Monday, October 15, 2012

Action 25: Forward

Welcome!
I have a friend who says, “I’m not voting!”
She says, “In 2008 I voted for CHANGE.  CHANGE didn’t happen.  I quit.  I am not voting.”

Once again, it takes me a few days to figure things out. 

In my opinion, there are two kinds of change.
The first, I’ll call Switch Change.  The other, I’ll call Vision Change.

Switch Change looks a bit like this:


The best indication of Switch Change is a sore neck from whip-lash.

Up-Down
Right-Left
Front-Back

In many ways our society loves Switch Change. 
It gives us quick results.  (Think crash diet.)
AND
It is highly entertaining.  (UpDownRightLeftFrontBack)

There is just one problem with Switch Change.  
It doesn’t work.
The fat comes back …. The whip-lash hurts.

Since Switch Change doesn't cut it, how about Vision Change.

Unlike, Switch Change, Vision Change can be boring and so very, very slow.
For people like me, who barely have an ounce of patience, Vision Change can drive me nuts.

And yet,
if I want change,
TRUE CHANGE,
it’s all about VISION.

Think of an ocean liner …. thousands of tons …. moving over the immense ocean.
Let’s say we are standing at the railing looking out.
Blue and blue and blue and blue and …..




The ocean liner adjusts its course by a few degrees.
We feel nothing.
A month later …. still nothing.
A year later  ….  barely an inch.
Four years later …. just a foot.

And yet, what started small, with time, becomes OH SO BIG.



Change by vision is gradual, and steady, and slow….
And oh so boring….

UNTIL…
we look back
and say,

WOW!

CHANGE HAPPENED!


Yours truly, Bena



Peep and the Parade by Bena
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Four more years of CHANGE … with vision!
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Monday, October 8, 2012

Action 24 ... regardless, THANK YOU!!


So glad you are here.

OK
The debate was a flop.

TOTALLY  ....

....   crawl under the covers, kind of terrible ….. 


And yet, I’d like to say:


Dear President Obama,
One flopped debate means nothing in comparison to

FOUR YEARS
of
courage
sincerity
perseverance
compassion
brilliance
grace
and
a vision worth fighting for!


Yours truly,  Bena

 P.S. Just  please do better in the next debate, for all those that STILL don’t get it!

Monday, October 1, 2012

Action 23: Avoid the OOOOPS!

WELCOME!
The presidential debates start on Wednesday.  I am excited!
This blog is dedicated to one of the topics (out of many) that I care about.

When you read this blog, you'll be confused at first.  
Don't worry.  
It will make sense in the end.

drip .... drip .... drip ...
The roof is leaking.
 BAND-AID #1 
Wait for ceiling to dry. 
Paint over.


  
DRIP…DRIP….DRIP…
The roof is leaking  HARDER.
BAND-AID #2
Scrape off loose paint. 
Paint over.

  

DRIP…DRIP….DRIP…
The roof is leaking   HARDER.
BAND-AID #3 
Ignore spongy ceiling. 
Paint over.

  


DRIP…DRIP….DRIP…
The roof is leaking    HARDER.
BAND-AID #4
 Ignore black mold. 
Paint over.




CRASH





Oooooops


The house fell down.


Who could have guessed?




Let’s try that again:



Oh no … oh no … oh no  …  our country is running out of gas.
 BAND-AID #1
Sign agreements with countries
that don’t like us.




OH NO … OH NO … OH NO  … OUR COUNTRY IS RUNNING OUT OF GAS.
 BAND-AID #2
Wage war on countries
that HATE us!


  

OH NO….OH NO….OH NO …
OUR COUNTRY IS RUNNING OUT OF GAS.
BAND-AID #3
Suggest a pipeline of the dirtiest crude oil
ALL THE WAY FROM CANADA TO TEXAS
 through 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8 American states.




OH NO….OH NO….OH NO…
OUR COUNTRY IS RUNNING
OUT OF GAS.
 BAND-AID #4
Suggest we lower gas prices to $2.00 per gallon



(Wait a second  …. now I’m really confused!)






CRASH



Oooooops

The country crashed.

Who could have guessed?


Pick the best candidate.
Let's work on avoid the ooooops!

Yours truly,  Bena


Peep and the Parade by Bena
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Forget  BAND-AIDS ……  makes sense!   
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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Action 22: Gotta love words!


So Glad You Are Here

When I need a new word, I make one up.

I am not alone.

How do you think the word ‘CENTIPEDE’ 
got started?

It became absolutely necessary!

Imagine a kid having to say, ‘Mom, there is a long, flattened, many-segmented predaceous arthropod, with modified poisonous  fangs  CRAWLING UP MY ARM!’

See what I mean?

Sometimes a new word becomes absolutely necessary!

May I propose a word that rhymes with democracy:   MONEYOCRAZY

Here is the definition of my brand new word:  MONEYOCRAZY
A government for the money and by the money, which caters to a few. 

By contrast, let me define DEMOCRACY in the following succinct manner:
A government for the people and by the people, which serves all.

Now, I will remember life before my shiny new word,  MONEYOCRAZY.
I may want to ask Senator Troy the following question:
‘Senator Troy, We have lost our democracy to the pernicious destruction of principles manifested in our constitution due to the infiltration of monetary superiority, which influences great manipulation of the legislative processes to perpetuate the pernicious greed of a few.  And what do you plan to do about this?’

