IMspirit blog

This blog was established in honor if my children, Joshua, Victoria and Matteo in order to share my thoughts, learning and questions about the joys and challenges of life.

 

Shakespeare’s plays are said to answer three fundamental questions:

  • What does it mean to be alive?
  • How shall we act?
  • What must I do?

As I explore these questions for myself, I have come to understand these as basic truths:

  • We are all made of the same stuff
  • We all live on the same planet
  • What each of us thinks, says and does matters to the whole.

Here are my thoughts and I look forward to hearing yours.

Creating Change Conference highlights!

Creating Change 2012The premiere grass roots organizing conference for social justice with an emphasis on LGBT equality.As a mother, lesbian, black/native American woman, religious science minister, performer, coach and writer, I brought it all and it was all good at Creating Change!

The invitation to lobby at our state capitol regardless of your experience or expertise was an invigorating dive into citizen lobbying.  On the first day of the conference after riding a bus from Baltimore to DC, I was sitting along side youth just out of college, some still in college, boomers like me, and non profit community leaders.

Together, in one morning we created a dialogue that said loud and clear: we are a community united for equality.  I left feeling I had done something good, met good people and made a difference with just a few hours invested.  I have been involved in lobbying before, but was so impressed with the organizations ability to do a two hour training and ready us to be effective in front of senators, congress members and staffers.  Seeing 300 people with their purple and pink badges descend from the buses and head up the capitol steps was a picture I won’t soon forget.

I learned how important our individual stories are to helping politicians have examples to support their positions when they agree with the policies we are proposing and how important our stories are to educate and potentially persuade those who can’t see the urgency of our requests. I learned about how the laws protecting women from violence were insensitive to same gender couples finding many turned away at the very shelters made for their safety.  I learned about how people in Washington are using states rights as an excuse for non intervention and deliniation on bullying in schools and how they use ‘putting burdens on business” to avoid signing on to the Employment Non-Discrimination Act and the Fair Paycheck Act.  One staffer quoted his senator by saying ‘he doesn’t see why we need the Fair Paycheck Act when we have the equal pay amendment”.  We then pointed out that we’ve had that for decades and still women are paid 77c on the dollar to men with blacks at 70c and Latina’s trailing at 66c.  Clearly the equal pay act needs more teeth.

During the conference, we heard from members of the administration about the work they are doing in the Department of Health and Human Services, especially in the area of aging and lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered peoples needs.  From the office of the Secretary of State we heard the reiteration of our country’s commitment to human rights around the world including those of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people.  On a local level, we heard from the mayor of Baltimore about his personal commitment to seeing Transgender people safe and thriving in his city.

I attended workshops and experiences as diverse as relating the chakras to our personal development and the movement for equality, a trans denominational service and how to talk with family and friends about politics, sex and religion with effective compassion.

The most important and deeply alarming information I received at the conference, was that there are state laws that have been passed and more proposed, that will result in suppressing the vote of up to 5 million people.  These laws relate to new requirements for identification to register to  vote and to vote at the ballot box and these regulations affect those who are most likely to vote in a socially progressive way.  For example, in Florida when President Obama was elected there were 500,000 votes that were placed by those who had served prison time.  A new law in Florida would exempt these people who have paid their debt to society from participating as voters.  In another law that was passed in a southern state, an African American woman in her eighties was denied the right to vote after having done so faithfully for more than 50 years, because she could not produce an original version of her birth certificate! (It had burned in a fire some years earlier and was unavailable to her).  I am moved to learn more about these laws and do my part this election year to make sure they don’t meet their apparent purpose.

The message about voter suppression, and the recognition that our LGBT equality movement is not just about marriage but about immigration, jobs, housing, healthcare, poverty, homelessness, incarceration, adoption,social security and other long term spousal benefits— came from two sources.  The leader of the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force, who eloquently and fiercely called us to action and the leader of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People.  This historic unity, of two civil rights leaders, demonstrating engagement,  friendship, respect and passion for each others commitments and concerns was a shattering of segregation and a bringing in of the beloved community of which Dr. King spoke in a way I never imagined in my life time.

Immersed in an environment of thousands of people (a majority of them under 25),  I saw the leaders of leather nation, Indian nations, the state department, faith leaders, corporate leaders all under the same roof for the same reason. We were all present to gain more understanding and to clarify our personal and collective actions.  While there we experienced true, ‘radical’ inclusion. The meeting floors had entirely gender neutral restrooms, there were hospitality suites for different ethnicitys, religions, physical abilities and gender identity and expression.  There was a room for prayer and for meditation, a Shabbat service, a Muslim Friday prayer, the calling of the names of those we have lost… If any one wants to know what true inclusion looks like this is the place to be.

