Money has a Price

Here’s your very own

platinum card – 

the keys to the kingdom. 

We won’t say it aloud

as we’re a family quite proud

but it’s time for you

to play along

to dance around

and sing a sweet song

to smile and wave

at the events uptown. 

Don’t talk to the maids anymore

and if you cry – shut the door

and when you come out

be ready to talk about

traveling to other countries

or to just listen I should say

about the newest trip planned today.

You’ll hear the same stories

every single time

of traveling bags and empty minds

while listening to jazz

and drinking imported red wine. 

Act interested in those

at “The Club” 

laugh with those in the hot tub. 

They say this is the life

but it surely has a price. 

Unfortunately for them

as much as they would try to entice

I could never be bought

as for me freedom has no price.

A Poem: How Did I Get Here?

How did I get here?

she questions inside

how did I get here

how can I hide?

 

She found her place

in a lonely space

full of masks and clowns

while living downtown. 

 

Reality was a blur

everything was grey

never had she planned 

for such a day. 

 

The greys turned to black

laughs turned to cries

she often thought

of ways to die. 

 

She was all alone

and out of touch

thinking of it 

all too much. 

 

How did I get here? 

She questions inside

How did I get here?

How can I hide?

 

She was almost depleted

nearly extinct 

as she forced herself

she was on the brink. 

 

It wasn’t her

it never was

but she was there

just because.

Consumption and Bliss?

Joseph Campbell says that we should “Follow Your Bliss”. He is right. Finding what makes us happy and going for it sounds like a pretty simple idea, right? If it is so simple, why are so many of us just trying to be like one another? Why are so many of us unhappy, overweight, stressed out, overworked and in debt? Why is it so hard to do what makes us happy?

We are so consumed with the idea that we need to be the best at everything we do. We consume everything in major quantities. Spending money, mostly that we don’t even have, unnecessarily in order to make us happy, which never really happens and further fuels the cycle of wanton consumption. We are so obsessed with keeping up with the Jones’s that we lose focus and sight of our own personal wants and needs. We are a media ruled society and believe most of what we see… but that isn’t the reality, not for everyone.

We want to earn the most amount of money in the shortest amount of time. We want everything right now and do not know what it means to work, to really work for something any more. We are so lost that, of course, we cannot say that we generally follow our bliss. When we never take the time to look inside of ourselves, to find out what really makes us tick, how can we ever truly know what does make us tick?

Finding Your Passion

Passion is what drives us to do things well, really well. We do our best when we are totally engaged in what we are doing. We always want to do our best, so if that is the truth, then we should always do what we are passionate about. It is interesting that most of my thoughts along this line always head back to “Follow your Bliss” by Joseph Campbell, a great American mystic. This is one of those times.

I saw two great examples of people in action using thier passion to drive them to outdo themselves. The first one was a Badmitton player who was practicing for the big tournament that is being held tonight at the Paulistano Club. He was in the zone. I was walking by and had to stop and watch him. He was so intense, focused and really giving his all to his game. He was totally dressed for the part. He was the oldest of the competitors there, probably in his 50s or so, with a headband, sport goggles, even some kind of patch to help him see better (?) over one eye, a knee brace and new tennis shoes. He was running, sweating and hitting back the birdie every time it came to his court… his passion was unmistakable. I hope he wins tonight, we shall see.

The other was a guest trambone player with Tito Martino Jazz Band, a band that I have been watching every Tuesday Afternoon at the Livaria Cultura on Avenida Paulista since the beginning of the year. He is a tall fellow, I have seen him play a couple of times with them and now that he is a bit more comfortable he just goes for it. He blows that thing with mighty force. He sings the songs right along with Tito, he even does a little dance along with it. He is alive! His enthusiasm and passion draws a great applause each time, creating this great flow of energy which fuels all of us even more. His passion for music and being on stage is unmistakable and you can tell how much he loves it.

Finding and following your passion is everything. First you must figure that out and then the rest can work itself out. Your passion is not going to be the same as everyone else’s, that is why it is our own passion that we must find.

