Tuesday, July 31, 2018

The voice of a 92 year old and the voice of a Vietnam War combat veteran who became a Zen Buddhist and the voice of a Nobel Prize winner and the voice of a commencement speaker



Abe Markman

As a white man living in a black family for the last fifty-eight years, and having served people of color as a social worker in inner cities, I can attest to having prejudice toward blacks and learning how to act without it. The key, I think, is to fully acknowledge it. Malcolm Gladwell discusses this phenomenon in his 2005 book, Blink: The Power of Thinking without Thinking. He quotes a psychologist, Keith Payne, who writes that, “When we make a split-second decision, we are really vulnerable to being guided by our stereotypes and prejudices, even ones we may not necessarily endorse or believe.” Gladwell goes on to write that when one of our own hidden biases flashes before us, “we need to wait a beat before identifying the object in an unbiased way… the giant computer in our unconscious needs a moment to do its work.” (from an article in The Humanist)

In the following talks, Claude AnShin Thomas addresses what I perceive as the same process of learning not to act out of previous conditioning, of learning to act in ways that don't promote endless suffering.





Claude AnShin Thomas

Again and again, I find myself asking, "How much violence are we willing to tolerate so that we don't have to feel uncomfortable?"  And, "How much violence are we willing to tolerate so that we don't have to alter our lifestyle?" These are questions that echo in my mind as I move from place to place.  They apply not only to the obvious fighting taking place in Iraq and Afghanistan; they address the roots of violence that exist within me and within each one of us.  (from At Hell's Gate, p. 162)














Toni Morrison -- 1993 Nobel Lecture 

... She is convinced that when language dies, out of carelessness, disuse, indifference and absence of esteem, or killed by fiat, not only she herself, but all users and makers are accountable for its demise. In her country children have bitten their tongues off and use bullets instead to iterate the voice of speechlessness, of disabled and disabling language, of language adults have abandoned altogether as a device for grappling with meaning, providing guidance, or expressing love. But she knows tongue-suicide is not only the choice of children. It is common among the infantile heads of state and power merchants whose evacuated language leaves them with no access to what is left of their human instincts for they speak only to those who obey, or in order to force obedience ...

... It's quiet again when the children finish speaking, until the woman breaks into the silence. 

"Finally", she says, "I trust you now. I trust you with the bird that is not in your hands because you have truly caught it. Look. How lovely it is, this thing we have done - together."

(quotes from the Nobel Lecture)

(Transcript from the Nobel Lecture)



Louise Erdrich

"Do your best for this beautiful world." (from the 2009 commencement speech)

This all took some time to listen to.  It was worth the time.

Friday, July 27, 2018

Survival Against All Odds / Ohiyesa / The Great Mystery




The man who preserves his selfhood, ever calm and unshaken by the storms of existence – not a leaf, as it were, astir on a tree; not a ripple upon the surface of shining pool – his, in the mind of the unlettered sage, is the ideal attitude and conduct of life. If you ask him: “What is silence?” he will answer: “It is the Great Mystery! The holy silence is its voice!” If you ask: “What are the fruits of silence?” he will say: “They are self-control, true courage or endurance, patience, dignity, and reverence. Silence is the cornerstone of character.”

-- Ohiyesa (1858-1939)

From the trailer:

"In incredible circumstances, he was able to retrieve his dignity and keep a sense that his people come first."

"Indigenous people today still live in the kind of world Ohiyesa lived in, where his population was disregarded.  We are forced to work within structures that are not our own."

