Saturday, November 26, 2011

Captivating Scenery

Having grown up in the Midwest, I am still blown away by what my California-born children take for granted.  Driving through the high desert panorama of drunken slabs of rock, beard stubble mountains and polydactyl Joshua trees, their noses are buried in their devices. Having lived here their whole lives, they see nothing out of the ordinary. Growing up in the age of nonstop diversion, they see nothing out of their windows that's "interesting."  The last living dinosaur could wander out of a canyon, and they wouldn't know it.  Maybe if Bruno Mars or Taylor Swift popped up, they'd get interested.  Or would it take a total battery failure to get them to turn from the electronics?

Later this night, my daughter spins in her seat, so that her head rests on the arm of her seat, looking up at the light show in the sky.  She stares intently, as if watching her favorite movie.  She is awed by the black of the night and the sheer number of stars in the sky.  No dinosaurs or pop stars in sight; just the depth and blackness of night that we just don't get in Los Angeles.  I'm glad that there's something out there that's interesting after all.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thanks Giving

Holidays inspire and embolden me to say what is wanting to be said, but too often isn't. "Happy Thanksgiving!" I cry out to the Spanish-speaking family at the QuikMart at the truck stop, not knowing if they speak any English at all. Their bright eyes and smiles remind me that we share the language of humanity: Love.

On this day of thanks giving, I am grateful to be a member of this community of human-kind.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The Battle of The Voices

For all my brag and bluster about blogging regularly, the little nagging voice asks, "but will anybody care?"  As of this, my fiftieth post, after three years of periodic blogging, I have nine brave followers.  That same nagging voice wants to say, "nine followers? And six of them are related to you?  Big deal!"  But that doesn't sound very grateful, particularly on this eve of the day of Thanksgiving.  Truly, I'm grateful to anyone who listens to my blathering on, here or anywhere else.

I'm currently re-reading The War of Art by Steven Pressfield, and so I recognize that little voice as Resistance.  "Resistance will tell you anything to keep you from doing your work.  It will perjure, fabricate, falsify; seduce, bully, cajole."  Sure, it would be a lot easier, save me some time, if I gave up blogging altogether, and would spare me the potential embarrassment, if I gave up baring my soul in cyberspace.  But why give in to something as creepy as Resistance?  Pressfield says, "Resistance has no conscience....Resistance is always lying and is always full of shit." 

Divine Inspiration, on the other hand, has given me only gifts, speaks only Truth, and loves me no matter what.  I think I'll listen to the other little voice, the one that says go write down your Soul, go pray with trees, and go dance in the moonlight.  I like writing a lot more than I like doing what it ould take to silence the Muse.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Embracing the Impossible

I went to a workshop on blogging last week, and someone asked the inevitable question, “how often should we blog?” I waited with the proverbial baited breath for the answer I expected but didn't want to hear ~ “at least once a week” ~ because I struggle to enter a post a couple of times a month. My jaw fell to the floor when the speaker responded, “at least three to four times a week.” Instantly, I thought, “that’s impossible! I’ll never do that. I may as well leave now.” I stuck it out, but I spent the rest of the workshop feeling disappointed that I could never be a successful blogger.

As soon I got in the car, all set to have a mental dialog with myself about what I’d heard and the discipline required, I knew the jig was up. Whenever I hear something that irritates me, I know it’s for me to look into…and perhaps even embrace. Whatever I resist, persists, and I'm all about getting unburdened and FREE. So here I am. Blogging. At least three to four days a week.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

The Easy Out

What’s funny about rain after living in Southern California for some 20+ years now is that it still kick starts my old snowstorm program. What used to mean “stay off the streets for safety” is now a “mandate to sit on the couch for a day and watch movies.” Well, that was often the result of the old snowstorm program, too, but there’s no “stay home for safety” reason attached to rain. Not really, anyway, though some argument could be made for avoiding mudslides and the hazard of hydroplaning on our oily streets in the rain. That all sounds pretty lame, though, for someone who once braved the snowy and icy streets on a daily basis every winter. It doesn’t take long to wimp out living here, though. Which makes me wonder about my easy life, in general. I don’t lack food or shelter or clothing...or love. What easy-out excuses am I accepting because I enjoy an easy life?