Beginning
to prepare for my Sunday, March, 12 guest sermon debut for the Cedarhurst
Unitarian Universalists. The invitation
itself has added to my conception-label of role and voice with the help of my
“sister.” Miss Eva added to the litany of nicknames over the years bestowed and
self-generated: Stress Doc ™,
Motivational Psychohumorist ™, Shrink Rapper ™, and the latest – “The
Sermonator” ™. (The UU gathering is
north of Baltimore; 2912 Club House Road, Finksburg, MD 21048. Services are from 10:30-12:30pm; http://cedarhurstuu.org/home/; Contact:
info@cedarhurstuu.org.) The sermon
theme: “Finding Your Voice at Any
Age.” So, it’s a good time to complete
Part II of “Discovering and Declaring Your Genuine Voice.” The opening segment (https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/discovering-declaring-your-genuine-voice-lessons-any-age-mark-gorkin)
explored the meaning of “discovering and declaring your voice” and also outlined
the first five Finding Your Voice Lessons:
1. Confront Your Intimate FOE
2. Play with a Child
3. Try Poetry and Pictures
4. Be Out-Rage-ous
5. Recognize It’s a Digital World.
Time
to ring out 6-10. P.S. Would love to meet you on the 12th.
The Stress Doc’s Finding Your Voice
Lessons – Skills and Strategies:
6.
Quietly Listen and Blend the Unconscious and the Conscious. Discovering
your voice begins in the quiet recesses of your unconscious cave-mind. First you listen for the subterranean ebb and
flow: the confluence of subconscious images
and intuitions, shadowy ideas and insights streaming randomly and/or
rhythmically from the psyche, heart, and gut.
Then, after a while, your conscious mind comes into play, akin to slowly
awakening from a dream state. Now you
ponder or, as likely, mentally meander through the compelling imagery that
survives the unconscious to conscious transition. Turning over the mind-body fragments, feeling
some tension as you look for Lego-like connections among the discrete,
kaleidoscopic bits of data, until the psychic path fades out or…Aha!
7.
Envision a “Cutting Edge” Voice. Building on #6, let me illuminate that
unconscious-conscious-creative path by drawing on parts of the “Introduction”
from my recent e-book, Preserving Human
Touch in a High-Tech World. In the
early ‘90s, living in DC, I was invited on a radio show hosted by an
African-American woman to talk about stress.
We hit it off; upon discovering she had some connections to the music
industry, I sent her a bluesy/rap-like verse penned a few years earlier, while
living in N’Awlins. Here’s the opening:
The Burnout Boogie
Well I
got the burnout boogie
My
mind just wants the snooze
Well I
got the burnout boogie
Guess
it's time to sing the blues.
(Chorus) 'Cause
I'm all burnt out
And I'm full of self-doubt
All I want to do is shout
And baby, just get the hell
out.
Now
the boss says, Do this project!"
And
you know I'd like to please
But
I'm feeling like a reject
And
I'm down upon my knees.
Well I
got the burnout boogie
So I
guess I must refuse
Well I
got the burnout boogie
Man, I
need to take a cruise.
(Chorus)
Rap
was starting to catch on big-time. In
addition, she was also promoting a beauty contest, and I volunteered to write a
thematic anthem – “The Electrifying Lady.”
It wasn’t selected, but got serious consideration. (They were confused by my line, “She's a sister and a brother.” Guess when it comes to male/female
psychological ambidexterity and/or gender possibilities I was just ahead of the
times.) Here’s the opening stanzas and
chorus:
The
Electrifying Lady
The Electrifying Lady
The hottest in the land
Her look will drive you crazy
Her mind is in command.
The lady's smart and sassy
So don't tell her where to go.
She's not your little lassie
This Black Goddess stops the show.
'Cause Electrifying Lady is shock energy
For a mind and body surging to be free.
Now Lady Electric just don't know her place
That Ms. E. L. is hyperspace.
The Electrifying Lady
The hottest in the land
Her look will drive you crazy
Her mind is in command.
The lady's smart and sassy
So don't tell her where to go.
She's not your little lassie
This Black Goddess stops the show.
'Cause Electrifying Lady is shock energy
For a mind and body surging to be free.
Now Lady Electric just don't know her place
That Ms. E. L. is hyperspace.
© Mark
Gorkin 1992
"Shrink Rap" Productions
"Shrink Rap" Productions
[Email stressdoc@aol.com
for the entire lyric.]
~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~
In the meantime, a month or so
passed without a word about my “Boogie.”
So, I called the radio host. She
had sent it to a rap group in LA who liked it…but then the LA Riots broke
out. She hadn’t heard anything. I guess it became “The Burnt-Up Boogie!”
