We have memorized America, how it was born and who we have been and where. In ceremonies and silence we say the words, telling the stories, singing the old songs. We like the places they take us. Mostly we do. The great and all the anonymous dead are there. We know the sound of all the sounds we brought. The rich taste of it is on our tongues. But where are we going to be, and why, and who? The disenfranchised dead want to know. We mean to be the people we meant to be, to keep on going where we meant to go.
People always tell me, “Don’t put the cart before the horse,” which is curious because I don’t have a horse. Is this some new advancement in public shaming— repeatedly drawing one’s attention to that which one is currently not, and never has been, in possession of?
“For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone.
I felt surprised by my own excitement. After all, it’s just politics. A game played by the rich to manipulate the poor. It has always been like this and while we all know it, we still fall into the same traps over and over. Continue reading →
Ordinary people, trying to live their lives the best way they can. We don’t try to force our will upon others. We do not confuse having a strong opinion with being right. We do not look past our mistakes, but try to live with them. We do not accost women, men, or people “different” from us. Continue reading →
Let’s go back 45 years and let’s travel to Bavaria, in the South of Germany -again. A girl in her robe, wearing Austrian knitted houseshoes, is on her way to the auditorium. In one hand a blanket, in the other a plastic cup full of gummy bears, she joins all the other girls and the nuns who watch over them when school is over and during the nights. The little girl sits down full of anticipation. During the day the room was used for music classes and the drama club. On special events, the parents and family sat in the audience and watched the children sing and perform. Continue reading →
Just a couple of weeks ago I felt overwhelmed by work and life in general. I wished for a few days off, dreamed of doing absolutely nothing.
As a small business owner I had my share of ups and downs, but never thought I would find myself in a situation where I would be forced to close or postpone all my classes, yet I did.Continue reading →
I have always been a selective listener, not to be confused with having selective hearing -what so many of us practice when we grow up.
When some people speak I listen, that has always been like that. My Grandmother had my undivided attention when I was young. When she spoke she had something to say -even when it wasn’t what I wanted to hear. Continue reading →