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Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The Universe is Screaming at Me

. . . or, at the very least, it's nudging me very, very hard.

Note:  I started this post days ago, and have written it in chunks.  It may not be cohesive, but I want to get it published because I have follow-up posts I need to write!

      All Fall, I found myself in a cleansing phase, both literally and spiritually.  I went on a cleaning and organizing bender all over the house (which the holidays have since completely undone, sigh).  At work, I pushed through huge numbers of cases, tying up loose ends that had been plaguing me for months and smoothly transitioned into my new position.  Socially, I vowed to stop wasting my attention on negative and dramatic people in my life.  I even started cleaning out my social networking lists (though sadly I still haven't finished that particular project).  Internally, I tried to reflect these same changes with a promise to myself that I would not allow my thoughts to be turned to negative, judgemental ponderings.  If negative thoughts about a person entered my thoughts, I would push those away and devote my energy to gratitude or growth.

      Sometimes, it was easy.  I am, by nature, a pretty positive person.  Sure, I'm flippant, wry, and even sarcastic at times, but it is all with an air of relative optimism.  Other times, it was more challenging.  Sometimes the emotions would come up and catch me before my thoughts could temper me.  So I still did have negative thoughts.  I still did say hurtful things from time to time.  I still gave in and let the negative people in our lives distract me. 

      MacGvyer and I have a disproportionate number of people from our pasts who are overly interested in us.  I won't go into details, but trust me, it is a very unusually high number of people who show very unusual amounts of interest and interference in our lives.  For my part, I'm sure it has to do with the fact that I was a rather strange combination of heartless and optimistic when I was younger.  For MacGvyer's part I can only guess it has to do with his strangely magnetic and encompassing personality combined with his impressive powers to shoot right to the heart of people's thoughts and motivations.  And his hotness.  Of course.

      Either way, with the advent of the internet, a lot of people who would not normally have access to our lives have.  And I have always sort of neutrally welcomed it.  I don't seek people out.  I am not the kind to look up those from the past.  And frankly, even if I were, it's not necessary.  They've all found me.  And I just sort of went with it.  Call it curiosity.  MacGyver has not welcomed it.  He is the kind to completely cut ties to his past.  Once he is done with something, it's gone to  him.  Poof.  Like it never happened. 

      I'm actually rather impressed with this ability of his.  Maybe even jealous to a tiny degree.  I still remember tons of strange and unusual details about former friends, enemies, lovers, and acquiantances.  While I have almost no emotion tied to those facts, the memories remain, peices of information within my brain, building my life. 

      For as long as I have known MacGvyer, I have been shocked by how little he remembers or cares about his past.  Even though he has had more serious relationships than I have, he has far fewer memories.  I still remember most of my exes' and old friends' birthdays.  He remembers only one, and that is soley because she was born on Hitler's birthday (not surprisingly, ahem).  He lives in the moment to a degree few people acheive.  I once stumbled across some pictures from his past buried deep in the bottom of a long forgotten box of trinkets, and when I showed them to him, he was visibly disgusted.  He immediately wanted to burn most of the pictures.

      It's a healthy catharsis.  Letting go of the past.  Never thinking about it.  "Ignore"ing friend requests and casting off old relics.  I am the opposite.  I am a nostalgia addict.  I keep all my pictures from the past (even the ones where I look aweful or those is-that-a-finger-or-the-edge-of-a-table? pics), all my diaries, even old blogs lurking hidden on the internet under old aliases.  Typically, I only ever look at these things when we're moving, otherwise they sit in a box in the back of the closet, undisturbed.  I have no real feeling about them anymore, but I value the memories.  I can't imagine burning them.

       As with so many things, MacGvyer and I are on opposite ends of the spectrum.  Just last night, he was talking about how we are the perfect Yin and Yang ("With the little dots, too!" he exclaimed, laughing).  We pull each other in opposite directions, and so are each drawn to a more balanced center.

      And going into my Fall cleansing stage, I thought perhaps I should take a cue from MacGvyer and cut loose many things and people from the past.  After all, more often then not, people from the past only bring drama - annoyance, at best.  (Remember this?  And this?)  Sure, some people from the past have popped back up and subsequently become good friends.  They are the exception rather than the rule.  Mostly, they become random, unnoticed items in my Facebook feed until one day I get some sort of deranged - probably drunken - instant message poking at long healed (on my end) wounds or looking for attention.

