Gratitude Sunday: Spring Warrior Days

Gratitude * Sunday


Quote of the Week – “A warrior acts as if he knows what he is doing, when in effect he knows nothing.” Carlos Castaneda

Sunday Haiku
Calm, warm, sunny day
interrupted by wet gale
retreats to peaceful.

Sunday Musings
Here we are again. One fourth of 2019 is gone. Twenty-five percent of the year is behind us. I know, math, right? Wasn’t Christmas just yesterday? Only half a year before HalloThanksMas is upon us again.

Spring is a good time for renewal. Like the blossoming of the vast variety of flowers returning after a bleak cold winter, and the promise of fruit and vegetables to come, spring is a good time to reflect on how we survived this winter, what trials we faced, what we rose above, what we may have accomplished. A time to look forward, perhaps make some plans (with built in flexibility), clean some old stuff out (both physical and mental), and continue the process of opening up to possibilities. A time to re-vitalize and look at our strengths. Our weaknesses are often all too obvious.

Three years now since my unexpected unemployment trauma. Good days and bad days are part of my semi-retired world. Sometimes the body cooperates, sometimes the brain does, on the best days both happen at the same time. When we feel strong we should speak and behave strongly, and when we feel weak we should take the time to rest and restore ourselves. We never give up even when feeling weak.

Spring is the best time to remember we are warriors. We survived another winter and to be alive at all is to have won the fight. Many fights are harder than others. Some of us don’t have the ability to speak for ourselves and need others to do so for us. Some of us cannot bear to speak of what we carry with us as we move mightily forward against the current. Some of us speak loudly because it is all we have left as we search for answers in this crazy world we’ve made. Some of us fear to speak because we’ve been silenced or denigrated in the past.

This spring is especially good to take stock. To seriously evaluate your education, your belief system, your relationship to money, your ability and joy in whatever work you do, perhaps add your connection to others into the mix. It’s quite a task to think about those elements of oneself honestly and openly with thoughts toward improvement. Nobody is above improvement. It’s really the only valid competition.

Why this spring, this particular spring? Our world is changing. America is changing, the United States of and all the other Americas. The next year and a half the United States of America will be fighting for democracy and progress. If we are still able to vote in 2020 we will up for the fight of the century.

What do you mean “still able to vote”? I mean we have a whacko (who knows? Alzheimer’s like his father died from? delusions/mental illness? spoiled brat/bully/rape mentality? who knows? I might not care why, but I fret about the consequences) con-man in the White House who seems to think the position he got by default makes him above the law and any other rule he declares himself above, a man who lies and shows his ignorance every time he opens his mouth and steals directly from the tax investments of decent, honest, hardworking, accountable American workers. And he seems to have a whole raft of paid sycophants supporting his hateful manipulations. We must be prepared for the worst (he declares himself president for life or otherwise rigs voter suppression on a massive scale) and for the best (he leaves office peacefully, without hassle or question, hopefully relieved to be done with the last four years).

Are we strong enough to look democracy in the face and say yes, I stand for democracy? Are we ready to move progressively forward into the rest of the 21st century, where we can’t keep doing things the same old way and expect different results? Can we, as a nation, evaluate what is working right in America and what isn’t working that used to work? Could it be that simple, to start with what isn’t working and prune that out?

The current GOP administration’s version of pruning hasn’t worked as they bumble around mucking things up by doing nothing and lying about it or doing something extreme and lying about it. This experiment is only two years old and half of America was already on edge on election day 2016 knowing it wouldn’t bode well. With any luck at all this part of the American experiment will be over in November 2020, and we will be on to the next chapter, maybe progressively re-setting standards and ethics as we go.

To do so we must be strong warriors. We must not let the lies, which are lied about the next day and the next, deceive us, keep us befuddled, or be the shiny distractions they are meant to be. We must be seekers of truth and light. We must be persistent and consistent. Even if we don’t know what we are doing.

I don’t. Know what I’m doing, that is. Just like these United States, I’m making it up as I go along. I didn’t get issued a manual on how to do me, just as no country comes with instructions. Which task is easier, figuring out how to be me, which as hard as I try I can’t seem to manage without help despite the myth of self-sufficiency, or figuring out how to live in a society that expects something from you but resents helping you when help is needed? In America right now it seems the current administration is making it up in extremis, violating every established norm possible, and rapidly running in reverse like the Red Queen in Alice in Wonderland. In my quest for knowledge there is so much I’ve learned and so much I don’t know.

