A couple times a week, I start the morning with a whole-body-work-out yoga routine. At the end of the video, the instructor introduces the “rest and receive” time, where you lie on the floor in what’s called “corpse pose,” with a quote from Sylvia Plath. “Remember, remember that this is now. And now. And now. Live it. Feel it. Cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of alI I take for granted.” I could remember this quote, much like every song I’ve ever heard, after the first time I heard it; I have the auditory equivalent of a photographic memory. A therapist once made the incredibly validating comment that it is really important to have a specific memory; to cultivate remembering details. I don’t have to cultivate it; it just happens. This sounds like a neat party trick, but it’s actually super annoying to a) remember everything you ever hear, including horrible songs and really mean things people say to you and b) be the only one who remembers things like conversations, agreements, etc. Turns out, though, that this kind of memory that I’m good at, is about the past. Continue reading A Good Memory is the Key to the Present
Last week, I saw a post by a mental-health advocacy Facebook page: a short video featuring “shirtless hunks” (this is how the video referred to them) – soldiers who’d returned home and lost fellows soldiers to suicide. “More vets commit suicide every year than die in wars,” the short video said, and then called for compassion and “action.” I commented, protesting the objectifying language, the use of the word “commit” and the frustrating vagueness of the unspecified call to do something. Continue reading Mental Health Awareness Month, Part 2
Constant access to a screen
makes sure you don’t miss a thing: Continue reading The Herald
What happened in France is unbearably terrible. I had a protracted – and very public – PTSD episode where I was when I heard about the human-on-human brutality this afternoon. And also. The same thing happens every day in the Middle East with US bombs and killer drones (the US has military in over 140 nations; it’s only going to get worse). Why, for example, no outrage over the bombing in Lebanon (did you even hear about it until just now)? Why no outpouring of grief, and sympathy and support for the 43 killed, and the 200 or so wounded in THAT bombing? Where is the grief, #prayers and #standingwith the 111 Palestinians – most of them youth/kids/teens/young adults shot and injured in the West Bank and Gaza today? Continue reading Paris
So James Holmes was not sentenced to death because of one juror holdout and people are up in arms about this “abortion of justice.” I won’t bother with all the caveats and excuses about not being an expert on any of this (expert worship in this culture is about as high as our thirst for blood, it would seem) and just offer some thoughts.
The topic request I received four days ago asks a pretty simple question – “Do you think there is a time and a place for connection through social media? Do you think there is a way it can be meaningful?” – yet I’ve really been struggling with it. On the one hand, I don’t want to rant. It’s a fair question and it deserves a fair answer. On the other hand, my personal experiences are clouding any objectivity I might otherwise have (isn’t that the way of it, though). So maybe that’s a good place to start.