Carnage Moments

Deadly violence leaves no space for words and less space for thought. It leaves room for nothing but the experience of overload. If, and I mean if you are fortunate enough to live through the violence, you know there is no point in describing it. Even though the moment of the experience has passed, there is still no space for words and as for thought, none can be shaped into any form of coherent expression. At least I can’t do it.

The recent carnage at Fort Hood and the hideous media feeding frenzy about it reflects so much of what has gone wrong with our species. The unchecked media jumps all over it, primarily salivating over the chance to increase ratings, only some truly caring about the dead and wounded along with their loved ones and those in the vicinity who were reminded that brutality happens in the blink of an eye and is anything but predictable.

My heart is with those who lived moments in which they believed they were going to die and did, and those who believed they were going to and, thankfully, didn’t.

 

Feeling My Oats

I am feeling my oats this morning, I truly am. While I am battling some kind of respiratory bug, no fun at all, I braved the elements, so to speak, and succeeded in replacing the belt on my clothes dryer. The belt is the thing that loops around the dyer drum and makes the thing spin.

I am constantly amazed – and deeply grateful – for the gifts of sobriety. I will be sober eight years next July and when this dryer belt snapped I fully expected myself to be launched into the familiar crisis woe-is-me mode. But it didn’t happen.  That’s not to say my spirits didn’t droop when that bad boy snapped last week. They did. But I wasn’t at all overwhelmed which both surprised and delighted me. I immediately jumped online and went to a terrific site, www.repairclinic.com , punched in the model number of my dryer, and ordered it. I then went to some sites to get instructions to learn how to go about actually replacing the belt.

Present through all this was the undercurrent belief, born of my history, which says Peter Kahrmann can’t succeed at things like this. But I learned some time ago that while my history might be inundating me with some message about myself, I am wise to recognize it as bogus and relieve it of any decision making power.

And so I went down to the dryer, accompanied by my German Shepherd, McKenzie (you never know when a dryer might act up), and went to work. It took an hour, but I got the job done. From not feeling well at all I didn’t and don’t have much energy, but I am doing a wash now and am smiling ear to ear knowing I’ll be able to dry my clothes.

Life is good, even better when you’re sober.

Memo to My Gay & Lesbian Brethren

Don’t give up. Don’t ever give up.

The fact Maine voters this week rejected the notion of gay marriage doesn’t just reflect that fact that some have a way to go in realizing people are equal, and being equal means equal rights, and equal rights means people who are Gay and Lesbian have the right to marry. So know, as I suspect you already do, that your extraordinary efforts are not about attaining the right to marry, they are about helping people recognize and accept the right is already there.

We are all prone to seeing the glass as half empty at times and certainly this week’s loss is wrenching. But don’t allow it so much say it robs you of recognizing the wondrous truth that the question of gay marriage was on the ballot!

It is only a matter of time. Equal rights don’t come easy, but they come. So keep on trucking and, for what it’s worth, know that this pen has you backed all the way.

Which Life Am I?

Many of us struggle to make sense of what we experience as conflicting parts of ourselves. Our desire to be morally upright and ethically strong finds itself challenged by our deepest sexual desires, or our desire to smack someone in the mouth who has been brutal to us or, even worse, to someone we love. The deep desire some have to honor their experience of God  is often challenged by our most primal impulses.

So who are we? How do we resolve what we experience as contrary things? I believe we learn to realize and accept that all of the above makes the whole. That the separation of these things in our hearts and minds is driven by far too many misguided and oftentimes punitive belief systems. The all of your human experience makes the whole; there is no division. Our primal instincts are the very things that have kept our species going and the fracturing driven by dysfunctional belief systems is the very thing that will bring our species to its conclusion.

I’ve gotten to thinking about this because I am reading an amazing biography of Leo Tolstoy by Henri Troyat. I am early on in the book, but the struggle described above is one Tolstoy, at least when he is in his twenties, which is how old he is in the page I’m on, struggled mightily with. How can he please God while at the same time have and act on his carnal desires? Far too often religion, not God, demands we not be human. Carnal desire is a healthy thing and has been known to have a wee bit to do with why babies are born (duh).

The instincts to be sexually “out there”, as it were, or  to smack someone in the mouth, makes you human, not bad. It is your relationship with your instincts that makes the difference. I recently learned of a young woman who was shot at twice, the second shot shattering the drivers’ side window just after she entered the vehicle. Not only did I want to choke the individual who shot at her, I wanted to put one man who told the girl’s mother that she was being too dramatic because she was upset for her daughter right through a wall. Does this mean I would actually inflict physical damage on this man were I to meet him? No. It does mean, however, that I would get in his face and verbally rip into him.

My point is this. We are all human beings and this truth is a glorious gift. While we are wise and healthy to respect our fellow human beings, we are wise and healthy to respect ourselves too. And you don’t have to deny the all of your humanity to achieve this. I don’t give a damn what they say.

Give yourself permission to be you, that’s what you’re here for and, if there is a God, I suspect that is exactly what God would want. After all, God would know a helluva lot more about the life paths we should be on than some putz on a mission to control others.