From
Twilight “Aha!” to Out of the Rapper Closet
To put some closure on this
meandering tale…one morning in bed, in a dream-like state – neither sleeping
nor awake – I start musing: “Mark,
you’re a therapist, you’ve been a university professor…what are you doing
trying to write rap lyrics?” And then,
percolating up from dawns early depths, pushed to consciousness by identity
conflict…a flash out of the contradictory haze:
“Of course, you’re into Shrink Rap.” And eventually, a paradoxical insight: A
new voice may emerge from a novel vision of self!
And with the early ‘90s
concept, a number of works quickly followed, with a Shrink Rapper twist. After
hearing the original “Stress Doc’s Stress Rap” ™, an African-American
lawyer-friend noted: “Oh, so you’re into
‘Aristocratic Rap.’”
Finally, talking of finding a
new voice, it took some “trial and terror” to basically lose all inhibition and
sense of proportion. With an evolving
entertainer’s mindset, I added a Blues Brothers hat, black sunglasses, and a
black tambourine. Now I started
performing my homegrown rap during “Practice Safe Stress” speaking programs and
workshops. To this day, with a tad more
method than madness, I don my ensemble, one by one, while slyly acknowledging a
secret identity. (Naturally, I share the suspicion that the
audience might prefer my keeping this secret in the closet.) Alas, too
late…”The hat’s out of the bag. I'm
pioneering the field of psychologically humorous rap music and as a therapist
calling it, of course, 'Shrink Rap' ™
Productions." Predictably, there's an audible groan from the
audience. And my response: "Groan now. We'll see who has
the last groan." And then, “The Stress Doc’s Stress Rap”:
When
it comes to feelings do you stuff them inside?
Is
tough John Wayne your emotional guide…
To…
Now
I made you feel guilty, you want to confess
Better
you should practice “The Art of Safe Stress!”
In truth, initially, mouths are
agape. Midstream, people are laughing knowingly,
spontaneously providing rhythmic backup and, by the end, hands are engaged in energetic
applause. Of course, as the clapping
subsides, I get in the last word, declaring:
“I’ve been doing this long enough…I know when an audience is applauding
out of relief!”
A Closing Musing: A twilight vision crystallized the edgy Shrink
Rap concept, placing me on an ever-
evolving,
“Four ‘C’-ing Psychohumorist Path-Voice”:
Seeking to be Creative-Courageous-Comedic-Compassionate!
8.
Reflect on Nature. The
recesses of the mind and being somewhat “out of your mind” help cultivate a
newfound voice. However, so too when
outside the mind’s normal chattering state, that is, when meditatively and then
poetically absorbed in the wonders of nature.
Consider this passage from my essay, “Gospel of a Country Road,” based
on a mid-October, overnight retreat to a remote mountain village in Helvetia
(“Little Switzerland”), West Virginia:
And speaking of the brain and the
senses, for me, the color of the leaves also evokes an overpowering chemical
reaction. When bathed in sunlight, the shimmering waves of lemons and apricots
and orange-cranberry hues overwhelm the logical left-hemisphere. All I can do
is gaze and sometimes gasp. And from a distance write:
The forest as the artist/Trees willowy and bold
The brushstrokes of the branches/Leaves afire red and gold.
And then God-like fingers/Stream down from above
Solar rays caress you both/A touch of nature's love.
The forest as the artist/Trees willowy and bold
The brushstrokes of the branches/Leaves afire red and gold.
And then God-like fingers/Stream down from above
Solar rays caress you both/A touch of nature's love.
[From my "Mountain Vision"
lyric.]
While not brilliantly breathtaking, the colors have a more subtle, a more mature beauty this year. (Maybe it's a projection of a fifty-year-old psyche ;-)
And when the color disappears and night descends, then the other big picture show takes center stage. Walking in the cool, clean, crisp mountain air, down another country road, beyond the last remnants of man-made lighting, reveals the truly majestic and miraculous mystery. As wonderful as cyberspace is, it can't compete with the real thing.
While not brilliantly breathtaking, the colors have a more subtle, a more mature beauty this year. (Maybe it's a projection of a fifty-year-old psyche ;-)
And when the color disappears and night descends, then the other big picture show takes center stage. Walking in the cool, clean, crisp mountain air, down another country road, beyond the last remnants of man-made lighting, reveals the truly majestic and miraculous mystery. As wonderful as cyberspace is, it can't compete with the real thing.
9.
Allow Yourself to Be Challenged. Accepting an unexpected assignment or the
challenge around a performance task, or emotionally stretching outside one’s relationship
comfort zone, can be the impetus for a new or expanded voice. For example, recently, a friend strongly
suggested that I transform my anti-bullying Power Point Slide Children’s Song
(to the tune of the camp favorite, "B-I-N-G-O") into a lyric for
adults. Actually, many adults, upon
hearing or hearing about my child’s' version say, in essence, bullying is not
just for kids...It's rampant in the
workplace!
My
initial “adult version” angst was brought on by self-comparison: would I be able to generate a worthy
companion piece to my child’s lyric?
