Civility and Respect

28 Oct

 

   This election cycle made me realize very fast that civility and respect has been — not evident.  I believe I first heard it on the first time a while ago when a congressional representative yelled out “he lies,” meaning President Obama. Why should this happen?  Have manners and politeness gone out the window like a cage opened for a bird to fly?  The Presidency is the highest office of the United States and deserves admiration and esteem for that person who holds that revered position.  Why is it that the first African American who holds the office brings forth so much derision and bigotry in the populace?  Is it because it was always there just simmering on the surface waiting to erupt?  These issues are supposed to be long gone along with the antiquated notions of women who only belong in the kitchen, bedroom and not in the boardroom.  Nevertheless, here it lays deep, hurtful, and ripping America apart.  I definitely can relate to how African Americans feel about being different because I am a Jewish American and feels how antipathy works.  Some time ago, I had an acquaintance, who happens to be African American, over to my house for a meeting.  I was showing her around and in the guest bed room there happens to be two items on the wall that had her intrigued. One was of a cross stitch of a pilgrim couple and the other was a small “mammy quilt that I had put in a frame.  With eyebrows raised, she asked me, what that meant and why I indeed had that on the wall.  Without a beat, I told her I have them here so I can always remember that my ancestors (my Father) came to the United States from Poland  for religious freedom and we too were slaves in Egypt and knew how that felt.  As she turned, she said, “I see.”  If she did or not I do not know but I know because I saw from her eyes that “her” slavery was different.  I ask was it so very different.  Racism is bigotry if it is the color of your skin or a religion.  It still is there and shows that being discourteous and insulting hurts not only every American but it also shows the world how petty and shallow we are to judge someone only by their skin color and religion and not their character.  How can we, the United States of America, ever be an example and beacon to all nations if the people are rude to each other, do not respect another for their opposing ideas and cannot abide anything but white.

Politics A’Changin’

23 Jul

My politics must be changing.  I was just in my local supermarket that made my blood pressure rise through the roof.  At this time of the summer, I take advantage of the bounty that is offered and can it….can it….can it so in the winter the fuits and veggies of the summer can be eaten. Well of course I forgot a vital part of canning whole tomatoes and that is lemon juice in a bottle.  So off I went yet again to the market.  Standing in line ahead of me was a young Mexican woman in her twenties with two young children. I knew I was in for a longgggg wait when she started separating food items…..gallons of milk……breads…..vegetables which I think was corn and then various other items…..then out came the vouchers from the government.  Well the milk was for free, so was the bread and veggies which the vouchers paid for.  The other items which was less than $3.00 she paid for.  I frankly admit I was a little teed off at this point but I controlled myself because you do not know other peoples circumstances until I checked out and walked outside and saw the vehicle she got into………a brand new SUV…….that is when my blood pressure hit the ionosphere and I knew my liberal politics must be changing. I am not ready to admit I might be wrong on some issues but this food stamp business or whatever it is called these days, definitely, needs to be revisited to only Americans need apply!!

When the Muse Hits the Dust Part 2

21 May

It has been awhile since I have written anything, that happens and it happens to me alot.  I do not know have the disicpline to sit down and write everyday which someone who writes needs to do. An author I know says if writing is all you do than you have to just sit down and do it. Easier said that done Ms. successful new age romance writer!!  Right now I am in a severe writers block, cannot write journal entries, articles nor poems and I even found Facebook to be a chore.

What to do?  What do I  do?

And then I came up with the answer………….

I know………I will quilt!

So as the muse hit the fan, I have been sewing……….so all you out there and you know who you are………expect a mailman to come knocking on your door with a box sometime in the future.

Problem solved…that is for now……..until I get tired of hearing from my significant other….”will you get that damn crap off of the table.”

A techno rant!

6 Mar

 

You know I am beginning to loathe technology.  What happened to a time when you actually used a phone plugged into the wall in your kitchen or bedroom and actually sat down and spoke to someone in the PRIVACY of your house and not in the grocery store, neither walking down the street nor eating at a restaurant?  When was the last time you actually sat down and wrote a letter-that is if you can still actually write cursive, made out a check or sent a card you bought at a card store or (be still my fluttering heart) made a card?  When was the last time you took sweet-smelling, sun drenched and bleached whites in from outside after they were dried?  When was the last time you took a minute out of your busy day and knocked on your neighbors’ door not only to say hello but actually see if they were alright?  When was the last time you did something special for someone with no thoughts of quid quo pro? When was the last time you paid it forward without putting it on eBay to make some money? And lastly, when was the last time you actually turned off your computer and said…..no more?  A day?  A week?

   What happened to the simple life? Dinners at night with loved ones? Walks after dinner and schmoozing as you walked? Visits to Grammies, Gramps, Aunties, Uncles, and Cousins on weekends?  Actually going to synagogue on Friday or Saturday mornings or church on Sunday and being with your spiritual family? Family Circles once a month where everyone got together? A sleepover after long days of playing in the summer?  Actually after responding to an RSVP, then you go to the event instead of stiffing the host?  Windows opened and fans going instead of the reconstituted air conditioning air on long hot summer evenings? Kids running and playing until the sun goes down and parents call? Celebrating holidays with family and friends with your house bursting with love, joy and happiness?

