Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Bearers of Good Will

"The pendulum of the mind swings between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong."
             -Carl Jung

In the last couple of days, had I deposited a nickel in some jar every time I heard someone talk about "right and wrong" or "good and bad" in the context of Osama Bin Laden's death and capture, I would very well be on my way to owning that Lamborghini I have been wanting! I am terrified by the callousness and insensitivity that is driving the celebration of the loss of a man's life--Osama or not!

I was inspired to capture this in the blog because it doesn't even appear that people are celebrating for the right reasons, if such a thing exists in this realm. Folks are running around in the streets not because of the potential and opportunity for peace and unification that this instance has provided, but because a "bad" man is dead. I cringe at the thought because as I watch American news anchors describe the terror that Osama instilled and the lifelessness he left in his path, I think about the turmoil, pain, violence, and havoc we leave in our paths everyday, especially as a nation masquerading as bearers of good will in places like Libya, Yemen, Nigeria, Saudi Arabia, Egypt, to name a few. We have very short attention spans and soon forget that America and Americans are often perceived as evil tyrants in many nations across the globe-we are the "BAD" man.

So as I watch people celebrate death and killings, and hear young children barely old enough to spell their names correctly, chant in laughter and glee because another man's life is lost, I writhe in my own skin and fear that we are fostering hatred--mini tyrants who may one day, shun difference or become intolerant pushers of bigotry and prejudice. We celebrate in the name of good/bad and right/wrong, and yet, disregard the fact that these dualities are often entirely based on perception and the lenses through which we observe the world--they are on opposite ends of the same spectrum. What makes sense to one may be nonsense to another, and yet, to call one thing right and the other wrong, may be arbitrary and rooted in some kind of false sense of being.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

W .edge. D

Desire

      Willingness

                        Faith(ful)ness

                                             Hoping

                                                        Enduring  Patiently

                                                        Compromise
                                                        Doubt
                                                        Insecurity
                                                        Irrational
                                                        Fear
                                                        Faithless
                                                       Ambivalent
                                                       Stand Still--Removed from You
                                                                                                       
                                                                                       Exit Wound

                                                                                                      Reflective

                                                                                        Acceptance

                                                          Peeling the Layers

                                   Transforming

  Hopeful and Fearing

                                                   Breathing Mine Own Breaths

The Art of Love-Making

I grew up learning that Love is Patient, and Love is Kind; My Mother molded this notion into me-into different states of consciousness-I watched the practice of love unfold, manifest, and come into being within the spheres I took up space-my Sunday School teacher even repeated this intuitive, practical stance-yet in some moments, it seemed so foreign; still does!

While I have come to embody the imperfect art of love-making-of love creation in my heart, the piece that I sometimes am challenged by-the piece with which most of us struggle-is the notion and fact that Love does not insist on its own way; this point, my Sunday School teacher did not do such a great job embedding into my being-not because I do not buy into this concept, but because when I am busy compromising, who else is meeting me half way? And when does the art of compromise become an impediment in one's own world-a deleterious gene that mutates our circumstances-that morphs our selves--that shakes our understandings of who we are at the core?

Butterfly Love Creation; HD Wallpapers
While I am busy Making Love in My Heart--and NOT insisting on having my own way, am I gradually compromising my own integrity and values--to ensure that Love is Patient, and Love is Kind for those who are on the receiving end of this Gift? While I am diligently becoming a Master of this timeless, Love-Art Form, who is ensuring that my experience of Love is Patient and Kind?