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Theories·of·Love |All About Love|

My last in studio portraits are going up next week, and so ends this project.  I did take some portraits out in the streets, and if this project ever gets made into a book I will definitely included those photos in the epilogue, but I am ready to let go of this thread.  Maybe let go is the wrong word…I’m ready to follow this thread to another place.

I find it appropriate that I would end with a final post about love.  The title of the project insists on it.

Confederate Articles:

A Colored Woman’s Subjective Wearable Reflections on an Imperialist White-Supremacist Capitalist Patriarchy

or

How I Learned to Love

I will let words from bell hooksAll About Love, help me put my most recent realizations into words.  Appropriately, I picked up this text on Valentine’s day.  I spent the evening with a close friend.  We stopped by the SF public library so she could pick up a book about scarves and bandanas.  I remembered that I was never able to check out All About Love earlier in this process, though I had wanted to.  It was always checked out.  Fortunately there was one copy waiting for me on that day.

bell’s words always reach the deepest part of me.  I feel fortunate to relate to her experience in such a strong way.  It makes me feel like I’m being true to myself, because the things she suggests are by no means easy.  If I can relate it means I’ve been staying on my path, doing work that’s not neccessarily fun, but that will help me navigate though the challenges of my life.  I sometimes wish I could type up everything she’s written because I feel it’s that important.  Each word is like a delicious nugget of wonderful wisdom.

If I’m not mistaken, hooks came under fire after publishing several works with love as the theme.  As a young, black feminist hooks’ words were filled with anger, calls to action, and a certain attitude that could cause the spirits of even the most unmoved to stir.  Her words were fierce and fiery.  As she matured she began to focus more and more on love.  In All About Love she references this saying, “When I travel around the nation giving lectures about ending racism and sexism, audiences, especially young listeners, become agitated with I speak about the place of love in any movement of social justice.  Indeed, all the great movements for social justice in our society have strongly emphasized a love ethic.”

She goes on, “When I talked of love with my generation, I found it made everyone nervous of scared, especially when I spoke about not feeling loved enough.  On several occasions as I talked about love with friends, I was told I should consider seeing a therapist…most folks were just frightened of what might be revealed in any exploration of the meaning of love in our lives.”

In this publication she defines love as, “the will to extend one’s self for the purpose of nurturing one’s own or another’s spiritual growth.”  Of all of the theories I’ve looked over during the past two years this description of love seems most satisfying.  It’s neither completely self-serving or self-sacrificing, it requires a kind of mature interdependence that is necessary to surviving and making a beautiful life on this planet.  Additionally it includes spirituality (not religion), which is further defined as “that dimension of our core reality where mind, body, and spirit are one.”  It is not dependent on variables like passion, or intimacy, that no doubt change and morph over time.

She questions the idea that love is something that is innate to human existence, rather, she recognizes that like anything else love is something that has to be taught.  To her it ends up being the combination of open and honest care, “affection, responsibility, respect, commitment, and trust.”  To love is a choice like any other, it’s a creative process, it’s not innate.  We also have no formal ways of teaching love in our society, and think that this instruction should be done in the family, so most people get it all fucked up.  Especially men, sorry dudes.

I recently vehemently disagreed with a female anthropologist who was doing her studies on the subject of masculinity.  She wanted to do something to change the way men perceived themselves, something to encourage them to occupy more roles than the “limited number” they currently occupy in our society.  ”Why does a woman need to do this work,” I insisted.  ”Shouldn’t guys be doing their own goddamned clean up for once!”  I also figured that no man would listen to a woman’s investigation of masculinity even if she tried, cause guys hate it when girls tell them what to do.  I told this grad student I thought her work was silly, and practically dismissed the discipline of anthropology as a result (Yes, I make firm and sweeping judgments that are often…well, wrong.  My bad.).

And then I read chapter three of All About Love, titled Honesty: Be True to Love, and I kind of kicked myself.  It starts with this John Welwood quote :

When we reveal ourselves to our partner and find that this brings healing rather than harm, we make an important discovery – that intimate relationship can provide a sanctuary from the world of facades, a sacred space where we can be ourselves, as we are….This kind of unmasking – speaking our truth, sharing our inner struggles, and revealing our raw edges – is sacred activity, which allows two souls to meet and touch more deeply.

Word.  This is why I make art, this is why I have female friends, but I am just now having my first experiences like this with men, where revealing myself hasn’t led to ridicule, or shaming, or some type of exploitation.  I am learning a lot of important things right now.

Hooks draws from John Bradshaw’s work, which attempts to find “the link between male domination (the institutionalization of patriarchy) and the lack of love in families….Bradshaw believes that ending patriarchy is one step in the direction of love.”  So I am going to focus on chapter three, a chapter about honesty and an analysis of dishonesty (lying) in men and how that is associated with domination over women.

I find this important to talk about because although I have throughout my life been what some people might call a dirty cheater, I have never, ever lied about it or done it to grab or hold some kind of power.  Or at least I don’t think that’s what motivated me.  My cheating was never done with the intention to deceive, in fact, I always admitted to my transgressions as soon after they occurred.  They were acts of emptiness and done with the intention to fill up the spaces created by a deep loss.

I have words for my feelings thanks to Judith Viorst:

Severe separations in early life leave emotional scars on the brain because they assault the essential human connection:  The [parent-child] bond which teaches us that we are lovable.  The [parent-child] bond which teaches us how to love.  We cannot be whole human beings – indeed, we may find it hard to be human – without the sustenance of this first attachment.

I’ve been feeling not human for a while now.  I went through a period where I had to declare to everyone how not human I felt.  People looked at me strangely during this phase saying, “but you are” and I insisted that somehow, I was not.  I now feel justified.

Over the past few years I’ve been on many sides of all kinds of men’s lies.  I’ve been the other woman without knowing it (one of the main reasons why I no longer desire one night stands and casual dating.  Men fucking lie.).  I’ve been lied to through silence, and with words.  I’ve been lied to by men who I consider friends, men who I hardly know, and men that I’ve known for decades.  The lies come so frequently that I wonder if these men actually know who they are.  I try to get angry and push these people out of my life, but lying and manhood seem to be forcefully intertwined, and I want to love men, but I don’t know how to love and accept the dishonesty.

Another point hooks touches on is how lying is related to men trying to gain power over women.  One of my exes cheated on me during a time that my career was in a major stage of growth, and this private transgression served to create enough chaos that I couldn’t bear to stay in the same place as him.  He used deception to gain power and totally fucked up my balance.  My sense of self shattered, I’ve been picking up the pieces steadfastly. This book represents another piece.

So without anymore avoidance I’m about to type of the 20 pages that make up hooks chapter on truth and patriarchy.  Please read it faithfully and commit it to memory.  It will help you when you least expect it, trust me.

It is no accident that when we first learn about justice and fair play as children it is usually in a context where the issue is one of telling the truth.  The heart of justice is truth telling, seeing ourselves and the world the way it is rather than the way we want it to be.  In recent years sociologists and psychologists have documented the fact that we live in a nation where peopel are lying more and more each day.  Philosopher Sissela Bok’s book Lying: Moral Choice in Public and Private Life was among the first works to call attention to the grave extent to which lying has become accepted and commonplace in our daily interactions.  M. Scott Peck’s The Road LEss Traveled includes and entire section on lying.  In the Dance of Deception, Harriet Lerner, another widely read psychotherapist, calls attention to the way in which women are encouraged by sexist socializaion to pretend and manipulate, to lie as a way to please.  Lerner outline the various way in which constant pretense and lying alienate women from their true feelings, how it leads to depression and loss of self-awareness.

