Our Untheoretical Self

I like these quotes:

"Thou shalt not be constructed." – Agnes N. Miclat-Cacayan

"Try to discover your true, honest, untheoretical self." - Brenda Ueland

"Our theoretical self often interferes with our real self."- Anne Wilson Schaef

Lack of construction eliminates the need for deconstruction. And I’d argue we’re talking /external/ construction, the perceptions the dominant Other. However, I acknowledge that we are a product of multiple construction, therefore require deconstruction, and self-reconstruction to make that discovery of that true, untheoretical Self.



I thank You God for most this amazing day; for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes. -- e.e. cummings

Gratitude is such a conscious act, to recognize a moment of pure grace in its own shape, whether the smile on a child's face, a tree waving gently on the wind, or a chance meeting between friends long since parted.

I can be miserly with my gratitude, as if there is only a small portion available to me, yet when I am grateful, I find that more things come to my attention to be grateful for, small things, midsize miracles, large, life changing moments. I am thankful for relative good health, a good job, two eyes that can see clearly (with glasses), and a loving family. For a God who loves me and who grants me each moment opportunities to practice love. Because love is a practice, like gratitude.

Mostly today, I am grateful for poets who dare to dream of spaces so ubitquitous yet unnoticed, for their ability to bring into sharp focus what we easily slide past. For marking down grace with words layered in meaning and rooted in experience.

There's the realm of infinite Yes which they bring to us on silvered words.


Even One Small Change Makes a Difference

If you can't feed a hundred people, then feed just one.

Mother Teresa


Bill Moyers on Faith and Reason

Bill Moyers's new seven-part series, "Faith & Reason," airs Fridays, starting June 23, on PBS. Authors include Mary Gordon, Salman Rushdie, and Jeanette Winterson.

Q: Why did you decide to just interview writers, rather than speaking to theologians, pastors, etc.?

BM: I was looking for a fresh take. There's a spasm of fundamentalism in the world right now, and fundamentalism is at war with the imagination, at war with creativity, at war with freedom, especially freedom of the mind. And more often than not, the people who feel the weight of that war are writers, and [it is] writers who are exploring deep issues of faith and reason through language. Language gives them the capacity for nuance that you don't have in fundamentalist dogma or creeds or doctrines of any organized religion.

"If you watch the mainstream media in this country, you would not know that there was something called mainline Protestantism. You wouldn't know that there are Catholics who are independent and have remained in the church, even though they are at odds with the church...

"It's inevitable that you will bring your beliefs into the political struggles of our time, but it is essential to realize that your theology, your beliefs about God, cannot be enshrined in legislation or in policies of the state." – Bill Moyers

my name

Now appearing on Haruah: Breath of Heaven

my name

strung on hyphens like rosary beads
my given name, my saints name, my father’s name
my mother’s name, her mother’s name erased

The final in a trio of poems all nurtured by the mentorship of Barbara Jane and encouragement of Chie. My deepest gratitude to both.


Somewhere I remember..."dancing on a blade's edge will end with bloodied feet" or some such...sort of like "skating on thin ice" but more dire, since the portended death is slower and likely more painful.

It might appear, then, that my comment to Ver here might be blade dancing of a sort, my integrity bleeding slowly away...

Or perhaps I'm simply feeling /dramatic/ today.

I'd rather think, then, that it's more a matter of unveiling. Layers. Layers of spirituality. The cloak and measure appear to be of one thing, but if one looks closely, it is a patchwork. Each square a doorway into a series of experiences usually unseen in the perceived shape.

We are each built of stories, never ending linkages, many our own making, but all inextricably entwined by the heritage of the body, the mind, the spirit, the emotion to where we are now and where we hope to go.

To look in a mirror darkly could be acknowledgement that we perceive ourselves only as shadows. Or it could be a hint of scrying for inner knowledge of layered experiences and existences.

We may look to the roots for nourishment, but we also reach to the skies with leaves which transform light and air into growth. Let's not uproot in favor of the leaves, nor diminish the leaves in favor of the rootedness. Let us be whole, vibrating, and dancing beyond the binaries of the axeblade.