The Lion Still Roars

 

The Lion Still Roars

 

 

When my father died

Everyone ran for his stuff:

Clothes and cameras–

Cufflinks and chainsaws–

I got the lion,

His childhood toy.

Head dangling from a hole in the neck,

Fur worn down to a gray nub.

The lion jumps when you pull its string,

It sits back ever so slowly on its haunches and

Springs at you when you thought it wouldn’t.

 

The lion learned this from a master jumper.

A slapper, a dancer, a breaker, a chewer, a crier, a liar.

Right by the bedside the lion watched and learned.

 

One can’t repair this brain chemistry in animal or man.

Violence is just violence, after all.

 

My mother thinks I should have the lion repaired.

She is used to the simple act of pulling a string,

Comforted by things as they were.

But the lion and I have an understanding

About the unpredictable nature of life.

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Interviewing

 

 

Interviewing

 

 

 

I met two guys who know how to fix stuff:

Make things out of wood

Rescue women and children first

Keep a fire going

Laugh at farting and cry at war

But they’re taken.

 

I am interviewing men.

I have been continuing this process since January of ‘95.

There have been many applicants

Some more entertaining than others.

You have to watch carefully to determine

If they have a cage or a box or

Maybe a behavioral book

On their person.

And, oh yes, look at their tongues

For forkedness.

 

I have thong underwear,

A lie detector machine,

An American Express Platinum card,

Invisible children,

An enormous library,

A Sonic Care toothbrush,

A fast car,

Caller I. D.

And an endless capacity to giggle.

 

I am tired.

Just as I say I am giving up

Up pops another offering.

I am a sucker for nice hands.

 

In the end I say

Here are some poems to read

And they walk away into the night

White sheaf of paper a broken wing under their arm.

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Living alone in a stressful world

Watson

 

On finding oneself living alone

 

                  

         

          When Greta Garbo said,  “I vant to be alone!” she probably meant it but, because she was a glamorous movie star and a fascinating woman, no one believed it was possible for her to live without an equally glamorous companion. Photographers constantly tried to capture her on rare outings about New York City where she lived a quiet life. Howard Hughes was turned into quite an eccentric character by the press not only due to his strange obsessive habits but because he preferred living alone. As a child, I remember my maiden Aunt Helen, who was considered to be a pitiful figure living alone in Tryon, North Carolina with her horses for most of her life. We never invited her for holidays as my parents thought she might “put a damper” on things. She lived out her life; seemingly happy to me, in a state none from the family had ever visited or were even quite sure where it was located. It has been interesting for me to find out what it is like to live alone and discover I enjoy myself most of the time.

The mornings here in Connecticut are quiet and I can hear the boiler starting and stopping, the rustle of the dogs in their beds and the wind that sometimes plays the chimes outside my window. My house is empty of another human inhabitant and has been for nearly ten years with the exception of visits from various children and friends. There is no constant companion in my large California King bed except for “Rosie”, an eight pound, long haired Dachshund, who sleeps rather soundly by my side always moving closer when I neglectfully move away. It is I who decides when to eat, where to go, when to sleep, and what to do on vacations and weekends. Some might think I live a lonely life. Others of  know what pleasures can come from learning the art of aloneness.

        There is a new group developing among the singles set; perhaps this group has always been there and it was just that I was not aware of it. This is the “happily single” group. Not the  “waiting for the perfect person type”, or the “I hate being in a relationship as there are too many compromises” type ,but the honest to God type of person who really likes living alone. Impossible, you might think, dysfunctional, another might say, but I have experienced this life and have got to say it is just about as wonderful as wonderful can get. I am not writing to persuade all of those happy souls who are married to suddenly split apart and attempt this, giving up what may have been many years of contented harmony. I understand there are those out there who enjoy the company of a spouse or a boyfriend, a partner or a friend, and I am not saying I do not. I am saying that a strange phenomenon occurs in a small group of people who have “lived a long time alone” in the words of poet, Galway Kinnel. We wake up one day and find the dream of finding the perfect “other” no longer exists in our early morning newsreel. It becomes a thing we lovingly place in the top drawer with some handkerchiefs we keep as memories of husbands or lovers. We wake up and realize we have constructed a life for ourselves on our own, and we enjoy this life and have found deep happiness within it. The dream appears from time to time when we meet someone who attracts us, we take it out and examine it, we refuse to completely reject it as we are human, but eventually, when it is replaced in the drawer we go on to our lives welcoming back the serenity.

         If one lives alone there are many choices one has the liberty of making; what one eats for breakfast, lunch or dinner, if, in fact, one chooses to eat any of these appointed meals at all. Consider, for example, the sublime wonder of eating lunch at nine AM and perhaps dinner at four in the afternoon. The pleasure of listening to one’s own hunger clock and responding to its alarm is a fascinating exercise. I never really understood that dinner is not necessary to me at all until recently. I prefer to eat in the morning and forget the rest of the day. I remember vividly when I was first married my hard working husband arriving home to ask what was for dinner and realizing I had completely forgotten to buy food. I didn’t have the urge to eat at that time and was not used to anticipating the needs of another. The regimen of children and family life necessitates a schedule for the family. Schedules are actually a good way to live life. Knowing where one must be and what one must do at a certain time is refreshing and soothing to us as we know what we are going to do.

 The very fact of loosing a schedule throws many people into a panic.

This is the first in a series of steps a person goes through who is starting down the “alone” highway. We find ourselves without a schedule, as there is no one to set the schedule with. We have all experienced a schedule at some point in our lives and most of us still have one. Going to work requires a schedule. A family requires a schedule. Living alone requires only that you fulfill your work requirements in terms of time but once you are home, you are on your own. At first, it’s pretty scary. You come home, walk in the door, and there’s no one there to greet you with the exception of those lucky pet owners. You walk into your bedroom and unload your pockets onto a table, and then ponder the remains of your evening, which spreads out in front of you like a smooth white sheet. Should you go out, you wonder, or should you have a bath, a glass of wine, and there’s that good new book on the bedside table. What’s there to eat? Amy’s frozen enchilada, I hope, or maybe an English muffin dripping with butter and bacon. Yogurt and fruit?  Maybe the perfect salad with arugula, cranberries and asiago cheese, thinly sliced. Endless choices when one is able to make them.

 The hump one has to get over is the idea that one should be with someone else, that it is somehow an embarrassment to be without a partner. My mother used to say she would never go to a movie alone as someone might recognize her and spread the word that poor Olive Watson was out at a movie by herself. Before I was divorced I used to practice being divorced by traveling alone and eating in restaurants. This was a good exercise because one realizes very quickly how interested other people are in those who eat alone. You never have to worry about finding someone to talk to if you want to talk. Many times while at dinner strangers stopped to speak with me usually asking me what I was reading. (I always brought a book finding it a wonderful time to read) I would notice these couples continuing to watch me as if I were a scientific experiment right in front of their eyes. I have noticed in my own experiments that men are usually not given as much notice as women. Eating alone in a public place seems to be catching on. I see quite a few of us nowadays out for dinner, dressed up, drinking a martini or sipping a glass of wine. The interesting thing to me is the interest of others seems to stem from a curious type of envy rather than a form of condemnation.

          Psychiatrists say the most common disorders of our time are narcissism and borderline personality; the difference being the narcissist had the attention of the mother for a brief time and lost it while the borderline had no attention from the mother. Both these disorders reflect on the inability of people to sustain themselves as they need to constantly connect with others in life in order to feel safe. Due to their early childhood experience many people will never feel really safe in a relationship and always need reassurance from someone else they will not be abandoned. The underlying fear is they will end out alone and the experience of being alone is terrifying. A lack of a “constant mother” has affected society deeply today and it is the struggle to connect throughout our lives that often prevents us from living a satisfied life. Identifying and understanding this struggle is the first step towards a happy life alone. Many people will not attempt to understand this fear or even recognize it in their life but simply cling to relationships as if they were a life force. If you have the opportunity to live alone, you have the chance to overcome the need for attachment. It is an understanding that will forever steady your course in life.

         

          My friend, Charles, has lived alone for most of his life. He is in his late sixties now and has a comfortable life in terms of being able to support himself and having a good circle of friends. When I first became single I asked Charles if he was ever lonely as the thought of spending even a night by myself filled me with apprehension. Charles told me that he planned something to do every day with a friend whether it was for lunch or dinner. I found this good advice during my initial period of living alone. If I met a friend for lunch from work then I wasn’t so eager to go out during the evening. I often think of Charles’s life when I think of those who live happily alone as he has mastered the art of it. Not only does he have a “date” each day with a friend or an associate, but he plans trips far in advance and goes places where he knows people so once he is there he can also make social arrangements. Charles is easy to be around, gentle, a good listener, and clearly a happy person.

