Showing posts with label courage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label courage. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Standing Up and Being Counted

¡Hola! Everybody...
the good weather is here and that means I spend less time at home. Had dinner in the city with some friends last night. This week there are two free concerts I will be attending (weather permitting). This weekend, I’m headed back to Boston for a visit.

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-=[ Accountability ]=-

I did not have three thousand pairs of shoes. I had one thousand sixty.

-- Imelda Marcos


Mistakes were made...

-- Standard Issue PR Evasive Measure


Accountability! Now there's a concept that's hard to find in use these days. LOL! For those that are too young to remember, Imelda Marcos was the wife of a Philippine dictator who was eventually ousted from power. In the ensuing mess, it was discovered that as the nation's people suffered abject poverty, this couple lived a life of luxury hard to imagine. One of the themes of this story arose from the discovery of the many shoes Imelda Marcos possessed.

As human beings, we all share the impulse to justify ourselves and avoid responsibility for any actions that turn out to be harmful, immoral, or just plain stupid. While we all like to point fingers at others and public figures, most of us will never be in the public spotlight when we lay our own eggs or the skeletons in our closet rattle. Our decisions will most likely not affect the lives of millions of people, but whether on a grand scale or our personal canvas, most of us find it difficult, if not impossible, to say, “I was wrong, I made a terrible mistake.” The higher the emotional, financial, moral stakes -- the harder it is.

Recently, Dick Cheney actually said mistakes were made with regard to the response to the 9/11 attacks. Check out the language: Mistakes were made.

What mistakes and by whom? Shred the constitution, commit war crimes, and lie deliberately to go to war and all you can say is Mistakes were made... ? Where is the accountability and leadership in language oozing with passivity?

I differentiate between responsibility and accountability -- I think they are two different things. To be accountable for something means that one may not be responsible for a situation, but has decided to be accountable for it. An example might be deciding not to add one’s own litter to an already littered street. That was an example taught to me by my mother when I was a little boy. She saw me dropping a candy wrapper onto the pavement and when I protested that the street was already dirty (we lived in the ghetto, duh!), her answer has stayed with me: It’s dirty because everybody thinks as you do! To this day, I don’t litter. LOL!

Another example would be understanding not being responsible for a disease but being accountable for maintaining a lifestyle that helps to arrest that disease. That understanding right there is a major part of my life. I try to apply it to all my affairs: accountability versus responsibility.

Imelda never got it right: it wasn’t the number of shoes she possessed (though stealing from the masses and then throwing it away on trivial matters while many died from starvation is an unsettling moral issue). The point wasn’t the number of shoes but the utter lack of accountability for her actions -- that was the issue.

I have witnessed many people get stuck on the responsibility side of things to the point that they never get past that. Even when you are responsible for an action, it is not enough to just admit to the responsibility, one has to own the issue and become accountable for it.

Accountability demands that our commitment compels us to stand up and be “counted” -- to take action. This is an integral part of change and growth. By releasing the purely moral issue, one then gains power to become a moral agent in changing actions/ behaviors/ situations. Imelda took responsibility for the one thousand sixty shoes she owned; she just never became accountable for them. LOL!

Love,

Eddie

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Sunday Sermon (Uncovering the Heart)

¡Hola! Everybody...
It’s a little cool here in the north, but life is good...

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-=[ Uncovering the Heart ]=-

Your Heart [A work in progress]

A rare and beautiful bird
resides in the
nucleus of your heart.

Occasionally...

when I listen
to your silent painful pauses,
I can heart its song...

faintly.

It struggles within
its bejeweled prison --
bars of gold
And though it flutters its wings,
longing to be set free,
it sings its song.

Just now, I find myself
drinking in your smile
and I wonder...

that bird...

to hold that precious bird,
gently caressing it in my hands,
to feel its rapid heartbeat...

what joy...

Would you... ?

Let me set it free,
so it could soar
to sing its song
of freedom and love?

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What counts is to strip the soul naked. Painting or poetry is made as we make love; a total embrace, prudence thrown to the wind, nothing held back.

-- Joan Miro


Uncovering the heart means exposing the very core of the self. For many of us, this is a scary move into unknown territory, though it is a part of our inner selves that we are uncovering. The heart symbolizes feeling and intuition. Though we may be fearful, the true danger is in the death, not the exploration, of the heart.

Sometimes our hearts remember, better than our analytical minds, the times and places of our deepest felt experiences. During times of crisis or personal breakdown, the heart insists on revealing itself to us; we are forced to pay attention. These are times of deep personal pain that most of us would rather avoid, because we fear that the load will be too much to bear -- that it may be possible to feel too much.

Just as it is possible to close our eyes and not see the world around us, we can also close our hearts. We do so at a great price: we may choose to live in a world of flat surfaces, a clinically dry and angular world seemingly sterile until we peer under its surface.

To undress the heart is to reveal our inner history -- a history forgotten or hidden. We may be paying a price for relegating powerful forces to the shadow world for it is there they hold greater power. One of the aims of depth psychotherapies is to help us rediscover our lost selves gradually and integrate them again into our whole personalities.

The language of the heart may seem illogical. But if we listen to it -- really listen to it without losing our heads -- we just might find the faintly shimmering message in it that what lies ahead is a new and better way of living. It is in this aspect that there is strength in living with a naked heart.

However, there is that fearful vulnerability also. We take a chance when we open to others. We can be hurt. We may ask ourselves if we are risking too much. Who wants to be open and vulnerable?

I have found that in my own life, some of the most rewarding examples of creativity have been those moments when my heart was uncovered, when I was able to emerge and address those unique yet universal experiences that bind us together in the human condition.

I have learned that the uncovered heart contains both vulnerability and strength. Its strength perhaps lies precisely in that ability to open itself to itself with an exquisite grace that invites the hearts of others to do so too.

Love,

Eddie