Finally coming up on the conclusion of our first 12 days of Christmas. The tree will come down in a few hours. The season of Yule seems to be coming to an end as well. It is time to press forward into 2013, as I now feel the fact that 2011 is now two calendar years behind me, 2009 now four years back.
What was 2011? Going to Finland for a dear friend's wedding, deciding to teach on-line, meeting Ben, getting married so as to truly tie the knot, moving to Jackson in about three steps, and declaring this place to be my new home. Nothing major. Just the usual, "every seven years in Marty's life, he goes for it" kind of year.
What was 2009? Watching the stock market crash with my dad as he lay dying in the hospital, feeling the crushing burden of teaching and supervising graduate students teaching in NYC, burying my dad, being the only one in my family with a belief in the after life, coming to realize that in order to press forward into my own future, I had come to NYC to learn of my ancestors. Which I did.
What now of 2013? Ben and I leave for Hawaii in a couple of days. After several days of -20F mornings, after more than several days of being cold even through my great ski jacket and my great sweaters, I am ready! Ari is about to receive her mission call any day, a letter that will not only change her life, but I would think her mother's and mine as well. Because when she comes home, she will most certainly be a young woman.
In a few weeks, I will know whether my own contribution to an upstart company in the area of communications media will bear fruit and invite me to step up my efforts by spending considerable time in Salt Lake City these next six months. I would like that very much as I know both Ben and I could withstand commutes (4 1/2 hour drive) regularly to fill in the gaps. Besides, it is time to offer a presence (rather than just presents) to my younger two daughters.
In a few months, I will come to know what my longer term work life will be - whether here teaching at either the public school or at a private school; whether more work in Salt Lake City; or whether somewhere farther away that I don't yet recognize. By the end of summer, Ben and I will know (depending upon my own successes AND his own success with his new company) as to whether we might begin planning for 2014, after all of our dreams we have privately shared.
The blessings of my life continue to astound me. The challenges I have set up for myself in this life continue to amaze me. The pains and pleasures of life in this thing called a body continue to intrigue me. And what I do know is that I will write at much greater length when I return here from Maui.
In the meantime, I sense that it is coming time to believe that the American political system is about to enter a fundamental tectonic shift, that will shift the past 20 years of Gingrich style "take no prisoners until you win attitude" of our Legislative branch to a Nolan (MN) style "find compromise because that it what we are here to do attitude" of what our President has been modeling his whole life.
Here's to 2013 with all of our dreams, and yet another opportunity to build plans.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Thursday, December 27, 2012
From Jackson to Wilson
It's time to move again. Fortunately, the packing is going really well and Ben and I are right on target for exiting today by 5. Our long-term renters are coming between 6 and 7. This will work just fine. Just like the packing time out of NYC 16 months ago, it took three days to do it all, although I think we'll take about six days to get settled in. Ben's mom is 85 and it is obvious to us that she wants us in her home, on the first floor (which Ben has created an amazing space with milk paints, stained wooden floors and a keen eye for making an extraordinary living space). We will be there for about 125 days before returning to our townhouse seven miles away - unless our lives take yet another interesting turn!
What amazes me the most is that it may be coming time to really settle. I mean, I still like to travel as much as possible, especially if I get to learn something new like geography, language, culture or just getting myself out of any possible comfort zone - there's simply too much growth to pass on. Jackson/Wilson, Wyoming may be the best combination in which to live that I could possibly hope for at this stage of my mortal run.
Speaking of mortal runs, I am starting to realize that ALL of us have only so much time on the big stage called life. What takes place in the time we have is simply that - time that seems to accelerate the older I get. Perhaps it is that 1 year for a 10 year old is 10% of his life, while for me it is less than 2% now. But I'm not quite sure why the effect is feeling that time is "flying" by. All I know is that I am a VERY lucky man, with all the fantastic experiences that I have found. Professionally to be sure. Personally without a doubt. And now, rather than a crisis of faith, I simply turn to the certain belief that "man is that he might have joy". Not happiness. Not contentment. Not even happiness. No, it says it really clearly - that I might have joy. And what I have found is that it behooves me to find a faith community that allows me to be who I am. No more fitting into a mold. No more having to try so damn hard.
