Monday, March 18, 2013

Life is Happening

As I wait for Friday, March 22, my 39th week of my second pregnancy and the day of our planned c-section for our Little B to join and expand our once little family that started with Meeks, myself, and this guy:



I am nervous and excited and can't believe that I will be the mother of two. How did that happen? I mean, technically, I know how that happened but figuratively... when did I become a mother, let alone the mother of two???
Life is funny that way, isn't it? 
You wonder and wait for when things are going to happen. Impatiently your mind is flooded with future thoughts - When will I meet him? When will I get married? When will I have children? WHEN?!?!? - that you don't realize in those small moments that it is happening. That LIFE is happening and unfolding and becoming and that you just don't know it yet. And then you turn around and you've married him and are the mother of two and think about how far removed you are from the person you were only a few years ago.

Life is a road. And the road you take is based on decisions that you make. It's scary and beautiful and even when you think you might be going the wrong way, there's always a chance to take a different way. Trust the direction you think you need to be going. Trust the road. Life is being constructed on it as we speak. 







Monday, March 11, 2013

I Am

"Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future."
(- Cloud Atlas)

Sometime in the beginning decades of the 20th century, The Times invited several esteemed authors and writers to write essays on the theme What is wrong with the world today? An influential author of the time, G.K. Chesterton, quite simply responded:
Dear Sirs,
I am. 
I learned this in a documentarty Meeks and I watched called I Am. It was a documentary directed by Tom Shadyac, director of movies like Ace Ventura, Bruce Almighty, and Patch Adams and although a bit humorous at times, the age old message of the film was clear:
We are all connected 
...and if we don't learn to cooperate together, we will all die alone.

We are programmed to think that human nature is competitive; weeding out the weak so that "only the strong survive." It is true in nature. It is true in humans. But what I found surprising last night is that while there will always be some form of competition, this concept of get-what's-yours-at any-expense and "only the strong survive" isn't as true as we might believe. Actually, in many cultures, this concept of competition is considered a form of mental illness. The idea of being the "strongest" is only part of nature and what was found was that cooperation and being connected to one another was just as big a part of nature, if not bigger, to the circle of life.


Husband, years ago, pointed out an example I have loved and noticed ever since. Have you ever seen a cow grazing in a field? I'm sure. But next time eye spy with your little eye the little white bird that is usually always somewhere nearby. I guarantee these two have nothing to talk about, no alma mater they share or political view they are debating, they are simply cooperating and coexisting with one another; helping each other get what they need. 

(The other is a picture I took of a dog and chicken that walked up and down the beach together at Playa Pelenque. Again, I doubt they're discussing the war on terrorism. I like to think despite their differences they're BFF's.)



In the film there is a scene that I found especially powerful. A stampede of ram are running from an attack from an oncoming lioness who catches one and claws it down to the ground. The ram has no chance... except ... a fellow ram - big and strong - steps in and fights the lioness, literally head on. The rest of the thousands of ram run by, making you very aware that this ram doesn't have to stop and take care of another, but it does and it makes all the difference. His injured friend lives to fight another day. 


The scene asks my heart a question. For what other purpose are we here than to take care of one another?

The documentary refers to Ishmael, a book by Daniel Quinn that opens your eyes in ways you may not want them opened. The film discusses a time when tribes lived together in cooperation. The hunters went out day after day and brought back what was needed for everyone in their tribe - the young, the old, the weak, the injured -  to survive and live happily. In other words, they brought back just enough. No one went hungry and those who couldn't hunt for themselves were fed and taken care of because everyone had exactly what they needed - no more, no less. But one day, the best hunter came home and said:
I am the best hunter. Why do I need to do all of this work for everyone else? 
Listen carefully... this is where the shit, oops I mean shiFt in society starts to really change.

So the hunter took his hunt and set up shop at the top of a mountain, away from the tribe, protecting his hunt. Nevermind that what he had was entirely too much for one person. Some of the other hunters saw this and slowly followed his lead, setting up their own space to protect what was "theirs." The problem with this was that now the young, the old, the weak, the injured went hungry. Without the hunters to provide, they were unable to survive. This started the story that in order to survive you must take what you can get, when you can get it and protect it with your life by any means possible. (Nowadays, I believe this is called War.)

