I’m really happy to be part of this writers’ alliance and the opportunity it affords to reconnect with some of my favorite bloggers. It feels good.
Tag: writing in the raw
Feb 03 2011
Oct 18 2010
Starting a new blog is a funny endeavor. Why do it? People ask about mission statements and intentions and they want to know: what will this accomplish?
In fact, this isn’t even my blog. I’ve funded it, but I don’t own it. Ownership seems hard to claim in a venture so open to other people’s ideas and vision shaping and driving it.
Perhaps it is a bit experimental: I’m curious what evolves from chaos: there are few rules, no boss, and an eclectic group of writers, poets, musicians, and thinkers who may find themselves here from time-to-time.
For me, this is about finding a way to influence an entire planet in thousands of small and profound ways. But these are my own intentions and I do not speak on behalf of the others who may join in here. I can only tell you I am looking for ways to break communication barriers, discover common ground, and reclaim options over how this life thing goes forward.
With that said, I’d like to make some very necessary acknowledgments.
Dec 24 2008
i am left with this one question: who are we?
cattle? feudal serfs? indentured servants? are we trapped? who’s in charge, anyway?
i only realize now that the real turn in my political perception happened after the Nov 2005 elections, when Democrats regained a slim majority in Congress. when i expected everything to happen. accountability. push-back at FISA, the Military Commissions Act, the Patriot Act, more oversight of the captains of industry and financial markets. i really thought, listening to the likes of Henry Waxman that the sane people, once again, had some meaningful influence over politics and policies.
what slowly began to dawn on me was that the people i thought would work to restore our country had sabotaging us all along.
so when i read Cheney on Wiretapping: “Congress said we could”
Nov 07 2008
it was like someone hit a bell and the clarity and simplicity of its sound keeps reverberating in my head.
experience is unconditional. how simple: that which happens to us happens.
what, then, are the mechanisms that condition our experience?
i’ve been thinking about this in the context, of say poking fun at Sarah Palin (she doesn’t seem to realize Africa is a continent).
Is it dismissive or disdainful when I label 59 million people who voted (a second time) for bush as stupid?
i wonder how our reactions to those of others might condition experience and the ensuing interactions among us. what am i filtering out that makes it near impossible for me to understand teaching creationism as science? it isn’t so much that i mind another view point, but come on. it is religion. not science. or is it?
Aug 01 2008
I signed up to write this week’s “writing in the raw” segment because it is the week before the 63rd anniversary of the U.S. dropping atomic bombs on the civilian populations of two Japanese cities, Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
While thinking about this topic, one thought kept recurring – the idea of anger. What is anger? How does it come about? What do we do with it? How does anger become resolved? And what purpose does anger serve? This diary will be totally subjective, exploring my own feelings as I’m no scholar on the issue. I’ve read a little about anger in Buddhist texts, but I’m relying mostly on my own personal feelings and development here.
Anger has been a constant companion throughout my life, always there, like a loyal dog following me about. Sometimes it may be sleeping, not making a big commotion, but sooner or later it wakens and anger and I become like the proverbial dog chasing its own tail, round and round we go. Sometimes the anger has lept ahead, dragging me along at the end of the leash, with little or no control over where the dog will take me.
So please be pulled along beyond the fold…
Jun 04 2008
hey! a quick update and reminder for the next three months of writing in the raw
June 5th: Rusty1776
June 12th: Alma
June 19th: geomoo
June 26th: keirdubois
July 3rd: Rusty1776
July 10th: tahoebasha3
July 17th: dharmasyd
July 24th: 73rd virgin (maybe she’ll tell us what that means?)
July 31st: dharmasyd
August 7th: Rusty1776
August 14th: RiaDarlin’
August 20th: ek hornbeck
August 28th: srkp23
i’d like to prevail upon undercovercalico, Victory Coffee, RiaD, and Shaharazade for September. ucc said she needs to see her work schedule before committing to date. so if the others could commit without a definite date until i know ucc’s avail, that would be great.
9/11 falls on a thursday this year… so perhaps srkpy, as a new yorker, would like that spot.
if you are on the schedule, let me know you’ve read this and are still available.
