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Listening for Sustainability

My daughter,
with Fetal Alcohol crippling emotional intelligence damage
and Cerebral Palsy perpetual TerribleTwo
“is too many,
because Earth is all about ego-defiant me”
has taught herself
to attach her lips,
and sometimes her wet licking tongue
when she is feeling particularly needy
and/or playful
or maybe just hungry,
to my male dominant capitalist-head
when she needs to feel noticed
attached
connected
invested in
better.

This Saturday morning
she commits the unpardonable sin
of waking up before seven a.m.
Eleven is closer to her business as usual.

After bath and costuming,
both accomplished with as little support from me,
autonomously distracted, as possible,
she goes to our kitchen
to watch her favorite animated song and dance loops
on It’s All About You
Tube.

I am hanging out with my son,
also with cerebral palsy,
but unable to walk without balancing assistance
and unable to talk in either direction,
talk back or proclaim forth,
which is more his sister’s favorite skill set.

After a few minutes
of only slightly compromised peace
this sunny summer Saturday morning,
the daughter comes in
to demand her support staff (me)
prepare her royal breakfast (immediately).

I invite her to self-serve.

She says No!
repeatedly
while I remind her
she is capable of going to the freezer,
extracting one microwave pancake and sausage
on a stick,
wrapping it in one square of paper towel,
opening the microwave door,
placing it on the rotating glass plate inside,
closing the door,
pushing 1, 0, 0,
waiting for the ding,
and removing her breakfast by holding the stick,
waiting for it to cool,
removing the paper towel,
and devouring the pancake,
then the sausage,
as usual.

She responds
I want you to do it.

I respond
I want you to do it.

“No, Help me!”

“I am helping you!”

“No!
You do it; not me!”

“Why?”

“Because I”m watching my tablet.”

“And I’m trying to meditate
and write!”

“No! Help me!”

So, I ask for a time out.
We have been at this same impasse countless times.
It’s a ritual,
obsessive and compulsively lose/lose.
We are both not listening
while we are also not meditating
and watching
and writing healthier song and dance stories.

What’s happening here?
You know you can make your own breakfast.
Is this about not wanting to be alone?
Do you want me to show you
how crazy I am about you?

“Can I have a kiss?”

And then we do the “my lips on your head”
And “my head on your lips” ritual.
I give her a back and shoulder massage
while she has her therapeutic attachment breakfast.

My daughter smiles,
leaves the room without further demands,
goes back to the freezer,
pulls out a Blanketed Pig
on a stick…

I go back to writing
about resilience
and remediating potential lose/lose Earth climates
and emotionally cooperative reparations.

My son goes back to sleep,
having had a good belly laugh
at our curiously outspoken craziness,
reminding me
Curiosity is a more effective left-hemisphere tool
than working hard to feel right-hemisphere patience
in the face of apparent weapons
wielded by alien win/lose forces
in an otherwise win/win potentiated
interactive ego/eco-system.

He sits up,
groaning
repeatedly,
until I re-emerge
aware
He needs a diaper change,
on this peaceful sunny summer Saturday morning
riding still-revolving climates of Earth
re-creating green-blue-red
ultra-nonviolent win/win living systems
of actively communicating co-enlightenment.

Maybe we’ll have lunch on the backyard deck
under our barn red umbrella
as the Thames River continues to flow downstream
from northern stars
toward southern sun sustaining states.

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Progressive Reading Brunch

Chapter 1: Deneen’s Failed Liberalism (Revised Version)

Developing progressivism
within liberalism
further iterates pervasive presentism
of win/win
past through future multiculturalism,

A healing timelessness,
progressivism grounds deep attachment
toward our most sensory-nutritional past,

Particularly radically cooperative customs
and multiculturally bilateral geocentric traditions.

While widely understood to be future-oriented,
climate healthy progress rests on simultaneous assumptions
that healthy resolutions must be synergetically liberated
from past win/lose short-term answers,

And our win/win future
will have as much ecotherapeutic regard
for our culture of health
as we have for our ecofeminist understoried past.

