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The Universe has a Pulse… and rhythm of its own.

The tempo at which we march through our days… weeks … months… is wrong. The vibration that moves us the very throbbing of the hearts of mankind are out of time with each other. The cadence of life liberty and the pursuit of happiness is off beat.

In a Professional Symphony… The conductor sets the tempo by forming an invisible shape in the air with his hand. When the conductor cues for an accelerando… the music speeds up. When the conductor raises his arms to gesture grandioso the amount of air blowing into the wind instruments increases… and likewise, to soften the orchestra to pianissimo…the conductor again traces back down with his limbs to quiet the noise.

In a Jr. High Orchestra…this goes a bit differently….

We are the Jr High Orchestra People!!!

The chaotic variations that we are stumbling through are simply because we are moving through the most beautiful piece ever written… and we are not very good at our parts yet.

Even before Social Media existed… I was obsessed with what was going on in the world… far beyond my safe little neighborhood…. well away from my conservative state in the middle of America.

I was a young teen when the Gulf War was televised…. Literally…  watching it all night long on a small 15 inch black and white tv (What! I had paid for it myself… and I was young… Color TVs had existed since before I was born… Im not that old) … I would stay up all night just watching in fascination…. because I had never even seen this place before…. my friends were there…. fighting…. I quit sleeping… then… I don’t think I ever really started again… there have been many wars since then… they are hardly even covered any longer… let alone televised.

Twitter was born… for my trapped little mind… it was an avenue out of this rose colored world being streamed to us on the TV now… I was reading live the tweets of the man in the coffee shop as he watched the US helicopter land in the neighborhood the night they killed Bin Laden… I lay awake all night  reading the messages of people in the square of Egypt… Turkey… Ferguson… as they came in…

I became very ill… I have blogged about how sick I got… in the last two years… and as I took my leap of faith last year… part of that leap resulted in less time spent on Social Media… Although I never unplugged completely… i would go days without even opening that cute little white birded app.

In the wee hours of Sunday Morning…. I opened it again…. at about 1 am my time…. I was very careful not to read the Tweets from inside the club… not to follow that stream… because I had become sensitive again… But I read the tweets of the people outside the club… the mother waiting for word of her daughter… the man desperately wanting to know if the victim with the very shirt off his back wrapped around his wounds had survived… with tears running freely I followed the entire scene for over 24 hours…. at first I was afraid… then I was sad… then I was FUCKING ANGRY… and now… now as I write this I am a melting pot of all of those emotions which really translates to a confused version of Disgusted Hope. (Good Luck figuring that shit out)

I believe we are that Jr High Orchestra of the Universe…. We… Mankind itself… is stumbling through this piece… the cadence is wrong…

Regarding , Politics… Religion… Hate. its pianissimo. Shhhh. Someone Cue the media.

In fact… to move in the right direction we will have to remove the composition off the music stand… We can rip the pages off altogether and watch as they go falling off to the side and throw a new piece up. Love. Kindness. Acceptance. Movement.  Energy. Get the heads looking over here again, Hate is impossible because the trumpets are so loud you can’t hear anything else from the orchestra. Cymbals are crashing… drums are roaring,

The Conductor’s hands are dramatically waving from the shoulder joint itself in huge looping arcs.

Try to keep up… keep quiet when it is negative… and play from the pits of your soul the love that is there….

I am so sorry for those who lost their loved ones at Pulse… I am so heart broken that anyone who is already struggling through the ugly measures of preconceived notions of love and personhood are not who they are… that is now alone… and afraid.

I am sorry we sell semi automatic assault rifles in the name of our founding fathers… I am embarrassed really…

I equally embarrassed that we discuss the genitalia of those we want to take a shit next to in front of the world…

America being the youngest…Like toddlers talking about poop…sigh

I am devastated that the term “20 minutes of action” even exists…

But I am not Hopeless… and I am not giving up… and I am not alone…

Neither are you.

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One day I believe we will be practiced… we will be in beat… we will harmonize and make beautiful music… the discouragement is palpable…  but no one give up!

