May I let my voice be a clarion call. I will use these words for justice. I will use these words for truth. And humour.

Friday, February 25, 2011

 

our treatment of the poor continues to put the whip to christ's back

if our culture understood that when we leave the poor and unhoused on the griddle to fry a little bit longer, we're actually whipping christ like in that one mel gibson movie, we'd probably be a little bit more charitable on the collective and individual level.

now, in short, digestible sentences: people in america and around the world are left hungry and homeless.  they wear smelly socks and tattered rags for clothes (in 2010).  other people in our culture allow this to happen.   in the meantime, they protect and try to grow their own wealth.  they don't want this homelessness thing to happen to them. they have bureau dresser drawers exploding in abundance with socks.  they might have fifty or more shirts, and ten pairs of pants (all clean).  they have different shoes for different events and activities in their life.  they have more cars than this world can afford.  americans tend to mostly focus on our individual and familial selves first.  the boundaries of aiding, assisting, and supporting others ends before it means helping strangers.  people with their eyes open must surely notice the plight of the poor.  and they turn their heads with a sense of shame and disgust.  christ, meanwhile, looks on, and says, "please yo, we gotta help these people.  THESE are your neighbors."  when we don't help them, i can tell you one thing for sure.  the heart of christ feels the rip of the whip, gets to feeling raw, angry, and sad.


lyrics: inside the black hole is a fractal, inside the black hole is a fractal, inside that is another black hole.  and after that, nothing but light.
colors: marshmallow rainbow white 
mood: sigh. 
chant/prayer/mantra: om

pax hominibus, 
agape to all,
joel

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Saturday, February 19, 2011

 

Appreciative Inquiry Q's at Bay Area Discovery Museum

video

Friday, February 18, 2011

 

I Am Responsible For....

I am responsible for my actions, and my actions only.  When I began to realize how true that is midway through CPE, it was a great relief.  I'd been carrying a lot of anxiety and anger because I was feeling responsible for the whole world.  Far too enmeshed.

I am responsible for adding my energies to apply to the vectors which point toward the goals in which I would like to see the world to change.   

Simply put, personal, and close to home: For my (lack of) skills at organization, I am responsible.  There is nobody else to ultimately assign credit/blame for whether my physical environment and virtual environment are tidy and organized in such a way as to match and reflect my personality.  Likewise, for the true improvements/changes I'd like to see in the wider world, I am responsible for doing my part, and for knowing what that part is or can be.

I've decided I want to figure out how to change the munged autosig below into the old properly-formatted style.  IIRC, it was in an odd place.  I've gone searching for it for a few minutes, but to no avail thus far.

    
        lyrics:colors:mood:chant/prayer/mantra:pax hominibus,agape to all,joel




PS: This is the end of the old blog format, I'm going to be switching to something else over the next few months.  See the old header wording below, plus some midway editing of the new.





This place is a public journal of self-self discovery, on any level.

With hope and joy, this will to self-determine rises to the occasion, moving past any and all barriers and impediments.  This will uses any and all ethical means and tools worthy of applying to reason/emotion/mixed-complicated-relationships/gut-feeling known as humanity.








Also about a 70s PSA ad with a cartoon rocker dude making a sandwich called a Wagon Wheel out of two crackers & peanut butter. 
More info here.

This used to be a place for me to post thoughts for my friends back home and anyone anywhere else who cares to read what spills out of my scrambled eggs upstairs. :)

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