So, after a beautiful 24 year monogamous commitment to the LDS church, I have returned to my Christian roots - as a Protestant, and as a Presbyterian. I have decided to take this on for 9 months - kind of like going full-term with this "baby". Then, I will see where I am. Because, frankly, I've had enough of waiting for uptight, heterosexual, clueless, capitalist men to figure me out. And I guess, I've come to the conclusion that when they do figure things out, that they call me. And then, we'll talk. But, it has become incredibly clear that without formal training, without even an awareness that Truth is SO much bigger than obeying fallible men and their policies, even their beliefs - that I simply have started writing my own script. And not accept anyone else's.
And so, here I am at the end of 2012, in Wyoming, teaching on-line but with hopes that I am going to land something very interesting in 2013 that will change my life in a substantial way. Lots of irons in the fire now, and I'll most definitely know by Springtime - higher ed, secondary ed, communications media. Any of these will be just fine! And yes, living in zero degree weather is really quite invigorating! And loving snowpack that is simply impressive is really quite theraputic - I highly recommend it! And I'll get back to my blog when I'm on the other side - of the Snake River!
It is a privilege to live - every single day, we should count our blessings, that Heavenly Father and Mother (Abba and Ema) have chosen to give us another one. And then, another one. And that I have been given the greatest children that I could have imagined. Thanks to their mother for raising them on a daily basis these last 8 years. As the oldest prepares for an LDS mission; as the middle aspires to attend a great college back east; and as the youngest continues her winning ways as a scholar and an athlete. I stand all amazed. . .
What amazes me the most is that it may be coming time to really settle. I mean, I still like to travel as much as possible, especially if I get to learn something new like geography, language, culture or just getting myself out of any possible comfort zone - there's simply too much growth to pass on. Jackson/Wilson, Wyoming may be the best combination in which to live that I could possibly hope for at this stage of my mortal run.
Speaking of mortal runs, I am starting to realize that ALL of us have only so much time on the big stage called life. What takes place in the time we have is simply that - time that seems to accelerate the older I get. Perhaps it is that 1 year for a 10 year old is 10% of his life, while for me it is less than 2% now. But I'm not quite sure why the effect is feeling that time is "flying" by. All I know is that I am a VERY lucky man, with all the fantastic experiences that I have found. Professionally to be sure. Personally without a doubt. And now, rather than a crisis of faith, I simply turn to the certain belief that "man is that he might have joy". Not happiness. Not contentment. Not even happiness. No, it says it really clearly - that I might have joy. And what I have found is that it behooves me to find a faith community that allows me to be who I am. No more fitting into a mold. No more having to try so damn hard.
So, after a beautiful 24 year monogamous commitment to the LDS church, I have returned to my Christian roots - as a Protestant, and as a Presbyterian. I have decided to take this on for 9 months - kind of like going full-term with this "baby". Then, I will see where I am. Because, frankly, I've had enough of waiting for uptight, heterosexual, clueless, capitalist men to figure me out. And I guess, I've come to the conclusion that when they do figure things out, that they call me. And then, we'll talk. But, it has become incredibly clear that without formal training, without even an awareness that Truth is SO much bigger than obeying fallible men and their policies, even their beliefs - that I simply have started writing my own script. And not accept anyone else's.
And so, here I am at the end of 2012, in Wyoming, teaching on-line but with hopes that I am going to land something very interesting in 2013 that will change my life in a substantial way. Lots of irons in the fire now, and I'll most definitely know by Springtime - higher ed, secondary ed, communications media. Any of these will be just fine! And yes, living in zero degree weather is really quite invigorating! And loving snowpack that is simply impressive is really quite theraputic - I highly recommend it! And I'll get back to my blog when I'm on the other side - of the Snake River!
It is a privilege to live - every single day, we should count our blessings, that Heavenly Father and Mother (Abba and Ema) have chosen to give us another one. And then, another one. And that I have been given the greatest children that I could have imagined. Thanks to their mother for raising them on a daily basis these last 8 years. As the oldest prepares for an LDS mission; as the middle aspires to attend a great college back east; and as the youngest continues her winning ways as a scholar and an athlete. I stand all amazed. . .
Saturday, December 15, 2012
An extraordinary week
Sometimes, once in a blue moon, life offers me a powerful upgrade to my normal speed. It tends to be something like driving 85MPH, rather than 55. Or maybe like having blazing fast internet speed or a successful run on the craps tables.
