Sunday, September 9, 2012

Stop Pointing Fingers

Put Your Head, Heart and Hands To Work

It's kind of early in the election season, not even October, and I am already more than tired of listening to people pointing fingers at one another and yelling, "You're the enemy."

On the contrary, every single one of us has the potential to contribute something that will make a difference, move us in the direction of goals we have in common: peace, love and abundance for ourselves and those we love. Imagine if we stopped allowing ourselves to be manipulated into separate corners and began to listen and work together in our  neighborhoods, and then linked ourselves into neighborhood networks and formed true local communities, and found a way to cooperate with and stimulate the success of other nearby communities. . . .

 We Are the Heroes for Our Times

Our problems look enormous and the world seems bleak,
So listen up people to what I speak.
Hear my words, ‘cause they’re not absurd,
“Fight doom and gloom, beat creeps and crimes,
You are the hero for our times.”

Open up your ears, ‘cause my words are true,
You are the hero… and you… and you.
Yo, pay attention to these hip hop rhymes,
For we are the heroes for these times.

All you have to do now is take a look around,
No matter where you look, here’s exactly what you’ve found
No matter where you’re at, you’re in for stormy weather,
Yeah, we’re all in this together.

Our problems can’t be solved by any one election,
That’s not enough correction,
We need a new direction.
It’s not up to Mr. President, ‘cause in America, we are the government.
You’ve got to participate to build a world that’s really great.

Look in the mirror and you will see,
You are the one; you have the key.
Look below the surface and you will find,
You’re more than body, heart, and mind.
Answers don’t fall from a sky that’s blue,
They come from the power inside of you…and you…and, hey, me too!

If you want to have an impact,
Get back on the right track,
It’s a fact, Jack.
We can eliminate what’s rude and crude,
But we each have to watch our own attitude.
Hey, look into your own attitude.

Danger is everywhere, triggering many fears - and so it has for years,
But we can overcome with the force of bright ideas.
Now is the time to get upbeat,
Put our heads together, so our minds can meet.
Use your will and talent to create a new beginning
Where everyone is winning.

Human beings are the most adaptable of creatures,
With a ton of classy features,
We’re the dream team,
So listen to my scheme.

It’s perfectly fine to sing your own song,
But to be in harmony, we have to sing along.
I want to hear our blended voices ring out loud and strong.

Let’s take responsibility, ‘cause freedom isn’t really free.
We must pitch in, make room, and go the extra mile,
And here’s one great idea, let’s do it with a smile.

Let’s focus on what’s going right – what can be done,
And while we’re at it - let’s have some fun.
Our brightest visions can come true,
I make it happen and so do you…and you…and, hey, you too!

I must conclude now by repeating the heart of my rhymes,
We are the heroes for our times.
Can you find it in your own heart,
Every woman, child and man,
I ask you, say it with me – Yes, I Can!

Let me hear you answer enthusiastically,
Is there someone eager, ready to carry out my plan?
I bet I know your answer –
Yessssss! We Can!

Monday, September 3, 2012

Have We Met?

No one has ever called me "shy", but I have been tagged "stand-offish". So distressing. Although I do need time alone to recharge my batteries in dreaming, meditation, or indulging in nature's soothing stroke, I really do like people and never seek to offend. Yet I understand why the term "aloof" could be applied to my behavior. I have a problem remembering faces - not names, actual faces. I can see why this puts people off.

I'll be walking through town when someone approaches, outstretched hand, big grin on his face, and as he gets closer he can tell there's a dimness in my eyes that rats out my lack of recognition. At best he's figuring that I don't recall his name, but more likely, I don't remember meeting this person at all. Or I'm at an event in our neighborhood clubhouse, and when a couple walks through the door, I know I know the wife, but I am totally unsure if she's Karen or Carol or Debbie. In ten years of interacting with them, in a group situation, I am never sure that I can tell one from the other. Please don't judge me as shallow or inattentive, because I have already spent years beating up on myself. 

Only recently I discovered that this social disability is truly not my fault. There's a name for my dysfunctional perception, "prosopagnosia" or "face blindness." I always joked that this weakness was a "missing part" in my brain. That's not exactly true. As I've learned from the mass media (a "20/20" feature on TV and an article in "Vogue"), though scientists have no final explanation, nor a cure, for this disability that strikes about one in fifty people, it is attributed to a malfunction in the area of the brain that processes facial characteristics. 

Luckily, my case is a mild one; some people with face blindness can't even recognize family members. I mean, I've been blatantly ignored by my loving but highly distractable mother for years, but she does so knowing full well that I'm her daughter.  Not like when that fellow Steve came up to me at a party in Brooklyn years ago and went on and on with details of the summer we spent in Israel together years before that. I came up totally blank. Zero recognition of having ever seen his face. I was so stricken by the hurt I had inflicted on him that the incident triggered compensatory action. Since then, I've adopted a strategy in social situations that protects others, but still leaves me open to the misnomer, "aloof".

My curly, curly hair is usually a dead giveaway to my identity. But, trust me, if more than an hour has passed since our last contact, or if you've changed your clothes or your hair style, there's no clue for me to hang onto that can overcome this synaptic snafu. The next time we meet for the first time, I hope you'll give me some leeway. 

I'll be there standing on the sidelines or clinging to whoever I came in with until I can overhear sufficient conversations to sort out the who's who. You'll make allowances for my astoundingly lame questions, instead of exclaiming, "but you met her at the Farmer's Market just this morning". And you'll happily identify yourself when I greet you with that friendly, but confused look on my face, although we've only recently swapped stories about one English class we survived right before lunch in high school. You'll know that I apologize in advance.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Blue Moon

Beautiful Blue Moon over Asheville, Sept. 31, 2012

I put water out to be blessed by the full moon on Friday night, the night of the Blue Moon. Rumor has it that I can use it to help manifest my dreams. I'm happy to collect a new tool, but I must say it often seems to me that I have lived my whole life under a blue moon. I'm a Pisces - a water sign; the sign of the fish swimming in two directions. I can always see more than one perspective on a situation, can easily put myself in someone else's shoes to empathize with her point of view. And my dreams have come to fruition, over and over again, in seemingly miraculous ways.

This summer is a great example. With some coaxing and a bit of effort, but not a whole lot of struggle, Mike and I have had a fantastic season. Our deck garden was bountiful.
Blueberries picked in June
Beans, Pesto, and Kohrabi Slaw in July
And veggies I didn't know would grow in pots

Our community garden once again provided food, fun and friendship. We're exploring the opportunity to take it to a whole new level of connection with folks "outside the gate" next year.

The Gleaning Gang
Mike and I logged many miles on the Prius and have more trips planned for the Fall.
East Hampton with the Willen-Robbins Clan
A day in the park
Brunch with Mom
What more can I dream of? Life on borrowed time, Love overflowing, a healthy happy family, freedom to move about, and a serene setting for our cozy nest. I am grateful for all that I have and am wishing you the same blessings through all seasons.