My heart and mind are full and I have been made better by this experience.  Seeing the ‘angels of our better nature’ in over 3000 people is beyond inspiring, it is a shining light on what is possible for our future.  There is a final image I am left with: a young man receiving the youth leadership award even as he fears deportation says “ I accept this award but all I can think about is all those who wanted to be here but could not be here because they are undocumented and afraid, this is an equality movement issue, please don’t call us illegal, no human being is illegal. “ And he took his award and his standing ovation and went back to fighting for the rights of those who only want to be free.

Ready, set, go!

As much as I intended to start the year out thoughtfully and slowly and not be a fool who rushes in… I did it anyway.  I don’t mind though, I am learning to accept myself as I am and give myself what I give others in life, the presumption of good.

I am diving into work projects, writing projects, making new contracts and contacts, revising my website and trying to decide how to re-launch it, singing every chance I get, participating in a fitness challenge and remembering to breathe.

Every year we have a tradition of making dream boards, some people call them vision maps, others intentions but the idea is the same.  You choose images and words from magazines that represent concepts and experiences you want to bring into this year.  It is fun and effective for learning what is really on your mind and heart.  I’ve been doing these boards for over 20 years and have loved seeing the changes in me as reflected in what I desire.

My first boards were full of material things in my twenties and gradually the material disappeared to make way for the experiences and circumstances of life.  Now you’ll find emotions, states of being and qualities on my board, the details have faded and I create a picture of health, joy, laughter, prosperity, giving and growing.  This year we will get to our group in California to late in the year to do this ritual with them so we’re going to invite some Ptown pals to join us and set up  a group skype with our west coast friends.  Should be fun, energizing and I’m curious what I’ll see on my brightly colored poster board this year.

Cheers to you!

 

Spending Time

 

 

The first day of 2012 was spent… there it is …that idea of preciousness of time, spent and never to be regained or repeated.  The day started with expressions of love and affection and then a leap from bed into water proof boots and out to the flatlands to clam!  We picked up the bucket made of woven iron and the small rakes and trudged the few steps from our home to the breakwater.
I sloshed through the water through some soggy sand as Jane walked on the rocks above.  We arrived at a point about a quartermile out in the low tide and started digging.  The sweet click of the clam shell on the rake was music to our ears in just a few moments.  After an hour and a lot of raking, leaving a wide patch in our wake, we headed back home with another 40 clams for dinner.
Not wanting to miss our dear friend doing a sermon on laughter and silence at the UU Meeting house, we changed into less muddy boots took off our clamming gloves and headed to church.  What a wonderful community that you can come in from foraging and join in with song and prayer.  I went up and lit a candle to celebrate that this was so and we stayed and enjoyed the uniquely talented Diann Hamilton help us laugh and laugh and laugh and take our joy into the silence.
Unwilling to miss anything, we realized it was time to head to a friends for black eyed peas and brandy alexanders.  Yes you heard that right.  Wow were those beans cooked with ham hocks a great way to start the day, and the brandy alexander was basically a milkshake with brandy in it!  I didn’t learn all of what was in it until I slurped the last drop… our friends Gail and Dawn use Haggendaz  ice cream in theirs!
Okay, next stop a little football and the best chicken wings I’ve ever tasted, really, I’m not making this stuff up! These wings are crispy baked in a juicy sauce made with soy and balsamic garlic, yummy!  So we downed a few of those at Gabby and Marcy’s and finally decided it was time to head to the ocean side of the beach to meet Kate and friends for a ritual bon fire.
At the bon fire we wrote our annual discards on a slip of paper and threw them into the flames with the intention of letting them go, releasing them from our lives.  I know for me, some version of the same thing I confront each year was scribbled down and tossed into the fire with faith.  Faith that somehow this small act would make progress inside me.
Cold and exhilarated from the community, the fire, the water, and the God painted sky, we finally went home to bathe.  After washing off the clams, the smoke and the day, I got in my new Christmas jammies and poured a nice glass of wine.  Jane headed out for one more party but came home a little more than an hour later and joined me and our dear friend Laurie for a sweet movie and some home made popcorn.
Ok so I left out a few moments of disagreement, a quick jaunt shopping and some chats with family, but all in all that was how the day was spent.  Well done, I say.  Happy New year all.  May your days be joyfully spent in service to love and life itself.

