Friday, October 5, 2012
We Are The Ones...
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.
John Burroughs
John Burroughs (April 3, 1837 – March 29, 1921) was an American naturalist and essayist important in the evolution of the U.S. conservation movement. According to biographers at the American Memory project at the Library of Congress,[citation needed] John Burroughs was the most important practitioner after Henry David Thoreau of that especially American literary genre, the nature essay. By the turn of the 20th century he had become a virtual cultural institution[peacock term] in his own right: the Grand Old Man of Nature at a time when the American romance with the idea of nature, and the American conservation movement, had come fully into their own. His extraordinary popularity and popular visibility were sustained by a prolific stream of essay collections, beginning with Wake-Robin in 1871.
In the words of his biographer Edward Renehan,[citation needed] Burroughs' special identity was less that of a scientific naturalist than that of "a literary naturalist with a duty to record his own unique perceptions of the natural world." The result was a body of work whose perfect resonance with the tone of its cultural moment perhaps explains both its enormous popularity at that time, and its relative obscurity since.
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Burroughs
Lately, many of us are feeling disillusioned, powerless, and frustrated. I suspect this is not unique to the human condition. That generations before have had the same feeling. We are allowing the so-called money and power people to affect our enjoyment of living. We are also allowing the rest of society to affect us. In fact, we are giving OUR power to fully enjoy ourselves over to them when we do this.
Perhaps if we could take responsibility for our own actions; perhaps we set better parameters about our associates and the people we call friends; perhaps we could create a healthy community of like minded people.
Finding full freedom to enjoy ourselves surely won't happen if we don't find a like-minded group. Of course, that is no panacea as we all have our ups and downs. But before we look outside condemning other behaviors, we must look within to ensure we aren't doing the same thing.
It is easy to fall into this trap of over-helping, allowing the co-dependent into our inner circle. In return, we lose ourselves as we are drained of our own life giving force. A simple cost benefit analysis tells the story. We already know what is acceptable. But do we love ourselves enough to want more?
After all, we are the ones we are waiting for.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Aren't I The Customer?
A recent call to a health insurance company isn't aimed at what is appropriate or even convenient for me. It began like this:
"Please enter your insurance policy number, birth date and name."
Having followed the command, I am then spun off to another branch of the telephone tree.
"If you want claims, please press the extension you want."
How would I know the extension? I don't work there. Thank goodness!
A woman answers.
"Under the Affordable Care Act, a bone density test is covered yet you denied this charge."
"Yes, it is covered. I can fix this now."
I remind her I am appreciative of her time. I am also the customer. I inquire how they plan to reimburse me for my lost time doing their work. After all this is a financial relationship.
"Hold on while I get a supervisor."
Ten minutes pass, no supervisor. I suggest they call me back. That was yesterday - nearly 24 hours ago .No call back to date.
It isn't much different calling the physician's office. I must run through a set of instructions, 99% of which have NO bearing for me. None. Nada.
Eventually I find help. The nurse practitioner's triage nurse tells me the nurse practitioner thinks I should make an appointment with the physician, just for a meet and greet. Oh goody. Is she treating me to this? Not on my dime. Never.
Remember, I AM THE CUSTOMER.
Don't tell me this isn't the corporation of the people, by the corporation, financed by the taxpayers.Corruption. It's everywhere.
.
"Please enter your insurance policy number, birth date and name."
Having followed the command, I am then spun off to another branch of the telephone tree.
"If you want claims, please press the extension you want."
How would I know the extension? I don't work there. Thank goodness!
A woman answers.
"Under the Affordable Care Act, a bone density test is covered yet you denied this charge."
"Yes, it is covered. I can fix this now."
I remind her I am appreciative of her time. I am also the customer. I inquire how they plan to reimburse me for my lost time doing their work. After all this is a financial relationship.
"Hold on while I get a supervisor."
Ten minutes pass, no supervisor. I suggest they call me back. That was yesterday - nearly 24 hours ago .No call back to date.
It isn't much different calling the physician's office. I must run through a set of instructions, 99% of which have NO bearing for me. None. Nada.
Eventually I find help. The nurse practitioner's triage nurse tells me the nurse practitioner thinks I should make an appointment with the physician, just for a meet and greet. Oh goody. Is she treating me to this? Not on my dime. Never.
Remember, I AM THE CUSTOMER.
Don't tell me this isn't the corporation of the people, by the corporation, financed by the taxpayers.Corruption. It's everywhere.