Lies are told about the most insignificant aspects of daily life.  When many of us are asked  basic questions, like How are you today? a lie is substituted for the truth.  Much of the lying people do in everyday life is done either to avoid conflict or to spare someone’s feelings.  Hence, if you are asked to come to dinner with someone whom you do not particularly like, you do not tell the truth or simply decline, you make up a story.  You tell a lie.  In such a situation it should be appropriate to simply decline in stating one’s reason for declining might unnecessarily hurt someone.

Lots of people learn how to lie in childhood.  Usually the being to lie to avoid punishment or to avoid disappointing or hurting an adult.  How may of us can vividly recall childhood moments where we courageously practiced the honesty we had been taught to value by our parents, only to find that they did not really mean for us to tell the truth all the time.  In far too many cases children are punished in circumstances where they respond with honesty to a question posed by an adult authority figure.  It is impressed on their consciousness early on, then, that telling the truth will cause pain.  And so they learn that lying is a way to avoid being hurt and hurting others.

Lots of children are confused y the insistence that they simultaneously be honest and yet also learn how to practice convenient duplicity.  As they mature they begin to see how often grown-ups lie.  They begin to see that few people around them tell the truth.  I was raised in a world where children were taught to tell the truth, but it did not take long for us to figure out that adults did not practice what they preached.  Among my siblings, those who learned how to tell polite lies or say what grown-ups wanted to hear were always more popular and more rewarded than those of us who told the truth.

Among any group of kids it is never clear why some quickly learn the fine art of dissimulations (that is taking on whatever appearance is needed to manipulate a situation) while other find it hard to mask true feeling.  Since pretense is such an expected aspect of childhood play, it is a perfect context for mastering the art of dissimulation.  Concealing the truth is often a fun part of childhood play, yet when it becomes a common practice it is a dangerous prelude to lying all the time.

Sometimes children are fascinated with lying because they see the power it give them over adults.  Imagine: A little girl goes to school and tell her teacher she is adopted, knowing all the while that this is not true.  She revels in the attention received, both the sympathy and the understanding offered as well as the frustration and anger of ther parents when the teacher calls to talk about this newly discovered information.  A friend of mine who lies a lot tells me she loves fooling people and making them act on knowledge that only she knows is untrue; she is ten years old.

When I was her age I was frightened by lies. They confused me and they created confusion.  Other kids poked fun at me because I was not good at lying.  In the one truly violent episode between my mother and father, he accused her of lying to him.  Then there was the night an older sister lid and said she was baby-sitting when she was actually out a date.  As he hit her, our father kept yelling “Don’t you lie to me!”  When the violence of his response created in us a terror of the consequences of lying, it did not alter the reality that we knew he did not always tell the truth.  His favorite way of lying was withholding.  His motto was “just remain silent” when asked questions, “then you will not get caught in a lie.”

The men I have loved have always lied to avoid confrontation or take responsibility for inappropriate behavior.  In Dorothy Dinnerstein’s groundbreaking book The Mermaid and the Minotaur: Sexual Arrangements and Human Malaise, she shares the insight that when a little boy learns that his powerful mother, who controls his life, really has no power within the patriarchy, in confuses him and causes rage.  Lying becomes one of the strategic ways he can “act out” and render his mother powerless.  Lying enables him to manipulate the mother ever as he exposes her lack of power.  This makes him feel more powerful.

Males learn to lie as a way of obtaining power, and females not only do the same but they also lie to pretend powerlessness.  In her work Harriet Lerner talks about the way in which patriarchy upholds deception, encouraging women to present a false self to men and vice versa.  In Dory Hollander’s 101 Lies Men Tell Women, she confirms that while both women and men lie, her data the findings of other researchers indicate that “men tend to lie more and with more devastating consequences.”  For many young males the earliest experiences of power over others comes from the thrill of lying to more powerful adults and getting away with it.  Lots of men shared with me that it was difficult for them to tell the truth if they saw that it would hurt a loved one.  Significantly, the lying many boys learn to do to avoid huring Mom or whomever becomes so habitual that it becomes hard for them to distinguish a lie from the truth.  The behavior carries over into adulthood.

Often, mem who would never think of lying in the workplace lie constantly in intimate relationships.  This seems to be especially the case for heterosexual men who see women as gullible.  Many men confess that they lie because they can get away with it; their lies are forgiven.  To understand why male lying is more accepted in our lives we have to understand the way in which power and privilege are accorded men simply because they are males within a patriarchal culture.  The very concept of “being a man” and a “real man” has always implied that when necessary men can take action that breaks the rules, that is above the law.  Patriarchy tell us daily through movies, television, and magazines that men of power can do whatever they want, that it’s this freedom that makes them men.  The message given males is that to be honest is to be “soft.”  The ability to be dishonest and indifferent to the consequences makes a male hard, separates the men from the boys.

John Stoltenberg’s book The End of Manhood: A Book for Men of Conscience analyzes the extent to which the masculine identity offered men as the ideal in patriarchal culture is one that requires all males to invent and invest in a false self.  From the moment little boys are taught they should not cry or express hurt, feelings of loneliness, or pain, that they must be tough, they are learning how to mask true feelings.  In worst-case scenarios they are learning how to not feel anything ever.  These lessons are usually taught to males by other males and sexist mothers.  Even boys raised in the most progressive, loving households, where parents encourage them to express emotions, learn a different understanding about masculinity and feelings on the playground, in the classroom, playing sports, or watching television.  They may end up choosing patriarchal masculinity to be accepted by other boys and affirmed by male authority figures.

In his important work Rediscovering Masculinity, Victor Seidler stresses: “We learn to use language as boys, we very quickly learn how to conceal ourselves through language.  We learn to ‘master’ language so that we can control the world around us….Even though we learn to blame others for our unhappiness and misery in relationships we also know at some unspoken level how our masulinity has been limited and injured as we touch the hurt and pain of realizing how little we seem to feel about anything….”  Estrangement from feelings makes it easier or men to lie because they are often in a trance state, utilizing survival strategies of asserting manhood that they learned as boys.  This inability to connect with others carries with it an inability to assume responsibility for causing pain.  This denial is most evident in cases where meen seek to justify extreme violence toward those less powerful, usually women, by suggesting they are the ones who are really victimized by females.

Regardless of the intensity of the male masquerade, inwardly many men see themselves as the victims of lovelessness.  Like everyone, they learned as children to believe that love would be present in their lives.  Although so many boys are taught to behave as though love does not matter, in their hearts they yearn for it.  That yearning does not go away simply because they become men.  Lying, as one form of acting out, is a way that articulate ongoing rage at the failure of love’s promise.  To embrace patriarchy, they must actively surrender to longing to love.

Patriarchal masculinity requires of boys and men not only that they see themselves as more powerful and superior to women but that they do whatever it takes to maintain their controlling position.  This is one of the reasons men, more so than women, use lying as a means of gaining power in relationships.  A commonly accepted assumption in a patriarchal culture is that love can be present in a situation where one group of individual dominates another.  Many people believe men can dominate women and children yet still be loving.  Psychoanalyst Carl Jung insightfully emphasized the truism that “where the will to power is paramount love will be lacking.”  Talk to any group of women about their relationships with men, no matter their race or class, and you will hear stories about the will to power, about the way men use lying, and that includes withholding information, as a way to control and subordinate.

It is no accident that greater cultural acceptance of lying in this society coincided with women gaining  greater social equality.  Early on in the feminist movement women insisted that men had the upper hand, because they usually controlled the finances.  Now that women’s earning power has greatly increased (though it is not on par with men’s),  and women are more economically independent, men who want to maintain dominance must deploy subtler strategies to colonize and disempower them.  Even the wealthiest professional women can be “brought down” by being in a relationship where she longs to be loved and is consistently lied to.  To the degree that she trusts her male companion, lying and other forms of betrayal will most likely shatter her self-confidence and self-esteem.

