You are my aisle

I am not on any side of any aisle. I am not on your side or their side, I am not red nor blue nor green, I am not fitting in some kind of box or check marked for a certain way. I believe in compromise and understanding even if I disagree. I believe that all voices matter, except ones that trigger pure hate. I am not talking about the kind of hate where you get really angry and then walk away going about your day okay? I am talking about the kind of hate speech that makes someone do an act of violence. That kind of hate has no place in my brain or in my heart. I am open to listening to any conservative, republican, liberal, independent, democratic, or a simpleton view. I am curious in to why you think the way you do, what kind of pedestal you stand on and what gave you the power to stand there.

Maybe you have a sense of power that came from your family or maybe because you believe that a book or a verse or a piece of legislation has in fact given that power/growth to stand so tall where you do. I just want to know why? Why are you against something so much? Why do you get so angry about something that I don’t understand? We are all here to learn from one another country to country, language barriers and all, we are here to learn. We are here to process emotions and evolve our life span by the encounters around us. We are here to be with one another for some reason in space and time and I just want to know who you are.

I don’t always agree with what you say and you may never agree with what I have to say, we may not actually come into a place of compromise but can we not just sit down and try? If perhaps my point of view could halt yours; even for a mere moment; wouldn’t that be great? If you could prove to me your point and even if I dont agree with it I choose to accept it, wouldn’t that be nice?

“But you can not agree with them on any measure what so ever” has been a line I have heard over a dozen times. I just don’t understand it though. I really don’t understand why we can’t talk to someone who is against what we believe, what harm does it do to me if they are not actually attacking me? If they are not being emotionally or physically abusive then why can’t I listen to where they are coming from? I will question them if I have questions and I will ask, don’t you worry, but what harm does it do just to listen?
If it won’t change me and all it does is anger me, then I have the right to walk away from that. If what they say seems absurd I can simply quit listening and go into a nice compartment I made in my brain and hang out there until its my turn to walk away or rebuttal.  To put up a wall of “wrong” before you break down the wall of what they feel is right is pointless. Nothing gets accomplished that way.

I do not like our politics or our divide in this nation right now because we all think we have some special place just for ourselves. We don’t believe there is a place for every one. We don’t believe that listening and compromise is possible because we are told to not compromise at all. I know there is a lot of vindictive pieces of shit out there right now and there are people who feel empowered that shouldn’t be but they are. I can’t stop them myself and we have yet to stop them by just telling them NO and to SHUT UP and to consistently tell someone what they believe doesn’t matter. Every time there is a celebration of anything someone comes a long and says YOU CANT BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS BECAUSE OF THIS REASON….. but I can be happy.   How if we can find a path to walk on together right? Like I’m not saying we lose or they lose whoever we and they are, but maybe we need to find a path that we can walk down together first and find out where the road actually does divide. Sometimes paths don’t even divide.. have you walked in the woods? You can be split off by some trees and leaves but you can both end up on the same plot of land even after you went a different way. There are ways of finding each other even if its not the same way…. does that even make sense?

I don’t know who to believe or to fight for outside of what I know in my human soul is right. I know what I want for humanity and the list is very long and its not going to get accomplished this year and it may not get accomplished in my lifetime. I think opening the dialect of conversation though is the most important way for my list to be met. I might have to give up a few extra dollars or maybe I have to let something get passed in the government that I don’t like to make sure that the greater good is met. This isn’t some kind of ….. giving in… its… sometimes just receiving a different life.

Of course I want equality and I want people to come to our country and of course I don’t want any more debts or wars or unnecessary spending. Of course I don’t like big pharma and I really don’t like a majority of people who the country has elected, but with the hand that I am given I would like to see what I can change. I think if we all understood that we can change by not standing on one side or the other of the aisle, but instead standing inside the aisle together we can each push a few things out to the sides and find a way to come to an agreement.  We are virtually shutting people out of medical help, financial assistance, and a guaranteed free life just because someone said ‘DO NOT COMPROMISE FOR ANY REASON’.

Compromise made all of us–marriages, relationships, friendships, even work ethic has all been made possible by compromise. You don’t always get what you want but if you give a little something and they give a little something both of you can find something to live with.

It seems like every time a question is even asked as to why someone feels some way they do they go into some insane frothing at the mouth rant about how someone is a fucking snowflake piece of shit blah blah blah….
dude… it was a question just trying to see where you are coming from thats all…. just putting some cards out on table and wondering why you chose the one you did.

I think if we all just learned to respect those who give us respect, if we give someone a slight chance at opportunity to feel existed we could go a long way. Give people a chance; except those true to racist bigot mother fuckers; and understand we are all changing and trying to learn to change.


