“I will tell you what I have learned myself. For me, a long five- or six-mile walk helps. And one must go alone and every day. I have done this for many years. It is at these times I seem to get re-charged. If I do not walk one day, I seem to have on the next what van Gogh calls "the meagerness.""The meagerness," he said, "or what is called depression." After a day or two of not walking, when I try to write I feel a little dull and irresolute. For a long time I thought that the dullness was just due to the asphyxiation of an indoor, sedentary life (which all people who do not move around a great deal in the open air suffer from, though they do not know it).”
― Brenda Ueland, If You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit
Friday, November 30, 2018
Alone and Every Day
Being Received
“When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand. Ideas actually begin to grow within us and come to life.”
― Brenda Ueland
The Present
“Creative power flourishes only when I am living in the present.”
― Brenda Ueland, If You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit
Brenda Ueland
“No writing is a waste of time – no creative work where the feelings, the imagination, the intelligence must work. With every sentence you write, you have learned something. It has done you good.”
― Brenda Ueland, If You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit
Solitude and Idleness
“I learned...that inspiration does not come like a bolt, nor is it kinetic, energetic striving, but it comes into us slowly and quietly and all the time, though we must regularly and every day give it a little chance to start flowing, prime it with a little solitude and idleness.”
― Brenda Ueland
Moodling
“The imagination needs moodling,--long, inefficient happy idling, dawdling and puttering. ”
― Brenda Ueland
Cup of Tea
“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
― C.S. Lewis
Friendship
“Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
Humility
True humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less.
- C.S. Lewis
Stories
There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.
- Ursula K. Leguin
Love Affair
I try not to think of writing as a burden at all. My job is to fall in love…. It’s really about being inspired and being in love…. If it starts to feel like a responsibility and it starts to feel like homework…I need it to feel like a love affair.
- Lin-Manuel Miranda
Zadie Smith
“The very reason I write is so that I might not sleepwalk through my entire life.”
― Zadie Smith
C.S. Lewis
Write about what really interests you, whether it is real things or imaginary things, and nothing else.
- C.S. Lewis
Dream
I was in a shared studio space and the ceiling was made of plexiglass. It was clear plastic and the floor above was visible. Light was traveling down through the layers. It's absolutely perfect. All we need is wood stove to keep warm, I said.
Ram Dass
Article
Practices of purification are done in order to “cool us out,” so we’re not creating so much heavy karma for ourselves. We are constantly preoccupied with the creations of our minds. Einstein said, “The true value of a human being can be found in the degree to which he has attained liberation from the self.” What we strive to be liberated from is our habitual thought patterns and the pull of our senses. Lightening up in these areas gives us the space to refocus and deepen the benefits of centering the mind with meditation, mantra or the practices of Bhakti yoga. With the deepening of these practices, comes the higher wisdom.
Fairy Tales
“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.”
― Albert Einstein
Logic and Imagination
“Logic will get you from A to Z; imagination will get you everywhere.”
― Albert Einstein
Speak
“I speak to everyone in the same way, whether he is the garbage man or the president of the university.”
― Albert Einstein
Balance
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”
― Albert Einstein
Two Ways
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
― Albert Einstein
Albert Einstein
The true value of a human being can be found in the degree to which he has attained liberation from the self.
-Albert Einstein
Thursday, November 29, 2018
We Say to Girls...
“We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, you can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful. Otherwise, you would threaten the man. Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage. I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Now marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support but why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same? We raise girls to see each other as competitors not for jobs or accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, We Should All Be Feminists
We Teach Girls Shame
“We teach girls shame. “Close your legs. Cover yourself.” We make them feel as though being born female they’re already guilty of something. And so, girls grow up to be women who cannot say they have desire. They grow up to be women who silence themselves. They grow up to be women who cannot say what they truly think. And they grow up — and this is the worst thing we do to girls — they grow up to be women who have turned pretense into an art form.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, We Should All Be Feminists
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
“There are some things that are so unforgivable that they make other things easily forgivable.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Half of a Yellow Sun
Ability to Dream
"The ability to dream is all I have to give. That is my responsibility; that is my burden. And even I grow tired."
- Stalking the Nightmare, Harlan Ellison
The Trick
“The trick is not becoming a writer. The trick is staying a writer.”
― Harlan Ellison, Strange Wine
Time
“Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.”
― Harlan Ellison
People
“The only thing worth writing about is people. People. Human beings. Men and women whose individuality must be created, line by line, insight by insight. If you do not do it, the story is a failure. [...] There is no nobler chore in the universe than holding up the mirror of reality and turning it slightly, so we have a new and different perception of the commonplace, the everyday, the 'normal', the obvious. People are reflected in the glass. The fantasy situation into which you thrust them is the mirror itself. And what we are shown should illuminate and alter our perception of the world around us. Failing that, you have failed totally.”
― Harlan Ellison
The Situation
“The passion for revenge should never blind you to the pragmatics of the situation. There are some people who are so blighted by their past, so warped by experience and the pull of that silken cord, that they never free themselves of the shadows that live in the time machine...
And if there is a kind thought due them, it may be found contained in the words of the late Gerald Kersh, who wrote:"... there are men whom one hates until a certain moment when one sees, through a chink in their armour, the writhing of something nailed down and in torment.”
― Harlan Ellison, The Essential Ellison: A 50 Year Retrospective
Harlan Ellison
“Writing is the hardest work in the world. I have been a bricklayer and a truck driver, and I tell you – as if you haven't been told a million times already – that writing is harder. Lonelier. And nobler and more enriching. ”
― Harlan Ellison
Felony
“In these days of widespread illiteracy, functional illiteracy... anything that keeps people stupid is a felony.”
― Harlan Ellison
Dangerous Undertaking
It is not enough merely to love literature, if one wishes to spend one’s life as a writer. It is a dangerous undertaking on the most primitive level. For, it seems to me, the act of writing with serious intent involves enormous personal risk. It entails the ongoing courage for self-discovery. It means one will walk forever on the tightrope, with each new step presenting the possibility of learning a truth about oneself that is too terrible to bear.
- Harlan Ellison
Creating Space
It’s creating space where you can do the actions without getting trapped in being the actor. Just like your heart is beating – but you’re not beating your heart.
-Ram Dass
Curriculum for the Parent to Awaken
But if the parent could just work on themselves so that when they look at their child they see another being just like them, who happens to be in a very similar small package, and because of the nature of the packaging and the karmic predicament they’re in, they are the caretaker and biological protector of that child.
-Ram Dass
Many people are very surprised to say, “You know, I’ve just realized my child is a much older spiritual being than I am.” It’s often very disquieting to them, because they were busy being the teacher and the elder and the responsible person, but their child happens to be probably an old lama that dropped by to bless everybody or something like that.
-Ram Dass
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Consider a World
“Consider a world in which cause and effect are erratic. Sometimes the first precedes the second, and sometimes the second the first. Or perhaps cause lies forever in the past effect in the future, but future and past are intertwined.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
Clocks and Heartbeats
“In this world, there are two times. There is mechanical time and there is body time."
"They do not keep clocks in their houses. Instead, they listen to their heartbeats. They feel the rhythms of their moods and desires."
"Then there are those who think their bodies don't exist. They live by mechanical time. They rise at seven o'clock in the morning. They eat their lunch at noon and their supper at six. They arrive at their appointments on time, precisely by the clock.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
Suppose
“Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
Moment
“It is a world of impulse. It is a world of sincerity. It is a world in which every word spoken speaks just to that moment, every glance given has only one meaning, each touch has no past or no future, each kiss is a kiss of immediacy.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
In this World
“In this world, time has three dimensions, like space. Just as an object may move in three perpendicular directions, corresponding to horizontal, vertical, and longitudinal, so an object may participate in three perpendicular futures. Each future moves in a different direction of time. Each future is real. At every point of decision, the world splits into three worlds, each with the same people, but different fates for those people. In time, there are an infinity of worlds.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
In a World
“In a world of fixed future, there can be no right or wrong. Right and wrong demand freedom of choice, but if each action is already chosen, there can be no freedom of choice. In a world of fixed future, no person is responsible. The rooms are already arranged.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
“In a world of fixed future, life is an infinite corridor of rooms, one room lit at each moment, the next room dark but prepared. We walk from room to room, look into the room that is lit, the present moment, then walk on. We do not know the rooms ahead, but we know we cannot change them. We are spectators of our lives.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
Some Say
“Some say it is best not to go near the center of time. Life is a vessel of sadness, but it is noble to live life, and without time there is no life. Others disagree. They would rather have an eternity of contentment, even if that eternity were fixed and frozen, like a butterfly mounted in a case.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
Without Memory
“Arriving home, each man finds a woman and children waiting at the door, introduces himself, helps with the evening meal, reads stories to his children. Likewise, each woman returning from her job meets a husband, children, sofas, lamps, wallpaper, china patterns. Late at night, the wife and husband do not linger at the table to discuss the day’s activities, their children’s school, the bank account. Instead, they smile at one another, feel the warming blood, the ache between the legs as when they met the first time fifteen years ago. They find their bedroom, stumble past family photographs they do not recognize, and pass the night in lust. For it is only habit and memory that dulls the physical passion. Without memory, each night is the first night, each morning is the first morning, each kiss and touch are the first.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
“A person who cannot imagine the future is a person who cannot contemplate the results of his actions. Some are thus paralyzed into inaction. They lie in their beds through the day, wide awake but afraid to put on their clothes. They drink coffee and look at photographs. Others leap out of bed in the morning, unconcerned that each action leads into nothingness, unconcerned that they cannot plan out their lives. They live moment to moment, and each moment is full. Still others substitute the past for the future. They recount each memory, each action taken, each cause and effect, and are fascinated by how events have delivered them to this moment, the last moment of the world, the termination of the line that is time.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
Unconditional
“Unconditional love. That’s what he wants to give her and what he wants from her. People should give without wanting anything in return. All other giving is selfish. But he is being selfish a little, isn’t he, by wanting her to love him in return? He hopes that she loves him in return. Is it possible for a person to love without wanting love back? Is anything so pure? Or is love, by its nature, a reciprocity, like oceans and clouds, an evaporating of seawater and a replenishing of rain?”
