Saturday, December 05, 2009
Baby haiku- half asleep version!
Friday, August 28, 2009
The essential question in the healthcare debate
The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
This is one of my all time favorite poems. In contrast to the "conversational stuff" we ask people at dinner parties, and the superficial identity barriers we create , this poem cuts down the chase to all the things that really matter about a person and life in general. Do we have the courage to ask these questions of not just others, but even of ourselves?
Friday, January 02, 2009
Hot, Flat and Repetetive
He breaks down the climate change crisis into a five aspect analysis which is interesting, especially the chapter on US dependence on petrochemical producing dictatorships. However while expanding on each aspect, he tends to repeat the same point ad infinitum. Basically, what should have been one or two chapters become five in his book .:(
If you get past the monotony of the repetitions and redundant phrases, he does propose some interesting solutions to the climate crisis. I especially like his commentary on the smart grid, energy conservation, and the challenge to the developed world to lead by example rather than dictating environmental standards to the developing world. He does not go into much details about the unique challenges faced by governments in India and China who seek to alleviate millions out of poverty through development, and how to do this in an environmentally sustainable manner.
Overall, the book brings much needed attention to a critical, if not potentially catastrophic issue for our times. It should, however have been half its current size after editing, and is somewhat poorly written given the stature of its author. It may be read by intellectuals like Obama, but may be too exhausting for the people who need to read it the most- the energy gorging average Amercian who drives an SUV, and think that climate change may or may not be real!