May 30 2008
i really didn’t have time to write much. but i didn’t want anybody else to take this evening either. it is the last writing in the raw i’ll do from the states for a while, so even with a sparse essay, i think i’ll keep it for myself.
actually, it’s after 10pm as i start writing this. so it will be brief.
i’m packed. ready to go. exhausted. i’ll definitely blog from the airport tomorrow. i usually pay to get into the business lounge… for $45, you get fruit, cheese, coffee/tea, cookies, alcohol, tv, internet and a little desk from which you blog, and a comfy, quiet place to zone out for a few hours. premium wine/alcohol will cost you… hey Mu, might be one of the tips for your travel space.
okay. so that’s it.
well, and i’ll explain the title. just a bit.
getting on that plane tomorrow is amazing. there have been difficult times and yet, somehow, ej and i managed to hold onto to each other. over the phone. one-line e-mails. packages filled with small fetish items. a sense of humor. and well, we just get along. whenever i’m with him, by heart rate slows (unless you know…), i become very at ease. i smile a lot. i’m actually funny when i’m relaxed and not thinking about George Bush et al.
i sleep really well when i sleep with him. and when we get up, he has this funny little fresh face, squinty eyes and he’s smiling. maybe he looks a little like a baby bird or something. but it touches my heart. and it inspires me to get up and make coffee and cook breakfast.
we hold hands. we like the way each other smells. we think it’s funny when strangers fall down or break something in a store (but we don’t really want anybody to be really hurt). we love to go to museums. or find secret gardens. we like to wander in cities and towns. oh. and we both love madly medieval cathedrals and churches.
he likes to cook. i like to eat. he likes to complain. i like to sit, cross-legged, and listen and laugh at him and how he, in a very animated fashion, counts off each absurdity with his fingers.
i tell him everything has a shelf life. if we’re lucky, we’ll just die together, around 99 years old, in a plane crash or car accident. because i always see us together, old and beautiful. and i just know i’ll love him even more then… the two of us always walking, looking at the world together, my hand in the pocket of his old jacket.
this is one of those moments. when love wins.
May 23 2008
i’m moving to The Netherlands on May 30 and won’t be around as much… due to a six hour time difference and settling into my new life.
next Thursday will likely be my last writing in the raw for a while. however, I intend to keep posting the Friday Pony Parties at 6ish… well, i will resume posting the ponies. i’ve been a bit distracted and out of any reasonable routine these last weeks.
so. nine months or thereabouts. absorbed in, with, about Docudharma. i have to tell you, i was shocked when buhdy asked me to join Docudharma as a contributing editor. i’m still not sure what prompted the invitation… but it has been the very best place for me over these many months. and it feels like i’ve known so many of you for years now… i love how the energy of friendship has surpassed time and space and 3d to find its way to me.
it has been thrilling to be immersed in your talents, encouraged by your brave hearts, sheltered by your kindness, and kept alive laughing by some of the wittiest, funniest people i’ve had the pleasure to know and love. And I am mostly kept sane absorbing the simple and honorable commitment of so many to do right by this living planet of ours.
i just thought you guys should know. how important you are. to me.
May 09 2008
But regardless of that, I do believe in exclamation marks…and always have. They exist, I’ve seen them. And I’ve used them on many occasions! Even when they’re completely unwarranted!
More inappropriate punctuation, a dozen or so YouTube clips, and completely disjointed and non-sensical ‘semi-goodbye’ ramblings and thoughts from a complete fool who was drunk during the writing of a good part of this “thing” continue down below the “fold”, “jump”, or whatever you want to call it…
I bring the funk below, and depending on how fast you read; probably a bit more than 5 minutes –
May 02 2008
I am back in Flemington NJ. I left home when I was 31 to come here and live with my boyfriend. I think they thought I would never leave. And I never really wanted to leave. They were right about that. I liked being a child. I liked that I could always got to my mom’s house when I was sick. Or that I could always knock on my dad’s door for pasta at midnight after a wild night out…
No. I wasn’t looking for a mate. I was happy with a boyfriend.
Apr 25 2008
It’s a roller coaster ride. A tumbling act. We let words loose to persuade, describe, exclaim, defame, refute, convince, lie, confuse, or clarify.
We take stands, have platforms, craft mission statements and credos, construct constitutions, and write theses and treatises. We’re busy alright. Conquering worlds with words… and sometimes the horizons explode. Sometimes all light is lost…….