Band of Horses - Is There a Ghost (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

Is There a Ghost .....

".... I could sleep.... I could sleep....." The Cienna "CC" song of all songs!! See the separate post with the video.

Sometimes it takes the peace and wisdom and gentle insanity of a child to remind me of what counts. My son usually provides this balance, but of late, a little 3 year old a 'tude and her little singing voice does the job sometimes. This is the song by Band of Horses that comes up in many venues, both personal and legal, in my world of late. I hope i successfully pasted the link here or else it will have to follow. The ghost in my computer is running amok these days.

September

I have loved September most all of my life because the cooling of summer is what those of us in the desert wait for. The cooling is like a drink of crisp water on the parched tongue. My best writings, perhaps with the exception of today, emerge during the cooling. My best balance hits that sweet spot during the sun's journey to the solstice.

Today, I woke up hating today, but not for the reason most Americans are hating today. I woke up hating today because it memorializes the definitive mark of the end of my union, marriage and more importantly partnership. Many families were severed after the social schism took place. Kind of reminded me of the Berlin wall actually. None of us in my family, Protestant or Muslim, think it was ok what happened in the airplane bombings. But this is a selfish day for me now, and with months of discussion about how we handled the change in tone and freedom after the "change" in foreign policy, I think we are clear, the both of us, that we allowed the social schism to cut all of us apart.

Hindsight tells us we didn't have to succumb to it, but history tells us we did.

Testing one two - chickens

Sorry for the inconveniece but I have to test something on my blog. I do believe that my friend's chickens have found a new free range home. Maia and her family are just pretty cool people.

Right and Wrong and Time and Enemies

Sometimes we make a correct and conscious choice. We are happy and content. Along the journey, however, it becomes so uncomfortable as to appear to be the wrong choice. Perhaps it is the correct choice at the time or in the moment determined, but over time becomes the wrong choice. This must mean that "time" is the enemy to comfortable choices. Perhaps there is no enemy. Perhaps this is just growth.

Freaky the Stillness

The eerie light from the clouds got me up this morning, like the solitary quiet of a snowfall beginning...except of course it is June! Last night was tumultuous in the clouds and we had winds, rain, hail and twister action everywhere, but this morning.... so still and quiet that the neighbor's sprinkler system is all that cuts the silence. I suppose I beat the birds up.

Uncovering The Sissy Boy Story - The UCLA Gay Experiments

In an attempt to avoid working this morning, I stumbled upon this article and began reading. It is part of an article whose headlines I have seen over the last 2 days but avoided - a young man so tormented by who he was internally despite the "therapy" he endured to change that, that he took his life out of the equation. This is indeed the "psychiatric abuse of gender-variant kids." [Gender Shock by Phyllis Burke].

This thing is killing me. And the doctoral student in the 1970's who developed this therapy modality (The Gender Identity Clinic at UCLA in the 1970's) claimed he was trying to "save" youths from succumbing to the sinful practices of homosexuality, yet was caught in May 2010 traveling with a male escort.

Seems the good doctor generously passed along the love (his religious-based hangups) to many other kids. The problem is, one of the kids turned up dead. He could not reconcile the battle within himself. This kind of abuse appears not to be easily fixed. The journalists who broke the story are looking for other kids who endured the experimental therapy out at UCLA in the 1970’s with therapist George Alan Rekers.

I cannot call the man “doctor.”




http://www.cnn.com/2011/US/06/08/rekers.sissy.boy.experiment/index.html?hpt=hp_c2