She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Friday, December 21, 2012


It's not just about guns, or video games, violence on TV.
The mass shootings and school attacks we see so much of today.
These are the acts of madmen.


Madmen are and madmen act; they always have.
What produces them I am not certain but I am sure their numbers and the forms they take are crafted by our culture.
It's about who we are, who we are not, and who we want to be.
Who we claim to be; the walk we walk, the talk we talk.
It's about a Nation of selfish, greedy, ultra paranoid, small minded, mean spirited people.
We say one thing and do another.
Thus a supposed Christian nation can turn it's back on the neediest of it's people.
There is a word that can be used to describe our culture.
It comes from the Hopi language.
Difficult to translate into English...
Essentially "Crazy Life" with the emphasis being on the crazy.
A specific and peculiar kind of crazy.
Life out of balance , Life in turmoil.
Life in disharmony with the natural world that sustains it.
A state of life that calls for another way of living.

Life as suicide.
There is no word in English to describe what we have become.
But I do believe that this invisible rift in our culture so aptly described as Koyaanisqatsi has much to do with the production of the modern day madman.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Sandy Hook

Tonight I ask the Earth for her prayers
 I ask the Water to shed her unnumbered tears
 The Fire to illuminate the dark places
 I ask the Air to take aloft these prayers
 Lift them over and beyond the abyss
 To the comfort of the afflicted 

I ask the Stars
 To shine down on the children of the world
 To see them safely tucked into bed
 I beg for the mercy of the world
 To be bestowed on those who are not 

I ask us all for understanding, compassion
 For the wisdom and strength
To end this madness

Wednesday, December 12, 2012


Parting from the Canadian Tundra pines
Headed south in the sun
Not a beach dweller this one
No tropical paradise mode
The bare maple
And snow covered pine
Are just fine
For his winter abode 
So here he will abide
As I rest warm inside