― Alan Lightman, Reunion
Born Without any Sense of Time
“Some few people are born without any sense of time. As consequence, their sense of place becomes heightened to excruciating degree. They lie in tall green grass are questioned by poets and painters from all over the world. These time-deaf are beseeched to describe the precise placement of trees in the spring, the shape of snow on the Alps, the angle of sun on a church, the position of rivers, the location of moss, the pattern of birds in a flock. Yet the time-deaf are unable to speak what they know. For speech needs a sequence of words, spoken in time.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
Einstein's Dreams
“Then there are those who think their bodies don't exist. They live by mechanical time. They rise at seven o'clock in the morning. They eat their lunch at noon and their supper at six. They arrive at their appointments on time, precisely by the clock. They make love between eight and ten at night. They work forty hours a week, read the Sunday paper on Sunday, play chess on Tuesday nights. When their stomach growls, they look at their watch to see if it is time to eat. When they begin to lose themselves in a concert, they look at the clock above the stage to see when it will be time to go home. They know that the body is not a thing of wild magic, but a collection of chemicals, tissues, and nerve impulses. Thoughts are no more than electrical surges in the brain. Sexual arousal is no more than a flow of chemicals to certain nerve endings. Sadness no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum. In short, the body is a machine, subject to the same laws of electricity and mechanics as an electron or clock. As such, the body must be addressed in the language of physics. And if the body speaks, it is the speaking only of so many levers and forces. The body is a thing to be ordered, not obeyed.”
― Alan Lightman from Einstein's Dreams
The Accidental Universe
“I don’t know why we long so for permanence, why the fleeting nature of things so disturbs. With futility, we cling to the old wallet long after it has fallen apart. We visit and revisit the old neighborhood where we grew up, searching for the remembered grove of trees and the little fence. We clutch our old photographs. In our churches and synagogues and mosques, we pray to the everlasting and eternal. Yet, in every nook and cranny, nature screams at the top of her lungs that nothing lasts, that it is all passing away. All that we see around us, including our own bodies, is shifting and evaporating and one day will be gone. Where are the one billion people who lived and breathed in the year 1800, only two short centuries ago?”
― Alan Lightman, The Accidental Universe: The World You Thought You Knew
Where Time Stands Still
“And at the place where time stands still, one sees lovers kissing in the shadows of buildings, in a frozen embrace that will never let go. The loved one will never take his arms from where they are now, will never give back the bracelet of memories, will never journey afar from his lover, will never place himself in danger of self-sacrifice, will never fail to show his love, will never become jealous, will never fall in love with someone else, will never lose the passion of this instant of time.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
Instrument of Time
One cannot walk down an avenue, converse with a friend, enter a building, browse beneath the sandstone arches of an old arcade without meeting an instrument of time. Time is visible in all places. Clock towers, wristwatches, church bells divide years into months, months into days, days into hours, hours into seconds, each increment of time marching after the other in perfect succession. And beyond any particular clock, a vast scaffold of time, stretching across the universe, lays down the law of time equally for all.
-Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
Each Moment
“In a world without future, each moment is the end of the world.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein's Dreams
Kaitlyn Tiffany
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Ram Dass
How do We Respond to Cultural Destabilization?
by Ram Dass
Posted November 8, 2016
How interesting do you want it to be? Well, I’ll tell you, it’s going to get more interesting in just the way that it’s scary. There are changes that are happening rather rapidly, and they’re happening so rapidly you can’t quite get hold of them. There are destabilizing forces in the world you and I live in, and even our best mechanisms of denial don’t quite work so well. We sure do try, and our political figures attempt to help us try. “A little cosmetic surgery, things will be fine.” But they won’t.
In the past several decades, there has been an increasing polarization between the ‘haves’ and the ‘have-nots.’ There is now a permanent underclass in this society that wasn’t there after WWII in the 50’s. It once appeared that the American dream was for everybody. Now if you look at who’s portrayed as the holders of the American dream, strangely enough, it has very little to do with an increasingly significant segment of our society.
This population doesn’t get the dream, and the people that don’t get it are disproportionately ethnic minorities, and the interesting question is how long are they going to sit and wait for the people that are getting the dream to get around to sharing it? The whole mentality of trickle down theory… it didn’t quite trickle down through the greed of the ‘haves’ because the ‘haves’ kept placing value on more and more. “More is better,” and “Enough is NEVER enough.”
If this is all painful to you and scary, great, because that’s what our business is today. Our business is saying, “In the midst of all of this, where can we stand as human beings? What is our work inside of ourselves?”
Denial is not good enough. We become conspirators in making it worse.
You know what happens when things get like they’re getting, when it’s becoming increasingly destabilized? In the late 60’s we had the Vietnam and Anti-Vietnam forces in this culture that were destabilizing. What happens in the presence of that destabilization, where there is human unconsciousness is that people get frightened, and when they get frightened, they use certain mechanisms; they go into denial, they become more fundamentalist; they try to find values they can hold onto, to ward off evil. They cling and become more ultra-nationalist. There’s more ethnic prejudice, there’s more racial prejudice and anti-semitism. It all increases, because this fear isn’t just in us, this is a worldwide thing.
These changes are happening very rapidly, and they are destabilizing changes. People respond with fear, and the question we must ask ourselves today is, “Is there any place you can stand inside yourself where you don’t freak out, where you can be quiet enough to hear the predicament and find a way to act in a way that is at least not contributing to the further destabilization?” That’s a fair request.
-Ram Dass
Tuesday, November 27, 2018
Lena
My neighbor told me she is in school getting her GED. "I love it!" she said. "This way I can help my son when he's in high school!"
Fellow Soul
I’ve watched the process of looking at another person; the way I do it all the time, and looking beyond my reactivity to their individual differences to see a fellow soul in there.
- Ram Dass, Open Heart
Sunday, November 25, 2018
Special Problems in Vocabulary
by Tony Hoagland
There is no single particular noun
for the way a friendship,
stretched over time, grows thin,
then one day snaps with a popping sound.
No verb for accidentally
breaking a thing
while trying to get it open
—a marriage, for example.
No particular phrase for
losing a book
in the middle of reading it,
and therefore never learning the end.
There is no expression, in English, at least,
for avoiding the sight
of your own body in the mirror,
for disliking the touch
of the afternoon sun,
for walking into the flatlands and dust
that stretch out before you
after your adventures are done.
No adjective for gradually speaking less and less,
because you have stopped being able
to say the one thing that would
break your life loose from its grip.
Certainly no name that one can imagine
for the aspen tree outside the kitchen window,
in spade-shaped leaves
spinning on their stems,
working themselves into
a pale-green, vegetable blur.
No word for waking up one morning
and looking around,
because the mysterious spirit
that drives all things
seems to have returned,
and is on your side again.
- Tony Hoagland
Hard Rain
Hard Rain
by Tony Hoagland
After I heard It's a Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall
played softly by an accordion quartet
through the ceiling speakers at the Springdale Shopping Mall,
I understood: there's nothing
we can't pluck the stinger from,
nothing we can't turn into a soft-drink flavor or a t-shirt.
Even serenity can become something horrible
if you make a commercial about it
using smiling, white-haired people
quoting Thoreau to sell retirement homes
in the Everglades, where the swamp has been
drained and bulldozed into a nineteen-hole golf course
with electrified alligator barriers.
