Lots of press about Black Friday again this year.
Makes one wonder if consumption hasn’t become our nearly highest cultural good, and about how low a bar that really is.
Lots of press about Black Friday again this year.
Makes one wonder if consumption hasn’t become our nearly highest cultural good, and about how low a bar that really is.
When we are grateful for what we have been given, we have less room to worry about what we haven’t (been given). It is this posture that enables us to receive even more…and positions us to be part of giving that for others.
…which is about as close as you can get to true happiness, isn’t it?
If gratitude is the mindset, expressing thankfulness is the action that embodies happiness about the specifics involved.
I’ve noticed…that the only day I can really live is today.
Is that defeating or liberating?
We all know it depends…on how we look at it, right?
Few things are in more contrast than how we look at things. Anxiety compounds itself when I’m preoccupied with what I think deserve. Gratitude ever-expands when I realize how much of what I experience is a gift.
Every day is a new opportunity for this. It, in fact, is freely provided for us. Worry about the future or regret about the past only serves to rob me of the opportunity of today — to gratefully receive what has been given and to be a part of giving to the world around me.
'Poem for the week' -- "Song “A”":
Where my kindred dwell, there I wander.
Child of the White Corn am I, there I wander.
At the Red Rock House, there I wander.
Where the dark kethawns are at the doorway, there I wander.
With the pollen of dawn upon my trail, there I wander.
At the yuni the striped cotton hangs with pollen. There I wander.
Going around with it, there I wander.
Taking another, I depart with it. With it I wander.
In the house of long life, there I wander.
In the house of happiness, there I wander.
Beauty before me, with it I wander.
Beauty behind me, with it I wander.
Beauty below me, with it I wander.
Beauty above me, with it I wander.
Beauty all around me, with it I wander.
In old age traveling, with it I wander.
On the beautiful trail I am, with it I wander.
-- translated from the Navajo by Washington Matthews
Ever noticed…the obvious relationship between anger and pain?
There are those who say something like, “…why do they have to be so mad all the time?”. The answer appears to not be so obvious to them (except when they’re in pain for more than a minute or two). For the most part, it’s a basic lack of understanding of these two brothers (I was going to use sisters here, but that would just slide right into another whole issue, right?) — pain and anger.
Maybe we would better off starting with some basic education in human psychology…or simply a little more personal honesty. How often is your anger related to pain (pain you’ve experienced or pain you’re trying to avoid) in your life?
It has been observed that hurt people hurt other people. I don’t need a lot more evidence that this is how it often works in me. Unless I recognize this relationship and take pre-emptive steps, I do this rather easily.
Imagine, then, what this is like at nearly any scale, in a society….
In most things, success depends on knowing how long it takes to succeed.
I'm wondering...about what (we think) we own.
This one was sparked by one of Saturday's observations.
Our sense of being is tied to ownership more than we realize. We often value something about ourselves based on what we own (or don't).
But, whatever we own, isn’t there a significant omission — for how long? Nobody really owns anything for more than a brief period of time (especially, against the spanse of time involved in human existence). So, how does acknowledging that change something...in us?
For one thing, what if our identities weren't tied to who owns what (or, how much)? What would (could) our identities then be tied to? How different would the shapes be of so many things involved in who (we think) we are?
Worth your time:
We admitted we were powerless over our algorithms
He is leading us to the new self on a new path, which is the total transformation of consciousness, worldview, motivation, goals, and rewards that characterize one who loves and is loved by God.
-- Richard Rohr
Saints always have a past and sinners always have a future.
-- Oscar Wilde
Prior 4 Observations (from Others).
We elect officials to govern by serving the needs of 'the people’.
If they won’t do that (or even meet to try), they should give up their own paychecks; not force workers to keep things going without pay.
And, then, there’s SNAP. I’d be surprised how many people, who’ve never had to use the system, really even know what it is (outside the narratives that have been attached to it for political purposes). Read a history of the program…here.
