sentence are asking for money or a car to borrow.   Or when they lecture you that if you want a phone call you should make yourself available at all times to receive that call.  But hardly ever answer their own phone when you call them.  It is easy to be swayed into believing, especially with your grown adult children, that as parents we have a constant obligation to them.  To make sure that they are happy, to still try and protect them.  The urge to protect and ensure happiness as a parent never ends I think.  BUT I had an epiphany. 
          The thing that we give our adult children that they still need to learn, is allowing them to learn from suffering.  To not avoid it.  To not protect them from it.  To show them that when we deal with our suffering, to what ever degree, whether it is a delayed flight, or a missed phone call, or an addiction to something as simple as sugar, or the airport alter ego of someone you love and thought you knew everything about, you learn, change, and grow stronger.  You deal with the suffering.
           I brought back one tangible, material souvenir from our trip, a coffee mug, hand made, acquired on the mothers day outing in Madrid with hubby.  Every time I drink from it I think of that wonderful day spent with the man I have willingly bound my life to for the last 33 years and his alter ego the airport husband, both of which I now treasure.  The best souvenir I have of that time however is not anything I can hold in my hands.  It is something, instead, that I hold in my mind and heart.  It is learning that while vacations are a break from our day to day maintenance of life my expectations for them to be void of suffering were unrealistic.  Life will always have moments of suffering, the trick is to still get on that plane and keep moving forward to your destination looking for and sharing the joy.  Because in the end it is the joy that should be remembered and how you discovered it.  Just make sure you got your coffee first. ;) Namaste  Peace out

Love is the capacity to take care, to protect, to nourish. If you are not capable of generating that kind of energy toward yourself- if you are not capable of taking care of yourself, of nourishing yourself, of protecting yourself- it is very difficult to take care of another person. In the Buddhist teaching, it's clear that to love oneself is the foundation of the love of other people. Love is a practice. Love is truly a practice. [Shambhala Sun March 2006 ]
 

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Why Minions Are So Important

Warning the following content my be unsuitable for some people of all age groups.  Mindfulness is suggested.

