Forgiveness
As a simple person, from a simple city, with a simple family, living in a simple home, struggling through simple stresses, I am thinking about open source forgiveness. I am wanting to describe the forgiveness experience. My goal is to understand what happens in my body that leads me to achieve forgiveness. What psychology can I tap into to create an economy for forgiveness? What biology can I leverage to justify the human quality of forgiving? I today declare war on the forgiveness process. How is forgiveness measured?
The research begins here
What is this indifference
I am extremely surprised by my resounding indifference. I am in a state where my emotions are just right. I am scared with the balance. I think it might be from a life time of feeling the need to act. I am receiving.
Two major thoughts that keep coming into my mind are the lifestyle and forgiveness. I am surprised at how when I think of these two I am pleased with my life experiences because I am excited about the type of lifestyle I have. I am far from embarrassed by who I am and what my family is. I am far from wounded to the point of threatened. The grace of circumstance, my resilience, my neighbors generosity, luck surfacing during my stupidity, trust in me, and forgiveness to and fro have led me to this space of gratitude. I am fully lazy with overwhelming energy to contribute to a well thought out risk.
I am comfortably angry. I see the stupidity in Aryan ideals because I recognize them in my Chicano pride. I see the misunderstanding of socialism in the lucrativeness of power. I see the weakness of the individual in the shortcomings of the community. I hear a resounding "Mexicans take jobs from Americans", and I look at the University and see how they are hiring so many from out of state. Outsiders are taking our jobs along with Mexicans, the legal immigrant is just as threatening. I am inspired by this anger but subtly, with comfort.
I am just sad for the system. I think I am seeing how sad and restless an immigrant people must be before feeling united. When I speak of immigrant people, I speak of the the generations of Americans who have benefited from the opportunity created here in this northern part of the western hemisphere. I recognize the selfishness of the root growing process. I see how the planted sapling is upturning boulders, obstructing sun rays, and rerouting streams. The rooting process is environment changing. Is this bad, unjust, or necessary? We will see.
For today I am growing my own roots hoping they find collaborative paths.
Two major thoughts that keep coming into my mind are the lifestyle and forgiveness. I am surprised at how when I think of these two I am pleased with my life experiences because I am excited about the type of lifestyle I have. I am far from embarrassed by who I am and what my family is. I am far from wounded to the point of threatened. The grace of circumstance, my resilience, my neighbors generosity, luck surfacing during my stupidity, trust in me, and forgiveness to and fro have led me to this space of gratitude. I am fully lazy with overwhelming energy to contribute to a well thought out risk.
I am comfortably angry. I see the stupidity in Aryan ideals because I recognize them in my Chicano pride. I see the misunderstanding of socialism in the lucrativeness of power. I see the weakness of the individual in the shortcomings of the community. I hear a resounding "Mexicans take jobs from Americans", and I look at the University and see how they are hiring so many from out of state. Outsiders are taking our jobs along with Mexicans, the legal immigrant is just as threatening. I am inspired by this anger but subtly, with comfort.
I am just sad for the system. I think I am seeing how sad and restless an immigrant people must be before feeling united. When I speak of immigrant people, I speak of the the generations of Americans who have benefited from the opportunity created here in this northern part of the western hemisphere. I recognize the selfishness of the root growing process. I see how the planted sapling is upturning boulders, obstructing sun rays, and rerouting streams. The rooting process is environment changing. Is this bad, unjust, or necessary? We will see.
For today I am growing my own roots hoping they find collaborative paths.
Mentioning Menchú
Rigoberta Menchú
Warrior of Peace
The gender philosophy in our species mirrors the depths of our self-awareness. How I see a woman and her roles in society are reflective of the level of respect, spite, and care I am willing to consider. Today is the birthday of a special woman. Rigoberta Menchú is a woman I have never met but have encountered soulfully by learning about her and from her writing. I mention gender philosophy because I have been taught dividing lines for what is feminine and what is masculine. She defies these boundaries. She in my eyes is a warrior and crosses my understood gender boundaries with ease. I acknowledge how powerful her voice has been. I admire her intelligence systems. She is a patriot for the country named "Dignity".
With this same message, I ask mystically for forgiveness for marginalizing the power of some women in my life. I apologize for dogmatically conforming to gender boundaries. I apologize for consciously and unconsciously believing I am smarter and better equipped simply because I am male. Rigoberta, I honor your warrior spirit, and I ask in a cosmic way for your blessing on this special day that revealed you to us.
A Cold isn't just a Cold
Can a cold be a messenger? In this cosmos of receptors, signals, illuminators, and inertia, I feel way too philosophical considering that my current cold holds meaning. I am an existentialist, oddly a happy one, but none the less, I look for meaning in almost everything. Life just seems more rewarding when I can find reason and purpose in existence. Especially, when I apply it to people. So is this cold simply a collection of germs that have outwitted my immune system, or are they projectiles illuminating themselves, signaling how they want to be recognized, conspiring with my receptors, slowing my inertia towards that great ball of ego fire. In my sickness I am forced to consider rest a priority. In my weakness I am reminded how special a helping hand can be. In my misery and discomfort I admire those who cannot afford to have a sick day and I can be grateful for the fortune of being allowed space to be cared for.
We have a new album to look for. One of my favorite artists..Martin Sexton. What a great way to open a new year! Social Justice is a lifestyle, and music is a reflection, a voice, and the sound for this lifestyle, decoration for who I think I am.
Amen.
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