 

          Who does adapt the positive attitude towards single hood? I wondered that as well. In my analyses of those I know that are happily single what I found was a common element: a desire to achieve happiness alone. A desire to overcome the abandonment fear and find a place inside them where a comfort came from living alone. This desire is not good or bad; it is simply the shared desire among the group of long time single people. It’s like deciding to quit smoking; you set a day and go through the withdrawal and, after an undetermined amount of time, you find you no longer think of a cigarette. It’s more tiring in a way and then becomes less tiring than living with someone else. In the beginning it’s more tiring as you have the schedule to set, and the time to fill and then the schedule becomes less important as you listen to the call of your own desires.

         

          For example: the pleasure and the absurdity of “dog play” for half an hour is deeply satisfying. One gets down on the floor with a dog and then grunts or barks like the animal barks. It is important to look the animal directly in the eye while doing this. The next step, once one has engaged the dog, is to place ones forearms on the floor and pretend to pounce at the dog. The dog usually gets very excited at this point and the barking becomes more intense. If you are waiting for a point to this activity, wait no more. There is no point other than to entertain the dog as well as yourself.

 

          Arranging one’s rooms in any fashion is also a satisfying activity, which is difficult to do with a partner. I have a room in my house that used to be a closet, which I have turned into a music room. I am completely without musical talent, but one night I was surfing the web unattended and came upon a site where a group of musical instruments from all over the world were for sale for $ 105.00. There were 6 instruments; two drums, a didgeridoo, a long skinny horn, a sitar and a small harp. I couldn’t help but order them all.  When they arrived about a week later I was ecstatic with my new activity. The music room has now provided an alternative to dog play. I find I can make all the instruments sound in some way and actually have composed some interesting pieces. They all have the same particular sound of sheep baying, which is heavenly to me.

 

          All right, I know at this point you are thinking I am somewhat insane, but consider for a moment what you might do if left to your own devices. A friend of mine called the other day with a simple question. Was I having any fun in life? It was embarrassing to admit the extent of the fun I was having so I toned down my response. What would your life be like if you had a lot of time to yourself and no one to account to for it? This is happening today to a group of people who find they are living alone when they never thought they would. Most of the people I know who live alone have found somewhat eccentric things they like to do which would probably be more difficult with someone else in the house. My friend, Dick, reads legal briefs from cases a hundred years old and piles these cases in stacks all over his living room. One has to leap a sort of sideways hopscotch to find a place to sit. Another friend, Ed, has become addicted to TIVO as he can see his ball games over and over. Bill, on the other hand, hates the television and spends much of his free time recording his own voice on a small recorder and pretending to be a newscaster for events that have never happened. Bill is quite inventive!

 

          Living alone may be catching on, as there are a lot of widowed, divorced and never married at all people out there today. The latest census shows  there are more single households than ever before. Many of us will find ourselves alone in our lifetime whether by choice or by happenstance. I suggest taking another look at this group of people; perhaps they are enjoying life more that you might thnk!

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Honesty or imagery? What works in today’s economy?

Recently Obama made a statement that perhaps he had “underestimated”  the state of the economy. This made me angry for any number of reasons. I don’t think he is a dishonest person nor an ignorant one. I do think our politicians start to believe the myths written about them in the press and go on to believe they have the power to walk on water because of these myths. By this I mean they believe they can actually influence the economy in a positive sense simply by announcing the economy is sound and people should jump back into investing in it. Many people did just that back in early spring of this year as Obama and his advisers were saying the period of crisis was over. Americans have no attention span for pain and so this was welcome news. Many believed this news and started spending again and placing their cash into funds invested in the market. Then the market started to falter and then more announcements were made by the Obama administration letting us know they may have been too “optimistic” in their assessment of what was going on. I wonder about what works in an economy like ours: truth telling or imagery? It seems in this case that it is too late for truth telling and that imagery has failed to inspire us.

I have learned the pain of truth telling too late in life. If one really examines the truth in any given situation and then communicates it, inherent dangers arise. I know my version of the truth is often very different from someone else’s, particularly in interpersonal situations. I have tried to  give up blame and anger most of the time and tried to believe that most misunderstandings happen because of a lack of information on someones part. For example: if you and I communicate over an issue and I am not really paying attention to what you are saying I may miss the fact that you are upset with me for some reason. Usually this will come up later in a dialogue that is filled with frustration and anger at the idea of being overlooked or worse,  unloved. The basis of most misunderstandings in life is fear, something I have commented on before. In this economy we are all fearful and the older you are , the more you are fearful. There is not much difference between interpersonal communication and communication in the press. I find it very interesting to discuss the economy with people who are under 40 as they have no fear about the strength of our country. I can’t decide if I think this is sheer stupidity or simple optimism due to lack of prior experience with recession.

I actually prefer the truth most of the time as it makes whatever pain that may come with it pass much more quickly. If the truth about any given situation is withheld, or worse, doled out in small drops over time, the pain is constant and the wound is always open leaving no time for healing.I remember once being in a relationship with a man who was divorced when we started dating. I fell very much in love with him, and he, with me. As time went on, however, he started to withdraw and act in a manner unlike him. When I asked about this behavior he said I was imagining it and that everything between us was the same. Our conversations became less frequent as did our meetings. At first I chalked this up to his work and his busy schedule. After a while, however, I knew something was amiss and so I asked him. He again insisted nothing was wrong but I later discovered he had returned to his wife. All of this took place over several months and I can still remember the pain I felt and the anxiety that was constantly present in my life. I still remember the abandonment I felt when I understood that during those months I had been feeling something was amiss, he had been rekindling his relationship with his ex wife. If he had been honest with me from the start, it would have been much easier for me to move on. I think he withheld this information from me as he wanted to avoid any pain for himself  or me, and any feelings of indecision. Instead he avoided the truth of our relationship until he felt connected with his ex wife, and still he never had a direct converstion with me about what was going on. It was devastating for me.

Looking back, I still fell pain which is remarkable to me considering the fact that 15 years have passed. The pain is caused by the period of knowing something was wrong, of feeling this on an instinctive basis, and having these feelings denied by a partner who kept on insisting I was  imagining things. This, to me, is the worst thing anyone can do to another. I hope I am wrong about this economy and that we will eventually be on a strong path once again.

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Social networking: The exhaustion of it all….

I had dinner with a new friend last night and we spoke of the necessity of social networking if one is living a single life. We both agreed that the process of keeping a calender filled required a lot of energy and devotion but, in the end, it was worth it. I find if I look at my week in scribbles of black and white and see I don’t have an open night, I feel satisfied and safe. I feel content as I know the end of each day will be filled with the presence of another person whose company I enjoy. If I were in  relationship with someone I lived with perhaps I wouldn’t feel so lucky. I actually have no idea how to survive with another human being in close proximity. I know this is a character flaw. I really do long for the cosiness of a body here in my house on a regular basis, not counting the long haired warmth of Rosie, that is. I can’t quite figure out why I am as old as I am and have not yet settled on someone with whom to share the remainder of my days. I am a romantic so I believe it will happen as long as I keep on believing it will happen.I greet each day with joy and peace and a longing for someone to shout out to and discuss the news over coffee. Then I imagine what this would actually be like and realize I have been alone for so long that maybe I wouldn’t like another body right there in the room with me. Maybe I am just fooling myself. Many of my friends have to make breakfast and dinner for their husbands on a daily basis. This seems really tiresome to me. I don’t like doing anything on a regular basis except sleep. I think I have always been this way. In my town I get excited seeing all the restaurants I haven’t been to: I don’t really like going back to the same ones as though they are wonderful, they lack the excitement of unexplored territory. I love unexplored territory and the darkness and light of it.

It is hot here today: so hot that my dog isn’t tempted to chase the lizard that slowly crosses the deck. If I were sailing I would watch the sail with a vulture’s eye  hoping for a movement. Time goes more slowly in the heat and it makes me want to smoke and sit and think…I haven’t finished reading the paper or cleaning up my small place and maybe I won’t.Maybe I will meditate on how to have a personality transplant or maybe on the beauty of the moment. It is a toss up at this point.