This "story" we tell, according to the documentary and Ishmael, is that in order for us to be happy, we have to not only have what we have but have more; have what you have too. What we have is not enough - we must take and take more. And in order to have more we need more space, so we take your space and then protect that space with weapons and violence instead of sharing that space. (Again, never mind that what we have is too much, that we can never possibly need it all.)

When I read Quinn's book and his telling of the takers and the givers I pushed against it. People are inherently good, I thought. He explains that what is so dangerous about the story is that we don't even know we are a part of it, that the story is so ingrained in us that we don't even know it to be a story because we know it to be truth. Then I thought of themes like only the strong survive and ideas that we have to be the best, the strongest, the bravest, the smartest, the richest, and realized that we wouldn't need to be those things if we weren't competing against each other. Sadly, I had to admit that there might be more truth in Ishmael than I was willing or wanted to see.

But what if we could rewrite a different story...

I thought back to some of the most primal moments of my life, moments where what you have fall away into the Not Important file, the most dominant of memories being the attack on the World Trade Centers on 9/11. At a time, when people are hurt, scared, and vulnerable - running like a stampede of rams - it would have been easy to take advantage; to run for you, to compete for space on a ferry, to trample anyone who couldn't keep up - leave behind the slow, the old, the weak, the injured - but that's not what happened. Instead there were stories of people who stayed behind to help an elderly woman out of a collapsing building, citizens who ran back into buildings and risked their lives to save the lives of strangers.

When I finally made my journey across the Brooklyn Bridge from what would later be called Ground Zero, in my post tower collapsing blurry state, I felt lost; like a scene in a movie where a character is looking around frantically in some post traumatic, apocalyptic haze for something to make sense, trying to comprehend what was happening and what had just happened; my eyes moving faster than my mind. And everywhere I looked what I saw was the same. Right in front of the entrance of the world famous Brooklyn Bridge were hundreds of people who had set up camp for no other reason than to catch others as they fell to their knees and help them to nearby ambulances and triages, feeding each other water, asking everyone that crossed over if they were ok, if they were hurt, if they needed anything, offering themselves and their willingness to be connected and to cooperate. 

As the days moved forward, the news showed video of firefighters and civilians alike who rushed to the site to help or, if nothing else, applaud and support the the bravery of the women and men that left their families and homes to search and rescue, many never having been in NYC until now. 

This wasn't the face of a people who thought only of how they could survive. These weren't hunters that imprisoned themselves on the top of their mountain protecting their own. 

This was a face of people that believed - that knew - that we are all connected and that to help you is to help me.

"You are your brother's keeper," says Desmond Tutu in the documentary, a man whose wisdom and bright, optimistic eyes, reminds me of something out of a Disney movie.


In other words, we are here to take care of each other. We aren't here to go at it alone, we weren't even created to go at it alone. We are made to be connected to each other and to all living things. 

The documentary goes on to present a study where Tom Shadyac visits Heartmath, an institute that researches the heart's intelligence. On his visit, he is involved in The Yogurt Experiment, an experiment showing how we are all connected to all living things... even yogurt. 

Watch as he explains:


In the film, when Shadyac would talk about his lawyer or his agent, the meter showed the reaction of the yogurt and the yogurt's reaction would jump off the scale. It really was quite funny to see how the mood of yogurt was altered based on what were obviously Shadyac's emotion about the topic. It reminded me of the scene from  Ghostbusters 2 when the Ghostbusters poured slime into the toaster or over the Statue of Liberty and she began walking through the streets of New York City to Jackie Wilson's (Your Love Keeps Lifting ME) Higher and Higher. Remember? It's a funny comparison but not all that different. In Ghostbusters they discovered that our emotions aren't just our own but can effect the moods of all living things around us - be it slime or yogurt.

So just think...

If Tom Shadyac could affect the mood of yogurt and Egon can affect the mood of slime, if they are "connected" to living things like yogurt and slime, then imagine what we could each individually do if we realized that we are all connected to each other. If we realized that everyone was our family and no one was our enemy. If we hunted for everyone and not just ourselves. If we saw that what I do effects you and what you do - no matter how big or how small - effects everything around you. If we stopped listening to the takers and followed the givers:
"...and only as you gasp your dying breath shall you understand, your life amounted to no more that one drop in a limitless ocean... Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops." 
(as beautifully said in Cloud Atlas)
It's easier to buy stuff and forget that there are people who don't have clean water to drink or a home to shelter them. The problems we face often seem too big to fight and because of this we stand on the outside and say this isn't my fight or it won't make a difference. The trick, I'm learning, is to see that every small battle is just a bigger battle in the waiting. Any small step you make is a step in the right direction.

