Wow

I was in Taqueria La Familia today,
having an excellent pescado burrito,
and listening to the cumbia that was
coming over the radio, when…

Kristi Noem’s DHS spot totally killed the vibe.

I can’t believe they are selling ads like that in California,
but I guess these big media companies don’t care.

She literally says
“YOU ARE NEXT” and
“YOU SHOULD LEAVE THE COUNTRY NOW.”

I have left the country,
(in my heart)
I’m not at home in any place where
words like that
come across the radio.

Radio has been a kind of church to me.

It’s hitting me hard, what’s happening.
I’m here,
and I’m crying a lot,
and you’ll mostly find me
in person.

#nolongeramerican #myheartismyonlycountry

Portrait of a Scientist (early 20th century)

He was probably a university student, or a post-doc, or maybe already a professor.

He was probably married and probably had a new child at home,

(and might have even had an idea of what university he hoped his child would attend).

He was probably an only child, or if he had siblings, was probably somehow isolated from his siblings–

(maybe because of the way he thought, or acted, or experienced the world)–

(he was just a child in his environment)–

they might have called him awkward, or deviant, or different, and maybe even criticized him harshly, and might have neglected to look at certain parts of him with loving eyes.

He was probably criticized harshly by a well-intentioned but misguided teacher or parent,

(whom he probably loved),

for tap-tap-tapping his pen when he was deep in thought during exams.

He was probably criticized harshly for daydreaming by another teacher or parent,

(whom he probably loved).

He was probably feeling the anxiety of his wife–

(as the wife of a university student, or post-doc, or professor, with a new child at home, is probably going to feel a lot of anxiety, truth be told),

(which he probably hated, knowing his role in that anxiety)

–anxiety about the ways her husband’s schedule isolated him from the family, and anxiety about the ways his eyes didn’t meet her eyes lovingly, and seemed so unemotional,

(and about the ways she didn’t understand how she could be a loving mother and still lack so much understanding of her child, and feel so much anxiety),

(which, as we know, is just the nature of motherhood)–

and she probably felt bad about it–

(and the child was just a child in their environment).

His wife might have been very religious, or at least she might have felt a lot of conviction,

(there’s often a conflict between conviction, religious or otherwise, and scientific inquiry),

which added to her anxiety, and his,

(and added anxiety to their child’s environment).

In feeling this anxiety deeply, she might have criticized her husband harshly,

(as she probably felt criticized by his very existence, though she probably wanted to express herself lovingly in the spiritual language she was given, if he would only meet her eyes lovingly, and make the space for the spiritual language of love she was given),

and in receiving this anxiety deeply, he probably defended science,

(not knowing how to hold both sides),

and criticized her harshly.

He probably wanted to say something to soothe his wife, but the words would never come at the right time,

(or awkward words might have come out, that seemed to make things worse, despite intentions),

and he felt bad about it.

Enthusiastic about the new language of science, he was probably mistrustful of religious language,

(and not trusting strong emotions, due to being harshly criticized for having strong emotions as a child, mistrustful of emotional language as well),

further divorcing him from the world of his wife, and his ability to meet her eyes,

(lovingly, with his eyes, and come up with satisfying language to express his love),

and all of the wise language of the past, in every language,

(divorcing him from the past).

The language of science, he probably believed, was the wisdom language of the future, and this belief probably caused a certain dynamic to happen:

Being divorced from his connection to the wisdom languages of the past, he probably felt compelled to create the wisdom language of the future.

So, in the course of his study,

(which was probably the study of sensory, cognitive, and behavioral differences in children),

when viewing a child brought in for viewing by a concerned parent,

(who was just a child being a child, in a clinical environment, at a moment in time),

with all the traits that in himself had been criticized harshly, or that he had anxiety about, or simply didn’t understand the nature of, relative to time and relationship–

delayed speech, social awkwardness, heightened sensory response or sensory processing difference, gender- or sexual-nonconformity, extreme behaviors, repetitive motor expression, deep knowledge of a special interest, tendency toward routine, differences in eye-expression or affect, cognitive disengagement, hyperfocus, slow emotional processing, nonsensical or novel language processing, cognitive dissonance

–and blind to himself,

(because objectivity, by nature, is blindness to the self),

and isolated from the ways that the wisdom of the ages might have made sense of a person with these traits, he created new language to represent the combination of traits he was viewing, as expressed through this particular child, at a certain moment in time,

(being that his thesis was due, and he had to come up with something novel):

Autism, possibly with attentional disengagement, with comorbidities of gender dysphoria and possible homosexuality. Investigate possible narcissism, or emotional immaturity, and possibly unbalanced sensory processing. Probably undeveloped moral sensibility, possibly brought on by the parents’ insecurity.

Let’s stop, and reflect,

(and in reflecting, possibly reframe):

In looking only forward, with hyperfocused eyes, and in trying to be objective, he missed the part about himself.

He was nothing, if not a well-intentioned parent,

(and the child was still just a child).

