Month: August 2008

Apparently I’m a Disloyal Disloyal Democrat

Damn! I spent, like, an hour researching a rebuttal to a couple obnoxious posters on the pumapac.org blog today, and when I went back a few hours later, it had apparently not passed muster with the mods and had been sent off into the ether. […]

“We Who Believe in Freedom…”

Ella’s Song Composed by Bernice Johnson Reagon, copyright ©Songtalk Publishing Co.  http://www.bernicejohnsonreagon.com/ella.shtml We who believe in freedom cannot rest  We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes Until the killing of black men, black mothers’ sons  Is as important as the killing of […]

Sometimes Things Work Themselves Out

This doesn’t happen to me very often, but the situations over which my heart was breaking a few days ago have worked themselves out in ways I couldn’t have orchestrated if I’d tried. One has lessened in intensity and thus in the severity of the pain it causes, and one has involved healing and reconciliation and kindness.

To turn, turn will be our delight, ’til by turning, turning, we come ’round right.                                               —Joseph Brackett, “Simple Gifts,” Shaker dance song.

What Has Motivated the Clintons All This Time?

Hillary Rodham Clinton gave a speech worthy of a JFK or an MLK last night at the Democratic Convention. I can’t remember ever having heard a better political speech, certainly not in real time. News commentators are speculating about what Bill will say tonight. They […]

A Measure of Hillary’s Character

I originally wrote this in February and posted it to my Tribe blog: Something that is significant to me that I think Hillary gets short shrift for is her personal integrity and the character that was formed in her in the fires of Interngate and […]

Hillary’s Speech in Denver: * * * * *

I don’t think a better speech could be given than the one Hillary gave in Denver tonight. Sandi agrees with me.

There’s still no fuckin’ way I’m voting for 0bama, even though she asked me to, but I thought she finessed everything that could possibly have needed finessing For everybody else it may be between McCain and 0bama, but for me it’s between Nader and McKinney.

I have no confidence in the Democratic Party any more, and I no longer think that they come close enough to my values for me to bother putting in the effort to bridge the gap. Let them come to me. The Pubs ain’t gonna do any such thing, but I don’t think the Dems are, either.

From here on out I’m advocating ballot access for and representative coverage of third parties.

The Significance of August 26

After just having posted some fairly unflattering comments about my relationship with my mother, I will now execute an about-face and pay tribute to her and my dad on this their 58th wedding anniversary. I’ve been pretty pissed at both of them for more than […]

“Then I Gave Away the Things I Loved…”

I’m pretty consistent across venues with the persona I present: it’s part of my lifelong obsession with congruence. There are, however, differences in the intensity with which I flash different facets of myself in different settings. For example, I’ve been very outspoken about my allegiance […]

To Everything There Is a Season

We are all, every one of us, filled with horror.
—Michael Ventura, “A Dance for Your Life in the Marriage Zone”

I keep trying to talk myself out of my own grief, but I find that I feel most at peace when I just admit to myself that my heart is breaking.

My heart is breaking.

And it’s okay. It’s just a way of being. Sometimes hearts are full, and sometimes they are empty, and sometimes they are intact and strong, and sometimes they are broken.

There’s really nothing wrong with having a broken heart except that it’s sad and painful. Not that I advocate drawing out either feeling a second longer than the life they have on their own, but they are just feelings and will pass.

Ironically, when I just get honest about the fact that my heart is breaking, I feel free—free to stop trying to cajole myself into pretending I’m in a different emotional space than I’m in.

This is an auspicious time to be meditating on the truth of my heart’s breaking, it being the season just ushered in by Lughnasadh, or Lammas, the ancient traditional season of the grain-harvest.

Indeed, John Barleycorn must die.

I’ve been re-reading one of my very favorite books, May Sarton’s Mrs. Stevens Hears the Mermaids Singing. Sarton is so out there with her truths, truths with which I resonate down in my core:

“Something has to open people, and it’s always terrible.” (italics mine)

I must not fail to acknowledge this, that my heartbreak will open me up, and that the elixir pouring forth from the ferment of its brokenness will bring joy as well as nourishment.

A Virgin Blog

This newest incarnation of my blog is being initiated as the Sun prepares to exit Leo and enter Virgo, which astrology.com tells me is at once down to Earth and idealistic. And indeed, establishing this blog is my attempt to ground my sense of who […]