While most things government were started with good intention to address a public concern (that wasn’t being addressed otherwise), many are imperfect. This is why we elect officials…to perfect them — make them better where they fail.
But, if these elected officials won’t do the work, then they need to get out of the way…so the public can be served.
The only reason they won’t (not to mention the even more nefarious things they’re allowing, like this) is they don’t think the public is paying attention — are they right? Are we?
For years now, I have been keeping a list of book titles or concepts that I have mused about writing.
More realistically, these are just a collection of various ideas that have struck me, at any particular moment, for which either a concept or a catchy title has captured my imagination.
I actually kind of forgot about it, until this week when another title possibility popped across the screen of my mind:
The Corruption of Capitalism
Sometimes, given the span of time now involved, I forget what I was thinking at the time. So, I started adding some cryptic notes for each to remind me later. In this case, the thought base is:
A double entendre; more clearly than ever, capitalism in America has reached the edges of its impacts on the common good. In simplest form, the ability for people to make a product for a profit is not necessarily a bad thing. But, when the scale (think private equity) of what can be done outpaces what is good for all, an existential question emerges. Further, when that scale is so disproportionate to the simple concept, even the best of guardrails are inadequate to prevent the likelihood of corruption.
Whether or not I could develop this idea enough to fill a whole book remains to be seen. But, it is fun (for me) to grab ideas in this way.
Here are some others I’ve collected along the way (without their respective explainers):
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Perspective: Everyone Has One
Overrated: Toughness and Other False Virtues
What’s Your Favorite Color? Thoughts On Racism
The Strength of Tears
I Don’t Know What To Say: And Other Thoughts About Cancer
If It Doesn’t Matter NOW, It Doesn’t Matter Later
Love Doesn’t Make Sense: If It’s Just About You
The Gospel Was Never About (Just) You or If They Aren’t In, You Aren’t Either
The perception of a problem can be as bad as the problem itself.
-- Nathaniel Persily
Ever noticed…that half the problems seem to kind of go away with a little patience.
Besides, it’s often our impatience that perpetuates or creates many of our problems.
The trick, though, with the other 50%, is knowing when more than simple patience is needed.
This word crossed my mind recently: buoyant.
I’m going to reflect on it here…because it doesn’t feel like it describes me recently (ever?). I actually think it does, though, even if not lately. So what gives?
First of all, I am drawn to the notion of buoyancy — not so much because of what rises to the surface as to what stays above the fray…to what can be seen when it isn’t submerged. This aligns with features of my personality. It is my nature to acknowledge what is, but even more to imagine what can be.
More core to my sense of self, is a tendency to lightness (as opposed to heaviness). So, it is here that the metaphor grabs my attention. Because I haven’t felt this, this naturalness, in some time. I have, in fact, felt heavy in spirit.
It’s not hard to understand why — we, in so many ways, are under duress. Anybody, not living in a critical awareness of denial, can acknowledge a pervasive sense of existential threat circulating above, beneath, and within us.
But, there is another reality I feel aware of as well. For the better part of my adult life, I have been around people who trend in the opposite direction. This has provided much opportunity for me to consider life from the perspective that doesn’t automatically start from a point of positivity. It has enabled me to consider deeply the powerful role of suffering in life. And, I am so grateful for that awareness.
However…
I am also increasingly aware that along with this awareness has come the perception that being light (buoyant) is…shallow. You are considered a deeper person if you embrace the heavier parts of things. And, deeper is often conflated with…better. In other words, there is often an air of superiority that has been aggregated with heaviness. One can fairly easily detect an inferiority attached to those who aren’t. A lighter spirit is, among other things, a less thoughtful one.
But, what if the opposite is actually more true (or, what if we just disposed of the notion of more, or better, altogether)? What if lightness was actually a calculated response to the realities of the heavier things of life? What if it was a choice?