       And while I had always entertained these instances with a sort of detached amusement - even a touch of flattery, they nevertheless constituted a source of distraction, and occasionally stress, that had absolutely no significance in my real life.  So I decided to be done with it all, once and for all.  To follow MacGvyer's example and ignore these pleas for attention, living utterly and entirely in the moment.

       I got sucked in once or twice, but for the most part I carried forward with my plan, and am still carrying forward with it.  But today, recently, I'm rethinking it - to a degree.

      The Universe, it seems, wants me to refine my plans a little.  Perhaps I misinterpreted earlier messages, because the messages I'm getting now are quite a bit clearer.  The messages are coming in words.  Three particular books, to be more precise.

       In the Pagan Calendar, the Wheel of the Year as I observe it, the Fall is a time for clearing out, wipping away, cleansing.  The Winter is for ruminating.  Thinking, planning, looking ahead.  It is about growth, development, newness - but not in the active way that Spring is about growth.  Where as Spring is about shoots, blooms, and birth, Winter is more like pregnancy.  It is where the stirrings of new potential start, slowly, thoughtfully, to take shape before bursting forth in Spring.

      I did not directly choose any of the three books I am reading now.  (I'm technically reading four books now, but I'm only a few pages into one of them).  The Universe, fate, forces of circumstance, brought them into my life.

      One was given to me by a friend.  She suggests books to me all the time.  I rarely read them.  She is a psychologist and very into "personal transformation" books.  I find them too contrived and "touchy-feely" most of the time.  This one, she insisted, was perfect for my hyper-rational nature.  While it talked about personal transformation, it did so from a very rational, scientific standpoint.  "And," she pointed out, "most other people don't like the book because they find it too technical - too much brain and not enough emotion."  Well, that does sound right up my alley.

      The second book, Pride and Prejudice, came already programmed into my Nook.  I figured maybe I'd read it one day, but it was so far down at the bottom of my list that I might never get to it.  And really, that didn't bother me at all because it really didn't sound like my kind of book.  I have all the romance I need in my day to day life.  I don't fancy reading about it.  Then, through the most random string of events, I one day found myself with time to read - which never happens - but no books!  Which also never happens!  All I had was my Nook, but I had already read all the books I had loaded into it.  So, perhaps a tad reluctantly, I set to reading P&P.  At the very least, I thought, I do enjoy the insight "classic" novels provide.  Now, I'm totally hooked on this book. (Update: Have finished it, and absolutely loved it).

      The third book, Twelve Steps to a Compassionate Life, has already had a great impact on my life.  A little more than half way through it*, I already know I will be rereading this book many times.  It speaks to me in a powerful and direct way that I haven't felt in a very long time.  With Ethical Eating, with my UU Pagan spiritual journey, with my desire to truely make a difference in people's lives through my legal practice, with motherhood, and charity, and a focus on gratitude, I have been for some years now forging a path.  I don't know where it will lead.  Indeed, I try very little to look ahead on the path as each new step is so potent and full in and of itself.  I don't need to know where the path is going, factually.  Because I have utter faith that it is leading me to a place of helping, of healing, and of - dare I say it? - Personal transformation.  Actually, the entire path is transformative.  And at the end of it, I will truly make a difference in the world.  Perhaps through the path itself.
* Also finished this one since I started this post.

      Ok, so that's getting rather deep and maybe a little self-righteous sounding.  At the very least overly-heavy.  But it is my dream, and it is where I feel faith at this point.

       So back to the books:  I have been on this path for some time - a few years at least.  Just sort of feeling it out as I go, trying to be a better person every day, to be empathetic to all creatures, to be a source of information for change, and to refrain from judgement.  So far, I fail in all those things on a daily basis.  But I am getting better.

      The first book, Mindsight is like a tool.  It attempts to teach a deeper understanding and control of one's emotions through a deeper understanding of the workings of the brain.  I am still not all that far into this book because the others have been taking up more of my time, but I love the concept of this book because it is already something I have done for most of my life.  As a "hyper-rational" person, since childhood I've always been able to separate myself from my emotions - to step outside my emotions and interpret them rationally.  This is a defining characteristic of my personality and contributes largely to my ability to remain calm and collected amidst chaos as well as to my wry sense of humor.  This ability, however, tends to glitch in the face of overwhelming emotion.  Early on in our relationship, I hadn't the slightest idea how to conduct myself around MacGyver because the strength of my emotion was in conflict with my rationality.  I'm sure this has also contributed to my obsessive worry issues when it comes to my kids.