.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
The Dark, Blue Sea
Look around. Being spiritual may cost.
Yoga was designed to assist people when they meditate. To help them sit longer in the process of clearing one's minds.
Fifteen years ago, a yoga class was relatively inexpensive. There were no registration fees, monthly debiting to your bank account or limitations on when the book of classes had to be taken. It was about giving a gift of oneself to another human.
There were no meditation classes to be found years back but that is slowly changing. Most instructors charge modest fees. Class attendance is not always assured as people prefer instant gratification. With meditation you work within. There is no consumption. It doesn't pollute. It can heal if you are willing to put in the time.
Meditation is about getting rid of non-productive thoughts. It is a spiritual connection between you and yourself. How you define spirituality is completely up to you. There is no liturgy, no books, there is only you. It is about you going inside yourself to let things be. To get out of the continuous thoughts that no longer fit the person you are becoming. It is about quieting oneself in this highly sentient world.
Last night after watching the film "Half The Skies" on PBS I simply had to turn it off. I am also going on Facebook less and less. I don't want to see any more human suffering. I don't want to hear about any more pets that have been abused. I do what I can. I can not do it all. Nor can I any longer take it all in. It makes me sick that we are continuously barraged about human suffering. How much do we have to continue to talk about it. It is well nigh time to take action.
After I turned the television off I thought about war. I thought about the belief systems that initiate war. Meditation was helpful clearing my mind, removing the human violence. I thought about where I want to put my volunteer time. Where I want to put my efforts.
Marine mammals have always held a special place in my heart. Growing up my Dad had fifty fish tanks in our recreation room. Piranhas were among them. I think I finger painted every single backdrop. Volunteering for a marine mammal stranding center was always fun. Water is life sustaining and requires protection from human exploitation.
Raising money through development work and event planning as a volunteer will be an exciting challenge. Working with naturalists and like minded folks who love the oceans will be an educational and fulfilling experience.
The Dark, Blue Sea
Lord George Gordon Byron
Yoga was designed to assist people when they meditate. To help them sit longer in the process of clearing one's minds.
Fifteen years ago, a yoga class was relatively inexpensive. There were no registration fees, monthly debiting to your bank account or limitations on when the book of classes had to be taken. It was about giving a gift of oneself to another human.
There were no meditation classes to be found years back but that is slowly changing. Most instructors charge modest fees. Class attendance is not always assured as people prefer instant gratification. With meditation you work within. There is no consumption. It doesn't pollute. It can heal if you are willing to put in the time.
Meditation is about getting rid of non-productive thoughts. It is a spiritual connection between you and yourself. How you define spirituality is completely up to you. There is no liturgy, no books, there is only you. It is about you going inside yourself to let things be. To get out of the continuous thoughts that no longer fit the person you are becoming. It is about quieting oneself in this highly sentient world.
Last night after watching the film "Half The Skies" on PBS I simply had to turn it off. I am also going on Facebook less and less. I don't want to see any more human suffering. I don't want to hear about any more pets that have been abused. I do what I can. I can not do it all. Nor can I any longer take it all in. It makes me sick that we are continuously barraged about human suffering. How much do we have to continue to talk about it. It is well nigh time to take action.
After I turned the television off I thought about war. I thought about the belief systems that initiate war. Meditation was helpful clearing my mind, removing the human violence. I thought about where I want to put my volunteer time. Where I want to put my efforts.
Marine mammals have always held a special place in my heart. Growing up my Dad had fifty fish tanks in our recreation room. Piranhas were among them. I think I finger painted every single backdrop. Volunteering for a marine mammal stranding center was always fun. Water is life sustaining and requires protection from human exploitation.
Raising money through development work and event planning as a volunteer will be an exciting challenge. Working with naturalists and like minded folks who love the oceans will be an educational and fulfilling experience.
The Dark, Blue Sea
Lord George Gordon Byron
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.-
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin-his control
Stops with the shore;-upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
His steps are not upon thy paths-thy fields
Are not a spoil for him-thou dost arise
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
For earth's destruction thou dost all despise,
Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray,
And howling, to his gods, where haply lies
His petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth: there let him lay.