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Why Men Date Younger Women

Why do men try to date younger women? I find it really annoying. Perhaps I find it annoying as I am now an “older” woman but I think it is because it is such arrogant behavior. Most men who I see attempting to do this have a lot of money. These men are so silly. Do they actually think a younger woman would want to be with them if they were poor? Why in the world would a young woman with a young body and face who is hoping for marriage and children possibly be interested in hanging out with an older guy unless it was for the security which money provides? In all likelihood he will not marry her as he already has kids and even grand kids. In all likelihood he will take her on fancy trips, show her off to all his guy friends, and then wonder why she is angry with him for not marrying her? I find the older/younger thing troublesome. I fell in love with a man who was 10 years younger than me but looked about 20 years younger than me. He was incredibly sweet and tender and the most beautiful man I have ever seen or felt. I plan to take those memories into my old age and bring them out when I am in a rocking chair and whiling away a hot afternoon in Maine. He didn’t make me feel younger, however, or more powerful. he made me feel loved in a very special way. I don’t think this is how my men friends feel who are on a hunt for a much younger woman.I think having a young woman around makes them feel more powerful than before and as if they have won something. Women don’t feel like this with younger men. We feel almost magically lucky as we are being treated so differently than in other relationships we have had with men our own age. I am trying to find the similarity here. Do women and men of a certain age react in the same way to beauty in the opposite sex? I would say “yes”. Do women feel the need to possess that person? I would say “no”. I know in my case I feel into love with this man and then after a time it was over for us. We are still close friends and love each other but I feel it was more I than he who was troubled by the age difference. Many people said we didn’t look dramatically different in age. This may or may not be true. For me it was the feeling I had of not being safe with him. I like the comfort of being with someone who is my equal in age as well as experience. I believe in the path of life and enjoy being an attractive older woman. I like it that men on the sidewalk still whistle when I walk by. I say to myself, “That’s pretty nice!” and keep on walking. I wonder how long this will keep up? I don’t spend too much time wondering, however, as I have many more interesting things to think about these days.

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Powerless

For some time now I have been feeling powerless: powerless about my relationships as well as my work life, and completely powerless about what is happening in the world. Many great spiritual leaders claim that powerlessness is a good state to acknowledge as it is only from this state that we may live a present life. From the time I get up in the morning to the time I go to bed, I remind myself I am powerless in the world. Sometimes it helps and sometimes it doesn’t. I find the world to be more frightening than it has ever been before as there is no real constant or nothing that is certain to count on. People used to say all one could count on was death and taxes. That is certainly still true but is a statement completely lacking in comfort. Our country is in a real mess and for a few months now newscasters as well as government leaders have been trying to persuade Americans that the crisis is over and the economy is on an upswing.People have invested their savings back into the stock market. That advice made me angry and frightened as well. In California behavior is particularly frightening as the malls are filled with people carrying shopping bags. Every time I go past the mall parking lot near where I live I am surprised to see there are no vacant parking spaces. People are shopping like crazy despite the fact that California has one of the highest unemployment rates in the country. Our social service programs are being cut left and right. Foreclosures happen about once a minute in this state and we may be forced to close some of our most beloved national parks. Granted, California is a huge state and one that has been mismanaged but other states will undoubtedly follow this same path. We simply can no longer afford the life we took for granted for so many years. People that are shopping must be bringing their credit cards up to the max once again believing that life will spring back to where it was. They are not considering what is really happening but are living in the present moment to a dangerous degree. Many people are doing this today. Many are afraid to really examine what is going on in the world as it is really scary to do so. Iran is on the edge of a major revolution, Korea is dangerously close to using nuclear weapons to assert itself, China is readying its economic policies to take over the markets and assume America’s place as leader of the world. Actually, China, Brasil  and India will all have to duke it out in the coming years to see who will take over as the biggest and the best. I would like to place my vote on India as I believe in the culture of education found there as well as the great sense of spirituality. I think I would lose in that bet so I won’t make it. It looks to me like China will win out as they are the greediest at the moment and perhaps the most uncaring about the rest of the world. You won’t see China jumping in to feed a country after famine resulting from internal strife hits somewhere in the world. You probably won’t see China jumping in to save another country from communism or from the perils of a disease that could have been prevented by inoculation. China will sit back and collect interest from the loans she will make to other countries in the world while ignoring whatever pain is going on. Do I think this is bad behavior? Not really. I think we have wasted countless dollars as well as human lives on wars we had no reason to get involved with other than the ego of our military leaders and our presidents.I think now we have to wait while the scene we have created unfolds. If the Mayans are correct, we will live to see a new world order which is more generous, loving and kind and which supports love and human life above all else. So far everything that has happened was predicted in their calendar many centuries ago. I feel powerless because I am powerless. We all are. Any attempt to fell otherwise will be viewed as a joke by the universe.

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notes from a dachshund: part 3

She doesn’t really feel like writing much these days. I see her start to write and then wander off so I know it is my chance to blither on. I can understand why she feels like this. Frankly, a day watching Bloomberg can ruin any chance of fun for me. There are few treats when she feels like this. I am worried about my dinner! What if she can’t afford the good dog food I like? What if she forgets about feeding me all together? Tonight we had dinner with a friend of hers who has another friend who has a dachshund like me. This friend of his is thinking of giving away her dachshund as she says he is biting people. Now I know this can’t be true. not one of mine! We only bite when there is real danger. And I mean serious danger! We bite when someone is about to really hurt us or someone we love. Think about it! What would the world be like if we simply gave away our family members because we were sick and tired of caring for them? I think that is what Bloomberg is doing. We are all scared about where our next biscuit is coming from as we watch the dwindling resources of this country. The way the dollar is plunging is scary and the way the stupid government people are printing money is scary. I remember a few years ago when one of her young friends had a toy printing press. He kept printing out dollar bills in the excited manner of most five year olds do when given a new toy. He used this “money” to get his parents to buy him stuff. The parents complied with him. He kept printing. They kept buying. Sooner or later something had to give. The parents had given too much. The kid went to school and the parents hid the printing press. The kids came home and whined for a moment and then found another toy. The trouble is we have no parents to give away the printing press to stop this nonsense. This is no game. A dog doesn’t just begin to bite for no reason. An owner gets sick of caring for a dog when they are depressed and then the owner begins to fabricate stories about why they can’t keep the dog. The big wigs in Washington where I have never been are not paying  attention to what is really happening here. Dogs biting for no reason. Currencies dropping. People losing jobs. Families dropping their dogs at shelters. Families breaking apart. No bones for breakfast! I am worried. I wish I could write a silly blog but for the first time I agree with her.

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notes from a dachshund: why a Portuguese water dog?

Just the other day I was thinking why in the world did our president buy a Portuguese water dog for the White House? First of all, there is no Portuguese water in the white house. It has to be American. What will that dog drink? Bottled Portuguese water? Who will go out and buy that without a fanfare? Certainly not Michelle Obama! She can’t be seen buying Portuguese! That poor dog will have to give up his own water and  be converted. I know how hard it is to be converted. You know who decided to save money buy installing a filter on the water tap rather than buying bottled water. I liked the bottled water! Particularly Fiji water as it is sublime! Fiji water reminds me of springtime and mudlucious in the words of e. e. cummings  and catching frogs down by the shore. We used to do that a lot when she was rich. Now that our life has changed we go on walks in our neighborhood rather than to far away places that had room service and where the waiters always brought me treats! Oh!  How I loved those treats! Hamburgers swimming in butter and tasty chops with lots of  fat on the edges. Once I found some chocolate under a bed but that didn’t end well. Mostly those places loved me and paid me a lot of attention particularly during cocktail hour. How I love cocktail hour! All those tidbits being passed about. The thing about being a dog is that people have no reason to suspect you are perfectly capable of listening to whatever they say to one another. I have heard the most amazing stuff simply by sidling up to people. Actually, so has you know who. She does this thing of pretending to be asleep or in a trance so people forget she is there and just start babbling to each other. They tell each other everything that is going on in their head including some stuff that should stay in their head. Once she heard some people begin to talk about her and then she had to wake up as no matter how confident you are, hearing gossip that is mean about yourself is just not fun! What is fun is cosiness with warm meat thrown in. Let’s face it,  nowadays it is easier to be a dog that is loved than a human. I read over her shoulder in the paper today that during the depression of the 1930’s the divorce rate slowed. Humans today are so silly. Bickering is just a waste of time. Think about it. First, do what I tell you. Smile. Feel your face in a smile. It feels good, right? I must say I have a great smile for a dachshund. It is long and sweet and I have very pretty white, sharp teeth. Now try frowning or try growling, it is basically the same thing.  Feel how that feels bad on your face? Your face feels sad just doing it. We should be happy dogs with happy human owners because then us dogs would get more tasty treats! Forget the Portuguese water! Buy American! Smile! Take your dog to the pond! Lick your wife in the face!

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notes from a dachshund: BOYS CAN’T READ THIS!