Allegiance to male domination requires of men who embrace this thinking (and man, if not most, do) that they maintain dominance over women “by any means necessary.”  While much cultural attention is give to domestic violence and practically everyone agrees it is wrong for men to hit women as a way of subordinating us, most men use psychological terrorism as a way to subordinate women.  This is a socially acceptable form of coercion.  And lying is one of the most powerful weapons in this arsenal.  When men lie to women, presenting a false self, the terrible price they pay to maintain “power over” us is the loss of their capacity to give and receive love.  Trust is the foundation of intimacy.  When lies erode trust, genuine connection connot take place.  While men who dominate others can and do experience ongoing care, they place a barrier between themselves and the experience of love.

All visionary male thinkers challenging male domination insist that men can return to love only by repudiating the will to dominate.  In The End of Manhood, Stoltenburg continually emphasizes that men can honor their own selfhood only through loving justice.  He asserts: “Justice between people is perhaps the most important connection people can have.”  Loving justice for themselves and others enables men to break the chokehold of patriarchal masculinity.  In the chapter titled “How We Can Have Better Relationships with the Women in Our Lives,” Stoltenberg writes: “Loving justice between a man and a woman does not stand a chance when other men’s manhood matters more.  When a man has decided to love manhood more than justice, there are predictable consequences in all his relationships with women….Learning to live as a man of conscience means deciding that your loyalty to the people whom you love is always more important than whatever lingering loyalty you may sometimes feel to other men’s judgment on your manhood.”  When men and women are loyal to ourselves and others, when we love justice, we understand fully the myriad ways in which lying diminishes and erodes the possibility of meaningful, caring connection, that it stands in the way of love.

Since the values and behavior of men are usually the standards by which everyone in our culture determines what is acceptable, it is important to understand the condoning lying is and essential component of patriarchal thinking for everyone.  Men are by no means the only group who use lies as a way of gaining power over others.  Indeed, if patriarchal masculinity estranges men from their selfhood, it is equally true that women who embrace patriarchal femininity, the insistence that females should act as though they are weak, incapable of rational thought, dumb, silly, are also socialized to wear a mask – to lie.  This is one of the primary themes in Lerner’s The Dance of Deception.  With shrewd insight she calls women to account for tour participation in structures of pretense and lies – particularly within family life.  Women are often comfortable lying to men in order to manipulate them to give us things we feel we want or deserve.  We may lie to bolster a male’s self-esteem.  These lies may take the form of pretending to feel emotions we do not feel to pretending levels of emotional vulnerability and neediness that are false.

Heterosexual women are often schooled by other women in the art of lying to men as a way to manipulate.  Many examples of the support that female receive for lying concern the desire to mate and bear children.  When I longed to have a baby and my male partner at the time was not ready, I was stunned by the number of women who encouraged me to disregard his feelings, to go ahead without telling him.  They felt it was find to deny a child the right to be desired by both female and male biological parents.  (No deception is involved when a woman has a child with a sperm donor, as in such a case there is no visible male parent to reject or punish an unwanted child.)  It disturbed me that women I respected did not take the need for male parenting seriously or believe that it was as important for a man to wat to parent as a woman.  Whether we like it or not we still live in a world where children want to know who their father are and, when they can, go in search of absent fathers.  I could not imagine bringing a child into the world whose father might reject him or her because he did not desire a child in the first place.

Growing up in the fifties, in the days before adequate birth control, every female was acutely conscious of the way unwanted pregnancies could alter the course of a woman’s life.  Still, it was clear then that there were girls who hoped for pregnancy to emotionally bind individual males to them forever.  I thought those days were long gone.  Yet even in the ear of social equality between the sexes I hear stories of females choosing to get pregnant when a relationship is rocky as a way of forcing the male to remain in their life or in the hope of forcing marriage.  More than we think, some men feel extremely bound to a woman when she gives birth to a child they have fathered.  The fact that men succumb to being lied to and manipulated when the issue is biological parenting does not make it right or just.  men who accept being lied to and manipulated are not only abdicating their power, they are setting up a situation where they can “blame” women or justify woman-hating.

This is another case where lying is used to gain power over someone, to hold them against their will.  Harriet Lerner reminds readers that honesty is one one aspect of truth telling – that it is equated with “moral excellence: an absence of deception or fraud.”  The mask of patriarchal “femininity” often renders women’s deceptions acceptable.  However, when women lie we lend credence to age-old sexist stereotypes that suggest women are inherently, by virtue of being female, less capable of truth telling.  The origins of this sexist stereotype extend back to the ancient stories of Adam and Eve, of Eve’s willingness to lie to even God.

It is possible to speak with our heart directly.  Most ancient cultures know this.  We can actually converse with our heart as if it were a good friend.  In modern life we have become so busy with our daily affairs and thoughts that we have lost the essential art of taking time to converse with our heart.  - Jack Kornfield


The·Transformation…

I’m not sure why the female sexuality class I’m taking isn’t mandatory for every woman.  I never took any women’s studies classes in college because the women who I knew who were taking them seemed smug, and I doubted that my views would be equally represented.  I imagined having to fight to be heard and even then, not being understood.  These were my fears.

The range of topics we’ve covered is breathtaking.  I’m so happy I made the commitment.  This week we are talking about power and privilege, which in reality, is what Confederate Articles is all about.

It’s about me finding my power in a culture where none of my physical identifiers are seen as privileged.

I was assigned to read The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action by Audre Lorde for class this week.  It’s an amazing piece, so I thought I would share it.

This speech by Audre Lorde was originally delivered at the Lesbian and Literature panel of the Modern Language Association’s December 28, 1977 meeting. It was then published in many of Audre’s books, including “The Cancer Journals” and “Sister Outsider.” It contains a poem that was originally published in Audre’s “The Black Unicorn” (1978).

This is the version appearing in “The Cancer Journals,” published 1980 by spinsters press.

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I would like to preface my remarks on the transformation of silence into language and action with a poem. The title of it is “A Song For Many Movements” and this reading is dedicated to Winnie Mandela. Winnie Mandela is a South African freedom fighter who is in exile somewhere in South Africa. She had been in prison and had been released and was picked up again after she spoke out against the recent jailing of black school children who were singing freedom songs and who were charged with public violence… “A Song for Many Movements.”

Nobody wants to die on the way
and caught between ghosts of whiteness
and the real water
none of us wanted to leave
our bones
on the way to salvation
three planets to the left
a century of light years ago
our spices are separate and particular
but our skins sine in complimentary keys
at a quarter to eight mean time
we were telling the same stories
over and over and over.

Broken down gods survive
in the crevasses and mudpots
of every beleaguered city
where it is obvious
there are too many bodies
to cart to the ovens
or gallows
and our uses have become
more important than our silence
after the fall
too many empty cases
of blood to bury or burn
there will be no body left
to listen
and our labor
has become more important
than our silence

Our labor has become
more important
than our silence.

I have come to believe over and over again that what is most important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared, even at the risk of having it bruised or misunderstood. That the speaking profits me, beyond any other effect. I am standing here as a black lesbian poet, and the meaning of all that waits upon the fact that I am still alive, and might not have been. Less than two months ago, I was told my two doctors, one female and one male, that I would have to have breast surgery, and that there was a 60 to 80 percent chance that the tumor was malignant. Between the telling and the actual surgery, there was a three week period of the agony of and involuntary reorganization of my entire life. The surgery was completed, and the growth was benign.

But within those three weeks, I was forced to look upon myself and my living with a harsh and urgent clarity that has left me still shaken but much stronger. This is a situation faced by many women, by some of you here today. Some of what I experienced during that time has helped elucidate for me much of what I feel concerning the transformation of silence into language and action.