The future is an unknown space,
and those who live in climate pathology
now arrayed in fulfilling patriarchal hostility
to MotherEarth-wombed past primal experience
must acquire detachment toward,
and a toxic win/lose simplistic faith in,
an unknowable commodified and shrinking future wealth.

Those whose view of Earth
is guided by such cynical belief
implicitly understand that our “achievements”
are designed for the dustbin
of lose/lose dis-climating history,

Given that our wounded future
regards us as win/lose stubborn today
and necessarily excommunicated
from resilient promise

Every generation must live
to polyculture ourselves
with past through present consciousness.

Capitalism makes humanity into consumers of Earth,
and unsurprisingly,
its culmination has led each generation
to accumulate scandalous levels of debt
to be left for its under-productive children,

While rapacious exploitation of Earth’s win/win integral resources
continues in the anti-eco/theological fundamentalist belief
that future monoculturing generations
will devise a Rapture fly away way
to not deal with Earth’s depletions.

Chapter 2: Mitchell’s Instructions (Devised Edition)

Earth’s repletion
is exactly what happened to me one day
when I saw myself reflected in the Gaian faces
of those around me on the street
of my hometown.

In this timeless moment,
I recognize I am tied to them
in ways that go beyond previous egocentric understanding
of here/now interrelatedness.

I am not only connected
through some historic thread of life,
but share every multi-sensory health/pathology felt climate experience
with them
in every emotion-noticing way.

This causes me to wonder–
what if we really are all one
healthy/unhealthy natural nest,

Not just in a metaphysically interdependent sense,
but theologically and literally one living sacred being
co-passioning climate experiential sensory-neural life
simultaneously in multiple languaged/unlanguaged forms.

If this were true,
then I am complexly encountering ourself
repeatedly in the faces of ego/eco-therapeutic/toxic people
I meet on every street
throughout all past through future time.

As I begin contemplating that possibility,
another question begins to arise for me.

If am am win/win repeatedly meeting ourself
on polypaths of communication,
how do I show up
in this shared win/win well-met future?

Chapter 3: Johnson’s Tight Attachment Hold (Implied Version)

We pinpoint this showing up healthy time
in our current interrelationship
when we suddenly throw off climate imbalance,
when a small win/lose industrious response
or lack of compassionate response
suddenly seems to change our sense of health and safety
with our polypathic lovers,

When we become caught up
in ego-reacting
in a win/lose way,
We know we are tied into
an industrious win/lose evolutionary Capitalism Dialogue.

Maybe we are also aware
of a revolutionary moment
when we find ourselves reacting very angrily
and with terror

As we go beneath this health/pathology surface
reacting to our deeper historically felt emotions
and unpack, raw through sweet,
this integral moment of toxic climate collapse,

Risking ego/eco-therapeutic win/win cooperative healthcare
as multiculturally unfolding opportunity.

Citation Note: Appositionally, and sometimes oppositionally, inspired by:

Why Liberalism [and Capitalism] Failed, Patrick J. Deneen, pp. 73-4,

Sacred Instructions, Sherri Mitchell, p. 37,

Hold Me Tight, Dr. Sue Johnson, p. 107, on “Identifying Your Raw Spots”

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Rugged Crosses

For me,
but not for my kids,
it was The Old Rugged Cross
teaching my ego/eco-logic crossed
to believe adults could deprive their Earthly minds
of sacred co-passionate investment
and yet thrive uniformly healthy bodies
of equitable wealthy,
yet sacrificially lonely,
dignity.

Not until I uncovered
The Blessings of the Earth and Sky (K. Patton, J.S. Bach)
did I think to wonder win/win why
Earth and sky, crossed and yet recovered
more resilient Earthly bodies together, than apart,
with skyward polyphonic minds soaring
not uniform aspiring
prey avoiding predators
yet unity inspiring Earth’s communal co-relationships.

How ever did we get this strange left-brain nightmare,
wealthy bodies
can be severed,
crossed out
away from mental passion for health,
co-responsive
interdependent webs
of Earth and Sky
secular and sacred,
liberating science and liberal multi-enculturing arts,
integrity’s double-crossed communion
of Earth’s original healthing wealthy purpose.

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