Thursday, January 5, 2017

To Choose to Live With Joy

I think no one will argue that this year just past has been a hard, sad, one. So many idols and heroes gone, such a contentious election, such mean spirits all around.  I felt the oppressive weight all fall, till the house of cards came crashing down, both for myself and so many others, in early November.   Around that time I was having a discussion with a friend who was also feeling the gloom of November, and I remembered one of my favorite quotes by Joseph Campbell:

  "Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy. When we talk about settling the world's problems, we're barking up the wrong tree. The world is perfect. It's a mess. It has always been a mess. We are not going to change it. Our job is to straighten out our own lives."

I quoted the key phrase to my friend, "We cannot cure the world of sorrow, but we can choose to live in joy".  I felt better the moment I said it.  I added a thought I had been considering for a while, that one of the reasons for the political climate was that people were turning away from the positive, buying into rhetoric that everything was wrong and that America needed to be made great again, instead of focusing on what was already great. My friend responded "I choose to live in joy".

The moment of affirmation  felt so good, I shared it again a few weeks later with another friend, part of a much maligned ethnic group, who was losing hope in the political process and the world she had so much faith in.  Many friends were speaking words of comfort, and I added mine.  "No matter how bad it gets, joy is ours if we chose for it to be."

Another day, i was in a discussion group talking about word affirmations for the new year. I hadn't realized it till that moment, but I realized that I had been moving towards choosing joy both as a practice and as a word affirmation.  "My word for this year is joy.  I chose to look into the darkness and live in joy."

I have spent some time in the dark of this winter thinking about the meaning of it all. Living in joy does not mean to ignore what is wrong in the world.  It means to take the small steps, the ones that the individual ordinary person can take to give others joyous moments.  It can be as little as smiling at someone when you don't feel like doing it. It can mean a card or simple present for someone who didn't expect it.  It can be a moment of solidarity like waiting with someone being harassed at a bus stop.  It can mean looking for silver linings in sorrowful times, for happy memories in times of loss.It does not mean erecting a bubble around yourself and pretending that a troubled world isn't there. It does not mean rejecting small positive actions as futile.   It means embracing the world you have, because it's the only one you have, and trying to better things where you can.

It also means accepting that you may never know the effects of this choice to live in joy.

In 1966 Robert Kennedy spoke in a South Africa polarized by apartheid.  He spoke of

"the danger of futility: the belief there is nothing one man or one woman can do against the enormous array of the world's ills-against misery and ignorance, injustice and violence. Yet many of the world's greatest movements, of thought and action, have flowed from the work of a single man. A young monk began the Protestant Reformation, a young general extended an empire from Macedonia to the borders of the earth, and a young woman reclaimed the territory of France. It was a young Italian explorer who discovered the New World, and the thirty-two-year-old Thomas Jefferson who proclaimed that all men are created equal."

He knew that many would say they were not that sort of hero, so he talked about the many unknown deeds 
 that bring change to the world, perhaps better than any other person has ever done:

"It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance."

Each and everyone of us can chose to do this.  To do what we can, where we can.  To not succumb to despair when we are told there is no hope for the world.  To fix what we can, when we can, with abilities we can.  To send forth our own tiny ripples of hope and let them go where they will. We can be our own small voices of affirmation.

"We cannot cure the world of sorrow, but we can chose to live in joy."

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

To Begin Again

I know, I've published very little to the blog in the past year or so.  There's been a lot going on: my mother died, followed by the death of one of my closest friends a week later.  My daughter took up theatre seriously and I have been a gypsy stage mom and troupe photographer for much of the last year. Last winter I retired from my job and have been spending a lot of time on house fix ups and other necessities.  In short I have been spending a lot of time accessing who and what I am and where the heck I am going, both in my life and in this blog.

Of course in the past I would have written about all this processing, but lately I haven't. The truth is I have been laboring under a serious case of writers block, and I am still working my way out. But I have pinpointed how I got into this mess in the first place.

A little over 2 years ago I was asked to become a staff writer for a web site called Lefty Pop.  It was a place to write, both humorously and seriously, about pop culture, politics, and all manner of other things.  For the first time I felt I was writing about the things I cared about, including politics and movies.  Then, in fall of 2014, the page folded.  This of course is something that happens all the time on the Internet, and it shouldn't have bothered me the way it did. But I was heartbroken. I felt myself being shoved back into the mommy blogger niche that I never really felt comfortable in.  I felt further hampered by the fact that humor blogs seem to get all the attention and following, and I am not really funny, especially on paper.  Meanwhile my kids were growing up and "mom" material seemed more and more limited.

And yet I love my blog,  I love the readers who take the time to interact. I love the friends I have made in the blogging community.  I was never aiming for high page counts or corporate reimbursements (good thing since none of it ever happened). In the all the time I wasn't writing I was still reading what others were posting. I really don't want to leave, but I do want to broaden my focus.

So, this blog will in the future be about whatever I want to talk about: current events, old movies, books, theatre, history and poetry. Sci-fi conventions. Medieval re-enactments.  I also hope to share more of the many, many photos I have been taking lately. The kids and family might even make the occasional appearance, but there is so much more going on in my world, and I feel my creativity hampered when I can't write about it.

I know this isn't the conventional wisdom.  Blogs are supposed to have a narrow focus, a few specific topics that draw viewers and advertisers.  Most of the articles I see about blogging anymore are not about anything creative, but about attracting advertisers. And to attract advertisers you must create a huge number of page views.  Well I tried to play that game, without success. I also hated it.  I realized that there was no reason to write things that I did not wish to read.

I can't be the only blogger out there who feels that way.  So let's be out own tribe--they who will not play by the rules.  I hope you enjoy what's here. And I hope you'll share your  nonconformities with me.