Spirit Of Graciousness

Surprisingly, I had no more words to express, after I posted my Herman Cain scandal articles. And explaining that matter, even to myself, was a rather challenging endeavor. How does one shift, almost overnight, from bold near-expletives to silence, particularly in today’s highly-charged political environment? Is that not an absurdity, particularly if one wishes to have impact which I decidedly do?

I thought myself rather strange in this way, especially, as at the time that I silenced myself, I had come to love writing my blog articles. And I believed that I was genuinely enjoying myself, speaking out as I was. For decades circumstances had conspired to hold back the well-researched, well-documented perspectives I had devotedly accrued since Watergate on the "dark side" of politics and the power games politicians play.

The spirit of graciousness
my "Mom" (stepmother)
embodied is with me always.

I prided myself on my expansive capacity to, not only explicate what I had discovered, but put that wisdom to use in everyday life. Should I choose to do so, I was more than confident of my
ability to "diplomatically" challenge the best of the power players. That is, if I choose, too, to risk upending my hard-won “zones of peace” and tranquility.

So why had I silenced myself just at the seemingly most perfect moment; heading into the 2012 election year? There certainly were, already, more than enough opportunities to make my perspectives known in the growing heat of day; endless “case studies,” actively offering themselves up for comment, each and every day of the week. Why quiet oneself now, a curious observer might ask?

It’s almost easy to understand the irony, if one realizes how absurdly boring it has all become; this election campaigning of 2008, now become that of 2012. And, how it is for me, personally, in this daily arena of character bashing. Given that I have a bold, brash, male side of me that enjoys, not only the wisdom I have gained, but the game as its played, but, even more so, that I, also, have a spirit of graciousness, embodied by my Divine feminine nature, I needed the quiet of my inner mystical self to take a break from it all. Before it has even fully begun. Thus, for awhile I had little more to say, but only for awhile.

Truly, I am, today, a product of my parents; bold and outspoken like my father, and gentle and contemplative like my stepmother. How to balance these two sides of me and do it with grace does not always come easy to me.

When I Am Without Words

Original posted and modified here from New Horizons Small "Zones of Peace," Wednesday, December 28, 2011.

When I am without words to bridge the chasm that separates me from you, I am unable to write my blog articles. My assignment, per board member and blog coach, Lisa Boyer, is to write two blogs for each site, weekly; a total of four per week between them. Not infrequently, however, enumerable obstacles arise, obstructing this responsibility of mine. I often fall short of the mark, though I am always learning and hoping to do better.

Still, the writer’s drought I was experiencing over the past three or four months really mystified me. I love writing these articles. But I kept falling short of my intentions and having a curiously difficult time, pinning down the cause. Nothing that I considered adequately accounted for the lag. Not satisfied with simply “writing” off my inability to produce as a typical writer’s block, I continued to contemplate the obstacle I was unable to transcend. Exploring one’s resistance can be quite a gift, you know.

Before long, it seemed right for me to mindfully take my query into my daily meditations, asking the light within as well as beyond to please illuminate the path out of my somewhat disturbing circumstance. This angle brought me to look for clues in New Horizons Possible Human, Possible Society Study. This study is, without doubt, the most intriguing and fun project I have done in years! I have been enjoying every minute spent on it, particularly the interviewees’ stories; true tales carrying within them hopes for our country’s future well being. Yet seeing this connection still did not fully remedy my writing dilemma.

No, the fuller explanation was more deeply buried in my psyche. Then, lo and behold, the big insight came to me. Wow! There was an important connection between my inability to write and earlier comments I had posted on this blog related to the “Herman Cain” scandal. Wow, again!

Liberated from my writing obstruction, I am about to tell you what I discovered, believing that you will find some intrinsic value through my sharing. I hereby pledge to bring forth, from the very depths of my being, what I consider to be some of the most useful stories I have in my storehouse of tales. Check out my “We Came For Camelot” stories, already posted, to find background for these offerings to come. Also check out my extended bio as well as a summary of the history of the New Horizons project, beautifully written by G.M. Corrigan, for additional background

Much more to come; election year, 2012, is the perfect time for these tales to be told.

P.S. For stories, details and participation qualifications, check out the Possible Human, Possible Society Study.