As I have traveled across the domains of this terrain, I increasingly desire to be more like…buoyant. Buoyant in spirit. One that acknowledges the travails of human existence, but also who rises above them, both in terms of personal aspiration, as well as in a calling forth of others to do the same.
…by the spirit with which we choose to carry ourselves.
I'm wondering...about technology and the displacement of manual labor. When you look across time, this is not really a new thing.
The implications of that displacement only seem to be growing and sometimes this dynamic seems to outpace the implications. It seems clear that there are more than we know or are prepared to handle.
The word “compassion” comes from the Latin roots com and pati which mean “to suffer with.” We add the suffering of others to our own, a gift at the heart of being human. How can we be moved by the sorrows of others without becoming flooded, drained, or burned out?
To sustain compassion, we need equanimity, a kind of inner shock absorber between the core of your being and whatever is passing through awareness.… With equanimity, you can feel the pain of others without being swept away by it—which helps you open to it even more fully.…
As you face the enormity of the suffering in this world, you might feel flooded with a sense of despair at the impossibility of ever doing enough. If this happens, it can help to take some kind of action, since action eases despair.…
Think about the people in your life, including those you don’t know well. Could you make a difference to someone? Seemingly little things can be very touching. Consider humanity in general as well as nonhuman animals, and see if something is calling to you. Not to burden you, but to push back against helplessness and despair.…
Also, take some time to reflect on what you have already done to help others and on what you are currently doing. Imagine how all this has rippled out into the world in ways seen and unseen. The truth of what you have given rests alongside the truth that there is still so much suffering, and knowing the one will help your heart stay open to the other.
-- Rick Hanson
It’s often less satisfying after little effort.
Independence is often less than it’s cracked up to be.
Like it or not, we need each other.
What is time anyway?
'Poem for the week' -- "The Smile of Innocence":
There is a smile of bitter scorn,
Which curls the lip, which lights the eye;
There is a smile in beauty’s morn,
Just rising o’er the midnight sky.
There is a smile of youthful joy,
When Hope’s bright star’s the transient guest;
There is a smile of placid age,
Like sunset on the billow’s breast.
There is a smile, the maniac’s smile,
Which lights the void which reason leaves,
And, like the sunshine through a cloud,
Throws shadows o’er the song she weaves.
There is a smile of love, of hope,
Which shines a meteor through life’s gloom;
And there’s a smile, Religion’s smile,
Which lights the weary to the tomb.
There is a smile, an angel’s smile,
That sainted souls behind them leave;
There is a smile that shines through toil,
And warms the bosom though in grief;
And there’s a smile on Nature’s face,
When Evening spreads her shades around;
A pensive smile when twinkling stars
Are glimmering through the vast profound.
But there’s a smile, ’tis sweeter still,
’Tis one far dearer to my soul;
It is a smile which angels might
Upon their brightest list enroll.
It is the smile of innocence,
Of sleeping infancy’s light dream;
Like lightning on a summer’s eve,
It sheds a soft and pensive gleam.
It dances round the dimpled cheek,
And tells of happiness within;
It smiles what it can never speak,—
A human heart devoid of sin.
-- Lucretia Maria Davidson
I've noticed…that it’s nearly impossible (for me) to maintain rhythms in life perpetually, almost as if most rhythms need to be broken now and then — but initiating rhythms in life also seem very important.
God’s power is not domination, threat, or coercion. All divine power is shared power and the letting go of autonomous power ft.
-- Richard Rohr
Ever noticed…that everything in the Lord’s prayer is plural?
It seems like most of recent-era evangelical Christianity has never noticed that…at least in the political context.
Yesterday's post speaks amazingly well to this neglected notion of our sense of community.
Often times it is the fear of being found out or the actual experience of being found out that alerts us to what lies beneath. It actually places us on the path of self-discovery.
-- Ruth Haley Barton
It is in the process of embracing our imperfections that we find our truest gifts: courage, compassion, and connection.
Prior 4 Observations (from Others).