Dupont Ave, such sophistication for a road that backs into the Jordan River, shadowed by the intermittent smell of the city sewage plant with its backdrops of towering refinery smokestacks. Buccaneer and Talisman, more befitting names for this working class neighborhood and its lingering “hood” reputation.
In 1978 the CEO-to-Worker compensation ratio was 30:1. In 2013 the CEO-to-Worker compensation ratio was 296:1. [statistics taken from “The Unbanking of America” by Lisa Servon}. Belief in economic growth benefiting the average American is a fairy tale. We all know before Disney editing there was no happy ending.
“To acknowledge our ancestors means we are aware that we did not make ourselves, that the line stretches all the way back, perhaps, to God; or to Gods. We remember them because it is an easy thing to forget: that we are not the first to suffer, rebel, fight, love and die. The grace with which we embrace life, in spite of the pain, the sorrow, is always a measure of what has gone before. ” [Alice Walker “Fundamental Difference”] – Standing before my ancestors reminds me I am not a lone martyred saint, but a common man walking a well worn path.
Fat Girl Running blogger Mirna Valerio said “I love my body the most when I am out running, even if it’s hard and even if I’m having a bad day. I know I have my body and it works and it is allowing me to do this thing and so I feel really strong and powerful and in that I feel beautiful.” These words stormed through my mind like an invasion. Have I ever seen my body as beautiful?
“We tie ourselves up with intentions, not mindful of the fact that intention is the limitation, yes, the exclusion of life.” [Carl Jung, The Red Book] Do I ever live an experience? Am I am free to love you without intention?