KO: I wanted to begin by disclosing that I had the great honour of working with Cheryl in hospice care as medical social workers and grief counselors for several years. Her compassion, intuitive empathy and healing manner taught me invaluable lessons on how to approach death and grief.
with Chris Hedges
Depth Psychology Alliance on Sep 14, 2016
In this depth psychology oriented discussion powered by Pacifica Graduate Institute, Pulitzer Prize Winning Journalist Chris Hedges speaks with Depth Psychologist, Bonnie Bright, Ph.D, about how, as both individuals and civilizations, we encounter cycles of growth, maturation, decadence, and decay, and death.
This photo of my parents reveals much about their personalities (hers vivacious and outgoing, his withdrawn and closed off), their relationship (little real contact), and also the times (could be captioned Gender Roles in the 1950s: The Bathing Beauty and the Soldier).
The typicality of their lives reveals much about the USA. My mother was a farmer’s daughter whose father lost the farm to the banks, and they had to scrabble along in the slums of the big city, St. Louis. All her life she yearned for her bucolic childhood when everything was “nice.” My father was a coal miner and the son of a coal miner from West Virginia. He hated the mines so much that after the Second World War he stayed in the military as a professional soldier.
In this often personal interview, renowned linguist and political commentator Noam Chomsky outlines a libertarian perspective on work and education, arguing that freedom is the root of creativity and fulfilment.
The question I would like to ask is what is really wanted work? Maybe we could start with your personal life and your double career in linguistics and political activism? Do you like that kind of work?
Thinking about happiness and unpleasantness
- If you are committed to maintaining a clean house, you have to, from time to time, go around looking for dirt. No one likes to clean, but if you don’t look for dirt you can’t clean up the mess, and if you don’t clean up the mess, you won’t live in a clean house.
- If you ignore the liars, cheats, and thieves who take advantage of the weak and defenseless, they will become very successful at what they do. Continue reading
This one—tack-witted, sharp of tongue—
thinks he’ll die soon, and so,
smokes on (although he loves his wife).
He has made peace at 62 (my age)
with demons, destiny, and even
the C.O.P.D. that will
kick him in.
Sometimes the grapes really are sour!
The wonder is … how you eat them!
At some point you convinced yourselves–
Wow! This is delicious!
You developed a taste for sour.
You ate lemons straight–the more sour, the better.
You puckered up for a kiss
And your lips were sour.
Sir, how do you write a poem?
Simple, my boy.
I will tell you. …
Set up a sturdy blackboard,
And scratch your nails across it.
Take your sharpened nails
And carve a hundred niches
Into your arms and thighs,
Into your chest and belly.
“Why should I worry about posterity? What has posterity ever done for me?”
The Sun is blazing, blazing, blazing.
A thread of the Sun pulls me along.
(I cannot say “forward.”
Like everyone, I’ve lost my sense of direction.)
Earl Shaffer, adrift after serving in the South Pacific in World War II and struggling with the loss of his childhood friend Walter Winemiller during the assault on Iwo Jima, made his way to Mount Oglethorpe in Georgia in 1947. He headed north toward Mount Katahdin in Maine and for the next 124 days, averaging 16.5 miles a day, beat back the demons of war. His goal, he said, was to ‘‘walk the Army out of my system.’’ He was the first person to hike the full length of the Appalachian Trail.
by Dahr Jamail
Dahr Jamail Dispatches
June 30, 2010
Our first full day in Louisiana finds us venturing south from New Orleans to Houma, a town about an hours drive to the southwest. It is from here we are to take a flight over the marsh to inspect the damage, thus far, caused by the ongoing BP oil catastrophe.
Walking into the office of Butler Aviation Services at the airport, the downtrodden mood, and accompanying anger, are palpable. Of course this is not assisted by the fact that Vice President Joe Biden is visiting Louisiana today.
The skinny legged wide receiver with 4.7 speed (fast for a white guy in 1970), was running like “a thief from a grocery store” down the sidelines. It was a late Saturday morning in October. The pale blue cloudless sky suspended the sunny brilliance of this “Indian Summer” day. Such a contrast to the dirt brown city grass and the fire engine red of his uniform. His hands cradled the pigskin tucked close to his body. The only sound he could hear was the wind whistling through his sweaty helmet. The poorly arranged yard lines, white chalked like some giant checkerboard, passed below him rhythmically. In the distance, an empty end zone. His heart and mind raced along with his legs.
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So many wonderful writers at Dandelion Salad, so much truth revealed, such a great community forming! But it’s time to take it to another level and for every reader to start becoming more responsive to what’s posted. This is a challenge to readers – take the time and garner the courage to respond to the writing when it hits a chord in you. Trust your own unique voice and inner self and what you have to contribute to the community. If we just all start becoming more responsive, that will lead us to taking more responsibility for what’s happening, not just being an audience to major actors on the stage. “Life is not a dress rehearsal.” Who said that? We’re all actors in this play.