GOOD MORNING WORLD REDUX

I wrote the following a long time ago on September 22, 2012 when I was in the ‘write daily for a year’ challenge that I gave to myself.

As the time passes it appears our outlook can erode.  Last night I was caught up in a reflection that gave me pause to look at myself and how I have changed internally.  It was more like a slap in the face.  It caused me to reexamine and this blog came to mind.  Time to practice what I preach and this seems a great way to do it – repost!  What is old is new again.  Here is the blog minus a paragraph which referred to current events of the time.

GOOD MORNING WORLD    9-22-2012

THE COCK-EYED OPTIMIST from South Pacific

When the skies are brighter canary yellow
I forget ev’ry cloud I’ve ever seen,
So they called me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green.

I have heard people rant and rave and bellow
That we’re done and we might as well be dead,
But I’m only a cockeyed optimist
And I can’t get it into my head.

I hear the human race
Is fallin’ on its face
And hasn’t very far to go,
But ev’ry whippoorwill
Is sellin’ me a bill,
And tellin’ me it just ain’t so.

I could say life is just a bowl of Jello
And appear more intelligent and smart,
But I’m stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope,
And I can’t get it out of my heart!
Not this heart…

Growing up in my house we had a record player which was a huge piece of furniture.  It held a turntable and a radio all in one using the same speakers.  It was not new and we only had three LP records that I can remember.

What is an LP you ask?  Records in those days were 12″+/- across and held 5-6 songs on each side.  They were placed on a spinning disk and you physically placed a needle on them so the sound would come out.  I am not trying to talk down to anyone.  I am trying to be clear as there may be people who have not ever touched one of these records.  The LP which stands for long-playing came in a sleeve that was heavy cardboard and decorated to tell you what was inside.

We had an LP with the music from the Broadway play ‘South Pacific’.  One was the music from the play “Kiss Me Kate”.  There were 4 as we had Tommy Dorsey Band and Glenn Miller Band records.  I used to be able to sing all the sings from ‘South Pacific’ and ‘Kiss Me Kate’.  My favorites were ‘Cockeyed Optimist’ and ‘Bloody Mary’ from ‘South Pacific’.  I loved ‘I’ve Come to Wive it Wealthily in Padua’ from ‘Kiss Me Kate’.

The words ‘stuck like a dope on a thing called hope…’ from ‘The Cock-eyed Optimist’ were specifically written for me I believe.  When I sang them I would almost scream them as important.

I live in a state of hope and have most of my life.  Full disclosure I have had moments of depression – most of my first year of college would qualify for this description.  There were other various times in my life when I have been ‘blue’ or ‘down’.   Few would know that I was feeling unhappy as I tried to not let it show.  For the majority of all these years I will claim upbeat and residing in a state of hope.

I have been a cheerleader literally and metaphorically.  I believe it is the best way to live.  When I am faced with negativity it feels hurtful like I am being physically assaulted.  I try to remove myself from these situations as quickly as I can.  I look for the best in people.  Everyone has some ‘best’ in them I have discovered.

I refuse to look at the outcome of anything as negative.  It is my belief that looking with hope leaves one in better shape to work toward a positive result.

I believe it is a heavy burden to live a life without hope.  I believe it is visible.  Look at the homeless for a glimpse of lost hope.  Look in the eyes of an addict.  Look into the eyes of someone who is terminally ill.  Many are hopeless.  Their situations could change on a dime and yet they cannot see it as they are bogged down in the depths of a dark world. That is the reality that they may live. Yet once in a while there is a glimmer of hope.

The ill person has a good run of terrific test results and their eyes light up as hope comes into them.  Offering an addict a place to recover so they can choose to change their habits can give them a glimmer of hope.  Suggesting to the homeless that there is another way and then taking them to an agency to find it is offering hope.  Perhaps the simple offer of a cup of coffee and some company can bring hope to someone.  A phone call can bring hope.  A letter or an email can contain hope.  A smile to a stranger walking on the sidewalk or in the mall can give hope.  We have no idea what is going on in their lives.  Remember my post ‘A Smile and A Wave’.  It is simple to spread hope.  I believe our world needs it more today than ever.

Many people have referred to me as naïve.  Well fine with me as I am…’a cockeyed optimist – immature and incurably green’ AND naively  ‘stuck like a dope on a thing called hope…’

…..ONWARD TO MORE MISADVENTURE…

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UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES

GOOD MORNING WORLD

From where did, and when did, the phrase appear?  According to Mr. Webster a consequence is a ‘conclusion derived through logic’.  He also says it ‘happens as a result of a particular action or condition’.  He says it is ‘something produced by a cause following from a set of circumstances’.  This all sounds very deliberate to me.  So the question becomes where is the ‘unintended’ part in all of this?