"You can't keep beating yourself up, Billy,"
I heard the therapist say on television
to the teenage murderer,
"about all those people you killed—
You just have to be the best person you can be,
one day at a time—"
And everybody in the audience claps and weeps a little,
because the level of deep feeling has been touched,
and they want to believe that
the power of Forgiveness is greater
than the power of Consequence, or History.
Dear Abby:
My father is a businessman who travels.
Each time he returns from one of his trips,
his shoes and trousers
are covered with blood—
but he never forgets to bring me a nice present;
Should I say something?
Signed, America.
I used to think I was not part of this,
that I could mind my own business and get along,
but that was just another song
that had been taught to me since birth—
whose words I was humming under my breath,
as I was walking through the Springdale Mall.
—Tony Hoagland
Hoagland Poem
A Color of the Sky
By Tony Hoagland
Windy today and I feel less than brilliant,
driving over the hills from work.
There are the dark parts on the road
when you pass through clumps of wood
and the bright spots where you have a view of the ocean,
but that doesn’t make the road an allegory.
I should call Marie and apologize
for being so boring at dinner last night,
but can I really promise not to be that way again?
And anyway, I’d rather watch the trees, tossing
in what certainly looks like sexual arousal.
Otherwise it’s spring, and everything looks frail;
the sky is baby blue, and the just-unfurling leaves
are full of infant chlorophyll,
the very tint of inexperience.
Last summer’s song is making a comeback on the radio,
and on the highway overpass,
the only metaphysical vandal in America has written
MEMORY LOVES TIME
in big black spraypaint letters,
which makes us wonder if Time loves Memory back.
Last night I dreamed of X again.
She’s like a stain on my subconscious sheets.
Years ago she penetrated me
but though I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed,
I never got her out,
but now I’m glad.
What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle.
What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel.
What I thought was an injustice
turned out to be a color of the sky.
Outside the youth center, between the liquor store
and the police station,
a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;
overflowing with blossomfoam,
like a sudsy mug of beer;
like a bride ripping off her clothes,
dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,
so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.
It’s been doing that all week:
making beauty,
and throwing it away,
and making more.
Tony Hoagland, from What Narcissism Means to Me. Copyright © 2003 by Tony Hoagland, Graywolf Press, St. Paul, Minnesota, www.graywolfpress.org.
Ruth Whippman
Almost everyone I know now has some kind of hustle, whether job, hobby, or side or vanity project. Share my blog post, buy my book, click on my link, follow me on Instagram, visit my Etsy shop, donate to my Kickstarter, crowdfund my heart surgery. It’s as though we are all working in Walmart on an endless Black Friday of the soul.
- Ruth Whippman
Everything Is for Sale Now. Even Us.
The constant pressure to sell ourselves on every possible platform has produced its own brand of modern anxiety.
Tony Hoagland
Sentimental Education
by Tony Hoagland
And when we were eight, or nine,
our father took us back into the Alabama woods,
found a rotten log, and with his hunting knife
pried off a slab of bark
to show the hundred kinds of bugs and grubs
that we would have to eat in a time of war.
"The ones who will survive," he told us,
looking at us hard,
"are the ones who are willing to do anything."
Then he popped one of those pale slugs
into his mouth and started chewing.
And that was Lesson Number 4
in The Green Beret Book of Childrearing.
I looked at my pale, scrawny, knock-kneed, bug-eyed brother,
who was identical to me,
and saw that, in a world that ate the weak,
we didn't have a prayer,
and next thing I remember, I'm working for a living
at a boring job
that I'm afraid of losing,
with a wife whose lack of love for me
is like a lack of oxygen,
and this dead thing in my chest
that used to be my heart.
Oh, if he were alive, I would tell him, "Dad,
you were right! I ate a lot of stuff
far worse than bugs."
And I was eaten, I was eaten,
I was picked up
and chewed
and swallowed
down into the belly of the world.
-Tony Hoagland, from Unincorporated Persons in the Late Honda Dynasty. © Graywolf Press, 2010
Sundowning Defined
From Jonathan Graff-Radford, M.D.
The term "sundowning" refers to a state of confusion occurring in the late afternoon and spanning into the night. Sundowning can cause a variety of behaviors, such as confusion, anxiety, aggression or ignoring directions. Sundowning can also lead to pacing or wandering.
Sundowning isn't a disease, but a group of symptoms that occur at a specific time of the day that may affect people with dementia, such as Alzheimer's disease. The exact cause of this behavior is unknown.
Mayo Clinic
Saturday, November 24, 2018
Gerald Rafferty + Joe Egan
Stuck in the Middle With You
by
Stealers Wheel
Well I don't know why I came here tonight,
I got the feeling that something ain't right,
I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,
And I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs,
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am,
Stuck in the middle with you
Yes I'm stuck in the middle with you,
And I'm wondering what it is I should do,
It's so hard to keep this smile from my face,
Losing control, yeah, I'm all over the place,
Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right,
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you
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Kind Neighbors
Each of us can be happier, and America will start to heal, when we become the kind neighbors and generous friends we wish we had.
- Arthur C. Brooks
Friday, November 23, 2018
Invitation
“A poem is an invitation to a voyage. As in life, we travel to see fresh sights.”
― Charles Simic
Slam
“Charles Simic, when asked what he thought of Slam Poetry events: "They are fun, but they have as much to do with poetry as Elvis Presley had to do with Charlie Parker and Thelonious Monk".”
― Charles Simic
Critics
“In their effort to divorce language and experience, deconstructionist critics remind me of middle-class parents who do not allow their children to play in the street.”
― Charles Simic, The Unemployed Fortune-Teller: Essays and Memoirs
Eyes Closed
“Here in the United States, we speak with reverence of authentic experience. We write poems about our daddies taking us fishing and breaking our hearts by making us throw the little fish back into the river. We even tell the reader the kind of car we were driving, the year and the model, to give the impression that it’s all true. It’s because we think of ourselves as journalists of a kind. Like them, we’ll go anywhere for a story. Don’t believe a word of it. As any poet can tell you, one often sees better with eyes closed than with eyes wide open.”
― Charles Simic
Charles Simic
“Making art in America is about saving one's soul.”
― Charles Simic, Dime-Store Alchemy
Poof!
“The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by boundless space and time, arguing with the whole of creation, shaking my fist, sputtering, growing even eloquent at times, and then-poof! I am gone. Swept off once and for all. I think that is very, very funny.”
― Charles Simic
Illusion
Writing for a hostile world discouraged me. Writing for the diary gave me the illusion of a warm ambiance I needed to flower in.
-ANAÏS NIN
Alone
Writing is finally about one thing: going into a room alone and doing it. Putting words on paper that have never been there in quite that way before. And although you are physically by yourself, the haunting Demon never leaves you, that Demon being the knowledge of your own terrible limitations, your hopeless inadequacy, the impossibility of ever getting it right. No matter how diamond-bright your ideas are dancing in your brain, on paper they are earthbound.
-WILLIAM GOLDMAN
Advice On Dealing with Editors
When editors buy from a proposal—which is most of the time—they presume that the manuscript has yet to be written, which is true most of the time. I believe, therefore, that it is better not to disabuse them of this notion. Better, I believe, to remove the manuscript from the submission process altogether and to submit a proposal for your book even if it is already written. In addition to giving the editor less to turn down, you will probably want to rework the manuscript anyway based on the editorial feedback you have received from the proposal.
-JOHN BOSWELL
My advice on dealing with editors is to say yes to all suggestions unless you want to say no, to ask in those cases if the point might be set aside until later, and to proceed thus until all suggestions have been addressed. At that point, the writer should feel free to insist on having his or her way on the points set aside.
-THOMAS POWERS
One Writes
“One writes because one has been touched by the yearning for and the despair of ever touching the Other.”
― Charles Simic, The Unemployed Fortune-Teller: Essays and Memoirs
Clouds for Supper
“If the sky falls they shall have clouds for supper.”
― Charles Simic, The World Doesn't End: Prose Poems
Charles Simic
“When people ask me how to find happiness in life I tell them, First learn how to cook.”
― Charles Simic
Thursday, November 22, 2018
Terre Nouvelle
“On ne découvre pas de terre nouvelle sans consentir à perdre de vue, d'abord et longtemps, tout rivage.
“One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.”
― André Gide, The Counterfeiters
Collaboration
"Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better."
― André Gide
To Read
“ To read a writer is for me not merely to get an idea of what he says, but to go off with him and travel in his company.”
― André Gide
Moral Obligation
“Know that joy is rarer, more difficult, and more beautiful than sadness. Once you make this all-important discovery, you must embrace joy as a moral obligation.”