      So for a couple years I've been trying to reconcile stronger emotions with my hyper-rational nature, but with only limited success.  The two things just don't seem to mesh.  This book, it seems, may answer that issue.  And it's looking like it will be a big bridge for putting into practice deeper discoveries and revolations from other areas of my life and from the other two books.  Because anger and annoyance are also emotions, and lately, being more in touch with my emotions, I've been more prone to harbor anger toward people.  Not anger that causes me to really act, other than possibly shoot my mouth off here and there, but anger that simmers in me when other people do or say stupid freaking things (not good when you're a lawyer!).  And I don't like that anger being there.

      So Mindsight is a tool to put the new themes I'm seeing emerging in my life into practice and an effective manner.

      Compassionate Life will be getting it's own post.  Hell, it will probably (ideally) be getting a lot of them.  Even though the title did NOT make me want to read the book at all, the fact that it won the 2008 TED "Ideas Worth Spreading" prize, AND the fact that the author, Karen Armstrong, was a speaker at General Assmbley this year got me interested.  Then the opportunity for MacGvyer and I to read it together as part of a discussion group at church finally goaded me to actually get the book.  And I could not be more grateful that I did.

      There are too many concepts in this book to boil down to just a paragraph or two, but I will say that much of what it talks about is similar to Mindsight, but on a much deeper, more spiritual level.  The purpose of the book is to move people - all people - to live lives of empathy and compassion, to ease anger, fighting, war, and all the harms to humanity that spring from those things.  Lofty, lofty goals, but they are put forth in individual step that can be worked inside any human being.  Moving doesn't even begin to describe this book.  Written from a religious and and ecumenical stance, it discusses points from many major religions (Christianity, Buddhism, Confusionism, Judiaism, Islam - and those are just off the top of my head).

      It is exactly what I've been trying to get to in my life, but expressed with so much more clarity and direction than I think I could have ever come to on my own.  It's like the Universe looked at me and said, "Oh, that's what you're trying to do?  Here, there's an app for that a book for that."  (In my world, the Universe has quite a sense of humor).  In the future, I will write more detailed posts about this book, but for now I will simply say that this is what I've been looking for.  It contains the keys to being the person I want to be, to truly following the "golden rule," letting go of judgement and the pointless anger and annoyance it breeds, and to reaching higher goals than I had previously considered spiritually, emotionally, and practically.

      Compassionate Life is the center point of these three books that have communicated so powerfully with me lately.  It is the crux.  And it may well become something of a Bible to me for some time to come.  Seriously, go get this book.  You will not regret it - no matter what religion you are.

      With the lofty notions and goals of the first two books, how does Pride and Prejudice fit in?  It is, after all, a romance and a work of fiction.  How does it tie in to the two books that are molding and transforming my thoughts right now?  Perfectly.  It ties in perfectly.  A strong, intelligent lead character who believes herself quite adept at rationally controlling her emotions becomes blinded by her own perceptions and unwittingly stands in the way of her own happiness.  It was during my reading of P&P that I had the "Aha" moment of the Universe smacking me upside the head.  While Compassionate Life was deeply moving and transformative, it was the degree to which Pride and Prejudice tied in to everything else that made me stop and take notice of all the signs falling into place.

       It was as if the Universe were saying, "You've cut away all the negative, now is the time to outgrow it."  Now is the time to let go of annoyance and judgement and accept people for who they are.  Even the flawed ones who inject stress into my life.

      Because as I grow in my ability to compassionately evaluate my own reactions to people and actions in the world, slowly I will outgrow feelings of anger and resentment, even when people take pointless swipes at me and those I love.

      So, while I am not quite ready to go back and strike up discourse with all the people and things I decided to cleanse from my life in the Fall, I will harbour no more resentful feelings toward them, either.  I will be a friend (though not necessarily a Facebook friend, mind you - for privacy reasons) to anyone who seeks me out for friendship or advice.  And I will grow. 

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Schooling Myself: Political

      I've mentioned before that I don't often comment on politics in general because I feel the topics are more complicated than most people give them credit for and I don't have the time or the energy to collect enough information to feel completely confident in my opinion.  And I think people who buy into the over-hyped spinmiesters are complete tools.

      This morning, I was listening to discussions on the radio of President Obama's Jobs Bill as well as some of the Republican proposals.  My thinking (based solely off what President Obama and the Republican Candidates said about their own proposals)?  I think it makes a hell of a lot more sense to put money into building schools and roads - putting teachers and construction workers back to work - than it does to tear apart our environment and sink the nation deeper into the oil pit.  That said, I'm sure there is a heck of a lot more to each plan, but I do know enough to say that I instantly bulk at the idea of using environmental destruction as a tool for economic advancement.

