Oct 19 2008

Imagination

In my dream, the angel shrugged & said, If we fail this time, it will be a failure of imagination & then she placed the world gently in the palm of my hand.

– Brian Andreas

Imagine My Surprise

Imagine my surprise,

sitting a full hour

in silent and irremediable

fear of the world,

to find the body

forgetting

its own fear the instant

it opened and placed

those unassuming hands

on life’s enduring pain,

and the world for one

moment

closed its terrifying eyes

in gratitude.

Saying,

“This is my body, I am found.”

– David Whyte

Imagination is more important than knowledge. For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.

– Albert Einstein

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    • Robyn on October 19, 2008 at 17:05
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    …indeed.

    Music by Laura Nyro in the retrospective.

    • kj on October 19, 2008 at 17:08
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  4. and understand that’s a universal reality.

    • kj on October 19, 2008 at 17:32
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    a wellspring, a place to dip our cups as well as our feet and hands, offer forgiveness to one another as easily as the sun is offering its rays this gorgeous morning.

    namaste to one and all Docudharmazens

  6. all of us keeping our “Eyes on the Prize.”

    • kj on October 19, 2008 at 17:59
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    my extended family has a saying, “Don’t get an attitude in the stretch.”

    i hope the meaning is clear without needing to go into a lot of personal details  😀  but trust me, we’ve all used that saying 100 times over with each other.

    “Don’t get an attitude in the stretch.”

    • plf515 on October 19, 2008 at 18:05
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    I thought of the Einstein quote that you have, and when I saw ‘angels’ I thought of the song cycle by transsiberian orchestra: Christmas eve

    • Robyn on October 19, 2008 at 18:06
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    …to be rested.

    Unload:

    It would be nice if other people were more motivated/organized sometimes.

    Several weeks ago, upon being reminded that Coming Out Day was fast approaching, I promised the fellow members of the Gay/Non-Gay Alliance that I would do something for Coming Out Day.  I figured, you know, a little essay about coming out, or something.

    Then I heard that the polling on Proposition 8 revealed that Yes had moved ahead.  So I went back to Daily Kos.  Really tired of the bs there sometimes, but there didn’t seem to be anyone around trying to organize anything.  So I wrote, If not now, when? and spent a very frustrating night trying to scrounge up some people who were willing to take part.  

    I asked for 100 diaries on equality to be published at Daily Kos for Coming Out Day.  There were 52, some of which would have been written anyway, probably.  Thankfully, one of the first ones written in the morning vacantlook‘s I’m gay., hit the charts and hung around all day.  All told, I think four of them made the Rec List at one time or another during the day, the last being BoiseBlue‘s “…but you’re my daughter, and I love you.”.

    And I wrote No Hate for Friday as well, trying to help out in any way I could.  WGLB TV wants to reshow it sometime in the next couple of weeks.  

    I am proud that members of Daily Kos, led by kos himself, have taken this proposition seriously.  It lightened my heart to see the fund-raising effort last night.

    We may not win, but we shouldn’t lose be because of apathy.

    But I am now so tired.

    I am imagining peace.  And I wish I didn’t have to imagine it.  

  10. I really needed that!

    Imagining up a new world is hard werk!

    • kj on October 19, 2008 at 19:59
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    been trying to process why the 100,000 people showing up in St. Louis to hear/see Barak Obama hit such a cord with me this morning.

    then i remembered:

    during one of the darker days in rural red, around Katrina time, my boss (who was the very best right wing teacher i could have found at that point in time) came back to work from a church convention bitching about the heat and the people and the smell.  she railed around (she is/was a large women) the small office throwing meaningful glances around the words, “Too many people from St. Louis were there, if you know what I mean.”   it took me a few seconds to decipher the “people from St. Louis” code.  

    i freely admit i am still in process from those days, i’m giving it at least seven years.  😉  and today, i understand what the echo back is….

    100,000 people showing up in St. Louis to hear/see Barak Obama.   i think that code has been broken, smashed and left in bits for history.

    and that, in all honestly, i couldn’t have imagined just a scant few years ago.  🙂

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