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Small Things

Today the clouds rolled in and it started raining. I spent the afternoon listening to excellent music, sipping hot cider, and emailing old friends I haven’t talked with in a long time, including “bossman”, my ex-boss from dot-com days who now lives in Australia.

Among the music I listened to is McCartney’s new double CD set, Wingspan (History and Hits), combining old and new music. It suited the day. So did Alanis Morrisette’s newest CD, her best release by far. I’m thinking of listening to Sting’s Desert Rose next, dedicated to a certain Brit I know, who just loves Sting. Or maybe I’ll listen to a little Phil Collins.

For dinner, I’m having a meat pie, an idea I got from Allan, except my pie will be homemade, with a delicate crust, very light on the meat, not too rich a sauce, and with vegies cut small — easy food for a tummy that isn’t feeling too good. I’ll eat it sitting in my favorite chair, comfy under a cozy blanket, listening to more music and watching the mist obscure the big ships in the bay as the gray of the day turns into the darker gray of the night.

To complete the picture, I’ll pretend my Mom made the pie. And tucked me into my blanket.

Small things.

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The Trickster

I’ve always been fascinated with the myth of Trickster. He is cunning and sly; the wise man who acts as the fool. His very nature is contradictory because he is a bringer of both chaos and order. He is considered evil, but a necessary evil.

Every culture has Trickster in it, though the actual representation may differ. For instance, to many Pacific Northwest and Alaskan native people, the Trickster is Raven. The winged God with the dual nature, Mercury, is considered Trickster in Greek Mythology by some (because of Mercury’s dual nature), and Loki is Trickster in Norse mythology.

To the Turkish (Islamic) people, Trickster is a person, Nasreddin Hodja, and takes on the personification of Trickster as wise man who plays the fool. It’s hard to pick among them, but my favorite Hodja story is probably Everyone is Right:

Once when Nasreddin Hodja was serving as qadi, one of his neighbors came to him with a complaint against a fellow neighbor.

The Hodja listened to the charges carefully, then concluded, “Yes, dear neighbor, you are quite right.”

Then the other neighbor came to him. The Hodja listened to his defense carefully, then concluded, “Yes, dear neighbor, you are quite right.”

The Hodja’s wife, having listened in on the entire proceeding, said to him, “Husband, both men cannot be right.”

The Hodja answered, “Yes, dear wife, you are quite right.”

The Navajo (the Dineh) have, in my opinion, the most sophisticated outlook regarding Trickster, who to them takes on the persona of Coyote. In fact, Coyote still forms an important aspect in current Navajo culture to the point where many of the Dineh will not cross the path of a live coyote, in case it is Coyote come to play a trick.

Occasionally you might hear a reference to Coyote in regards to a person having to fight their own personal demons. In particular, the Navajo associate many forms of illness with Coyote, referring to alcoholism, drug addiction, stomach and other illnesses as “coyote sickness”. This sickness is usually associated with an external influence such as alcohol or drugs, or poor diet and even exposure to chindi, or ghosts.

To resolve these illnesses, the shaman will perform a healing ceremony and take a person back to their center, performing a ritual cleansing — a healing way — as the person makes reparations for the offenses they have made.

You won’t find much online about healing ways, nor will you find much about the sandpaintings used by Navajo shaman during the rituals associated with healing — the Navajo consider that this information gives power and power given foolishly can rebound on the person who disseminates it indiscriminately. However, I did find reference to one healing way, the Bear way, that seems to be for women in their 40′s. The mention of the “crystals” in the ceremony, though, would lead me to guess that this is new age rather than traditional Indian ceremony.

The study of Coyote and illness, particularly illness associated with addiction, isn’t restricted purely to Navajo medical and religious tradition. In an excellent article, Jacques Rutzky discusses addiction and Coyote from a psychotherapist’s position, somewhat based on Jung’s Archetypal Trickster:

Forced to cultivate an awareness of the Coyote in myself as well as my patients, I have come to recognize that Coyote’s greatest delusion, that he knows everything, is frequently my own delusion as well. I try to remember that the images, associations, and thoughts that arise in my mind may be a link to another’s experience. Or they may not. And though I know with great certainty that Coyote will never be destroyed, I can, at least, recognize his familiar shape, smell, and howl when he comes into my office, sniffs the furniture, and plops down beside me, smiling.

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Google search

To the person who came to my weblog based on the following Google Search:

single childless women in their 40’s do any feel postive about their situation

Yes.

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The Fog

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

I was driving north on 101 when I noticed that the approach to Golden Gate Bridge was blanketed by heavy fog. Now, driving across GG is an exercise in precision in good weather; I wasn’t interested in trying it out in the fog.

I pulled into Crissy field to watch the fog and listen to the fog horns, hoping it would blow over so I could continue.

As I waited, I thought back to the news I read this morning. There was another suicide bomb in Israel, with six people dead. There was a fire in an Arab American church in Los Altos and an attack against a Jewish man in Sacramento. These last two events weren’t thousands of miles away — these were in my backyard.

Sad, bad, mad times.

What makes all of this so much more difficult is there is no clear picture about what can done in the Middle East. To say with surety that this path or that will lead us — us — out of these times is naive at best.

Sharon and others say that we can end this conflict by routing the terrorists out of the West Bank, but how? Instead of eliminating terrorism, won’t we find that the same hand that wields the sword of retribution is also the same hand that sows more seeds of terror?

Terrorism is a renewable resource.

What is the right way out of the killing in the Middle East? The racial and religious bigotry throughout the world? I don’t know anymore. I am lost in uncertainty.

With these thoughts in my mind, I look up and see that the fog still lingers at the Bridge, but decide to hell with it — if I wait for clear days I’ll never cross Golden Gate. As I start to cross, I am met with a totally unexpected view: the fog has somehow formed a tunnel over and around the Bridge, but the road itself is clear.

I have no definitive answers to the situation we’re facing throughout the world. All I can do is continue fighting racism and bigotry in my weblog and in my life. I can join peace vigils and hold hands. I can write against the Israeli incursions into Palestinian territory and write against suicide bombs and against terrorism in any form. I can stay informed, and get involved when the opportunity arises. This is the clear path I see.

And there is one other thing I can do — I can show more respect for those I don’t agree with. For all we know, I may be wrong. And if you don’t agree with me, that’s okay, too. For all we know, I may be right.

And it starts with something this small and personal…

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Finding Truth

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

According to Dictionary.com, triangulation is:

The location of an unknown point, as in navigation, by the formation of a triangle having the unknown point and two known points as the vertices.

When I studied history in college I had a college professor tell me that the only way to discover the truth behind an event is to read three completely different interpretations of the same event. Somewhere in the middle of all these interpretations, you’ll find the truth.

Unfortunately, it’s all too easy to only listen to one viewpoint, one interpretation; listening to those who are like minded and speak with one voice is less disruptive than seeking the truth.