Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Let's get TEAM USA to help animals here in the US!
I'M ASKING FOR YOUR HELP IN SHARING THIS GRAPHIC and accompanying message. It's a long shot but we can try to make it viral, right?
This idea came to me about an hour ago after reading yet another post about athletes adopting Sochi strays (which is wonderful!). I'm trying to get helping sharing it in the hope that we can actually get someone's attention -- someone who may be able to propose this to Team USA PR/community development people. If you're on twitter or other social media and can perhaps bombard any individuals or groups...rescue groups, athletes, celebrities or otherwise...to put this idea on the table for consideration for TEAM USA, I would greatly appreciate it.
Maybe our Olympic athletes can be leaders in the realm of animal welfare and get other Olympic teams to follow in more compassionate footsteps. Unfortunately, it's often easier to engage human beings to have compassion for furry friends rather than fellow humans. Many of us are tackling that as well, but for now I'm asking for your help in supporting this idea by simply sharing this.
#olympianssaveanimals
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With Gratitude,
Dena | About Me
Friday, February 14, 2014
DO YOU LOVE YOU?
(Original post at Wishadoo.org)
It's Valentine's Day -- February 14, 2014 – and love, love, love is in the air. One day each year we're surrounded by talk of love and bear witness to ways of expressing our love for one another.
It's Valentine's Day -- February 14, 2014 – and love, love, love is in the air. One day each year we're surrounded by talk of love and bear witness to ways of expressing our love for one another.
A few days ago a dear friend posed a question which elicited
a rather unusual reply from me. I didn't realize it as I began
composing my reply, but what I ended up sharing was a revelation about my core
personal beliefs. In keeping with the intention to deepen my work, I'm sharing
this interaction and my feelings about love this Valentine's Day.
The question posed by my friend, who was in a state of
emotional distress, involved seeking spiritual guidance and the most effective,
meaningful way to do that.
(Spiritual. See, merely typing that word here,
publicly, is a shift for me and part of the deepening of which I speak. I have
always considered myself spiritual though not religious. What I mean by that is
that I, personally, feel I have a direct connection with ______ [insert your
chosen word here; I really don't have a word, which may be why I have avoided
discussing in depth in the past]. I genuinely respect most people
who follow a religious path or specific spiritual path, as well as those who
claim the labels of atheist and agnostic. I see it all as a choice; we're each
making a choice as to what we believe regarding the realm of the unseen and
deeper meaning. I am one of those annoying people who freely admits I do not know anything,
and I'm okay with that.)
Back to my friend's question…
We have quite a few spiritual friends in common, so I knew
she would receive a lot of very helpful, specific guidance regarding others'
practices and beliefs.
Yet her question triggered something within me and prompted
me to dig deep and explore why most religious and/or spiritual paths don't
resonate wholly with me on a personal level.
Here is what I wrote:
Do you believe, or can you open to the possibility, that
part of your Being is pure love and sheer perfection? You...the unique soul
imprint we know as _____. Your Highest Self, as I call it.
Like you, I also tend to get caught up in words: God,
Spirit, The Universe...and get lost when I try to envision or describe
God, Spirit, The Universe. So much is beyond our ability to comprehend, imho; I
can't begin to put what I choose to believe into words.
When I simply go within and tap into myself, for lack of better words, and trust that part of Who I Am is Pure Love and all the wonderful qualities we attribute to God, Spirit, The Universe, that works for me.
I am more comfortable with myself than with any other being, and I believe we are each manifestations of God/Spirit/The Universe. So, I ask, I beg, I pray, I set intentions, I express gratitude...I convene with my Highest Self, trusting that in doing so I'm also convening with God/Spirit/The Universe. I have an unshakable belief in our Interbeing with all life.
To me, it's a much more simple, direct line of communication, with familiarity, and takes away some of the discomfort, confusion and perhaps even a sense of unworthiness that I sensed in your post when seeking guidance.
I wouldn't ever, ever be afraid to ask something of myself.
When I simply go within and tap into myself, for lack of better words, and trust that part of Who I Am is Pure Love and all the wonderful qualities we attribute to God, Spirit, The Universe, that works for me.
I am more comfortable with myself than with any other being, and I believe we are each manifestations of God/Spirit/The Universe. So, I ask, I beg, I pray, I set intentions, I express gratitude...I convene with my Highest Self, trusting that in doing so I'm also convening with God/Spirit/The Universe. I have an unshakable belief in our Interbeing with all life.