I remember my chemistry class.  I was not great there.  One quarter I got and E and then a D for the whole course.  It was my junior year in high school and I had other more fun things to attend to I believed.  Luckily I had studied some for 2 quarters at least.  Our teacher, Mr. Furtwengler, kept cautioning us about procedure and safety.  The consequences of our experiments were known.  If we did them correctly we would get the expected results.   In this case I can see where mixing the wrong chemicals could bring about unintended consequences.  The question at this point becomes why would you do that if you know the best way to create a successful lab project?

Back to the phrase above ‘unintended consequences’.  It sounds to me like this comes from a time or place or action or situation that no one pays much attention to such that they are not certain of the results.  Without clear thought and understanding why would one consciously make a decision or choice or choose a direction that would give them unintended results?

Oh I hear you out there the naysayers – what is this aging woman yacking about.  Has she not ever fallen in love?  How do you know the results of that?  Well of course this can be a fair question.  I fell in love many a time when I was in school.  Fun and free and not forever.  At the time I did not care about the consequences.

The part of this discussion that is missing and according to Mr. Webster, is that consequences come from logic, actions and conditions.  In the case of a chemical experiment you know when you mix a with b you will get c.  In the case of love while you may not know the consequences you do know that your actions can influence them.  Looking back 46 years, the spontaneous marriage in November of 1968 of two kids who just met in February of that same year, was not a bad thing.  The consequences while not known were ever influenced by many positive actions in a fertile condition that had us wanting to remain together.  While we had no idea we would be happy, we planned to be, worked toward that and the resulting good life has been intended through our actions.

All of this prefaces the real point of my post this morning.  We got a call to pray for again for a child who spoke about suicide.  I’ve written about this before.

I am not a stranger to despair.  I know the depths to which our detachment and isolation can lead us.  I know the hole that death can leave on our personhood.  I know the destruction that can come from all of these.  I know the black.  I know the silent.  I know the sensation of screaming with no sound coming out of your mouth.  I know the rage that wants to rend apart everything in its path.  I know the edgy, the jittery, the cold of your body when it is hot outside.  I have heard the raging sounds of water in your head when no such thing exists outside of it. I know the begging to God for something to change only to hear little response.  The emptiness.   How do I know all of these?  Does it matter?

Unintended consequences?  This sweet young child is in a mental hospital.  What is the life situation that brought this thought? Did they think that was going to happen when the words were expressed. Or were they simply just said with no thought?

I have no answers.  I have not lived a perfect life.  I am figuratively, since the dawning of age and arthritis, on my knees daily in prayer.  I am a stream of consciousness pray-er.  As I said I woke up with this request in my mind and heart.  I prayed last night when we got the call.  I will keep this child in my heart, as I move about the day, along with all the other people for whom I have committed to pray.

Unintended consequences – what are they really.  Perhaps it is simply living life not knowing all the answers.  If in fact that is it, then we all must expect them and are they really unintended?  For every action we take there will be a consequence.  I know that when I pray I will not necessarily know the answer.  What I will know is that I have spent some time in the quiet of my heart thinking of someone or something else in hope that the prayer is answered as they want.

…..and there it is…..hope.  Even in my darkest times and the tragedies that have come into my life, in the end  I have not ever lost hope.  The spark of hope may have been covered in dust and in the shadows yet there it glowed every so steadily.  The proverbially one candle in the room that overcomes the darkness.

How can I pass this on to this child who wanted to end their life?  How can I let him know that there is nothing – I mean NOTHING – in this world that cannot be forgiven and overcome.  I might come in different ways to different people yet the consequence of hope is simply a ray of light to lead you out of the shadow in which you find yourself at the time.  How can I let him know that life IS worth living? I can’t.

I can only write and share my musings.  I can dare hope that someone who reads this may find something for which they can share with others.  I can pray that people think before they make choices that effect others.  With hope comes choice.  I will continue to pray for this family.  If you read this additional prayers are invited.   The consequences of all of this?  People praying for others.  Doesn’t sound too bad to me.

Perhaps the best words for hope and consequences were spoken through the pen of A.A.Milne when he had Christopher Robin tell Winnie the Pooh…..

