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Thursday, April 18, 2013

"Again"

there is blood on the ground.
there is more blood on the ground.
the mothers are weeping.   again.
the fathers are grieving. steeling those
sobs which will only come when they
feel safe to weep.           again.

there is blood on the ground.
there is more danger beating on doors.
stay inside and hope to not hear a knock.
the mothers are ready to take up arms.
the fathers fear for their children. each
whisper a prayer every time the child
must journey out. 
they fear and try to assure themselves
the proportional odds, the times they
have returned safely, the certainty that
these things happen to other people.
until it happens to them.     again.

we rage.
we weep.
we light candles.
we buy guns.
we watch the news.
we snap at the grocery clerk because
    we are afraid to walk to our car.
we ask questions.
we rail at the silence.
we pray even if we’ve been prayer-less.
we lock our doors.
we turn off the news because we cannot
bear more smoke, fire, shots,
explosions,  loss.        again..

there is blood on the ground.
there is anxiety in the collective soul of our land.
there is the reach of community and reminders of
what we really believe butting up against the
grief.  and we commit to good. we rekindle
kindness. we extend ourselves to strangers.
we do the impossible and face the fear and
stand up, stretch out our arms and put
them around a shoulder that is closest.
we become, together, more than we are alone.
                                  again.
mary anne radmacher ©

"Just Americans"


Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Write to Remember

This piece is available as a numbered, signed print, in a short run...contact me if you are interested in one.
When you look at all the little "write" images hear, "Scritch, scritch," or "tap, tap, tap."

write to make sense of experiences.
write to learn as much as you can from the all and the everything.
write because words and ideas are fascinating.
write because exploring concepts is play.
write to synthesize discoveries and make them practical. or relevant.
write to become the best version of yourself.
write to find your own power and in that process, empower others.
write to inspire, motivate, comfort, facilitate, discover,
communicate, create & connect.
In this scratching, this making of marks - find diverse ways
to make colorful, beautiful, lasting marks on the
pages of your days.
write to remember and do what matters. 
- mary anne radmacher ©

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Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Daily Writing: Life Impacting



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Monday, April 15, 2013

Boston: In My Heart


Boston Bombin

I don't have to know the who, how or why to grieve the harm done at the Boston Marathon.
I weep.  I hurt.  I ache for the pain of the Sandy Hook parents who were there to run 26 miles for 26 lost lives.
In grief I try to school and soothe myself by looking through the lens of history.  Throughout history, broken people try to break others. Those who have been harmed visit their harm on others. Harm tries to find its own watermark.

I was just thinking that maybe the Medici Family was visited by random harm as they pursued their interests in the 15th Century. And the familiar tale of the good Samaritan is in the context of that road being known to be dangerous. Harm lurking, causing concern. The broken people have always brought harm to themselves and others...but now, with dense population centers and immediate access to news, tender hearts meet a perfect storm of sorrows. Increasing inclination and immediate access. In fact, the "immediate access" is incentive for some of the broken ones. 15 minutes of "fame." All heart breaking.

So my prayers, attention, emotional support and all goodness go to the people who are bleeding. The people who were harmed. The people who stood as witness to this travesty.  The runners whose hopes and dreams and calendar and resources are tied to this historical, national event.  The perpetrators?  To you I stand away.  I will not fuel your celebrity by turning my head to look long at you.  Sorrow multiples and I can only wish that you, the bringers of harm, find new equations that do not add to an equation already filled with pain.
Boston - my heart aches for you, and yours, today.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

REMEMBER AND DO WHAT MATTERS

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Begins May 1.   REMEMBER AND DO WHAT MATTERS is divided into three action blocks. On line with one, maybe two Skype calls or google hangouts.  The first week follows a model called Radmacher Focus Phrase™. Prose writers...you can do this with one hand tied behind your back.  The second week is a “research” week. In this week you “show up and take notes,” following the daily guiidance. LIst makers? This is where you shine.  The third week is a process that teaches you how to reach for those elusive answers. You souls given to deep reflection - this is your zenith. And this is the segment where it all ties together and you - experience change  you can’t possible anticipate now. And I can’t tell you WHAT it is - only THAT it is.