Eventually, I followed my own risk-taking advice: Aware-ily
Jump In Over Your Head! and “Strive
to Survive the High Dive. Would love
to hear your thoughts on my meeting the challenge. If inclined, feel free to share...maybe slip
it under someone's door! ;-) P.S. If
you'd like to see the original Bully Boy/Girl Slide Song, just e-holler.
BULLY Guy/Gal: A Workplace Variation
[In this version, the
four (or five lines) of each stanza are sung with the same melody as in the
original. The same rules apply to the B-U-L-L-Y
chorus as in the B-I-N-G-O chorus.]
~~~~~~~~~~~~
At my work, there’s a
“big” dude
And Bully Guy’s his
name, oh
Blaming me for what he
did
Pumps his inflated ego.
B-U-L-L-Y… B-U-L-L-Y…
B-U-L-L-Y…
And Bully Guy’s his
name, sigh.
Stalking me all down the
hall
Controlling is his game,
oh
When did “scarcasm” get
so cool?
Isn’t this against the
rules?
Not when the boss’ bud,
oh.
Why does he just pick on
me?
The Guy should be
ashamed, oh
Is he green with
jealousy?
Or just a red bull guy,
oh…
B-U-L-L-Y… B-U-L-L-Y…
B-U-L-L-Y…
And Bully Guy’s his
name, sigh.
Meetings are ruled by his “facts”
There is no room for doubt, oh
Speaking up gets you the axe
Or, he will just storm out, oh.
Just because he makes it
rain
All look the other way,
oh
While morale goes down
the drain
Does money make a hero?
B-U-L-L-Y… B-U-L-L-Y…
B-U-L-L-Y…
And Bully Guy’s his
name, sigh.
I must learn to take a
stand
And overcome self-blame,
oh
Not just bow to his
demands
Nor play the helpless
zero.
I will find one
trustworthy
To talk out all my pain,
oh
Then stand tall as an
oak tree
Or walk away, nothing to
say
But with my head held
high, oh…
B-U-L-L-Y… B-U-L-L-Y…
B-U-L-L-Y…
And Bully Guy’s his
name, sigh.
Now I see…the real
tragedy
Leaders’ heads in the
sand, oh
A virus kills a company
When no one takes
command, oh…
B-U-L-L-Y… B-U-L-L-Y…
B-U-L-L-Y…
I’ve overcome
self-doubt, oh
B-R-A-V-O… B-R-A-V-O…
B-R-A-V-O…
I will give a shout, oh
No longer just an also
ran
I now am my own wo/man
Cause I got the way hell
out, Oh, Yeah!
© Mark Gorkin 2017
Shrink Rap ™ Productions
10. Perceive, Play, Practice, Pilot, and
Project. You
might call these “The Five Voice-Performance ‘P’s”:
1)
Perceive and be curious about your inner voice and vision
2)
Play with it; try out different sounds, shades, and dimensions
3)
Practice with purpose: what will be your
agenda, structure, and key objectives
4)
Pilot in front of an audience (or two or three)
5)
Project your new voice…perceive the feedback…Then repeat the five-voice cycle!
You
can find and evolve a voice for just about any age and stage. Consider these inspiring words of acclaimed
medical pioneer, Dr. Jonas Salk: Evolution is about getting up one more time
than you fall down; about being courageous one more time than you are fearful;
and about being trusting just one more time than you are anxious. All I can add is, Amen and women, to that!
Closing:
The Stress Doc’s Finding Your
Voice Lessons – Skills and Strategies 1-10:
1. Confront Your Intimate FOE
2. Play with a Child
3. Try Poetry and Pictures
4. Be Out-Rage-ous
5. Recognize It’s a Digital World.
6. Quietly Listen and Blend the Unconscious and
the Conscious
7. Envision a “Cutting Edge” Voice
8. Reflect on Nature
9. Allow Yourself to Be Challenged
10. Perceive, Play,
Practice, Pilot, and Project
Mark Gorkin, MSW, LICSW,
"The Stress Doc" ™, a nationally acclaimed speaker, writer,
and "Psychohumorist" ™, is a founding partner and Stress Resilience
and Trauma Debriefing Consultant for the Nepali Diaspora Behavioral Health
& Wellness Initiative. Current Leadership Coach/Training Consultant
for the international Embry-Riddle Aeronautics University at the Daytona, FL
headquarters. A former Stress and
Violence Prevention Consultant for the US Postal Service, he has led numerous
Pre-Deployment Stress Resilience-Humor-Team Building Retreats for the US
Army. Presently Mark does Critical
Incident Debriefing for organizational/corporate clients of Business Health
Services. The Doc is the author of Practice Safe Stress, The Four Faces of
Anger, and Preserving Human Touch in
a High Tech World. Mark’s
award-winning, USA Today Online "HotSite" – www.stressdoc.com
– was called a "workplace resource" by National Public Radio
(NPR). For more info, email: stressdoc@aol.com.
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