Living Now

I’m sure it only annoys me when other people do this (not, for instance, when I do it!) but really what’s with whining about the weather? It is what it is. And it’s not as if most of us are one-season whiners. We whine when it’s cold, or it rains or it’s hot or it’s humid. It’s a cycle. Weather changes pretty much all the time, usually within a pattern. Now, with the global changes there are, perhaps, more fluctuations. It would be nice if our outrage about the weather moved us to outrage and changed behavior (or changed laws) about extreme-causing pollution, but mostly the weather leads to complaining, which leads to, well, nothing.

Right here and right now, life and the weather are what they are. Dress accordingly. Make plans to enjoy what the day brings us. For most, not all, of us first worlders, we can go in our houses and turn on the AC. Or we can go to the library or a mall, often in our air-conditioned cars.

It distracts us. It really is hard to focus on our dreams when we’re kvetching about the weather. I’m going to try and do better. However hot/sticky/overcast it is, I’m certainly enjoying the garden’s bounty (ok, my neighbor and my CSA’s bounty) and the fireflies. That’s should be enough to keep me working on my dreams!

 

Grace

I have all sorts of reasons about why I rarely take the time to be thankful for all the wonderful things in my life. I am. I do try and live my life aware of the wonder that’s all around us. I understand my life’s work to be working for a better world. (oh, so lofty!)

But that’s different than taking the time to just be, to notice and then to allow gratitude to come flooding in. Ever since hearing about it, I have loved the notion of the Jewish Daily Prayers of Thanksgiving, starting with I thank Thee for restoring my soul within me…

I believe that living reverently makes me more aware of the beauty and abundance of the world. Filled, I am kinder, more generous, more creativity. Would I do better if I started a daily prayer cycle? Is that what I spend next year writing? who knows!

What do you do about daily prayer and thanksgiving?

Dancing with Delight

The other evening Steve and I watched our grandson discover fireflies. He’d seen them for the first time in Steve’s garden the night before, but this evening as twilight broke we were out in the country. The lawn around the ice cream place was awash in fireflies. AJ could not believe the beauty.

And the beauty was astonishing.

But what was amazing was his unfettered delight. He was so excited, he literally ran in circles, unable to contain himself. No one could take their eyes off him. Often when a child does something cute, everyone watches and says… awwwwwww. But this wasn’t so much an awwwwwww moment as a moment that made us remember the joys of an unguarded reaction to an ecstatic experience.

Most of us would be hard pressed to dance to wonder’s rhythm. Most of watching a young boy that evening, were probably saddened by that realization. I hope some of us were also stirred open.

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You Say Vageena, I Say Vagina

Last week in Michigan, State Rep. Lisa Brown (D-West) was barred from speaking on the floor of the State House–until further notice–after she said the word “vagina”.  Vagina.  The house speaker who  banned her claimed she violated decorum by her choice of words.  One of the most immediate—and correct—criticisms of this event is by Representative Brown herself, who said, “If they’re going to legislate my anatomy, I see no reason why I cannot say it.”  But the issues that surround the ban for saying “vagina” are more complex than just whether or not the word can be spoken civilly and with tact.  That answer is simple: Of course it can.  It’s not a slang term, it’s not a pejorative.  It’s the legitimate clinical name for a part of the female reproductive system, and it’s had to endure a lot lately.

Instinctively we recognize that we are all greater than the sum of our parts.  We know that there is more to being a man than having a penis, and that the vagina does not make the woman.  But the biological demarcation of gender is one of the primary ways in which we identify ourselves and each other in our society.  One of the first questions asked on forms we fill out is whether we are male or female.  One of the first ways we get divided in school is by gender.  Even our infant toys and clothes are gender-specific and highlight what we see as “normal” outward manifestations of our biological sex characteristics.  We may not think the actual phrase, “Oh, she’s a woman and therefore, she has a vagina,” but we know it, we understand it, and we base many of our interactions on our assumptions of gender identity.

And identity matters.

While Majority Floor leader Jim Stamas (R-Midland) said Brown violated “decorum” but has declined to elaborate further, Representative Mike Calton, another member of the House, said, “What she said was offensive,” and that “It was so offensive, I don’t even want to say it in front of women. I would not say that in mixed company.”

*sigh*  Really?  Can someone please install a fainting couch in the Michigan State House?  Because it looks like the menfolk are fixin’ to have a swoon.

Here’s the problem: vaginas and their use (or misuse, as some may see it) are being legislated about all the time.  Abortion, premarital sex, the “age of consent”, access to birth control, condoms in the school, rape legislation, these all center around what goes on inside a vagina.  Representative Brown said “vagina” during a debate about abortion which, like it or not, inherently involves vaginas.  And no matter how you feel about abortion, you have to understand that it’s going to primarily affect women, and women are classified as women (legally, in a hospital, at birth, unless they’ve had gender reassignment surgery—which leads to a whole other host of legal concerns) because they have vaginas.  Saying the word isn’t going to hurt anyone.  It’s not like yelling “Vagina!” in a crowded movie theater will cause mass panic, possible property damage, or death, though it may cause some confusion.  And to think that you can’t say the word “vagina” in front of women is infantilizing for everyone involved.  What are these guys, eight years old?  Are ladies going to giggle and hide because you’re publicly talking about their ladyzones?  This is how you act on a playground, not in a legislative arena.

It’s this playground mentality that delegitimizes any poorly-balanced leg the anti-vagina contingent thinks they can stand on.  First and foremost, sticking your fingers in your ears and humming loudly does not dismiss the existence of vaginas or the very real needs of the people who have them, no matter how much you might hope otherwise.  Neither does bullying your adversary into silence.  And clutching your pearls and swooning because you’re incapable of saying the word “vagina” doesn’t change the social reality that this is a part of womanhood.  Ladies aren’t comprised of lacy collars and high heels and floral scented body lotion and an anatomically smooth and undefined nether region.  Remember, with their pants off, Barbie and Ken are practically identical.  But men and women?  We are not the same.  When you are sworn into office as a representative, you swear to represent the entirety of your constituency and unless you’re the representative from Barbie-and-Kenville, part of that constituency will involve vaginas and the people who sport them.