― André Gide
Nobody was Listening
“Everything's already been said, but since nobody was listening, we have to start again.”
― Andre Gide
The True Hypocrite
“The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity.”
― André Gide
Tuesday, November 20, 2018
Monday, November 19, 2018
Where I Ought to Be
Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, a place to love and be irritated with.
-Louise Erdrich
Advice
For the New Year: Advice to Myself
by Louise Erdrich
Leave the dishes.
Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator
and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor.
Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.
Throw the cracked bowl out and don't patch the cup.
Don't patch anything. Don't mend. Buy safety pins.
Don't even sew on a button.
Let the wind have its way, then the earth
that invades as dust and then the dead
foaming up in gray rolls underneath the couch.
Talk to them. Tell them they are welcome.
Don't keep all the pieces of the puzzles
or the doll's tiny shoes in pairs, don't worry
who uses whose toothbrush or if anything
matches, at all.
Except one word to another. Or a thought.
Pursue the authentic-decide first
what is authentic,
then go after it with all your heart.
Your heart, that place
you don't even think of cleaning out.
That closet stuffed with savage mementos.
Don't sort the paper clips from screws from saved baby teeth
or worry if we're all eating cereal for dinner
again. Don't answer the telephone, ever,
or weep over anything at all that breaks.
Pink molds will grow within those sealed cartons
in the refrigerator. Accept new forms of life
and talk to the dead
who drift in though the screened windows, who collect
patiently on the tops of food jars and books.
Recycle the mail, don't read it, don't read anything
except what destroys
the insulation between yourself and your experience
or what pulls down or what strikes at or what shatters
this ruse you call necessity.
--Louise Erdrich
in "Original Fire: New and Selected Poems"
Sleep
“When every inch of the world is known, sleep may be the only wilderness that we have left.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Blue Jay's Dance: A Birth Year
Ravens
“Ravens are the birds I'll miss most when I die. If only the darkness into which we must look were composed of the black light of their limber intelligence. If only we did not have to die at all. Instead, become ravens.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum
Fear
“Now that I knew fear, I also knew it was not permanent. As powerful as it was, its grip on me would loosen. It would pass.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Round House
To Sew
“To sew is to pray. Men don't understand this. They see the whole but they don't see the stitches. They don't see the speech of the creator in the work of the needle. We mend. We women turn things inside out and set things right. We salvage what we can of human garments and piece the rest into blankets. Sometimes our stitches stutter and slow. Only a woman's eyes can tell. Other times, the tension in the stitches might be too tight because of tears, but only we know what emotion went into the making. Only women can hear the prayer.”
― Louise Erdrich, Four Souls
Witnessed
“Women without children are also the best of mothers, often, with the patience,interest, and saving grace that the constant relationship with children cannot always sustain. I come to crave our talk and our daughters gain precious aunts. Women who are not mothering their own children have the clarity and focus to see deeply into the character of children webbed by family. A child is fortuante who feels witnessed as a person, outside relationships with parents by another adult.”
― Louise Erdrich, The Blue Jay's Dance: A Birth Year
Julius Lester: Tell theTruth
To write and not tell the truth? That would be death for any writer. But more, it would be death to the imagination. And if the imagination dies, what would happen to the souls of children?
- Julius Lester
Julius Lester: Making Real the Soul
For the past forty-seven years I have devoted most of my time and energy to writing. It has been a vocation in the original sense of the word, that is a religious calling, one I was helpless to deny. For me writing has never been about self-expression. Writing has been about tending the spirit and making real the soul.
- Julius Lester
Sharon Olds: A Week Later
There is something in me maybe someday
to be written; now it is folded, and folded,
and folded, like a note in school.
― Sharon Olds
A week later, I said to a friend: I don't
think I could ever write about it.
Maybe in a year I could write something.
There is something in me maybe someday
to be written; now it is folded, and folded,
and folded, like a note in school. And in my dream
someone was playing jacks, and in the air there was a
huge, thrown, tilted jack
on fire. And when I woke up, I found myself
counting the days since I had last seen
my husband?only two years, and some weeks,
and hours. We had signed the papers and come down to the
ground floor of the Chrysler Building,
the intact beauty of its lobby around us
like a king's tomb, on the ceiling the little
painted plane, in the mural, flying. And it
entered my strictured heart, this morning,
slightly, shyly as if warily,
untamed, a greater sense of the sweetness
and plenty of his ongoing life,
unknown to me, unseen by me,
unheard, untouched?but known, seen,
heard, touched. And it came to me,
for moments at a time, moment after moment,
to be glad for him that he is with the one
he feels was meant for him. And I thought of my
mother, minutes from her death, eighty-five
years from her birth, the almost warbler
bones of her shoulder under my hand, the
eggshell skull, as she lay in some peace
in the clean sheets, and I could tell her the best
of my poor, partial love, I could sing her
out with it, I saw the luck
and luxury of that hour.
― Sharon Olds, A Week Later
Sharon Olds
She once described poetry as coming from her lungs, and said that to her, "Poetry is so physical, the music of it and the movement of thought." She said that over the years, she has noticed that ideas for poems will come to her when she's dancing or running, and that these ideas seem to come to mind with the act of breathing deeply, with the intake of oxygen. She said, "Suddenly you're remembering something that you haven't thought of for years."
Her advice to young poets is this: "Take your vitamins. Exercise. Just work to love yourself as much as you can — not more than the people around you but not so much less."
She once said: "I'm not asking a poem to carry a lot of rocks in its pockets. Just being an ordinary observer and liver and feeler and letting the experience get through you onto the notebook with the pen, through the arm, out of the body, onto the page, without distortion."
And, "Poets are like steam valves, where the ordinary feelings of ordinary people can escape and be shown."
-Sharon Olds, Writer's Almanac
Faith
“Faith is not something that one has; faith is something that one practices at the very moment in your life when you really don't believe anything, and you're in the worst kind of despair.”
― Julius Lester
Wounds
“Some wounds go so deep that you don't even feel them until months, maybe years, later.”
― Julius Lester, When Dad Killed Mom
Julius Lester
“I write because the lives of all of us are stories. If enough of those stories are told, then perhaps we will begin to see that our lives are the same story. The differences are merely in the details.”
― Julius Lester
Emily Kelley
Stay strong, introverts. The best part about the holidays is that they'll be over soon. Don’t get me wrong — I love my family. But as an introvert, prolonged interaction with people is exhausting. So, seeing your family for a few days can put a bit of a damper on your holiday spirit. Again, it has nothing to do with not loving your family or not wanting to spend time with them. You’d probably just rather have it more spaced out.
-Emily Kelley
Gustave Flaubert
“Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
The Healing Journal
"'You cannot bury this, this will destroy you; so I'm going to help you deal with this. I'm moving your bedroom to the basement so you can have privacy. Here's a journal. I'm going to help you learn how to journal,'" recalls Rachael. "And she just helped me walk through the healing process but gave me the space to do it."
Rachael took her mom's advice. And did what she always does: she went to work.
*****
The thing you need to know about Detective Munford is that she's got a motto: Start by believing.
It may sound like a cliché, but Munford makes it her mission to teach other police officers how trauma works and how to treat survivors in a way that doesn't accidentally re-traumatize them.
Article
Allegra Hyde
I didn’t grow up with my heart fixed on publishing books, but I gradually came to realize that my life would feel empty without writing. I’ve always loved language. Realizing I wanted to be a writer was like discovering you are in love with the person who’s been your best friend all along.
-Allegra Hyde
Flaubert
The writer must wade into life as into the sea, but only up to the navel.
-Gustave Flaubert
Dream
I dreamed there was a cat dish with some food left in it and a box of shoes for a tiny lady left in my driveway. I knew from the shoes who they belonged to. Did she drop of her cats to live in my yard?
Sunday, November 18, 2018
The Taboo
“Suppressing the fear of death makes it all the stronger. The point is only to know, beyond any shadow of doubt, that "I" and all other "things" now present will vanish, until this knowledge compels you to release them - to know it now as surely as if you had just fallen off the rim of the Grand Canyon. Indeed you were kicked off the edge of a precipice when you were born, and it's no help to cling to the rocks falling with you. If you are afraid of death, be afraid. The point is to get with it, to let it take over - fear, ghosts, pains, transience, dissolution, and all. And then comes the hitherto unbelievable surprise; you don't die because you were never born. You had just forgotten who you are.”
― Alan Wilson Watts, The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
Living Now
“Peace can be made only by those who are peaceful, and love can be shown only by those who love. No work of love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now.”