In becoming forcibly and essentially aware of my own mortality, and of what I wished and wanted for in my life, however short it might be, priorities and omissions became strongly etched in a merciless light and what I most regretted were my silences. Of what had ever been afraid? To question or to speak as I believed I would have meant pain, or death. But we all hurt in so many different ways, all the time, and pain will either change or end. Death, on the other hand, is the final silence. And that might be coming quickly, now, without regard for whether I had ever spoken what needed to be said, or only betrayed myself into small silences, while I planned someday to speak, or waited for someone else’s words. And I began to recognize a source of power within myself that comes from the knowledge that while it is most desirable not to be afraid, learning to put fear into a perspective gave me great strength.

I was going to die, if not sooner then later, whether or not I had ever spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you. But for every real word spoken, for every attempt I had ever made to speak those truths for which I am still seeking, I had made contact with other women while we examined the words to fit a world in which we all believed, bridging our differences. And it was the concern and caring of all those women which gave me strength and enabled me to scrutinize the essentials of my living.

The women who sustained me through that period were black and white, old and young, lesbian, bisexual, and heterosexual, and we all shared a war against the tyrannies of silence. They all gave me a strength and concern without which I could not have survived intact. Within those weeks of acute fear came the knowledge– within the war we are all waging with the forces of death, subtle, and otherwise, conscious or not– I am not only a casualty, I am also a warrior.

What are the words you do not have yet? What do you need to say? What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence? Perhaps for some of you here today, I am the face of one of your fears. Because I am a woman, because I am black, because I am myself, a black woman warrior poet doing my work, come to ask you, are you doing yours?

And, of course, I am afraid– you can hear it in my voice– because the transformation of silence into language and action is an act of self-revelation and that always seems fraught with danger. But my daughter, when I told her of our topic and my difficulty with it, said, “tell them about how you’re never really a whole person if you remain silent, because there’s always that one little piece inside of you that wants to be spoken out, and if you keep ignoring it, it gets madder and madder and hotter and hotter, and if you don’t speak it out one day it will just up and punch you in the mouth.”

On the cause of silence, each one of us draws her own fear– fear of contempt, of censure, or some judgment, or recognition, of challenge, of annihilation. But most of all, I think, we fear the visibility without which we also cannot truly live. Within this country where racial difference creates a constant, if unspoken, distortion of vision, black women have on one hand always been highly visible, and so, on the other hand, have been rendered invisible through the depersonalization of racism. Even within the women’s movement, we have had to fight and still do, for that very visibility which also renders us most vulnerable, our blackness. For to survive in the mouth of this dragon we call america, we have had to learn this first and most vital lesson– that we were never meant to survive. Not as human beings. And neither were most of you here today, black or not. And that visibility which makes you most vulnerable is also our greatest strength. Because the machine will try to grind us into dust anyway, whether or not we speak. We can sit in out corners mute forever while our sisters and ourselves are wasted, while our children are distorted and destroyed, while our earth is poisoned, we can sit in our safe corners as mute as bottles, and still we will be no less afraid.

In my house this year we are celebrating the feast of Kwanza, the African-American festival of harvest which begins the day after Christmas and lasts for seven days. There are seven principles of Kwanza, one for each day. The first principle is Umoka, which means unity, the decision to strive for and maintain unity in the self and community. The principle for yesterday, the second day, was Kujichagulia– self-determination– the decision to define ourselves, name ourselves, and speak for ourselves, instead of being spoken for by others (emphasis mine). Today is the third day of Kwanza and the principle for today is Ujima– collective work and responsibility– the decision to build and maintain ourselves and our communities together and to recognize and solve our problems together.

Each of us is here now because in one way or another we share a commitment to language and to the power of language, and to the reclaiming of that language which has been made to work against us. In the transformation of silence into language and action, it is vitally necessary to teach by living and speaking those truths which we believe and know beyond understanding. Because in this way alone we can survive, by taking part in a process of life that is creative and continuing, that is growth.

And it is never without fear; of visibility, of the harsh light of scrutiny and perhaps of judgment, of pain, of death. But we have lived through all of those already, in silence, except death. And I remind myself all the time now, that if I was to have been born mute or had maintained an oath of silence my whole life long for safety, I would still have suffered, and I would still die. It is very good for establishing perspective.

And where the words of women are crying to be heard, we must each of us recognize our responsibility to seek those words out, to read them and share them and examine them in their pertinence to our lives. That we not hide behind the mockeries of separations that have been imposed upon us and which so often we accept as our own: for instance, “I can’t possibility teach black women’s writing– their experience is so different than mine,” yet how many years have your spent teaching Plato and Shakespeare and Proust? Or another: “She’s a white woman, what could he possibly have to say to me?” Or, “She’s a lesbian, what would my husband say, or my chairman?” Or again, “This woman writes of her sons and I have no children.” And all the other endless ways in which we rob ourselves of ourselves and each other.

We can learn to work and speak when we are afraid in the same way we have learned to work and speak when we are tired. For we have been socialized to respect fear more than our own needs for language and definition, and while we wait in silence for that final luxury of fearlessness, the weight of that silence will choke us.

The fact that we are here and that I speak not these words is an attempt to break that silence and bridge some of those differences between us, for it is not difference which immobilizes us, but silence. And there are so many silences to be broken.


Theories·of·Love |If the Buddha Dated|

A few months back I wrote about a book called Soul Love.  The book’s cover is bright pink with the picture of a glittering jewel in the middle.  My coworkers made fun of me for taking, what they considered a ridiculous publication, so seriously.  I fucking loved that book.  It helped me understand some of the thoughts and feelings I’d had earlier in the year while trying to listen to my body and emotional center.  If love is what I want, I am willing to go down any pink, glittery path to find it.

In this moment I can honestly say that yes, I want to in a significant, romantic relationship at some point in my life.  I’m finally in a place where I feel confident about what I’m doing.  I’m not resisting myself anymore, and I think a lot of great things are about to start happening because of the new relationship I have with myself.  I have a better idea of what I can control and what I can’t.  I have a good idea of what my weaknesses are.  Here are the top 8.

1.  I tend to be averse to change/want change all the time.  Even I am confused by this.  How is it possible that I feel both ways?  I have at times felt really insecure about letting people flow in and out of my life.  At other times I’ve been the person who hops from place to place.  Unpredictability reminds me of death, but so does routine.  I am getting used to the constancy of change, in fact, it’s the only thing that’s helped me stay in one place and take the necessary steps to develop my art practice.  When I stopped moving I realized that everything around me still was.  It was like going from being a little, nomadic planet, to being the life-giving sun.      

2.  I’m impatient.  I’ve rediscovered my good instincts, and I trust them.  Also I have a clear idea about what I want, so sometimes I have a hard time accepting how long it’s taken me to actually get there.  Gaaaaah, it’s frustrating for me.

3.  I’m always right, and I’ll tell you what I think, and I don’t care how it makes you feel.  I tend to be a bit more insensitive than I’d like to believe, but I think this has something to do with being aware of possible outcomes and wanting to tell people what I’ve seen happen in similar situations.  I have to remember to be compassionate and to let everyone experience life on their own terms.  Maybe their story is different from the one’s I’ve seen and heard.

4.  Ambiguity feels like torture – except in art.  Maybe that’s why I have to be an artist, it means I’m always bumping up against this edge.

5.  I like to curse.

6.  I still don’t shower enough…for American sensibilities.  I’d be fine anywhere else.  My parents were never big about making me bathe.  As a child I was only made to once every two weeks.  If I could get away with this still, I would.

