Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “We All Shine On” (Instant Karma) #SundayMorning

I am no expert on Buddhism and Hinduism so my observation of karma is purely personal and anecdotal. But I have seen instant karma, meaning the Universe’s quick, balanced payback for a good or bad deed. I consider it a good thing when I do a slight but unfair act and get payback the same day. I like to think that means I have good karma. On the other hand, when someone “gets away” with murder or a great wrong of some kind, I believe when their karma is bad (and if you commit murder you already have bad karma) and the Universal payback comes long after but with a vengeance, that’s very bad karma. O.J. Simpson often comes to mind. But that’s just my anecdotal theory.

Naturally, I think of those in power today who are demonstrating acts of injustice and how their karmic balance may come. We’ve got a guy who intends to ban those of Muslim faith from the country, prevent and remove transgender people from the military and who is so xenophobic, wants to literally construct a wall in 2017 to keep people out. Some Nazis are now deemed “good people” by the Commander and Chief who invites Russian spies into the Oval Office and sends bills from a his own private business to the Secret Service for expenses to protect him. And this is perfectly reasonable to the GOP, apparently! Hurry karma! Please don’t let this be the planet’s karmic payback for humanity’s damage to her.

John Lennon’s words in “We All Shine On” speak to instant karma slightly differently, in that it comes without warning. I’m okay with that, too. If we don’t have it written in the Constitution that swift justice must meet a wholly unfit being installed as president by a foreign country, let it be karma. Let karma smite Trump and everyone colluding with him to profit from his office or destroy our institutions.

Instant Karma’s gonna get you
Gonna knock you off your feet
Better recognize your brothers
Ev’ryone you meet

I needn’t remind you that John Lennon and every member of The Beatles were about love and its power. The song actually has a lot more to say about being rooted in love, in love for oneself and everything else. This song always grounds me and I need that today. It’s a universal truth that love, indeed, Secretary Clinton, trumps hate.

Who in the hell d’you think you are
A super star
Well, right you are

It’s hard to peer out from the pall shrouding us these days. So let Lennon remind you of the greater self, the most superior of super powers: love.


Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Gimme Some Truth”

This song came to my lips on Thanksgiving morning. Many of us are weary, uncertain, frightened. Many who were duped by an A-1 grifter will soon be singing the same song. It’s John Lennon’s “Gimme Some Truth,” from Imagine. Forgive me for posting two Lennon songs form the same album two weeks in a row, but they bring me back to a time Mom and I listened to the album and the words fit so well today.  Plus, it’s Lennon, so no apology needed. It’s a song to comfort and activate.

Between the senseless blather from social media defending the bigoted sexual assailant, double-speak justifications for same from self-proclaimed Christians and propaganda so deep there is no hope to reach, it’s intolerable for those with any morality or world view.

“I’m sick and tired of hearing things from uptight, short sided, narrow-minded hypocritics…I’m sick to death of seeing things from tight-lipped condescending mama’s little chauvinists.. All I want is the truth, just give me some truth.”

Yes, I am still angry. I’m still angry from W so this will continue.

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Crippled Inside”

Mom and I loved this song from the “Imagine” album by John Lennon. We often quoted the words when we saw hypocrisy. Hypocrisy is one of those traits that is simply repulsive. Agree?

As a personal defense our American society has now required of all others who are not angry, white guys, I walk with more purpose and confidence. And I often softly sing songs of defiance, which gives me an external, intellectual protection. Having a troubadour’s words, like those of Lennon, Pete Seeger, Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, The Dixie Chicks, Simon and Garfunkel, Bruce Springsteen, Leonard Cohen (RIP) and others at my lips gives me Wonder Woman bracelets, if only metaphorically. But I think it’s more than metaphoric; it’s that band of we the people. I softly sang this song in a parking lot, surrounded by men in pick up trucks, glancing at me with suspicion, suspicion I may have intellect or my own opinion. Why disappoint?

“You can go to church and sing a hymn
You can judge me by the color of my skin
You can live a lie until you die
One thing you can’t hide
Is when you’re crippled inside.”


I can’t imagine how my country will look in only a few short days. The anxiety, fear and depression is palpable. It is in the eyes of everyone I see. A few smug racists (if not racist, OK with racists in the Oval Office) prance around. Some have guns strapped to their thighs, in no way an obvious expression of over-compensation. But most, and the majority who cast a vote on November 8th, are physically sick.

But take heart by the words in this song. We who are crippled by this horrible tyrant right now will rise. We have joy in our souls, while they have dark hearts. Lennon’s upbeat, ragtime melody is evidence of this fact! Love always trumps hate. And it is a fact, one thing you can’t hide is when you’re crippled inside.

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Crippled Inside”

Admittedly, what prompted my recalling this song was the vitriol being spewed on social media about Hillary Clinton, particularly the misogyny. This song and its lyrics sprang forth as I read other women attacking Clinton’s appearance, because nothing reveals someone’s heart and soul like what you say about others.

Mom loved this song. Again, it has great rhythm and that wicked back beat! And it’s got John Lennon’s fine-tuned words that cut to the quick, poetically. So here it is, from his “Imagine” album, recorded in 1971, followed by the delicious lyrics. Let that sink in, haters:

“Crippled Inside”
you can shine you’re shoes
and wear a suit
you can comb your hair
and look quite cute
you can hide your face
behind a smile
one thing you can’t hide
is when you’re crippled inside
you wear a mask
and paint your face
you can call yourself
the human race
you can wear a collar
and a tie
but the one thing you
can’t hide is when you’re
crippled inside
well now you know that your
cat has nine lives babe
nine loves to itself
but you only got one
and a dog life ain’t no fun
mamma take a look outside.
you can go to church
and sing a hymn
judge me by the color
of my skin
you can live a lie until you die
one thing you can’t hide
is when you’re crippled inside.