Sunday, June 19, 2016

Father's Day - The Complicated Holiday

We were talking tonight about Father's Day, my wife and I. She's taught 3rd and 4th grade for many years. Each year she scans the fresh young faces sitting before her, doing a quick assessment of their home situation each Mother's Day and Father's Day. Is there a Mom at home? Is Dad in the kids' lives? A proactive measure before doing anything as reckless as making a card or a gift for the holiday. Not everyone has an active, present, or alive Mom or Dad. If it's too complicated for even one child, she'll skip making the cards or gift.

There was only one year in all her years of teaching that Mother's Day had to be shelved so as to not bring attention to the fact that a child's Mother was far from "Best Mom in the World" material. Only one year. In fact, some kids have had to make two cards for their two Moms who are their parents.

But Father's Day? I hate to say it guys, but our gender isn't representing so well. It's a lot easier for a man to walk away in one form or another.

She looks over her class each year and sees the ghosts of men that some families have for a father. There's the drunks; the missing in action fathers; the inactive ones; the ones in horrific, hateful battles with the mother; the dads who have a restraining order on them and are court-ordered to stay away from the family -- and the men who don't need a court order to stay away because they left long ago on their own.

There was the year that a child's father, who was also a heroin addict, overdosed right before Father's Day. The boy was told by family that he died from taking too many vitamins. Oh, the stories we tell ourselves and our children to explain the men who've disappeared. It's complicated.

She said to me tonight: "Thankfully Father's Day comes the last week of school and there's so much else going on that we can ignore it entirely. It's too complicated for too many kids in class."

There hasn't been one Father's Day in all her years with 8 & 9 yr olds that she could look out over her class of kids and naively take them down a warm and fuzzy path that would lead to their fathers. That path is too riddled with landmines for far too many.

It's too easy for men to 'hit and run' - leave some sperm and carry on without looking back or forward, hitting the door running, escaping - leaving their sperm donation and children behind. They make us look really bad, fellas.

Of course there's some very good Dads out there, too, and today we honor them. Many of them will get a bit of recognition - a favorite breakfast, a card, a hug, a day off... But the Fathers who deserve that recognition? They don't need any of that; it's not about what recognition they'll get. For them, it will be another day of giving just like every other day, filled with the daily sacrifices it takes to earn that title of Father.

So, for you men who have earned that title of Father, the faulty, imperfect, very human men teaching their kids by example how to rise above our collective brokenness, still trying your damnedest every day to simply show up and be present - We salute you. We recognize you. This is for you, your kids, and our future: Michael Franti singing 'Forever By Your Side" -- Yes, indeed. 

Recognition also to the Grandfathers, Uncles and Other Men who step in when a Father is absent. It's all about the love and making a little patch of this earth and our human family better.

Happy Father's Day, gentlemen. You know who you are.

Friday, June 3, 2016

"I Want" - Alejandra Ribera

You had the gun, I had the horse. We took a photograph.
Now I can’t find my way back. And all I’m grieving was a dream.
I’m down this rabbit hole. Even the madness cannot shield this soul. 
There’s so much labor just in breathing lately. 
There’s so much labor just in breathing lately. There’s so much labor just in breathing.
I want the ocean open up before me. I want the aching of a melody.
I want a comrade to share this with me. I want, I want just to want just a little something.
I want to feel the power of a song. I want the light to carry me along.
I want to feel the wind upon my skin. I want the life-force back in my blood again!
I want the ocean open up before me. I want the aching of a melody.
I want a comrade to share this with me. I want, I want just to want anything.

Take these seeds and burn them all. So they don’t take root in me.
I cannot face upstream. He abandoned ship to join a war. Hope he’s victorious.
The water level is rising in this Styrofoam cup.
There’s so much labor just in breathing lately. 
There’s so much labor just in breathing lately. There’s so much labor just in breathing. 
I want the ocean open up before me. I want the aching of a melody.
I want a comrade to share this with me. I want, I want just to want just a little something.
I want to feel the flower of the song. I want the light to carry me along.
I want to feel the wind upon my skin. I want the life-force back in my blood again!
I want the ocean open up before me. I want the aching of a melody.
I want my comrades to share this with me.
I want, I want just to want anything.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Warm Hearth Haiku

warm tea, cold morning
the returning sun climbs high ~
another day blooms.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Frida Kahlo Gives Loss the Boot!