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Wednesday, April 10, 2013

The Introverted Ones Are Not Always Quiet

I provide evidence of that in this interview with Beth from the "Introverted Entrepreneur."


LIsten to us here:

Being an introvert has been a puzzle to most people who have known me. 

I do not appear as an introvert in many circumstances.  
And yet, I am.

I hope you enjoy listening to the podcast.


Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Schooled By Judgements

Yesterday was populated with harsh judgement.  Judgements that I assessed about others and those that I served up to myself.  I was contemplating the process:  it is a truth that I resist.  That which I judge others by, most harshly, is really about me.  It’s  somehow, somewhere down the line, a judgement about myself.  I knew I needed to write about this.  It’s no surprise I sat in front of a white sheet.  Unmoving.  I did not want to attach words.  I did not want to make this part of myself visible to others and more visible to myself.  So I sat.  And stared. 

Increasingly the rise of a neighbor’s voice moved from a distant, unintelligible rumble to clear, precise words delivered loudly. Pft. Loudly?  She was shouting.  At the top of her lungs.  And here’s the punch line.  Her final delivery that persuaded me to write this.
“I’m just trying to help you and you always yell at me.  Why are you always yelling at me?”  Slam went a screen door. Boom slammed the wooden door.  She was even shouting with the architecture of her home. 

Judgements delivered up to others are usually about ourselves.  Bring it on home...how I judge others is a follow-the-thread-back-to-your-own-unraveling-garment assessment of myself.

Just three snapshots.  (Sadly, there are more but I’m sticking with three.) 1) Yesterday I observed the extraordinary dense population, by virtue of full parking lots, at every fast-food establishment I drove past.  Tsk tsk.  And I fed myself poorly and made choices that did not serve my best interests.  2) A young man (that looked every bit the part of one of the thieves recently reported as car-burgling on our island) was bent over, bobbing up and down.  Perhaps he was hurling some excesses of the night before I narrated to myself.  In my rearview mirror I observed the actual picture: he was picking up the trash on the side of the road.  He was doing what I do when I take a walk. Immediately “schooled,” I did manage to toss out a “Thank you,” before my car was too far past him for hearing.  3) “Hmpf,Pajama bottoms,” I remarked to my friend as a large woman was packing herself into a small car.   I’ve been more than critical of the cultural phenomenon of folks wearing pajama bottoms out and about in the world.  The voiced judgement led to a fascinating conversation about comfort and unconventional choices.  What we didn’t talk about was the judgement around weight and size.  Slowly schooled.

In these judgements I observed self-recrimination when I looked a little closer. And I heard the voices of my parents from childhood.  Defending their sense of propriety and judging others based upon the choices they made for themselves.

Dang.  It happened again.  I just became my mother for a little while.  And the sneaky truth taps me as I write.  “Oh Honey, you’re your mother more than you ever notice.” Yes.  Well, perhaps I will consider that another time.

If yesterday was populated with harsh judgement (and it was) then today is my own invitation to challenge my own norms.  Again.  (Really, is this a never-ending process?)
So on went my Joe Boxer capri length pajama bottoms.  And my Stephanie Schuster sweater and a pair of Keen shoes (“best pair of shoes” because they are a gift from a friend) and out I went, walking. Dog and dog leash in hand.  Not headed for the anonymity of the beach but the visibility of the Post Office. 

Remarkable.  I was met with smiles.  Greetings. A stranger held the door for me. People complimented my dog.  The earth kept spinning and no one seemed the worse for wear that I appeared in public in (PEOPLE don’t you see that these are pajamas?  Sleep wear?) quite unflattering, hard-not-to-notice, spring plaid pajama pants.  No. I am not going to provide a photo.  Please just take my word for it.

Well, stop the presses.  Even judgements can be an instructor if I let them.  If I care to
be honest as I can with myself and notice their remarkable breadth of presence. I can be schooled.

So.  When the judgement oozes out of my mouth about anybody or anything, the trick is to partner it with the question, “What are you really saying about you?” 

Judgement River does, meanderingly, ultimately return to the Sea of Self. 

Mary Anne Radmacher©  Author of LIVE WITH INTENTION, HONEY IN YOUR HEART and numbers of other books