7.  I tend to be a messy eater/maker/doer.  I call myself a messy baby.  If I’m making something it’s no fun unless I make a mess.  I like to spread the mess out as far as possible before cleaning it up.  I call this “taking up real estate.”  This applies mainly to cooking and sewing.  I like to spread out.  My hands have to get into it, it’s not good unless they’re covered in it.  Also, I’ve been spilling a lot of rum lately, and not into my mouth.  I like to eat in bed, so that means there are often crumbs in the sheets and blankets.  Like now.  Just ate some granola and that shit is everywhere.  This doesn’t bother me at all.

8.  In the emotional world I tend to withhold crucial information until it forcibly bursts from my mouth or fingers – like this blog.  I’m wanting to change this.  I’ve been trying harder to voice concerns as they come up.  This makes things better.

I know that relationships are not always cake.  I listen to too many of my friends who are in them, complain. I know that I will mostly likely not have some kind of magically perfect, instantly harmonious, love affair.

I want to share my journey with someone who loves and cares about me because I think it would enrich my life in beautiful and challenging ways.  I want to be with someone who wants to be with me, who is excited about being with me, and is not cowardly about love.  I think I know what this will feel like when it happens.  I want the opportunity to trust someone who knows my vulnerabilities.  I want to have a partner in crime, someone who is playful, someone who has a life plan, but doesn’t necessarily take themselves too seriously.  It is necessary that they are into giving and more importantly, can receive with grace and happiness.  Oh, and they can’t be into drinking or drugs.  As much as I want to learn how to accept and love someone for who they are, those habits are deal breakers.

I’ve learned how to recognize and interpret my emotions, and have improved my communication skills during the past year or so of dating, sexing, and  generally slutting around town.  These experiences have been invaluable, and I see them the foundation of future romantic interactions.  I still encounter challenging situations, but I eventually figure out what is going on, mostly by listening to my body.  My relationship and reactions to food are especially good indicators of stress, tension, and unease.  I always take steps to reset my emotional compass as soon as I become aware of such signals.

I can’t say that I’ve ever in my life wanted a relationship for the reasons I mentioned above.  I’ve wanted most of the relationships I’ve had out of fear – fear of being alone, fear of dying alone, fear of not being able to take care of myself, fear of rejection, fear of saying no, just to mention a few.  I’m not sure I’ve ever entered into a relationship out of of a desire for love.  I want love – rather, I have a lot of love in my life right now and I want someone who will appreciate where I am coming from.  I finally feel like I have a modest understanding of who I am and what I want.  I feel like I understand what’s most important in my life.  Also, I finally see evidence that I’ve done some major growing.

I’m appreciative of all the tears I’ve shed, and look forward to there being more.  As long as there’s happiness, there will be tears. I am also very grateful for my faith.  I’ve considered myself a Buddhist for just over two years now.  This practice has significantly changed the way I see the world and myself.  I don’t talk about my faith a lot because I grew up Jehovah’s Witness and was forcibly made to talk about religion all the time, mostly while knocking on angry strangers’ doors at 7:00am on Saturday mornings.  I only did this because I knew there would be donuts at the end  I was bribed!  My evangelizing days are over.  I think of my faith in the same way I think about my orgasms, for my enjoyment alone.  If I share either of these things with you I probably hold you in high esteem.

Perhaps I need to reevaluate how I express both orgasms and faith.  Holding back on faith seems especially selfish.  I think everyone needs encouragement, and religion and faith practices are great starting places.  Despite my upbringing, I hold nothing against any religion, and I like exploring and learning about different belief systems.  They all hold kernels of wisdom, though many of them fail by asserting that there is only one correct path/that women are inferior.  I take the pieces I like from each, and leave the other bullshit behind.

My friend Allyse, who’s also a Buddhist, recently let me borrow a book called If the Buddha Dated.  I always like to share a few snippets from the books I read, so I will retype a few of my favorite pages from this one.  I like doing this, it helps me cement the information to memory.

Chapter 12 | Seek A True Equal

The objective of two lovers is almost the same; to find meaning in their individual lives and in their life together.

-Paul Pearsall, Sexual Healing

According to the I Ching, love relationships thrive when both partners support, trust, and yield to the other partner’s path.  Adaptability, devotion, and unconditional support given in equal measure to each other bring the essence of equality.  Equality does not mean unisex or androgyny, or being the same; rather, it reflects two people who adore each other, and give wholeheartedly from a well-developed sense of self.  Men need to appreciate themselves as men, women as women.  Whether we are heterosexual, bisexual, gay, or lesbian, we need to come together and be aware of who we are in order to feel a powerful interchange of love and honesty connecting us in a river of spirit.

Our degree of equality can be measured in many ways – money, power, looks, or status.  It can also reflect our levels of personal power – the ability to articulate feelings, say what we want, and maintain values in the face of pressure from others.  Equality can also relate to the level of commitment to a spiritual path – a willingness to grow, reflect, and face our fears.  But most important, in an intimate relationship it’s the perception of equality that is a determining factor.

Equality doesn’t need to mean that both people earn the same amount of money, have equal status, or are equally good-looking.  It means they value each other as equals when it comes to making plans, making love, or making decisions.  They have an equal voice.  One does not sacrifice himself, or herself, to the other.  They adore and appreciate each other equally.  They may contribute differently to the relationship, but they are equal in feeling responsible for keeping the partnership alive and growing.  (I do have one personal bias however, which is that to be genuinely equal, both people need to know they can support themselves financially so they know they have the option to leave the relationship.)

The reasons for creating an equal union are many.  The first is to release both people from fear.  When people feel subordinate or dependent, they start to fear being left by they partner.  Then, to prevent this, they start to monitor their words, hold back, and attune to the other person’s perceived needs instead of to their own truth.  (They also end up harboring an unspoken rage which is expressed covertly – the well-placed dig, “forgetting” to keep agreements, mocking one’s partner, and so on.)  People who are in the dominant position fear they are loved only for their wealth, status, or position, and that if their partner were a true equal, he or she would leave.

A second reason for equality is that in a thriving relationship, both people evolve by being mindful of their own behavior. In an unequal relationship, because the subordinate mate acquiesces and complies, the dominant one is never challenged to reflect on him or herself.  There is little or no growth, flexibility, or melting in to the shared heart – no forming of the “us” bond that brings two people into spiritual union.

A third reason for having equal relationships is that inequality usually results in dull, routine, vacuous relationships, because inequality often reflects a desire for security – for settling into well-defined roles rather than expanding our limits.  If the energy doesn’t flow freely within us, it won’t flow freely between us.

Another great reason for equality is that it keeps sex alive.  The surest way to dampen passion and sexual attractions is for one person to take on a parent role and attempt to protect, fix, change, or repair the other.  Likewise, if one person acts like a child, asking permission and advice and always deferring to the other, there can be no equality.  If we want to keep the fire glowing, we have to be free, open, and honest with each other, something inherently impossible when people feel unequal.

Two equal people can become allies in exploring the layers of false beliefs that cover their essence.  They can journey side by side, taking off their costumes, revealing themselves completely and moving toward a relationship that flows from their essential goodness.

When we bond at the level of spirit or essence, we start to taste the sweetness of unity and joy.  We feel safe enough to merge with each other, creating a shared body of love that gives us a glimpse into the magnificent oneness of the universe.  At this spiritual level of connections we are not only equal, we are the same energy.  Our tenderness for out beloved became a caress of our own heart.

13 | Explore The Ways You Bond

We bond on many levels.  From physical appearance, values, interests, talent, and temperament, we feel drawn to someone.  The more our connection is grounded in spirituality, the better the chance of a lively, vital relationship.

A spiritual connection is when we relate to each other through our highest, wisest self, with truth, compassion, and an open heart. 

To explore levels of bonding, read thorough the following sections and think back on previous relationships as well as the relationship you’d like to create.  On what levels did you bond?  What worked well for you?  What was missing?  Then, as you meet new people, notice at which levels you connect.  Often we start with the earlier levels and gradually include more and more levels and we progress toward a spiritual bond.  (I have not included sexual bonding here.  It deserves a separate chapter because it pervades all levels of connecting.)

