As we come closer together
I wonder
Is there any more need for poetry?
Does it obscure more than it shows?
Is it a light or is it shadow?
More connections live in metaphors
Keeping the mystery alive
Yearly Archives: 2012
Freedom, emotion, and statistics :-)
Fascinating discussion being had today as part of my Intro to Sociology course taught by a Princeton professor (www.coursera.org). It’s bringing up some concepts I’ve been meditating on recently, namely freedom, complicated environments, and probabilities.
Pavel, a student from Siberia noted the Stalin quote: “The death of one man is a tragedy. The death of millions is a statistic.” Pavel asked, “Why doesn’t our government, when communicating with its people, tell the story of one woman and her tragedies, rather than quoting statistics?”
I thought, Barack Obama did this very well. He understands that most people lead simple lives and are more touched emotionally by drama than by statistics! This is also what CNN understands and the rest of the media, entertainment businesses, cable TV, advertising, etc. DRAMA, DRAMA, DRAMA!! People are very comfortable/familiar with drama. This is also where Kerry went wrong. Once you become very educated, you can lose touch with the emotional side and the drama of life. I feel I have the best of both worlds. I feel very educated, but it leads me to a place of reverence, poetry and beauty, as if I get to attend a private studio session with God and watch him work on a great work of art. That to me is sociology. Those less emotionally inclined (or I might argue, emotionally repressed) would say that information would lead you to a place of dry statistics.
The essay we read said that people feel trapped by their circumstances until they develop a sociological imagination. Until we can have an understanding of the environment which brought about our circumstances, we can feel that we are victimized, or have fewer options.
The flip side of entrapment, of course, would be freedom, and empowerment.
It was nice to see the entire spectrum covered. It seems, the less you know, the more drama you experience in your life, the more fearful you will be of the unknown forces that are rocking your little boat on the big ocean. However, on the other end of the spectrum, when you fully understand all the reasons for interplay in your environment, you can become an unbiased observer, free from the confusion of emotional entanglements (but I would argue that emotions are another source of information to be understood).
The professor noted that it is necessary to learn more about your environment so that you can decipher truth from illusion. Some of the other students later brought up the question of how much of society is illusion and how much is truth. So if we agree that illusions are mostly conceived in fear, traps, and ignorance, then truth can be found in the domain of courage, freedom, and education.
That’s about all I have energy for today :-)
Moving On
So this garage sale today ended up being somewhat therapeutic. I was able to sell a lot of things I’ve had packed as storage from my former life as an engineer 6+ years ago. Specifically, I parted with a lot of kitchen stuff that I was always saving up for that special someone I would move in with who might need my kitchen supplies.
I also decided to part with my “library”, a heavy collection of books I’ve enjoyed during and since college. I was happy to pass so many on to their new owners, figuring they will do the world much more good in others’ possesion. It was cool to see the dozens and dozens of books laid out, kind of exposing the stuff I had been feeding my brain the past decade. A lot of books on spirituality, wealth-building, government/spy/economics/crime novels, various religious texts as well as anti-relgious texts, poetry books, and classics/assigned reading in college, nutrition/diet, and landscaping/plants.
In a way, it feels like I’m trusting the universe to provide a wonderful future for me and that I don’t really have to hold onto much.
I’m in a giving phase, and it feels good.
I was visited by John Avalos, who I enjoyed chatting with and sharing the blueberry-mint lemonade I had made earlier in the day. I signed his petition for superintendent and remarked that I had voted for him for mayor and was sorry that he hadn’t won. I also met several other neighbors and members of the neighborhood watch committee, which I became a member of. I also rememeber remarking to Avalos that I guess I’m finally accepting that I “live” in the Excelsior. I had only planned to live here about 3 months, for the past 5 years. I still really enjoy it here and will probably keep settling in and letting a couple more roots grow out.
To moving on….
Definition of Paranoia
Paranoia is the compiling of and focus on observed synchronous factors in support of a fear-based hypothesis.
Life Lessons
Lessons becoming very clear today:
1. Never be too proud to work a job “beneath” your level of education. Supervisor at valet job commented he was doing payroll this week, I thanked him in advance, and he said, “Thank YOU, for working. Because you are willing to work, I get paid to supervise and do payroll.”
I thought that was pretty cool.
2. We intuitively know what others need, we have to create the peaceful, quiet, receptive environment in which desires can surface and be met with completion. This is a natural process which takes time, time that is normally rushed in a work week full of tasks and activities. There is a certain pace which is more conducive to individuals coming together to get their needs met. This rhythm is most easily found when immersing oneself in nature, i.e., tuning out of routine noises and tasks and tuning into the rhythms of the breezes, birds chirping, water falling, etc.
