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Talking About Politics

November 5, 1996. I took my six-year-old daughter, Mairead, up the street to the old firehouse which was our polling location. We talked about the importance of voting and I cast my vote. Sure, it wasn’t particularly close that year, but it has always been important to me to get out and vote no matter how close the elections are.

Mairead was always very bright, and always ready for an argument, and I seem to recall that she felt it was unfair that she didn’t get to vote. After all, she was probably brighter and more informed than many of the adults voting. We probably talked a little bit about how laws were made and how when she was old enough, she could work on lowering the voting age.

Attorney General Blumenthal touched on this at the Obama Rally in Hamden, Connecticut last Saturday when he particularly thanked people that brought their children to the rally. We need to encourage civic involvement starting at an early age.

Twelve long hard years have come and gone. Mairead is off in college and I wanted to make sure she was registered and was going to vote. In response to an email I sent, she wrote, “I want to actually go to a voting place... Remember when you took me to the fire station for the '96 election? I've been waiting ever since.”

I suspect neither of Mairead nor I imagined what those twelve years would be like, or how historic her first vote would be. Yet perhaps that is an important lesson to all of us. Things that we talk about can carry greater significance than we think at the time, even if it takes twelve years to come to fruition.

I suspect the same applies to the comments we leave on blogs. At one blog I visit, a person posted a comment bewailing about the polarization of politics. That same person then went on to compare Obama to Hitler. Excuse me? I don’t think people that compare a U.S. Presidential candidate to Hitler has much ground to complain about other people polarizing politics.

In another discussion, I heard people complaining about how biased the media is and how bad it was that there weren’t going to be more debates. I remember many of the debates during the primaries where the moderator, typically a noted pundit or anchor from one of the major networks spoke more than the candidates. It reminded me of the old joke about a resort up in the Catskills. One person complained, “The food here is horrible” and the other replied, “Yes, and the portions are so small.”

I would love to see good debates that focus on the issues, and don’t resort to candidates and pundits yelling at one another about trivialities. I would love to see people on the web talk about politics without resorting to polarizing rhetoric, and I sure hope that a friend of Mairead will send me a picture this November of her wearing an “I Voted Today” sticker.

So yes, the portions of political dialog are small, the politics are too polarized, but to throw in another great quote, “There is only one thing worse than being talked about, and that’s not being talked about.” So, let’s talk politics. If we can be grown up, the way my daughter was twelve years ago, we can do it without polarizing rhetoric, but even if the best you can do is be divisive, let’s have a discussion.

The Coyote

Yesterday was my wife Kim’s birthday. It was also the ninth anniversary of her mother’s death. I ran out to pick up something nice for breakfast for Kim on her birthday, and as I returned, I saw a large coyote in our neighbor’s driveway. They coyote came over and stuck his nose down our driveway, and later stopped by to check out Kim.

Kim’s mother had fought a long battle with cancer, and I started dating Kim during the final days of that battle. On Kim’s birthday, nine years ago, Kim and I went out to dinner with Kim’s father, her brother, and her sister-in-law. The family had gathered to move Kim’s mother from the hospital to hospice.

After the dinner was done and the gifts exchanged, including a gift that Kim’s mother somehow managed to order from her sick bed, Kim’s father received a message on his beeper. He called the doctor and found that his wife had died.

Within a year, Kim’s maternal grandmother died as well. She had been in great health, but she failed to recover from a minor heart attack. She died of a broken heart after her eldest daughter died of cancer.

Kim and I got married a year later, on her mother’s birthday, and our daughter Fiona was baptized the following year on our anniversary and her grandmother-in-heaven’s birthday.

Often, when Kim and I were out and about, we would see two morning doves beside the road, or crossing our paths. Morning doves frequently habituated Kim’s maternal grandmother’s house and Kim often commented about the doves being messengers from her mother and grandmother in heaven.

So, as I was greeted by the coyote yesterday morning, I thought about how their habitat has expanded greatly since Europeans first came to America, and about how they are becoming more common to Connecticut. I worried about the safety of our cat and our aging dog. Yet I also wondered about the coyote as totem.

The coyote is a great symbol in Native American lore. He is the trickster. Wolf’s Moon’s Spirit of Coyote writes,

The Trickster, always carries with him, lessons that are crucial to growth and change, yet the lesson he brings is usually one that is contained within a grand joke that Coyote plays upon the unwitting human. As such, though he is a Teacher Spirit, his lessons are taught via the vehicle of humor and wisdom found within folly.