When we think of how we are all connected and how to be an instrument of change we often think of great people like Tutu, King, Mother Teresa, Mandela, Gandhi, and believe that we aren't big enough to make things different; that we are, as said in Cloud Atlas, "...no more than one drop in a limitless ocean." But the truth is that those humanitarians were only a mirror of what we could each be... a drop. And "what is any ocean but a multitude of drops." They show us that one person is capable of inspiring change and that change starts from love.


"You do what you can from where you are," reminds Husband, an idea that was hammered into him by his parents at a very young age.

Spare a quarter, hug someone, make dinner for a friend that needs it, pick up trash that someone else tossed on the street, smile, compliment instead of judge, offer to help and mean it, share your umbrella, love thy neighbor...

Love. Cooperate. Do small. Think big. Be Connected.

And then, as Shadyac says, when someone asks what is right with the world YOU could say
I am.

Friday, March 8, 2013

And the Jukebox Plays: I Was Here

"And the Jukebox Plays" is a label I started last week to highlight some music that moves you - emotionally or physically. I won't call it amazing or be mad if you don't share in my musical taste - it is quite all over the place - but I hope you'll take a moment to listen and try something new to you before posting how much you "two snaps...hated it." 
Happy Friday!

I watched this video a few minutes after the clock struck midnight of New Year's this year. Being pregnant, I missed most of the celebrations and my mom woke me up a few minutes before the ball dropped so that I wouldn't miss it.

It was so powerful and so inspiring and so in lign with the blog post that I have been working on, hopefully ready to publish on Monday, that I had to share it for this weekend. I guarantee, even if you aren't a fan, that you will be moved to goosebumps or that tingling in your throat feeling when you are holding back pure emotion.

She isn't my favorite artist, although I have to admit she is quite spectacular in her Girls Rule the World, Bootylicious, shake what your mama gave you kind of way but this isn't that Beyonce. This Beyonce was asked to perform this at the United Nations World Humanitarian Day on August 12, 2012 with one purpose:
"To inspire people all over the world to do something good, no matter how big or small, for someone else."
Watch. Be inspired. And read back on Monday for my post to follow...



Monday, March 4, 2013

Then I Remembered "Meow"

You always think you're going to remember every minute of this moment.

I'm not referring to one type of moment like getting married or having a child, I mean all of the moments that enrich our lives that seem like they will live in our memory until the end.

When you're in high school busy being young and without real responsibility...
When you're in college discovering yourself through the great works of Dylan Thomas and Johnny Walker...
When you're in the real world truly finding what you're made of through the unglamorous job searches, paying bills, and living at home instead of living like Carrie Bradshaw...
When you move into your first apartment with your boyfriend...
When you plan your small wedding and get married...
When you give birth...
When your first baby hits one milestone of the oh so many that they will hit....

You think your brain will have enough room to fit all of these memories, all of the intricate details: the gag reflex after a taste of one too many drinks, the smell of freedom and freshly caught fish on South Street Seaport that day you played hooky from class and work, the sight of seeing your soon to be future standing in the sunlight at your lake house wedding, the feel of holding your daughter for the first time.

You remember the memory but not the whole beauty of the moment.

When we were almost ready to have Rafaella, my friend, Gina, with her own young child commented that starting a blog was a great way to remember as many of these moments as I could because with all of the sleepless nights and days compounding into one I'd be lucky if I remembered my age.

I'm 33 and that wouldn't happen to me. I am an elephant - in memory ability, not size - although at 36 weeks pregnant, one could argue...

But I quickly found out that no one is safe from forgetting even the most amazing of memories or the most mundane of details.

I thought about this this morning sitting with Rafa in our ritual breakfast routine. We were talking - as best as you can with a 16 month old and I thought:
When did that happen? When did she become aware of what some things are? When did she become a kid that I could ask to get me something and she knows what I'm talking about? Or when did she become the kid that could tell me to "abrir" and know that that meant "to open." 
And for a moment I had to think about what her first word was. What was it again???

Then I remembered. "Meow."

Interesting choice of first word considering we don't have a cat in our two dogged home and I, for sure, thought her first word would be pork chop or meatloaf or something foodie related.

