And Now for Something Completely Different…sort of



I am a little tongue-in-cheek about lifting the title of this post from the infamous Monty Python television show…but it is so appropriate.

This blog has never been a haven for political discourse or opinion, and I don’t intend to change that…I simply have some observations to share. We (here in the US) are in the throes of a national election campaign season. I used the word throes, because definitively, it means, “the effects of severe physical pain”. Yep, it is that time again.

I qualify the context of this post by pointing out things that I am convinced drive the tenor of political campaigns. Grace and dignity have been abandoned and muck-raking has become the norm. I fear that we have become a society driven by the sensationalism of “Reality TV”, instant gratification and a chemically altered water supply. I am kidding…sort of. We are told by broadcast networks that we crave reality television, and they expand the dribble we have to watch, but I think (and hope) that it is a matter of reality TV being cheap to produce, highly profitable for the networks, and so if we watch, it is because we have fewer choices. I honestly hope that there is not an undecided voting population that is holding out to see who “Snooki” endorses as a candidate.

If we listen to the radio, or watch the news, we cannot avoid the political assault that permeates the air-ways on all sides. This candidate doesn’t pay taxes, that candidate is an illegal alien (no planet of origin specified), and on and on. In the end and historically for decades, we elect the person who sucks least…regardless of qualifications. We have either forgotten how to, or maybe never knew how to promote and elect the REAL best person for the job. I cite President Carter as a good example. He is a man I admire greatly and is a proven humanitarian who by the way was awarded a Nobel Prize. An intelligent, compassionate, genuinely good person who as a scientist was elected in a state of economic crisis…not a good match. President Bush Jr. was elected to office (a lawyer) who was handed the attacks on 911, and hurricane Katrina, among other things. Regardless of your feelings about how he handled it all, the fact is he is a single human being, did not control all of the actions taken, and at those points, NONE of us had experienced anything like those events before, so how can we blame one person if it didn’t work out the way we wanted?

The truth of the matter is that I want everyone to sit down in a dark room, in a comfortable chair, close their eyes, breath deep and grow a conscience. Politics has been a dangerous snowball rolling downhill and growing for decades. In my opinion the last significant piece of legislature passed in 5 decades, was the Civil Rights Act under Presidents Kennedy and Johnson in 1964. Since then, anything good was accidental, opportunistic, and fodder for congressional job security.

A few years ago I was very fortunate in meeting and becoming friends with a prestigious economist who is a Nobel awardee and a professor at a mid-western Ivy League university. As part of the reason for his award, he accurately defined and predicted economic trends including today’s current downturn, and offered preventive solutions for the future. He appeared in front of a congressional committee and his words fell on deaf ears, and his ideas were ignored and dismissed. I spoke with him a little while ago and begged him to run for political office. He laughed out loud and said, “Why would I do that? Give up my career in a place I love, have my life flayed open for close examination and ridicule, so that I can fight for four years to get 452 morons in Congress to make the right decisions and help this country? No thank you. I have alimony payments to three ex-wives, and that alone would be my downfall. No, I don’t need the pay increase that badly.” He laughed, I laughed, and I dropped the subject.

So to that end what I am suggesting is that for many decades, we have elected people willing to take a pay cut; who had ambition without vision, and we only have ourselves to blame. For years regardless of who is elected to the presidency, our focus has been what we complain about and don’t like, and not real people with real solutions to heal our pain…and the cycle resets.

Every President since…ever has been elected by a minority of the eligible population. In 2008, 58.9% of eligible voters registered, and only 63% of those actually voted!

So here is my final point. The 41% of eligible voters who didn’t register, and the 37% who registered and didn’t vote in the last election…REGISTER, VOTE, or simply shut up and expect nothing in return, as that is all the effort you put into our political/economic state as it exists today. For those who registered, voted and are angry today…LIGHTEN UP! Until we as a society move away from the notions of elections being a solution of the lesser of two evils, or a popularity contest, history will repeat itself over and over and to date, every great empire in history has fallen to extinction. Don’t be so foolish as to imagine it can’t happen today.

I have faith in human kind (naively perhaps) and ask you to go to a dark room, in a comfortable chair, clear your mind and really think about what can help everyone…not just you. To use a sports analogy (I am not a sports person) if a coach keeps putting third string players on the field, he cannot reasonably expect victory. Let’s stop electing the third string and recruit and encourage the real minds that can design and make positive change. We face another very important election in very trying times, and the third string is on the field…on both teams! No one human can solve all of our angst and no one human deserves all of the credit or blame for results. In the case of this election year we also have 452 barnacles in Congress to think about and none of them are above shame.

Food for thought.

I’m just saying.