― Alan Wilson Watts, The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
“The startling truth is that our best efforts for civil rights, international peace, population control, conservation of natural resources, and assistance to the starving of the earth—urgent as they are—will destroy rather than help if made in the present spirit. For, as things stand, we have nothing to give. If our own riches and our own way of life are not enjoyed here, they will not be enjoyed anywhere else. Certainly they will supply the immediate jolt of energy and hope that methedrine, and similar drugs, given in extreme fatigue. But peace can be made only by those who are peaceful, and love can be shown only by those who love. No work of love will flourish out of guilt, fear, or hollowness of heart, just as no valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no
capacity for living now.”
― Alan Wilson Watts, The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
How is it Possible
“How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.”
― Alan Watts, The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
“As it is, we are merely bolting our lives—gulping down undigested experiences as fast as we can stuff them in—because awareness of our own existence is so superficial and so narrow that nothing seems to us more boring than simple being. If I ask you what you did, saw, heard, smelled, touched and tasted yesterday, I am likely to get nothing more than the thin, sketchy outline of the few things that you noticed, and of those only what you thought worth remembering. Is it surprising that an existence so experienced seems so empty and bare that its hunger for an infinite future is insatiable? But suppose you could answer, “It would take me forever to tell you, and I am much too interested in what’s happening now.” How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god? And, when you consider that this incalculably subtle organism is inseparable from the still more marvelous patterns of its environment—from the minutest electrical designs to the whole company of the galaxies—how is it conceivable that this incarnation of all eternity can be bored with being?”
― Alan Wilson Watts, The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
Contradictory Rules
“We seldom realize, for example, that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own. For we think in terms of languages and images which we did not invent, but which were given to us by our society. We copy emotional reactions from our parents, learning from them that excrement is supposed to have a disgusting smell and that vomiting is supposed to be an unpleasant sensation. The dread of death is also learned from their anxieties about sickness and from their attitudes to funerals and corpses. Our social environment has this power just because we do not exist apart from a society. Society is our extended mind and body. Yet the very society from which the individual is inseparable is using its whole irresistible force to persuade the individual that he is indeed separate! Society as we now know it is therefore playing a game with self-contradictory rules.”
― Alan Wilson Watts, The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
Intellectual Suicide
“Irrevocable commitment to any religion is not only intellectual suicide; it is positive unfaith because it closes the mind to any new vision of the world. Faith is, above all, openness - an act of trust in the unknown.”
― Alan Wilson Watts, The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
Leaves
“We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree.”
― Alan Wilson Watts, The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
Questions
“Problems that remain persistently insoluble should always be suspected as questions asked in the wrong way.”
― Alan Wilson Watts, The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
A Message for an Age of Anxiety
“What we have forgotten is that thoughts and words are conventions, and that it is fatal to take conventions too seriously. A convention is a social convenience, as, for example, money ... but it is absurd to take money too seriously, to confuse it with real wealth ... In somewhat the same way, thoughts, ideas and words are "coins" for real things.”
― Alan Wilson Watts, The Wisdom of Insecurity: A Message for an Age of Anxiety
Power or Control
“When we attempt to exercise power or control over someone else, we cannot avoid giving that person the very same power or control over us.”
― Alan Wilson Watts, The Way of Zen
The Present
“Tomorrow and plans for tomorrow can have no significance at all unless you are in full contact with the reality of the present, since it is in the present and only in the present that you live. There is no other reality than present reality, so that, even if one were to live for endless ages, to live for the future would be to miss the point everlastingly.”
― Alan Watts, The Wisdom of Insecurity: A Message for an Age of Anxiety
A Scholar, A Student
“A scholar tries to learn something everyday; a student of Buddhism tries to unlearn something daily.”
― Alan Watts
The Essential Alan Watts
“Jesus Christ knew he was God. So wake up and find out eventually who you really are. In our culture, of course, they’ll say you’re crazy and you’re blasphemous, and they’ll either put you in jail or in a nut house (which is pretty much the same thing). However if you wake up in India and tell your friends and relations, ‘My goodness, I’ve just discovered that I’m God,’ they’ll laugh and say, ‘Oh, congratulations, at last you found out.”
― Alan Wilson Watts, The Essential Alan Watts
Zen
“Zen does not confuse spirituality with thinking about God while one is peeling potatoes. Zen spirituality is just to peel the potatoes.”
― Alan Watts
Sensitive to Each Moment
“The art of living... is neither careless drifting on the one hand nor fearful clinging to the past on the other. It consists in being sensitive to each moment, in regarding it as utterly new and unique, in having the mind open and wholly receptive.”
― Alan Wilson Watts
Aperture
“You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.”
― Alan Watts
Real Illusions
“I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.”
― Alan Wilson Watts
Advice?
“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.”
― Alan Wilson Watts
Thursday Morning
Thursday morning Romeo and I set out for the big walk. A woman who lives in the duplex next to the locksmith was standing on her front porch with her husband. "Can I pet him?"
"Sure, his name is Romeo."
"We had to put our dog down yesterday," she said.
"The boxer?"
"Yes."
"I'm so sorry."
"I remember your other dog," she said
"Lily the yellow lab?"
"Yes."
"I've been through it. I hope you grieve well and you consider adopting again." I said.
I continued walking and then I heard a huge crash up ahead. Two vehicles had collided at the intersection. The cars continued to move as if in slow motion, one knocked against the telephone pole and bounced off and seemed airborne. I saw a black SUV and something bright yellow. There was a tangle of metal and shattered glass. I turned around and ran back to the locksmith shop. A woman with a phone came running out toward me. "Call 911," I said. "Oh my god, oh my god." I was shaking and Romeo was shaking. "He's terrified of loud noises," I said. The woman with the phone got through to dispatch and within minutes four police SUV's arrived with their sirens blaring and then the fire dept, ambulance, Chief of Police, detectives, traffic police, and more.
The woman who phoned in the accident ran up ahead to get a closer look. She came back and said, "there's a baby, they have the jaws of life over there. Did you see the car? It's up on the yard."
"No, I didn't" I said. The professionals are here, I can go now, I told myself. I took a detour to avoid the accident scene and continued on my walk to the pond. The image and the sound of the cars crashing kept playing over and over in my head. What if those people hadn't stopped me to meet Romeo? We were headed right to that exact spot. Romeo and I could've been severely injured or killed. What a terrifying thought.
On my way home the police still had the roads blocked off with cruisers. I told one of the officers that I had seen the crash. "Thank God for car seats," he said. "The baby will be OK. Everybody was able to walk and talk but they've gone to the hospital to get checked out."
Yesterday walking home from the pool, cutting through the post office parking lot, I ran into Jungie who works on the post office grounds. I told him about the accident. He pointed to the two crushed vehicles in the police station parking lot below where we were standing. "Was it these cars?"
I looked. "Yes it was. I heard they're going to be okay. I was there when the crash happened and I am still shaken."
"We figured someone died, or was on drugs," he said.
"No, thank God. I think someone just ran a light."
"Looks like that one did," he said, pointing to the Dodge. I glanced down and through the cut-away roof I spotted an infant's baby shoe in the car seat.
"Sure, his name is Romeo."
"We had to put our dog down yesterday," she said.
"The boxer?"
"Yes."
"I'm so sorry."
"I remember your other dog," she said
"Lily the yellow lab?"
"Yes."
"I've been through it. I hope you grieve well and you consider adopting again." I said.
I continued walking and then I heard a huge crash up ahead. Two vehicles had collided at the intersection. The cars continued to move as if in slow motion, one knocked against the telephone pole and bounced off and seemed airborne. I saw a black SUV and something bright yellow. There was a tangle of metal and shattered glass. I turned around and ran back to the locksmith shop. A woman with a phone came running out toward me. "Call 911," I said. "Oh my god, oh my god." I was shaking and Romeo was shaking. "He's terrified of loud noises," I said. The woman with the phone got through to dispatch and within minutes four police SUV's arrived with their sirens blaring and then the fire dept, ambulance, Chief of Police, detectives, traffic police, and more.
The woman who phoned in the accident ran up ahead to get a closer look. She came back and said, "there's a baby, they have the jaws of life over there. Did you see the car? It's up on the yard."
"No, I didn't" I said. The professionals are here, I can go now, I told myself. I took a detour to avoid the accident scene and continued on my walk to the pond. The image and the sound of the cars crashing kept playing over and over in my head. What if those people hadn't stopped me to meet Romeo? We were headed right to that exact spot. Romeo and I could've been severely injured or killed. What a terrifying thought.
On my way home the police still had the roads blocked off with cruisers. I told one of the officers that I had seen the crash. "Thank God for car seats," he said. "The baby will be OK. Everybody was able to walk and talk but they've gone to the hospital to get checked out."
Yesterday walking home from the pool, cutting through the post office parking lot, I ran into Jungie who works on the post office grounds. I told him about the accident. He pointed to the two crushed vehicles in the police station parking lot below where we were standing. "Was it these cars?"
