Descant

I dance to a different rhythm

I march to a different drum

I am the descant; a bit ahead, a bit behind, higher, lower, harmonically minor. 

I follow the Third Road through the straights and tangents; I walk alone in spirit to the music of my soul. 

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 28 July 2018

Please take a Memo… (I'm going to get hate mail)

Take a Memo…

Dear Republicans:

Liberalism, Acceptance and Compassion are not dirty words, but Regressivism could be;
Social Justice is not anti-religion, Fairness is not Communism,
closed ears, eyes, and minds can lead to deadly results.

Dear Democrats:

Pragmatism, Moderation, and Progressivism are not dirty words, but Purity could be;

Wealth isn’t inherently evil; Businesses are not all corrupt,

Closed ears, eyes, and minds can lead to tragedy.

Dear Undecideds:

Taking a Stand is neither fundamentally wrong nor right;

Researching your chosen friends and your perceived enemies is required
if you opt to follow your desires, read and follow the rules of engagement within your district.

Non-Voters:

Ambivalence is understandable at times;
benefiting from or complaining about everyone else doing your Civic Responsibility is not.

If it is too bothersome to participate in the world you’re in, then move somewhere it’s forbidden.

Dear Everybody:

Getting what you want is less important than getting what you need;
Me-Centricism is much less important than the Common Good,

Education, Kindness, and Empathy are never over-rated,

Totalitarianism, Dictatorship, Theocracy, Oligarchy, and Fascism always are perilous miscalculations.

By the way… Name-Calling continues to go both ways, and Hatred is always a dirty word!

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 26 July 2018

Fantastickal (sic)

(With thanks to Harvey Schmidt and Tom Jones)

I need to “try to remember” to breathe, to hydrate, to loosen my shoulders, and unkink my neck.

I need to discover things in my life that I can look forward to; things I can do on my own.

I need to find a position in which to sleep without awakening in discomfort.

I need to find a way to get through the day without gritting my teeth or girding my loins.

I need to find a way to have regrets about decisions, but not anger for having made them;
try to accept my discontent with my life, but not regret living it.

I need to learn to acknowledge that I will never have the things I desire;
or the contented lifestyle, surrounded by the beauty I strive for
and the comfortable surroundings for which I long.

I need to adjust to being who I am, not who I think I should be.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 24 July 2018

I’m apparently not a carpenter, because I can’t seem to cope.

Where inside oneself does one look to find the cure for despondency and wretchedness?

When one is mentally sound, which is, of course, a good thing,
but that is the problem, ‘cause the whole world’s gone quite mad,
and there’s nought one can do to change even one’s own small part of it…

How is one supposed to cope, to stop thinking, to sleep?

How does one keep the tension from building up in one’s sinews, forming knots as hard as diamonds?

Is there a method to keep from running around,
hair a bird’s nest, with dead bouquets like a distraught Ophelia?

How does one overcome the gut-cold, sickness of fear for humanity, the world;
continue to get through the insanity of today’s daily life?

Are we now so so devoid of reason, compassion, empathy, insight, conscious thought
that the only hope of Light at the end of the tunnel is being wiped out quickly by the oncoming trainwreck?

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 13 July 2018

In the Quietude

( with gratitude to Lori Lippitz)

I sit in the quiet; listening to the murmuring of meditations.

I need to, but how do I get

My mind straight and clearing, my body resilient and healing, my life grounded and secure, and my spirit free from
Anger

Fear

Sadness

Want

Loss and

Shame?

The quiet has answers if one is willing to just listen.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 23 June 2018