I’ve learned a valuable lesson about the wisdom of accepting God’s will. Sometimes, the thing you should accept is that you have the ability to fight. Passive acceptance is a nice theory that might work for certain saints and yogis. Allowing, waiting, and seeing the deeper meaning is probably the best course of action when there is very little to be gained by resistance. However, I have come to the very important conclusion, personally and professionally, that sometimes God’s will is that you claw, scratch, punch, drill, kick, and scream until you win.

I suck at Buddhism.

As I watch my wife, Teresa, fight cancer with every cell of her body, with the benefit of every medical dollar funded by the sale of pink ribbons, with every bit  of the help and prayers of her friends and family, I have remembered that I am a fighter, too, I like a good brawl. I don’t mind telling someone when they are dead wrong, I don’t enjoy silently suffering fools, and I am done trying. A little revolution now and then, as Thomas Jefferson suggested, is a good thing. Somethings are worth fighting for; your family, your livelihood, your art, your life. I’m in.

Death has been a theme this week, helpless children have been slain, my ex-brother in law, one of the sweetest guys on earth, didn’t wake up one day. They didn’t get the chance to fight. I’m typing this from a chemo delivery room as Teresa and about 20 other people get their dose of life saving chemicals. So, when you have a choice to fight, you choose to do like the patients surrounding me right now, you don’t accept a potential death sentence. You fight. You don’t manifest cancer, but you sure as hell fight it.

I’m practicing what I preach now with my art, my writing, and the fight has reinvigorated me with a passion I haven’t felt for years. I am pretty excited about this battle. I should have revolted a long time ago, I should have fought for my art, for my vision. Alas, I don’t know how to “should have.” So, I’ll join the battle now, with passion, with fire, and with determination. Creativity is a miracle and I am going to fight for my own and for the people who need my help. Watch out world, the creative revolution is about to figure out how to use money, The Affluent Artist Advisors group is on the horizon. Suits and those who deal in the business of saying “non” to inspiration everywhere should be afraid. Very afraid.

So, here’s my lesson, there may be a time and place to be passive, to “allow,” to “let go and let God.” But, at least for me, the time doesn’t come up as often as one might think. One of my “gifts” is determination and I don’t think  I was given this gift to waste it. A long time ago, I said that if you don’t Release Your Creative Beast that he will tunnel out, and I can tell you that he will.

So here’s to the fighters: those who won’t let Newtown Connecticut be forgotten without reforming this country, here’s to artists who fight for their work, here’s to the souls surrounding me in this hospital ward. And, here’s to those who have no choice but to accept God’s will, those Connecticut parents, my ex-brother in law’s family. Here, especially, is to my inspiration, my bride of 25 years, Teresa, she has taught me that fighting for what is important is worth a good battle.

As they sing in Les Miserables:

Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!

COMBEFERRE
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?
Courfeyrac:
Then join in the fight
That will give you the right to be free!

ALL
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!

FEUILLY
Will you give all you can give
So that our banner may advance
Some will fall and some will live
Will you stand up and take your chance?
The blood of the martyrs
Will water the meadows of France!

ALL
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing a song of angry men?
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!

 

 

 

4 Responses to Acceptance My Ass

  • PJ Hoover says:

    Rick, I see things in this world as you do. They will take my protection, my gun from my cold hands before I give up my God given rights. My son fought and ended his life dying for our freedoms, I will not let those deaths of heros be invain. They take God out of our schools and lay muslim prayer rugs down on the lawn of our White House and expect us to hand over our protection, but they have forgotten that we are not all Sheeple. Many will band together soon, our country and her people will take the blinders off, pull their heads out of the sand and let out a mighty Screech, our freedoms are not for sale and we will not tolerate dictatorship! I like what and how you speak, your boice has me behind it and I stand at your side in my convictions. Thank you!

    • Rick says:

      PJ, We do not stand shoulder to shoulder on anything you mention except in our grieving for the loss of your son. We could not have more different views. Unlike you, I think there is no “They,” and I don’t think anyonen is forcing religion on us, I abhor guns, violence and narrow-mindedness. We do not, in these manners, stand at each others side. I believe in love, non-violence, the power of creativity, gun control, freedom of religion, and I honor the sacrifice of your son.
      With love and peace,
      Rick

  • Valerie Williams says:

    Oh Rick, how I have missed your words (long unnecessary story here about not being on line due to my own physical ordeals due to a ex-neighbor’s hate and violence)…..and to read these words now about Teresa’s journey and yours, I am filled with renewed hope and encouragement about the roads less travelled that so many of us are destined to take if we live authentic spiritual and creative lives. Forgive me if I am all over the place. Acceptance my Ass is a fitting moniker for living this authentic life while sidestepping the naysayers who claim their rights out of fear. To “our”dear sweet Teresa, I send across space and time a sisterhood of love and kick-ass perseverance while you claw your way through the medical side of treatment — with your tenacity for living and grace-filled heart. There is a lot of healing taking place in that treatment center. I can feel it from here in Chicago and I send support in whatever way I am able from my heart to yours. I will contact you personally somehow, Rick, with links to an amazing kick-ass resource community in Florida. And for you, Rick, I “forgot” that I signed up for this creative revolution fight to sustain inspiration and think outside the box, particularly when I became a MAC. My wake-up battle hymn of the past 8 months is resounding in changes that liberate my soul, now thanks in no small part to these timely invigorating words to fight for what is real, is important, is authentic, is true. You have been ‘onto something’ for quite some time in identifying this restlessness of the MACs and once again, your passion and drive continues to ignite the flames of action. I want that parade we talked about to take place ALL OVER THE COUNTRY, city by city of MACs in unison. I want the explosion of firecrackers that say YES, I’M ON FIRE with all that I believe and you believe and they believe about challenging status quo and saying there are other ways to handle current situations which defy passivity and doing things the way they’ve always been done. Accepting cancer — hell no! But seeing as a battle to overcome? Hell no to that, too! It is a tough lesson to be sure and there are multiple ways to find the best answer with a combination of medical models and complementary models. For you and Teresa and your family to have each other as you navigate this over-abundance of personal challenges is truly what is most important about life — and to have each other through shock and awe, fear and joy, tears and laughter. People laugh at me when I identify with Jesus the Revolutionary who preached putting down weapons of rules and high rationality and talking to someone, directly into their heart, through story and metaphor using emotional intelligence and creativity. And all the while he invited women and outcasts into the conversation. Imagine that! Sounds like someone else I know who is leading a revolution. Keep that anger going, Rick. Keep it as a reminder that something indeed has to change. From without and within. Sing the battle cry of both acceptance — and defiance loudly. I’m in, beside you and T. I’m in.

    • Rick says:

      Hi Valerie:
      I’ve noticed your absence and I am happy to hear your digital voice again! Thank you for the kind words and encouragement, I hope you are okay!
      Your old friend,
      Rick

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