Saturday, August 31, 2013


After We Go to Guns

 

Merle Haggard

2004

 

The preacher said bow our heads and let us pray.
And, Lord bless this congregation here today.
And lord, give our leaders a much needed helping hand.
I ask it all in Christ the Son of Man.

Oh, after we go to guns it’ll be too late.
Isn’t there something else that we can advocate?
One more peaceful Sunday Lord
A few more days to wait.
‘Cause after we go to war it’ll be too late

There’s always another war we can go to.
Soldiers they’ll be there, tho they’ll be different ones.
Keep all minds open
Should the answer come

The talking’s done
After we go to guns

After we go to war it’ll be too late
Isn’t there something else that they can advocate.
Give us a few more peaceful Sundays Lord
A few more days to wait
After we go to war it’ll be too late
After we go to guns it’ll be too late
Isn’t there something else they can advocate.

Give us a few more peaceful Sundays Lord
A few more days to wait
After we go to war it’ll be too late.

Lord, after we go to war
it’ll
be
too
late

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The Story that did not Stink


Very many years ago,
When I was 24 or so,
 I was hiking in the woods
(We had no kids yet, so I could).
 I was walking at my leisure.
It was really quite a pleasure.
 Through the leaves, the sunlight cast
A dappled pattern where I passed.
 Yeah, I was “rolling in the clover”
When suddenly, it was all over!
 Strutted out before my eyes
A baby skunk-his tail held high.
 I stared at him. He stared at me.
“Oh,” I thought, “I’d better flee!”
 For, in the bushes I did hear
A rustling sound. THE MOM WAS NEAR!
 To take a pic, I did not stay.
I simply ran, and ran away.
 I must have run a half a mile,
Thinking with a little smile,
 “Tiny skunk so cute and free,
What a precious pet you’d be!”
 Many years have passed since then.
Many places I have been.
 Never once did I forget,
The skunk that could have been my pet.
 A photograph he could not give.
But, in my mind will always live
 A picture of him on that path.
And, mem-o-ries none other hath.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Sunny's Summer


A high school English teacher had her students make cold-weather-word-pictures after reading this from John Updike's "January"




"The days are short
The sun a spark
Hung thin between the dark and dark
The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees' black lace

Cute idea. Some of their responses were good enough to share. 
For Rondi Aastrup's students, is this assignment even fair?
Should I try it with Korean students next time they see me there? 

Meanwhile, here in August's desert heat,
To remember winter's quite a feat
The image of those words I'm heeding
(from a longer poem-much worth reading) 

Those good old frozen river walks
When from the bridge while dropping rocks,
We could not even break the ice!
And, tho this was not very nice,
We almost hit the river rat
..hoarding greens..Who gave him that??

That was months ago and more away.
So, for now, I'd have to say
Here's how it really was today

The days are long
The sun is bright
Severely hung
Throughout harsh light

The river is a splashing place
With beaver, fish, and baby duck
Perhaps away they want to  race
From fisherfolk (who have no luck)

Come on now all good facebookers-
You're as good as the tenth-graders!
These verses need a few more lines.
So, in the comments, try some rhymes.

Sunday, August 07, 2011

Our summer has been pretty tame so far..excluding 4th of July weekend...which found us doing a little river kayaking.

 Too late I remembered the warnings about staying out of the raging rivers this summer d/t the flood stage torrents. I remembered that approximately/ precisely when I tipped over while pushing away with the paddle from a jagged rock outcropping to prevent a head injury. This particular part of the river is called "the rapids" (ya think?). It passes by a bit of a bend, the outer curve of which is bounded by a few hundred feet of sheer rock cliff at least a hundred or so feet high. (It seemed that high to me!) There is no shore on that side, except for a little space where a crack in the cliff has made a crevice for rock and land slides. There are areas where the rocks have worn away and the current rushes underneath the rock face. I did NOT want to get swept "underneath" and managed to pull out on the land and rock slidden area. Boat and shoes were washed down stream. Interestingly, the boat eventually floated back to me. Waterlogged and submerged-too heavy for me to lift it out. Useless!


Mr. Sunny did not kayak this section with me. He does not like to get wet. He was to meet me downstream. But, I knew he'd come back looking for me. This I know from decades of experience with the man. Also, I have kayaked this section of the river before and he can't help himself from keeping an eye on my progress from the other side. So, I confidently settled on the landslide and waited for him. Shortly he appeared on the other side solemnly surveying the situation. Water was too loud to communicate any way much beyond hand signals. I pointed questioningly up the crevice. To my estimation it was the only way out excluding helicopter rescue. He shook his head and held up a finger for me to wait for him. As if I had a choice. Raging river in front of me and rock walls on either side. But, I nodded my agreement and hummed to pass the time. Snatches of a little song one of our Sunny boys likes to sing and play on the piano flitted through my mind. 
"Tra la la la. As if you had a choice". 


