Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Pride 2009
Love makes a family – doesn’t it? Shouldn’t it?
What other law, what other policy do we need to put in place that trumps this?
For families to have kids they want, for those kids to have homes that are safe and environment where their childhood is happy and growth into good citizens is ensured.
For people to have a loved one around when they are sick, sad or just alone.
For anyone to have someone to rejoice with, travel with, spend vacation with.
For anyone to have someone they can miss, they can cherish, they can love.
And an equal right for everyone to pursue this.
What good are societies if they can’t deal with differences with dignity and evolve with time to understand that differences are created for a reason? If we were all the same, we all wouldn’t be needed. We built society to safeguard humanity. We built rules to facilitate communities. Not to weed out differences like well, like weeds.
And who is anyone to say what differences are right and wrong. They just are. We are all the same, in the make-up of our ‘human-ness’. Flesh and blood and emotions and flaws and capabilities. Same origin of birth and a same end goal of death. Who is anyone to decide that the path anyone follows in that journey is wrong just because it isn’t like theirs?
And this is what I felt at pride 2009. As I thought about last year and happiness and hope of equality, I was so upset by harm Prop 8 did. Who gives anyone the right to take away other’s rights? Where’s empathy, where’s juts basic good logic and sense?
No one can stop progress. No one ever has stopped evolution. If a community is asking for its rights to be treated and acknowledged equal and committed to pursue happiness, may it thrive! And be well. And have all the power it needs to make it happen. The colors of rainbow, the ‘pride’ will thrive.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
The King of Pop...falls
The first time I saw Grammys, BAD was nominated in 5 categories and he lost in all of them. But, what I found that year was a deep admiration and love for his artistry. The ‘king of pop’ was THE legend when it came to originality. He invented dances and created such mesmerizing music with voice and video that it always left you in awe. He was not only an icon, a musician; he was a true entertainer.
No matter what is said about his personal life and behavior, the recluse artist, to me was a genius. His music cut across all boundaries and tied together all cultures. ‘We are the world’ is what his music really was all about.
What I found moving was no matter how famous, how rich, how immensely unique you are, at the end of it all you like everyone else are a mere mortal. As he laid there on a stretcher with tubes in mouth and as his body was taken to morgue wrapped in white sheet – life showed its face and death showed its power. We are alike, made of the identical flesh and blood and when its ashes to ashes and dust to dust, we all go the same way into the same mysterious place.
The shinning glove didn’t make him feel less pain, neither did it save him from the fated end. The glove came off, the final curtain call was, as always is, painful. It was tragic and shocking and disheartening that when he was about ready to put his life’s pieces into place, time ran out. In an instant. And there was no puzzle to be put together, nothing to figure out. He was preparing for a grand, never seen before – MJ style, ‘comeback’ tour. For the king, there will be no comeback.
R.I.P
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
And I touched love….
In my rear view mirror…
I wiped it clean….and I touched love
I saw the moon perfectly aligned
To the blinds of the windows….
The clouds parted like the curtain
Moonlight on my pillow….and I touched love
The setting sun …..the wide ocean…
The golden rays jumped in water
Squirmed and dissolved….
The water bounced off my feet….and I touched love
A lazy morning …in a long queue of chores
I looked around for diversion….
To shake me up from boredom….
An old woman’s smile…wearing same emotion…..and I touched love
Melting ice-crème in sweltering heat
Three flavors …..the joy of Sundae…
Closed eyes, dirty clothes…..
A satisfied smile of a child….and I touched love
I see it and still I run…..I touch it and yet I yearn….
Is it love or is it me….Or is it a little of both….
That I need to learn….
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Women I admire...and why...
Mary Carillo – Mary speaks her mind, and speaks it well. She sees what she calls ‘her’ game with clear eyes and wants women to be competitive and excel. That is a true sports person. I didn’t know her until I recently (not too recent) started listening to her at tennis grand slams and Olympics. She mostly speaks for my favorite sport- tennis (being a tennis pro herself) and, I’d like to meet her to thank her for the tremendous value she adds to my game-watching. Not to mention her humorous comments and interesting tit-bits which add to my tennis IQ.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
STORAGE = Store and age?
Public Storage…have you ever wondered how did this industry come up? Did someone have too much crap they didn’t want to part with? Too much good stuff! And then that someone thought there’d be more like them? What does it say about us – we need a place to store stuff we cannot keep and we do not need in our daily lives.
So, first we buy stuff to fill our space and meet out “needs”. Then we rent a space for that stuff. Be it separation, togetherness, loss of house, gain of relationship, no matter what the excuse is, the truth is it just means we have too much stuff. So much stuff, that we need storage to keep it, time to visit it, and money to rent it its own space.
Even if it is temporary, having to store something means…well, it could mean one of two things. Either the reason why we have to part with it is temporary (at least in your mind) or we just have too much stuff. It is true that we live in times when things are not needed but wanted. Things are not required but willingly acquired. The world we live in – things make us happy. New stuff makes us happier. But, is there a point where a line is crossed? Is renting a storage the point where we need to say to ourselves – “I have too much of what I don’t want”. To me, this marks the point where too much of good stuff is a bad thing.
This concept would work so well if applied to our emotional baggage. Store it away; visit it once in a while, but mainly, once you leave it behind you live in the moment. Memories worth keeping, heart breaks that we can’t let go, feelings we hold on to just because can safely be deposited and neatly shelved. Once we visit them, laugh and cry with them, we dust ourselves off and walk away unattached and brand new. The pain that won’t let go, the smiles that you don’t want to forget, all stacked up leaving you free to create new memories, explore new feelings and live in the present. I’d pay for that storage! I would store that and let it age while emancipating myself from binding age and time.