To my children as I lay dying…

May 28, 2008

To my children,

 

Why do people always wait until someone is dying to say “I love you”? Why do you wait until the last breath is hovering in the room to wish you had more time? What is it about Death’s presence that brings out your understanding of what you regret not doing? And yet…the lessons learned are but fleeting bits of knowledge in your consciousness. For tomorrow you will still put off reaching out to someone that you will apologize to only after they are gone.

 

Understand this, my children: you need not fall victim to this vicious cycle. Learn the lesson and act upon all you know you will wish you had – today. I beg you. For if you do not, I will surely die. As it is, the light is dimming and the air is thick in my lungs. I am weaker than you understand. I try to tell you every day just how close I am to giving up, and I am losing the will to fight. If my children will not fight to protect me, what reason do I have to continue? So I ask again – please fight for me. Please help me regain my will to survive. For without you I will perish…and I fear you do not realize what will happen then. You, too, will disappear.

 

Love,

 

Your Mother Earth


More Mary Poppins Disection: Eastern Religion Tidbits

May 14, 2008

I mentioned the idea of this post to a friend of mine, and she correctly concluded, “You are way too into Mary Poppins.”

Yes, I know.

But maybe this is my thing. Some scholars study the I Ching all their lives; others War and Peace. Maybe I will become the renowned interpreter of Mary Poppins. Maybe this is my destiny. (And maybe I need to stop watching Lost and Battlestar Galactica so much, two shows flooding with destiny-driven plots. They are making every scribble while talking on the phone seem weighted with meaning it does not have…)

Whatever the point-lessness of it, I did notice a few – shall we call them clues? – to a hidden eastern- influenced philosophical bent undergirding this movie:

1) At the end of the ‘fantasy’ scene, wherein MP takes Bert and the children into a sidewalk chalk drawing to dance with cartoon animals and ride carousel horses through various romps, it begins to rain – so the troupe has to zip back to ‘real life’ before the chalk completely dissipates in the rain.

They do so, and MP says, seeing the art has all been washed away, “Oh Bert! All your fine drawings!”

Bert says, “No matter. There’s more where they came from,” pointing at his head.

Bert takes his foot and smudges the runny drawings, and the yellow and red colors caused me to think of those Buddhist sand paintings that take such painstaking amounts of time, only to then be blown and swept – destroyed – upon completion. Bert’s attitude of acceptance models an acknowledgment of the temporal and transient nature of things, a lack of ego and clinging, very like what Buddhists aspire to.

2) The first time the children look up the chimney, Jane says, “It’s so dark and gloomy up there.” But Bert offers a poetic paen to the chimney sweep’s world that is half-light, half-dark, shadowy, that sounds very like a Taoist description of yin and yang nature of reality.

3) MP carries an umbrella not unlike the Dalai Lama’s in a photo I have of him.

4) The whole ‘spoon full of sugar makes the medicine go down’ idea echoes the story in which Lao-Tse drinks vinegar and finds it sweet – because, as father of Taoism, he finds the world sweet.

Ok, I had more, but it’s gone.

I’m sure I’ll see it when I watch… again…


Warts and All: A Random Suggestion

May 2, 2008

You know the phrase “warts and all,” as in, “She loves me, warts and all!”

Well, I think it’s time to change it to “farts and all.”

Why? I’ve done a lot of thinking on this this morning (so much for my meditation session), and there’s a couple reasons.

1) In these days of laser dermatology, warts can be removed, so it really doesn’t matter if someone loves you, but not your warts – you can solve the problem and get them removed.

2) Farts are much worse than warts. You can fall in love with someone, date them for a year, get married, and THEN discover that your beloved farts all night long and isn’t adverse to giving you the dutch oven experience at random points throughout the night. Warts you can see right off the bat; farts can be held in or released in other rooms. Warts are ostentatiously offensive; farts insidiously so.

3) “Fart” is just a worse word than “wart.” To me.

The only way in which “warts and all” is a more powerful a mark of love is if the warts being referred to are genital in nature. Maybe that’s what the phrase has referred to all along. If so, this was a completely pointless post.

You might think it is either way!

Good Morning!!!