Iit was actually a bit ROMANTIC waiting for my hero to pull off the rescue. Sometimes when we are NOT together I'm feeling the love as if he is right by my side. ("Even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you dear".) I knew if he had a breath in his body he'd get me out of there. Of course, in case anything happened to HIM meantime, it was getting towards dusk and I was contemplating the possibility of a long cold night in my soaked clothes. I began debating the value of trying to dig a hole to burrow down in. I contemplated the possibility of death and knew that I had already experienced more blessedness in life than most.


Meanwhile, a lady fishing on the other side had noticed my plight and sent HER husband for help.  She was trying to holler encouragements across to me. I shouted back word by carefully enunciated word "If. I. die. Tell. my. husband...at. least. I. died. in. love." etc. I knew she couldn't really hear me but we were communicating anyway. She was gazing helplessly at me when she glanced up to the top of the cliffs with a smile of relief. I knew he was up there. Pretty soon some rocks slid down the crevice. I was hoping he wouldn't slide down next! Honestly I still was still humming and not a bit scared. ("I know we'll make it anywhere-Away from here"). 


To shorten the story, we didn't have any rope in the SUV, so, he shows up with a dog leash. He emptied the boat and tried to push it to the now-larger group of on-lookers on the other side, but it circled back under the cliffs. We hooked the dog leash on my life jacket so he could help me up the crevice in the cliffs. OK, we also have a history of me NOT being able to manage cliffs, heights, slippery steep areas...I am afraid of heights and he has had to haul my hiney over them many times. Well, it wasn't working for him to haul me up by the dog leash. I'm almost as heavy as him and I figured if I slipped it would pull him down too. So, he got behind me and let me tell you, With the exception of fainting in terror and knocking the husband behind me off the cliff, climbing up the canyon was the very last thing I wanted to do, but, there was really no choice. I wanted VERY much to "lose it". So, I had to hum and talk and sing to distract myself.
 ("I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say
Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid.."



We had one bad little moment where I grabbed a boulder and it broke loose. I was pushing the boulder so it wouldn't hit his head and he was pushing my butt until we got past and it crashed on down. Oh, it was high excitement for sure. He had strategically hooked another dog leash to an exposed root and that helped for pulling ourselves up. When we got to the top he snorted when I bragged "I wasn't a bit afraid. I knew you'd get me out of there." Now we had to hike down the mountain over sharp rocks and pine cones on my bare feet * to get down to the flat place where he had tied up the other boat and a raft. We paddled across, climbed up the embankment to the waiting car, and all the danger was over. We got our boat back too. While we were at the top of the cliff the folks on the other side shouted up that they had gotten it the next time it circled out in the current. I did not go with him back for it. As the adrenaline died down I began to realize that I had broken a toe sometime during the event, so, I sat in a kayak and waited -thankfully**


 (*About that painful hike down in bare feet: I dropped back and kept my whining low because I didn't want him to get any ideas about CARRYING me down. The last time he tried to carry me down a mountain was in jubilation right after I (finally) agreed to marry him and he tripped on a loose root and like to dropped me..well, I just didn't want to risk a broken neck on top of everything else.)


** we'll prob  never be anything less than thankful for the better-than-it-could-have-been outcome of this bonding-type experience.



Thursday, April 28, 2011

From FB days

It's true about a melody
Bringing back the memories
Sometimes even certain rhymes
Take us back in place and time.

Just a little (you know who)
Can make me feel all Close-To-You
Rememberin' how we'd dance and sing,
And, "How is every little thing?"

No, we can't be sixteen again.
But, when that "Song Remembered When".
YOU were the one I thought of then.
And, suddenly - SIXTEEN AGAIN!

Friday, March 18, 2011

Gratitude

The previous post was incorrectly billed as the very first post of this blog.
The actual "very first post" on this blog was lifted from
http://www.gratefulness.org/t/simple.htm

And, here it is again-gratefully

Gratefulness and simple living go hand in hand. When we are grateful, we appreciate life’s free gifts: friendship and solitude; movement and rest; Nature’s bounty and her spare winter introversion; our own alternating sonata movements of joy, sorrow, and joy’s resurgence. Through this appreciation, we find contentment.

This process is the polar opposite of needing more and more things. Our society lures us into escalating discontent. Before we even enter kindergarten, many of us soak up thousands of ads. These ads lead us to believe we’re insecure (so buy this insurance), lonely (how about this mouthwash?), and dissatisfied (but this BMW will make all the difference). We easily get sucked into a whirlwind of unfulfilled desire. Hoping it will pick us up and carry us to a place of no want, we instead find ourselves dizzied by its faster and faster spin. Our fear that we’re somehow incomplete just adds to the velocity.

Gratefulness calms this storm. It allows us to see that what we truly want is already right before our eyes. So many things we consider superfluous – music, the shade of a maple tree, a heartfelt hug – provide raw material for full enjoyment of life. After all, “superfluous” means an overflowing bounty.