Toward the end of a lifetime of rising above the brutalities of her lifelong physical battles, Mexican artist Frida Kahlo had to have a leg amputated. Always one to stare her demons straight in the eye, she didn't shrink back. Instead, she designed her own prosthesis with a style that was truly her own. Only Frida would think of decorating it and adding bells to it to make it sing with each step. 

She was both defiant and boldly accepting to the end! 














"Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?" 
                                                    Frida Kahlo

Friday, October 16, 2015

Philippe Petit - Patron Saint of 'Tenacious Little Rats'

From the "poet who writes in the sky," wire-walker, Philippe Petit, a personal inspiration through my last 10 yrs of my own 'Balancing Act': 

“I know in my heart and body that I will successfully do the last step and, therefore, there are no question marks. Maybe there is a forest of exclamation points but I don’t ask myself: 'Oh my God, I hope the cable will support me.' I go there because I am solid. It is this solidity of the most fragile action a human being can do on a little wire that inspires people.

“So it’s really life-affirming. I don’t risk my life. I do something maybe mysterious, but very noble, and carry my life across.”

The word “impossible” doesn’t faze him, either. “I am a fighter,” he stressed. “I am a tenacious little rat who doesn’t take impossible for granted.”





Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Breathing Lessons



....been trying to change my funky nervous system wiring [result of chemotherapy, cancer, and meds that are a double-edged sword] through regular meditation practice. Book recommendation: 'You Are Not Your Pain'. This poem, a reminder:



Breathing Lesson

Breathing in I see the world;
breathing out I know I’m alive.

Breathing in I hear the world;
breathing out I know I’m alive.

Breathing in I smell the world;
breathing out I know I’m alive.

Breathing in I taste the world;
breathing out I know I’m alive.

Breathing in I touch the world;
breathing out I know I’m alive.

Breathing in I know the world;
breathing out I know I’m alive.

Breathing in I feel the pleasure of the world;
breathing out I know I’m alive.

Breathing in I am content with the world;
breathing out I know I’m alive.

Breathing in I release the world;
breathing out I know I'm alive....

Friday, June 19, 2015

Lymphomopoly Haiku


...roll the dice, pass go ~
collect two hundred dollars;
chance card says s'all good.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Dhamma Haiku

I am not my thoughts. 
Just pretty little trinkets - 
Look! A shiny one! 



Wednesday, May 6, 2015

The Dance Between Pain and Suffering ~ the Breath

"As long as you are breathing there is more that is right with you than wrong with you, no matter what is wrong." 
                                                             - from Jon Kabat-Zinn 
                                                                         "Mindfulness Meditation for Pain Relief"

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Spring Shower Haiku

petrichor rising ~
is there anything better?
rain, earth, breath, entwined

Monday, March 23, 2015

Helen Keller - On Looking Too Long

"When one door of happiness closes, an-
other opens; but often we look so long at
the closed door that we do not see the one
which has been opened for us. "

- Helen Keller

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Haiku Under the Radar









Another three months.
Move along, nothing to see.
Pass 'Go' and collect.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Thrity Below Zero Haiku

Hunkering down here - 
Just fourteen degrees colder
Up at the North Pole




Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Burn, Baby, Burn!








"When you do something, you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself." 

                 ~ Shunryu Suzuki

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Remembering the Path





The next generation at the Indian Trail, our grandchildren, seeing for the first time the new sign dedicating the trail, honoring its history and stories for future generations; stories kept alive partially through the efforts of their Grandma's 3rd/4th grade classroom.