To me, it's a much more simple, direct line of communication, with familiarity, and takes away some of the discomfort, confusion and perhaps even a sense of unworthiness that I sensed in your post when seeking guidance.
I wouldn't ever, ever be afraid to ask something of myself.
I love myself. I may get disappointed and even disgusted
with myself at times but, all in all, I truly and deeply love myself.
I sincerely hope you love you, my friend. I
love you.
I found myself in tears after I wrote that. I felt such
tremendous love for myself. No, really, I did. I know it sounds weird, and I'm
sharing this precisely because I don't think it should sound or feel weird.
We so often speak of self-love and showing compassion for
ourselves and really feeling it, not just saying the words. Over the last
few weeks I've been mindful of saying, out loud, "I love you, Dena."
At first it was awkward, but I broke through the awkward stage, and when I
wrote my thoughts to my friend I experienced one of those euphoric moments in
which I truly felt it…not only for myself but for my friend and all
beings.
Now, don't get me wrong. Many people view me as some touchy-feely, hippie, kumbaya person who espouses "love and light" for everyone and everything, so when I express disdain for someone's actions, they accuse me of being a hypocrite.
The love of which I speak here doesn't translate into me wanting to develop a relationship with every person I meet; there are people I have removed from my life because I view them as toxic, to put it mildly. Removing them from my life is the most loving action I can take for myself and the person involved.
Now, don't get me wrong. Many people view me as some touchy-feely, hippie, kumbaya person who espouses "love and light" for everyone and everything, so when I express disdain for someone's actions, they accuse me of being a hypocrite.
The love of which I speak here doesn't translate into me wanting to develop a relationship with every person I meet; there are people I have removed from my life because I view them as toxic, to put it mildly. Removing them from my life is the most loving action I can take for myself and the person involved.
That said, on that "higher" level – the aspect of
me that embodies the highest level of my own humanity -- I can say I sincerely
love them, as I don't believe they are "evil" or "bad"
people in their heart of hearts. I believe we are intrinsically connected
and interdependent in an energetic sense, so I most definitely wish them well
and certainly do not wish them any harm.
But I have zero interest in having them in my life, as I strongly dislike aspects of who they are and how they behave and how it all affects me.
I also believe many people who claim to be atheist or agnostic feel this same sense of Interbeing and interconnectedness of which I speak, without being able to (or perhaps without needing to) articulate it. They recognize that all beings – all humans and all creatures and the Earth herself – are interconnected and interdependent.
But I have zero interest in having them in my life, as I strongly dislike aspects of who they are and how they behave and how it all affects me.
I also believe many people who claim to be atheist or agnostic feel this same sense of Interbeing and interconnectedness of which I speak, without being able to (or perhaps without needing to) articulate it. They recognize that all beings – all humans and all creatures and the Earth herself – are interconnected and interdependent.
I will share more soon about my experiences which have led
to this unshakable belief in the interconnectedness of all beings, our Interbeing,
as it is the foundation of how I have navigated my journey through life thus
far.
My belief in Interbeing is contrasted with the real
experience of what I refer to as "othering." Whenever we feel a
sense of disconnection and subsequently treat other beings accordingly – or
experience this treatment ourselves -- the result is usually tremendous
pain and suffering. Wishadoo! was
created to provide a space to connect in an attempt to heal our pain and
suffering, and then to inject more joy into our human experience.
In considering my friend's question, I realized that my
perception of many spiritual and religious paths involves othering -- a
disconnection or externalization of one's faith as being separate from
ourselves as individuals. Many believe the origins and core essence of most
belief systems and religions are steeped in authentic Universal Love, yet
putting those beliefs into practice – including how we pray and convene with
Spirit (I'll use that word here) – has become complicated and now seems to
require an intermediary of sorts, be it in the form of sacred scripture,
clergy, specific rituals, specific prayers, etc.
(Please know that I realize each person's beliefs are very
personal and unique, so I'm not trying to make a blanket statement; I'm sharing
my own perceptions and my feelings. Our connection to All That Is is part of my
belief in Interbeing, and resultant sensitivity to the pain of disconnection
and othering.)
For those of you who do believe in God/Spirit/The Universe,
I ask you to please consider the possibility that you may "other"
Spirit at times when you doubt your direct connection.
