Sunday, May 3, 2015

You can take the girl out of the ER...

but you can't take the ER out of this girl!

I've seen too much;
I've heard too much.

My innocence is shattered.

It's absolutely impossible for me 
to see things in a benign way,
devoid of double entendre
and hidden meaning.

But even if you aren't pervy like me,
take a look at these images from children's books.

Really?

Does no thinking person proof read these things?

All my friends who ride horses have talked about 'the tingle'...
I thought it was a country version of an urban myth!

What child would think that?
Even worse, what child's 'illegal things' would involve barnyard animals?
Come on - 
that's too pervy even for me!

Don't the French know anything about placement?

Since when do lion tamers need guns?
As if clowns weren't scary enough all by themselves!

WTH?
While this might be a suitable party game 
for your neighborhood 'swingers group'
it definitely doesn't belong in a kids gathering!

I think Lion has been to one too many kids parties 
with Poor Pussy!

Then George has a problem
and needs to be arrested!

Ditto for Teddy!

Again with the visuals, people!
I know exactly what Harpo's secret is...
I documented it several times every day for decades!

Unless this is from a book called 
"Urine for a big surprise",
I can't, for the life of me,
figure out why kids would need to know this - 
and, frankly, why I didn't!

IF I ever have grandchildren,
reading books at bedtime might be really tricky to get through 
if this is the caliber of what's out there!

I'm getting out Babar and Eloise
and giving them a new read tonight!











Thursday, April 30, 2015

It can't be proven,

 but I'm fairly certain

 heaven smells like my house
 this time of year.
Just sayin'.




Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Baltimore "Mom of the Year"?

I know I'm the exception...
but 
I don't think so.

I know you've seen images from the protests in Baltimore,
probably even the 'live' footage;
I mean, how could you get away with not seeing it?
it's 'viral'.
 A woman, grabbing her 16 yr old hooded and masked son
right off the riot lines;
screaming at him to get his ass home
and then hitting him multiple times in his head.

I've heard her interviewed.
I've even identified with her story. 
As a single mother who has raised teenage sons myself,
 I totally support her imposing her parenting rules on her son.

He's her only son.

She, along with all the other black moms in our country,
 know the dangers waiting for
their male children
in our culture;
she worries for her son
in ways I could never imagine
having to worry for my boys.

She had forbidden him to be at the protests.
She had warned him about the dangers of mob action
 and told him that's not the way to respect the memory
of a young man killed while in police custody.

She was at a doctors appointment 
when she realized he had disobeyed her.
So she left
and
when she realized he was putting himself directly in harms way,
when she saw him with a rock in his hand, 
ready to confront police full on- 
she reacted "in the only way she knew how".


I agree with the Police Chief of Baltimore
 that if more parents in the African American community were actively involved
in their children's lives,
the current climate would be markedly different.

But this morning,
she admitted 
on the CBS Morning Show 
that this isn't the first time
she's 'disciplined him like that'...

and that's exactly the problem.

Instead of using just words,
instead of using her physical presence, 
reasoning,
threats,
persuasion
or
grabbing him by the scruff of his neck
and getting him to safety,

she hit him -
multiple times - 
in his head.

She struck out 'instinctively' 
and repeatedly 
in anger, 
while losing control.

Which is, by her own description,
 her parenting 'style' - 

which cumulatively over the years
only teaches kids that when you're angry and frustrated
it's OK to strike out;
it's OK to inflict damage on others
when you don't know what else to do...

which is exactly what the protesters and rioters are doing
 in mob actions
in our country.

They're reacting with the limited skills they've been taught
because no one has ever shown them
or exhibited
critical thinking;
no one has demonstrated the power
or effectiveness
of thinking problems through,
formulating responses,
using your words
and changing your behavior
to work with others
 toward the solutions you want.

They hit instead
and keep hitting
because it's 'instinctive',
it's what they know
and it's what they've been taught
and how they've been treated
by people who love them 
for generations.

And it needs to be stopped.
NOW.

Our culture is awash in violence;
and until it changes on the micro-level in our homes,
it will never change in our society at large.

So, while I'm glad this mom has her son safe at home,
for now,
let's PLEASE not hold her up
as Mother as the Year!

She's not.
Loving mothers don't use their kids heads as punching bags -
no matter how much they're provoked.

Saturday, April 25, 2015

The perfect Saturday morning

There was a log cabin



with a fantastic view;

a creek filled with watercress
that was too much 
for someone to resist.

There was wonderful food.

and beautiful,
colorful,

 strong,
 serene



wild things in the woods.


The most beautiful, colorful, strong, serene and wild creatures in the woods
were my friends!


I feel the Heartbeat of the Earth deep within...

I surrender into the life force of Creation, 
as it floods into my being...
cradling my fiercely passionate heart, 
embracing the essence I carry.

My wildness is my wisdom.
I am protected in my knowing.

I am nourished, 
vibrant, 
within the streams of existence

I am the sacred breath of all wild women...

It was a morning filled with blessings.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Dear God,

if some of the lessons you wanted me to learn 
in this two year period of my life  
are that systems are essentially impervious to change,
people can be as nice as can be
yet still thwart you at every turn 
and that it hurts my head 
to keep banging it against a brick wall,

just so you know,

I had already learned those
in the first 30+ years I worked here.
Not to be ungrateful,
but
I'm still waiting for the magic key
that will get things turned around;

not just for me,
but for all our team
and the kids we serve
too.

If the main lesson to be learned now is
that I'm powerless, 
which makes me appreciate more fully
how all our kids in foster care feel -

you can cross that one off my list too!

Thursday, April 23, 2015

At war with myself ...

the very definition of an auto immune disease.

My body has identified something 'alien' within its own borders 
and is acting, 
or reacting, 
accordingly.

There's something poetically symbolic in it all
and disturbing 
and sad.

Rheumatoid arthritis,
not lupus,
and
low dose chemotherapy
in an attempt to bring on a remission.

Methotrexate may be my new best friend.

For the first time in 5 years,
I didn't wake up in the middle of the night 
from pain.

Learning to live better chemically -
which also seems to be a contradiction in terms.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Signs of new beginnings


were all around me this weekend ...

branches heavy laden with color

a feast for the eyes.

A wonderful reminder that there's a season for everything;

which made going to a funeral on Saturday afternoon a bit easier.

Not that it's ever easy;
especially not a death like this.

A 45 yr old woman,
the daughter of a parishioner;
a talented singer, musician, 
horticulturalist and humanitarian;

struck by lightening while sleeping in her own bed,
the strike setting the rest of the house on fire.

There's no making sense of that.


Enjoyment and laughter weren't completely absent,
simply muted;


and we all took time for rest
and being quiet
at home.

Sometimes weeks never unfold 
as we anticipate.