1.  Physical/Material

2.  Intellect

3.  Interests

4.  Values/Lifestyle

5.  Psychological/Emotional

6.  Creativity/Passion

7.  Spirituality

8.  Essence

As you read over the following descriptions of bonding and the illustrative real-life personal as, note what levels feel familiar to you.  Some people find this exploration sheds light on the difficulties in past relationships.  Other people find it an affirmation of what they already know.  What’s important to remember is that the future is long and the high of new romance is fleeting.  In many troubled relationships, people simply did not think through their values, interests, or dreams before choosing a mate.

1.  Physical/material.  Physical and material bonding are based on projected images and roles – looks, hair color, status, money and possessions.  We want people to fit our fantasies or scripts.  I want a wife.  I want someone with money.  I want a woman who is thin, young, and has long hair.  I want someone with black hair and swarthy skin.  At the same time, if we remember the our image of an attractive person is simply that – an image – we can step back and be open to people who don’t fit our image.  If you look through the personals ads, you will see how prevalent this level of bonding is in our culture.

2.  Intellect.  The intellect can be the servant of the ego or the spirit.  When our intelligence is the servant of spirit, it becomes wisdom.  We explore ideas and teachings in the interest of opening up our creativity, being able to solve problems and contribute to each other.  The ideas are the means rather than the end.

When intellect serves ego, we believe our ideas are real and a significant measure of our worth.  We use information and knowledge to impress people, defend beliefs, win points, and assert our power.  But we can get all A’s or teach at a university and lack wisdom or compassion.  When the intellect serves the ego , people are often serious, righteous, and distant.  

3.  Interests.  People often connect initially through shared interest.  They belong to a hiking club or meet people at a dance or in a bowling league.  Interest can include movies, cooking, hunting, sports, events, music, hiking, baking, camping, skiing, travel, museums, dancing, and so on.  Shared interests can bring intense mutual pleasure that heightens the joy of being together.  If you are your partner’s interests are poles apart, you need to ask yourself whether you are willing to do the things you enjoy alone or with other friends.  Can you accept you partner sharing many of his or her passions with other people?  Will you both have the strength not to sacrifice what brings you pleasure in order to placate your partner?  On the other hand, shared interest are a building block but not the foundation for a bonded relationship.  Couples can fight and be lonely even when at a fancy resort, on a mountain top, or in a French cafe if they don’t have a spiritual bond.

4.  Values/lifestyle:  Values, which can be objective or subjective, permeate all levels of bonding.  They can be about material possessions, child-rearing practices, lifestyle, eating, religion, or spiritual beliefs.  they can reflect the way we spend time, contribute to our community, and get together socially with others.  In addition, values can include qualities such as kindness, openness, honesty, and sensitivity.

We need to be honest with ourselves about the values that matter to us.  If someone we are dating does not share with us certain cherished values, we can’t ever count on the being there.  Remember, there’s a long life after the rosy glow of romance fades.  What’s going to happen when you want to live in the city and have children, and he wants to live in the country and raise goats?  What’s going to happen if you like hiking and camping and he likes luxurious hotels?  If you are immersed in a spiritual practice and your partner isn’t interested, how will that affect your daily conversations?  Are the difference negotiable or will one of you be forced to submerge your interests and sacrifice your dreams?  And which partner will do the accommodating?  These may seem like boring thoughts when you’re in love, but values run deep and don’t change easily.  That’s why it’s important to decide which are crucial and which can be negotiated or are not of great importance.  Sometimes even though we love someone, we’re not a good match because our values and lifestyle desires are so different it will require enormous compromise on one person’s part.

5.  Psychological/Emotional.  A healthy psychological bond means we are honest with each other, verbally and nonverbally.  Our ability to be honest is related to the accessibility and flow of our emotions, our freedom from all the stories we’ve made up about ourselves, and our ability to attune to each other, and relate from our essence.  Our psychological development also reveals itself in our ability to articulate our needs and feelings, and to not worry excessively about our partner’s reactions to us.  A psychological bond takes time to develop.  Through shared experiences, we start to know each other’s habits, joys, and passions.  We become adept at making plans and settling differences.  We treat each other tenderly, resisting all urges to exploit our knowledge of the other’s weak spots.

6.  Creativity/Passion.  Creativity is the manifestation of spirit coming through us, permeating our lives with curiosity, fascinations, imagination, and originality.  Whether it’s expressed by making love, playing an instrument, cooking a fish, singing a lullaby, arranging furniture, solving a problem, or fixing things, creativity brings a playful effervescence to a relationship.  It’s as if two people and their muses join together for the delight and pleasure of mutually creating something they couldn’t bring into being on their own.  One plus one equals far more than two.  Such collaboration can be tremendously personal and intimate because our spirit and soul are revealed through our creativity.

7.  Spirituality.  A spiritual bond is created through a wholehearted commitment to completely know ourselves, to be changed, transformed, and affected by another person.  Through the revealed heart we create the shared heart.  Although we are committed to our own path, we surrender to the relationship.  There is I, You, and Us.  Like two drops of water uniting in the ocean, we exist as ourselves, as a couple, and as part of something greater.  A spiritual bond allows couples to drink each other in, to attune to each other’s vibration.  Often we become telepathic and able to anticipate what the other is thinking or needing.

People with a spiritual union treat their bond like a luminous jewel.  Differences or conflict are embraced as something to solve, not cause of attack.  The goal is to return to unity, not to win.  When loss or trauma shadows their lives, their bond supports them and they can embrace each other rather than creating distance between them.  The union is a continual source of gratitude.  People give through tender eyes, honestly, kindness, hiding nothing, demanding nothing, and wanting only what is given in love.  Just as Jesus of Nazareth said “Be in the world but not of it,” these couples know how to be in a relationship, but not of it.  They are each other’s hearts, and their relationship is in the heart of the Beloved.

8.  Essence.  Essence is simply being.  We live without mind, memory, or association of past experiences or teachings.  There is no separation, just a quiet connection to the still center within  us that is connected to that great void in the universe – an energy field beyond thoughts, beyond ego.  When we relate out of essence we are honest, kind, and compassionate.  We see people as they are without projections and idealization.  At the essence level we are a steady stream of consciousness alive to the moment, unconcerned about the past or future.

As we incorporate more levels of bonding – particularly the psychological, creative, and spiritual levels – we come closer to living out of our essence: our masks fall away, fear subsides, and we dance lightly on our journey, relishing the details of the passing moment.

I’m going to skip a few chapters in between, and move onto chapter 17.

17 | When to Trust the Power of Attraction

Most happy marriages are held together by a powerful and enduring sexual bond – even when partners do not fully realize it.

-Catherine Johnson, Lucky in Love

Attraction is an amazing phenomenon, a wondrous example of a complex interaction of mind and body.  You walk in a room feeling half bored, meet someone who excites you , and within minutes your energy perks up, your heart beats faster, you palms start to sweat, and you feel sexually aroused.  This is caused by a huge chain of biochemical responses that involves the hypothalamus, sympathetic nervous system, and pituitary glands, which work together to release epinephrine – the chemical that make us feel “turned on.”

There is much debate about falling in love.  You’re attracted to someone because he or she reflects your disowned traits, your wounded self, your desire to merge with an all-loving mother or god.  While this is part of the truth, it’s important to remember that we are hardwired as a species to fall in love so that we will mate.  That’s why sexual arousal is such a pleasurable sensation – it was created to ensure procreation.

