Thursday, October 30, 2014

THAT ONE GREAT REGRET

Regrets.

They are the outcome of a decision made prematurely, a thoughtless action or inaction, an impulsive act made without forethought.

A missed opportunity.  

I have never fully understood (and in many ways, envied) people who say confidently they have lived a life with "no regrets."  No regrets?  Really?  Haven't you made mistakes you wished you could take back?  Haven't you ever found yourself looking back on a circumstance, only to realize, "I could have been a better friend, made a nobler decision, acted with greater courage or authenticity?"  I have.  All of the above.

To me, if someone I love or care about was hurt in anyway by my action or lack thereof?  That is a regret.

It's not that living with regrets is a "bad thing."  It's a life thing.  It's a great teacher.  It forces us to reflect; to look back on former decisions so that in our future, we will make better ones.

Regrets keep us humble, and humility is a character trait that is both rare and precious.  Regrets remind us that we need grace--and in turn, we would do ourselves well to offer that same grace to others.

This article was shared with me by a friend and colleague who thought it would be a great read for this class.  It is thought provoking.  Hopefully, it will remind you that while we might not be one of those "lucky few" who live "without regrets," we are among those who discover some profound purpose in every single one of them.


http://www.dailykos.com/story/2014/10/29/1340122/--Son-tonight-I-will-kill-myself

Friday, October 17, 2014

THE GREAT LOST ART OF ASKING


Somewhat related to power and language would be the art of asking for something in such a way that you guarantee an answer of...."YES?"

I am sharing this particular TED TALK for three reasons.  Number one, as an enthusiast of theater (and a person who realizes that there is a large dose of theater in every language and literature endeavor) I love this presentation by Amanda Palmer.  She is a brilliant speaker and story teller, as well as a pretty good artist in the genre of cabaret-punk music.

Number two, she talks about  both the art of asking as well as the art of discovering the RIGHT question to ask.  Both are equally important.

Finally, number three, because it is both snarky (love) and entertaining (double love), I think it teaches both the art of presentation to an audience as well as the art of using your language to reach a goal or get what it is you ultimately want (language and power.)

Enjoy, and please share your favorite moments!  :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMj_P_6H69g#t=13

Friday, October 10, 2014

SEVEN SHELBYS: A VISIT TO THE MOVING VIETNAM MEMORIAL WALL


This reflection relates, in a way, to our discussion of Language and War.  In this particular case, I am personally looking at the ultimate effects of war on individuals and how they define themselves, as well as how war makes us respond with our language.  I dedicate this post to my friend Larry Frost....

After reading, please do one of two things:  respond with any thoughts you have on this particular reflection, or please feel free to share any reflections YOU have from a visit somewhere that made you stop and think, a war story or any other story from a loved one...whatever you would like to share with us....


Last weekend, we took the family over to our Estrella Residential Center to visit the Moving Vietnam Memorial Wall.  I have never seen the one in Washington DC, neither have our kids, so we thought that would be a nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon and reflect on the freedom we enjoy, and take time to honor those who have made the ultimate sacrifice.

One of our very dearest friends is a Vietnam veteran.  He has shared many incredible stories with us in our home and his.  We have looked through his picture and scrap books of memories, and seen the display of his many war medals that his wife lovingly made for him.  He had tried to throw them all away once, but she would not hear of it.  Despite the memories that still haunt him over thirty years later, she sees him as a true American hero.  So do I. 

I remembered him telling us many times about his dear friend, Shelby, whom he lost over in Vietnam.  It was a horrifying story in which my friend witnessed his best friend's helicopter being shot down just yards away from his own.  Shelby had a baby daughter when he died...a daughter who would never know the incredible, kind-hearted man who was her father.

We arrived to the wall that day, and I realized I didn't have the slightest clue as to what Shelby's last name was so that I could find him on the wall.  My friends live in Kauai, so I texted them, hoping that perhaps they would see the text and reply in time.  In the meantime, we decided to try and inquire based on our knowledge of Shelby's first name.  It was not a common first name.  Maybe, just maybe, we would get lucky.

We asked the volunteers who were not only gracious, but eager to help us find this friend.  They looked up the name "Shelby" in the database.  "Let's give it a try," one of them said.  Then, we waited a few short seconds, and she gave us the verdict:  "Seven.  There are seven Shelby's on the Vietnam Wall."

I asked her about them--perhaps some detail might register so that we could narrow it down.  Here is what I learned:

There are seven Shelbys on the Vietnam Memorial Wall.

One was from Louisianna.  
Two were from West Virginia.
One was from Virginia.
One was from Missouri
One was from Nebraska
and one Shelby hailed from Ohio.

All of the Shelbys on the wall were from the ages of 20-23 when they died.

Seven sons.  Seven friends to countless others.  Seven American heroes.
These are the things these soldiers share...along with their name.

Suddenly, we wanted to find them. We all wanted to find each of the Shelbys on the wall because no matter which one was my friend's buddy, they all had a story to tell. 

A story that ended much, much too soon.

In a strange way, I felt we owed all of the Shelbys a glance, a silent word of thanks.  A touch on the wall.  A photograph.

They deserved to be remembered.

We found all of the Shelbys.  I took photographs of their names because these young men matter.  

My friend did send me a text before we left the exhibit, and we were able to obtain a rubbing of his Shelby.  The Shelby who was his dearest friend.  The Shelby who would never really know his daughter.  The Shelby who will always have a place in my friend's heart, and now, mine...

But I am so grateful to have found the others, as well.  They will also have a place in my heart.

Friday, October 3, 2014

FIGHTING THE BATTLE? Words of War in Well-Being

We have been talking about how language defines and signifies communities and individuals.  Before we embark upon reading what I consider one of the most beautiful works of literature that is, in fact, a story of war, we will explore the language of war.  Specifically, we will look at various texts that were written/spoken/published, taken from a time when the whole world was at war.  What defines this language?  What literary tools and techniques are used to communicate the agenda and purpose?
In this week's article, we will discover that this very unique language of war has seeped into other realms of life, specifically the realm of health and well-being.
In another context, I recently read a quote from a young boy who has been living with cancer that broke my heart:  "I know that I am going die.  I have accepted this and I am at peace with it now.  But somehow, I feel that I am letting everyone down because I have lost my battle.  I feel that maybe I just didn't fight hard enough...that in dying I am not just leaving, I'm losing."

Once again, we see that our words and how we use them have power.

http://newoldage.blogs.nytimes.com/2014/04/11/wounded-by-the-language-of-war/