Well, actually, nothing went wrong this week. I taught AP English/Drama this past Monday, then got in my new car and drove 5+ hours to Salt Lake City to get ready for a big meeting with a Managing Director of a well-established radio station. Exactly one hour later, my business partner and I knew that we were "on the way". For the first time in my life, I found complete success in making "the pitch" in anything outside of education, and hitting a home run. But, that was just the beginning.
Buying the perfect gifts for family, self and friends, having the perfect meals at perfect restaurants for the occasion - this was just the beginning. Finding the perfect office space for this new start-up venture, finding the perfect house to rent (as long as I find 3 others to share the 4 bedroom!), and then, finishing off the three days seeing Sessions at the Broadway theatre downtown SLC, and then right into a super clear "vision" of what my life was about (usually, these are reserved for places like the Sacred Grove upstate NY, not on the streets of Salt Lake). Yes, even the drive back was filled with stunningly clear conversations on the blue-tooth. I guess I should ask if anyone else has these?!
It has come time for me to understand that I am going from live to on-line to on-the-air. That is how my teaching will expand. This is how I will stay interesting for the years to come. This is what the joy of life seems to be about. And then to share it with everyone I would meet, from perfect strangers in the Lion House (Brigham Young's home) to strangers in a Rexburg (ID) organic foods store.
Building a bilingual radio station is going to be a blast. Building a more perfect life with more challenges, more successes seems to be the best thing I could have been given. It will impact Ben's life, my children's life, and most of all, my own life. What I have learned more than anything from this week is that when things start lining up really really well, just go with the flow, even if it is a raging river. Fly like the wind, even if it won't last so long. And take on the descent, the end of the ride because one must learn to exit these "upgrades to life" just as well as the journey on them.
Even though many would think I have much to say about the Connecticut tragedy, I have saved my thoughts for the NYTimes and SLTrib comments section. I simply wrote this:
I fear that we all may be quick to jump at gun control (better: responsibility?) for a simple answer to a profound tragedy. May I suggest that we wait for further word on whether or not the young man who did this horrific act was on some type of anti-depressant, perhaps an anti-anxiety medication. Why? Because some of us have become very skeptical, to say the least, about Big Pharma's contribution to the supposed benefits of life in the post-modern age.
Certainly, we are all aware these last two decades of the lengthy warnings on TV ads regarding so many new medications. What we simply do NOT know are possible side effects that did not become apparent during the required time of drug testing or that did not become sufficient in number during the same period of time to warrant any stoppage on the path towards full approval by the powers that be.
It has come time for our society to have not only a full discussion regarding gun responsibility but also a much greater scrutiny of our dearly beloved drug companies as well. Then, we might come to arrive at a greater truth.
And with that, I'll leave my readers with the simple quote I saw tonight on the wall of a senior citizen's home here in Jackson tonight. "LIFE is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving with a pretty and well-preserved body. But rather to SKID in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: WOW!. . . WHAT A RIDE!".
Well, actually, nothing went wrong this week. I taught AP English/Drama this past Monday, then got in my new car and drove 5+ hours to Salt Lake City to get ready for a big meeting with a Managing Director of a well-established radio station. Exactly one hour later, my business partner and I knew that we were "on the way". For the first time in my life, I found complete success in making "the pitch" in anything outside of education, and hitting a home run. But, that was just the beginning.
Buying the perfect gifts for family, self and friends, having the perfect meals at perfect restaurants for the occasion - this was just the beginning. Finding the perfect office space for this new start-up venture, finding the perfect house to rent (as long as I find 3 others to share the 4 bedroom!), and then, finishing off the three days seeing Sessions at the Broadway theatre downtown SLC, and then right into a super clear "vision" of what my life was about (usually, these are reserved for places like the Sacred Grove upstate NY, not on the streets of Salt Lake). Yes, even the drive back was filled with stunningly clear conversations on the blue-tooth. I guess I should ask if anyone else has these?!
It has come time for me to understand that I am going from live to on-line to on-the-air. That is how my teaching will expand. This is how I will stay interesting for the years to come. This is what the joy of life seems to be about. And then to share it with everyone I would meet, from perfect strangers in the Lion House (Brigham Young's home) to strangers in a Rexburg (ID) organic foods store.
