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Green Avatars & poem 79

In the past few days, many avatars (or profile photos) on Twitter have gone green. No, it’s not about supporting the environment though that’s a good idea. It is to show solidarity with Iranians as they strive for some semblance of a free election. On the other side of the world, Iranians are surreptitiously texting the news against Amadinejad’s wishes. It is exciting and goes to further prove that, small as the gesture may seem, social media is truly responsive and relevant on an international scope.

I’ve loved Twitter since the moment I discovered it. Once I got the protocol figured out, I ‘followed’ vegans, yogis, life coaches, bloggers, and lgbt activists. Since my Internet Interruptus yesterday, I have missed being able to check the latest conversations (tweets). Every day someone asks ‘what’s with the green?’ There’s a hatch mark topic #IranElection that will get you up to date on all the tweets pertaining to the Iran situation. If I had constant internet access, I’d be checking it more often. I no longer have cable so rely on my laptop internet for news. I love what ‘AnAppleADay1’ tweeted today: “We support your cause and wish you both safety and courage as you continue.” There is something powerful happening, even on this simple scale.


Green Avatar? No, it’s not some new movie superhero,
just some of us common folk scattered all over the world
speaking in solidarity with you.


must be my inner teenybopper / poem 71


I’ll admit it: I bought the Rolling Stone issue today at Kroger with the full story on Adam Lambert. Forget the cover with the snake on his thigh . . . too phallic for an old lesbian like me. But I’ll admit: Adam is hot. If I were decades younger I would have pictures of him on my dorm wall. What is it about him?

I think at least part of the appeal is his androgyny. I like the guyliner, the platform shoes, the flowing cape. After all, I liked British standup comic Eddie Izzard, too. Although I was never crazy about Elvis, I swear Adam may be channeling that rock n roll master who crossed over. But, no, Adam is so diverse in music styles. I love that his dad came home one day to hear Adam playing “Brick House” with the volume cranked up. In the interview in the Rolling Stone issue just out, Adam acknowledges he wanted to be a hippie. So did I, in fact, I was — at least what I called “a Midwestern version.”

Of course, I love that Adam is gay and up there before the millions flaunting everything he’s got. He is an lgbt representative whether he wants to be or not and whether some gay guys who’d rather fit in like it or not. I guess when it gets right down to it, he seems like fun. I sense he’s got a wonderfully free spirit.

I actually didn’t watch “American Idol” until the end. I sat up and noticed when I saw the stream of tweets on Twitter about “Mad World” and checked it out on YouTube. How touching and vulnerable the song and his showmanship on stage was amazing! For just a minute, I was back in high school again anxious about fitting in, feeling like an outsider. I don’t expect miracles with just one musical talent but with Adam Lambert saying “I don’t think it should be a surprise for anyone to hear that I’m gay,” the outsiders have now moved into the limelight.


yes, I once played in a girls’ band and wanted to be a rock star.
you, sir, are one, so amazingly talented.
you have awakened my inner teenybopper.

happy mother’s day to all of our mothers / poem 39

How I spent my mother’s day:

Chanting the Guru Gita at the Siddha Yoga Meditation Center / shopping at Trader Joe’s / taking a long afternoon nap / visiting my dear friend Vic Ramstetter while she recuperates from knee replacement surgery at her mother’s. I couldn’t wish my mother ‘Mother’s Day’ because she passed away two years ago. Still, I intuitively sent a few messages along the lines of ‘You know I’m thinking of you . . . wherever you are.’

Someone on Twitter mentioned about remembering our Spiritual Mothers as well. First I would have to include Grandma Katie. Katie (Katherine Rentschler) Drees adopted my mother from the Children’s Home after her biological mother had died. Even through her stern Germanic demeanor, I knew she loved me. Sometimes I say I had two mothers. I was grandma’s favorite. With five kids, my own mother had her hands full.

Other spiritual mothers include Gurumayi, certainly; no matter that she is younger than I. I’ll also name Veena Kedia who is my other half of the Seva Coordinating Team at the local meditation center. Although Amma (Amritanandamayima) is not my guru, this Hugging Saint is everyone’s mother as she gives us each our moment in her lap. My friendly ex, Janice Uhlman, is always there for me especially when I have tears. I would be remiss to not remember a few teachers along the way who mentored me.

In my head I am hearing a chant I believe comes from Libana: “The Earth is our Mother, we must take care of Her.” You may refer to Her as Gaia or Demeter or the 1,001 names of Goddesses from many diverse cultures. Whichever name you prefer, listen to the tune, believe the chant: it is true and it’s almost too late. That one word ‘almost’ gives us an opportunity whether we take it by eating lower on the food chain, composting, growing our own herbs and vegetables, recycling, driving less — we know what to do. Now in the name of The Mother we must do it.


In the name of the Mother
we look at nature around us
and pray to do our share

The awesomeness of Twitter, aligned with Poem #33

I realize most of my friends and acquaintances think I am going through a phase with my love affair with Twitter. True, it’s only been a season. Still, I was totally blown away when I discovered this blog post by Stephen Dinan last night (through Twitter, of course).

Entitled “The Spiritual Importance of Twitter,” Stephen proceeds to list seven reasons why. I will not list these, rather, will post a link to the article at the end for those interested in knowing the details. But he claims Twitter contributes to our sense of Oneness with each other. Thoughts and ideas can be relayed instantly; networks of like-minded people form seamlessly and effortlessly. There is increased authenticity “as the boundaries between our public and private selves dissolve.” The 140 characters allowed in Twitter make for quick, uncensored revelations. Each of us are like synapses connected to a ‘global brain.’


Global Brain

We tap out our thoughts quickly, briefly,
140 characters at a time until
our separateness finally fades

People I’ve met on Twitter: Poem #22

podcasters, poets, Peruvians
life coaches, crazies, curmudgeons
yoginis, Yoko & Maddow