3. You can choose the interpretation of your experience of life as either a victim of your environment, or a master of your environment. The truth is somewhere along the spectrum. But if you act as though you are the master of your environment, you make it more so. This is because you take responsibility for any outcomes you see around you and work to change everything within your power to suit your vision of happiness. Conversely, one who blames and criticizes his/her environment gives power to the environment and makes the victim more impotent.
Live powerfully!
Not Really Strangers
Cleaning my room today, found this “birthday card” a stranger in a coffee shop made for me and came over to my table to deliver.
Inside: “From M & L”
Awesome.
Whoever you are :)
Burn With Me
Under the full moon
Full, like my heart
Bright, like our future
The world is my playground
Just when life couldn’t possibly get any better
It does and it did
And I’m here filled with joy
And now you’re all coming
To share in the feast
We’ve been preparing in my mind
And like Marshall Mathers
I never dreamt in a million years i’d see
So many
Who share the same views
And the same exact beliefs
Like a gathering of fuel
For a huge, sacred fire
Cleaning out my attic
Time for a contemplative post. I tend to get thoughtful when I’m sick, in this case a throat irritation, probably from breathing in dust/animal waste cleaning out the attic the past 2 days.
On my mind these days are relationships, romantic ones. I’m more and more beginning to identify with polyamory, which to me means that love isn’t necessarily something that needs to be shared/deepened with just one person in your life. I’m finding I have the capacity to love more than one man/woman romantically and doing so is quite satisfying, delightful, and enlightening.
Developing relationships in parallel gives me the opportunity to stay fresh (I can tend to lock into routine/staleness as a default with someone who is always accessible) and work on being the kind of lover and friend I want to be from different angles. It’s wonderful to feel free to meet whomever delights you and see where that relationship may take you. I find that the best-fitting relationships take me closer to myself and my already-good relationships, and the not-so-good ones tend to just fizzle.
I’m still working on issues like judging others for whom they’re seeing and why, or twinges of jealousy, but with self-examination I’m getting glimpses of my hypocrases and slowly becoming more cool and comfortable just going with the flow.
I think that in the past I have not been very discriminatory about who I dated, in the sense that I wasn’t strong enough in my own sense of my needs that I was willing to ask and receive what I wanted/needed out of relationships. I feel I’m getting more authentic in expressing what I’m feeling and not trying to be so passive/observant (another default).
Drought/Intensity Cycles – LOVE LOVE LOVE
So I was at my friend’s house the other day, recounting a story about how I had stayed with a boy for nine days overseas, and how trying it was, considering I had NEVER been overseas really (with someone I was very attracted to) and NEVER had “lived” with someone for more than five days in a row.
After getting over her shock that a woman of 32 years had never lived with a man for more than 5 days, she proposed that, perhaps, it explained the importance I place on having as much quality bedtime with a lover as possible. Perhaps, I’m in the habit of devouring someone as soon as I see them, because I’m basically a love anorexic who spent at least nine years in a long-distance relationship, creating a pattern of periods of no physical contact interspersed with periods of intense affection. In fact, that was a pattern in most of my relationships after the first serious one in college (that broke my heart!).
There may be something to that. Someone asked me the other day if I think I have intimacy issues. That was a tough question to answer, mostly because I feel I am a very open-hearted person with a lot of love to give, and I’m always trying to be more honest and assertive in my relationships. But the fact that I keep finding myself in (and accepting) relationships which fall into a pattern I may be used to from childhood (daddy issues? starting in junior high, dad used to go away for 2+ weeks at a time to work and come home for a couple of days) makes me wonder if there isn’t something I find familiar and comforting about the drought/intensity scenario.
I guess I need long-distance rehab or something! HELP!!
But I just turned a boy down who couldn’t see me at all for 4 weeks, so I think I’m making progress, haha.
I don’t want to overanalyze this (I just realized that the word “analyze” contains “anal”, haha, over-digested), but if I really do want someone who is going to make love to me twice a day, I should stop accepting relationships that provide that once every 3-4 weeks. But….I dunno. Part of me is enjoying getting to know myself via seeing different people (different mirrors), which requires you having the SPACE to see other people, i.e. NOT making love to the same person twice a day. So, basically, I need something inbetween, so maybe I’m right where I need to be.
I hate my brain sometimes. But love my life. Life is amazing.
Drunk on Love
Blown away
She must love me closer than skin
Deeper than bone
Your love breaks my heart open
Erasing my mistakes
I cry
Tears of gratefulness
In this moment we are free, in each other
We are free, for each other
We give thanks
And wonder,
As we fly away,
Drunk on love’s nectar,
Just how incredibly beautiful the next flower will be