This blog was written in response to conversations via social media. Simple questions became crass responses when they were in all actuality just a question. Both crass responses apologized for being crass assuming that I was somehow attacking what they had to say.
I realized.. people initiate anger and being misunderstood before they initiate kindness and love. It bothered me that two people would assume I am some kind of asshole mostly because they know who I am. I have done the same on social media.. taken content out of context and I am working on changing that and I hope you will too.

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Episode 19: Pursuit of Happiness in a Police State, Parenting, Housing & Politics + Coffee!

Miles & Crawford are back this week to talk about a range of topics including the pursuit of happiness, police states, reminiscing about the Darwinistic parenting 30 years ago vs now, inequality of the chance at becoming a politician, housing opportunities, comedians we like and the differences in communities. Not necessarily in that order but we get around to it.

A new . . .

Welcome 2018, so far you have started off with a weather banger and for some of us A new year A new us. However sometimes we don’t always need to be new people we just need new habits. Perhaps we need the habit of drinking water instead of coffee, picking up a celery stick instead of a cigarette, perhaps its a habit of smiling at strangers instead of pushing them away. There is always A chance to turn our habits around, however it seems more socially acceptable if we postpone it until we can resolut it with fireworks and a ball drop.
With the welcoming of this new year I was able to come to a sudden revelation instead of a resolution and I thought I would share that.


The other night I had the pleasure of sitting at a local coffee shop too late into the evening with a friend of mine catching up. We caught up. We talked, we chatted, we laughed and I am sure I had tears in my eyes on several occassions. 2017 felt like a wreck of a life that I can say I am glad is behind me at this moment. I have not fought so hard to be strong as I fought in 2017. A lot of change happened and with change came a lot of growth. Within the conversation with my friend we talked about life, love, relationships, parenthood, and the state of our nation. We spoke how our nation comes down to  us locally. In those long moments together I felt that we had covered an entire song of life and yet it also felt like strings were still left unstrung. The delight is knowing that those strings will be strung as time moves us along.  Better yet, the delight was that I was able to vocalize feelings to someone that was not my intimate partner whom had heard my troubles over the year. Within my vocals I was able to put power behind feelings that I had said before but this time it hit– I moved forward.

It seems like a simple statement ‘MOVE FORWARD’ but its not nearly easily done as it is said. Realizing you had moved forward when you still thought you were being held back; astonishing. I finally realized that I had in fact said goodbye to a pain in my heart. I finally put down my pain and anger of the loss that had been haunting me. Two years ago on the 28th of this month I lost a long time friend and his death has been lingering. I have always been  . . . . emotional. . . about death. Perhaps it is my own fear of death that works with that emotion but losing a life; no matter how deep or well known to me; hits me differently than it hits others–or so it seems. Death is an absolute, the one thing we can gurantee will happen, but when is the question that most of us fight every day. For those who are left after one has taken their last breath it then simply becomes the question of when do you ‘move forward’? Some where it happened– some time of crying of feeling anger of feeling sad of feeling …. feelings… i moved forward and finally recognized my path was now changed because I could somewhere inside of myself actually say GOODBYE. Within a simple coffee cup and playing catch-up with a friend… I recognzied my 2017 was actually concluded in ways I never knew.  I neverr wanted to let him go, but in time I know that I didn’t have a choice and in fact I didn’t make the choice instead life made the choice for me.
To all the loved ones we lost in 2017–may your life be reimbursed through us.


In this moment I ask if you are peaked about the loss of a life–someone significant to who I am as a person– please go through and take the time this year to read through his significant works of words that he was able to leave us through the eternal life of the internet HERE 


Now I continue on and find ways to  the momentum and recognize how lucky I am within my own privlage to be alive, to have children alive, to have what I do around me alive. For 2018 I want this to be the year of movement not only within myself but hopefully within you and within the nation(s) we live in. I wish us all a fantastic year of living and I wish that doors that can be closed are and those that are needing opened are opened with hearts, eyes, and opportunity.

Cheers my friends

 

Episode 18: The State of our Union, Abandoned Resolutions, Return of MC Variety Hour in 2018!

MC Variety Hour is back in 2018! This week we discussed resolutions that we plan to break, the state of our fragile union, Civil War, Revolutions, and finish with gushing all about Doctor Who. Join us as we meander our way through a variety hour of conversation fueled by a high coffee intake.

Resolutions and Good Tidings

As we prepare to enter another new year and say goodbye to 2017 I often find myself around this time pondering the year behind me and the year stretched out in front of me as some sort of golden, “this year is going to be better” mindset. As though a year is a long time when in actuality it’s a very short period of time. Time, in itself stretches and wanes across our universe, when an hour feels like a minute and a minute like an hour, we often bang the drum of time, lamenting that it waits for no man, that’s there never enough of it and that it heals all wounds… as we spend our time mourning the loss of time.