Because falling in love is an intense biological experience, we often take leave of our neocortex – the part of our brain capable of reason, reflection and intelligence – to bask in the pleasurable feelings.  Unfortunately, our delight in romance and feeling “turned on” – the epinephrine rush – can lead us to mistake these sensations for love, and start a relationship with no more intelligence than two cats mating.  On the other hand, many enduring couples started with intense physical and sexual attraction for each other.  They definitely fell in lust before creating an enduring bond.

We need sexual chemistry and strong attraction to create a lasting fire with a partner (amen).  Catherine Johnson, author of Lucky in Love, a study of long-term happy relationships wrote, “Scratch the surface calm of these [happy] marriages and frequently a strong and vibrant sexuality, a clear sexual chemistry, soon revealed itself.  Certainly many, perhaps most, of these happy marriages began with a strong sexual attraction even if it had calmed over the years.”

While some of us have the luck to feel a strong attraction, fall in love and form a good relationship, others of us need to be a bit more wary of our sexual attractions.  We need to check if our hormones are working in concert with our heart and mind.

To decide on a mate, one of the most important decisions we will ever make, we are well advised to ask ourselves these key questions:

Am I attracted to this person out of an adult state, or a child state?

Am I attracted out of spirit, or ego?

Am I operating from hormones or heart, instinct or wisdom, or a combination of all of these?

In our adult state we seek a partner or spouse as a lover, helpmate, friend, and companion on the spiritual journey.  In our child state, we want someone to rescue us, make us feel important, and provide security, comfort, or a sexual high.  It’s from this childlike state that we fall into Cinderella and the Prince fantasies, and have illusory dreams of being “in love” forever.

Interestingly, according to Paul Pearsall, author of Sexual Healing, the biochemical response to constant infatuation, being “in-love,” or seeking a sexual high without an authentic personal connection leads us to produce large amounts of epinephrine, which creates chronic autonomic agitation or feelings of restlessness or nervousness.  This, in turn, can result in irritability, fatigue, and the breakdown of the immune system, leading to chronic anxiety and depression.  The experience is truly love-sickness.  When people get hooked on the epinephrine high and seek only the thrill, just about anyone will do.  Pearsall writes, “Hot reactive sex followed by cool feelings of regret or loneliness can eventually teach our immune system to be as…disconnected as we have been in our intimate decisions.”

On the other hand, when we create a mindful, loving, personal connection with another, and we are sexually attracted to that person, our bodies produce the hormone oxytocin, which contributes to feelings of intense closeness, trust, and sensual feelings.  Incidentally, oxytocin is the same hormone that is secreted when a mother nurses her baby.  According to Pearsall, “it’s the neurochemicals of intimate connection that also helps balance the immune system.”  It takes considerable periods of time in a growing, reciprocal, loving union for our bodies to stop creating epinephrine high and secrete oxytocin instead, which means that many people never have the experience of intense intimacy.”

When we combine the knowledge of our biochemistry with our spiritual knowledge, we can see that what is good for our spiritual journey is good for our relationships and for our immune system.  This is no separation between the three.  It’s as if our bodies are begging us to love well, use our intelligence, and be wise in our choices.

Our thoughts, feelings, cells, hormones, glands, consciousness, tenderness, compassion, sexuality, and integrity are like the pieces of a kaleidoscope interacting with each other, creating the design of who we are and how we feel.  The more they come together as an integrated whole, the more we can trust our attraction.

While many therapists and authors of relationship books suggest that the initial fire of a new relationship will inevitably shift into a more settled companionship that replaces sexual attraction, other in the field disagree.  If we choose a partner we are strongly attracted to and stay loyal to our spiritual journey by keeping kind and true to each other, sexual attraction can remain strong.  Indeed, it is the strong attraction that helps people see each other’s best traits.  This adoration for our partner, which helps us cherish each other, even our foibles, helps keep romantic feelings alive.  Most of the happy couples Johnson interviewed were still deeply in love, sexually attracted to each other and clearly living in the heart of the Beloved.  They had a grace, familiarity, adoration, and unmistakable sexual energy sparkling between them.

Guh, my forearms hurt from typing.

Here is a song from the 90′s to accompany the post.

Love and enjoy!


Re·formed

Woke up this morning to rain.  San Francisco usually has wet winters, but it’s been dry, sometimes summer-like.

I’m headed to Golden Gate Park today to get some time in with nature, but I thought I’d acknowledge the changes that are going on blogside before today’s adventuring.

At the recommendation of an experienced blogger and friend I decided not to spit my blog into a million tiny pieces, which I’ve been considering for a short while.  I get feedback every now and then that there is too much going on here and that the site is challenging to navigate.  I thought that busting things up might make it easier on current and future readers, but Julia said that the diversity of posts is what makes my blog interesting.  I’m excited that I’m not tearing apart what I’ve already made because I have a bunch of sappy love songs I’ve been dying to post.  I have sweet and tender feelings for someone right now.  Love is the best fuel for fire ever invented.

To compensate, I spent the past few days rereading and categorizing the close to 300 posts that I’ve written over the past 15 months.  This was a tedious task, but turned out to be well worth it.  There is now a drop down menu where you’ll find the most frequently blogged about topics.

This process allowed me to look at myself all over again, and I liked what I saw.  “I’d fuck me,” was the first thing I thought.  I feel proud of the work I’ve put into this space, and myself.  It sometimes feels like I’ve been doing this project forever, but it hasn’t really been that long.  It has been exhausting.  I feel like I haven’t slept in a million years.

I’m getting the feeling that March will focus on strategic planning…let me rephrase that…strategic dreaming and finding new ways to use my skills/make money.  I’m am at the point where I no longer find it productive to work the way I’ve been working.  I need to find a way to make it easier.  Seamless even, like a good pair of underwear.

I mentioned this earlier, but I’ve been trying to reframe the way I think about money and the way I am supposed to earn it.  There have been a ton of unexpected challenges that have come up from me deciding to be an artist, and one of the major ones has been, “How the fuck am I going to take care of myself?”  The Art of Earning is a great reference for anyone who has thought about or had trouble with selling or monetizing their craft, skill, or talent.  Tara doesn’t say anything I haven’t heard before, she just says it simply – concisely, with no doubt or hesitation.  It was a welcome read.

Books and art about money making, money management, and earning have been falling from the sky and onto my lap lately. Three in the past week.  Also, my dad sent me this email about a guy that makes amazing origami out of money.  Some examples:

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I will be posting about butterflies soon.  Keep this in mind.

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Fish! For Million Fishes where I live!

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The Camera.  My best friend.

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Association obvious, right?

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My most recent totem animal.  The weaver of the natural world.

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Ha.

Like the best things in life, all the books were acquired for free.

Passing the buck, in a good way.  Take a look at them if you fancy:

The Art of Earning by Tara Gentile

Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill

You Were Born Rich by Bob Proctor

Hoping everyone finds love and enjoyment today.


How·To·Be·Black

Listen to Baratunde Thurston talk to Terry Gross about his book, How To Be Black.

Interview on Fresh Air, February 1st, 2012.

Love and Enjoy!


Theories·of·Love |Soul Love|

I’ve been neglecting my love posts recently because I’ve been afraid to reveal where my journey has taken me.  I allowed myself to feel some shame about my lovescapade, which is not very loving at all.  Make no mistake, I respect and believe the viewpoints of the authors I’ve been reading lately, but I find that people like to make fun of books with titles like Soul Love.  I’ve always been a bit sensitive to teasing, so I eased up off the love stuff for a while.  Easing done.

A little over a month ago I went book hunting at Forest Books in the Mission where I picked up my very own copy of Foucault’s History of Sexuality: Volume I, Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie (the first novel I’ve read in quite sometime), and this book:

I want to start off by saying that this book is amazing.  It is more or less a series of guided meditations that are meant to awaken and connect you to your soul and heart centers.  Visualizations are a big part of this process, but later chapters delve into specific topics like attracting a soul mate, dissolving obstacles to love, or radiating love.  The author, Sanaya Roman, wrote the book with the assistance of a spirit guide who calls himself Orin.  She channels him.