And, like all well-intentioned parents, sometimes we get things so backwards.

But in recognizing the point of view of the scientist,

in context, we can

(hopefully)

forgive all of his projections, and his well-intentioned but misguided ideas about children, and childhood, healthy and unhealthy traits and what it means to be a healthy child in a loving environment,

(and all of his anxiety about relationships, and reliance on routine, and emotional stuckness, and failures to articulate, and failures of eyes to meet the world lovingly, in trying trying trying to understand); and

(certainly)

it’s easy to forgive the scientist’s wife, with all she was dealing with, in relative isolation; and

(hopefully)

we might even forgive the scientist’s parents and teachers, whose harsh, well-intentioned criticisms so affected the scientist and his point of view; and

(hopefully)

we might even forgive the harsh, well-intentioned convictions of his wife’s religious parents and teachers,

(which resulted in so much anxiety and conflict and cognitive dissonance).

And in recognizing ourselves in our own mistakes, we always have the opportunity

(hopefully)

to forgive ourselves:

to pause, to reflect, to reassess, to connect with all of the wisdom that the ages have to offer,

(including the language of science),

and to step backwards, with loving eyes,

(even when it’s awkward),

into a new understanding.

How could the scientist’s diagnosis

(based on what we now know to be a moment in time within a historical and emotional context in a clinical environment)

be reframed, in light of this new understanding, that includes forgiveness, and time to develop, and an environment to move around in freely?

Child shows emerging language with delayed but steady progress. Social style is unique, with moments of awkwardness typical of age. Strong sensory awareness observed, with vivid responses to environment. Repetitive motor play and preference for routines indicate self-soothing and learning strategies. Shifts between disengagement and deep hyperfocus reflect flexible attention patterns. Emotional processing is ongoing, with gradual maturation expected.

Is this reframing any less accurate or concise? Does it come with less anxiety? Are we noticing something intimate? Something that moves toward ease?

Are we noticing a possibility

(or even a probability)

of how the future might actually work, for all of us?

We’re all right here, in this very environment,

(and still, all children are just our children)

and opportunity is all around us,

(and within us).

tldr; never summarize the plot of a story into a moral–that’s the work of life: in resolving life’s complexity, within ourselves, we find our unique way of being in the world around us,

(and within us).

❣️

all the little things you do are done for love.

don’t doubt it. shout about it.

shout about the things you do for love.

(it’s about the little things)

little things are moved toward love.

(If you are moved, move the little things toward love)

love this, sweetie

lovethislovethislovethislovethislove

💙

i don’t know
if it’s funny
or sad

that people can read
a poem from a hundred
years ago

and laugh
but when their friend
writes a poem

they worry about
their mental health

(whose mental health
are they worried about?)

even people who
love the blues,
which is often

funny and sad:
that’s the blues
in a nutshell.

who doesn’t feel
funny and sad?
and who doesn’t love

the blues?
that’s what love is

all about. (maybe they
don’t know what love is)

i, advocate

If you’ve been following my neurodiversity journey–as I articulate the experience of a person with autism, ADHD, aphantasia, and proprioception hyposensitivity from the inside, along with the other ways i share myself–and you’ve found that the insights I’ve shared connect with your experience, or contextualize something you suspected, realize that sharing these insights is one of the ways I care for my community.

And realize that, as a person with no degrees or qualifications as an advocate other than my lived experience and my inborn gifts, what I share makes no sense in the context of capitalism.

If you find that a person like me is a valuable part of the community, and worthy of support, realize that, within the context of 21st century American capitalism, there’s not much support for people like me, or for the people I advocate for, who often don’t have the gift for articulation that I share with my community.

I could institutionalize myself: pursue an advanced degree that legitimizes my advocacy in the context of capitalism, and in doing so, would need to unplug myself from the community that I move through, and in doing so, become another victim of capitalism – saddled with huge debt, and most likely unable to find an official advocacy position that would pay off that debt in my lifetime.

I choose, instead, to move through my community in the ways I’ve been moving, because my community moves me to do so, and that’s how I show up. That’s how I care.

If you find this valuable, I’m asking to be allowed to continue advocating for your sensory and cognitive gifts, to continue recontextualizing valuable predispositions that have been pathologized. I’m asking to be adopted. I’m asking for your care. I’m asking for your support.

In asking for your support, I’m not asking to be the CEO of Spotify, or Starbucks, or Paramount+, or Ridwell, or any of the other services that folks find valuable and subscribe to. I’m asking for just enough care to be allowed to live and continue to do the work that I do. If you subscribe to even a little bit of the philosophy I share, consider subscribing to me, so I can continue caring for my community in the ways that I do.

Thanks for all you do, and thank you for being you.

the care economy

The care economy is an emerging model for supporting people, things, and processes we’d like to see more of in the world. It is about recognizing the things in our experience that bring us joy, that give us a [wow] or a [yes], and responding to these moments in a supportive way. It’s actually just, well, practicing care, and that’s not new at all. But the language of commerce is transactional, rather than responsive.

