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Do You Dare (Not) to Cry?

What is a tear worth? If you’re a public figure, like the president of a country, it can mean a major shift in approval ratings. And we’re all public figures with approval ratings, aren’t we? Sometime or another we will all look into the eyes of one or more people whose approval matters to us, and we will ask them to believe when we tell them how we feel. It might happen in a boardroom, in front of press cameras, or face-to-face with the most important person in your life.  Someday, your ability to control what your body says is in your heart will become vital to your future success – in business, in love, in life. Will your conditioning keep you from being believed? I’m not going to speculate whether or not Obama’s tears over the killings in Connecticut were faked. I don’t care. Not because his feelings don’t matter, but because I don’t believe tears shed (or not shed) are indicative of the sincerity of a heart. The people expected tears. He tried to give them tears. I’ve seen people stare into the distance with not a drop of moisture showing, even though I know their hearts are shredded and their pillows will be soaked before morning. I’ve seen people cry in public and gloat in private because their superb acting got them exactly what they wanted. I’ve watched people cry in wrenching sobs and silent waterfalls, and some, but not all, were actors onstage while I stood in the wings ready to adjust costumes or touch up makeup when the scene was over. I’ve seen crying, and I’ve seen sorrow – and they weren’t always walking hand in...

Do You Dare to Love?

  It Felt Love How Did the rose Ever open its heart And give to this world All its Beauty? It felt the encouragement of light Against its Being, Otherwise, We all remain Too Frightened. ~ Hafiz (trans. by Daniel Ladinsky) I’m sure that you, like me, have read the social media and blog posts today. Perhaps you’ve also read the news, or listened, or watched, as the stories of violence and death, and heroism and hate, have unfolded in Connecticut.   Then there are the posts and news stories that tell us what we should be doing - gun control and armed guards in the schools. Even posts suggesting that we require our teachers to go through combat training and do their work armed for battle as is necessary in Israel.  There are posts that tell us this is a sign of evil abroad in the world, and posts about the need for healing for the victims and those who love them.   And I think about all those whose material life is ended, and like most, I feel the tragedy of the garden laid to waste, the roses that will never open.   But I also think of those who chose the path of laying waste to the garden. Those who chose to take up a weapon and indiscriminately end life after life. And I wonder what disease, what disillusionment, what disenfranchisement brought them to the place where that option even occurred to them, let alone was the most appealing path they could see.And I don’t see many posts calling out for healing for those people. Not many posts...