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11.9.16   Today, the day after probably the most contested election ever in American politics (certainly the strangest), feels like a good day to write.  There's just so much to feel about the outcome many feared but also felt improbable.  Donald Trump?  President?  Wow.  So why did this happen?  What is going on in our country that have so many so distraught?  Clearly there are those who are so disheartened by politics and politicians they felt that change was necessary and not just simple change but drastically different change. Loud revolutionary kind of change.  But I wonder, are all Trump supporters really racist misogynistic xenophobes who can't wait to build a new berlin wall and lynch African Americans?  As much as I'd like to believe that's the case, I've come to realize there are many reasons people vote the way they do and it doesn't always line up with my idea of who they are. Yesterday, for the first time, I ...

"When you become comfortable with uncertainty, infinite possibilities open up in your life " Eckhart Tolle Uncertainty is like the planet Neptune.   In astrology, Neptune is known as the planet of inspiration because whenever Neptune plays a significant role in our lives (as all planets do at some time or another) we give ourselves permission to dream.   We may even envision a new and enticing reality.   But Neptune is also known as the planet of mist.   We can dream up new realities that may in fact be possible, but we have to be careful to avoid being deceived because our perceptions may be clouded by the haze. Being in a state of uncertainty – about anything – can be frustrating!   From simple unknowns, for example, when the next bus will arrive   to life altering moments – I’ve been on three interviews, will I finally get a new position – uncertainty can cause anger, anxiety and a host of other issues that can have detrimental effects ...

I've tried to be more trusting lately, of myself that is.  As long as I can remember, I've glossed over gut feelings that seemed to be revealing another's less than stellar intentions.  To maintain my sanity, I've dealt with those feelings either as a consequence of my own dysfunctional insecurities or as paranoia.  But usually, I'm right in the end and the end is sometimes disastrous.  Yesterday I was much more lucid than usual and since for the past two weeks I'd been anticipating a particular reaction from a certain acquaintance, when eventually presented with the situation I didn't stop to think about the consequences, just the fact that I'd acknowledged my instincts (finally!) and that what I'd predicted was actually happening.  I felt superhero strong as I eliminated all manner of pretense from my knee-jerk reaction.  I felt victorious as all the right words found their way to the forefront.  Not once did I stutter - like I usually do - o...

There are times when I have nothing much to say.  At these times I simply observe the world and attempt to absorb all that it is trying to show me.  I read.  I learn something new.  I seek interesting ideas.  I think.  But above all I do not write.  You might even say I cannot write.  Even though there may be impending catastrophes, I am inward, introspective and content. Upon reflection, this state of being feels like I've been operating on a higher plane.  These are the times I usually read an article in a blog I've never read before, discover a new song, or enjoy an artist I've never really taken notice of. It is a tender joy and a peaceful respite from routine.  I find it necessary to experience these moments where breathing isn't for survival but for enjoying the breath. Eventually though, as  time passes and life once again regains it's hectic pace, these occasions become a blur and I rarely remember the feelin...

Love is love is love is love is love is love is love.   Lin-Manuel Miranda. It's impossible not to have an opinion about what is being called the worst mass killing in US history.   It's impossible not to ponder the fact that this tragedy marked a convergence of several hot button entities which have each at some time or other been an explosive news item.  It's implausible to ignore the obvious possibility that this was hate against the LGBT community mixed with ISIS inspired terrorism.   Aside from the notion of just how tragic and horrible this incident was, especially with so many survivors to explain in vivid detail the events which transpired, I think it is this idea that the worlds of these two very controversial entities collided that early morning that holds captive our imagination.   I also can't think of an incident where the LGBT community has been targeted in this way.  The rainbow flag has in a strange way always been a symbo...