Building a bilingual radio station is going to be a blast. Building a more perfect life with more challenges, more successes seems to be the best thing I could have been given. It will impact Ben's life, my children's life, and most of all, my own life. What I have learned more than anything from this week is that when things start lining up really really well, just go with the flow, even if it is a raging river. Fly like the wind, even if it won't last so long. And take on the descent, the end of the ride because one must learn to exit these "upgrades to life" just as well as the journey on them.
Even though many would think I have much to say about the Connecticut tragedy, I have saved my thoughts for the NYTimes and SLTrib comments section. I simply wrote this:
I fear that we all may be quick to jump at gun control (better: responsibility?) for a simple answer to a profound tragedy. May I suggest that we wait for further word on whether or not the young man who did this horrific act was on some type of anti-depressant, perhaps an anti-anxiety medication. Why? Because some of us have become very skeptical, to say the least, about Big Pharma's contribution to the supposed benefits of life in the post-modern age.
Certainly, we are all aware these last two decades of the lengthy warnings on TV ads regarding so many new medications. What we simply do NOT know are possible side effects that did not become apparent during the required time of drug testing or that did not become sufficient in number during the same period of time to warrant any stoppage on the path towards full approval by the powers that be.
It has come time for our society to have not only a full discussion regarding gun responsibility but also a much greater scrutiny of our dearly beloved drug companies as well. Then, we might come to arrive at a greater truth.
And with that, I'll leave my readers with the simple quote I saw tonight on the wall of a senior citizen's home here in Jackson tonight. "LIFE is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving with a pretty and well-preserved body. But rather to SKID in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: WOW!. . . WHAT A RIDE!".
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
Two movies; one move; no regrets
That's right - two of my favorite movies of my adulthood were seen last weekend. And I'm still so excited about both of them that I need to get this written down. Lincoln is the American story par excellence for the next few school years - it is, after all, the 150th anniversary of so many events from the Civil War - Gettysburg next July, the Gettysburg address next November for starters. The National Park Service has already begun a hugely ramped up program out at the battlefield in Pennsylvania that will continue through all of next year. Anyone who has the opportunity should go. But, in the meantime, we have the stories through the great storytellers of the screen - Steven Spielberg for one. And anything that Ang Lee has a hand in (remember his extraordinary work in Brokeback Mountain?).
Anyway, while I don't wish to start writing movie reviews (yet!), I stand with conviction that that movie will go down as one of the great DVD's to show in high school US history class for years to come. So many performances. So many important scenes. So much description and unpacking of the central character - whom our current President has spent years reading up on. I also stand with conviction that The Life of Pi will become of the great movies of the early 20th century for one reason: it is a global movie. Not made in the American genres, not starring American actors, yet totally comprehensible for all of us - knowing full well that the gross box-office take will probably be multiples in OTHER countries. We will ALL be able to talk about this movie - both Americans, Asians, Africans, Europeans. And that is what makes it so important in the history of cinema. And in the burgeoning development of what I am calling again and again "the global citizen".
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The move coming up is from Jackson to Wilson. About seven miles due west. From my three bedroom, two bath townhouse to a two bedroom one bath part of my mother-in-law's house. It will be first and foremost done (within a couple of weeks) to support Ben to take care of his 85 year old mother. It is being done also to give both of us a huge break on our finances. By going rent free for five months, I was able to dedicate all that money into a car which I have just purchased. Ah, to have wheels again, after six years on the MTA or START bus! Yes, driving is a privilege.
Now, I will be able to increase my mobility exponentially, for the purpose of commutes to the schools here when called upon, for the pleasure of heading down to Salt Lake (300 miles) when needed by projects or my kids, for the privilege of taking the proverbial "road trips" that have provided me much joy throughout my life. Whether to see a neighboring state, or to watch the country unfold (kind of like seeing two centuries of US history in 3-5 days - I highly recommend it!) as I drive I-90, I-80 or even more enjoyably US 30 for a couple thousand miles. Whatever the reason, I now have four wheels. And it is good.