      But, really, that's about as far as my knowledge goes.  So I started thinking that maybe, just maybe, I should add a book to my reading list that will educate me a little about economics and politics.  Something a little less pop-culture than Freakonomics - not that I'm knocking it.

      So I've added a new book to my list: 
      The Price of Civilization by economist Jefferey D. Sachs examines the widening income gap between the rich and the middle class and looks at the reasons why middle class growth has basically died in the last couple decades.  If you click on the image of the book above, you can read an exerpt.

      Even though it intimidates me a little, I find economics facinating and am looking forward to digging into this book as soon as I finish up one of the other 3 I'm reading right now.  Anyone care to join me?  I would love to start a little mini book club (as in this one book and stop - I like my book club committments limited to one book at a time).

      Heaven knows I found the information about farm subsidies in Menu For The Future extremely enlightening.

      If you're on the fence about whether or not to join me in reading Price of Civilization, you can check out an interview the author gave on NPR here.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Sex Ed: It's So Amazing!

      When I was pregnant, Punky started asking questions.  Nothing too risqué, nothing particularly specific, but it was clear that she was curious.

      The first time she asked, I was completely unprepared a little surprised.  I pulled up some handy internet images of the good old female reproductive system (internal) and promptly bored the curiosity right out of her with talk of cells and tubes and gestation.  I also answered her question of just how the baby would get out of my stomach.  That pretty much quelled the curiosity at that point.  An important note on this was that she asked about the pregnancy.  She did not, at that point, ask about sex.

     But I knew the questions were just around the corner, and I needed to get my act together.  I have been a HUGE proponent of fully comprehensive, age appropriate sex education since college.  Accurate, comprehensive Sexuality Education is THE MOST effective method, bar none, to protect our youth - not only from teen parenthood and STIs, but also self esteem and relationship issues, prejudice, involvement in risky situations - a whole gambit of things related to sexuality throughout life.

     I will TRY to refrain from turning this into a rant about how unbelievably vital good Sex Education is for our youth (EVEN THOUGH IT SO TOTALLY IS) and how completely ineffective and DANGEROUS abstinence-only Sex "ed" is.  Just take my word for it.  I researched the heck out of this topic in college - hours and hours of pouring over various studies, statistics, and evaluations of programs.  The facts are absolutely clear: Comprehensive Sex Ed is the answer. 

     So I knew I had to get on top of things for the next round of questions from Punky.  And I knew the questions were imminent.  It was clear she was hitting an age full of curiosity about boys, relationships, and S-E-X.

     I’ve been a UU for a long time, and one of my very FAVORITE things about the UU church is that it has its very own whole life, comprehensive Sexuality Education program, OWL (Our Whole Lives).  The program has been highly praised by many organizations not at all affiliated with Unitarian Universalism.  Many people bring their kids JUST FOR this program.  OWL is awesome.  Punky was in OWL for a short period of time in Brooklyn, but she was much younger then. 

      Sadly, our current UU church is too small to support an OWL program, so I was on my own.  There are a lot of brilliant resources available online for parents to create their own Sexuality Education programs.  But, to be quite honest, as a pregnant full time working mom, I was looking for a little faster fix.  And I am IN LOVE with what I found:

     After a whole lot of research, I ordered Punky this book:


      It’s So Amazing is the second in a trilogy of wonderful Sexuality Education books for kids.  I just wish I had found out about them sooner so I could have started her with the first one!  This book is what’s amazing.  The entire book is colorfully illustrated and every single page is engaging.  The text is simple and straightforward – it doesn’t condescend, confuse, or titillate.  And it has every detail I could ever imagine Punky wanting at this age – to include information on different kinds of families (step, adoptive, homosexual, etc.), promoting love and tolerance for all, and information on good and bad touching and AIDs.  It is COMPLETE.

     And, yes, it talks about intercourse.  I was extremely impressed by how this was handled.  Two sentences, factual and matter-of-fact.  They provide all the information while leaving you without making a huge fuss out of it.  Out of this whole huge beautiful book, only two sentences go to “the act,” and that’s all that are needed.  But every word of the book is worth reading.

 

      

      The book couldn’t have arrived at a better time.  Punky was starting to hint around that she wanted to know how the baby actually went IN, and she obviously knew it was something salacious.  She was super excited when I gave her the book, and she loves it.  We read the first couple chapters together, then I cut her loose to fill her curiosity on her own, but she knows she can come to me with any questions.  The funny thing is, I’m not sure she’ll have any.  The book is just that good.