          I found this website http://despicablememinions.org/minion-quotes/ I know that many of these saying are just recycled for the minions but something about a minion saying them makes me appreciate them more. Just because i smile
Then there's the one, that the minions don't cover, something about all the worlds a stage and we are merely players.  And something about how movies reflect life, not the other way around.  It all got me to thinking.       
We, hubby and I, and sons, have friends.  I know hard to believe but true.  We have friends that are not...hmmm...I will state this in a language many will understand, white.  Many of these friends we have known so long they are considered family.  We laugh, love, cry and get angry with them.
 http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/friend
          Recently I had lunch with a friend, one of my BFF's who I love and respect dearly.  We tell each other when to stop whining, to buck up and put on our big girl panties; when its ok to shed those panties and either substitute them for a nighty and a pint of Blue Bell ice cream, or with an awesome, get the hell out of the house, out fit instead.  The bottom line is we trust each other and feel safe to talk about anything and everything.  Recently we had a pretty intense discussion about what is happening in the United States these days concerning, what appears to be, the war between police and people of color. 
          Now, let me share, I try to stay neutral on many topics.  Viewing many things that take place around us in a neutral light enables me to stay compassionate to all concerned. Staying compassionate keeps me grounded and happy. Do I periodically vent off my anger and frustration? YES!  I understand that it is my human nature to do so in order to get to the place where I can be more useful to myself and others.
          In the end, however, I believe that we are all human; subject to all the same frailty's, and imperfections.  In the end I know it is frustrating sometimes to my friends, and family, when I site all sides of the picture, appearing to not take sides at all when they need, and, or want me to in support.  And for this I apologize.  I will explain something's using our current social crises to better share how my mind works. 
          My friend and I went out to lunch to a combination sushi, tai, Chinese place, sat down and began our visit.  At some point in the conversation my friend shared that she is afraid not only for herself, but for her adult son, who, has Asperger's.  This man, who has never harmed anyone, and is one of the sweetest human beings I have ever met, could be walking down the street, stopped by a cop, and having Asperger's, not be able to reply to questions, and then be possibly, violently tossed to the ground, ruffed up unnecessarily, detained, and put through an event that would, quite honestly, change his life, and the way he perceives it forever.  Honestly this scenario really doesn't happen to "white" people as often.  Fact.  And I felt, and feel, for my friend.  We are after all both mothers. (commonality)
https://www.americanprogress.org/issues/race/news/2012/03/13/11351/the-top-10-most-startling-facts-about-people-of-color-and-criminal-justice-in-the-united-states/
          I remember when recently my youngest was pulled over for driving with out a license.  My husband received a phone call from him while he was standing there with the cop.  Hubby drove up, talked to policeman and brought son home.  I guarantee that this does not happen as often with people of color.  I also know that this scenario is dependent on the environment.  What kind of neighborhood it is, or what kind of neighborhood a person comes from.  Which, as a retired social worker, I can tell you doesn't, and shouldn't, make a damn bit of difference.
 http://www.nhi.org/online/issues/143/beforekatrina.html
          YES there are neighborhoods out there where crime is so bad police will not enter a neighborhood.  In fact, many people who do not live in these neighborhoods will not enter them.  Even Social Workers.
           I remember watching something on TV. about gangs and hearing a story about a neighborhood in New Orleans that was so bad cops didn't go in unless they basically had an army with them.  Gunfire, deaths, drugs, abuse, etc. happened daily, and more than once a day.  The people who lived there were so lost that they didn't care to find another way of life, they didn't know where to begin, they were hopeless, it was, and still is in many neighborhoods across the country, about survival. When Katrina came through it demolished this neighborhood, New Orleans has never rebuilt it in hopes of replacing it with something better.
 http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/home?s=t
 http://www.myflfamilies.com/service-programs/abuse-hotline/frequently-asked-questions
          Now on one hand an argument could be made that this was home to many people, on the other hand, in the social work field, the definition of home does not really fit this area.  There is a part of me that is disappointed in the law enforcement, social workers, and government, even the people of the city of New Orleans for disserting the people of this neighborhood.  Isn't it their job of some of these agencies to put their lives on the line for the general public?  What is the definition of the general public? Isn't it our job as human beings to help where we can? I find it hard to believe that in that whole environment of this neighborhood there wasn't one person worth defending/ helping.  Then I remember hearing that this neighborhood was so bad, according to the experts, that if someone choose to live there it was because they had made the choice to engage in extreme unlawfulness, and high risk behaviors.  I also remember that sometimes I had to accept that their were people in the world that I couldn't help because they didn't want to be helped.  Many of these people didn't mind the life they lived, they were doing what they needed to do to live.  My daughter in law works with prostitutes.  First thing she learned before going out on the streets was not to try and change them; don't judge them, don't preach to them.  Just help them be safe in the choices they are making.  Let them know you are there.  I wonder tough if this particular neighborhood in New Orleans knew anyone was there for them?  For the record in case you didn't check out the site I linked, the neighborhood was black.
          Then I also remember that cops are human.  They have family's, friends, loved ones, a life, that they are responsible to and for.  So can we really judge?  I would defend someone I love to the death.  But a stranger?  Honestly I'm not sure.  I like to tell myself, and others, that if put in the situation to defend a stranger who is being treated unjustly I would, falling back on the fact that my Karma is in jeopardy.  A healthy selfish.  Perhaps this is the exact moment in time, and the reason for me, us, being on earth.  My actions change someone else's life.  I know that if I made a very brave decision to protect someone who is suffering, what ever the definition of suffering entails, my loved ones would know, and understand, why I put my life on the line.  They already have understood, and see that the choices I, and hubby and I have made together, and separately, have influenced our sons, and many others.  Which brings me full circle to the role of being a law enforcer. 
          My friend and I questioned the level of training many of these individuals are receiving.  My husband who has a tendency to go the opposite direction in thinking from me even said that many law enforcers are now considered to be little more than thugs themselves.  My eldest who works as a security guard, wears a bullet proof vest, and carries a gun does not want to go into law enforcement.  He said it is a shitty job.  My son should be one of those individuals who enters the law enforcement world.  He is patient, understanding, compassionate, and instead of reacting, he responds.  Hubby said that world (law enforcement) would convert him (our son).  Technically, as a mom, I don't want to see my son "converted", but what does that say about our perception of law enforcement? (commonality) I consider hubby, and I, our sons, our extended family, and friends all to be rationale, intelligent, wise people; of course I am biased.  So if we are distrustful of the law, what does it say about people with more, or less intelligence, and wisdom then us?
http://www.westernjournalism.com/todays-slave-mentality/
http://yourblackworld.net/2013/09/23/yassuh-massuh-13-ways-to-know-you-might-be-infected-with-a-slave-mentality/

