Richard Bulzomi

May 6, 1979 ~ October 18, 2009

Beloved Nephew ~ A Favorite Person

Lives in My Heart Eternally

Sun-day

The sun is out and it's hot already. I've had an ok weekend so far. Good sangha yesterday, lunch with our Lama and fellow sangha members. A quiet day at home which included a nap. It's always a good day if you can have a nap.

I was surprised that Obama won the Noble Peace Prize. I hoped that one day he would win it, that he would accomplish enough to earn consideration for the prize. But he won it after 9 months in office, chosen for it after 1 month in office. Aside from a few speeches, his "actions" were that of a campaigner with a gift for inspirational rhetoric.

My initial reaction to the announcement of the award was, "whoa, way too soon--makes a mockery of it--and where does he go if he actually accomplishes something besides getting elected!" Then a friend sent a you-tube of Rachel Maddow's commentary on the award to Obama. She focused on how many recipients were awarded the award prior to having achieved what they hoped and verbalized they would work to accomplish. These are remarkably respectable, and accomplished people, who were not necessaarily so accomplished at the time of the award: Archbishop Desmond Tutu (1984)and
Aung San Suu Kyi (1991) to name two in recent history.

Maddow points out that encouraging global hope is reason enough for the Nobel Peace Prize, and in that sense, Barak Obama has earned the title Nobel Peace Prize Laureate.

I believe that at least part of the hope that Barak Obama has given birth to is partially (or wholly) attributable to the depth of despair that Bush/Chaney fostered. And while that may be true it doesn't change the fact that Barak Obama said the right things at the right time, so much so that the almost unthinkable occured: a black man was elected President of the United States. I think the world's hope lies not only in a new positive leader of the free world, but in the renewed hope that Americans are all that the world hopes they are.

My so-called life

It's been awhile since I have posted. It's all the things I can't say outloud to the world that keeps me from writing. That was a bullshit line. My life is about a whole lot more than what I choose not to talk about.

The photo is a Coleman Kenai tent I recently purchased. I recently went on my first camping trip in 25 years. I went alone, meeting friends at the campground. It was a hot rainy weekend and LOVED it anyway. There were two great parts to the trip: the time I spent alone in and around my tent, and the time I spent with my friends, MLA, and their friends. I enjoyed being outdoors more than being indoors. I spent a sweet evening alone in my tent reading and listening to the sound of the rain on my tent. I was bone dry inside. I even enjoyed the 3 hour drive there and back. All around, what a great trip!!! Loved it, can't wait to do it again.

The rest of my life is in transition. Transition without movement -- YET. My office is moving Oct 30th. But it hasn't happened yet. I had to move out of my cubby and move into temporary quarters which is basically a closet at this point. Things have been very trying at work. Stressful for me, and then the ultimate: my hard drive crashed yesterday and I lost EVERYTHING. Two years of work. My bad that I had not backed up to the server. Oy! BTW, Oy! is my clean version of shitfuckpiss, my favorite expletive.

I have always had a lot of trouble dealing with the transition space between decision and actualization. It is very uncomfortable for me. I am tedious in my decision making when it comes to big things in my life, but then once I make the decision I want and am ready mentally and emotionally for it to happen now. Never have I been able to make that happen quicker than it can happen, and that's a good thing, because I can then do it properly.

I hope to get back into a mindset of writing more. Let this be the first of many.