      I can’t recommend this book enough, and I’m already looking forward to getting the next book, It’s Perfectly Normal for her in a year or two (not to mention the first book, It’s Not the Stork for when Flinstone gets a little bigger). 

      Now it’s time to open the discussion.  How did/will you teach your kids about sex?  What sort of sex ed did you get from your parents and/or school?

For more information about Sexuality Education, please check out:
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Friday, September 30, 2011

What We're Reading Now

      When you walk through the front door to our house, directly in front of you on the left is a long, old table.  Under the table is the cave where shoes and reusable grocery bags live.  On top of it, you'll find a random assortment of objects waiting to be returned to their proper homes or things on their way into or out of our house.  It is where keys live, it is where my cover for work sits when I'm home, it's where library books await return, and where bills and junk mail go to die.

      This table also features The Stack (also refered to as "The Pile").  It is a tall, teetering tower of reading material that was either started and abandoned or is waiting it's turn.  The Stack is my version of a To-Read list.  It's not all inclusive, but I don't think I could ever come up with an all inclusive list in any format.  Right now, The Stack includes a couple issues each of Urban Farm magazine, Working Mother magazine, Natural Living magazine, Parents magazine, The New York State Bar Association Journal, The American Bar Association Journal, The Animal Advocate, UU World, and probably a couple other random magazines I've picked up here and there.  And there are books.  A bunch of them.  A couple of them are MacGyver's, but most of them are mine, and honestly, I can't even remember what they all are right now.  I know there are a couple Janet Evonovich novels for when I need something light.  I know there are a couple of Ecologically minded books I've recently acquired in there.  I'm pretty sure there is also a smattering of other novels that looked good and made it onto the pile. 

     But I've barely touched it the last couple weeks.  The Stack has grown and grown, and it had begun to taunt me.  To tease me and torture me with good things waiting to be discovered.  "Touch, explore, READ ME," it beckoned every time I walked by.

     But we were SO busy, and there just. wasn't. time.

     Isn't that always the case?  I mean, when IS there ever time for reading for pleasure in the life of a working mom?  On the commute?  Nope, I don't live where there are trains anymore, and sadly, I can't read and drive.  In the tub?  HA!  I can't even remember the last time I had time for a relaxing bath (meaning one where no one - Flinstone or MacGvyer - ended up in the tub with me).  Before bed?  To be quite frank, I usually do other things for pleasure at that time - or a pass the frig out as soon as I come within 2 feet of the bed.

      Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not in some sort of black whole of reading.  I actually read a TON.  I read for work all day long.  Of course, given the choice the stuff I read for work wouldn't be at the top of the list - or even on it.  I catch random articles here and there through news feeds.  I read blogs when I've decided I've earned a break during work.  It's just the books and magazines in The Stack (and on my Nook, and scattered randomly throughout every. room. of. the. house.) that were getting to me.  I mean, even just a few weeks ago I was reading more.  I read Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe (which was AWESOME, by the way, highly recommend).  I used to make it through at least one magazine a week, dragging them along in the diaper bag or keeping them tucked underneath my placemat at the dinner table (not that I would ever read during dinner - that would be a big no-no, but in the morning while I drink my tea, etc).

     But the last couple weeks I've just been go-go-going every moment before work, at work, and the second I walk through the door.  It's probably Fall.  I've been super motivated to get things done lately and have about 600 projects in mind, but just keeping up on the housework is enough to keep me from ever picking up a book.

     Actually, lately, I've been the only one in our family not reading.  I mean, we are all readers, but usually I'm way out front reading 2 books and 3 magazines at once, leaving a trail of devoured items in my wake.  But right now MacGvyer is reading Ender's Game in addition to his usual diet of Popular Science, Urban Farm, Popular Mechanics, and Handyman.  We're reading Punky Wellspring of Magic at bedtime, and she has to read 20 minutes every evening for school PLUS 5 books/chapters of books for every half hour she wants of mindless screen time (TV or computer/DS games).  Even Flintstone can often be seen toting one of a dozen Dr. Seuss board books around the house at any given moment, though his idea of devouring a book is a little more literal at this point.  He's finally liking to actually sit and have [short] stories read to him, and we read him Time to Sleep, my Love at bedtime.

      EVEN BOO - who reads approximately one book every 2 or 3 years - read about 5 books while he was here.