          On the other hand a couple of years ago I had an African American Lit class taught by a worldly, well traveled, wise professor.  I had a love hate relationship with this guy.  On the one hand I completely agreed with many of his perspectives.  The idea of the slave mentality for instance.  This idea basically says that people of all colors think that all blacks are descended from slavery, and this just is not true.  In fact many persons now come from other country's, looking to get away from religious prosecution, political unrest, etc.  The exact same reasons many of us are here.  In my family my dad's side of the family left Europe during WW2.  They were polish and escaping Hitler.  We knew of a priest, from Poland, with numbers tattooed on his wrist.  My professor argued that in no other part of the world was there anything that was like America's history.  But I argue that pain is pain, suffering is suffering, hate is hate.  It is wrong in all and any of its forms.  (commonality)
          Imagine, however, if you are raised knowing one truth, but much of society treats you using a lie?  Human natures says it would make you angry.  It makes me angry.  Ignorance fuels more fear, and anger than anything else. (commonality)
http://www.highbeam.com/topics/race-riots-of-the-1960s-t10642
http://www.ourdocuments.gov/doc.php?flash=true&doc=97
http://www.equalrightsamendment.org/
http://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2015/04/history_repeats_itself_when_civilized_people_ignore_its_lessons.html
         NOW add another aspect.  Approximately 50 or so years ago is when the Civil Rights Document was passed.  A law dedicated to making us all equal even though the ERA was supposedly all ready in effect.  Equal education, equal politically, equal spiritually, but seriously this had not taken place. After 1964 riots broke out all over the country.  People angry that the laws were not applying to everyone, angry because laws had to be passed to make some people accountable to their actions in a country that basically was founded and built on fair principles.
        Many now, just like 50 years ago, stand up and preach in their loudest voice possible that the United States is one nation under god.  Intellectuals will tell you that this goes against freedom of religion.  One of the reasons many founding fathers left their country(s) in the first place. (commonality)
        If you can pay for a great education then you can get a great education; those of us who cant afford it go to public school, community colleges etc.  While I believe that at one time it was possible to acquire a career based on experience and wisdom, now much more is being put on education the majority of Americans cannot afford.  People fresh out of college are landing jobs that once upon a time required wisdom.  Leaving many of us with out a career. (commonality)
       Has there been progress?  YES of course.  Things are definitely different from when I was a kid and riots took place all over the nation...or have they?  Are we not we kind of seeing the same kind of thing all over again? Everyone pointing the finger at someone else?  The law enforcers saying that there is no understanding for the stresses of their job.  People of color saying that they are being treated unfairly.  And everyone in-between taking different sides in general.  Everyone agreeing that fear is running amok thanks to the media, who supposedly is only doing their job reporting the facts when the fact is that they never pay as much attention to police who do great things, they never pay as much attention to people of color who make a difference for everyone and are out standing role models for all of us, and what about all the other in- between people who are just involved in the day to day maintaining of life that many of us know is what makes the world truly turn.  At the end of the day we silently pat ourselves on the back even when no one else does.  (commonality)
      Hubby has said often that we need to look past the drama of every situation to what the real issue is.  What is going on now sure is taking the heat off education issues, medical issues, the economy, etc.  Things that we all have in common. What we all have in common is that we all struggle, we all feel the fear, anger, compassion, etc.  Instead of looking at and for the differences we should be looking for the things that make us the same that should be our focus.  I often wonder what awesome changes could take place in this nation if everyone stood together for the same causes. (like a minion?)
        To my friends and family who think that I am not taking a side let me tell you this.  If, and when, you ever need me to stand up for you and state that this person is a wonderful, intelligent, compassionate person worthy of respect I will be the first person in line.  Because the side I take is love.  Compassion, and understanding.  While I do not in any shape or form agree with many of the tactics used by some of the cops who have recently been in the news, I do not think this applies to every cop.  I also do not think that they should be dealt with any less compassion then the persons on the others side who scream for justice.  Everyone is loosing here. 
       There are many persons out there screaming for justice who have engaged in many degrees of injustice.  They have challenged the law, not in productive, respectful ways, but in flat out, fact based breaking of the law.  My problem with the media is not that they report news, it is the fact that they omit much of the facts until it is too late. Greying everyone's perspective.  Shouldn't good reporting state both sides factually?
          We are all feeling the effects of a system that seems to be struggling.  Laws that appear to work for some but not for others.  IN order for justice to truly work everyone needs to be involved.  I would love to ask the white guy who stood and watched the cop throw a young black female to the ground when she was only acting like a teenager why he didn't step up and say," wooooaaaaa lets all take a deep breath here."  Kind of makes me wonder if he was afraid too?  Which also makes my mind naturally thank the media once again.  Who should also be held more accountable for their actions.  There is nothing in freedom of speech, and freedom of press is kind of vague, that says we have to agree with what someone says, or even how they say it.
http://legal-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/Freedom+of+Speech
http://legal-dictionary.thefreedictionary.com/Freedom+of+the+Press
