In a generation gone mad – where anything goes and usually does – a time so troubled with unfaithful leaders – when do we each become responsible for our part in making this world a better place.
A wonderful Message by George Carlin (after the death of his wife & following 911)
Who would of thought these ideas were hiding inside his crude exterior.
Everyone should read it at least once…
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more,
but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and
smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees
but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more
problems, more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too
little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our
possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and
hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to
life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but
have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer
space but not inner space.
We’ve done larger things, but not better things. We’ve cleaned up the air,
but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice.
We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less.
We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold
more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of
two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.
These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one
night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer,
to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the
stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time
when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going
to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to
you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your
Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you because that is the only
treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent. Remember,
to say, “I love you” to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all
mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep
inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday
that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak
and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
~ George Carlin
I caught up with Wilder Adkins in Birmingham Alabama, to talk about his song I heard on Sirius XM Coffee House – ‘When I’m Married’.
You know every once in a while something imprints on you in a way that feels so right. I think so much so this time, because Wilder delivers vows from the heart – that give your love a resting place – where without fear or doubt it knows it will always be safe and warm. No bells – no whistles – just a beautiful song of truth.
After all what is life really all about…
This is a very realistic, honest song, that says that love takes work, and yes we are going to hurt each other sometimes but we can grow through that and we can make it work for us.
When I’m Married
Oh When I am married
there will be no magic words
there will be no transformation
just a white-dressed girl
and we will tie ourselves together
with a spoken solemn vow
and we will fight for one another
till they lay us in the ground
cause I am yours and you are mine
I am yours and you are mine
and there’s a love that grows between us
like a gently creeping vine
I am bound to fail you lover
I am bound to let you down
oh but do not give up on me
how I long to make you proud
and in my heart there is an ocean
throwing waves upon the shore
and if you go from me my darling
they will not crash anymore
Oh and when I am older
and my eyes no longer shine
still I’ll long to see you lover
oh you are my columbine
I have seen the mighty river
and I’ve seen the moon and stars
and I know there is no other
that could penetrate my heart
how you penetrate my heart
Having her birthday today is our very own Alanis Morrissette and I felt moved to celebrate how far she has come in her own journey in life – from torn artist to feeling a place of peace within herself – and the very foundation she has laid down in the arms of love.
What once was a jagged little pill is now a full grown woman with light in her eyes.
Each of us is so unique—every temperament, every brain, every pace and style of learning. Combine just these few factors with our unique histories and varying degrees of having been loved, neglected, cherished or abused, and then mix in the developmental stages that were well-tended or horribly overlooked, and it’s a miracle that we don’t all kill each other in fits of ongoing reactivity.
On the whole, I am just so proud of us. I think it is a testament to our innate sense of connection that we can share the freeway lanes with each other, stand in movie lines together, and talk to each other over coffee without anarchy prevailing. It’s also a testament to the scientifically corroborated view that we need each other on biochemical and neurobiological levels. In other words, being dependent on each other may not warrant the shame and embarrassment that has been lopped on it for so long. Whether man or woman, we come by this tender yearning and essential need for connection honestly.
We have so many kinds of relationships and each of those allow moments of connection or moments of disconnection. Committed friendship, romantic partnership, marriage, being a parent, a sibling, colleagueship, relationships with our divorced parents, our aging parents—depending upon their level of commitment and intimacy, they are ALL hotbeds for the sharing of love and/or respect and appreciation, as well as hotbeds for profound healing.
If, when we’re growing up, we don’t have significant experiences of connection, even briefly with a grandmother or an aunt or a well-placed teacher or coach, then we don’t always have that point of reference to serve as a North Star for us—that memory (albeit often glimpse-esque) of what it is to be held, seen, nurtured, gotten, soothed—connected. Some of us begin the journey of our lives without the light and warmth of this cellular and soulful recollection of love, and it can make the creating of it in our adult relationships seem almost impossible.