Is The Trickster coming into our lives, to teach us some great lesson? The struggles of the past few years have been wearying and I hope that no new tricks our coming our way. Yet I do hope that the struggles of the past few years can be made sense of and integrated into some great story of growth and change.

Later, Wolf’s Moon writes,

Only through exploring many different avenues will the Coyote eventually find the Path that his/her heart resonates to, and along the way a variety of interests will capture their restless curiosity. Above all however, the Coyote individual needs to explore and investigate as theirs is an active and inquisitive mind. Hence, fields in which they are challenged intellectually or spiritually will resonate the strongest with them as well as a field in which they can share their insights and knowledge gained with Others.

Some professions which the combination of qualities mentioned above might be found are in the communications field such as writing or journalism, the educational field or any Role in which they are able to transmit their philosophy, ideas and ideals to their fellow Two-Leggeds.

So, is the coyote a totem? A messenger? Is there some sort of great lesson accompanied with humor and wisdom within folly? Is there a clue to help me find my path, a path that captures my restless curiosity? Does it have something to do with writing, journalism, education, or even blogging?

Or, was the coyote I saw yesterday morning a simple reminder of the wild animals that we share our world with, even in suburbia? Either way, it has caused me to reflect a little more on my life and the lives of those I touch. Hopefully, this post will cause others to reflect on their lives as well. What animal totems, messengers, or other things cause you to reflect on your life?

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The Simple Victories

Last week, friends of mine were in Denver to experience the Democratic National Convention. This week, other friends are in St. Paul for the Republican National Convention. I spent Labor Day weekend camping out with friends; human, canine and equine. Others spent the weekend bracing against hurricane Gustav, or preparing to help those displaced by the storm.

Now, it is the Tuesday after a long weekend. I rushed to take out the trash, a task I tend to forget on Tuesdays after a long weekend. I did some laundry; the piles always seem higher after a long weekend. I did some dishes, read some emails and blogs, and took my car to the shop, which of course ended up being more expensive than I had hoped.

I think back to my friends expressing hope last week, proclaiming, “Yes, we can!” Yet back at home, getting ahead seems beyond reach. The simple task is not to fall further behind.

Yet it is in these simple tasks, as I stand in the sunshine hanging out the clothes to dry, instead of simply throwing them in the electric drier, that we can find ways to get ahead when it might seem like we are simply marking time or trying not to fall behind.

So, I am sure that my friends that have recently gotten back from Denver have plenty of catching up to do, yet as they catch up, as the prepare for November, and more importantly for what each of us will do past November, I hope they manage to find moments to savor the simple victories.

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Labor Day Rabbits

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit. The old saying is that you should say “Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit” before getting out of bed on the first day of every month. Instead, I start off the first blog post of the month this way. In addition, it is Labor Day, and I want to wish everyone a happy Labor Day.

Another growing tradition amongst the EntreCard droppers is to list the top droppers on your site at the beginning of each month. Last month I did that, but used links going to EntreCard. One person noted that my blog has a page rank of five, which many EntreCard droppers would love a link from asked why I had linked to the EntreCard link, instead of directly to the blog. Well, I tend not to think a lot about page rank, and I wanted to just do a quick link to the top droppers.

However, keeping this in mind, this month, I’m doing things a little differently. I read through the list of top EntreCard droppers on my blog, and chose on that I really like.

Prodromus is a blog with the tag line, “A Forerunner to the Future… Why We Need to Become Energy Independent”. I’ve joined discussions about politics on that blog. I don’t see eye to eye with the writer on a lot of topics, but there is enough common ground, and I believe mutual respect, that we can have good discussions about the issues.

So, there is my link for a top dropper last month. Check it out. Meanwhile, I’m going to try and catch up on everything after my weekend away camping.

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A Moment in History

I remember about seven years ago my wife gave me a call from the obstetrician’s office. She was due in about three or four weeks. As she was arranging her next checkup, she looked up at the television in the doctor’s office and saw a plane fly into the World Trade Centers.

That afternoon, I sat down with my two older daughters. One was eleven the other was eight. I told them that something very bad had happened. I told them that this was a day which people would look back to, the way people look back to when JFK was shot. Where were you when…

Where were you when Martin Luther King proclaimed his dream? Where were you when a man first set foot on the moon?

There are rare times in our lives that we participate in a moment in history. Fiona, who was born a few weeks after September 11th wants to stay up this evening, and I will have a similar discussion with her, as I did with her older sister seven years ago, about the historical significance of the day.

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