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    Entries by Jan Neal (335)

    Thursday
    Feb072008

    Oh My Aching Head

    Bisexuality at it's best is demonstrated in Max Eastman's Great Companions.  He tells a priceless story about the gutsy Edna St. Vincent Millay.  While at a cocktail party while chatting with a psychologist she complained of recurrent headaches.  The psychologist asked her if she had ever considered that she might -  unconsciously, of course -  have an occasional impulse toward a person of her own sex.  She responded, "Oh, you mean I'm homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual, too, but what's that got to do with my headache?"

    Thursday
    Feb072008

    Feralis

    On Ash Wednesday we are called to remember that we came from dust and to dust we will return.  Ashes from the previous Palm Sunday - what seems a lifetime ago - were made into a cross upon our foreheads last night, claiming us as feralis, belonging to the dead.  A poem by (whomelse but) Edna St. Vincent Millay reminds me of the keenness of death, a concept one cannot appreciate until one surrenders to dust all that is left of a beloved soul amid memories of "answers quick & keen, honest looks, laughter, love" when we know, at last, the best is lost.

    Dirge Without Music 

    I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
    So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
    Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
    With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

    Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
    Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
    A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
    A formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost.

    The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,
    They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
    Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
    More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

    Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
    Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
    Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
    I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

     

    Wednesday
    Feb062008

    Pillowcase on a Wall

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    Some years ago my sister gave me a pillow, but I admit I picked it out.  It was very dear to me because she gave it to me, and I loved the color and design.  A few years ago I retired it from the livingroom because of dogs who wanted to use it as a bed.  Recently I had it framed.  I had planned to design a bedroom around the colors, and I might still, but for now the framed pillowcase is in the diningroom.  I like the unlikely combination of red, lavendar and celedon (pale spring green).  You see light reflected in the glass of the frame because I live in a house of arches.   

    Wednesday
    Feb062008

    Artist of the Book

    Every now and again creative ideas jump up, grab and shake the viewer.  Scottish artist Georgia Russell does just that for me.  She has the most creative idea I have seen lately using a scalpel and paper (books, sheet music, photos, maps, etc.) to make exquisitely delicate images that scream of originality.  "Memoire"   is a haunting image displayed in a bell jar and featured in February's American Style Magazine.    When I first saw it I fairly gasped at not only the expansive creativity, but the fine detail.  More of Russell's work may be seen at DesignDNAdesignklub and at England & Co. Gallery.  I am particularly fond of her bell jar tree sculpture shown at DesignDNA.  Check it out; you will never forget it.   

    Monday
    Feb042008

    Our Safest Eloquence

    "Dangerous it were for the feeble brain of man to wade far into the doings of the most High; whom although to know be life, and joy to make mention of his name; yet our soundest knowledge is to know that we know him not as indeed he is, neither can know him: and our safest eloquence concerning him is our silence, when we confess without confession that his glory is inexplicable, his greatness above our capacity and reach.  He is above, and we upon earth; therefore it behoveth our words to be wary and few." (I.2.2)   Richard Hooker from Lawes of Ecclesiasticall Politie

     

    Friday
    Feb012008

    Defining The Alpha Female

    Generally speaking, we comprehend Alpha Males. They command attention and lead because they love challenges and are willing to go where angels fear to tread in order to accomplish goals. Focused and driven, the Alpha Male is a wonder to the uninspired average, and he is usually respected, if not admired, thus occupying a dominant role to the more submissive non-Alpha.

    The concept of Alpha Males originated in the wild with the study of domination/submission patterns of animals during social interaction. For instance, dominant (alpha) wolves stand with their tails raised while submissive wolves lower their bodies for active or passive submission. Active submission is “kissing up” through excited approach, tail wagging, ear lowering (a lot like your dog looks when he wants a snack). Passive submission is rolling over and letting the dominant wolf sniff the groin or genitals. Anyone with two or more dogs has witnessed this unashamed public interaction, hoping it won’t happen when company comes to visit.

    Civilized human beings are perhaps less physical about the domination/submission thing (though one might wonder when watching an ass kissing manipulator). In the human realm submission is often defined as conceding to the idea of another.  In this way the Alpha Male would be the one with an idea - not to mention the idea that flies. But beyond the pursuasiveness of his ideas, his direction is often respected due to the Alpha Male's past accomplishments, commitment to goals, energy and intelligence.