          Don't get me wrong I think we all should know about these things, but isn't there a better way to report the news then using drama and emotion?  But then reporters are human too.  So basically what we are dealing with is a whole lot of human nature?  Perhaps this is a test?  To see if humans are going to give into the hate and fear or if they will follow the path of love and compassion? 
         There were a couple of men I saw on the news one a Baptist Pastor the other a lawyer, both fairly young men, younger then me anyways, not exhibiting anger or righteous indignation, stating the facts simply, logically and respectfully.  There was no reason for a cop to shoot and kill a twelve year old boy outside a community center.  Uh hello people, as a retired social worker I can tell you that if a neighborhood has a community center I guarantee that it is a neighborhood that cares!!!  Truth!!  Anyone and everyone who enters this neighborhood should go in with respect, not fear.   But what makes someone so fearful as to shoot a 12 year old?  There are no real clear answers.  And why is that by the way?  Why cant we find clear answers?  Something to think about.
        What we are also seeing is the universe trying to show us that the laws need to change.  The old way of thinking is not working.  Those riots 50 some years ago?  Many of the people who experienced those times are now in their 50s. 60s and older.  We are seeing a generation who is use to one way of life not understanding that the world is changing.  That the world needs to and should change. These are also some of the people who have taught distrust, discrimination and prejudice to some of the younger people who are fighting and challenging the system now because these peoples who grew up 50+ years ago were themselves taught distrust, fear and anger. Which brings me to the love hate relationship with that professor. 
        People I will state this very matter of fact.  There is no such thing as reverse discrimination.  Discrimination is discrimination.  Hate is hate.  It doesn't matter who does it to whom, it is wrong in every form, simple as that. 
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/hate?s=t
 http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/discrimination?s=t
These definition's do not recognize a color.  No one is better or worse, it is what it is.
        I personally for one am intrigued about what the end result will be of everything that we are seeing now.  My sons and their friends do not see the world as we did.  Interracial marriages are not the big deal that they were when I was young. Now I am not saying that there are still not people out their who have the "slave" mentality, on any and all sides.  What I am saying is that things have gotten better and they will continue to do so.  Big changes never take place with out some kind of turmoil from one degree to another.  And change on a huge grand scale takes time. 
        I remember once teaching my sons about change.  Individually and even with in a family it is easier to look at change as something that should take place with in a reasonable amount of time, however a reasonable amount of time is defined for an individual and or family.  In a family everyone works together, supports each other, supposedly anyways.  If we don't have that family we make a support system close to us filled with people we trust.
        BUT when it gets to the level of a neighborhood, a city, a state, a country, the world, those changes can take decades, even century's.  Its hard to get a society to understand the benefits of everyone understanding that in the end we are all just humans. Subject to all the same feelings and needs.  We all want to feel loved, appreciated, respected.  Its really that simple in the end.  But as humans we need to make things easy.  So we immediately go to anger, hate and fear.  AND the people who know how to use anger fear and hate to manipulate society rule the world.  I ask what my husband asks under these condition's, what are we really being distracted from?
        Something else to consider. I'm not a expert or anything, BUT in most spirituality's I'm pretty sure that if you give into negative emotions your siding with what is considered to be, addiction, suffering, the devil, bad Karma, and all the others bad influences in life that make us un-whole.  Hate is anti spiritual.  Anger is anti spiritual. (commonality) Just saying.... Even if you don't subscribe to spirituality and choose a more intellectual path it is not very smart to partake in anything that is mainly emotionally fueled and based.  It distracts us from being rational.
        Here is the Pith of the Matter.  I personally choose not to participate and or support the anger, hate, and or fear that many seem to be feeling now a days.  I had a moment of concern that I would loose many of my dear friends over what is taking place all over the country.  But then I remembered.  We are friends for a reason.  What we have in common. 
         My friend shared that sometime she feels like a person with out a country.  She doesn't fit in with the ghetto mentality, and she is an educated, single mother of color.  Let me tell you people she is up there in her wisdom.  I was thinking though, she is not a person with out a country.  Because if many of us are trying to work towards the same thing, a country where we respect each other, can live with out fear, live with hope, love, compassion, etc. we all ready have a great start with our friendship.  And that is what I will hold on to with every thing that I am.  I belong to her country. I do not let those few loud people on the news, Facebook, etc. influence my feelings about whom I choose to include into my life.  I for one find it sad that so many out their can be wrongly influenced allowing themselves to be swayed from love, compassion and respect.  I will always focus on what we have in common.  Being moms, being social workers, being teachers, being parents, being spiritual, being helpful, being kind, being compassionate humans who love the Minions.  So much harder and so much more worthwhile. 
          Maybe we could take a lesson from the Minions?  Blindly follow our evil leaders with a sense of humor and accidently killing them along the way, just simply by doing the right thing.  Always looking for someone else to follow, and in the end just doing the right thing, teaching small lessons along the way and having fun doing it.
Namaste Peace out
(PS.. disclaimer- I in no way meant that I, or anyone should some how put an end to any of our leaders, or anyone's perceived leaders.  I don not advocate violence in any form.  I do not advocate or support hate in any form.  I simply meant stay true to yourself, follow your spirituality, and in the end the path, the "way" will be known.  Use love, compassion and kindness to all always.  Sad that I needed to include this isn't it.....)

