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Speaking Pig-Latin in America

Speaking Pig-Latin in America

Oh-Nay, A-way, OO-yah, ight-may ay-say.

People actually speak different languages in the United States. I’m outraged and mortified. How will I communicate with them? How will I buy from their vendors? How will I listen to their instruction when they try to lead me through the steps of regaining my Internet connection? The road ahead is perilous.

I remember a time in America when all there was were my Italian immigrant relatives living in a small town in Pennsylvania, called Monaca. We all spoke the same language, pigeon Italian. It was easy to communicate. But when we had to learn to communicate with the Indians in America, life turned hard and risky. We didn’t know whether we were trading our pepperoni for corn or baskets of cayenne peppers.

Those were simpler times.

I moved to New York City in the 80s. Everywhere I turned someone was speaking a different language. I never knew what was being said about me. I knew for certain, from the looks on their faces, they were speaking about me. I could just tell, you know. Life felt confusing like the times of the Tower of Babel.

Do you ever think about that time in history? Or do you think it was mythical?

The story goes that humans were getting too smart too quickly. They were building a tower to heaven. Their communication and abilities as one was so strong that they could break through the confines of the locked doors of heaven. So, as a result, God brought forth confusion. How did God do it? Through the barriers of many different languages.

He separated us by breaking down communication. Language is our basic means of communication. So, by creating different languages for different groups of people, suddenly, there was no linear connection with each other, no strong mental community.

What this says to me is that there is a way to reach the heavenly realm. This way is by means of coming together with one communicating force. When we find this, when we put down our battle weapons, we will find a way to rebuild the tower of Babel—which may be a metaphor for the connection to heaven.

I know lately in my blog, I have been speculating about why now are we so connected in communication with cell phones and computers like never before. Why is it so possible to think of someone and be able to reach across the world and see and talk to him or her in a matter of a few pushes of a button?

Because something is on the horizon that is spiritual, and it is huge.

When we realize that all these communication mechanisms aren’t just to take pictures and send them to our friends. When we realize that you are holding in your hand a way to connect you to the vastness of Spirit in God, I think then you’ll realize that we are on our way back to something bigger than we had ever imagined.

Some Christians believe that there is a rapture. Others believe that this is a metaphor for Jesus coming back in Clouds (the word “clouds” in the Greek could mean the believers). Jesus’ spirit of reform and reconstruction and resolution and healing is moving within us, if we but believe.

I see many people leaving the earth at this time. It’s almost as if some are leaving to prepare the way. Others are leaving because they are standing in the way. But soon we will be waiting on a clear pathway toward the light together. Will we choose to use our power to communicate to rebuild our connection to God?

Are you ready to believe that the barrier of communication is breaking down because we are now, as a spiritual community, somehow ready to break forth into a new paradigm of heavenly work?

This Sunday, I truly believe I am.

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A Doobie Party

A Doobie Party

I have a dear friend who moved to Nashville from Utah. She comes from a very white bred family of 14 children—Mormon. As she moved here for the music business, she realized that life would be very different. She first got a job with an insurance agency. Her work partner was a tall, buff Asian man who had a haircut that made him look like a little boy. As she tells the story, “All the older women at work were after him and he needed some advice before he was eaten by a cougar.”

After my friend gave him advice, suggesting her sister, the stylist, for a haircut and spending some time getting to know him, she fell in love and got engaged. She and her sister moved her together and live in condos next to each other and do everything together, including church, which is where I met them at the Center of Spiritual Living, far from the path of Mormonism.

They didn’t realize that everyone in the neighborhood (the cool neighborhood–East Nashville) that they were a bit odd. One day they needed something fixed and invited a neighbor to help them. He said, “I’ve been looking forward to helping the ‘hot lesbians.”

They looked at him with a smile and said, “Where?” We’d like to meet them.

One neighbor couple just didn’t like them at all until the fianceé moved in. After which, the couple invited the lovely young blonde and her Asian fianceé to a Doobie party. To which my friend replied, “Oh, thank you, that would be great,” in her Utah accent.

When she announced to her fianceé that they were to go to this party, he asked what kind of party it was. She told him it was a “theme” party. He said, “What kind of theme?”

She said, “A doobie theme. I guess like the brothers, the dog, the 80’s… Not really sure. But isn’t cool that they invited us?”

Her boyfriend just laughed and shook his head. “Honey… a doobie is a kind of a party that is against the law. You know? Pot?”

Of course, she had no idea and she felt like a Doobie!

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I just had a good cry watching the USA women’s gymnastic team win the gold medal in the 2012 Summer Olympics. Those young women were so stellar and flawless this evening. I feel as though I was there with them experiencing the moment.

When I was young, my two youngest sisters were gymnasts. At eight, I began running scores at events. At that time there were no computers. Young boys like me took the pieces of paper into a room where someone with an adding machine tallied the scores. When I think of that, it almost makes me laugh. I can smell the sweat and the chalk as I recall the moments. There was no AC either. Just lots of big fans. My sister Cindy turned out to be quite the gymnast, but then turned her talents toward dance and theater when she went to college. But all of it left me with a real love for women’s gymnastics.

I, too, was a fledgling gymnast. I have to admit I really didn’t like the strength events. I just wanted to tumble and fly on the vault. Eventually, I ended up competing as a diver in high school. I bet none of you knew that about me. I try to keep a few surprises in my pocket.

Most of us are happy just to watch people compete. We feel the sensation of winning with them. I wonder what that is about. I often would watch the men in my family around the television growing up watching sports and marvel at the camaraderie and joy it gave them to bond over football and even golf, which even today I think is the most boring sport on earth to watch or play.

I always said I wanted something like the camaraderie my father had in life that kind of swept me away from everything and lifted me into a place where I was completely engulfed in the sport. For the last three years, I’ve gone to college gymnastic events and it has really been a great experience for me to let go and get to be excited about something that really swells in my soul. I’ve missed that throughout my childhood. I’m finally glad I’ve found this sport to fulfill that need.

At fifty, I even started watching football with my mother, who is an avid sports fan. She screams and jumps up and down like my dad and his buddies used to. It’s kind of fun to take part in her little drama with her. I really could give a flip who wins, but she does, so it matters a bit. Somewhere, I know my daddy is saying, “I’m proud of you, son. You now know the difference between a home run and a touch down. Good stuff!” Air shake, Pops.

Finally, on this day after victory for the US in woman’s gymnastics and for Michael Phelps to surpass the most medals ever won by an Olympian, I say thank you to everyone who is competing. I know that there are so many people in the world who are trying their best and not succeeding, maybe not evening making it to any finals. To all of those people, thank you too. We need all of you to make this worldwide venture exciting and unified. I believe that’s what makes the Olympics so magical. For two weeks billions of people are all in one place at one time, mostly thinking the same thoughts.

When I think back at the times when I was running scores in 1972 and Cathy Rigby was an Olympic star, even then there was an indescribable, completely palatable place that almost everyone I knew wanted to be. We strive daily for things and mostly don’t get them. Sometimes we do.

But it’s nice to see people we are cheering for win. Somewhere in our hearts we get to win with them. And for that, we get to share the dreams of many.

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