Consider the other ways we socially identify—consider race, for example, since that’s another cultural marker that’s present at birth.  If members of the Michigan State Legislature were to faint away should another member said, during a debate, “Look, my skin is black, and this thing we’re debating about profoundly effects me, and not in an abstract way,” we wouldn’t expect that member of the legislature to get banned.  We wouldn’t expect the Speaker to get all “I’m not hearing you!  Lalalalala!” by pointing out that there may be different perspectives held by people with other cultural backgrounds, which should be taken into consideration by the officials elected to represent said diverse members of the constituency.  And if he or she did, we would (rightly) expect the ground to open up and swallow the Speaker for his or her reprehensible behavior.  Yet the vagina warrants a muzzle on the basis of decorum.  Indeed.

What it boils down to is this: he didn’t like her argument, it made him uncomfortable.  Because she’s vagina-bearing and identified by said vagina, and the word is indecorous and therefore dismissable, she became dismissable.  This?  Is not acceptable.  Not for adults, not for debates, and certainly not for legislators who orchestrate bills that can effect…oh…the entire population of the state of Michigan which, according to census information, is somewhere around 9,876,187.  Roughly half of all Michiganders have vaginas.  Ladies, don’t let yourselves get overlooked.

Remember, this ultimately isn’t a debate about abortion, even though that’s what brought about the vagina talk in the first place.  This is a public statement on the nature of debate and the creation of policy.  If you’re OK with legislators being shut down because they try to have a dialogue that represents the reality of women’s issues, if you’re OK with being dismissed because you have a body part that is viewed as a shameful thing that can’t be discussed in mixed company, then please, stay seated and continue to do nothing.  But if you’re tired of having to apologize for your vagina and want it to be recognized as a legitimate and healthy thing that does not brook dismissal, then take action.  Support Representative Brown.  Find like-minded people and support them.  And never, ever, ever allow the bully in the room to shut down a conversation because it makes them uncomfortable.  When we step outside our comfort zones, growth happens.  So get comfortable with the idea of being uncomfortable, and repeat after me:

Vagina, vagina, vagina!

The Swing

I’m going to have to think a bit more about the whole Swinging for Peace. In the meantime here’s Stevenson’s sweet old poem. As true now as in 1913.

The Swing

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside–

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown–
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!

Robert Louis Stevenson

Summer Solstice

The sun pauses for just a moment, too lazy to move. Don’t you just know the feeling? Summer is such an odd season. It’s built for lolling about and yet it is time for hard work as well. Gotta get the fruits and vegetables in, gotta realize those dreams.

But this isn’t the season of balance. This is the work hard, play hard season. Up early to get the work done before the earth heats up. Making plans for picnics and swims once it gets too hot to think.

But both the food and the dreams need weeding and encouragement if they are to feed us for the rest of the year. Better bustle off before the bustle slows to a saunter!

It is a wonderful day, isn’t it? Make something grand of it.

Summer Vacation Guests

Part of summer’s magic is the folk who wander through your life. Maybe you’re the planned destination. Maybe you’re just on the road to somewhere else. But however it happens, there you are with beloved friends at your table, on your back patio or at a favorite nearby restaurant.

Or maybe you’re the traveler.

But the result is the same. Hearts filled with the blessings of loving relationship accompanied by great summer foods. This is the pause that refreshes!

Sweet Joy in the Summer!

Bitter Greens

Is it odd that bitter greens are packed with nutrition. So many will tell you, nah, too bitter for me… and yet they’re what do a body good.

I’m thinking there’s something to this. and you know, once you really start to eat those greens you crave the rush of green energy they deliver.

What else does that for us? What feeds our souls in the same way that greens feed our body? What gives us that jumpstart? Hmmmm…

Gonna have to think about that!

Unexpected Gifts

I married in my mid-fifties. This was really a case of the stars’ being aligned, I have to say that I’d never deeply considered marriage before. But there we were, my beloved and I, at a place where we each made sense (and magic) in one another’s lives.

Marriage is, as many of you know, an interesting journey. It’s perhaps a bit more fraught when you’re both, ahem, advancing in years and stubborn, set-in-our-way folks.

But I had decided early not to have children (I was always pretty clear about it, aside from that panicked moment about 40). Interestingly, I never dated men with children. But Steve brought to our marriage two wonderful daughters. They are both fabulous and interesting women — well, what would you expect? They have interesting partners and oh-my-goodness, children.

So, me voila, a grandmother. And all my “Grannianni doesn’t do that” protestations are met with eyerolls and “here do this”es. And so, I find myself being a boat dock in a swimming pool and playing paperdolls and reveling in the crush of young bodies being cast into my arms to slump in joy or exhaustion against me.  It’s pretty grand.

It’s perhaps made it easier for me to “pick up” a few fabulous other “kids” along the way.

Stay present! You just never know where life is going. When life offers the cup, you might as well drink deep and enjoy the gift.

Holy Relaxation!

For some of us… and I’m often in this crowd… it is nearly impossible to give ourselves a quiet moment, hour, day.

And yet our souls flourish in that quiet. We’d never think of denying ourselves food or water, but quiet… that seems out of reach in today’s busy world.

Relaxation is different than procrastination. It’s different than indulging our (oh, so embarrassing) technological addictions. It doesn’t distract us. It fills us up.

Quiet, simple enjoyment — it’s good for what ails you… and what doesn’t!

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