     So I really need to step up my game.  I started Pride and Prejudice on my Nook a while back; I'm going to work on finishing that off.  I've finally broken into The Stack again and pulled out an issue of Working Mother and an issue of Urban Farm.  I'm taking back my morning tea time - it's only 10 minutes, usually, but it is 10 minutes of complete quiet when I can just sit and drink tea and read.

      That is, unless Flintstone continues on with his new plan to get up when I get up every morning . . .  ;-)

     What are YOU reading right now? 
      When do you find time to read?
      What are you reading as a family?
      What are your kids reading?

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Thoughts on Buddhism

Originally posted:
Jun 7, 2011 4:14 PM

The long title of this post is Thoughts on Buddhism from an unqualified Unitarian Universalist Pagan.

MacGyver has been contemplating changing religions. He has a sort of love-hate relationship with Unitarian Universalism.  He loves the searching, exploring, accepting aspects of it, but he also has a craving for a "deeper" spirituality, if you will.  He believes in the
7 Principles, but he desires something more.  In truth, Unitarian Universalism can sometimes become a little lacking on the spiritual side.  It very much depends on the congregation, and the one we belong to now leans heavily to the Humanist.

Many UUs "supplement" their UU faith with other faiths they are believers of.  I am a UU Pagan.  MacGyver has been exploring a similar path.

He decided to explore other religions to see what spoke to him, starting with Hindu and Buddhism.  We were unable to find any books on Hindu here (annoying), so he started with Buddhism.  He bought two books.  Then he promptly got busy with school, work, PTO, soccer,
the repairs to the house/fighting with the insurance company, and the mountain of other things he tackles on a day to day basis, and the books have only been sporadically touched.

By MacGyver, at least.  I can't keep my hands off of books - even when I don't "technically" have time to read them.  So I've been reading a page or two a day of
Buddhism: A Breif Insight

At first, I was totally on board.  I thought, "Man, this book is converting me.  I'm going to have to become a UU Pagan Buddhist."  I believe in reincarnation; I have for years.  The idea of Kharma really speaks to me.  I am moved by any religion that focuses on doing right by the world as a means to improve one's self and the world at the same time.  Obviously, the focus on refraining from cruelty is one I can really, really get behind (many, many Buddhists are vegetarians).

I also loved that (according to this book), Buddism does not hold that this is the only civiliazation and the only time.  Buddhism posits - much like physics and astronomy might posit - that worlds rise and fall, all over space, time, and dimensions - if you will.  I love this great step outside the rigid bounds of "God made this, and this is it."  (please don't anyone get offended by that simplization, it was only meant to be demonstrative of the preceding point not judgemental of any religion).  I love that view.

The first of the "
Four Noble Truths" of Buddhism is the truth of suffering.  That life, by it's very nature, is suffering.  Life on Earth cannot exist with out it.  This is true.  I believe this.

But as I delved further into the Noble Truths, it started to lose me.  Not intellectually.  I still understand what it's saying, but it certainly doesn't speak to me.

At this point in the book (and I'm not through with it, so in a week I may have to post a retraction ;-)), the discussion turns to freeing oneself from the cycle of rebirth by freeing giving up desire.  That I can buy into, a life of minimal desire is usually good for the soul and for those around you.  By giving up desire, one is able to free themself from the cycle of rebirth, to free themself from suffering.  And that is where the wheels start to fall off for me. 

I realize that I don't want to be freed from suffering.  It is for all my suffering that I can appreciate all the wonderful things in my life.  For every ounce of pain and unhappiness I have experienced, moments of joy and pleasure have been that much sweeter.

This book claims that Buddhism does not have a concept of a soul, so to speak.  I haven't 100% wrapped my brain around what it means by this, but is seems to indicate that the bundle of desires and Kharma that passes from life to life does not carry with it any essence of personality.

I don't like that, either.  If anything carries forward from life to life, I would expect it to be the core of who I am.  I would like to believe that I will encounter the same loved ones again and again, though we may never know it in life.  I believe in cycling up.  I believe in building up a morality and that morality carrying forward and effecting where we come out in the future.

But I cannot strive to achieve oblivion.  I know that any educated Buddhist could explain to me that Nirvana is not oblivion.  Other sources cast is as a state of permanant happiness and knowlege.  That doesn't sound bad at all.  But it still implies being severed from concern for the state of other beings.  Because that would be a desire.  And concern for others in the form of desire causes suffering.  So to attain the utlimate enlightenment would - in my mind - sever that connection.

And that I can't fathom as a desireable state.

Perhaps my soul is just not mature enough.  I am certainly not about to acheive enlightenment in this life, with these beliefs.