No one realizes how life is much simpler when you live close to the ground. I see things that rarely cross the eyes of humans and I know I am superior. I have known this for a while, actually.Despite the fact that my beauty surpasses most human women, I am a humble sort of girl and I can’t believe how stupid the average male human can be.They are still in the Neanderthal incantation that is for certain. The other night I had to lie through an entire evening listening to a woman friend of you know who talk about her guy. She couldn’t understand why he hadn’t followed her out of the restaurant when they had a fight. She drove back to her house and he never even called her! He told her the next day he thought she would come over to his house. Now that is just plain old silly. Of course a girl doesn’t just go to a guy’s house after she has walked out on him. The guy is supposed to follow her and say how much he loves her. When will guys get it right? They could have the most simple of lives but they just keep on screwing up!Girls just want to be told they are pretty and have their stomachs rubbed in a continual pattern.When girls turn and walk away they want to have their tails chased! What do human males do? They sit and eat their food! Ridiculous, really! If human males just chased the woman they loved and then caught them and then told them how lovely they were and  then scratched their bellies, they would get everything they wanted. When a human girl says she is sick of ” the relationship” she doesn’t mean it! What she means is that she wants more attention. It is that simple. Human men have no idea how easy it would be to have everything they want in a companion. All it would take would be a small chase and then a few licks!Today you know who went to the farmers market in Marin where she met a man she hadn’t seen for 20 years. He said,” There is the stunningly beautiful Lucinda!” and you wouldn’t believe the effect it had on her. She gave me four pieces of turkey jerky on the drive home and kept smiling in this funny way and looking at herself in the mirror at every stop sign and once during fast traffic on the freeway much to my chagrin! I swear I am sick of this. Why don’t people listen to me? Everyone wants the same thing. Food, sex and laughter. From my perspective I know what to do to get this though the sex portion of my life was violently removed some years ago without any informed consent from me! That’s one of the problems of being shaped like a wiener dog and having long red hair. Frankly(get it?) I don’t really care about the sex part anymore as I am a mature person who understands what is important in life though I see this isn’t the case for humans. Humans long for touch and that is a sad problem as they don’t see themselves as dogs. If they did they would get belly scratches whenever they liked.

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nothing to pin down

The funniest thing about life is the jokes you don’t get for a long time. The funniest joke to me is the fact that we really have no control over anything, least of all ourselves. I have spent so much time worrying about what I said or did and how it would affect someone else. What that other person thought of me, how I could change what that other person thought of me. Tonight I was reading Warren Buffet’s new biography,  which is very interesting by the way, and he spoke of how one is scripted in life: whether it be from the outside or the inside. If on is scripted from the inside one lives life for oneself: the achievements are noted and taken in by one’s own psyche. Most parents raise kids to be scripted by the world in terms of what achievements mean and what is important. We praise our kids for accomplishing things that are meaningful to the community rather than encouraging  kids to find what is meaningful to them. Many really successful people I have known are interested only in what they look like to the world: they have little inner life nor have they developed real relationships with others. They are always moving on from successes looking for the next thing they “should” do for their lives to look really good. I am really trying to learn what makes me proud of myself and then enjoy it when it happens.

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india becoming terrifying

When I began to watch the news last evening about India I was transfixed: it seemed so frightening to me that a place like Mumbai or a hotel like the Taj would be under attack. The video’s of people struggling to find a safe place and the recorded sounds of gunfire and explosions were terrifying to watch. At first it seemed unreal and very far removed from our daily lives, but then a reporter who was from India stated calmly that the attack was as if a band of terrorists had entered time square, shot our civilians and forcibly entered the Plaza Hotel(or the equivalent as it no longer exists). When I heard her say this I was almost paralysed by the understanding that she was correct. The world we live in today is not safe anywhere and nothing can be taken for granted. Just as some day, when I have grandchildren, I will tell them of the time when we were able to stand under running water in the shower for hours if we wanted, I am certain we are watching on television things that will become more and more common. We are living in a world where differences seem monumental and borders , though blurred, create rage and fear among groups of people. Just as water will become a luxury we can no longer waste, so will the assumption that peace and safety are a natural and deserved part of our daily lives. As Americans we have been sheltered from war but not terrorism. As Americans we have been less than  mindful in spreading our peacemaking philosophy throughout the world. Now is the time to try harder to do this by developing compassion towards others and spreading that compassion to everyone around you. There is an article in the New York Times this morning written by Nickolas Kristof about the bravery of some woman  called “The Bravery of Heroes”. I think everyone should read this piece as it inspires those who do to get involved in unjust and violent behavior. I think we need to begin right now.

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dinner with inspiration in a male body

Last night I had dinner with an inspiring man. Actually a well known, inspiring man yet I knew nothing about him prior to the event. I found him inspiring to look at from the moment he walked into the room and when I was seated next to him at dinner I felt as if I had known him always. Now, some people might find this a fanciful statement, yet I believe there are those people we come across in our lifetimes whom we have known before, in other lifetimes. I knew I had known this man before and wanted to take his hand and walk out into the city and sit somewhere in a cosy corner and find out what his life had been like in this lifetime as I felt I knew about the others. All of this in about one minute came and went in my mind and I think I am lucky to be able to believe in dreams and other lives as in doing this I am able to understand these odd situations I sometimes find myself in. A connection with someone is magic and a great gift  and I am content with that. In the light of day I have learned the man is a well known hero of sorts, a great negotiator, as well as a passionate healer in the world. I am not surprised. I am glad I am traveling these days with an open heart and a path that seems to direct itself.

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abandonment

No matter how I try I can’t escape it! That abandonment demon that sidles up to my shoulder, places her hand on my head, whispers ever so softly in my ear, ” You are alone again!”. Each time I realize I have again involved myself with another person who is incapable of intimacy, who is an alcoholic, who is emotionally  removed, who can’t truly love me, I have to look at the amazing wall I have created around myself. I am actually a very creative builder: I use any raw material I can find: tears, anger, hate, joy or even ectascy. Like the little pig who built his house of bricks, mine is impenetrable. As I become “an older woman” , I am taking down the wall. It takes time. I have to move each piece far away to a recycling place where other defensive woman leave their debris. I have to carefully choose which brick I can remove without making the whole wall tumble. This work is tiring. Sometimes I give up and rest in the shadow the wall creates. Sometimes I am so excited at the deconstruction I race to the finish. Mostly I try to look at each brick and imagine who made it, how they did it, and if there was any joy.

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families

The idea of a surplus of goods was not present in my family so even as adults we bicker and fight over who has more in their pile. At Christmas when we were kids we would each carefully count our pile of presents and then compare the number to other siblings instanting creating familiar pain  inside ourselves. Many in my family are so angry and hurt they live their lives in this same way: still looking to see who has the most gifts in their pile. Sometimes I buy into this behavior. Sometimes I don’t. Things have gone so far down the road that many of us don’t even speak to eachother. One family member is in charge of this non speaking policy and carefully monitors all the others to make certain it is obeyed.  I am always curious as to where her power comes from and I often see it is all of our fear of abandonment. Like animals, if we are fearful, we are vulnerable and lash out and try very hard to be the one who has the biggest weapon. I doubt there will be a disarmament policy in my lifetime and I pin my hopes on the next generation. This time of year when our hearts are open some in the family look for weapons and some look for love. I know that is why I work as a healer and isn’t it funny I have no power to heal the childhoods of my family?

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Lenchat

There is an article in the December issue of Tricycle Magazine on the concept of “Lenchat” which is described as the attachment we  feel in certain  relationships in this life which are  painful or stressful  and come from a relationship with this person in a past life. I found this article to be very helpful as the principle of Lenchat  is to understand the connection we had with others in past lives that reoccurs  in this life and causes us pain, and bewilderment. When we are caught in the dynamic of Lenchat  we have a relationship in this lifetime that repeats patterns learned in other lifetimes. We feel the same bewildering pain and worry and do not have a rational approach to this person.It could be with a man or a woman: it doesn’t seem to matter. What matters is  we replicate the pain. We jump to the aid of this person feeling anxiety about fulfilling their needs, not really understanding why we are connected so strongly to someone we barely know, or,  in many cases, someone who is causing us pain by their treatment of the relationship. Lenchat explains to me the people I know who have caused me to use caller ID. They call me and I rush to see who is calling, knowing it is the person whose needs I can never meet and who will always seem angry to me. I peer nervously at the readout and see the number of the demanding one who I feel bound to and somehow believe I must obey, cater to, respond to, etc. The chase goes on. The pressure continues. The pain in my gut becomes more constant. I know that avoiding or ignoring the lenchat person will solve nothing. Eventually I will give in to this need of mine to connect, to believe once again in the power of change and goodness in this lifetime. I will be unable to let go of the feeling that only I can help this person be happy or safe or healthy.The author in Tricycle explains that in order to surmount Lenchat we must separate ourselves from this demanding dynamic and view it for what it is. He describes the origin of the term in Tibet by telling a  story of a lake where every year on a certain day the seals in the lake collect  and offer fish to the owls flying above. No one knows why this happens but it happens on a regular basis. The owls expect to be fed and are never satisfied, and the seals compulsively collect fish for hours offering it up to the skies,  and exhaust themselves. I wonder if we all play an owl or a seal from time to time and I wonder how we stop. If identifying the problem is the beginning, the  end might be noticing immediately the pain in my gut when I hear the voice of my owl, and understanding the fish giving will continue until I swim away.