I looked. "Yes it was. I heard they're going to be okay. I was there when the crash happened and I am still shaken."
"We figured someone died, or was on drugs," he said.
"No, thank God. I think someone just ran a light."
"Looks like that one did," he said, pointing to the Dodge. I glanced down and through the cut-away roof I spotted an infant's baby shoe in the car seat.
With Words
“You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander. We build this place with the sand of memories; these castles are our memories and inventiveness made tangible. So part of us believes that when the tide starts coming in, we won't really have lost anything, because actually only a symbol of it was there in the sand. Another part of us thinks we'll figure out a way to divert the ocean. This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won't wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be.”
― Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
Advice
“E.L. Doctorow said once said that 'Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.' You don't have to see where you're going, you don't have to see your destination or everything you will pass along the way. You just have to see two or three feet ahead of you. This is right up there with the best advice on writing, or life, I have ever heard.”
― Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
Anne Lamott
“Your problem is how you are going to spend this one and precious life you have been issued. Whether you're going to spend it trying to look good and creating the illusion that you have power over circumstances, or whether you are going to taste it, enjoy it and find out the truth about who you are.”
― Anne Lamott
Feed the Soul
“Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It's like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can't stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.”
― Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
Books
“For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.”
― Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
John Thorne
Traditionally, Matt and I get Chinese takeout for Thanksgiving, a holiday I actively dislike. Despite its name, Thanksgiving is really the Family Holiday. Even Christmas pales beside it: that day's focus is on giving and receiving even more than togetherness. Strangely though, being alone on Christmas is to be almost hauntingly empty; you feel like a ghost. But being alone on Thanksgiving is rather wonderful, like not attending a party that you didn't want to go to and where no one will realize you're not there. At Thanksgiving, you gather with your family and stuff yourself with food as if it were love—or the next best thing —then stagger back to your regular life, oversatiated and wrung out. Christmas, however, creates expectations that are never met, so you leave hungry and depressed, with an armload of things you didn't want and can't imagine why anyone would think you did.
-John Thorne
Be Tandy
“I know about her, although she has never crossed my path," he said softly. "I know about her struggles and her defeats. It is because of her defeats that she is to me the lovely one. Out of her defeats she has been born a new quality in woman. I have a name for it. I call it Tandy. I made up the name when I was a true dreamer and before my body became vile. It is the quality of being strong to be loved. It is something men need from women and that they do not get.”
― Sherwood Anderson, Winesburg, Ohio
“Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything. Be brave enough to dare to be loved. Be something more than man or woman. Be Tandy.”
― Sherwood Anderson, Winesburg, Ohio
Twisted Apples
“On the trees are only a few gnarled apples that the pickers have rejected. They look like the knuckles of Doctor Reefy's hands. One nibbles at them and they are delicious. Into a little round place at the side of the apple has been gathered all its sweetness. One runs from tree to tree over the frosted ground picking the gnarled, twisted apples and filling his pockets with them. Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.”
― Sherwood Anderson, Winesburg, Ohio
Sherwood Anderson
“You must try to forget all you have learned,' said the old man. 'You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of the voices.”
― Sherwood Anderson, Winesburg, Ohio
Georgia O'Keefe
“Whether you succeed or not is irrelevant—there is no such thing. Making your unknown known is the important thing—and keeping the unknown always beyond you…”
-Georgia O'Keefe
Saturday, November 17, 2018
Stacey Abrams
“I don’t want to hold public office if I have to scheme my way into the post because the title of governor isn’t nearly as important as our shared title — voters,” she said. “And that is why we fight on.”
-Stacey Abrams
Friday, November 16, 2018
Pusillanimous
Definition of pusillanimous
: lacking courage and resolution : marked by contemptible timidity
Synonyms
chicken, chicken-livered, chickenhearted, cowardly, craven, dastardly, gutless, lily-livered, milk-livered [archaic], poltroon, recreant, spineless, unheroic, yellow
Antonyms
brave, courageous, daring, dauntless, doughty, fearless, gallant, greathearted, gutsy, hardy, heroic (also heroical), intrepid, lionhearted, stalwart, stout, stouthearted, valiant, valorous
Thursday, November 15, 2018
Yesterday
Yesterday in the freezing wind I walked by the bus stop and there was a woman with plastic bags sitting on the empty storefront stoop with her eyes closed. She was seated with he legs apart and her right palm resting on her thigh facing up. She appeared to be asleep and extremely vulnerable. How could she sleep through this agonizing wind? Was she overdosing? Something didn't feel right. I kept walking wondering about her. A police officer drove into the parking lot in front of me and I walked over to his car. He opened the window. This might be nothing, I said, but there's a woman asleep over there at the bus stop and I can't imagine anyone sleeping though this brutal wind and cold. Okay, we'll check it out. And they did.
Today I walked by that same spot and all of the woman's bags were still there with contents strewn about; a pair of black jeans, a beach towel, a gallon of milk on its side leaking into a puddle, unopened lipstick. Wherever she is I hope she'll be okay.
Today I walked by that same spot and all of the woman's bags were still there with contents strewn about; a pair of black jeans, a beach towel, a gallon of milk on its side leaking into a puddle, unopened lipstick. Wherever she is I hope she'll be okay.
Behaviorism
Romeo found a green foam Nerf ball in the gutter on our way home yesterday. He carried it into the house and started playing with it. The ball lit up neon green blinking like a space alien! I thought oh no he's going to chomp all of those plastic electronic parts. I must find a way to get the ball away from him. When I presented him with some kibble in my hand he drooled but did not drop the ball. So then I decided to place the kibble in his food dish. That worked. He took a bite of food and I was able to snatch the ball away.
Flying Cat
I never saw a cat fly until yesterday when Romeo and I stepped outside. There were two neighborhood cats in the yard. One ran under the garden gate and the other flew over the fence soaring two feet above it in a single leap. Romeo took no notice. He was at the gate, in his red coat, ready for his walk.
Tom Hiddleston
I grew up watching 'Superman.' As a child, when I first learned to dive into a swimming pool, I wasn't diving, I was flying, like Superman. I used to dream of rescuing a girl I had a crush on from a playground bully.
-Tom Hiddleston
Perky
Do activities you're passionate about - which make your heart and soul feel perky - including things like working out, cooking, painting, writing, yoga, hiking, walking, swimming, being in nature, being around art, or reading inspiring books.
- Karen Salmansohn
Transformation
In Hinduism, Shiva is a deity who represents transformation. Through destruction and restoration, Shiva reminds us that endings are beginnings, and that our world is constantly undergoing a cycle of birth, death and rebirth.
-Karen Salmansohn
Time and Again
We've seen, time and again, when people focus on the outcome rather than what needs to be done to achieve a desirable result, then the wheels fall off.
- Cate Campbell
Caught Up
People get caught up in the idea that health is just what you look like and what you eat, but your health is physical, emotional and mental. Who's to say eating that bowl of ice cream after training isn't going to help me psychologically and emotionally?
- Cate Campbell
F. Scott Fitzgerald
All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
Demetri Martin
Swimming is a confusing sport, because sometimes you do it for fun, and other times you do it to not die. And when I'm swimming, sometimes I'm not sure which one it is.
-Demetri Martin
Beyond Ourselves
“A true vocation calls us out beyond ourselves; breaks our heart in the process and then humbles, simplifies and enlightens us about the hidden, core nature of the work that enticed us in the first place.”
― David Whyte
The Courageous Step
“It is always hard to believe that the courageous step is so close to us, that it is closer than we ever could imagine, that in fact, we already know what it is, and that the step is simpler, more radical than we had thought: which is why we so often prefer the story to be more elaborate, our identities clouded by fear, the horizon safely in the distance, the essay longer than it needs to be and the answer safely in the realm of impossibility.”
― David Whyte, Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words
Witness
“But no matter the medicinal virtues of being a true friend or sustaining a long close relationship with another, the ultimate touchstone of friendship is not improvement, neither of the other nor of the self, the ultimate touchstone is witness, the privilege of having been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone.”
― David Whyte, Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words
David Whyte Poem
“You must learn one thing:
the world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds
except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet
confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone
that does not bring you alive
is too small for you.”
― David Whyte
David Whyte
Work is a constant invisible question, sometimes nagging, sometimes cajoling, sometimes emboldening me; at its best beckoning me to follow a particular star to which I belong.
-David Whyte
Wednesday, November 14, 2018
Mahmoud Darwish
The Prison Cell
by Mahmoud Darwish
It is possible…
It is possible at least sometimes…
It is possible especially now
To ride a horse
Inside a prison cell
And run away…
It is possible for prison walls
To disappear,
For the cell to become a distant land
Without frontiers:
What did you do with the walls?
