Sunday, April 24, 2011

a call to sanity

My husband wrote this entry in response to my recent blog "pornography to my ears and soul." Thank you Trey.
It’s been an interesting week since our local newspaper published Jenice’s commentary on hearing Katy Perry’s E.T. song. In the grocery store, on the soccer field, even while riding my bike, people have come up to one or both of us to tell us that they read Jenice’s editorial. These have been people we know well and people we barely know at all. Grace, our 8th grader, has come home from school with stories of how her friends’ mothers were all talking about the editorial and how a teacher discussed it in class for a while. In another case, a friend told Jenice that her editorial was the subject of that week’s church sermon.
And we talked about Jenice’s commentary further with each other and our kids as well. 
Mason, Grace, and I all had two similar initial reactions to Jenice’s editorial: (1) as she noted, we thought it was a little odd that this particular song at this particular time triggered such a strong reaction in her, and (2) we noted that there wasn’t any proposed solution – no call to action.
As the week went on, I began to see Jenice’s commentary differently, however. I realized that, although it did not include a call to action, that may be for the best. When I originally read her essay, I had anticipated that she would end her observations on pop music lyrics with some instruction on what we should do about the problem. I think a part of me felt a little let down by the lack of a hopeful message on what we could do. 
But the truth is that we don’t need another “war on” anything. It seems that every time we try to strongly oppose something, whether in sports, in business, in politics, or in popular culture, our actions only provoke equally strong reactions. So maybe we don’t need a rallying cry, a call to action, so much as a call to sanity. And that is exactly what Jenice’s editorial was – a call to sanity.
It’s simply not a very controversial statement: As enticing as the beats can be, popular music often encourages an unhealthy world view for the consumption of our youth. And yet we collectively continue to generate and consume that music. Why? I am not against the artists, and certainly not against the freedom of expression, but I am intrigued at the choices that we make collectively, especially when those choices are harmful to us in some way. 
So, now I am grateful that Jenice’s message did not include instructions on solving the problem and I am grateful that she acted on her impulse – even if all of us, Jenice included, are baffled by “Why that song? Why now?” 
I think that is enough that Jenice trusted her strong emotional response enough to put it into words and then put those words into print. By shining a light on an issue that we all know is there, but are usually numb to, maybe she helps us take the opportunity to be a little more conscious in our choices, a little more sane. And if the ripple effect of her editorial is any indication, the simple act of sharing an emotional response when we are genuinely moved to do so may be one of the most powerful actions around.
~Trey Cutler

Friday, April 22, 2011

a good friday

Today is Good Friday and it is Earth Day. I have been sitting on my couch, for far longer than I want to admit, really...trying...very...hard to wax poetic on one or both subjects! 
I got nothing. Except a lot of trying. 
What I do possess for Jesus and the earth is love that is tangible and runs deep within my being and at times can overwhelm me into a crying heap of gratitude, awe and elation all meshed together. 
The earth is a host to humankind and innumerable other life forms. Will we ultimately choose to heal the injuries and fragilities we are causing upon her? I hope so. I pray so.
Jesus was born into this realm as flesh and blood to role model the essence of humanity. God wanted us to understand our own Divinity. Many were looking for a “savior” who would come here and fix all that was wrong and difficult in their lives and in the world - an external resolution. Yet, Jesus’ work was internally focused, intended to reach our hearts and souls to assist us in our awakening and evolution. We are as Jesus and the Divine, we are light and love, and able to co-create with God. Jesus was here to bridge the divide between man and God. Jesus was the host showing us that God was not out in the ether somewhere beyond us or outside of us, but rather within.
2000 years in “time” have passed since Jesus’ presence here, yet his life of love continues to transform the world today, like a magnet pulling us within, awakening our consciousness, and helping us to grow closer to Truth and to God. Through love, all is possible, miracles are possible. Thank you Jesus for all of the miracles of your life and death. 
Happy Easter and Happy Earth Day everyone!