When you truly don’t care

Thursday, April 23, 2015

I Dont Think We're In Kansas Anymore

  Image result for cow clipart      

  
M.F.K. Fisher 
“I think that when two people are able to weave that kind of invisible thread of understanding and sympathy between each other, that delicate web, they should not risk tearing it. It is too rare, and it lasts too short a time at best....”
M.F.K. Fisher, The Art of Eating: 50th Anniversary Edition
tags: love, vacation

          In 33 years of being in a relationship with hubby this is the first year that he and I will be taking a flying vacation alone...seriously...I know, don't judge.  He and I have flown with the kids, I've flown with the kids, I've flown alone, he's flown alone, but he and I have never taken a trip on a plane together.  He and I have taken trips together, although not many, for as most parents know, and understand, especially if you are family's who have made the choice to live in a different state from extended family, it is not only hard to find people to care for your kids whom you trust, but it can also get expensive.  Most vacations were family vacations and usually, well really about 98% of them, were driving 1800+ miles back to what ever town, or city, in which ever state, and visiting family.  One such trip took place about 19 years ago when my sister was getting married and has been the definition for how our trips usually took place, and the model for how to keep the same thing NOT from happening again. 
          It started as most trips do with planning out a route and time line; always planned out by hubby, who at the time needed to power drive, three days there, non stop, sleep on side of road, kind of traveling.  He and I tag teaming the driving, kids can sleep in the back, eat on the road either from a cooler, or at cheap inexpensive drive threw fast food places.  We fill gas tank here, and here, and here.  Rest stops should only take about 10 minutes, get in do your business, get back in car, don't worry about taking time to wash hands, the youngest will just play in water and waste time, keep wipes in car instead.  Kids need exercise?  Let them run at warp speed through parking lots on their way to bathroom.  I am of course slightly over exaggerating, but not much. 
          The trouble came when we got to Kansas, in our family's traveling experience all bizarre trip events take place in Kansas.  Kansas is where we were driving in the middle of the night, not passing a soul on the road for hours when suddenly, "was that a cow?' 
 "I think so." 
"Should we call it in?"
" To who the cow police?"  Kept on driving.  
Kansas is where hubby and I watched a funnel cloud consider dropping to the ground while the boys slept peacefully in the back seat, us discussing what, where, when and how to deal with a possible tornado.  Kansas is where we stopped at a truck stop, listened to a trucker tell us a joke that couldn't be repeated to our sons, and where the boys and I rebelled against hubby's time line, sitting on the curb slowly eating and drinking a snack, while hubby clapped hands saying, "lets go lets go lets go we're burning day light people."
          The best thing that happened is what we have now fondly named Moms psychotic Kansas break down.  We had been driving for so long no one can quite tell you how long anymore, the time changes depending on who tells the story.  I say forever, Joe says about 16 hours, the kids don't care.  It was late at night, it was so dark I don't remember a moon or stars of any kind...just dark.  I was to tired to take over the driving, and Joe was too tired to continue driving.  So we pulled over in the middle of no where in the dark. When I say the middle of no where I mean THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE.  No farm houses with a single candle burning in the window any where to be seen to break up the dark, just dark. 
          The only thing to be heard were crickets and an occasional cow mooing.  The smell was...cow.  Here's the thing about Kansas that no one tells you, the whole state seems to be some kind of strange bizarre cow culture...seriously...its strange especially for someone who appreciates a good steak only once, or twice, a year but that's it as far as the cow adoration.  Even as a Buddhist, which is the spirituality closest to Hinduism, I don't get cows; wandering the streets and letting them into your homes.  I just don't get it. 