And maybe my take on Buddhism is so far skewed.  As I said, I haven't finished the book yet.  At this point, though, I'm not there.  I want to believe in Kharma and reincarnation.  I believe in meditation and the release of desire.  I am continually striving to remove as much cruelty as possible from my life.

But if there is an ultimate truth, to me, it's a place where my soul can exist with the souls of those I love, wherever that may be - Heaven, Nirvana, Svargam, or a freaking castle on Mars.

Namaste,
Blessed Be,
Amen.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Time Suck

Originally Posted:
Feb 2, 2011 1:49 PM

The Plug
I started this post in the beginning of January, along with the 6 0r 7 others to which I keep alluding.  A meme of sorts posted by a friend of mine last night has inspired me to finally finish it.  Since the post itself promises to be rather long (no surprise there), I'm going to invite you all to join the meme on the front half.
Recently the aforementioned friend, who also happens to be a MarineLawyerMommy started a blog in preparations for writing a book.  The blog, so far, rocks.  And completely puts mine to shame.  When you go follow her blog (because you will), don't think less of me.  You'll see exactly what I mean when you get over there.
The book she is writing, from what I gather, is about the struggles of women in our society to be all.  Or, more accurately, our failures to do so.  How all these extremely successful women go about their days feeling like they have failed at every other thing, from blowing their diets to not wanting to get down on the floor and play dolls.  It's called The Modern Failure, and I am COMPLETELY addicted to it.  And Chanelle, who writes it (I actually have another post about her in the works . . .), is always looking for input, which is super easy given how amazingly thought provoking her every post is proving to be; further putting my mundane "this is what I did today" blog to shame.  And if all that hasn't been enough to get you over there to check her out, maybe this will do it:  She will send HOMEMADE COOKIES (we all know how I love me some cookies) to the first 30 people who plug The Modern Failure.  While that is FAR from the reason I'm plugging it, I am nonetheless very excited about my cookies.
The input she is looking for today is from this post.  I think we all have nights where we look around, the day is gone, and we find ourselves wondering where the hell it went.  Or at least I do.  6 -7 times a week.  Chanelle wants to know where your time goes.   Here is what happens to mine (near as I can tell):
The Post
I have been talking a lot recently to two good friends of mine from OCS – women who knew me when I was just Marine.  Before Mommy.  Lawyer.  And Wife.  Over the last 6 years or so since OCS, all of our lives have changed a lot.  Michelangelo (we are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles; I'm Donatello) got out of the Marine Corps, became a vagabond in South America, and climbed Machu Picchu.  I was extremely jealous.  Leodardo was sent to Joint Command in the middle of nowhere where she has been able to get a Master's degree and a black belt.  Again, jealous.  Then she joined Roller Derby.  Cue intense jealousy.  I have had a longstanding star-crossed love relationship with Derby since my sorority president introduced me to it oh so many years ago.  I have had fleeting associations with many teams, but I move a lot.  My life changes a lot.  And now, I find myself in a place where I know I'll be stable for at least a couple years, where I could actually join a team – and stay on it – and there is just no way.  I am just too busy. 
And I found myself thinking about how I am almost too busy for my own life these days.  Every single day there is at least one thing I find myself wanting to do that just won't fit, whether it's Roller Derby or just putting in the new garden.
Somewhere between 04:30 and 06:00, Flintstone wakes up to eat.  I prefer it closer to 04:30 because then I can go back to sleep for a little while.  If it's not until 06, when my get-your-lazy-a$$-out-of-bed-NOW alarm goes off, it throws my whole morning off.  From 06 (or whenever Flintstone is sated) until 7, I run around in the dark (I don't even turn on the lights in the kitchen because that will just make it harder to see when I go back in the bedroom) getting my uniform together and on, PT clothes gathered up so I can work out since I've inevitably forgotten to stock my office closet at the beginning of the week again, sanitizing bottles and breast pump paraphernalia, putting my hair up, making myself a lunch, getting everything together and labeled for Flintstone to go to daycare, making a lunch for Punky on the rare occasions that I have time, changing Flintstone and getting him packed into his car seat, letting the dogs out, packing up the diaper bag and my work bag, and getting on the road.  If Flintstone is awake for all of this (which he has been most mornings for the last 2 weeks), this all slows down.  My last minute alarm may have to move back to 05:45 soon.  And this doesn't even take into account days when I'm supposed to be at morning PT. 
