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June 21, 2013

VI.  

    Each year I am reminded of the Life Death Life cycle around the summer solstice because my father passed away on June 20, 1990.  It has been twenty-three years to the day since he passed, and I celebrate his life today with love.  The season doesn’t bring me sadness or anger like I associate with being a young girl whose father died.  I feel jovial, I feel the sun’s energy and I am rejuvenated.  The feeling of being grateful just to—be alive—exceeds any negative emotion for the loss I have experienced.  Life is short, life is precious, and today is all we have.  

    The notion of living in the moment is a difficult concept for most of us that reflect, contemplate the future, and who live extraordinarily busy lives.  I chose my lifestyle, and it is inherent to my mental, physical, spiritual, emotional, and overall wellbeing to be mindful.  The concept of mindfulness originates back thousands of years within Eastern philosophy and practice.  Jon Kabbat Zinn introduced this idea of mindfulness and meditation training in the early 1990’s as a natural technique & modal of therapy to reduce depression and anxiety.  Mindfulness is paying attention in a certain way, on purpose, and experiencing every moment for its totality.  You can practice mindfulness in every situation; I understand it as a state of being and incorporate this practice within my professional therapeutic setting with clients.  Mindfulness meditation emphasizes being aware of emotions, thoughts, reactions etc.—but to watch them pass and not attach any meaning to them.  Conscious awareness without attachment is a craft that must be practiced and maintained for it to be effective.  The idea of transcending beyond ourselves and our own scope is something that intrigues me—excuse me while I step out of myself.

    The cycle of life is circular and we move across boundaries in today’s Zeitgeist.  My world view identifies with universal concepts and my purpose here is to transcend on a higher vibration to bring light.  Metaphysical concepts of origination, existence, and philosophy are my source of knowledge and a true passion.  I dedicate this article to my father, my guardian angel—my prism of light. I hope that my hard work, pure intention, and love for life is transcended through the legacy of my Dad.  

One Love, 

Sunny

 

Mark Twain once said that ‘Golf, is a good walk spoiled’.

As a person who attempts to play golf ( I did say ‘attempts’ because I do not believe that anyone has ever mastered it) I can see his point of view.

Some of these questions came up yesterday as I was watching the venerable US Open and also a little earlier as I was hacking my way around my local course.

I have followed golf and ‘played’ it over the past 15 years or so.

Being raised in the UK you would expect that I may have had the opportunity to do just that. Unfortunately coming from a poor background I never had that opportunity, so it was only when I moved to Colorado that I found with public courses that could actually afford to do so.

Now, like most golfers I was sucked into trying this and trying that. Different putters, drivers, wedges.

All in the hope of getting better and to show my prowess and ‘peacock’ around.

NONE of it made one bit of difference to my game score (or handicap as it’s known). So I stick with the same cheap clubs that I have had for years.

For me the reasons why I like golf is that it does humble you. It gives you (everyone including the pros) a swift knee to the groin just to keep you in check and to remind you that you are it’s bitch!

Almost everyone thinks that golf was invented in Scotland, and, it does have a claim for the modern game.

However, recent research may indicate that at least in the Netherlands a game was played much earlier and as a matter of fact a game very similar to golf was played in China around 1000 A.D.

So I guess the mystique of hitting a small round ball with a stick is inherently built into our DNA.

I have played a lot of solo and team sports and I can definitely concur with the consensus that it is the most frustrating and difficult sport I have come across.

TDB.

 

More familiar than I would like to taste. Its like my life has been eating the same thing for years but I still dream of something my current self could never stomach. I preach passion over everything but my passiveness tends to get the best of me. Whether I've been programmed or just a lack of will power I need to break free of the chains that lie.

Word is bond and mine are weak chain links that I've given my friends and family. I know most of them see right through me but keep quiet in hopes of hearing the benefits grow from the shadows of their doubt. Promises of bettering myself. I keep telling them tomorrow I'll start. That when the sun rises I'll live for my art. After the last car wreck I vowed to myself and my friends no matter what, I would always be there for them. I gave a few confessionals about my weakness with relationships. How I put poetry on the back burner and performing as a parlor trick when I want to feel more human than human. This is my M.O. when I'm trying to OD on the affection of someone I love.