Friday, April 8, 2011

pornography to me ears and soul

I’m driving my 8th grade daughter to school this morning. As usual, she is in control of the radio station and music selection. Also as usual, she settles in on a mainstream hip hop/pop station. 
We travel without conversation as neither of us is fully awake yet, only the music filling the silence. A song plays that I have not heard before, and suddenly I feel as if I have been punched in the stomach, drained of breath and life force. Did I hear those lyrics correctly? I immediately turn off the radio. My heart and my being sink.
I instruct Grace that when this song comes on the radio, she is to change the station immediately. This is not typical behavior for me, or a typical reaction from me. Usually, I’m fairly easy going, or more accurately, I’m resigned to the fact that our popular music is inundated with graphic sexual and violent messages. 
I’m not sure why, but this morning the brazen lyrics trigger an intensely negative visceral reaction in me. I’m sad. I feel beat up. I’m angry. 
I feel totally ambushed and attacked by the message and deeply saddened that our society has reached the point of complacency that my teenager and I are unwittingly exposed to pornography while driving to middle school.
I’m surprised by the intensity of my own reaction.
I find the song on the internet when I get home. It is called “E.T.” and is by Katy Perry. Kanye West is featured on it. These lyrics are sung by Kanye:
Imma disrobe you
Then Imma probe you
See I've abducted you
So I'll tell you what to do
I tell you what to do (what to do, what to do)
OK. I know that these lyrics are no worse than many other songs out there. And, I know that I allow my children to be exposed to a great deal of unhealthy influences in their day to day life through mainstream media.
But in this moment, I am devastated that my beautiful 14 year old daughter, who is in the stage of life where she is discovering her place in the world, hears these lyrics and worse, day in and day out, lyrics that to me say that it is fine, normal or even desirable for a man to exploit you, abuse you, rape you, abduct you, exert power over you.... I’m sickened. 

Thursday, April 7, 2011

snowballs bursting with love

Thank God that life allows for hope and healing, that the mechanics of our existence actually direct, streamline, corral, point us towards...healing and hope. Thank God. 
Without faith in our ability to heal, how would we survive the moments in life that are heartbreaking, cruel, unfair, or even insidious? The moments that stop us cold and breathless, and leave us completely hollow and alone? We all experience those moments...anguish that can last a moment or a few days, or can stretch into months, years, and even a lifetime.
Thank God there is hope. Thank God there is healing. Thank God there is peace. Thank God there is light and love. Thank God. 
If I am to be a feeling person, a compassionate person, a person connected to All...I must have hope and healing and peace and light and love. Without hope, I would implode otherwise. I could not survive my own pain, or the world’s collective pain, if love was not truth, if love was not the reality.
Yesterday, a friend’s husband died from a brain tumor, leaving her and their four children behind. He was several years younger than us, and vibrant, and full of much more life to live.
Yesterday, another friend shared the painful and difficult situation she is in.
Last night, I fell asleep with tears I could not stop. This morning, when I awoke, this prayer accompanied and befriended my tears: 
From the Universe
I gather the energy of love into my hands 
Molding it into a snowball of pure white love 
Collecting more, expanding it
Packing it tighter and denser 
Intensifying the concentration of love
Healing snowflakes fall from the Heavens
Blizzarding, or gently falling, as needed
Snowflakes of courage and strength
Snowflakes of comfort and calm and serenity
Snowflakes that open and expand the ability to feel 
a soul’s continued presence with his loved ones
Snowflakes that bring peaceful knowing
that beauty is possible (and natural)
even from the ugliness of unfairness, hardship, loss
To my friends
To the families who lost their homes 
in the fire burning in the foothills 
just west of our community
To my sisters and brothers in Japan 
To Mother Earth
May the snowball of unconditional love
burst open and shower upon you 
the graces and blessings of healing
May love support and carry you
through this storm
Lighten the burden and heaviness
Illuminate the darkness
Remind you of truth
Transform you

Amen, And So It Is, Blessed Be