          I am also a Wizard of Oz fan, actually LOVE the movie, so Kansas was a disappointment for me.  No one walking around in shiny red shoes with a cute little dog saying," there's no place like home there's no place like home."  AND if there had been I would have replied something like, "Girrrlll you need to get out more."
          Any who....At the time we were driving a big Ford truck.  We pulled over, Hubby and youngest opted to sleep in back of truck, it was a nice night to sleep under the stars...what ever...it was dark, there were NO STARS.  Eldest stretched out in back seat, and I laid front seat back a far as it would go and tried to get comfortable, try being the operative word.  I laid there trying to be relaxed and Zen about the whole trip.  What a treat to sleep on the side of the road like this!  These are the memory's that vacations were made of! (HA!) 
Once again time stopped and for ever dragged on.  (Insert theme to wicked witch of the west song here) The only thing marking the passing of time was the sounds.  First I could hear the slow rhythmic breathing of my eldest falling asleep, then a little bit of snoring, then my husband starting snoring, loud, which made the crickets get louder.  I tried to do some deep breathing, focusing on the sound of my breath, but soon I had three males snoring. The crickets chirping louder just to spite me and because evidently they couldn't be heard over the snoring, and then the cows started.  One cow some where off in the distance moo'd.  Well that was it.
          I would like to at this point gloss over what happened next, try to make it sound better than what actually happened, making myself look, and sound, like some perfectly centered, easy going, person, but I cant.  I suddenly opened the door, jumped out of the truck screaming," IVE HAD ENOUGH IM GOING HOME!"  And started walking in the direction I knew we had just come from.  It didn't matter that we were thousands of miles form home, I wanted my bed, I wanted my pillows.  I could sense, more then see, that I had woken all the snoring males, quieted all the chirping crickets, and scared the mooing cow. Perhaps at this point they were all regretting their decision to put their sleep over mine!?! 
          My husband leaped over the tale gate of the truck in one fluid movement that the boys and I have not before, or since, seen him do; ran up to me immediately, wrapped me in the standard hug slash hold move he knew to use when I needed to be calmed, and soothingly said," OK we will find a motel I will even get you room service in the morning."  He packed, and buckled, the boys back into the truck, speaking in slow even tones so as not to spook me, and we drove to some hotel I don't think anyone remembers, or cares, what the name of it was; all I know is that there were pillows and I slept. I have since been trolled mercilessly for the last 19 years over my behavior. 
         The Pith of the Matter is good things did come out of that experience...surprisingly.  Hubby got dubbed the road commando, the boys sided with me on how horrible the road commando is to deal with, cancelling out some of my behavior, because, well he drove me to it...get it?  Drove me to it...hehe... yeah.  On every vacation since we got hotel rooms, with pools, and room service, because simply put, if the wife/mom is happy on vacations everyone is. 
           Now hubby and I still take the majority of our vacations to visit family, it is usually our son who lives in New Mexico with his wife.  But we fly, alone.  So I can fall asleep on his shoulder, which will always be better then my pillow, and snore, and even drool a little if I want.  We take long lay overs so we can eat in between, and stroll leisurely from one gate to the next.  We make sure to make the time to observe our surroundings, enjoying all the sights, sounds and smells, but mostly enjoy each others company.  We hold each others hands, we kiss each other in public, and smile at the family's running like chickens with their heads cut off, yelling at each other, "there's no place like home!" instead of strolling like a cow on the side of the road in Kansas.  Each of us thankful we are not in Kansas anymore.  Looking back now that cow was a sign. 
 Namaste  Peace out