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happy new year

actually that phrase isn’t what I mean…joyous new year would be more appropriate. We have been living with so much anxiety even our daily family lives are not serene. Everyone is waiting for someone to decide we are safe once again in our world.Spending money seems very risky and trusting our financial system even riskier. I feel stuck in my life and have felt stuck for almost a year. Perhaps it is because I don’t know where to live and have no sense of which way to move: east or west. When I make decisions about my life I make them internally without any conscious thought. Some people make decisions rationally by making lists of positive versus negative and then tally the columns. Were I to do this it would be a waste of time as no matter what the columns added up to I would just do whatever I had instinctively felt all along. The frightening thing about this time period is that I have lost faith in my own instinct along with many others in the world.What we might have known and believed in a year ago seems irrational, false, shaky or just plain unclear. I am meditating on fiinding my own instinct again and following it. I feel more hopeful these days that I will make a good decision and find joy and peace within it. Sometimes a little forward motion gets the car in gear.

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abandonment

After a holiday with friends and family I feel almost guilty writing about abandonment but I can’t help it. I am so blessed with wonderful family I shouldn’t complain. For those of us who live alone life can feel incredibly lonely at times and then again almost euphoric at other times. I struggle with abandonment a lot. It is one of those things we are not supposed to mention particularly in mixed company. It is not appropriate to speak of those harsh nights when you come home from work and know there is no one there to share your day with. Sometimes you go over in your mind your attractiveness quotient: how smart you are,  lovely,  sexually appealing, compelling, and still come up short for how could you be alone if all the previous categories were ranked on a high level? It is embarrassing to confess loneliness to anyone as it is an embarrassing condition. The world expects single people to remain silent on their condition. The world knows people who have partners are happier, healthier and generally more competent yet half the world is single. That is the interesting figure to me. Somewhere out there are many, many people who live alone and feel the same things I feel. That is what keeps me going.I think to myself I may be alone forever yet if I remember to remember there are so many other people who are living alone just as I am I feel comforted. I have to believe that someday I will find my heart’s desire:  just like the beach in Robert Haas’s wonderful poem, he will arrive on my doorstep and I will know him. The trick is to continue to believe this will happen.

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California Dreaming…

I am trying to move back to California. I have been trying to do this since I left. I left nine years ago to be near to my mother who was at the end of her life. We had a very magical time together for  a few years until she died. Once she died, I was frozen into a state of wax museum status. I couldn’t move either way, east or west. The thought of another cross country transfer was too tiring to consider. I waited  and waited for some sign, some presence, transforming me into a knowledgeable creature. I was and am tired. I realize as people get older they resist change yet perhaps it is the very thing they should welcome. Change brings an ultra awareness of an environment and the need to adapt,seek information from it, and decide what to do. How to interact within it.Married people don’t usually change their environment at my age because they are settled within their own world. It is tiresome and tiring to change.Single people sometimes hold on to what they have and where they live as they feel letting go will deprive them of the dream they have held on to for a long time. The dream is safety and security and companionship. They don’t realize that this dream can only be actualized by learning to live safely within oneself. A happy life is one in which you feel nurtured and if you are nurturung yourself you are in control. That seems to be the most portable existence imaginable. I am yearning to be in California as it speaks to my soul and nourishes it.

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don’t let fear get in the way of life

Fear is a mean and nasty spirit that jumps into your body and wrecks almost everything you feel like doing because once you feel fear you stop doing it.The thing I try to remember about fear is to recognize what it is when I feel it. If I forget this crucial step I can be overcome by fear and miss out on important things that offer themselves to me in life. For example: if someone asks me to dinner with a group of people I don’t know I usually regret the invitation. I know this is ridiculous but I spend way too much time rationalizing this choice and telling myself I would have had a terrible time anyway.New opportunities in life are like the gold, frankincense, and myrrh that appear in the Christmas tale. They are offered to us in life as gifts that honor our lives and refuel them. Jump on these opportunities and bathe in the luxury of the unexpected.

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land mines and lung cancer…

I watched on the television this morning an extremely violent and graphic advertisement for an anti land mine group. The ad showed a family watching a soccer game during which one of the players steps on a land mine. The ad also showed the anguished mother’s cries as well as the bloodied stump of her daughter’s leg. It was horrible to watch. I felt as if I were watching a horror movie but much worse and it took me a few minutes to understand it was not a movie but an ad to raise awareness of the danger of land mines.

The other day I saw an ad persuading people not to smoke by graphically showing the affects of cigarettes on lungs. The ad showed a surgeon operating on a man with lung cancer and the damaged lung tissue. It was also terrifying.

I bring up these ads because they are so dramatically different from the ads used in the past to encourage people to stop an unhealthy behavior or to encourage people to donate to a cause. In the “olden days” the advertising world used positive reinforcement to encourage charitable giving. That approach appears to have changed.Scare tactics were understood to have little success in the advertising world and were tried for a brief time and then given up. I wonder why they are appearing once again? I wonder if they are more successful this time around?I can’t imagine they are but I may be wrong. Forcing people to watch terrifying situations doesn’t encourage them to donate to a cause but, rather, to turn off the image. Perhaps the new generation of TV watchers is responding to these graphic images and it is only my generation that resists them.Perhaps images of violence are so commonplace to those in their twenties, these ads serve to remind them of healthy behavior and benevolence  in a way they listen to.

I find this scary.

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murder,rape and unexplained violence against women

Yesterday a woman I know was raped and killed by a man in Puerto Rico where she was vacationing. She was five months pregnant, happily engaged to a man she was in love with, and out for a morning jog. Probably she was thinking about nothing but the morning air, what she would cook for lunch and how the baby within her was growing. Maybe she was talking to the child in her own way, telling him or her about what she loved to imagine. She was running along, noticing what was around her, probably listening to her IPOD, and enjoying her life. A man noticed her running and opened the trunk of his car. When she grew closer to him, he grabbed her and stuffed her into his trunk. He was a big man and she was a small woman with delicate bones and a delicate face. This man stole her  and took her to a place not far from where they started. She made a couple of calls from the trunk of his car, describing the man and his car and asking for help. The people she called couldn’t help her fast enough. This man did things to her that will never leave my mind as they are so violent and so obviously hateful of women. Violent things that I hope she never felt. I hope she was long dead before he started his disgusting and sick acts. I am afraid she was not. To say I am shocked by this crime would be too light a description. Everyone who knew her is shocked and deeply wounded by this single act of terrible violence. I can’t understand where this desire to hurt women comes from. How could a man decide in the blink of a morning to abduct a strange woman, happily jogging along in the morning light, stuff her in his trunk, and  take her to a place where he could torture her and kill her. The police caught the man and he later confessed. He said he knew it was wrong and that he had a daughter.The press announced his mother had killed two of her children almost as if it were genetic, this murder trait. Even as I am writing this I am aware of how simplistic it sounds. Where does this killing streak begin? Where do men and women become so deranged that a life becomes so meaningless  it can be extinguished in a second? Where and why do human beings commit murder as easily as they spit or go to the bathroom?The real question is how do the many friends and loved ones of this young woman continue to live their lives? How do her parents recover from losing their child in this way? I think I am a Buddhist but at time like this I wish our criminal justice system punished people who commit these crimes by doing to them exactly what they did to their victims and making certain they feel all the pain their victims felt. Shocking? Yes. But it is how I feel.

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power and powerlessness at the Farm

If we feel powerless we behave badly: people who crave power are usually people who feel in some way inadequate on this earth.It doesn’t seem to matter if we are seeking power through control of a few others, or one other person, or an entire country, it is a bad idea if we do not recognize why we are doing it.