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No regrets. I think that might be the key to a healthy lifestyle above all. But, the responsibility attached to this freedom is to ask for forgiveness to all whom one has offended, whether emotionally, financially or even intellectually. It is the spiritual requirement to take on such a regimen. Someone told me years ago, after I was mauled to near death at Utah Valley University (all that illegal stuffing of my tenure file, all those insane threats from bosses in secret meetings) that I simply forgive and forget.
Well, I will tell you, the BEST thing I have done in order to grow up was to forgive and NOT forget. Because the key to gaining knowledge, understanding and now some wisdom has been to not forget. To learn. To become a man. To be able to offer assistance to others when they themselves are blindsided, in ways similar to what I endured. After all, I don't want two near-death experiences (with my body crashing on Nov 22, 2004 and my mind snapping on March 22, 2005) to be for naught. That would make a mockery of my well-intentioned life. And would cause my well-summoned life to stand without lessons learned, for myself and for others. Which is why I teach. Because that is who I AM. What do you think about any of this? Let me know. ///
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Leaning Forward
INTRODUCTION:
Sorry it's been over two weeks since the last post. I got into quite a rush of good stuff with work. And with my economic life.
First, I've been hired to consult for the Teton County School District. First 1.5 day project: How to upgrade our teaching of U.S. history. What a way for me to start! (and I have so many more ideas)
Second, I want to report that I am the proud new owner of a 2013 Subaru Outback. With a great price from the dealer and a killer interest rate from the manufacturer and a year's worth of savings dedicated to just this, I now have a vehicle (first new one in 10 years) that gets pretty good gas mileage considering it's All Wheel drive. And something I wanted for the Wyoming winters. And for hauling things around.
Third, I want to let you know that it's come time to go for a new IMac (desktop) as this one is now over 6 years old. So, tomorrow at about 5AM, I will try to beat the crowd out of the Eastern time zone and zero in on one along with the last day of zero percent financing.
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MAIN POST:
OK, so what to make of the news? Simple: the GOP is now a threat to U.S. national interest as they are absolutely out of control with their politics, their shenanigans and their almost total refusal to come to the table and get things done. Harry Reid may just be right. Hilary Clinton should be given some kind of medal before she gets really ill and has to retire. My sense is that she's been working 18-20 hours a day for way too long. And Jon Huntsman's got my vote for President 2016 (unless he picks a bozo for a VP candidate). Everything I read by him seems to me exactly where I am.
What to make of Michael Ferguson's heroic set of interviews with CNN, NYTimes, NPR, Salon and others? Well, it's sure helping my family understand things better. NYT on November 28, 2012 page A16, I believe. Thank goodness that we can FINALLY stop the madness of the religious fanatics who INSIST that orientation is a choice. And as for celibacy until a greater reward in heaven (like celestial marriage and kids?), well, didn't the Catholic church try that and wound up with their hands full of lawsuits for about the last 30 years? Seriously. It's not good for man to be alone. Women might be able to do it, as they might have the ability to enjoy deep and abiding friendships with other women. But, men? Yeah, right.
And finally, what might I say about what I think is on the horizon? We need to get through December 21, 2012 just as we needed to get past December 31, 1999. Then, we need to make SOME movement towards slowing down the deficit. Then, we need to prepare for interesting developments in the Middle East, just as soon as the rainy season is over (March 20 anyone?). Then, we need to get ready for yet another meteorological or geological phenomenon that will test our patience yet again. And then, we need to prepare for what I think will be a significant economic boom that might be coming soon. More on that in the next post.
All I know for sure is that Ben and I seem to be more and more of a team. And that our dreams for what it is we seek in this partnership are aligning better. And that, the things we want to work for appear to be more and more realistic. And that, in the beginning, there was simply a lot of old-fashioned work to be done to build a momentum, to build a foundation for me to be here in WY. The days are so short now - the things to accomplish seem more in number with each passing day. I think this is a very good sign. Because I am truly enjoying the ride. Knowing that I don't teach what I know - I teach who I am. Feeling that I don't try to forge community as much as I now try to offer people a better way towards their own fulfillment with my insights, my perspectives and my deep care for the well-being of students, colleagues and the larger community.
Finding Voice. Gaining Vision. Sara Lightfoot was right 25 winters ago. This is the primary work for anyone desiring to be heard as well as to see more clearly, to love more dearly and to follow more nearly. Day by day. The question is WHO? And when? And what price absolute loyalty.