The Yin side of Life




“There is no Them. There are only facets of Us.” 

John Green

The day I began taking pictures that reflect life on the other side was the day I realized what ‘Ying and Yang’ meant to me.  As you know I have been posting images with quotes or my reflections in the hopes of nourishing and inspiring not only myself but many of you as well. I have traveled and shared images of life, beauty and richness. I have shared what I call the ‘yang’ of life. A life that many of us including myself are living, tasting and enjoying freely.

I came to a point where I started experiencing a void or vacuum. I began seeking something, something that would not only fill but also calm this void. How ironic it is, I find myself surrounded by both the ‘Yin and Yang’ of everyday living. On one side there is this tapestry of richness and on the other side the threads of poverty.
Weird as it may seem but both go hand in hand. Like night and day, the sun and the moon, cold and hot and so on.

The essence of yoga or life is right here. The answer to me is crystal clear. There is no escaping or running from this. Apparent as black and white to me that to share images from what I call the ‘Yin Side’ or the other side of life is what I want to do. Just like us their lives reflect passion, hope and desires. They too express the same kind of feelings that we encounter. They are living breathing beings living in poverty due to circumstances that it is beyond my comprehension.

Life is not fair and never will be, I got that! Our destinies or paths have been carved out and to some extent within our hands.  I am blessed, I am grateful for what I have and where I am. The difficult times I go through are nothing compared to what living on the ‘Yin side of life’ is. I can only imagine their hardships and raw living.

Their eyes of hope, hungry bellies and bare feet journeys are constant reminders of how gracious and fulfilling a life I have been gifted. I consciously share their images because they are real and true. Nothing about them screams ugly or dirty on the contrary it shouts struggle, humanness, smiles, dignity, help, love and so much more.

A coin has two side, it has value despite the sides… life too has two sides. One cannot exist without the other. Both add value to our society. Living side by side.
Savira Gupta


I hope you will stop by and visit my simple images ( growing for sure)  ‘Yin Side of Life’ on my Facebook page





The Bucket List


An odd term that has become popular in recent years, and definitively requires that we list all of the things we want to witness in our lifetimes.

How do we think about it all? The exotic trip, winning the lottery, the perfect job, skydiving? I don’t know. There are as many lists as there are people, and many more goals than that.

I have to admit that the bucket list I started 40 years ago is very different that the one I have today. I crossed a lot of things off the original list, but at the same time I didn’t limit myself to that list. I crossed off accomplishments, erased items that I had lost interest in, and added items that have become far more important to me through lessons learned along the way.

Which brings me to the point of this post. Is the legacy you want to pass on, on your bucket list? What is the legacy that you want to pass? Is it intolerance and a fixed mindset to enable you to pass prejudice to the next generation? Is it puritan views impossible to live up to that create anger and insecurity? In the majority of cases I doubt that any of the former are true…but what is your legacy? Is your legacy part of your bucket list? I understand that the “bucket list” contains items to accomplish while you are alive, but don’t we create what is left behind from our living actions?

Oh…I don’t want to get all preachy here…I just want you to think about your bucket list…and your legacy. Mine…well I can scratch making people think about themselves and what they will leave behind off my bucket list…and make it part of my legacy.

There is a huge difference between teaching someone to be kind and have faith...than teaching them to distrust what they don't understand.

I promise to work hard to leave something good behind. Be well.

I’m just saying

The Healing Blanket

This is a repost of the first serious post I made on this blog. It is timely and relevant as I have become my own caregiver, and features the beautiful writing of a wonderful author named Joslyne Decker. There are pretty poignant metaphors at work here. Be well - Ron


I have frequent bouts of insomnia. Most of the posts on this blog are the result of that. As hard as I try sometimes I simply can’t get to sleep. I try to be productive with the awake time, but eventually the realization that no sleep = death gets the better of me. The only thing that has worked for me to let go and get rest over the past few years is to lay down on the futon in the den, pull the healing blanket over me and fall fast asleep.

Oh yes, the healing blanket has wonderful and strange powers that help.

Mariann came home after major surgery and was recovering to prepare for chemo therapy treatments. She was weak, tired and despondent. One day we got a package in the mail. It was for Mariann. She opened it and there was a card and a fleece blanket. The card said that the blanket was a “healing” blanket, and good vibes were being sent with it to help with Mariann’s recovery.

The blanket was from Joslyne Decker. It is fleece and made up of large earth tone squares; brown, orange, oxblood, and tan. Mariann sat up, wrapped herself in the blanket, smiled and admired the card.