I live in a condominium development where the people who are in charge are very focused on not allowing anyone to make any choices about their surroundings. They reserve the right to oversee almost every detail from where a new tree gets planted to where and how one can park a car. In the beginning I paid little attention to these people finding it is better in life to ignore anyone who seeks to control the lives of others. I have found in my life many people who enjoy positions of power in small communities as perhaps they feel powerless in the overall scheme of things. Yesterday I was lying in bed reading the paper with my small dog beside me when I heard a commotion outside my window. As I looked outside I saw a few men climbing the tree on my patio and trimming the boughs of this lovely old tree. When I moved into this place I was sold on the idea of condo living because of the privacy I found here. The trees outside my window afforded  real privacy for me and I loved the beauty of their graceful limbs.Once I saw this beauty being destroyed by workers who had no regard as to how the tree was growing I became angry and yes, fearful. I felt powerless. I called the management office and asked to speak with whomever was in charge of this work. The men outside told me the head person had been told of my upset at the trimming and had told them to ignore me and keep on cutting. When I reached this man later on and expressed my thoughts on the trees and mentioned it would have been correct to speak with me about the trimming rather than telling the men to continue the work, he had no answer. I knew this man was indeed a victim of powerlessness. In his life somewhere there had been an angry woman who had turned him against all other women who he viewed as attempting to control him.This may sound like a pat diagnosis of bad behavior but in my heart I know it is true. There was pleasure for him in this power over me.

It is my reaction that I am still surprised at as I continue to think if I just keep trying some day I will not react to bad behavior but I always do. I react to people who ignore appropriate communication and go with the way of power.I react to feeling controlled by anyone.

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Push me Pull you or the pushmepullyou

Dr Doolittle coined the phrase long before anyone else had a hold of it. I am talking about the dance in relationships of too near too far, too close too distant, or available versus unavailable. I suffer from all the above and have done so all of my life. When someone gets too close to me I find it pleasant, at times, and then suffocating, at other times. I am working on a peaceful coexistence with the world and my intimate friends but it will probably take me all of this lifetime and some of the next to work it out in a comfortable way. While I long for closeness the actuality of it makes me reach for my asthma inhaler. It is so interesting to me particularly during this time of struggle and fear in the world. I had a talk today with my friend, Jack Kornfield, who is a Buddhist monk and a great teacher. We went for a walk at Spirit Rock and came upon a place filled with small things people had left as gifts for the universe which made us both feel like children who had found magic.That’s what I love about Jack: he has an amazing ability to live from a child’s perspective and find wonder everywhere. We spoke of how much a place like Spirit Rock is needed in the world today as so many people have lost everything and have little idea of how to survive. One has no idea of what tomorrow may bring in terms of financial stability which places so much pressure on relationships and on human beings both young and old. The entire world is affected and everyone in every country is suffering from feelings of powerlessness and pain. The only thing we can really count on is our own self and our ability to stay in the present moment, aware and alert, and the ablilityto reach out to those near and far from us and offer them a hand. Sometimes I forget how important it is to feel the comfort of someone’s hand or to see a warm smile directed at me. When I remember to reach out I feel joy in doing so. Spirit Rock has some prayer wheels placed around the grounds which one reaches out and spins on passing. There are written prayers placed inside which then are sent out into the universe with each spin. I am going to look for a prayer wheel for my house. I think it will be fun to have one.

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criticism and hope

Today I had a meeting with my writers group which is composed of women who are many different ages and of many different types. I love this group of women as they are so diverse yet so interesting to me. One of these remarkable women is 90 years old and working on her second novel. She published her first last year at the ripe old age of 89. One thing I notice about this group is the focus and attention given to the work of each member. Another thing I notice is the focus given to grammar and punctuation in everyone’s work. Today I received a critique on my blog  and one of our members announced she simply didn’t read or believe anything that had spelling mistakes in it. She said this disdainfully without looking at me and she was a youngish women.I watched my reaction to her remark with interest as I was surprised at the amount of emotion I felt. I realized some in my group are uncomfortable with my sharing of emotions in this blog as they view this as too “exposed”.  I view my blog as a place where I express the true side of my soul. The critical member of my group must fall into the “uncomfortable” category and yet, I had to agree with her as I am not a fan of misspelling but I do it all the  time having had learning disabilities as a child. I think I felt as if it were a shame she had missed the content of the blog by becoming annoyed at misspelling and turning off her mind. I am a believer in good communication as I spent so many years studying the subject. I think we listen to feedback if we are given both positive and negative feedback in the same session. Here is what is good and here is what needs work. If we hear something good about our work we are heartened and more likely to listen to where we need to work harder. I appreciate this woman’s comments as I will now be more careful of spelling errors but also more tolerant of others who also make errors but may have something interesting to say.It is my hope that eventually my group will return to the point of writing groups which is to encourage new ideas and new work among  its members and to provide feedback on content. While editing is very helpful it should not be the most important thing we do for each other but something we offer as an aid to publishing the final work.Sometimes we get so focused on the imperfection of one tree we miss the beauty of the forest.Imagine if we were to edit life in this manner… we would miss sunsets in favor of counting the clouds obscuring the sky.

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rules more rules and even more rules: Economic Freedom goes to Prison!

Each day the news has more articles on how we are going to solve the current economic crisis. There are lists of new rules to be  implemented as well as policies to be put in place by our well intentioned government that will supposedly stop the recession from continuing and prevent our world from falling into a downward spiral. All of the people making these rules are doing  so believing in the power of rules and in their ability to create order out of chaos. This line of reasoning is extinct and needs to be revised as it doesn’t work anymore. Rules only make more chaos and limiting the behavior of economic institutions or individuals only makes for more unreasonable behavior and more feelings of mistrust. Think about it for a moment. We have created an economic climate where there is no safe place to save money. Even treasury bills are unsafe as we have no idea if the United States government will hold up under the tremendous strain our bailout package is going to cost. Many people have lost everything  and many more will lose even more and yet we have speeches in Washington daily telling us not to worry and  this economic free fall is under control due to these “new rules”. Our leaders are desperately trying to get us to “buy in” to their ideas and beliefs so we will live our lives the way we used to by shopping and spending and having confidence in the strength of our government as well as our economic system. This is not happening and it is not happening for good reasons. Rules never make anything better, they tend to alienate and isolate individuals and create a lack of cohesion in a culture rather than a feeling of  safety. Safety is created through trust and the ability to rely on other individuals and on our own economic system. It’s quite similar to a marriage  in which trust has been violated and one of the partners has lied and been unfaithful to the other. If the couple decides to stay together and try to work out the relationship, there must be an openness in their communication as well as trust. This trust does not happen immediately as once a lie has been told,  it is hard to believe again in ones partner. The way to rebuild trust is to receive small truths over a period of time and be able to verify them. In other words, to ask where ones partner was when they are late in returning home and to receive an explanation that is verifiable. Unless the couple is able to go through the steps of this process with the expected falling back and going forward, the marriage may not survive and deepen from the experience.

In the case of our economy, it will take more than the recitation of new economic rules to create confidence among the people of the world. Interfering with an economic system is a debatable idea: allowing an economy to balance itself is not a popular tactic today yet it was once the only practice to live by. The first variable to be addressed is greed. This is such a big subject there is no way anyone could tackle it in one sitting. All of the countries in the world are watching the roulette wheel of our economy spin  and hoping the red or the black will pay off for them. We are all standing around the roulette table placing wagers on our future and some are doing this without considering the amount of risk they are taking in their wager. It seems we give lip service to cooperation and consideration of our fellow nations but we have no trust of them nor do we trust our own ability to save our country from this looming depression. We continue to make rules which apply today but may not apply tomorrow.

We need to take baby steps towards confidence by setting policies that have been agreed on through consensus building rather than rules. I don’t see this happening in the world, in our country, in the condominium development where I live, nor in my own family. People believe that rules will create order but it seems to me the more rules we have the greater the chaos becomes as no one likes restraint which they have not had a hand in creating.

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The economy: Where’s the bottom?