 “We’re going to play on the Indian trail,” I heard my children say many times as they set off to play in the park across the street and disappear into the ridge of woods along the edge, out of sight of parental eyes; a place for kids to build forts, play and have the privacy of their own secret worlds. 

The park had all the usual amenities of swings, slides, playing fields and even a good sledding hill, but West Park also contained the remnants of what at one time was part of the extensive foot trails that connected the Native American communities of the area; a trail connecting to other trails that over time became the roads and eventually the highways of today. They all began centuries ago with a foot trail like ours in our little park, but this small tributary path still remains as a small footpath. It remained because of the feet of children who still played on it over the years. It remained because the Boy Scouts in 1929 dedicated the trail with a rock landmark honoring the Anishinabae people, the Three Fires Confederacy of the Ojibwe, Odawa and Potawatomi people who lived here long before the white settlers arrived to this land. It remained as all paths remain: by its use.

Years ago when it was used as a trading route for several different local tribes - a common greeting heard on the trail in the local language of the Ojibwe was, “Aani ezbi-bimaadiziyin?” How is your path in life? A powerful greeting, that to answer, speaks volumes. It speaks to where you’ve been and where you hope to go; what you’ve encountered and what perhaps lies ahead. This is helpful information shared between travelers on the same road - not only about the road itself, but also about life. How is YOUR path IN LIFE? That’s deep. Both practical and deep -- and helpful information.

Sometimes we find ourselves in shock, dropped suddenly into a remote jungle where there seems to be no path, just choking vines and tangled forest all around. A sudden diagnosis of cancer 9 years ago this Autumn equinox was a time like that for me. I felt lost in the dark, dense jungle - alone. Turns out, that’s pretty normal. Everyone feels that way initially, but upon closer look we find a path left by those who've gone before. Their many feet mark the way with a well-worn path. The quicker we see clearly that not only is there a path through the jungle, but that others are holding lamps that light the way, the quicker we realize that we are not alone. We become the living link, a landmark between those who have walked before and those who will come after.

Perhaps the jungle is a sudden loss of health, or perhaps it's a divorce, or the loss of a loved one - any of the sudden veers in life -- and veer it will. Just keep your feet true to the path. Literally, just one footstep at a time. That’s all that is needed. No need to clear a new path with a machete; just find the one others have walked, step on it, and follow.... leaving your footsteps for others to follow you.

How is my path in life?

It's good. After a dense patch that was filled with mice, medicine, and mystery, the path is rising up over the clearing here. I can see far, farther than perhaps ever before. I can see far back into time, memories, and generations before with gratitude. I can see today’s path with clarity - and it’s beautiful - each day appreciated like the chance to start new that it is; something so simple, to make the most of this stretch of the path; showing up, fully. Ahead, it vanishes into the clouds same as for all of us, hidden by the Unknown and Unknowable; waiting with tomorrow’s surprises, both magical and challenging, the mysterious unknown that keeps the whole adventure interesting. So how is my path in life today? Solid. Grounded to the earth. This lovely earth. Thank you for asking.

And how is your path in life?







Anishinabae Haiku

Remember the Path
Sometimes the way home is long
Old earth; still here; now.




Sunday, September 14, 2014

for Sombra de la Noche (Nightshadow) - "Ché" [ May 2001 - Sept 9, 2014 R.I.P. ]

For my Medicine Dog/Helper & Shadow - Ché - written just a few days ago after one of our late night walks -  before knowing it would be one of our last. Ché, you are missed greatly, but your lessons are carried forward, my sweet Boy.


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 under the full moon
my shadow walks alongside ~
cricket legs chirping

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Monoclonal Antibody Haiku











so that I might live ~
many lives of many mice
sacrificed. Thank you.





[A monument honoring mice used for DNA research; Novosibirsk, Russia ]

Monday, August 11, 2014

Awe


Have you had a moment of awe lately? Take a look from a higher perspective; it will shake the priorities straight. Enjoy ~ [view full screen]

http://twistedsifter.com/videos/iss-earth-timelapse/

Friday, August 8, 2014