Starve the Vampires

I’m trying to practice non-outrage. Mindful awareness of the dangers of powerful narcissists and greed-heads, but non-outrage in the response. They feed on our outrage (and by they, I mean he).

So. Attention not to the energy-vampires, but to the quiet, dedicated ones who keep going, keep doing, keep meeting the needs. Attention to the hurting ones, to the seekers, to my own unmoored emotions.

I will no longer feed the ravenous energies of the attention-whores in the halls of power.

Starve them, I say. No more oxygen, no more yeast, no more feeding.

They prey upon our energies, these public carrion eaters, draining, destroying, getting larger and more vicious with each ounce of outrage and anxiety we place into their bowls. They howl for more. And we give it to them.

No more, I say. (At least for now. At least as long as I can stay mindful.)

Let’s circle up, tell our own brilliant stories, share our laughter and our poems, plan the revolution.

Sure, we’ll poke holes in the balloons of lies and destroy the shining facades to reveal the rotting heart, but not through outrage and fear. Step into the circle. Let’s turn our faces away from the bullies who can survive only as long as we give them attention.

The bullies we contend with will not hesitate to find some small and vulnerable one to harm in order to get our attention, so let’s be ready to step in and stop harm, let’s shore up the walls of protection, but always with our backs to the bullies, our focus on the need, on healing the harm.


Gratitude List:
1. Sourdough bread for supper. My Local Flock of Yeast is getting excitable. I almost set them free yesterday, but they showed me their stuff.
2. Whole Wheat flour. I had to go to school just one more time, to find a couple things before my classroom was dismantled, so I went to Miller’s and found whole wheat flour!
3. Reminders that I am not alone. You are not alone. We are not alone.
4. The way the sun is slanting through the house at this time of morning.
5. The way trees bud in pink and orange andred before the green leaves pop out.

May we walk in Beauty!


“At the end of the day, I’d rather be excluded for who I include than included for who I exclude.” —Eston Williams


“Free me. . .from words, that I may discover the signified, the word unspoken in the darkness.” —Byzantine Prayer


“Some days, you don’t know whether
you are stepping on earth or water or air.
Place each foot carefully before you
and offer your weight gratefully to
whatever it is that holds you.” —Beth Weaver-Kreider


“Father, Mother, God,
Thank you for your presence
during the hard and mean days.
For then we have you to lean upon.

For those who have no voice,
we ask you to speak.
For those who feel unworthy,
we ask you to pour your love out
in waterfalls of tenderness.
For those who live in pain,
we ask you to bathe them
in the river of your healing.

Dear Creator, You, the borderless
sea of substance, we ask you to give to all the
world that which we need most—Peace.”
—Maya Angelou


“This will be our reply to violence: to make music more intensely, more beautifully, more devotedly than ever before.”
—Leonard Bernstein


Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.”
—Mary Oliver


“If you just learn a single trick, Scout, you’ll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.” —Harper Lee

Oxygen

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One breath.
One heartbeat.
Another.  Another.
The moment between the call of the wren
and the hush that follows.
Strands in the fabric
of your tapestry.

Gratitude List:
1. I can’t yet see that light at the end of the tunnel, but I can sense it if I sort of look to the side and imagine that it’s there.
2. There’s a dad in this house who keeps making little surprises to put into someone’s dollhouse.  I wish I could be here this morning to see a small person notice the newest changes.
3. Seasoning.  This is a great word.  I love perfectly seasoned food–when just the right extra flavors have been added in balance.  I am also feeling my own seasoning develop, bit by bit, in the high school.  No matter how much teaching experience and energy I may have come to this school with, this is my first teaching experience with high school students, and it takes some seasoning to develop myself as a teacher.  I am grateful to have two years under my belt.  Each year adds new and more complex and intricate flavors.
4. Plans to organize and tidy up.  This is born of my current low-grade frustration with the clutter and mess of the house.  May is when I am in the final skid toward the end of the semester, and Jon is in the upward climb into the farm season, and the house is left to take care of herself. Add Little League to that mix, and we’re on a bit of a wild ride.  So in odd moments, I calm myself by thinking of the de-cluttering I am going to begin the moment that my grades are in for this semester.
5. Deep breaths.  They can calm you down, wake you up, give you a moment to gather your thoughts, center and ground you.  Oxygen is a marvelous thing.

May we walk in Beauty!