When I was a kid and I was in trouble, I used to think to myself  ” What’s the worst thing that could happen? “I would then come up with the worst punishment I could imagine. I would lie on my bed in my room where I had been confined and imagine what further punishment I might receive for the wrong I had committed. This would usually take me a few minutes. I would imagine the punishments and how they would feel. I would imagine the pain received. I would then feel in control of the future. It seemed simple to me to imagine pain received and then, pain being over. In today’s world I can’t imagine the pain or the punishment as the economic future seems completely out of control. Each day brings a new report of another company hitting  bottom and closing, more people being out of work, more homes being lost and more economic chaos. It seems we have no idea of when this slide will stop nor where we will be when it does. Sometimes I try to think of ways to save or invest in something that will be a needed commodity in future times and I come up empty. All around me I see friends who have to give up their homes, tuition for their children in college,  hopes for their future retirement, and I wonder where it will end. Tonight on the news there was a report of a tent city in Sacramento where 50 people a day arrive to pitch tents and subsist on handouts and good cheer of others who are out of work and homeless. Still I do not see a solution being offered by our government. The problem is too great for any one person to solve. I wonder what will happen and what will be valued? “Invest in treasury bills!” says one smart friend, but what will happen to treasuries if our government goes broke? What value will cash hold if there is no backing to the dollar? I hate to be negative but I can’t feel any other way. I think I am not alone in this and I am worried for all of us feeling this way. I want to feel connected to my family and my friends and I want to believe in a circle of support but I am having a hard time doing it. I don’t feel depressed, I feel empty and powerless which seems to be a common feeling. Even Warren Buffet feels this way. I wonder where Warren keeps his cash?I keep thinking  if we all stick together we can get through this but I am growing tired of thinking this way as it doesn’t seem practical. I understand those that retreat to the wilderness and grow their own food. The thing I don’t understand is the desire to buy guns and larger guns and to stockpile ammo. We have had enough of wars to know they never solve anything and just create more rules. Yes, it is true that a war usually solves a recession but to what end? The current economy will produce more crime and more hatred if we don’t find a way to see our own commonality. I am trying to do that every day and I will keep on trying. I hope we all try as if we don’t we will become even more disenfranchised. “What’s the worst thing that can happen?” God only knows.

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yoga and the world economy, Obama is fading

Yesterday I went to a wonderful yoga class in California where everyone in yoga looks like an ad for life in Marin county: fit, lovely and cheerful.I have to admit I like the look as well as the feeling. What can I say? I like it when people are friendly to me and act as if they are happy to spend a few minutes chatting with me.I like feeling as if I am in  a safe place where people are not hostile nor are they bitter, angry or jealous. Life is infinitely easier when we are surrounded by those who love us and who enjoy our company. Now that I have gotten that off my chest let’s move on to the world. At the end of yoga class the teacher thanked us for sharing the space in such a careful manner and being so aware of our neighbors. She went on to add that it would be a good thing if the world could learn to do this as well. This Thursday most of the leaders of the free world are meeting in London and for one day their agenda will be about the current economic crisis  and possible solutions. Obama is going to London with a big speech in his head and the desire to gather all the world leaders under his umbrella. He needs to have this happen as without the support and agreement of these countries his economic bailout plan will not work. If other world leaders decide not to support the idea of a stimulus package, we will be in big trouble. I think we will be in big trouble.

Why in the world would other countries go along with our ridiculous economic stimulus package and agree to pour their own money down the drain right along with us? The stimulus package is so enormous most people don’t even know how many zero’s there are in the numbers being discussed. It is as if we are all playing Monopoly and the bank just keeps passing out money to all the players because there happens to be a lot of extra paper money in the board game box.It is meaningless. More and more cash being thrown at a problem that was created by the careless use of cash.Obama is beginning to sound and look like Alfred E Neuman reading his text from the teleprompter and desperately trying to look strong, intelligent and in control of the situation. Mind you, I don’t think that anyone else could have done any better. Obama is the sacrificial lamb of today’s economy: his youth and inexperience will begin to make him look undependable just as those charactericstics made him so appealing to so many last fall. There is no way this poor guy will end out a winner and rescue us from disaster. No one can do this. I think we should all consider sharing space in a good way as we do in yoga class yet I know I am being unrealistic. No one can change human nature.

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no attention span for pain

I have no attention span so I recognize this trait in others easily. It is easy to see , not requiring patient observation nor any real listening skills. All one has to do today is pick up the newspaper or sit down and listen to the business news. Last week most financial  experts on Bloomberg or CNN told us very clearly that the economic downturn was a thing of the past. It was a great time to jump back into the market. There were many opportunities to make money and we should all  ”believe in the future of our great country.” I listened to these announcements with a low level rage that surprised me. I kept thinkng of the many people out there who had lost everything in the market or in their 401 K’s and how their lives had changed. I thought of all the families who were unable to buy food  or pay for their kids to go to college. There are so many things to listen to now that are sad and hopeless. So many retired folks who thought they had saved enough to see themselves through a comfortable retirement and are too old to return to work. I agree it might have been tempting to believe in the words of these financial experts and jump back into the market. What fun it would be to put quarters in a slot machine and know it was going to pay off each time you did. I wanted to believe in this positive news as well but something told me not to so I didn’t. Today the market lost most of the gains of the past month and I bet it will keep falling for the rest of the year. I wish the people who report the news would report the uncertainty of the stock market and the world economy so people who should save their money would do so. I wish we had more attention span for pain and frustration. I wish we would all become more Buddhist in  our thinking and in our living. I wish the Peace Corps would start a reverse osmosis and people from underdeveloped nations would send some of their citizens here to teach us to grow beans and rice and live simply with little to distract us from our daily tasks at hand.Wouldn’t it be interesting if we stopped watching television and started reading again or took up knitting? Or what if we went out in our neighborhoods and knocked on doors and invited people over to our homes for a meal? What would happen if we decided to break apart the “culture of loneliness” written about by a few sociologists by organizing groups of people who live right near us and building new support systems? Leonardo da Vinci built machines that no one had dreamed of and no one built in his lifetime yet he drew up endless plans of the future. What if we began right now building our own social systems that were based on the universal idea of love and acceptance and care of those who couldn’t care for themselves? What if we made it our duty to bring  joy into someones life on a daily basis? What if we just smiled at a few people each day? Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

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Don’t believe the positive news and this from an optimist!

I mean it!  Though I would consider myself an optimist, I will not believe the positive news on the economy in the news media as it is improbable. There is no way the world can turn around on the head of a pin and become solvent, safe and economically sound in this short a period of time. There is no way our banks can become stabilized or our economic markets, balanced. We are simply unwilling to wait out this recession as we are all impatient with pain. I see people out in the malls carrying shopping bags and it makes me worried. I think about their credit card balances creeping up again and the amount of debt they are carrying. I think about how they will face their mortgage payment or rent due bill and I imagine the fear that will undoubtedly hit once people realize their spendable income is depleted and their assets have not grown.  In this country and perhaps in the world  people do not like to look at the future in terms of their own mortality but this is an exercise I have been practicing recently. I imagine how long I will live with all good luck and then I map out how much money I will need to live that long a period of time. I take into account the possible rate of inflation in future and come up with a figure I will need so that I will be self sustainable. It used to be clear to me that my future would be sound and money would not be a fear I needed to have. I think that many of us have realized that life as we knew it may not be the same in the future. Many of us have done the same exercise I have just described and realized that some changes will have to be made.I am not the biggest fan of changes in lifestyle, don’t get me wrong. I have been fortunate enough to have lived a great life and to have been able to do almost everything I wanted to do. I am doing a different kind of future reflection these days having just experienced my 60th birthday and noticing what has come up for me in terms of fear. I have always thought fear to be the most debilatating of emotions as it has the power to paralyse us right in our tracks and prevent us from moving forward or even sideways. I think fear is becoming an emotion we are losing track of as it is so appropriate at this time. We should be fearful about the world as we know it because it is only by being fearful that we will effect change and focus on stabilizing our world. I really believe we need to recognize that our lives are permanently changed and our behavior needs to change as a result of this. I feel like a punitive school teacher sayiing this but in my heart I know it to be true.

There’s a lot to be said for shelling peas on the back porch and then making the most delicious, bright green soup for dinner.I took my first trip to the Marin farmers market with a friend yesterday and decided that the $28.00 I spent was the best bargain I had made in almost my entire life. Not only was I satisfied in body but my mind was alive with the positive energy of the place, the young farmers as well as the young mothers buying fresh produce for their kids.A happy time that was priceless!