I also make a cup of tea during that time window, but more often than not, it's still sitting exactly where I made it when it's time to go.  If I'm lucky, I remember to put it in a travel mug.
I have to be on the road by 07 if I want to be on time.  Punky and usually MacGyver are still asleep when I walk out the door.  I drop Flintstone off at about 7:15, jam my heart back down my throat, and head to work.  I scoot into my office at 7:25.
7:25 – 10:50 I battle the vicious mountains of cases trying to envelop my desk. I pump in the middle of that time.   At 10:50 I change into PT clothes and go work out for an hour or so.  I no longer shower after PT because there just isn't time.  I change back into my uniform and go pick up Flintstone from daycare shortly after noon and take him home to spend the afternoon with MacGyver.  On good days, or days I don't have PT at lunch time, I have lunch with MacGyver and feed Flintstone.
I'm back to the battle by 13:00 (1 o'clock) at the latest.  The battle continues.  I will often have a cup of tea, or even coffee at some point.  I also have to pump again around 3 – joy of joys.  The workday ends at 4:30.  On paper.  In real life I almost never leave the office before 5.  When I was in a trial billet, I could easily stay in the office until 8 before a trial.  I'm glad I'm Review – for now.  I'm told I'm going back to Trial in a few months.
I get home around 5:30.  From 5:30 – 8 there is making dinner, which often requires shopping, dishes, laundry, Punky's homework, feeding Flintstone, eating dinner, and cleanup.  I do not do all of these tasks, if MacGyver is cooking, I'm doing dishes; if he's helping Punky, I'm cooking dinner, and so on.  On nights when everything falls into place and there aren't 75 other things that need to be taken care of, we have time to sit down for a ½ hour and watch something on the projector (got rid of the TV months ago – thank heavens!), or play a game.  But it's usually the former.  A ½ hour of screen time a couple nights a week is not that bad.  Bite me. 
At 8 the getting ready for bed rigmarole begins, which is followed by story time.  Lately, we've been reading the Percy Jackson books, though we just finished the forth one and need to go buy the next.  Shortly before 9, Punky's tucking in is complete.  Flintstone should also be asleep by this point, but I'm usually still holding him as I hate missing story time.  And I suck at putting him down without waking him up.  I am well aware that I should be putting him down sleepy but still a little awake so he gets used to falling asleep on his own.  Whatever.
At some point, whether it's dinner time or after story, I pour myself a glass of wine.  I often remember to drink it.
Once Flintstone is out, MacGyver and I take a shower.  It isn't unusual for MacGyver to have to wake me up for this because I'm usually ready to pass out by the end of dinner.  But after tuck in time is when all the fun grown-up parts of my life take place (ok, maybe at lunch time, too), so I'm usually able to rouse myself enough to spend some quality time with MacGyver.  I like to be asleep by 11.  Well, I'd like to be asleep by 8, but that really isn't an option ;-)
Obviously, every day is different, but that's a "typical" day.  It doesn't count Punky's extracurriculars (can you say girl scout cookies?),  Farmer's Market, and whatever else that eats up my time.
The Roller Derby team I have been courting since before Flintstone was born practices three evenings a week an hour away.  Obviously not an option.  BUT I will be spending a week doing Derby things with the team in May AND they've invited me to participate in other ways.  I might be a ref, a jeerleader, or possibly a volunteer.
But even fitting that stuff in is going to be a challenge.  Because it's not like my schedule is about to open up any time soon.  A friend of ours at church, whose children are grown, commented on Sunday "Oh, you are right in the middle of the best part, careers, young kids, you're young – it's also the hardest, most stressful part – you must not have time for anything."  Ha, to say the least!
So that's my daily time suck.  What's yours?  Head on over to The Modern Failure and let her know!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Lit Zen

Originally Posted:
Feb 14, 2009 12:27 PM

Ahhhh . . . contented sigh . . . I have books. I have been so crazy busy that I've barely had time for any reading at all. Because of that fact, all I had been reading were fluff Janet Evanovich books. While they're really entertaining and relaxing, they don't exactly move me along the path of enlightenment, ha. Not that any of the books I got on our recent jaunt to the library are particularly deep, but I did at least accomplish variety.

I've added the
Library Thing widget to my sidebar to track the books I consume and my opinions as well as those of my bibliophile friends.

I'm starting with First to Fight by General Krulak, The Year of Living Biblically by A.J. Jacobs, the classic Drawing Down the Moon by Margot Adler, a good helping of Douglas Adams in the form of Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, and another Stephanie Plum novel (I can't seem to resist).

I can't even express how thrilled I am to have all this reading material at my fingertips. It helps me relax just knowing it's there.