TIME


Last week I watched a PBS special on their NOVA channel, it was called “The illusion of time” with the physicist Brian Green.  He started out by saying that time is something that everyone knows about until you ask them to explain it.   I know how I feel about it but I probably can’t explain it either.  I feel  its preciousness, the moments passing , the end of a day approaching.  Sometimes its just the end of a time I’ve given myself to be free.

Today I have nothing scheduled on my calendar.  Nothing at all and this is very rare.  I am staying in my PJs  because I can…sitting cross legged in bed typing on my new iPad looking out on the Provincetown bay .   I am enjoying a cup of my Gano Cafe made with both coffee and special mushroom extracts ~not that kind of special~.  This is a perfect time.

Brian Greene talks about how we are obsessed with time, past and future especially, rarely the present moment.  The way we came up with our concepts of time was by observation.  As human beings we noticed that the light changed during the day and the sun seemed to move in the sky.  At night we saw the same configuration of stars and began to notice the moon rising.  Eventually our science let us know that the earth was rotating and we could call a full rotation one day.  Then by the appearance of the sun we could call its position in the sky a particular time.

The thing was, since we were arbitrarily naming certain positions of the sun as noon or three in the afternoon or dawn or six am, we began to organize ourselves around it and instead of just rising when the sun rose and tucking in when it went down, we  began  putting ourselves on an arbitrary schedule.

The arbitrary schedule was different in different regions and when trains came along we had to set a  clock that everyone followed so they could know in one town to the next when to expect the train.  And so our modern lives tied to being on the right track at the right time with no care for the sun, the moon , the stars or the tides all of natures ‘clocks.”

The program went on to delve into time travel through worm holes and black holes and time folding in on itself.   Apparently the math equations don’t rule out that everything is happening in the same moment and theoretically we can experience past as present and future as present if we understood how to access it.

Instead of being curious about my past or my future, I find myself in this moment loving living in a place where low tide means on friday’s and sundays you can go out clamming near the breakwater.

 

Assignment: Nepal, an Irene Adler mystery and fun read!

Assignment: Nepal, an Irene Adler Mystery. I loved this book, I read it in a few days and you would find me with a slight smile on my face and occasionally a burst of laughter when I wasn’t crumpling my forehead with tension about what would happen next. I’m generally not a big mystery fan because they often take so long to lay out the plot that I’m already bored! In this case you are swept immediately into the adventure.

Our lead is Irene Adler and she has quite a conversation with a committee in her own head which is funny and I can completely relate. She is a straight forward academic anthropologist who is bored with her less than inspiring students and her less than inspiring life so she takes an assignment to solve a mystery for her former professor and the location is Nepal.

I am an avid traveler and love to read about places before I go. I am intrigued by the sights, sounds and happenings of this mysterious part of the globe. In the main story you have Margo who was an academic but is now caught up in the religious practicies and civil disobedience of the more progressive society. She has lost her objectivity and Irene is concerned .. maybe even her mind, as she goes on a search for an ancient goddess and the trail of death that seems to surround her.

Have a good time with this book, its characters and the wonder of a place that is rich with the ancient, the modern and the wisdom of the Hindu and the Buddhist alike. I even appreciated the travel tips.. I will drink bottled water when I make it to Nepal!

Christie Hardwick

Food II

After shamlessly sharing my bourgois personal concerns,  I thought I’d take another reflection on food as part of our history and evolution.   I recently attended a workshop with the head dietician/nutritionist at Kripalu in the Berkshires.  He reminded us that agriculture as a practice is still new (10,000 years or so) compared to our estimated millions of years history as hunter/ gatherers.  Like every other animal we ate what nature provided.   As the anthropologists assert- we were omnivores, we ate 60-80 different wild types of vegetation and meat as was possible.

Transport yourself to today and we eat food that is not naturally available, not naturally grown, not naturally digested and we are living in a nutrient deficient world.  Some of us are privileged to get organic foods or grow our own, but the vast majority of the world has their food supply controlled by a few corporate giants.  In essence our move to agriculture as industry has resulted in a decline in our food supply.  A decline in quality, in access and appropriateness.

The key is to get the most nutrient dense fresh foods to those who need them and to avail ourselves of the abundance where we are fortunate enough to have it.  This requires those with education, means and opportunity to be demanding consumers to change the food industry which seems to be hard of hearing.

On a lighter note,  apparently my love of all things Italian is justified.  It turns out that the Medici women who married french kings brought the first Italian chefs to France who in turn were the beginning of what we now consider “French” Cuisine!

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