Its not about proving them wrong. All of their misconceptions are based on confessions I gave them while I was broken and building myself back up. They can see the fire in my eyes and the work I put in. Why I only use my pen as a crutch to get me back up instead of a weapon to cut off the parts of myself I should sacrifice to the fire burning inside of me.

I want to prove myself wrong. I want to show everyone that I can have everything I want and still do what I need to finish. That I can accomplish transcendence and reach beyond the limits I placed on myself. That I can burn like the albatross no one can seem to see but I feel everyday searing my sanity to ashes in the wake of my ashes.

This was written years ago. Its like I've been scared to succeed for so long I've worn failure to keep up appearances and dragged my arms when it comes to taking it off. I still need these days. Of tasting defeat so I remember how sweet t was to finally overcome. I just need to grow tired of throwing up glory days to pacify my my hunger for victory.

I've wasted the most productive years of my life. Ideas that could change the world and now 3 years have gone by that I haven't gotten them past a computer screen or just target practice when I'm shooting the breeze. And I can see the disappointment in a dreamers eyes when he's satisfied with being awake. Recollecting what could have been before his eyes submitted to the "reality" fed to him…

-DCR

Words vs. Will

A good walk spoiled

In a video recently posted to YouTube on Big Think channel , Astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson made two extremely poignant points about education in children. The first of which would be, if you want kid kids interested in science “get out of there way”, and a follow up point regarding children,  “We spend the first year teaching them to walk and talk and the rest of their lives telling them to shut up and sit down”. Looking back on the endless string of years of my own personal education experience , and I cannot help but agree with this assessment. Amidst a sea of teachers whose spirit had been broken long ago, and had been forced to accept the realities of teaching to tests, or TEKS, or the varying expectations of school board members, there exists the rare teacher who actually cared, was capable of expressing their passion for the topic in a manner that made others do so as well, and returned ownership of the educational process to the student. For me the only memorable example of this did not come until I left public school to attend a so-called “alternative school” by the name of Freedom. Having lost my interest education several years before I arrived at freedom, the high point of my entrance interview with the principal, Mary, was her telling me that she didn't think I was going to actually graduate, but that she would give me a shot. Blessed with an unmatched ability to size up her incoming students, this was probably the smartest thing she could have ever said to me, then a punk kid who took the word no and statements of disbelief in his abilities as personal challenges. 

    For me and so many other students, Freedom was a perfect environment. Gone were arbitrary rules about dress codes, direction of head ware, and scheduled rigidity, having been replaced by a new found responsibility for ones education. Instead of being assessed grades for semesters of work by teachers in various stages of burnout, students were given the work for each class in advance and could choose to complete or not complete their work as they saw fit. For those that didn't chose to complete their work they eventually found comfort of sorts else where, but for those that saw the opportunity in this, entire years of course work could be completed in a fraction of the time allowing for early graduations. Additionally, the class rotation and assessment period was done every twelve weeks, similar to a shortened college semester schedule, which gave student the opportunities to experience a variety of classes and topics, and to better tailor their education to their particular needs. Although this revolutionary system had forced me to reevaluate what attaining an education meant, this transformation was not complete until I had experienced the class room of Glenda. In a class were we discussed everything from the Simpsons, and social commentary, to the book of Revelations from a literary standpoint, the importance, meaning, and value of language, and the spoken and written word came to life. Eventually filling all available elective credits with english courses, and independent studies course with her that centered on writing, I can honestly say that without Glenda I would not have graduated high school when I did or went on to college let alone graduate school, and without Freedom, I probably would not have graduated at all. 

    Although I recognize that not every student needs a Freedom, I believe there is a lot to learn from this model of education and that making sure that these alternatives are available, funded, abundant is essential to creating an educational system that is not one size fits all, but rather designed to meet the challenges of the future, to innovate to make it better, and focused on not just getting out of the way of children's creativity but doing everything in their power to create the opportunities for all kinds of intrinsic learning and the growth of creativity and curiosity. Similarly, I also believe it is never too late to rediscover the child like fascination with the world around us, and indeed may be one of the keys to a much more balanced future.

-Joshua Genius

 

Get out of there way!

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This issue is dedicated to the memory of 

Larry Warren Alexander

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