From the preface:

Orin tells me he is a Being of Light.  He says he is working with us at this time because humanity is going through a major transition and awakening.  Orin has lived an earth life and is aware of the many challenges of living on the earth plane.  He says that he now “lives” on the soul plane and in even higher realms.  One of his purposes is to serve humanity.  Part of his service is to offer people a path of spiritual growth and to assist people in reaching their higher self and soul.  In this book he is offering you a way to awaken your heart centers and to live in you soul’s rhythm of love, serenity, and oneness.

Orin sounds like a Being I want in my life.  And as far out as all of this may sound, Orin and Sanaya’s book helped me further accept that love is our natural state of being as humans.  I saw so much of my views and beliefs in these pages: so much wisdom, so much compassion, so much empathy.

Reading this book meant I had to surrender societal beliefs about the visible and the tangible world I’m a part of and imagine, if just for a moment, that there is more to life than my body, my personality, my individual experiences, these walls, this ground, that sky.  A bunch of the visualizations encourage soul lovers to imagine their spiritual centers as jewels.  From the chapter Awakening your Heart Center, for example:

Like your soul, your heart center has a beautiful, exquisite central jewel surrounded by twelve petals, arranged in four rows of three petals each.  Some petals are open, some are partly open, and some are closed like a rosebud.  The jewel in the middle is hidden by the unopened petals.  When your heart center is fully awakened, all its petals unfold and its central jewel shines out in it’s full beauty.

Your soul and the Being of Love will assist you in viewing this jewel of your heart center.  As you look at it with your inner eyes, it is as if you are going to a sacred space within you.  Imagine the jewel in the middle of your heart center as a many-faceted diamond with light pouring out from within it.  All of the colors of the rainbow shine out from the facets of this jewel.  It is so beautiful that you feel more whole and complete just looking at it.  Imagine this jewel revolving slowly, with sparkling, shimmering light coming out of it.  Sense the essence of love flowing out through this diamond, each facet radiating a different quality of love.

It took me a little while to figure out what my soul’s jewel looks like.  Turns out it’s a black diamond.

Mmmm, pretty. From Core Jewels‘ Black Diamond Collection.

 Some other nice things from Core Jewels.

Triangles!

One of my favorite excerpts from the chapter Surrendering to Love:

People who love through their unevolved solar plexus center may try to control you.  They may use anger, disappointment, guilt, judgement, coldness, indifference, or criticism to get you to do what they want.  Or, they may try to control you by withdrawing their love.  You may find it challenging to follow your own path instead of doing what someone else wants you to do.  You may be so compassionate and loving that you want to please others by fulfilling their wishes.  Extend this wonderful compassion to yourself.  Your well-being and your life are more important than making other people’s personalities feel good.

As you awaken your heart centers and experience soul love, your love for others and for yourself increases.  You will respond to others’ actions with love, firmness, and clarity about how you want to be treated.  Soul love offers love to others, yet it does not require you to stay in an environment that is hostile or unsupportive.  You may physically remove or distance yourself from someone, yet you will do so with love.

It is interesting to watch people as they try different methods to implement control over other’s bodies and minds.  I’ll give an example now.  I recently visited my grandmother and step-grandfather, both in their late 80′s, at their assisted living apartment complex.  Over dinner, which is actually lunch, my grandfather leaned over and said, “Can I ask you a personal question.”  I hesitated, but told him he could proceed.  He went on to tell me that he thought I would be more attractive, more polished, if I “cut” my hair.  I think this was his way of saying, “your hair is too nappy, girl.”

This isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation over the years.  I told him that I liked my hair the way it was, that it was easy for me to maintain and style, and that I wasn’t interested in spending the time or extra money it would take to make my hair look “polished.”  I told him that I kept it this way to please myself and no one else.  He seemed a bit taken aback by my response, said some more slightly offensive stuff, and then quickly changed the subject stating, “I brought it up, and I can put it to rest.”  Later, as my father and I were leaving, my grandmother grabbed me and started humming a doing a little dance (she was a dancer).  I moved along with her.  Her eyes lit up, she smiled, and she hugged me and kissed me and told me I was perfect….except for my hair.

I didn’t take their words too personally.  It’s obvious to me that my grandparents love me and there is no reason for me to react to their unkind words.  On some level, it is hurtful for my eldest family members to reject a part of me, especially a part of me that lots of other people like.  Even still, I don’t feel the need to change myself to please them.  My hair is amazing and brings so much light to the world.  It not only makes me happy, it makes other people happy too.  It literally defies gravity, standing on all ends, reaching out to everyone and everything.

I also realize that they are most likely repeating hurtful things that were once said to them.  Their thoughts and comments lead me to believe they probably have some not dealt with shame surrounding appearance and how they perceive it relates to opportunity in the world.  It’s hard for me to believe that they are still carrying those concepts around, especially cause they don’t have to.  They could just accept me, all of me, and in doing so, accept themselves.  The wounds must be deep.  They are just doing what they know.

So, I refused to accept their poison, and instead I offered a new perspective.  I let them know that how I look is up to me (this is a conversation I’ve had with plenty of older folks, specifically on the topic of my hair), and they are free to accept me as I am.

The chapter entitled The Serenity of Love teaches what soul loves feels like:

Soul love is serene because it is unconditional.  Your soul loves without needing to receive anything in return.  Soul love is a quality of being, a shining light that lifts, soothes, and comforts all who come within it’s sphere of influence.  Its love flows out generously and freely.  It does not measure how much love to give by how deserving people are.  Your soul offers love without needing appreciation, acknowledgement, praise, or reward for it’s love.  Soul love does not come and go based on the actions and reactions of others.  Your soul gives love to others without caring how they use this love or even if they use it.  Feel the serenity that comes from giving love without needing to receive anything in return.

And, from The Oneness of Love a chapter that describes the expansion of consciousness (head centers) that happens with heart awakening:

You can know your head center is awakening by your growing desire to make a difference, to add light to the world, to make a contribution and to serve in some way.  The desire to make a contribution does not come because it’s fashionable (What!?), because it will advance you spiritually, or from a desire for personal fame or recognition.  It does not come from a sentimental felling of wanting to make people’s circumstances better just because you do now want to feel bad as you think about them.  Assisting others does not arise out of pity.  It comes as a result of soul contact.

The messages in this book are comforting.  They offer a look into worlds that are unseen, and give us a space to love and be, to perceive and interact at a level that’s different from what we’re used to.  I have been better and worse at offering unconditional love, but I can say with all truthfulness that times I have been successful at giving it have been some of the happiest in my life.

All I have is my love of love.

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Theories of Love |The History of Sexuality|

Back when I was focused on reading more than creating, I checked out Michel Foucault’s (pronounced foo-co), The History of Sexuality, from the SF public library.  Needless to say, I was not able to finish the three-volume series including: The Will to Knowledge (Histoire de la sexualité, 1: la volonté de savoir), The Use of Pleasure (Histoire de la sexualité, II: l’usage des plaisirs), and The Care of the Self (Histoire de la sexualité, III: le souci de soi) during my three-week allowance (those books are in high demand).  I will give it a try sometime soon.  I found myself in City Lights Books last weekend staring down a copy of The Care of the Self, so I know it’s somewhere in my future.  In any case, here is a fun little video, in the style of School House Rock, that summarizes Foucault’s work in sexuality.

If I ran a standardized testing agency, you would have to get this right to pass, no exceptions (it’s easy).

Michel Foucault :: Philosophy

a. Picasso :: Canvas

b. Rei Kawakubo :: Fashion

c. Miles Davis :: Record

d. who the fuck cares.

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