And then I remembered Gina.
Write this down
Because these moments seem so big and are so momentous but they get lost in the shuffle of years and time and phases and old age and other momentous memories that are equally as big but more recent.

And I want to remember how beautifully Rafa pronounces "up" when she wants to be carried; blowing that p sound at you, emphasizing that letter with her pouty lips, head tilted to the side with questioning intonation but nodding in agreement as if to answer for you that indeed you will pick her up. There's so much beauty in that word right now that was never there before and it would be a crime, sinful really, to forget that.

You are right, Aerosmith, I don't want to miss a thing, but what good is not missing a thing if you can't remember it? And considering that some times I have to think about what year it is to remember how old I am and that sometimes I can't remember what year we're in, well, I have a feeling my elephant memory is going to need some help.



Rafa's Vocabulary at 16 Months

Spanish words
- vamos
- abrir (pronounced a beer)
- agua
- mismo (meaning the same, pronounced mee-mooooo)
- no,no,no (this could be considered english but her pronunciation and 
sassy finger usage have categorized this in the spanish list
- pio pio (sound a bird makes)
- bailar
- mas
- zapatos (shoes)
- bien (pronounced ben)
- Manny (thanks Handy Manny laptop!)
-Shelly (her nanny - pronounced Elly)
- Tia / Tio

English words
- up
- bye
- bubbles
- meow (sound a cat makes)
- woo woo woo (sound a dog makes)
- Olive (name of Dog #1)
- Jersey (name of Dog #2)
- towel
- oops!
- book (pronounced boo)

Other
- Yaya (for Tia Yaya - Shayna)
- Oui (French for yes - thank you Shelly)
- Au revoir (pronounced Avua)


Friday, March 1, 2013

And the Jukebox Plays: Gaucho

Some people post fun little things on Fridays or on days that they can't post a whole blog: YouTube videos or pictures or clever little sayings.

I don't peruse YouTube much or always have a picture handy or am clever enough to create clever little sayings so instead I bring you what many times does my inspiring... music.

I play my Old Cuban Classics playlist when I'm working on my book. I have a playlist titled "Writing" of my favorite songs to write to.

Unfortunately there are not enough hours in my day to write my book and to post to my blog so I have needed to come up with a way to do both and incorporating music, which is really just writing set to rhythm, is a way for me to do that.

When I was teaching, I had an activity called Music Mondays. The kids were given a song on Friday and where asked questions about the song that fit into English class themes (figurative language, main idea, song's theme, etc.). Then we'd talk about it on Monday. I'm not going to ask you questions about these songs or test you on the song's meaning but most will give you something to think about or at least something to smile about.


Here's my first choice: Gaucho
Of course it's not surprising that I'm starting with a Dave Matthews Band song. I first heard this song this week from my friend Lisa's blog, Rufmita.

Like always, unlike other artists, I just think he has so many incredible things to say. In this song he beautifully talks about how we are too smart to be sitting around not doing our part, however small, to make things better.

Enjoy! And Happy Friday!

Favorite line:
We crossed the oceans wide
Built cities to the sky
Looked up we were flying
But we will not survive ourselves




"Gaucho"
With fire to keep us warm
And tools we made from rocks and bones
A roof over your head
And walls to keep you safe in bed

There must be more than this
So god was born and we in his
Image of fear and love
Looked down upon from up above

We gotta do much more than believe if we really wanna change things
We gotta do much more than believe if we wanna see the world change

We crossed the oceans wide
Built cities to the sky (oh lord)
Looked up and we were flying
But will we not survive ourselves

We gotta do much more than believe if wanna see the world change
We gotta do much more than believe if we really wanna change things
We gotta do much more than believe, go on try it, go on try it
We gotta do much more than believe if we wanna see the world change

What will I say to baby?
Let me show you a movie
You know we landed a man on the moon?
Now you could never believe it
Yea we could do anything
We flew to the stars and back
Down to the ground hard

Please wake up
Please wake up
Please wake up

We gotta do much more than believe if we really wanna change things
We gotta do much more than believe, go on try it, go on try it
We gotta do much more than believe if we really wanna change things
We gotta do much more than believe, go on try it, go on try it
We gotta do much more than believe if we wanna see the world change

Oh, my little baby
I'll show you this movie
You know we landed a man on the moon?

I know its hard to imagine
But we could do anything
Under the stars