The weather of simply living

I’ve been on a learning curve the last two weeks; mouth mostly closed, ears open, and listening to the stories of others—and through theirs was reminded of my own.
I learned about literary boundaries, and I continue spinning a web of words in my head that will find its way out the end of my fingers and onto the page.
I don’t have cable or satellite television. I stopped that madness, as it pertained to my life at the time, in the spring of 2012.
And I don’t miss that kind of television at all—not the news programs, the soap operas, nor the prime-time weeknight TV dramas and comedy shows, or the drone of incessant commercials about hair shampoos and shiny new cars.
This is not to say I don’t partake in “TV World” once in a while, as I did in mid-January in my hotel room during a weekend in the big city. I was glued to the blue-light eminence that never really loses its addictive quality no matter how long one boycotts it.
And as I did Sunday night, when I watched (in its entirety) the 88th Academy Awards ceremony “live from the Dolby Theatre in Hollywood.”
I was parked in front of a flat-screen TV on a comfy couch in my comfy clothes, with two of my favourite people, amid homemade appetizers of tasty measure, a glass of red in my right, and my left hand at the ready for proverbial “thumbs up” and pumping arm gestures in support of really great movies, sound mixes, adapted screenplays, and the men and women who played the roles that made their big-screen pictures a nomination station.
I listened with much interest that night to the very public black-and-white controversy of who is and who is not getting the roles they believe they deserve.
I watched and listened with silent honour and speechless admiration to the powerful message of “Til It Happens to You” performed by Lady Gaga.
The soul-filled song is the “Pied Piper” for the documentary “The Hunting Ground,” which continues to face controversy and challenges in its ground-breaking movement to open the doors of awareness.
To paraphrase Mark Nepo, “It is essential to bear witness to our own naked stories.”
Nepo goes on to write about the never-ending work of relationships and how “each of us, in our own time and way, move the stones between us, repositioning the heavy things that get in the way, so the life of feeling can continue.
“The weather of simply living jams things up and we, like every generation before us, must roll up our pants and sleeves, step into the river, and unclog the flow.”
What are the heavy things that get in the way? They are habits of not: not seeing, not hearing, not feeling, not being present, not risking the truth, not risking the heart’s need to live out in the open.”
Every day this life teaches me more about who I am and what matters most to me—but only if I listen.