    But who are Alpha Females? Who are the Hillary Clintons of the world, and what do they inspire in their fellows? Before you guess that Alpha Females are genetically flawed, recognize that Alpha Female wolves attack right along side the Alpha Males.

    We can probably agree that the human Alpha Female is noticed, usually loved or hated but rarely serves as the object of apathy. Frankly, I think the term Alpha Female is overly and incorrectly used these days. I have seen Alpha Females described as the liberated shopping queen, the girl who doesn’t care if she is a size 12 and the girl who gets the guy. No, no, no. While Alpha Females might, indeed, do all these things, this is not what defines an Alpha Female any more than an Alpha Male is defined by wearing Brooks Brothers or having hot sex.

    When considering this concept I originally thought that an Alpha Female might be defined by her culture, but this concept is an intellectually incorrect assumption. Though she may terrorize a family or an organization, a Steele Magnolia who schemes behind the scenes to make a male think her idea is his choice is not, in reality, an Alpha Female. Neither is any other type of female manipulator because being an Alpha is about direction (with direct being the operative part of direction). Alpha Females, like Alpha Males, have goals they claim outloud because they are not afraid to be honest about their intentions.  In this respect integrity is a characteristic of an Alpha Anyone. 

    Maybe my favorite Alpha Female is Katharine Jefferts-Schori, presiding bishop of the Episcopal Church in the United States.  When this unapologetic feminist and pro-gay woman became the first female to head a major denomination Bishop Jefferts-Schori inherited a church already in uproar over the election of a gay bishop, but the fact that a female took over the reigns was the unspoken straw that broke the backs of the good old boys and girls.  While exhibiting nothing but dignity, kindness and intellectual honesty, she has been maligned in severe ways.  Like Hillary, her looks were criticized after her consecration in 2006 in some of the vilest posts I have ever seen online.  A year ago in Tanzania seven conservative Anglican leaders boycotted God to criticise Bishop Jefferts-Schori by refusing to take Holy Communion with her.  Yikes!  Stop and think about that for a minute.....using Holy Communion to isolate a person?  Unruffled, the Presiding Bishop's response was "It's not about me. This is not a table that belongs to any one province. It's God's table."   In my own church I have seen a priest refuse to say her name and a pathetic, homophobic good old boy roll his eyes at mention of her name.  Her predecessor, Frank Griswold, agreed with her pro-gay stand, and while he was boycotted at Communion, no one dissected his looks, refused to say his name or rolled their eyes.  You will never convince me that a measure of disapproval Bishop Jefferts-Schori endures is not gender based.  

    Having accepted the frequency with which people dislike the power of Alpha Females, it is worth recognizing that sometimes even people who claim to like them, in the last analysis, do not.  Or perhaps they like the Alpha Female in theory, but not as an individual because the focus of the Alpha Female takes something away from them.  In a society plagued by narcissism, I don't doubt it.   

    Our language is a clue to how we regard the Alpha Female.  One might admiringly say that she “has balls” or disparagingly say that she has “too much testosterone,” either way, innocently or maliciously defining her by male sexual characteristics. I suspect we use such language because we have developed no other words to describe female power (except a few I do not feel comfortable repeating here). Hidden behind the maliciousness, two themes seem to dominate when a person’s leadership skills are ignored in favor of concentrating on her genitalia - fear and envy.

    Wolves don’t do this, but humans do. Even Alpha Male wolves don’t do this, but humans do. Isn’t it odd, and are we not more primitive than we can admit when we require submission patterns in the form of giddy, attention begging flattery or psychological roll-overs in human females? Packed deep in our belief systems are primitive emotions that are the equivalent of embarrassing behavior we witness it in our pets and prefer to hide from company.

    So a society that thinks it degrading and silly for a woman to hide her face behind a veil still wrestles with what to do with a self-confident, competitive and opinionated woman. We debate her characteristics as saintly or unnatural.  When we admire her spunk we may fail to objectively evaluate her policy positions, and when she takes something away from us, we treat her like an object of contempt and employ the greatest punishment possible - ignoring and isolating her by measuring her hormones or criticising her hair style.  But where in the world do you park an Alpha Female when you either want to drive her at top speed or wreck her into a stone wall?