Yes, I can vote from abroad…

I have had many people say that they didn’t know that one could vote from abroad… and to be honest, neither did I until I moved here and decided to find out. There is even a Democrats Abroad group here in São Paulo that I have become affiliated with through the elections. It is wonderful to be around other Americans, expatriates like myself who know what it is like to live in a different culture, living a different reality. It is different, very different yet oddly similar in the same vein…

Turtle in a Dog eat Dog World

Last night I we had a yoga instructor come over and give us a class… boy was it intense, much more than any other type of yoga I have practiced in the past. It was wonderful and definitely what I needed. At the end of the session the curly dark haired yogi spoke about conscious breathing. Paying special attention to slowing down and being aware of our breath. This is something that I picked up from a special person over the years who actually used to hold their breath on a regular basis.

The yogi mentioned how a dog pants really quickly and dies at a young age, usually not reaching their 20th birthday. He then spoke of the turtle and how it only takes one breath every few minutes and can live hundreds of years. The slower the breath, the longer the life. This stayed with me until I wrote about it in my journal just before bed. I went just a little bit further in my thought process and connected that a turtle lives his whole life in the ocean or in some kind of water, how lovely. Hanging out, swimming, eating what you need, being totally protected with your hard shell only having to worry about sharks or human preditors. The dog on the other hand is everywhere. I thought back of the “res dogs” these mangy, boney, wild-eyed scary creatures that I’ve come across when driving through the Navajo Nation in Arizona. I then thought about the dogs that I see on the street with their tails in between their legs, curled up next to their homeless owners, both showing their bones through their skin wondering when they would be able to eat their next meal. The lifestyle is totally different between the two… the dog can be ruthless and will do whatever it has to in order to survive, its only now in history that we have domesticated them.

When I awoke this morning we headed to the Center of São Paulo so I could register for work finally and amongst all of the people I thought about my breathing. I thought about the dog versus the turtle and as everyone was rushing around me I thought as well about how we live in a Dog-Eat-Dog World, and in the heart of the city you cannot ignore this brutal fact. So does that mean, if you want to have a long life, you must not live in this environment, you must not partake in that sad ruthless world of Dog-Eat-Dog? Is that what separates those who live in the city versus those who live in less populated but beautiful locations like in the mountains or by the ocean? Less stress, no need to live at a face pace and less of a need to breath at a fast pace as well? Does that lead to a longer life? Probably so.

No Haggling or Bartering Here

All around the city on any given day there are “ferias” which are essentially open air farmer’s markets. They are fantastic! Today I stumbled upon one near my dermatologists office in Higeionopolis, an affluent mainly Jewish neighborhood, a straight busride from our house. It was near the end of the feria, so the vendors were anxious to sell off whatever they had left.

Needless to say, my excitement met their anxiousnes with open arms! I didn’t haggle nor barter, but they were literally giving away their goods to me! I usually feel bad bartering with these guys after a really insightful and great person pointed out to me that the vendors are in a different position than I am, and why make their lives any harder than they already are (this was said on the Navajo Reservation a few years ago while buying a piece of art.) So if I do have the money enough to buy, I should pay their fair price and now that is exactly what I do.

The fair price today was totally in my favor! Thank god I can speak Portuguese now, it certainly gives me more crediblity than before. I walked away with 2 Huge Bags of ripe bananas, a pineapple, 10 baby eggplants, 3 big green bellpeppers, 1 beautiful red bell pepper, 3 japanese cucumbers, 4 ripe papayas, 2 packages of super ripe strawberries, a kilo of tomatoes and one big bok choy for R$10.50!!! That is a little more than $6 USD!

I was totally overloaded and was sooo relieved to put my bags down when I got onto the bus. It was quite a venture on my way back, but thankfully everyone I came in contact was so nice and helpful. I offered up bananas but noone took them. An older man was walking my way just as I turned walking into my neighborhood and was sooo kind! He helped me with half of my bags all the way up to the driveway! I tried to give him some strawberries, but he refused and said “prazer” which means “my pleasure”.