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitals,
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make
Their clay creator the vain title take
Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war;
These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake,
They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar
Alike the armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee-
Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Thy waters washed them power while they were free,
And many a tyrant since: their shores obey
The stranger, slave or savage; their decay
Has dried up realms to deserts:-not so thou,
Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play-
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow-
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests; in all time
Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm,
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Dark-heaving; boundless, endless and sublime-
The image of eternity-the throne
Of the invisible; even from out thy slime
The monsters of the deep are made; each zone
Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
And I have loved thee, ocean! And my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wanton'd with thy breakers-they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror-'twas a pleasing fear,
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane - as I do here.
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.-
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin-his control
Stops with the shore;-upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
His steps are not upon thy paths-thy fields
Are not a spoil for him-thou dost arise
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
For earth's destruction thou dost all despise,
Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray,
And howling, to his gods, where haply lies
His petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth: there let him lay.
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitals,
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make
Their clay creator the vain title take
Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war;
These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake,
They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar
Alike the armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee-
Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they?
Thy waters washed them power while they were free,
And many a tyrant since: their shores obey
The stranger, slave or savage; their decay
Has dried up realms to deserts:-not so thou,
Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play-
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow-
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form
Glasses itself in tempests; in all time
Calm or convulsed-in breeze, or gale, or storm,
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Dark-heaving; boundless, endless and sublime-
The image of eternity-the throne
Of the invisible; even from out thy slime
The monsters of the deep are made; each zone
Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
And I have loved thee, ocean! And my joy
Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be
Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy
I wanton'd with thy breakers-they to me
Were a delight; and if the freshening sea
Made them a terror-'twas a pleasing fear,
For I was as it were a child of thee,
And trusted to thy billows far and near,
And laid my hand upon thy mane - as I do here.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
The Times, They Are A...
Time
Does time pass through us?
Do we pass through time?
Look closely. You may see a reflection in the clock. A reflection of the woods, a reflection of furniture in front of the clock.
Where are you in relation to time?
On a recent walk along the New England coast one windy day, a seasoned man stopped to talk. His short haired dachshund sat immediately. He knew his buddy well. He also knew he would be sitting here for a while. His human loved to talk.
The man pointed to the west and spoke about what he sees on his walk in the cove. Sometimes it is a sandy shore, sometimes a high tide. A speck of sand in the scheme of things he said.
At a recent family gathering one of my favorite nephew's spoke about how fast everything is going. His wife said she couldn't have a conversation with a friend. Everyone is texting or on some technological gadget. She wanted to slow her life down. Like it used to be.
"I grew up living in a home without running water. We used an outhouse and that was in the early 80s," she said.
She went on to say she wanted to raise her family simply. What she didn't say, and what I know only to well was that her husband grew up with a millionaire father. A millionaire at age 30 before he was born. A life of plenty. Plenty of stuff that is.
An intellectual property attorney, he saw what fast produces. He didn't want any of it. A long conversation ensued with the three of us.
"Just slow it down, you have the time. Take it."
Does time pass through us?
Do we pass through time?
Look closely. You may see a reflection in the clock. A reflection of the woods, a reflection of furniture in front of the clock.
Where are you in relation to time?
On a recent walk along the New England coast one windy day, a seasoned man stopped to talk. His short haired dachshund sat immediately. He knew his buddy well. He also knew he would be sitting here for a while. His human loved to talk.
The man pointed to the west and spoke about what he sees on his walk in the cove. Sometimes it is a sandy shore, sometimes a high tide. A speck of sand in the scheme of things he said.
At a recent family gathering one of my favorite nephew's spoke about how fast everything is going. His wife said she couldn't have a conversation with a friend. Everyone is texting or on some technological gadget. She wanted to slow her life down. Like it used to be.
"I grew up living in a home without running water. We used an outhouse and that was in the early 80s," she said.
She went on to say she wanted to raise her family simply. What she didn't say, and what I know only to well was that her husband grew up with a millionaire father. A millionaire at age 30 before he was born. A life of plenty. Plenty of stuff that is.
An intellectual property attorney, he saw what fast produces. He didn't want any of it. A long conversation ensued with the three of us.
"Just slow it down, you have the time. Take it."
Monday, October 1, 2012
Just Do The Right Thing
There was a time, I believe, when there was a sense of what it meant to do the right thing. Demonstrate hospitality, good manners, be a good samaritan, do under others, call people back when you say you will, provide good customer service, be on time. You get the idea.
Similarly, there is also, I believe, a common sense law. It doesn't need to be legislated, approved by the Supreme Court, a.k.a. SCOTUS, or enacted by Congress. It doesn't require an amendment to the Constitution. It means the Bill of Rights is honored. The Golden Rule.