    Wednesday
    Jan302008

    Releasing Your Inner Cupid...or Something

    Have you seen the new Hallmark cards advertised on TV?  This dull little couple sits in a car, and one of them opens a Hallmark card that plays REO Speedwagon's "I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore".  They remember a concert from their past and suddenly grab each other with what would appear to be long suppressed passion.   Ahhhhh......it is really sweet and very cute, and they call it "Releasing Your Inner Cupid".

    This is a brilliant product offered by Hallmark.  I know this for a fact.  Why?  Because "I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore" was once "our" song in a short relationship I had for several years 20 years ago.  The guy was chronically angry, emotionally abusive and ultimately became a stalker.  I never missed him one day of the last 20 years, but the REO Speedwagon song made me feel sentimental.  

    Music and perfume does this to us.  We never forget something special somewhere in our overstuffed little hard drives, and the senses can isolate the good and eliminate the bad well enough to make a person  feel sentimental about a stalker 20 years later (!)  Scarey, isn't it?  It should be called "Unleashing Your Inner Neurosis". 

    Sunday
    Jan272008

    Profound Sensualities

     

    "The profoundest of all sensualities is the sense of truth and the next deepest sensual experience is the sense of justice."  ~  David Herbert Lawrence

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    Saturday
    Jan262008

    Say It Hot

     

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    "Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot."

                      ~David Herbert Lawrence

    Friday
    Jan252008

    Seeds of Mystery

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    Religious fundamentalism is just way too easy and potentially wrong.  I have had many occasions to consider this proposition in recent years.  Being raised in the Baptist Church, I was heartily exposed to the Bible, and I was encouraged to accept a literal belief in what is written therein.  No matter if the translations contained nuances that could not be squared.  No matter if I did not know that some concepts could not be adequately translated into English.  No matter if my Western way of thinking was not capable of comprehension.  If I did not understand some of the parables of Jesus, Christian "shaman" were happy to tell me what they meant, and usually they meant something that was easy to get and good for the prevailing power structure of the United States of America.  

    Growing into my intellect and heart and converting to the Episcopal Church has exposed me to the value of mystery and ambiguity.  Mystery is harder than literalism.  Mystery requires a good deal of meditation, an expansion of the mind and, I now believe, a mystical journey.  Ah, but.....where in Western culture do I learn how to do these things while dodging the stones thrown by fundamentalists?  Am I not wasting my time trying to convince a closed mind that I am not changing the gospels to suit my fancy?  Isn't it sad that Bible study in the institutional church makes my teeth hurt because, after all, we need to make it easy?  Isn't it scarey that normal looking people who call themselves Christians talk as if they have God on speaker phone ("after all, this or that -  which is, conveniently, what I want - is part of God's plan...so get on board, damn it")?  It wears me out, makes me want to run in the opposite direction and leaves me wondering if there isn't something more.

    At Logos Made Flesh Matthew Miller says it best:

    "...the power of the Gospel is often displayed in mystery, riddle, and ambiguity, instead of blatant propoganda." 

    Miller's blog entry focuses on how Jesus taught in parables, answering questions in mysteries that the listener needed to solve (those who had "ears to hear"). 

    Miller quotes Mark 4:10 - 12:

    Mark 4:10-12 "And as soon as He was alone, His followers, along with the twelve, began asking Him about the parables. And He was saying to them, "To you has been given the mystery of the kingdom of God; but those who are outside get everything in parables, in order that while seeing, they may see and not perceive; and while hearing, they may hear and not understand lest they return and be forgiven." (see also Matthew 13:13 ;Luke 8:10)

    Miller believes that this means that "Jesus taught in parables so that only those seeking the answer would understand. He was the Sower who spread the seed. But His seed would only grow in the ground that was willing to receive it."

    How interesting a concept.  A seed will grow where the ground is willing to receive it.  Understanding will come to those actively seeking it.  When I start thinking along these lines I know that I need to contemplate concepts way, way, way beyond the sing-song "love your neighbor as yourself".  I need to till and fertilize and prepare my field, not yours, to understand things like winning the world and losing my soul; recognizing the kingdom in the here and now; how I can give away everything and still have not love; how the pure in heart are blessed and filled with light; how the meek will inherit the earth; how love never falls in ruins as it covers all things, has faith for all things, hopes in all things and endures in all things.

    There is so much to learn, but nothing to be learned if we already know.  Can we expect much from a seed planted where a bush already grows?