08 February, 2009

Inauguration, Prognostication, Intuition, Information

I am going through old unread email digests and found some posts about the inauguration. I don't think I weighed in.

Charlie and I went down to the local library where the local League of Women Voters and Friends of the Library pooled their resources and had a live broadcast of the inauguration. There were 250 people in the room watching 2 large-screen TVs. Kleenex were passed. I broke into tears several times. It was SO nice to be with a community of excited, hopeful people instead of holed up in the living room.

I am a good prognosticator, though I go almost purely by simple intuition. When Ronald Raygun proudly started turning us toward a "service" economy, I wondered how much the servants of the servants would make.My friends shrugged and said "ok, whatever". When Kindergarten Cop came out, I predicted that Arnold S would run for governor. My friends laughed. I hate to tell you how I feel about living in a flood plane between two of the most active and dangerous earthquake faults in the world. If it were my decision, I'd sell the house and move to Oregon tomorrow (yes: volcanos. I know. But I prefer rain to drought). As for our new president, Mistakes Will Be Made. Sheesh, mistakes have already been made. But it's not a party until a glass of punch gets spilled. Mistakes are part of the process... even W made a few. Ok, he double-dipped in the guacamole of life. I will not miss him.

This is my prognostication: things are going to suck for a while, and then they are going to slowly get better. I think we really are reaching a paradigm shift - for now, the pendulum swings away from greed and toward conscientiousness. We in the information age are having trouble figuring out what to do with all those facts, figures, and ideas; how to apply it all toward the highest good, how to be really useful in the world, but we're learning. Intellectually, we're still teenagers; our brains haven't finished growing yet. (look it up)

Personally, things are kinda sucking for me, but I'm hoping for change, and willing to work toward it, and I'm grateful for what I have, including a president with brains and, it appears, moral strength.

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The Door is Open

I took this phrase from two sources:
the U2 song "Gloria", and my favorite Rumi poem:

"The Breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you
Don't go back to sleep
you must ask for what you really want
Don't go back to sleep
People are going back and forth
Across the doorway where the two worlds touch
The door is round, and open
Don't go back to sleep"

I have spent a fair amount of my life wide awake and dreaming, other times sleeping where my dreams were so vivid I wanted to go back and figure out how to make them real. How do I bring dreams into the waking world - dreams of creativity, of joy, of peace, of fun? How to take the shadow of my psyche and use it to heal myself and others instead of hurt?

I have eclectic taste - possibly insane taste - ranging from the sublime to the ridiculous. I like silly humor more than I like sarcasm. I have a lifelong interest in why the heck the world is the way it is... cause and effect? G/d/s? Quarks? Who knows. Even if I thought I knew, that would be faith. The intersection between faith and knowledge - a dangerous and blurry place.

As the Firesign Theater states ".... a force that can only be used for good... or evillllll..." but I don't remember what they were talking about, was it a time machine?

I'm blessed with brilliant and creative friends; you'll find links to their blogs, art and ideas here. I'll add my own art and interests as time permits. Daring to put ourselves out there is one of the greatest challenges many artists face. Creating is easy, sometimes it happens all by itself. Communicating... hard.