And then, one final thought: I am utterly convinced that one of the larger findings I have stumbled across these last few weeks has been that people are generally trying to figure out how to live best in the space between earth and heaven. For those who desire to fly closer to the sky, it is very much about the sweetness of spirituality in search of divinity. For those who desire to walk closer to the earth, it seems much more about the richness of mortality in search of the sciences and the humanities. Figuring out exactly where to find the greatest happiness seems to me to be the best explanation of where any person winds up traversing. And on and on we go trying to convince others that OURS is the best cruising altitude. Icarus? The snake? Or a thousand slots in between?
And then, of course, after a healthy determination of one's present course, the next question: WHY? How does such an altitude serve ourselves at this time? And what if we seek to change it up? For years, I sought the higher altitude. Now? Much lower. Does that mean I'm about to crash? to land? to go out of my mind? Or simply to enjoy the journey, no matter the altitude. I guess I have been leaning forward. On the stick. And my plane has gently and successfully found a new altitude. I am much closer to earth now. And she looks grand. And I am not afraid of my new readings. More later. . .
Thanksgiving in Idaho - a book is conceived
It was a surprisingly good three days with Ben's family. Not because my husband cooked the 22 pound turkey to absolute perfection. Not because we got to know his very cool 18 year old niece. And not because I left behind any internet connection which gives me a chance to wind down. No, this trip was one of the turns that we sometimes take that define the struggles of yesterday: the hopes of today.
(I like that new touch of grammar for shrinking expression without going into text mode - and you?)
2012 has been a tough road through new terrain. Not just the back country of Teton County. But also the front of this next chapter of my life, with my very semi-private Wyoming. I have enjoyed the baby steps of a first full year together in the same place. I have wondered about the baby steps of my full-blown attempt to find my "place" in this most unusual community. And I have struggled with the small but needed steps of my half-blown attempt to connect with new people in this time of planting for a new season.
The best thing that I have to say on this final day of Thanksgiving weekend 2012 is that I am coming to find that life makes sense - both in the choices we make and the consequences we take - for much of my life. I am also coming to find that life makes no sense if we are trapped into the delusion that it is only by our five senses that we can live.
I think that the major decision I began to make somewhere in my adolescence is that there are additional senses that I needed to locate, activate and understand. One of them was my intuition (my hunches). Another was my ability to receive revelation (the still small voice). And another was my constructing grand story (map-making for the lifespan). I would like to describe each of these below as I round out my toolbox that I came to this life with, because I find that these are additional gifts for which I am grateful, and for which I have rarely written about - whether in my professional or in my personal life.
First, my intuition: I tend to have major hunches on occasion. Some might call it a gift. Some might call it silliness. But, I have found that these hunches have guided the shaping of my life. Case #1: I have found that when one has not one, not even two, but THREE doors that could be the right door for the future (e.g. job possibilities), then ONE of them tends to open. If I go with two doors, then it is possible that neither will open. And if I go with only one door, then it is probable that I simply get "no". And so, in this season, I have come to find yet again that I must have THREE possible doors for the work I seek to do beginning in the Fall of 2013. Because I am in the middle of constructing three, I have felt the confidence that "I have done my share" and that the universe will do His/Hers.
Second, my ability to receive revelation: I'll probably never know the source of these direct communications - all I know is that they are located somewhere between my mind, my heart and my core gut. I have found that there revelations have steered the journey of my life.
POST INCOMPLETE - but will publish anyway
(I like that new touch of grammar for shrinking expression without going into text mode - and you?)
2012 has been a tough road through new terrain. Not just the back country of Teton County. But also the front of this next chapter of my life, with my very semi-private Wyoming. I have enjoyed the baby steps of a first full year together in the same place. I have wondered about the baby steps of my full-blown attempt to find my "place" in this most unusual community. And I have struggled with the small but needed steps of my half-blown attempt to connect with new people in this time of planting for a new season.
The best thing that I have to say on this final day of Thanksgiving weekend 2012 is that I am coming to find that life makes sense - both in the choices we make and the consequences we take - for much of my life. I am also coming to find that life makes no sense if we are trapped into the delusion that it is only by our five senses that we can live.