I ask you to please consider the possibility that you may
"other" yourself in a multitude of ways more often than you'd like to
admit.
I ask you to take a moment to sit quietly and ask yourself:
"Do I love me?"
Tell yourself you do. Say it out loud, even if it doesn't
feel sincere at first and even if you feel extraordinarily awkward.
"I love you, _____."
"I love you, _____."
Say it until you believe it. Do the inner work that
makes it possible, that makes it authentic.
And know that you are loved.
I say with a full, wide-open heart that I love me.
I also love you.
I love All That Is.
Happy Valentine's Day.
~ Dena
P.S. – The hit song by A Great Big World, Say Something, has really struck
a cord with people of all ages (see 4-year-old's
emotional reaction). I can't really tell why it touches people so
deeply; perhaps it's a very unique, individual reaction for each of us. I
find it poignant yet exquisite in its simplicity.
I ask you to listen to the song and try not to take it too literally; imagine singing this to yourself. Don't walk away from yourself, don't give up on yourself. Say something...loving to yourself. (refresh page if video doesn't show)
Saturday, July 20, 2013
The Extraordinary Lack of Empathy in the Case of Trayvon Martin
I've seen this graphic shared quite a bit in my social media circles in the last few days, with white friends and family members asking why white people who are victims of crimes committed by black people don't get the same media attention and comments by the President.
The answer, in short, is because there is no comparison. In the other horrific instances, such as the case of young Marley Lion, an investigation began immediately, and the alleged perpetrators apprehended, charged and jailed. The system worked.
Not so in the case of Trayvon Martin. With Trayvon, the police were aware of the killing, but there was no charge until there was national pressure. The Trayvon Martin case made national news due to the perceived inaction by the Sanford Police Department.
There is room for outrage in all instances of violent crime, but when a proper investigation takes place, resulting in finding and arresting those responsible, being outraged that your loved one's death was essentially ignored isn't one of the outcries.
In the case of Trayvon Martin, this was indeed the initial outrage.
Even though empathy has been in my awareness from the start -- because I am someone who takes the time to try to put myself in the shoes of another -- I haven't totally immersed myself in the details of this hypothetical question:
In the case of Trayvon Martin, even empathy has been in my awareness from the start -- because I am someone who takes the time to try to put myself in the shoes of another -- I have resisted totally immersing myself in the details of the hypothetical question:
What if what happened to Trayvon Martin that evening happened to my child?
I have resisted because to imagine that is too emotionally difficult. I do know what it's like to lose a child -- through no fault, no one was responsible -- and to willingly attempt to walk myself through what Trayvon Martin's parents experienced (understanding that I will never come close to understanding what they truly experienced and feel) is something I've avoided.
The negative, angry reaction from a significant segment of the US population to President Obama's remarks yesterday regarding racial issues shows many things, but the first thing which comes to mind is the extraordinary empathy deficit he spoke of many years ago. The lack of empathy I see in many places, from many people...the lack of willingness to even ATTEMPT to empathize...made me take the time to imagine this hell.
I come away devastated and heartbroken.
Which is precisely how so many within the black community have felt this past week.
It's all too easy for people of color in general to imagine Trayvon is their child. (That was Obama's point, people. By the way, it's not race baiting to encourage having a respectful conversation. Claiming this is race baiting says a lot more about the people saying it than they realize.) The life of a black person is simply very different from mine, as a white person. What happened from the very start, through to the verdict, is something most black parents could identify with acutely.
When the adult carrying a loaded weapon who chose to follow a 17-year-old on February 26, 2012 -- a 17-year-old doing nothing wrong whatsoever at 7:15 or so that evening -- ended up suffering no consequences as a result of his lethal choices that night, it led to national mourning on the part of people of color. What we are witnessing is primal pain and mourning, more than anger.
That's where the empathy President Obama is asking for comes in. No, a white person such as I doesn't understand what it means to be a person of color in America in 2013 (though I do know the mindset of a racist, having grown up in a racist environment). No one knows the unique grief of Sybrina Fulton and Tracy Martin. But I know what it's like to want to protect my child.
Below is my attempt to walk through this nightmare; not step by step of the path followed by Trayvon's parents, but merely the most obvious steps along this nightmarish journey. I would ask all of you who are parents, wondering why this has gotten so much attention, to consider doing the same.