Congress should not have the right to vote themselves a raise, change their benefits package (which was never designed as a Golden Parachute) or remain in office, especially when they are incompetent members. There are some highly effective ones. They could be even more effective if the incompetents were removed. They, like CEO types would not be rewarded for their inability to maintain a bottom line. Assuming of course, they DO THE RIGHT THING. Always.
The customer is not always right. However, good interpersonal relations assumes they would try to retain their customers. Go above and beyond to keep them.
Maybe we need a day when we decide NOT to spend a cent.
This customer will fly less (did I mention last night's plane had one functioning bathroom?), buy less and speak out more. How about you?
Similarly, there is also, I believe, a common sense law. It doesn't need to be legislated, approved by the Supreme Court, a.k.a. SCOTUS, or enacted by Congress. It doesn't require an amendment to the Constitution. It means the Bill of Rights is honored. The Golden Rule.
Congress should not have the right to vote themselves a raise, change their benefits package (which was never designed as a Golden Parachute) or remain in office, especially when they are incompetent members. There are some highly effective ones. They could be even more effective if the incompetents were removed. They, like CEO types would not be rewarded for their inability to maintain a bottom line. Assuming of course, they DO THE RIGHT THING. Always.
The customer is not always right. However, good interpersonal relations assumes they would try to retain their customers. Go above and beyond to keep them.
Maybe we need a day when we decide NOT to spend a cent.
This customer will fly less (did I mention last night's plane had one functioning bathroom?), buy less and speak out more. How about you?
Friday, September 28, 2012
Fly The *&^% friendly skies?
"The departure time for flight # , from to on at has changed. The flight is delayed so the crew can meet rest requirements. Your estimated time of Departure is . Since we make every effort to be on time, please be at your gate as originally scheduled as US Airways continues to make every effort to return your flight to an on time schedule.
Rest requirements? Did you money mongers build that into the flight schedule. Rembember, you are on MY dime. Oh right, this is the corporation government and peeps just don't matter.
I'll think twice about flying with you next time.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
You Have An Important Message
"You have an important message from you doctor's laboratory."
OH NO!
Thoughts run rampant as the mind imagines the worst. But my doctor's lab never made this call before. It must be bogus. Just to be on the safe side, I will call them back.
"Please send me a copy of the bill so that I can pay it."
An unintelligible voice just keeps talking.
"Excuse me but I cannot understand you. Just send me a bill and I will examine it and we can be in touch."
A week later.
There is a voice mail message on my phone.
"You have an important message from you doctor's laboratory."
Another call to Solstas Laboratory to inquire about a bill I never received.
"Can you please send me a bill? I can't pay something if I don't know what the charge is for."
A week later.
"You have an important message from you doctor's laboratory."
Another call to Solstas Laboratory with the same inquiry. Please...send me a bill.
A week later.
"You have an important message from you doctor's laboratory."
Enough of this nonsense. The CEO or senior management doesn't have a phone number available. How clever.
Another phone call to the bill department.
A pleasant voice answers and assures me a bill will go out.
I don't much like threatening calls. This seemed like a scam. I won't be using this service again. Fingers crossed I get a bill this time.
I made several more phone calls to them with the same inquiry.
OH NO!
Thoughts run rampant as the mind imagines the worst. But my doctor's lab never made this call before. It must be bogus. Just to be on the safe side, I will call them back.
"Please send me a copy of the bill so that I can pay it."
An unintelligible voice just keeps talking.
"Excuse me but I cannot understand you. Just send me a bill and I will examine it and we can be in touch."
A week later.
There is a voice mail message on my phone.
"You have an important message from you doctor's laboratory."
Another call to Solstas Laboratory to inquire about a bill I never received.
"Can you please send me a bill? I can't pay something if I don't know what the charge is for."
A week later.
"You have an important message from you doctor's laboratory."
Another call to Solstas Laboratory with the same inquiry. Please...send me a bill.
A week later.
"You have an important message from you doctor's laboratory."
Enough of this nonsense. The CEO or senior management doesn't have a phone number available. How clever.
Another phone call to the bill department.
A pleasant voice answers and assures me a bill will go out.
I don't much like threatening calls. This seemed like a scam. I won't be using this service again. Fingers crossed I get a bill this time.
I made several more phone calls to them with the same inquiry.
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