#Huckabee2016

It has been too long since I have shared one of our chats… Also… yes… we know hashtags do not work in chats…

Kerry: #Huckabee2016
Mr Amazing: #FatChanceInHell2016
Kerry: Bahahaha!
Mr Amazing: #ReligiousMinorityRules
Kerry :He just threw his hat in the ring…. which btw… i think they should literally have to do if we are going to keep saying that
They all should wear a hat… and throw it in a ring
Mr Amazing: LOL the poll numbers are crazy
Kerry: Im gonna need some hats… Im gonna throw that shit in all the rings
Kerry: it is a sad sad day when bush is the lesser of all those evils
Mr Amazing: LOL, yes, yes he is
Kerry: Jesus save us all… and take the wheel
Mr Amazing:  <facepalm>
THROWING MY HAT IN THE RING…. More Specifically… This hat!
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Uprising

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I despise the words ‘riot’ and “thug” carelessly thrown into the conversation… They do not understand… They scream their condemnations.

The term “The Final Straw” has never been more literal … and that straw is on fire…

We watch it on the TV… We question who we are… We wonder if the flames will spread… to our own cities so very far…

I am not going to pretend I am someone I am not …and with a heavy heart I look around me…trying to see anything that makes me feel right as I type this from my privileged neighborhood… in my middle class home… on my macbook air…  2 kids… 2 pets…  the news on the big screen…

From this view point I watch as images being filmed in the firelight…show people being ridiculed for stealing their most basic needs.

Fire is vibrant in the dark…

I study the faces of those gathered… Peaceful. Stoic. Calm.

They are not vigilantes… simply vigilant to the cause

They didn’t start the fires… but they feel a deep burning within them….

They do not condone… but they do understand… as they hold their ground on the street

They do not see a riot… but an uprising… and this is the language of The Unheard, The Ignored. The Downtrodden.

and oh I know there are a million different point of views… thousands of opinions… and everyone thinks they are right.

and I apologize if I have offended you or any of them…with these very broken thoughts

But I have to hope that one day the image of the street ablaze will be remembered as the start of how we changed… And that the word ‘thug’ will die out with the flames

and my heart goes out to those Mothers that are praying for their children that are not home tonight…. while mine are tucked into bed safe and …. White.

 

This post was so painful to write as I follow the current events …

I have been paralyzed in my writing for weeks as I am unable to even process thoughts and feelings with all that is going on with our world… I am grateful for the prompt from the Light and Shade challenge for letting me shed a little of the weight…. and I cling to the belief that there is still more good than evil… even if we forget to report on it

The Light and Shade Challenge

The Light and Shade Challenge

….5 reasons I am voting for Barack Obama in 2012

in the words of Susan B. Anthony: “No self-respecting woman should wish or work for the success of a party that ignores her sex”

#1… Buffett Rule… “The money’s got to come from somewhere,” Obama said.

#2 … He thinks people should have access to free preventative health care… why is this an issue?

#3 …  He is fighting on behalf of women’s reproductive rights…

#4 … repealing Don’t Ask Don’t Tell ….and announcing his support of marriage equality …

#5 … The Life of Julia

(People… it’s not just about me or people like me, but everyone … All the poor, indigent, colored, uterus-owning, sick and anyone who can become sick… Everyone.)

 

Bonus Thoughts on Romney: While he is more moderate than the other Republican candidates…  he’s decided to practice the anti intellectual, pro Christian, politics of fear that the rest of the candidates are using to try to win the Republican nomination….  I don’t think Romney has much to offer as a President….  I admire the work he did with the Salt Lake City Olympics, but I don’t think he will actually make the big changes we need to save the US….  He’s not a transformational leader….

and this…

… Have you hugged a local occupier today? Happy May Day!

I will be heading into work this morning…  I do not have the funds… nor the job security to call in sick today….. I am a coward… With mouths to feed and a roof over heads to maintain… and I don’t think anyone truly holds that against me…. I am so grateful for those in a position to be there protesting today…

In what Occupy organizers are calling “a day without the 99%,” protesters are planning to participate in a “general strike” on Tuesday: no work, no shopping, no banking.

I will be participating in the: no shopping, no banking, not pumping a damn drop of gas today….  And I will hug the first Occupier I see!!!