I think that the major decision I began to make somewhere in my adolescence is that there are additional senses that I needed to locate, activate and understand. One of them was my intuition (my hunches). Another was my ability to receive revelation (the still small voice). And another was my constructing grand story (map-making for the lifespan). I would like to describe each of these below as I round out my toolbox that I came to this life with, because I find that these are additional gifts for which I am grateful, and for which I have rarely written about - whether in my professional or in my personal life.
First, my intuition: I tend to have major hunches on occasion. Some might call it a gift. Some might call it silliness. But, I have found that these hunches have guided the shaping of my life. Case #1: I have found that when one has not one, not even two, but THREE doors that could be the right door for the future (e.g. job possibilities), then ONE of them tends to open. If I go with two doors, then it is possible that neither will open. And if I go with only one door, then it is probable that I simply get "no". And so, in this season, I have come to find yet again that I must have THREE possible doors for the work I seek to do beginning in the Fall of 2013. Because I am in the middle of constructing three, I have felt the confidence that "I have done my share" and that the universe will do His/Hers.
Second, my ability to receive revelation: I'll probably never know the source of these direct communications - all I know is that they are located somewhere between my mind, my heart and my core gut. I have found that there revelations have steered the journey of my life.
POST INCOMPLETE - but will publish anyway
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Double convert
Just finished The Book of Mormon Girl by Joanna Brooks today. It was fitting that I had a prep period and sat in the Jackson Hole High School media center to rip through the last 70 pages. I'm really glad I read it - not just because I so rarely get at literature, but because she, in essence, bounced pass the ball to me.
You see, I'm a double helix of sorts - the theological as well as the sexual. So, as I'm running away from the issue I do not want to go near, I'm racing forward into a church community, leaving behind all sorts of unanswered questions as well as all sorts of questions I don't even raise.
Mormonism is a funny thing when one is an adult convert. It is almost always someone else's story. And I have almost always felt grafted into the chapters that play out with such ferocious intensity. I mean, after all, if one is 6th generation LDS, I don't really know what to make of it, being just 3rd generation American. After all, I can only sort out my grandparents to some degree. Before that, it's simply a complete unknown. The stories that were NOT told. The irrelevance of what went on before landfall at Ellis Island.
So, attempting to live a straight life for 20 years was not just a lie. It was more of a Houdini feat - having to live tied up inside of someone else's box, all the while allowing myself to be dumped into the ocean of sociological darkness. No, it wasn't the green jello. Nor the funeral potatoes. Nor even the gosh, jeepers, Wally, it's so swell to be alive, don't cha think?! It's the utter end of being able to ask a good question. And the absolute beginning of what I call "slow-motion kidney rejection".
Attempting to remain openly gay and closely Mormon have been the wildest paradox I think I will take on in this lifetime. Not so much of a waste, but more of a Chinese fortune cookie with not one but TWO fortunes coming out at the same pull. I also know I have confused some in my 11 chapter story (and counting) so far. It certainly appears that I was never meant to find my place and run a career of 40 years, have a nice retirement party, and go home to play golf and take my meds.
Coming out has been beautifully juxtaposed with going in. Not the closet. Rather, the group. The decision to enter through the doors of (no, not hell!) the temple and calibrate my spiritual tuning fork to the same frequency as everyone around me. Whether in that building, in that Utah County neighborhood, at that University (where only part of a universe of ideas are allowed), or watching the same early April/early October weekend cablefest.
Conversion is to run towards something; it is to run away from something; and once and a while, it's just a turning 180 degrees on a dime. I think I've enjoyed each of the three. Growing up on Long Island, just three generations from tenement housing life and still stuck on an island, I have sought to get to the world "out there". Mormonism became my "theological country club" - where we could all sit around and agree on everything "out there" - I certainly knew of country clubs where I had been raised. Marriage became my social "acceptance ticket" so that I could continue a career in education - especially since I knew that I was being watched as a high school teacher, and was certainly being targeted as a college professor in Utah. Being gifted may have raised eyebrows. Being gay (even if I wasn't ready to see it) lowered the boom.
The good news is that I think I am finally ready to stop looking back. There really isn't much left to uncover. Sometimes I wonder about why I majored in American history. It definitely helped me understand the landscape of this country. And sometimes I wonder about why I have felt so good about moving to such different places. They certainly helped me gain perspective for the stories that I wanted to knock at and tear open. Even if it felt like cracking open yet another fortune cookie - and getting yet another answer that only led to another mystery in the making.