I recognize that I love the work that I do with people so much that I would offer it for free if I was supported–if all of my needs were met. But traditional models don’t allow for that type of responsiveness. I would like to try to move toward a more responsive system, built on trust. Why not?

People who know me can decide if they trust the work I do, and they can choose to support me so that I can do that work, or not. In doing so, they are allowing me to be more myself, and guiding me toward their own needs. I’m the product, in a sense, but since our relationship is based on trust, I’m allowed to do the work I believe, adjusting to the needs that arise, as they align with those who trust me.

This simple shift makes the difference between the transactional and the responsive. But it’s kind of vulnerable and scary. I have to trust those that are responding. Will I be supported? Will enough people believe in the work? If I am being truly responsive to their needs, then perhaps. I think it’s worth a try.

I see a difference between commitment and obligation. Commitment is a responsive engagement, where we meet the needs of the moment as it arises. Obligation can keep us stuck supporting processes that actually hinder our ability to respond to the moment.

So, I see a possibility emerging to do things in a more responsive way, and in seeing how obligation often thwarts connection, I would like to avoid transactions that create a sense of obligation, and nurture ones that give one a sense of [wow] or [yes].

So, think about our interactions in the spaces we share. If our conversations seem to be taking us in good directions, let’s continue the conversation. If helping to support me gives you a sense of [wow] or [yes], then you are participating in the care economy. Thank you for recognizing your own power to support, and if our goals align, thank you for your support.

This machine kills fascists

Woody Guthrie was a DJ. He used the power of the social media of his time to spread the message of anti-fascism and pro-democracy. Pete Seeger had a television show. He used the power of social media to highlight outspoken advocates for social justice in song. Nina Simone used her platform to expose the abuses of power and hypocrisy in our society and our government. Paul Robeson traveled the world and spoke out at his concerts, championing anti-fascist causes in the US and abroad. Teresa Teng encoded revolutionary messages into her pop songs. Victor Jara lost his life for using his artistry to inspire people to defend democracy and resist authoritarianism.

All of these people were blacklisted, repressed, investigated, and trivialized by the systems of power they spoke and sang against. And many regular people went along with the program, belittling them as corny, or fringe, or eccentric, or out of touch with reality. Many people who look back on these figures as heroes might have ignored or laughed at them in their heyday.

Sometimes revolution is ignored in its time, only to be looked back upon with wistful reverence.

To heck with that.

Anyone who is called to inspire their people to coordinated action for the common good knows that the work is not sexy, and will not result in accolades or personal gain. Often, it seems like the people who are most responsible for igniting our spark are the least willing to engage in our efforts. Nevertheless, our passion and our recognition of the moment compels us to continue to reach out, connect, educate, and build alliances through whatever networks we have available to us. It’s a face-to-face, word-of-mouth, phone-call-in-the-middle-of-the-night kind of thing.

Whose side are you on? Will you hear the call?

Music Class In Uncertain Times

This is a post that I sent to my ukulele students.

Many people consider taking a music class at some point in their lives. Studying an instrument or using your voice in new ways can be a little bit challenging, and I think people think about doing these activities when things are peaceful, and they are feeling expansive, like they have some “wiggle room” in their schedule. That makes sense.

That being said, my own music practice has grown out of my tendency to focus on music at times in my life that were difficult. For me, playing music and singing is a powerful emotional regulation tool–when life is feeling chaotic or overwhelming, musical activity helps me focus on parts of myself that I can control and nurture.

I may have spent the whole day at work having to bite my tongue or not express my difficult feelings about my working atmosphere, but then I can come home and channel all of those feelings into a musical activity that helps to lower my heart rate, regulate my breathing, and stimulate my creative mind. I can learn to play a song that I then share with my friends or family, which creates a sense of shared experience, which also helps to relieve my stress and help me feel connected to my community.

So, even though taking on the challenge of learning an instrument might seem like an extra thing to have to manage in a busy schedule, that time that we spend making music can provide a welcome balance to our regular working life.

Why we make music

I recently worked up an arrangement of Sunny by Bobby Hebb for my uke students. I always like to do a bit of research about the songs I share with students, being that we are in a time of cultural reflection and shift. Some songs that I am initially enthusiastic about I end up shelving because of the history of the song or because of something about it that just doesn’t sit right. And sometimes, I find out some surprising information about a song that makes me want to share it even more. This was the case with Sunny.

Here’s an article about the events and feelings that led up to Bobby Hebb writing this iconic song. It’s about living through tragedy and making something uplifting out of the experience. It worked for me.

“It was dark when I started working on the song, and the sun was rising, and it was a different color, the sky was like purple. At that moment I didn’t realize how special [the song] would become. I thought that it was good, and it would help, but I did not know how much … the president had been assassinated and the very next day my brother got killed. Everybody was feeling rather negative at that time, and I think we all needed a lift.”