Summer Begins

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Summer is always fun and busy. This one will be something new though. It’s been a few years since I haven’t traveled back to the U.S. during summer.

After today, I can see I will easily fill up my days! My partner at church (partner in goodness, we call each other) and I had a two-hour Zoom meeting to plan an online summer camp for our church school kids. (There are over 100 of them.) They, too, will not be traveling this summer, and the small island of Bahrain gets even smaller during the hot and humid summers. So, we planned and planned and we’re starting next week.

Another thing we are starting tomorrow is a 30 Days of Kindness challenge from CharacterStrong. A few teachers from school and church are joining in to show some kindness to all kinds of people in the month of July. It sounds like a good healthy thing to do in these trying times. Do you want to join in?

So, along with my recharging plans plus all the new plans I continue to make, I think I am on the way to filling up my summer.

Stories

Story is a motif in my life. I have stories of my childhood, stories of dysfunction. Stories of family, striving parents, fun cousins, so many siblings, faithful husband and delightful daughters. The stories continue on generation after generation, as the older generation leaves us.

I have stories of students and my life with students in California, Iowa, Michigan, Arizona, Bahrain. Stories I am profoundly proud of and stories I am so ashamed of.

I have stories from the Bible that have transformed me and helped me understand life. Mary breathing in deeply of the stories of Jesus, finding the most important thing. Zacchaeus on the wrong side most of his life, gets a new start. Bartimaeus given his sight and a choice to go on his way. He chose the Jesus road.

Jim Carrey said, “I act because I’m broken in a lot of pieces and acting gives me a chance to reconfigure those pieces into 1,000 different things that are positive for people to watch.” Stories are the way for me to reconfigure my broken pieces and help my life fit back together.

Today is Tuesday, Day 126 in Bahrain’s coronavirus time, day 91 of The Isolation Journals with Suleika Jaouad. Today’s prompt is by Michelle Ross. Her  lovely music accompanying today’s prompt is Bach’s Ciaccona, a theme of eight measures followed by sixty-four variations. The prompt is about considering, as Milan Kundera puts it, the “infinitude hidden within all things.” Thinking of a motif or question in your life and write about it, “considering the question of whether you find meaning through repetition, or if the journey takes you farther away.”

Childhood

legumes
January 1
Our family’s latest hope
For a prosperous
New Year
Moving forward
Black-eyed peas
Swollen and plump
But who wants to eat
those nasty beans?

puffs
Glass ashtray
sitting on Dad’s armchair
Always warm
Light goes out on one
As another one is lit
Trace the smoke around
His head and reflected in the
Mirror behind him as he puffs

National Geographic
Glorious images
Precursor to future
Internet surfing
Folded-up maps tucked inside
Like money in a birthday card
This is where my love for maps
Was nurtured
Also the bare breasts
Became my childhood porn

rotary phone
“One ringy-dingy, two ringy-dingies,
Hello, have I reached the party
to whom I am speaking?”
Ernestine was the essence of
using the rotary dial phone.
At home it wasn’t that simple.
Only one could be
on the phone at a time.
To use it you had to come
front and center in the family
at the crossroads of the den,
dining room and
kitchen.
No privacy.

sharpened pencil
Grandma, why do you
sharpen your pencil
with a knife?
My crossword puzzles
I mean, why don’t you
get a pencil sharpener?
Now, why would I do that?

Today is Thursday, Day 121 in Bahrain’s stay-at-home time, day 86 of The Isolation Journals with Suleika Jaouad. Today’s prompt is by Jenny Boully. She gave a list of words of which we were to choose five. Then write about them using imagery and limiting the use of the word I. I limited the use of I, but I have to work on my imagery.

Dismantling Damaging Legacies

In the last month, the removal of many monuments to Robert E. Lee, Jefferson Davis, Christopher Columbus, Junipero Serra, and many more honoring confederate soldiers and women of the confederacy have been accelerated.

There are thousands more to go, and then we can worry about where to draw the line between who can be honored and which ones removed. Monuments and statues are created to honor those who are depicted, not to remember history. As John Oliver explained, when discussing Confederate symbols, we record history through books, museums, and Ken Burns’ mini series. He said, “Statues are how we glorify people.”

We need much more dismantling of damaging legacies. I hope we will get to a place where we can discuss them, but those conversations can’t happen just yet. Right now, let them come down.

Now, a harder dismantling needs to happen within each person. We have our own monuments inside, engraved with harmful and damaging legacies. We have made idols that we worship. Read Jared Yates Sexton’s Twitter thread below for evidence of some of the outrageous and damaging beliefs of white-identity evangelical fascism in the name of Christianity. Oh, God, save us from ourselves.

So we have issues to fix inside. I have my own personal harmful and damaging monuments hidden within me. I know they’re there. I am a sixty-something white woman who, after a rocky start, spent most of her life trying to be a “good” white person.  I was one of those ones who thought Obama’s election was a new chapter. It wasn’t until I saw the SNL sketch after trump was elected that it hit me. Chris Rock’s and Dave Chappelle’s characters were not surprised at all that trump was elected. The white people in the room were devastated. I finally had to admit that we were not the country I thought we had become. This was hundreds of years older than trump. How did it take me that long? It’s the blinding system of white supremacy that I and other white people with privilege have nurtured for 400+ years. The same system that Black people have fought against and endured for the same amount of time. It’s also my personal demons I’m blind too, and I know that I will continue to be convicted of my sin. Of that I am sure.

Me trying to be a good white person? What kind of molecule-in-the-bucket difference would that make? I’ve spent my life asking the wrong questions, centered on me. Now, I am listening, resisting injustice, disrupting racial bias, amplifying Black voices, studying history written by Black people, helping fund politicians who are committed to bringing justice, supporting Black lives and the Black Lives Matter movement. I am here to learn and have my personal monuments exposed and torn down.

Today is Wednesday, Day 120 in Bahrain’s stay-at-home time, day 85 of The Isolation Journals with Suleika Jaouad. Today’s prompt is from Sister Peace. Sister Peace asks us today: “What monuments do you carry inside you that are engraved with harmful beliefs or represent damaging legacies? What would it take to dismantle them? What could you put in their place that is loving, kind, joyful, and true?” I hope you will take 30 minutes to watch this interview with her.