I gave them back to the rocks.
And what did you do with the ceiling?
I turned it into a saddle.
And your chain?
I turned it into a pencil.
The prison guard got angry.
He put an end to my dialogue.
He said he didn't care for poetry,
And bolted the door of my cell.
He came back to see me
In the morning,
He shouted at me:
Where did all this water come from?
I brought it from the Nile.
And the trees?
From the orchards of Damascus.
And the music?
From my heartbeat.
The prison guard got mad;
He put an end to my dialogue.
He said he didn't like my poetry,
And bolted the door of my cell.
But he returned in the evening:
Where did this moon come from?
From the nights of Baghdad.
And the wine?
From the vineyards of Algiers.
And this freedom?
From the chain you tied me with last night.
The prison guard grew so sad…
He begged me to give him back
His freedom.
- Mahmoud Darwish
Dream
I dreamed of a big black pig wearing a day-glow orange collar. We have to get him a better collar, I thought. When I woke up Romeo was curled up next to me in the bed. I went back to sleep and dreamed about the black pig a few times during the night.
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
Ram Dass: On Aging
The minute you pit yourself against nature, the minute you pit yourself with your mind against change, you are asking for suffering. Now the question is, “Can you exist in a society in which everybody is suffering about it, and you are not?” You see that? In order to do that, you have to become conscious of that being the case.
-Ram Dass
Article
Elinam Vanessa Agbo
"If I go too long without expressing my thoughts in one way or another, I begin to feel suffocated and distant from my memories as well as my lived moments."
— Elinam Vanessa Agbo, @evagbo, winner of a 2018 PEN/Dau Short Story Prize for Emerging Writers
Dream
I dreamed I lived on one end of Main Street and worked at the other. We had a downstairs neighbor that was a bagpipe player. I told him about the group The Chieftans.
Monday, November 12, 2018
Alice Robb: Science of Dreaming
Even in dreams, we know who we are.
Alice Robb is the author of the forthcoming book “Why We Dream,” from which this essay is adapted.
Article
Sunday, November 11, 2018
Sleep and Anxiety
A sleepless night can leave the brain spinning with anxiety the next day.
People with anxiety disorders often have trouble sleeping. The new results uncover the reverse effect — that poor sleep can induce anxiety.
The study shows that “this is a two-way interaction,” said Clifford Saper, a sleep researcher at Harvard Medical School and Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center in Boston who wasn’t involved in the study. “The sleep loss makes the anxiety worse, which in turn makes it harder to sleep.”
Article
Saturday, November 10, 2018
Swimming and Counting
For decades I told myself I would never count swim laps but then I discovered it was a great tool if I used it gently. The first trick was to tell myself, "Do one lap and you are free to go home." Just showing up was winning!
But I discovered that when I am counting I am not thinking about other things. This was an unexpected gift. The numbers served as a mantra. I also gave myself small goals: "Do one more!" or "Do three more!" This gave me small victories. Most important was to be kind to myself so I would come back again. Remember, just one lap, and I am free to go home.
But I discovered that when I am counting I am not thinking about other things. This was an unexpected gift. The numbers served as a mantra. I also gave myself small goals: "Do one more!" or "Do three more!" This gave me small victories. Most important was to be kind to myself so I would come back again. Remember, just one lap, and I am free to go home.
Dream
I dreamed Nagla showed me a kitchen she built for me to teach cooking in her house. It was in the basement. The kitchen had red Formica counters and a long table for everyone to eat together. Then Nagla was bicycling with me on the handlebars. We were headed to a rural estate full of trees. She needed a cooking ingredient in the tree roots. I was up high grabbing onto trees. I woke up.
Charlie Chaplin
“As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.
As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody if I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.
As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life, and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow. Today I call it “MATURITY”.
As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance, I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm. Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”.
As I began to love myself I quit stealing my own time, and I stopped designing huge projects for the future. Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”.
As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”.
As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”.
As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worrying about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where everything is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”.
As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me and it can make me sick. But as I connected it to my heart, my mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.
We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born. Today I know “THAT IS LIFE”!”
― Charlie Chaplin
Charlie Chaplin
“You need Power,
only when you want
to do something harmful
otherwise
Love is enough to get everything done.”
― Charlie Chaplin
Friday, November 09, 2018
Swimming
I skipped yesterday so I needed an extra push to get to the pool today. As soon as I hit the water I knew I had made the right decision.
Then three teenage girls showed up and took the lane next to me. One of them was wearing a yellow suit. She sat on the edge while the other two began swimming laps.
"You're a good swimmer," the seated girl said to me.
"Thank you, I love the water. I swim often because it helps me with my winter depression."
"I have depression and anxiety too," she said.
"This will help," I said pointing to the water. "Do you know how to swim?"
"I used to swim for the special Olympics. Everyone tells me to exercise for my depression," she said.
"Try swimming to the other side, experiment on yourself and see if it helps how you feel. Just do one lap and you win!"
"That's a good idea," she said. I continued to swim.
When I returned I said to her "Depression and anxiety are energy. If you bring them into the pool you can swim like a motor boat." She liked that.
When I swam back she was standing in the water. "How about if I go with you and we can both swim to the other side?"
"Okay," she said. I swam in my lane using a pull buoy to duplicate her speed. I kept checking on her. "You're doing great!" I said. When she made it to the end of the lane I hooted and hollered. "That was fabulous!" I said and continued swimming. She began doing the back stroke. When she completed another length she was grinning.
"You did great, and you're smiling," I said. And we both continued swimming.
Then three teenage girls showed up and took the lane next to me. One of them was wearing a yellow suit. She sat on the edge while the other two began swimming laps.
"You're a good swimmer," the seated girl said to me.
"Thank you, I love the water. I swim often because it helps me with my winter depression."
"I have depression and anxiety too," she said.
"This will help," I said pointing to the water. "Do you know how to swim?"
"I used to swim for the special Olympics. Everyone tells me to exercise for my depression," she said.
"Try swimming to the other side, experiment on yourself and see if it helps how you feel. Just do one lap and you win!"
"That's a good idea," she said. I continued to swim.
When I returned I said to her "Depression and anxiety are energy. If you bring them into the pool you can swim like a motor boat." She liked that.
When I swam back she was standing in the water. "How about if I go with you and we can both swim to the other side?"
"Okay," she said. I swam in my lane using a pull buoy to duplicate her speed. I kept checking on her. "You're doing great!" I said. When she made it to the end of the lane I hooted and hollered. "That was fabulous!" I said and continued swimming. She began doing the back stroke. When she completed another length she was grinning.
"You did great, and you're smiling," I said. And we both continued swimming.
Dogs Detecting Disease
Dog noses are 10,000 to 100,000 times as sensitive as human noses. Scientists are not sure exactly what dogs are smelling, but it is known that malaria parasites produce volatile aldehydes like those found in perfumes.
Article
Triona and Maighread Ni Dhomhnaill
Recent documentary aired on Irish TV. look for the subtitles as program mostly in Irish.
Sisters in perfect harmony
Triona and Maighread Ni Dhomhnaill are best friends and are steeped in their family's musical heritage
Article
Thursday, November 08, 2018
Adopt a Donkey and an Emu
Love Knows No Species: Emu And Donkey Have Fallen For Each Other, Caretakers Say
Story
Lewis Lapham
Make the mistake of thinking that you can decide to become a writer and you've already lost the bet. Writers happen by accident, not by design. They have as little choice in the matter as lemmings toppling over cliffs.
-Lewis Lapham
Pink Noise
Indeed, studies have shown the benefit of "pink noise," that which has enough variables in frequency to engage the subconscious but not enough to distract or disturb. Rain, wind, and other storm noises are like this. Playing pink noise in a lab setting has been shown to have a positive effect on sleep and memory.
The totality and power of the elements also has a way of showing us our troubles are relatively small. "Stormy weather reminds people that the world is made up of forces bigger than they are, which makes their woes pale in comparison," says Laurel Steinberg, also a New York City-based psychotherapist and a professor at Columbia University.
Article about Weather and Anxiety
Successfully Defend Rights
Massachusetts voters uphold transgender rights law
The Yes on 3 campaign described Massachusetts as the first state in the nation "to successfully defend transgender rights by popular vote."
Article
“Transgender people … we’re just trying to live our lives as who we are like everyone else and that includes going to the bathroom; that includes going to work, that includes buying coffee at a coffee shop, going out to dinner or seeing a movie,” she said.
