Category Archives: Barack Obama

Sound Bites for Dinner

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free”

Poor Americans. The vast majority of the potential voting public* are pathetic huddled masses indeed. An outsider might say this is an overweight country stuffed with folks that feel entitled to all the goodies and seem to keep grabbing them.

May be. But it is also a country on the brink of starvation. Sensationalism is Coke Cola — an addictive, zero content, high calorie, sugar-oozing carb. America, never really full, keeps coming back for more. So what looks well-fed on the outside, is just excessive bloat. Continue reading

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Once were citizens

Once we Americans were citizens first. Now we’re consumers. Some economists are petrified we might start saving just when they want us to spend so we can heal the economy. Like we’ve been doing for the last few decades. Even if they’re right it justs sounds ridiculous. Let’s keep doing what hasn’t worked? 

If a spending spree is not the way out of this mess, what else do we have? How’s about change. 

I’m amazed that on prime time some of the talking heads are asking us to live more consciously. Now that’s headline news! I heard a panelist actually ask the media to stop referring to us as consumers. We’re citizens first, she said. I like it. I prefer the word steward or Earth citizen, but I think we understand each other.  

We elected a president of change, now what about us? Are we willing to take it on?  I mean what if we weren’t the toughest kid on the block, or the richest anymore.  Then who are we, as individuals and as a nation? Are we willing to reconsider how we as individuals and as a nation tread on this earth and do different? 

We and other nations know how to use religion, land, oil, water, and culture as justifications for war. Can we regroup and breathe out life force instead of fire power? Can we turn technology, science and construction green?  Can we listen to the rhythms of the Earth and learn its dance?

We’re in a time of Big questions, and even if we don’t come up with the Big answers, we have a moral imperative to keep asking. There has been a sleepiness in our collective soul and our national conscience that is struggling into awareness.  If we cut our hand, our bodies leap into healing mode the moment we are wounded. Life seeks healing. Our national invincibility cloak is in tatters. Let that be a good thing, and let the healing begin.  

As we heal ourselves we will also heal our planet. That is how we create the collective moment that transforms ‘yes we can’ into a universal yes! so strong and so broad it rebuilds ghettoes and shanty towns and favelas, it draws lines around our rainforests and coral reefs and holds them safe, it criss-crosses borders with ideas and support, with cures and care.  And you?  “You may say I’m a dreamer, but…”  Let me cut you off right there. Yes I am a dreamer. What else has ever changed the world?

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Tears for Fears

aThe future is now.

The future is now.

 

Or not. That is the question. First the context — Did you know the group’s name referred to primal scream therapy after John Lennon became Arthur Janov’s patient? Cool bit of trivia, eh. The idea is that neurosis is caused by repressed pain resulting from childhood trauma. Janov believes that when you dive into all that pain and release it you can become a non-neurotic.

I don’t know about your childhood pain, but even to become a super non-neurotic I wouldn’t go swim in that soup again. No way. No how. My point, however is other. Barack Obama makes me cry. I think I’m not the only one. I’ve seen many tears wherever he appears. It’s the weirdest thing. I have two really powerful feelings when I see our 44th president. One is to feel the thrill of seeing a friend you know well and dearly love, and the other is to be reduced  ever more rapidly to an emotional cry baby. 

I know we all connect Obama with hope. It’s one of the explanations for Obamamania. Our nation is in desperate need of hope. But we are a nation living in incredible angst. As a people, our fears are perhaps greater than ever.  We each have our own and we share some collective ones: poverty, global warming, loss of – fill in the blank here — home, job, life style….  

And then comes this man with the million dollar smile and all seems well again. The angst melts even quicker than the polar ice caps. We collectively crawl into his lap and he pats us all and we know all will be well in the world.

But wait! That means he’s like the dad and we’re like the kids. Yikes! I want to start this again. I want to say look at Obama as someone who never quit and never settled. He took on his passions and devoted himself heart and soul to them.

Mine, as you know is Gaia. It’s saving the rainforest. Saving the amazing healing plants of these ancient acres forever. It’s saving the ocean and preserving marine mammal life.

What’s yours? Isn’t that what Obama is really asking us all? Isn’t he really smiling sweetly and saying “people, I love you. Now get over yourselves and follow your passion. Every day. Forever.

These tears of mine. Maybe they’re an energetic exchange. Maybe I’m just trading in my fears for tears.

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