This year we started the Miles and Crawford Variety Hour. This month is our 6 month anniversary and we honestly can’t believe it’s been that long. Time sure does fly, doesn’t it? =) (hahaha) We are currently on episode 17. We’ve had some ups and downs, trying to get a regular schedule or episodes has proved to be difficult when time (ha, get my theme yet?) has gotten short for either of us. But, even when we release episodes with large gaps of time in between them we still think about and work on our podcast outside of the actual recording. Research, themes and long essays sit on our shared drive waiting to be explored. The biggest hurdle so far for us has been promotion, networking and of course, scheduling. We live in 2 separate towns and have gone to recording across the internet instead of trying to meet weekly for recording sessions. Our audio quality has suffered some over the course of our experiment and seems to have finally worked itself with the lovely gift of a fancy microphone from Miles to Crawford. (Thank you again Mrs. Miles)

What are we thinking about going into the new year? Well, we have big ideas but acting on them is the hardest part (as it is for everyone.) We would love to bring you more content in between recordings in the form of blogs, essays, comics, storyboards, and other little things to connect with you as often as we can. This new year we are exploring new topics and shorter episodes, and other platforms that allow us to do small recordings or check in’s with our audience.

What are some topics or areas of conversation we’ve neglected that you’d like to hear us ramble on about? Or, what have we touched on but not fully explored that you’d like to hear us talk about in depth? We love to rant, give us some ideas that will inflame our leftist sensibilities and ignite our imagined revolution!

We here at Miles and Crawford appreciate the small listenership we have now and look forward to growing it as the new year engulfs us and then leaves us behind. I look forward to reading this blog again in a year and hope that we are still in production with us going on episode 70, celebrating a larger audience and new content streams. As the year comes to a close we can’t thank you enough for your support and continued listening. It takes a lot of work to put a podcast together and to keep at it, and when you have people that like what you’re doing and come back every week to listen again it really drives you to keep going and try to improve on it week after week.

Thanks again for listening, reading and supporting us. This year is all about growth and hope you’ll stick around for the ride.

See you in the new year with new episodes!

Tea Time

What a world we are living in these days; maybe it’s more like what a nation we are living in. The uprise we are seeing from the people of this country is beautiful and sad. I am hoping to really dive into the tax bill today but I just don’t think I have it in me, at least not THIS entry.
Today I read a beautiful blog by my friend who lost her father the other day to a cancerous brain tumor. I felt after the read that I was able to walk in her shoes for a moment, and understand a little more of how and what happened. It is one of those weird things when people move and become separate human beings, you kind of forget how their lives must be like. I have always adored my friend Mandy, her determination and spirit in life. She is one of those girls who you can go to a bar in your pajamas and just have the most delightful time ever. One of those spirits you are lucky to come across, and even though a decade span in our age, I am certainly changed from knowing her for a handful of years. She is the animal of delight and laughter and so to read the hardship she had faced is beyond wrenching. However, her hope and her words and her strength show a family whose determination we should all remember. So please take a moment and read her latest entry HERE. If anything her father deserves your eyes to read through his last story through her words.
After reading this entry it made me appreciate a life well lived a little more than ususal. It made me realize that the fight ahead of myself and others is far from over. We are in fact a progress of life that never ceases until our entire body gives in to its circumstances, and until then we all must fight for the right to breathe. Conqueredd by television, societal demands, work ethics; or lack of ; and a political shitstorm we often lose our way about what it means to be alive. I mean sure you can tell me to go for a good hike up a hilltop but it is the middle of Decemeber in Ohio and I do not have the necessary funds to equip myself for such a battle. You can tell me I could travel to be alive,but again, I have work, bills, children, and a life here that I must find livlihood in. I think that people tell you what it means to be ‘REALLY ALIVE’ are people who have privlage in ways that most will never have and therefore feel that their way of living isn’t real. REAL is what you live and you have no other choice but to face it as best as you can.
Holidays are around the corner and although you couldn’t afford 2k in gifts for all, you can give yourself the treat of breathing. Look around you and appreciate a little more of what you have even if you don’t have much. If you have the ability to read this blog you have the internet, if you have a roof over your head you have the gift of shelter, if you have food in the fridge you have the gift of being full. There are gifts all around us that we don’t see because they aren’t materialistic enough but they are enough to live, to appreciate, and to surround ourselves with good things. So pour yourself a hot cuppa and enjoy this moment because at any given moment it really could just change with one thing.
Blessed be all of us.