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E.A. Bucchianeri
“It was exciting to be off on a journey she had looked forward to for months. Oddly, the billowing diesel fumes of the airport did not smell like suffocating effluence, it assumed a peculiar pungent scent that morning, like the beginning of a new adventure, if an adventure could exude a fragrance.”
E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

Monday, March 30, 2015

Appliances Should Be Pretty :Or My Husband the Electronic God- A Love Story

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Nikola Tesla
“Invention is the most important product of man's creative brain. The ultimate purpose is the complete mastery of mind over the material world, the harnessing of human nature to human needs.”
Nikola Tesla, My Inventions


          Just bought a new toaster.  Old one was highly uncooperative to the point that everyone in the family, except hubby, because all electronic devices heed his bidding and cower in fear if he just enters a room, had to stand holding the button down until toast was browned to the designated color you didn't choose.  So I packed up hubby one day and made him go to the store to help me pick out a new toaster, because, after all, I figure if anything goes wrong with anything electronic it is his fault that it is not functioning properly and he must be held accountable.  One-He is the man and its what I keep him around for, two-I didn't want to go by myself, and three-he is after all the electronic god and that speaks for itself. 
          So we get to store and take, what my hubby will describe as, "days", walking around looking for toasters, because like other appliances around the house you just don't really need to buy them that often so the location of said appliance(s) is not obvious to anyone as soon as you walk in a store.  Well after wandering around aimlessly for "days" we found toasters; they were in the "small appliances" section of the store, which we would have noticed if we had looked up, or even turned right instead of left, but I did my job most excellently of diverting and distracting him so I could browse, and spend more time with him doing something that all females love, shop.
          There was a whole section of toasters of every kind.  I immediately say,"ooooo" and make a bee line to anything that had red on it.  Then stopped, and politely asked hubby if he had any preferences, he replied, "A toaster is a toaster babe."  Which is not, as all women can attest to, true.     
          Like all appliances they all serve specific functions.  (Which my husband knows by the way and if given the chance will explain in detail.)  Knobs, lights, levers all are different.  Settings are different. Colors are different, size as in actual, and how much of what ever they are suppose to produce, do due to their size, is important.  MOST importantly don't be fooled when your husband says something like, "A toaster is a toaster babe" kind of bullshit."  He will say that because, 1-he wants to stop the shopping experience as soon as possible, 2-He is trying to feign support for your choices to end the shopping experience as soon as possible.  The last toaster I brought home he complained about until such time that he brought that particular electronic device to its knees and it bent (or burnt) to his will.  But I am in a place, having grown sons now, and am no longer a "mommy" so I figure I can get the toaster that I want,  hubby will just end up bonding with it at some point and it wont matter.  A toaster will actually just be a toaster...to me.
          He did point out some really manly stainless steel models that I half looked at but sorry there were two red ones and I was really leaning towards that combination stainless steel and red retro 50's toaster that will look pretty in the kitchen.  It has little blue lights that designated whether its just toasting toast, toasting a bagel, or a gluten free item.  Its warms, defrosts, and has a cancel button so I won't, in frustration when realizing that the reason the toast is taking so long is because I didn't reset browner lever after husband asked toaster to burn something for him, scream the scream of uncooperative electronic frustration causing the electronic God to disengage from bonding with another electronic item else where in the home and come running.  By the way hubby will insist that he put lever back, and being the loving wife of 30 something years I believe him; I believe the electronics will reset themselves when no one is looking back to where hubby wants them either out of fear of retribution from the electronic god, or out of adoration for him.  Which reinforces that a toaster is not just a toaster babe.  As you may have already guessed I got that toaster with all the pretties, while the hubby is saying, "are you sure there is that other red one."   