Ram Dass on Suffering as Grace
You see, there is a tendency in us to find suffering aversive. And so we want to distance ourselves from it. Like if you have a toothache, it becomes that toothache. It’s not us anymore. It’s that tooth. And so if there are suffering people, you want to look at them on television or meet them but then keep a distance from them. Because you are afraid you will drown in it. You are afraid you will drown in a pain that will be unbearable. And the fact of the matter is you have to. You finally have to. Because if you close your heart down to anything in the universe, it’s got you. You are then at the mercy of suffering. And to have finally dealt with suffering, you have to consume it into yourself. Which means you have to–with eyes open–be able to keep your heart open in hell. You have to look at what is, and say, “Yea, Right.” And what it involves is bearing the unbearable. And in a way, who you think you are can’t do it. Who you really are can do it. So that who you think you are dies in the process.
Article
Article
Zen Master Bernie Tetsugen Glassman
Zen Master Bernie Tetsugen Glassman, while then sensei at Zen Center of Los Angeles, moved to the Bronx, New York City in December 1979. There, he was set on exploring the merging of spiritual training and social action, and in 1980 he incorporated the Zen Community of New York. A departure from the formal Zen training and teaching he himself had received and given until now, he went on to found Greyston Bakery as “…A place of inclusion and opportunity. Bernie recognized that people in the community of Bronx and, later, Southwest Yonkers needed jobs, and so opened his doors to provide employment, no questions asked…Employing individuals regardless of education, work history, or social barriers such as language skills, homelessness or incarceration, and offering the supportive services the community needs to thrive” (from Greyston Bakery’s Website). In 2017, Greyston celebrated 35 years of social innovation, and is being studied by major universities and companies around the world. Bernie has since been recognized with many awards for his groundbreaking work with Greyston.
source https://www.ramdass.org/featured-teacher-bernie-glassman/
further reading:
https://www.greyston.org/about/
https://zenpeacemakers.org/the-three-tenets/
WE DON’T HIRE PEOPLE TO BAKE BROWNIES.
WE BAKE BROWNIES TO HIRE PEOPLE.https://www.greyston.org/bakery/
Bernie Glassman
When we bear witness, when we become the situation — homelessness, poverty, illness, violence, death — the right action arises by itself. We don’t have to worry about what to do. We don’t have to figure out solutions ahead of time. Peacemaking is the functioning of bearing witness. Once we listen with our entire body and mind, loving action arises. Loving action is right action. It’s as simple as giving a hand to someone who stumbles or picking up a child who has fallen on the floor. We take such direct, natural actions every day of our lives without considering them special. And they’re not special. Each is simply the best possible response to that situation in that moment.
– Bernie Glassman
Ram Dass
Can you accept total suffering, take on the karma of another human being, and yet not be attached to the melodrama of suffering?
If a person is suffering, the only thing you can do for them is to find the place in them which is behind the suffering. It’s all you can do. It’s all that’s available.
- Ram Dass
Comforting Solitude
“Oh comforting solitude, how favorable thou art to original thought!”
― Santiago Ramón y Cajal, Advice for a Young Investigator
Exhausted by the Problems
“It is fair to say that, in general, no problems have been exhausted; instead, men have been exhausted by the problems”
― Santiago Ramón y Cajal, Advice for a Young Investigator
Secret, Mystery Marvel
“It is strange to see how the populace, which nourishes its imagination with tales of witches or saints, mysterious events and extraordinary occurrences, disdains the world around it as commonplace, monotonous and prosaic, without suspecting that at bottom it is all secret, mystery, and marvel.”
― Santiago Ramón y Cajal
As Long as Our Brain is a Mystery
“As long as our brain is a mystery, the universe, the reflection of the structure of the brain will also be a mystery.”
― Santiago Ramón y Cajal
Try Resting for Awhile
“If a solution fails to appear ... and yet we feel success is just around the corner, try resting for a while. ... Like the early morning frost, this intellectual refreshment withers the parasitic and nasty vegetation that smothers the good seed. Bursting forth at last is the flower of truth.”
― Santiago Ramón y Cajal, Advice for a Young Investigator
Skillful Pedagogical Tactics
“What a wonderful stimulant it would be for the beginner if his instructor, instead of amazing and dismaying him with the sublimity of great past achievements, would reveal instead the origin of each scientific discovery, the series of errors and missteps that preceded it— information that, from a human perspective, is essential to an accurate explanation of the discovery. Skillful pedagogical tactics such as this would instill the conviction that the discoverer, along with being an illustrious person of great talent and resolve, was in the final analysis a human being just like everyone else.”
― Santiago Ramón y Cajal, Advice for a Young Investigator
Reverance and Awe
“Nothing inspires more reverence and awe in me than an old man who knows how to change his mind.”
― Santiago Ramón Y Cajal
Santiago Ramón y Cajal
Santiago Ramón y Cajal was a Spanish neuroscientist and pathologist, specializing in neuroanatomy, particularly the histology of the central nervous system.
“Consider the possibility that any man could, if he were so inclined, be the sculptor of his own brain, and that even the least gifted may, like the poorest land that has been well cultivated and fertilized, produce an abundant harvest.”
― Santiago Ramón y Cajal, Advice for a Young Investigator
Wednesday, November 07, 2018
Former President Obama
Article
Here is the former president’s statement in full:
I congratulate everybody who showed up and participated in our democracy yesterday. Obviously, the Democrats’ success in flipping the House of Representatives, several governorships, and state legislatures will get the most attention. But even more important than what we won is how we won: by competing in places we haven’t been competitive in a long time, and by electing record numbers of women and young veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan, a surge of minority candidates, and a host of outstanding young leaders. The more Americans who vote, the more our elected leaders look like America. On a personal note, Michelle and I couldn’t be prouder of the alumni of my administration who took the baton and won their races last night. Even the young candidates across the country who fell short have infused new energy and new blood into our democratic process, and America will be better off for it for a long time to come. I also want to congratulate voters across the country for turning out in record numbers, and for voting for several ballot initiatives that will improve the lives of the American people – like raising the minimum wage, expanding Medicaid, and strengthening voting rights.Our work goes on. The change we need won’t come from one election alone – but it is a start. Last night, voters across the country started it. And I’m hopeful that going forward, we’ll begin a return to the values we expect in our public life – honesty, decency, compromise, and standing up for one another as Americans, not separated by our differences, but bound together by one common creed.
A Great Day for Democracy
Article
The Washington Post
Democracy Dies in Darkness
The Post's View Opinion
A great day for democracy
By Editorial Board
November 7 at 12:18 AM
THE DEMOCRATS’ return to control over the House of Representatives is much more than a victory for one party. It is a sign of health for American democracy.
Distrustful of untrammeled majorities, the authors of the Constitution favored checks and balances, including, crucially, the check that the legislative branch might place upon the executive. Over the past two years, the Republican majorities in the House and Senate have failed to exercise reasonable oversight. Now the constitutional system has a fresh chance to work as intended.
The Democratic victory is also a sign of political health, to the extent it is a form of pushback against the excesses, rhetorical and in terms of policy, committed by the Trump administration and propounded by President Trump during this fall’s campaign. Turning against the dominant party in Washington even in a moment of economic prosperity, voters from Key West to Kansas refused to accept the continued degradation of their nation’s political culture. Republicans retained control of the Senate, where the map this year favored their defense. But voters nationwide refused Mr. Trump’s invitation to vote on the basis of fear of immigrants; they did not respond to his depiction of his opposition as dangerous enemies.
Now the House will be in a position to investigate any number of potential administration transgressions and demand accountability: the awful separation of migrant children from their parents; the dubious decision to add a question about citizenship to the 2020 Census; the president’s harassment of special counsel Robert S. Mueller III’s investigation.
The new majority also has an opportunity to offer a positive legislative agenda. The Democrats achieved their victory Tuesday night in large part by promising to protect health-care coverage, especially for Americans with preexisting conditions. Though effective in winning over moderate voters, the campaign did not establish a clear mandate for much beyond that — eminently valid — objective. And of course, even if the Democrats set forth a list of specific proposals for the House, before or after Election Day, the Senate and Mr. Trump’s veto pen could block it.
Still, the party can outline an alternative policy direction for the country. It can begin with measures to shore up the Affordable Care Act but then move to reforms of federal gun laws. Where the Republican majority has denied science, the Democrats can offer an approach to climate change. They can propose relief to the “dreamers” and, ideally, other undocumented immigrants, along with generous but not unlimited opportunities for future legal immigration. They should propose to restore the United States to its rightful place as a welcomer of refugees; to end the disgraceful denial of congressional representation to citizens in the District of Columbia; to repeal the most egregious giveaways to the rich in the 2017 tax bill.
Tuesday was a good day for Democrats. It may also be a good day for Republicans, if they take the lessons of their House defeat to heart and reconsider the devil’s bargain they have made with Mr. Trump. Indeed, if the results help lead to a reemergence of that party’s better angels, then it will have been good day for America as a whole.
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