When we give ourselves over to this bounty, we begin to simply live. We discover what’s “enough” in our life, which frees us to gratefully share life’s goodness with our sisters and brothers around the world. *
* something to think about with the current situation in Japan

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

This blog's very first post--again

Intoductory Essay: A web page about forgiveness


by Dennis Rivers

from the Journal of Cooperative Communication Skills

Issue Ten, Spring 2002



"World events don't wait until we are ready before presenting us with giant challenges. In my view, forgiveness, or the lack of it, has become one of the central crises and giant challenges of our time. Around the world, cultures in collision are locked into escalating spirals of injury and retaliation, armed with ever-more-lethal technology.



Can anything interrupt their (and our) headlong rush toward mutual destruction; can anything make a space for something new to happen? On a more personal level, many individuals who have been abused, either by their families or by the institutions that were supposed to protect them, struggle to free their lives from the burden of overwhelming resentment.



What hope is there for the healing of such lives? And even before September 11, it seems to me that America was heading into a forgiveness crisis. Two million people are incarcerated in the United States. And 1.2 million of them have not hurt anyone but themselves (through drug and alcohol abuse)! The Governor of Washington recently quipped that if incarcerations continue to increase at the current rate, by the year 2050 every person in the state of Washington will either be in prison or work for the prison system! And yet politicians around the country continue to promote their popularity by playing on the public's fear of criminals and passing laws that require even more punishment, no matter how many lives, families and school budgets are wrecked in the process.



It seems clear to me that our sense of justice needs several counterbalancing attitudes to keep from going seriously off the track.



One of them is forgiveness. These kinds of sorrows have sparked a recent worldwide movement toward forgiveness, bringing face to face the families of murder victims and those convicted of murder, torturer victims and those who have tortured, oppressed indigenous peoples and those who have oppressed them, all driven by a pain that justice promises to answer but does not.



And around the world there are small but significant experiments with restorative, rather than punitive, justice. These encounters and activities may be rare now, but they set precedents (and show human possibilities) that could change the world.



This movement toward forgiveness, a fragile development in the context of today's conflicts, needs everyone's help and participation if it is to grow and become a permanent part of life on planet Earth. This is a difficult moment for the forgiveness movement. People around the world are at this very moment being asked to support what could become a permanent state of global war, rooted in the need to punish evildoers. This is, to put it mildly, a serious predicament. One must both plead as a person and demand as a citizen, I believe, that everyone think harder about alternatives.



While I certainly agree that we must try to prevent and restrain people from committing acts of violence, I am wary of President Bush's new role as a theologian, pressing us to join a new campaign against evil around the world. Forgiveness is about starting over, not about getting even. Because the idea of getting even is one of humanity's most enduring illusions, leading, as it does, to an endless round of attack and counter-attack.



My first concern about the current campaign against evil is that ideas of the "evil other" can and do blind people to how they may have contributed to their own difficulties. In the current instance, Mr. Bush himself has already publicly acknowledged that American policy decisions played a central role in Afganistan's collapse into chaos and terrorism. Perspectives as varied as Buddhism, psychotherapy and biology would counsel us here that a large part of our survival power is the power to recognize our own mistakes, so that we can change our behavior and not repeat them. So the question today is not just one of better security at airports. The question is how did the United States' support of militant hate groups in Central Asia in the 1980s sow the seeds of the current tragedy. And where are we sowing similar seeds today.



My second concern about a campaign against evil is that if we imagine our power to be only the power to out-bomb the evil bombers, out-shoot the evil shooters, and out-kidnap the evil kidnappers, then we will condemn ourselves to a national life focused primarily on violence, and we will become more and more like the people we have labeled as evil. Jesus set the example of this when he asked God to forgive those who were killing him. The issue was not the executioner's worthiness of forgiveness. The issue, I believe, was that Jesus refused to join the haters in their hatred.

Thus, in reflecting on all of this, I can't believe that a "campaign against evil" is the best we can do, we humans. And, I understand how difficult it will be to do something really different. It looks to me as though we need some deep visions of new possibilities...

There are many institutions in the world that are promoting the practice of forgiveness, many wonderful books on the topic, and hundreds of essays and papers on the web about forgiveness. (All we need now is millions more people, living it more completely.)"



This cool comment in the footnotes of the Harper's Study Bible makes a nice postlude.

First it lists three New Testament references denoting "love as the governing principle of life".

Romans 13:9 "Love your neighbor as yourself".

Romans 13:10 "Love does no wrong to a neighbor".

And, the Golden Rule of Matthew 7:12 (to paraphrase) "Treat folks like you want to be treated."



Then it states, "The proper use of these principles in the relationships of men personally, nationally, and internationally would resolve most of our tensions and disputes".



Oh yeah, I think so!