More and more I find myself looking forward. And feeling very alive in the now. Thinking about my role, my place in this town called Jackson (funny, that is my kid's dog's name, the dog they inherited right after I left), a town that may just be the right size for me. Thinking about my passion for communicating in different languages and how I might contribute to bilingual media. And finally thinking about how I might lead a program centered on how young teachers might teach the social studies, rather than just teach them which is what I currently do. Because I want to sell the idea that while math and science might land jobs, history and the social studies tends to grow citizens. And that we need both to build a reenergized next generation. (More on that later.)
The interesting thing for me: these are the three avenues I am pursuing for my next step in a career. And any of the three will do just fine.
You see, I'm a double helix of sorts - the theological as well as the sexual. So, as I'm running away from the issue I do not want to go near, I'm racing forward into a church community, leaving behind all sorts of unanswered questions as well as all sorts of questions I don't even raise.
Mormonism is a funny thing when one is an adult convert. It is almost always someone else's story. And I have almost always felt grafted into the chapters that play out with such ferocious intensity. I mean, after all, if one is 6th generation LDS, I don't really know what to make of it, being just 3rd generation American. After all, I can only sort out my grandparents to some degree. Before that, it's simply a complete unknown. The stories that were NOT told. The irrelevance of what went on before landfall at Ellis Island.
So, attempting to live a straight life for 20 years was not just a lie. It was more of a Houdini feat - having to live tied up inside of someone else's box, all the while allowing myself to be dumped into the ocean of sociological darkness. No, it wasn't the green jello. Nor the funeral potatoes. Nor even the gosh, jeepers, Wally, it's so swell to be alive, don't cha think?! It's the utter end of being able to ask a good question. And the absolute beginning of what I call "slow-motion kidney rejection".
Attempting to remain openly gay and closely Mormon have been the wildest paradox I think I will take on in this lifetime. Not so much of a waste, but more of a Chinese fortune cookie with not one but TWO fortunes coming out at the same pull. I also know I have confused some in my 11 chapter story (and counting) so far. It certainly appears that I was never meant to find my place and run a career of 40 years, have a nice retirement party, and go home to play golf and take my meds.
Coming out has been beautifully juxtaposed with going in. Not the closet. Rather, the group. The decision to enter through the doors of (no, not hell!) the temple and calibrate my spiritual tuning fork to the same frequency as everyone around me. Whether in that building, in that Utah County neighborhood, at that University (where only part of a universe of ideas are allowed), or watching the same early April/early October weekend cablefest.
Conversion is to run towards something; it is to run away from something; and once and a while, it's just a turning 180 degrees on a dime. I think I've enjoyed each of the three. Growing up on Long Island, just three generations from tenement housing life and still stuck on an island, I have sought to get to the world "out there". Mormonism became my "theological country club" - where we could all sit around and agree on everything "out there" - I certainly knew of country clubs where I had been raised. Marriage became my social "acceptance ticket" so that I could continue a career in education - especially since I knew that I was being watched as a high school teacher, and was certainly being targeted as a college professor in Utah. Being gifted may have raised eyebrows. Being gay (even if I wasn't ready to see it) lowered the boom.
The good news is that I think I am finally ready to stop looking back. There really isn't much left to uncover. Sometimes I wonder about why I majored in American history. It definitely helped me understand the landscape of this country. And sometimes I wonder about why I have felt so good about moving to such different places. They certainly helped me gain perspective for the stories that I wanted to knock at and tear open. Even if it felt like cracking open yet another fortune cookie - and getting yet another answer that only led to another mystery in the making.
More and more I find myself looking forward. And feeling very alive in the now. Thinking about my role, my place in this town called Jackson (funny, that is my kid's dog's name, the dog they inherited right after I left), a town that may just be the right size for me. Thinking about my passion for communicating in different languages and how I might contribute to bilingual media. And finally thinking about how I might lead a program centered on how young teachers might teach the social studies, rather than just teach them which is what I currently do. Because I want to sell the idea that while math and science might land jobs, history and the social studies tends to grow citizens. And that we need both to build a reenergized next generation. (More on that later.)
The interesting thing for me: these are the three avenues I am pursuing for my next step in a career. And any of the three will do just fine.
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