Chemo therapy was every Tuesday morning and lasted for 3-4 hours. The treatment room always seemed to be cold. We would pack up the blanket and head off to therapy. On the way back, knowing that Mariann would not be able to hold food down for 2 days, we would stop at Burger King and get the highest calorie burger fries and shake available so that Mariann could stock up and retain her weight and strength. While Mariann chowed on the burger, I would put the blanket in the dryer to warm it up. When she was done eating Mariann would lie down and I would wrap her in the warm healing blanket. She would curl up, smile and say “Thank you. I love you. Will you marry me?” I would kiss her forehead and reply “Again? Sure, pick a date.” It was a routine.

The blanket was a fixture. It went to the hospital, to chemo therapy sessions, and went to work with Mariann when he was strong enough to see her patients. No matter what was going on, the blanket was a fixture and the release we all looked to.

Having done laundry for a brilliant Psychologist for nearly 2 decades, I understand the meaning of the blanket…but it worked!

Joslyne, the benefactor of the blanket later wrote a series of short stories in a published book “Plumb Lines”, and chronicled in fictional prose the story of the healing blanket. Joslyne is a brilliant writer, and the following story is a raw testament to both her ability and the story.



RIP OFF
Joslyne Decker


This story will get you through the night. Or it won't. It's a story how I once gave this woman a quilt for a present. It was made of fleece—all the patches were earthy tones: cranberry, coffee, moss, burnt sienna. The thread was thick and brightly colored. The quilt was big—it could cover the woman, wrap her up. And she used it every day—even in summer.

I told her the quilt would heal her, make her well. I thought it would. Really. The fleece squares became fuzzy with use and grief. The threads loosened and would snag on the bedside table, the metal legs of the bed. There was a ragged hole in one corner where the dog had chewed on it. But she still used it. Until she couldn't anymore because she died. The quilt was not the kind of thing she could take with her.

But here's the good part of the story—I took the quilt back. Returned it. Without a receipt. I said, "I want my money back—the quilt didn't work." The woman behind the counter blinked at me, smacked her gum, and raised her eyebrows.

"It didn't work," I said again. "This was supposed to fix her ... it was an investment."

The woman used the nail of her pinky finger to swipe at a smear of her slutty lipstick in the corner of her mouth. "What happened?" "She died." I stared straight at her.

The woman sighed. She pulled three crisp twenty dollar bills from the register. "What a rip off." We shake our heads, in some sort of agreement.

The truth of the matter is that Joslyne did not return the blanket. I use it often to cover myself and fall asleep as it means so much to me, and it truly has powers that cannot [or will not] be explained.


At the end of this story, the fact remains that Joslyne is an incredible person and a brilliant writer.


I'm just saying...

My summer thoughts



Parisian summer has begun to unfold her veil creating a subtle haze over her magnificence beauty. What felt hot is now a gentle glow against my skin. Leaves begin to wither along the deserted August streets. Drizzle of rain kisses the dry hot pavements. The hustle and bustle of cafes, restaurants and streets are now just subtle whispers of silence.

Paris void of her inhabitants is now an empty soul of monuments and grand structures. Waiting patiently for the autumn clouds to cast their shadows upon them. Bringing a closure, a reminder that reality is about to set in.

Like Paris my summer too is coming to a closure.  As I reflect through those months of traveling I have to say that it has been exciting but not without its ups and down emotionally. Words, thoughts and actions that are positive or negative are easy to say, write, do or even talk about, but are hardest to put them into practice without tripping over them knowingly or unknowingly over and over again.

The merry go round of falling and picking oneself up does not come without heartaches, joy, disappointments, success or even a sense of emptiness or just being. I for one have fallen many times oblivious to what its after effect may have on me but then that to me is ‘Being in the Moment’. I have also picked my scattered self up many times and seen tremendous growth within, that too is ‘Being in the Moment’

Summer is a time where I tend to let go of my main direction or focus. Following the rays of light that brighten my way. Experiencing adventures that would remain forever hidden within me. Letting go of what is logical and safe. Being free of deadlines and time constraints. Having said this, along with this short freedom comes consequences, failure growth and understanding.  I am still learning and accepting (sometimes grudgingly) my one step forward and 3 steps backwards phase!

As the season changes, old and new visitors will return to Paris, some will discover her with new eyes and some will re discover her with experienced eyes and no matter what, each one will walk away with something of value. I equate myself to this change of season as well. I have gotten to know myself better but most importantly I have realized that the journey of getting to know oneself requires humor (a lot of it), being strong in one’s belief (as it can be a lonely path to embark on) and to remain close or present to one’s reality (instead of wondering off into dream land). Keeping these points in mind I move forward secretly hoping that I wont slip and fall but if I do then I laugh and walk on.........
Savira Gupta

Thank You Ron for allowing me to pen my thoughts here.