Full-On

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February 18, 2023- There was only a skeleton crew, at breakdown time today. So three of us got it together and moved the “mountain”, into the shipping container that serves as Farmers’ Market’s home for tables, chairs, pop-up tents, weights and signs. One other person sorted compost (lucky soul-j.k.) and around 2:30, we called it a day.

This is “shoulder season” for our area- the weather has been iffy and people are looking towards the sunny south. Topping things off, one favoured weekend hangout is closed due to a water line break, and another is open, but the owner is keeping a wary eye on signage which threatens to dislodge from its spot near the roof on the neighbour’s fascia. She has a wide area roped off, taking no chances with any sudden collapse.

My food plan continues, with everyone’s understanding and encouragement. Even the younger kids are noting my progress, and the scale shows that discipline is paying off. The main thing is to eliminate strain on the heart, so on we go with avoiding dairy and bread-for the time it takes to downsize. When they do come back into my regimen, portions will remain small.

Friends are hanging in there with their challenges, and I am just glad to be there for them, when they share both progress and setbacks. On we all go, each with a version of a full-court press.

Holding One’s Temper

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May 29,2020

As with every single thing that has come before the American public, the course of events, over the past few days, has had its share of back and forth. Thankfully, all comments that I have seen, so far, concur that George Floyd did not deserve to die the way he did.

I don’t like rioting and destruction. I don’t like toddlers throwing temper tamtrums, either. I understand both. A heavy hand resolves neither, but a firm, considerate tone of voice and clear statement of expectations go a long way towards stopping both.

I have seen, firsthand, when a weak leader took the word of someone who made up a story, out of whole cloth, and fired someone who had not done anything like that of which they were accused. I have also seen an out-of-control maniac grab a 16-year-old boy by the head and smash his head into a tree, three times- in the name of “school discipline”.

Both “styles of leadership” created for more problems than they were worth. Neither person deserved the position he occupied. Neither victim deserved the fate that was meted out.

George Floyd did not deserve to die aviolent death. His accused killer did not deserve pass after dreadful pass, for the previous harsh treatment he was found to have given to his “collars”/

The Road to 65, Mile 282: Destiny

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September 5, 2015, Prescott- 

Pregnant with destruction, Madame Death lurks

Taking so many, in a single bound,

Young and old,

Rich and blameless,

Light and dark.

Pregnant with promise, Lady Life follows

Honest and tenacious,

Shaken, but certain,

Strong and persevering.

This is for my friends who mourn, and curse, and wait for a glimmer of hope.

I love you all, so much.

The Road to 65, Mile 92: Balance

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February 28, 2015, Prescott-  Over the past several days, we Baha’is have been participating in Ayyam-i-Ha, the gift-giving days signaling the approach of our liturgical year’s end.  We then will fast for the final month of the year, at least those of us who are between the ages of 15-70, and whose physical circumstances do not pose a risk to health.

During this time, people have indulged in a bit of fol-de-rol, online, regarding a certain multi-coloured dress.  I’ve weighed in on the matter, tongue in cheek, and see no harm in such activities.  All the same, the heinousness of many, around the world, also continues.  Angry, misanthropic men indulged themselves in the wanton destruction of ancient treasures, in a museum of Mosul, Iraq, much as they savage Christian and Muslim alike, in the territories unfortunate enough to have fallen under their control.  The same process repeats itself in northern Nigeria, western Myanmar and pockets of the resurgent nation of Somalia.   No one in those places is safe.

Here at home, a human monster is using a motor vehicle as a weapon, aiming it at other drivers, striking their parked vehicles and generally trying to instill fear in a peaceful neighbourhood, towards God knows what end.

Every community has to deal with the unbalanced.  For me, it is well that I have personal faith and its various avenues towards achieving balance in my life.  I am grateful for my friends and family, for the essential oils and organic foods that have kept me out of harm’s way, physically, over the past year or two. It’s a tough row to hoe, being mildly autistic yet capable of holding positions of responsibility and, most importantly, being able to see other people’s point of view.

The Hopi world view was presented, nearly thirty years ago, in a film entitled “Qoyaniqatsi”, or “World Out of Balance”.  Man’s departure from the world of nature was a central theme of this film.  Nature, by itself, struggles to maintain balance, and by itself is generally successful in that regard.  Humankind can maintain balance, in itself and with nature, only by following physical and natural laws, of which “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” is the most basic.  To achieve and maintain balance, one must feel connected with all things.

It is the disconnect that many have felt, for some time, that underlies the savagery we see, continuously, in so much of the world.  There are no easy answers to resolving the rage of Islamic State, Boko Haram, the Burmese Buddhist extremists, al-Shabab or any of the bullies who who cause distress, to a lesser extent, in communities around the Earth.  There is, however, a slow process of regeneration taking place, simultaneous to the destruction.  Balance will be restored, and in one state of being (physical or spiritual), each of us will see it.