“Promise me you’ll always remember: You’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”

…..ONWARD TO MORE MISADVENTURE…

 

 

 

 

HOPE – OPTIMISM – THE BEST WAY TO LIVE

GOOD MORNING WORLD

THE COCK-EYED OPTIMIST from South Pacific

When the skies are brighter canary yellow
I forget ev’ry cloud I’ve ever seen,
So they called me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green.

I have heard people rant and rave and bellow
That we’re done and we might as well be dead,
But I’m only a cockeyed optimist
And I can’t get it into my head.

I hear the human race
Is fallin’ on its face
And hasn’t very far to go,
But ev’ry whippoorwill
Is sellin’ me a bill,
And tellin’ me it just ain’t so.

I could say life is just a bowl of Jello
And appear more intelligent and smart,
But I’m stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope,
And I can’t get it out of my heart!
Not this heart…

Growing up in my house we had a record player which was a huge piece of furniture.  It held a turntable and a radio all in one using the same speakers.  It was not new and we only had three LP records that I can remember. 

What is an LP you ask?  Records in those days were 12″+/- across and held 5-6 songs on each side.  They were placed on a spinning disk and you physically placed a needle on them so the sound would come out.  I am not trying to talk down to anyone.  I am trying to be clear as there may be people who have not ever touched one of these records.  The LP which stands for long-playing came in a sleeve that was heavy cardboard and decorated to tell you what was inside.

We had an LP with the music from the Broadway play ‘South Pacific’.  One was the music from the play “Kiss Me Kate”.  There were 4 as we had Tommy Dorsey Band and Glenn Miller Band records.  I used to be able to sing all the sings from ‘South Pacific’ and ‘Kiss Me Kate’.  My favorites were ‘Cockeyed Optimist’ and ‘Bloody Mary’ from ‘South Pacific’.  I loved ‘I’ve Come to Wive it Wealthily in Padua’ from ‘Kiss Me Kate’.

The words ‘stuck like a dope on a thing called hope…’ from ‘The Cock-eyed Optimist’ were specifically written for me I believe.  When I sang them I would almost scream them as important.

I live in a state of hope and have most of my life.  Full disclosure I have had moments of depression – most of my first year of college would qualify for this description.  There were other various times in my life when I have been ‘blue’ or ‘down’.   Few would know that I was feeling unhappy as I tried to not let it show.  For the majority of all these years I will claim upbeat and residing in a state of hope. 

I have been a cheerleader literally and metaphorically.  I believe it is the best way to live.  When I am faced with negativity it feels hurtful like I am being physically assaulted.  I try to remove myself from these situations as quickly as I can.  I look for the best in people.  Everyone has some ‘best’ in them I have discovered.

I refuse to look at the outcome of anything as negative.  It is my belief that looking with hope leaves one in better shape to work toward a positive result.  For instance in the case of the Presidential Election I want Mitt Romney to win.  I am upbeat and I really believe he WILL win.  The pundits say he will not win.  If this comes up in conversation I point out that it is better to live with hope and be optimistic.  I figure, and someone actually has said so, that an optimist is only disappointed once.  In this case I have lived very happily in the hope and belief that we will have a President Romney come November.  Others that want the same outcome and do not believe it are disappointed right now.  If he loses they will be disappointed again.  I on the other hand will not be disappointed at all as I am convinced he will win!!!  Take the case of John McCain.  In that case I was disappointed in Nov. only.  Lived in hope all throughout the whole race!

I believe it is a heavy burden to live a life without hope.  I believe it is visible.  Look at the homeless for a glimpse of lost hope.  Look in the eyes of an addict.  Look into the eyes of someone who is terminally ill.  Many are hopeless.  Their situations could change on a dime and yet they cannot see it as they are bogged down in the depths of a dark world. That is the reality that they may live. Yet once in a while there is a glimmer of hope.

The ill person has a good run of terrific test results and their eyes light up as hope comes into them.  Offering an addict a place to recover so they can choose to change their habits can give them a glimmer of hope.  Suggesting to the homeless that there is another way and then taking them to an agency to find it is offering hope.  Perhaps the simple offer of a cup of coffee and some company can bring hope to someone.  A phone call can bring hope.  A letter or an email can contain hope.  A smile to a stranger walking on the sidewalk or in the mall can give hope.  We have no idea what is going on in their lives.  Remember my post ‘A Smile and A Wave’.  It is simple to spread hope.  I believe our world needs it more today than ever.

Many people have referred to me as naïve.  Well fine with me as I am…’a cockeyed optimist – immature and incurably green’ AND naively  ‘stuck like a dope on a thing called hope…’

…..ONWARD TO MORE MISADVENTURE…