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Why we have Mothers Day

Today I went to the garden of a friend in Bolinas where there were a few wonderful women visitng for the day.I  wander ed about her garden and into her studio where she had many, incredibly lovely paintings she had done. As I was meandering around the place a woman came up to me to chat. She was dressed as only women dress who have reached a point in their lives where they know what they like and what pleases the eye. The particular shade of green she  favored was like a wonderful moss blanket growing around a happy rock in a woods where there were still magical things happening. Her face reflected calmness and a certain peace that comes from a warmth fed by slow fires and good books. This new friend of mine explained that Mothers Day had originated from  “Mrs. Howe”  who had gathered women around her during a war some years ago and asked the mothers not to send their sons to war. She believed that if all the mothers in the world decided not to allow their sons to fight, war might be stopped. I thought this was a wonderful story. I think many of us could do more to stop the fighting that is in constant motion all over our world. As mothers, we have a voice in what happens in the world and imagine if all of us prevented our sons from going to war and our daughter as well? Would the wars begin to slow down and eventually cease? Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

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gender differences

My daughter was commenting the other night on how different men and women were when congregating in groups of friends. She said when her boyfriend went out with his guy friends some good business happened as they got together in a collaborative way and made it happen. He would come home and tell her about the new project they had cooked up or a new song they had all written together.  She was trying to understand why this didn’t happen when she was with her women friends and explained it by the “hunter-gatherer” instinct in males. She believes that men collaborate better together as they learned this as cave men when men had to work together to bring home the bison. Women have not yet learned this as we are still competing for the men not believing we can makeit on our own now and get our own bison. The end result is that when we are together with other women we are still competing with each other rather than collaborating with each other. Those were not her words, exactly, but they sure made me think. My daughter is a supreme feminist as I am,  yet she had noticed this  and did not like it. I remember when I was teaching communication in a business school how easy it was to work with the men students as I would give them feedback and they would thank me. My women students would argue with me and defend themselves, not wanting to be criticized. They ( the women) viewed my feedback as criticism rather than helpful feedback on how to get a job. I remember trying to word things differently for both sexes but I always remember knowing I was the same as my women students. I know I act differently with men than with women and that I prefer the company of men as they are easier to be with for me. There is no competition and an easy acceptance that I enjoy.I find this reflection an interesting one and that’s all I have to say on this subject for now.

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Heart Attack From a Broken Heart

I read somewhere the other day that women sometimes had heart attacks when they broke up with a significant other. Perhaps it was people in general. I can’t be certain but it makes me wonder about the pain of relationships  and the actual physical damage this pain could do. The heart pain is so bad that it makes you believe you will never ever survive it even if you remind yourself a billion times a day that it will get better in time. It seems to hit in waves of remembrance which feel like waves of actual physical pain starting in your heart and then sometimes flowing out into your chest. You have a hard time breathing for a moment. You feel a certain panic filling your thoughts. It is hard to detach and practice Buddhist breathing or even to remind yourself why you can’t be with the other person. When you love someone you love them and that’s all there is to it. Funny who we chose to love…I don’t completely understand the whys or the hows of it. I think, for me, there is a “child” connection where I feel an instinctive connection with a person and that connection feels safe to me. When the connection is broken I feel as if I have suddenly lost my best friend.

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fall in love for the right reasons

What the Hell does that mean? I really hate that phrase particularly when people say it who have small and mean mouths. What could possibly be the “right” reason to fall in love? That you found the object of your affection fascinating? That you were irresistibly drawn to that person for reasons you could never articulate?That when you were with that person you felt calm and content or crazy and agitated? There doesn’t appear to be a right answer here for any one particular person as it is different for everyone. The one constant is the desire of most people to want to find someone with whom they feel safe and secure and beloved. I happen to believe that in every relationship there is a lover and a beloved. I am always the lover. I am changing my ways and am going to take on the beloved role now that I am a true adult. It must be nice to be the beloved. You sit there and bask in the admiration of the lover who is always considering what it is that might make you happier, more comfortable or more cosy. The beloved has no problem knowing what name to put on the form at the hospital where you must fill in the name of whom to notify in the event of an emergency. I remember once taking a boyfriend to the hospital for a test very early in the morning. We had been dating almost a year and I felt things were pretty solid. I watched him fill out his form very carefully and then asked him whose name he had written in the space for notifying someone in an emergency. He looked up at me rather sheepishly and said that he had written the name of his ex wife in that space. I felt really angry at first and then I just felt sad. I have an “ex” as well but I would never put his name in that space on my form as we just don’t have that type of relationship.I know a lot of single people like me who have sadness around this issue.We all want to be in love for whatever reason there might be. When we believe in love we are very frightened underneath it all as getting older doesn’t make losing at love easier, it makes it much more difficult. Just as real wounds heal less fast in older people, so do wounds of the heart. Younger people don’t want to know this as most hope the pain of relationships will lessen as one ages. No such luck!

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scare me and I will do as you ask!

A friend of mine went to a benefit dinner recently where the hosts of the event were raising money for the blind. After the guests were seated , the chair of the evening announced that dinner would be held in absolute darkness so the guests would  ”know” what it was like to be blind. The lights were extinguished and the dinner served by waiters who were sight challenged. The dinner guests reacted by not reacting so used were they to shock tactics to get their attention. My friend was really furious as he felt manipulated, and rightly so, by the plan of the evening. The darkness frightened him and he felt controlled and manipulated by the situation. Evidently others felt the same way as the usual amount of cash did not appear afterwards though no one spoke up at the time.  I don’t blame him. I felt the same way today at a training I attended for healers in my town. At one point in the program designed to help volunteers work with those who were ill with cancer, a woman gave a presentation which was focused on the process of grief.  She asked us to write on 10 pieces of paper the things we valued most in our lives. Many of us wrote these things down with thought and some pain as we remembered our loved ones and our lives. The leader of this exercise appeared again in front of us dressed in a dime store version of an angel: wings and a gilt halo atop her head. We all laughed nervously when she appeared. She stated in a strange voice, “I am the angel of death! Give me three of your pieces of paper!” We all looked through our papers searching for the ones we could give up without pain. She then asked for three more pieces and we gave her three more. Finally, we were all left with one piece of paper. Supposedly, written on this piece  of paper was the most important thing we valued above all else in life. She asked that we give this to her. I substituted a blank piece of paper for this request. Though I clearly knew this was an exercise, I was unwilling to go along with this woman as I felt manipulated by her strange costume and impersonation of “the angel of death.” For me , this exercise was not successful in teaching the concept which I was unsure of. Describing it here in my blog is difficult as it seems relatively harmless but in the room there was an enormous amount of mostly painful emotion. These women were imagining all over again the losses they had suffered in their lives or future losses they might suffer.I believe from what I have experienced with death and loss people learn how to deal with others who have suffered by empathic understanding of the sense of loss. To dramatize the feeling of loss in a false manner and by introducing comedy to the exercise this woman created a feeling of deep sadness within our group. I later commented to this woman on how I felt and what I had done with my slip of paper. Her comment to me in return was that ” I must have a lot of issues surrounding loss to have withheld my piece of paper from her.” I was surprised by this reaction as I usually expect another person to listen to my feedback and not take it personally. She went on to say that she was going to use my story as an example of a person who had “control” issues.  I found this inappropriate in any number of ways. I think both of us felt frustrated by the interaction. I find that in todays’ world the advertising industry has decided that shock is the only way to reach people for behavior change. I disagree with this being a Buddhist at heart. I think we all feel enough pain today to last a lifetime and that we feel better and do more good in the world by being shown compassion and loving kindness. I think  an exercise in loss shouldn’t be necessary in a group of volunteers who have already decided to give up a part of their time to work with those in pain. Perhaps no one has vocalized this before  during this exercise but in vocalizing my feelings I found solace in knowing everyone has the right to be heard and respected. A clear and organized presentation demonstrating the stages of grief would have been a lot more helpful to me.

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Gratitude for Dogs

The night is young as they say and I am enjoying the soft fog curling about the hills of Marin as well as the antics of “Rosie”, my small dog, who continues to entertain and delight me. I completely understand why studies show that people who live alone benefit from the presence of an animal. My Rosie adds an enormous amount of pleasure to my life particularly in the morning. Rosie sleeps patiently next to me in my bed yet somehow knows the exact moment I  awaken in the morning when she begins our ritual of dachshund/human love. She burrows under the covers right by my face and announces in her own way that she needs attention in the form of adoring belly scratches. I never withhold love from Rosie as whatever I give her is given back three times over. The sheer delight of our morning encounters never ceases to bring me joy and laughter. With Rosie, love seems so simple. The agenda is food, scratching, petting, walking and then sleeping. I know what to do for her, and she, for me. She looks in my eyes and says to me she understands what I feel and accepts it. I look into hers and know what it feels like to absolutely adore someone. A friend of mine said the other day that she loved her dog as much as her daughter and I understood. Rosie goes everywhere with me and often speaks to strangers. Sometimes people call my house and ask to speak to her as she is a very good conversationalist. She has advice on all matters of life including: dress, men, sex, children and , above all else, food. She really is not interested in wine which disappoints me. The other day she commented to me that I should see more of my friends in California as I seemed much happier here than in the east. She really likes my boyfriend as he likes her and sometimes that’s all it takes for us to like someone else. She tells me he needs to wake up and realize that love is all there is and I completely agree with her. What I have noticed is that sometimes people prefer to sleep very soundly through life and there is really not much you can do to wake them up. You can nudge them with your dachshund nose and look at them with your melting brown eyes and , frankly, if they can’t adore you they are fools!

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