Got lost?   Right!  Well, Senator Troy got lost too and switched the topic
to his loyal friends in Idaho. 

Now, let us imagine life after my sparkly new word, MONEYOCRAZY.
We simply ask Senator Troy the following question:
'Senator Troy, We have lost our democracy to moneocrazy.  
What do you plan to do about this?’

In case, Senator Troy did not catch the question, and begins to talk about his loyal friends
in Idaho, you just ask that same simple question again,
‘Senator Troy, we have lost our democracy to moneocrazy.  
What do you plan to do about this?’

...  and again,
‘Senator Troy, we have lost our democracy to moneocrazy.  
What do you plan to do about this?’

Keep it simple.  

Repetition is good.

Yours truly,  Bena


Peep and the Parade by Bena
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Celebrate words .... they matter! 
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Action 21: What a Sandbox!

So Glad You Are Here!

Sometimes I can barely catch my breath.
Stuff just keeps HAPPENING!

First, the shooting in Aurora, Colorado.
Then, the massive fires in the West and hurricane Isaac in the South.
Now, that U-tube posting by a self-appointed nut-case, that sets off massive violence
in 20 countries around the world.

Sometimes I just want to call it quits.
Done.
Finished.
Under the covers,
where it’s safe,
and comfortable,
and PREDICTABLE!
‘Cause, I’ll be honest …. this is NOT …. I repeat, NOT …. what I signed up for!

What I want is a sandbox where the sand is soft and the weather ideal, 
where my friends are perfect and I am amazing,
where strangers have some sense, 
and birds sing in perfect harmony, 
so that I can plan and execute my life with perfect precision.

Instead, I get a sandbox where the sand is questionable, 
the rain is far too wet and the sun way too hot, 
where I am just mediocre and my friends … well, you decide for yourself …. 
where strangers can be downright nuts 
and birds that fly overhead sometimes poop …
… yes, right THEN! 

I guess I have two options:
EITHER I can get lost dreaming of that perfect imaginary sandcastle
with perfect angles,
amazing arches and
stunning details.
OR I can live.

I'll go with 'live.'

I'll pick up that shuffle,
and bucket,
and hose
and rake
day
after day
after brand new day.

Let the rain fall.
Let the sun shine.
Let my friends be.
Let strangers act.
Let the birds poop.

I have decided, what’s important is not that perfect, imaginary sandcastle,
but whether I sit down in the middle of that sandbox
and try again.

Yours truly,  Bena


Peep and the Parade by Bena
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.... ’Cause  trying  counts! 
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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Action 20: Imagine!


So Glad You Are Here!

Imagine blue.









Imagine HOPE is different shades of blue.











Imagine HOPE comes together ....










IMAGINE a TOWN full of HOPE ….










IMAGINE your STATE full of  MORE HOPE ….










IMAGINE our COUNTRY full even GREATER HOPE ….






Most everything we treasure begins with ....

 ..... IMAGINE

..... and HOPE

..... and YOU.

Let's make it happen.

Obama 2012!

Yours truly,  Bena

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Action 19: Peep UP

Welcome!
Over the last year I decided to ignore (more often)
that irritating voice in the back of my head that insists,

…. don’t look stupid
…. don’t be annoying
…. don’t do this, ‘cause it’s not nice
…. and they won’t like you!


I have become a pain in the butt, and learned it’s actually a lot of fun.

I call them my Peep UP! moments.

Here is an example:

Last week, I walked into our supermarket.  

With me, I had fifty cazillion empty cans to stuff individually into those crunch machines.  
crunch …crunch …crunch

Twenty-three cans were spat right back out at me. 
The crunch machine informed me that ‘the store does not accept these items.’  

FOR MY CUSTOMER CONVENIENCE,
there were FOUR HUGE TRASH CANS
 right next to the crunch machines, 
DESTINED FOR THE LANDFILL.

So, I did what I ALWAYS do.

I did what EVERYONE does.

I stuffed my 23 empty cans into the FOUR HUGE TRASH CANS along with the hundreds of other rejects.
  
I stared at this sticky mess for a moment.
Then I changed my mind.

I pulled my 23 cans back out of the trash.  (Yes!  Disgusting to the MAX.)
Then I went in search of the manager.

I smiled,
introduced myself, 
and said to the manager, “I have GREAT new idea ....

How about a RECYCLING BIN 
next to those FOUR HUGE trash cans?”

I continued to smile.
Obviously, I am brilliant!

He told me, "This would increase store overhead.”

I said, “That’s OK.”

He said, "The store would pass the cost down to me."

I said, “That’s OK.”

He said, “Until legislation is passed and made into law,
THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN!”

I was still smiling …..  really … although it was getting a little harder.

I said, “I guess I will need to walk ALL around your store with my cart full of dirty, sticky cans, while I shop for my groceries, in order to deposit my dirty, sticky cans in my recycling bin at home.”

I wished him a good day …. smiled some more …. and pushed my cart to grab a few groceries.

The end.


You may ask, what’s the point?

The point is,

When I am a pain in the butt, nothing changes.
When we are ALL a pain in the butt, EVERYTHING changes.

The possibilities are endless!

Yours truly,  Bena

Peep and the Parade by Bena
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  Peep UP!  …… smiling is optional. 
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