* * * *
If my child had been visiting someone, doing nothing wrong at all, and was simply returning at a reasonable time (7:15 PM) from buying snacks, and the next thing I know is that my child has been shot and is dead -- and the person who admittedly shot her was free to go (after they did a drug tox screen on my daughter but not the shooter) -- I'd raise my voice and beg and plead and pitch an absolute fit trying to get media attention as well.
(Note that Trayvon's parents have been the picture of dignity and grace throughout this ordeal. I don't know that I would be; I pray I never find out.)
Chances are the scenario wouldn't play out that way for me though, as far as needing to get others to please pay attention to what I know is a wrongful death of my CHILD. I feel fairly confident that I, as a white mom with a white child, would get a lot of support and attention.
Any parent would be outraged and want justice. Anyone who loves someone wants justice, not only for their loved one but to PREVENT IT FROM HAPPENING AGAIN.
For someone to choose to follow and end up shooting my child, who was doing nothing wrong (even if she did, hypothetically, strongly physically defend herself, which is what I have always taught her to do...though, unfortunately, we'll never know the truth of what really transpired during the physical altercation), and then to not be held accountable for the choices they made that evening, that is APPALLING.
For the shooter to be hailed as a hero by a large segment of our population and media, while my daughter is torn to shreds and ripped apart in public, IS APPALLING.
Whereas Trayvon has repeatedly been portrayed as a thug with outright viral lies (by racists and gun nuts, let's be honest here) -- trying to justify the choice Zimmerman made that fateful evening by choosing to follow the teen, with a loaded weapon -- perhaps my daughter would instead be demonized as a slut, saying she was asking for trouble or something. Maybe they'd find a pic on FB that someone could use to paint her in that light.
I can imagine how my child, who is tall and trained in tae kwon do, could be portrayed as threatening to Zimmerman, as the masses attempt to defend the indefensible.
Even if it went to trial after gaining media attention and subsequent investigation, and the trial went according to Florida law and the shooter was found not guilty -- not guilty because my daughter fought back (since she is not the one who created this entire situation to begin with) against someone who chose to follow her, with a loaded weapon -- I would absolutely fight against that law and continue raising my voice and encouraging a national discussion.
Whatever elements were involved that may have led to my child's unnecessary death, you better believe I would be pushing to explore every single one in order that no one else has to ever feel my pain. In the case of Trayvon Martin, racism and racial profiling is an element that must be explored, not only as it concerns George Zimmerman but the Sanford Police Department and the entire criminal justice system.
Regarding the lack of a "proper investigation" as it concerns George Zimmerman, what led many to feel a proper investigation didn't take place includes but is not limited to the fact that: "
-- George Zimmerman was not subject to a criminal background check until after he was released from custody.
-- Nearly a week passed before important witnesses were interviewed by the police.
-- Investigators failed to access Martin’s cell phone records for weeks.
“Those mistakes should not have been made,” said Andrew Scott, former chief of the Boca Raton police department and a national policing consultant. “They were such rudimentary aspects of an investigation.”
Again, if it were my child and if the police had just summarily believed the shooter rather than investigate fully and more thoroughly, I would have done exactly what Trayvon Martin's parents did. I think any parent would.
Though I don't believe I would be so graceful and dignified; I think that's largely because I don't know what it's like, as a white person, to have injustice and discrimination heaped on me and my child each and every day, in myriad ways. I might have more energy to scream and fight and pitch a fit because I haven't fought that particular battle my entire life. (There are many battles on many fronts right now, including a war on women, a war on the middle class and those living and working in poverty, but this post is about the very specific battles only people of color fight in the USA.)
Again, to address my initial point, everything I wrote above is what made this a national media story and why it's different from other stories being put out as being a comparison. So, please, especially if you are a parent, try putting yourselves in the Martins' shoes. If your heart can take it.
EDIT TO ADD President Obama's thought-provoking question from his 7/19/13 press conference:
"And for those who -- who resist that idea, that we should think about something like these Stand Your Ground laws, I just ask people to consider, if Trayvon Martin was of age and armed, could he have stood his ground on that sidewalk? And do we actually think that he would have been justified in shooting Mr. Zimmerman, who had followed him in a car, because he felt threatened? And if the answer to that question is at least ambiguous, then it seems to me that we might want to examine those kinds of laws."
And how would such an outcome have played out in the courts and our media? Put on your empathy cap and try to imagine, but be honest -- if only with yourself.
~ Dena
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