So what do we do? To quote Pema Chodron, start where you are. So many ways to do you. I am like water, never the same twice, yet always the same. Like water I have low days and high days, muddy days and clear days. Like water I have a voice. We are all of us made of water, and we all have a voice; some days my voice is loud when I am feeling stronger and my banks are full, some days my voice recedes when I am drained and empty. I admire people who appear or truly are constantly confident; my confidence is as wavering as water.

Like the Lorax who speaks for the trees some of us speak for others who cannot speak for themselves. So many people are marginalized for whatever reason, and then blamed for their own plight. We must speak for ourselves and each other. If we are to remain a democracy or even a democratic republic, we must retain the right to vote. The poor and every other marginalized group must have a place at the table. We must learn what we’ve done in the past, and move forward. Whether we know nothing or learn something there is only forward; there is no “again”. Let’s start there.

As we move forward let’s also imagine the lives of our grandchildren’s grandchildren whose lives lie within us at this very moment. We share with each new generation. We might not get to meet them, just like we didn’t get to meet some of our forebears, but we carry them in our blood. We are all connected and only as good as the least of us. On our warrior days we stand and speak for us and we use both our indoor and outdoor voices. We can be so much better than this.

Color Watch – colorful attractions in my neighborhoods this week – The soft red blossoms and shiny green leaves of the camellia. Glorious purple tulips and one golden yellow interloper. Love my naturalized white wood violets that return every year defying the scorched earth policy of the hubster’s lawn mower. Yellow clouds of Oregon grape along many highways and in many a road divider as well. Another shade of pink of what a reader (thank you!) identified as andromeda. I’ve seen many in creamy white; pink is one of the fancy versions.

Current View – {These are only my opinions about movies and books, but don’t let me stop you from trying these reviewed items yourself; your opinion may differ.} The OA (2018, rated TV – MA), season two. I watched season one three times it was so fascinating, a fantastical story about kidnapping, death experiments, and multiple dimensions of alternate realities. This is a tough series to get hooked on. Because of the intricacies of production it took them two years to create the second season, and it looks like two years before the next. * Agatha and the Truth of Murder (2018, TV movie, not rated), an uncomplicated story about Agatha Christie and a fictional projection of what she might have done during the days of her infamous disappearance.

Currently ReadingMr Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore (2012, fiction) by Robin Sloan (American author). As a victim of the recession a young man has to find a job and answers a help wanted ad he sees in a store window. * Utopia For Realists: How We Can Build the Ideal World (2017, sociology) by Rutger Bregman (Dutch historian). Bregman lays out his progressive ideas through the lens of history and shows past examples of successes. * The Witch Elm (2018, fiction) by Tana French (American-Irish novelist). Murder mystery. No spoilers. Recommended.

This week I have been grateful for:

  • Being gifted three bags of big girl’s clothes, some are my size, and some please my color sense, and a couple pieces will be passed along to another big girl.
  • Tiny sharp scissors to cut tags out of clothing.
  • My sensitive skin.
  • Pockets! Great big fat pockets on my new fat pants.
  • Weeding a couple things out of my old wardrobe to go with the couple gifted pieces that are moving on to the next big girl.
  • My silly perversion of looking at houses on-line whose property taxes are more than I will ever make in a year. It entertains me.
  • Having a blood draw this week with no big hole or bruise in my arm.
  • A doctor visit with good numbers. Peculiar how doctoring and medicine has become about numbers. Sometimes it seems it’s only numbers. At least we have good numbers.
  • Report on the blood draw was all good as well. Because inquiring readers want to know.
  • The rain.
  • The sun.
  • How fast the grass grows in the spring and how it looks like the hair of a newborn, wild and every which way, before the lawn mower gives it the first cut of the year.
  • A really nice small pineapple. Small families need smaller amounts for less waste.
  • Artichoke hearts and cream cheese.
  • Water.

Hoping you have a lovely week.

Namaste. Peace. Blessings.

Floral ribbon border by Laurel Burch

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1 Response to Gratitude Sunday: Spring Warrior Days

  1. piratesorka says:

    The Orange One will not step away from the presidency easily. He views himself as King for LIfe. If anyone would get the crown wrestled away from him it would have to be his own daughter Ivanka Jr.. The field of opposition does not cheer me either. Some look excellent but seriously lack rhe experience that the job needs. Others are so tarnished by their own doings or Orange Turds words that their chance of wining is seriously doubtful. Some make a better mark staying in the Senate longer. Others need to recluse themselves and step off from Center Stage ( I’m looking at you Bernie!) In short our country is a mess from within and out. Any goodwill /respect we may have won by our past has been lost The far right has gone insane.and the left is too disjointed. Gosh, aren’t I cheerful today!!!

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