Category Archives: Get on your feet

Courage to walk unarmed

A Nation of Cowards

Jeffrey Snyder suggests that carrying a handgun is both a right and a duty of every law-abiding citizen.

This is hard for me to relate to; as, for all practical purposes, no such people exist in my world.

Gun lovers’ slogans include, “When guns are outlawed, only outlaws will have guns.” Forget laws; in my world, only outlaws have guns now.

I have no impulse to join them.
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Soliciting reviews and comments:
I’ve just now, just finished the second chapter of my book, and am seeking people’s insights as to whether it MAKES SENSE.
Obviously, welcoming comments.
One won’t understand the second chapter without first reading the first.
Link to first chapter: DONE – A better life
Link to second chapter: DRAFT – Two worlds, two ways of life

My cup runneth over

Friday, May 16, 2014. There were a number of events at McD this morning that normally would have distracted me, and did not.  This suggests that presence is becoming habitual — as is focus on my goals.  But there may be more involved.

Roy and Jimmy sat in a booth near me, and Roy was complaining that the clothes they give him at the clothes window at the shelter aren’t always the right size.  He also, to my amazement, complained about the food.  I answered him silently, “If you were focused on advancing your own situation, you wouldn’t be concerned about those things.”

In the past, it has been a powerful distraction to me (scandal, offense) that so many men around me have no interest in improving their lives.
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Freedom Writers

Several days ago, I watched substantial portions of this little-known movie on Bounce.  In fairness, I did not watch the whole, and background noise in the room drowned out much of the dialogue.

I was unable to suspend disbelief.

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“Francis” and the phonograph

Today is my youngest brother’s 65th birthday, and a good occasion for me to pay tribute to him as an inspiration and role model.

He’s six years my senior.  We have two other brothers, one 7½ and one 9 years my senior.

Let’s see if I can compose this before my Net access runs out for today, 45 minutes from now.

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Andy Kessler: Guilty as charged

I participate on a certain online discussion board. My premiere antagonist is a man who got trounced by a playground bully in fifth grade. He never fails to seek to re-enact that battle with me (or any of certain others), hoping for a different outcome this time. He casts his opponent by turns as the bully he wants to be or the chump he fears he was; and interacts with those projections. It has nothing to do with me. He might as well be playing with his G.I. Joe dolls.

Andy Kessler’s 07/08/13 Wall Street Journal op-ed, “Summer Jobs for the Guilty Generation,” is little different. In his quotations of others’ expressions, I hear compassion; he hears guilt. I hear gratitude; he hears guilt. I hear hope; he hears guilt. What’s up with this?

Kessler projects his own guilt feelings onto his son’s generation. That’s easier than owning them, but solves nothing.
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Contrary vibes

Sunday, May 26, I arrived at church after the sermon.  We had a guest preacher; she’s been here before, but I missed that sermon, too.  Her bio, printed in the bulletin, says, “Her work focuses on dismantling white supremacy.”  Those words trigger me.  But in fact I don’t know what they mean — TO HER.  I know what they mean to certain other people, but I don’t know what they mean TO HER.  I have never heard her speak on the subject.  I am in no position to judge — or prejudge.

Related:  Deal with exactly what the person says.
Related:  Don’t presume to be a mind reader.

What to do with my triggeredness?  At BK after church, I prayed for her health, happiness and prosperity; that she would succeed at every task to which she puts her hand.  I did not pray that she change her mind — about anything.  In my view, such prayers have no positive effect, and would only perpetuate the darkness I want to change to light.

Monday morning, May 27, I was in Starbucks.  The table where I sit faces the door.  In came a man pushing a woman in a wheelchair.  I know this man; he’s thoroughly demented, but you’d never know that without talking with him.  He makes money selling these toy balloons that he twists into animal shapes.  He’s really good at it.  As to the woman, I perceived that she strove diligently for many years to get into that wheelchair.  She’s dedicated her life to becoming helpless.

In seeking my own upward mobility, I am again at the stage where I’m tempted to look down on people whose lives are headed in the opposite direction.  It’s as if the vibes they emanate are dissonant to my own.  In the end, I need to accept them as they are; to live and let live.  I’m not at that point yet.

Related: Coming abstractions

I had to find some way to sublimate my anger.  At this writing, I don’t recall exactly what I did.  It may have been as simple as to visualize them surrounded by a brilliant cloud of light, feeding my energies into that cloud, loving them as they are.

Nemesis of the morning glories

The job search feels like an endless exercise in futility.

I recently launched a new hobby that may help me persevere.

It involves the unusual tactic of seeking emotional discomfort.
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Unlocking the vision

Proverbs 29:18:  “Where there is no vision, the people perish.”

I saw it any number of times while teaching:  give a child a musical instrument, or the discovery of any other talent, whether art, or sports, or some special interest; and it just transforms that life.  The vision of the excellence he or she can achieve, the beauty she or he can create, unlocks vast positive energies.  The mediocre-at-best student comes to excel in every subject.  The child who was awkward and socially withdrawn begins to shine.
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