It’s the beginning of Mother’s Day weekend. Since my mother passed in 2005, I always feel a little sad as I sit and remember her. I wish she were here, and yet, I woke from a dream around 3 where Senna Dog who passed away recently was lying next to me. All is here.
I’m reading an interesting book, Mount Analogue by Rene Daumal. We know there’s more here than we see and perceive, and so I’m invited into the exploration of curves, and how straight lines don’t always reveal what we might explore.
The New Yorker this week has a fascinating article on Sesame Street. I hadn’t realized the name came from “Open Sesame”, giving “the idea of a street where neat stuff happens”.
The show peaked in 1983 when it dealt with death to explain to children that the actor Will Lee, who played Mr. Hooper, had passed away.
The article goes on to say “The Reagan years marked the beginning of the fall. The federal government all but stopped funding educational television in 1981, and deregulation meant that the F.C.C. accepted “The Flintstones” as fulfilling a station’s “educational” requirement.”
“Kids’ TV in the nineteen-eighties involved mainly plastic toys: “My Little Pony’ n Friends”, “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles”.”
And so here we are in a world where “The Flintstones” was considered educational TV.
We know what deregulation has done, and again, this is Mother’s Day weekend. We celebrate all mothers, and especially bow down to Mother Earth, and the mothering occurring within each of us as we live our lives with attention and nurturing care.