   It seems that our society has taken one step ahead and five backward. We need all to take a technology time out to realize there is more to life than I-pads, cells, computers, big screen television sets the size of movie screens and the like. We need to be able to look each other in the eye, laugh, shake hands and get out from behind our inability relate to one another through cyberspace OR we will increasingly become like the song Zager and Evans wrote in the late 1960’s:

In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find

In the year 3535
Ain’t gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lie
Everything you think, do and say
Is in the pill you took today

In the year 4545
You ain’t gonna need your teeth, won’t need your eyes
You won’t find a thing to chew
Nobody’s gonna look at you

In the year 5555
Your arms hangin’ limp at your sides
Your legs got nothin’ to do
Some machine’s doin’ that for you

In the year 6565
You won’t need no husband, won’t need no wife
You’ll pick your son, pick your daughter too
From the bottom of a long glass tube

In the year 7510
If God’s a-coming, He oughta make it by then
Maybe He’ll look around Himself and say
“Guess it’s time for the judgement day”

In the year 8510
God is gonna shake His mighty head
He’ll either say “I’m pleased where man has been”
Or tear it down, and start again

In the year 9595
I’m kinda wonderin’ if man is gonna be alive
He’s taken everything this old earth can give
And he ain’t put back nothing

Now it’s been ten thousand years
Man has cried a billion tears
For what, he never knew
Now man’s reign is through

But through eternal night
The twinkling of starlight
So very far away

 

In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find

In the year 3535
Ain’t gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lie
Everything you think, do and say
Is in the pill you took today

In the year 4545
You ain’t gonna need your teeth, won’t need your eyes
You won’t find a thing to chew
Nobody’s gonna look at you

In the year 5555
Your arms hangin’ limp at your sides
Your legs got nothin’ to do
Some machine’s doin’ that for you

In the year 6565
You won’t need no husband, won’t need no wife
You’ll pick your son, pick your daughter too
From the bottom of a long glass tube

In the year 7510
If God’s a-coming, He oughta make it by then
Maybe He’ll look around Himself and say
“Guess it’s time for the judgement day”

In the year 8510
God is gonna shake His mighty head
He’ll either say “I’m pleased where man has been”
Or tear it down, and start again

In the year 9595
I’m kinda wonderin’ if man is gonna be alive
He’s taken everything this old earth can give
And he ain’t put back nothing

Now it’s been ten thousand years
Man has cried a billion tears
For what, he never knew
Now man’s reign is through

But through eternal night
The twinkling of starlight
So very far away

The end of a story…..

29 Feb

Recently I had a DUH moment, I was up at 4AM sitting in my pajama’s eating my breakfast and watching an episode of Being Human on BBC America. One of the main protagonists is dying and you see his spirit leave his body. When his spirit leaves you see him turn to his friend who is crying over his body and say “don’t cry for me this is the end of my story.”  This is when I knew that I got it wrong and everyone has a story to tell through their actions, choices and the life they choose to lead.  Could it be as simple as that, when you finish your story and it is complete, your jobs done then you go? Yes, some of us go way too soon but what is before your time? Is it at two days?  67?  59? 65? 64? I do believe that when your life is unfolded and you have done the work you have set out to do then you return. Fair it probably isn’t but I am thinking that is how it works.  After much pondering, the moral of this epic we call life is to be the best you can be in this loaned shell we call a body…..don’t forget to live and make a life, love the people who mean something to you, give back, be kind to others and enjoy this earth’s bounties and laugh, just laugh.

Remediation

22 Feb

In the dictionary remediation means: process of improving a situation or correcting a problem

Well how I see it life gives you options. One option is to give in to your problem have a negative outlook and just hate life, everything in it including even yourself.  The other option is to make your life the blessing it could be. It is choices in this life that make your life truly a blessing!

My niece recently put on Facebook how she was spared the ravages of a stroke in her brainstem and could not understand why she was spared. My brother, her father, had strokes in the same place that left him with not the advantages that beheld her.  He had the classic guise of a stroke victim…the limp, sometimes cane use, different speech and a more steady equilibrium of his emotions. The difference between him and her is that he choose to quietly deal with his situation while my niece  is a vocal activist of sorts. She blazes and burns brightly how lucky she is and uses today’s media of songs, phrases and the like to get her point across about life. Her body exemplifies her life’s journey through the art media of tattoos; a tattoo for Dad, a tattoo for her son, a tattoo for stroke victims and on and on and on.  Unorthodox way to show remediation but for her the body art she so proudly displays is a sign for all to see that she is here, alive and happy to make her life a blessing through the beauty of not canvas art but of body art.  Some people have charm bracelets to signify the important aspects of their life. She uses her body as life affirming art………remediation for her and everyone else who cares to take a look. 

 

The Sixth

3 Feb

 I just turned sixty.

In the weeks that have passed since my birthday or entrance day as a friend wrote me, I have had a lot of time to think and what I have been pondering about is the skills regarding our relationships.  I often hear life isn’t fair but that certainly is not the truth. We all come here on an even playing field. True that some are born into more advantageous surroundings but that does not mean you have the upper hand in life. It is how you construct relationships either familial, social or professional that constitutes who you are. Some have great familial relationships, some have crappy familial but great social and professional, and a blessed few have it all.  For me, it seems that another element of being a social being is how you feel about yourself and your confidence in dealing with others and your world around you.  If you feel good about yourself anything can be accomplished with hard work and perseverance. I believe that the hardest relationships to keep are of the family. Social and professional interactions ebb and flow over the course of ones life but the familial unit stays almost the same.  Births, deaths, anniversaries, etc are the mainstay and so are the arguments and fights, jealousies and whatnot.  It takes that four letter words WORK to upkeep these relationships. In today’s world I wonder how many people really want to employ the mental strength it takes to repair these broken associations. I am always amazed how many of us have irretrievably broken with someone who at one time was close. In the sixth, wisdom does certainly come with this age but the strength and fortitude to fix past broken connections is daunting, to say the least.

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