          I have often picked out appliances mostly based on looks. When we moved into the house we got a new washer and dryer.  Big beautiful red front loaders, they sing, whistle, and do every pretty thing known to the female kind to better support us in that worse chore of chores, laundry.  Those two  particular electronic devices only ever misbehave when hubby is absent from the house.
          My computer, TV., and phone, periodically get "quirky" and I'm saying that lightly; even though they are MINE, and I will talk kindly, and lovingly to them, and try everything that I know to encourage their cooperation they will stop working, from time to time, until hubby gets home.  Then most of the time all he has to do is enter the room and they start working.  Pisses me off....just sayin, cause then it looks like the electronic uncooperativeness was all in my head.  Like when I use to take my kids to the doctors with fevers that would disappear as soon as I walked through the doctors office door!  Seriously?  WTF?
          Sometimes I engage in a conversation with the electronics/appliances that goes something that is equal to how I use to warn my sons when they were little.  "If you don't start getting to work now I'm going to have to tell your father."  Which I hated doing because I felt like I was relinquishing power/discipline to hubby.  But honestly, sometimes kids/electronics and appliances listen better to the hubby/father image.  For the record I can share this scenario will work with kids but not electronics.
          The other day I'm purchasing new glasses, the kind that help you see, not the ones for drinking.  The woman helping me is explaining, cant remember how we got on the topic, that her puter hasn't worked correctly since her ex left the house.  Makes you think.   Just sayin.....
          I know a couple of females who are pretty knowledgeable with puter's, one of which does all the electronic bonding with her, and her husbands, appliance's etc. instead of him.  But in that house there is only one person, and I think in most houses their is one person who really bonds with the electronic stuff. 
         I can also point out that the electronics sense when someone is getting old.  Technically my husbands electronic alpha-ness is slowly switching to our sons, especially our youngest.  Who seems to have a much more gentle, persuasive hand in dealing with electronics.  He is truly the car god in our family, all he has to do is stand near a vehicle, listen to them, pat their trunk, or lovingly rub his hand down the side of one and they respond.  My eldest has a way with people, he gets that from me, (she says with more than a little pride.)  He just stands there looking all confident, and manly, and people, especially kids, respond, and exit to the nearest door calmly. ;)  My gift you ask?  Well I am the Goddess.  Isn't that enough?  ;P
          The Pith of the Matter here is- when you are not the person in the family who is able to get the inanimate electronic appliances, of all shapes, sizes, kinds, and colors, in your home to do your bidding then it pays to make sure that they are pretty.  Because the chances of you, in frustration, rage quitting, and then throwing the new toaster to the ground, across the room, or beating the crap out of it with a hammer, are slimmer when you can look at it, stroke it fondly, and say, "your so pretty, Ill be patient and wait until your God gets home."  So don't be swayed and allow functionality to over ride beauty when picking out appliances for your home.  Like all relationships, or most anyways, you will have to live with said appliance for many years, it should be pretty.  My husband is nice to look at....just sayin.  ;)


 
“He (Comings) has in the past performed successful energy-converting experiments, creating a ringing resonance by injecting certain frequencies into piezo-electric crystals. When the crystal was in resonance with the plenum of space, the power output rose significantly higher than the input. He concluded that, if allowed politically, such discoveries could guide humankind in building a completely clean energy infrastructure -- resonant technologies that allow us to live in harmony with the universal energy field and the Earth.”
Jeane Manning, Breakthrough Power: How Quantum-Leap New Energy Inventions Can Transform Our World    

Villiers de L'Isle-Adam
“Brunettes are full of electricity.”
Villiers de L'Isle-Adam, Tomorrow's Eve
 
Gordon Parks
“Enthusiasm is the electricity of life. How do you get it? You act enthusiastic until you make it a habit.”
Gordon Parks