Monday, July 23, 2018

Something Inside


The higher you build your barriers
The taller I become
The further you take my rights away
The faster I will run
You can deny me, you can decide
To turn your face away
No matter 'cause there's
Something inside so strong
I know that I can make it
Though you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone, oh no
There's something inside so strong
Oh, something inside so strong
The more you refuse to hear my voice (ooh-weh ooh-weh ooh-weh ooh-weh)
The louder I will sing
You hide behind walls of Jericho (ooh-weh ooh-weh ooh-weh ooh-weh)
Your lies will come tumbling
Deny my place in time, you squander wealth that's mine
My light will shine so brightly it will blind you
Because there's
Something inside so strong, strong
I know that I can make it
Though you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone, oh no
There's something inside so strong
Oh, something inside so strong
Brothers and sisters
When they insist we're just not good enough
Well we know better
Just look him in his eyes and say
We're gonna do it anyway
We're gonna do it anyway
There's something inside so strong
And I know that I can make it
Though you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone, oh no
There's something inside so strong, oh
Something inside so strong
Brothers and sisters
When they insist we're just not good enough
Well we know better
Just look him in his eyes and say
We're gonna do it anyway
We're gonna do it anyway
We're gonna do it anyway
We're gonna do it anyway
Because there's
Something inside so strong, (something inside so strong)
I know that I can make it
Though you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone, oh no, oh no
There's something inside so strong
Something inside so strong (oh oh yeah)
I know that I can make it
Though you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone, oh no, oh no
There's something inside so strong
Oh oh, something inside so strong
Oh oh, something inside so strong
Oh oh, something inside so strong
Songwriters: Labi Siffre
(Something Inside) So Strong lyrics © 1990 Universal Music Publishing Group

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Spirit



Spirit of the water
Give us all the courage and the grace To make genius of this tragedy unfolding The genius to save this place. © 2007; Crazy Crow Music

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Counter Mapping / Jim Enote












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With gratitude to a local friend who is an artist, for bringing this to my attention today.

Alive Alive-O



How can I be useful, of what service can I be?  There is something inside me, what can it be?
-- Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853 - July 29, 1890)



O, what kind of love is this that goes from bad to worse?
-- Bob Dylan, lyrics from "Tears of Rage"

Monday, July 16, 2018

Mandala #31: Everything We Have Forgotten




















NURSERY RHYME

Babies are like us
except when they smile.
Their eyes are so clear;
they can see everything we have forgotten.
At first they have nothing to say.
We draw their attention
away from holy light
to clocks and alphabets.
Words like parallelogram
make them laugh.
They can't tell time from applesauce,
yet they store words
with smooth stones and skinned knees.
No one really knows where they come from
or where they go.
They would put the sun
in their mouths
if they could reach that high.
Not knowing who we are,
still they trust us.
We impress them
with our brave words,
our clever clocks.

(1982 -- 32 years old)

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Sorrowful, yet rejoicing / Spiritual growth / Letters from Iraq
















Rachel Carson:

I am not afraid of being thought a sentimentalist when I say that I believe natural beauty has a necessary place in the spiritual development of an individual or a society. I believe that whenever we destroy beauty, or whenever we substitute something manmade and artificial for a natural feature of the earth, we have retarded some part of our spiritual growth.

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It is my understanding that Vincent van Gogh took these words to heart:

Sorrowful, yet rejoicing.




Tuesday, July 3, 2018

I immediately thought of you, Sabine and R, when I came across the Bodhran Boys just now



A few days ago, I took a walk up the hill in the early morning to Big Rock Garden, a small beautiful neighborhood park.  It's been awhile since I walked there. A large dolmen was placed there some years ago. I was the only person in the park as I walked the trails among rhododendrons, azaleas, Japanese maples, cedars, one Sierra redwood tree, and a collection of outdoor sculptures.  As I sat down on a bench and looked at the dolmen, I suddenly felt the presence and absence of R on the bench next to me.







































I wonder if the day will ever come that I don't feel moved to write about the love I had for a man whose life was taken over by alcoholism and drug addiction before and after his return from Vietnam in December 1970.  Yesterday would have been 50 years of marriage, had my R and I married, but that wasn't meant to be.

His father was Irish.  His mother was German and Swedish.  He had an uncle on his father's side who belonged to Alcoholics Anonymous.  Of his 9 siblings, all but two (his sisters) suffered from alcoholism and drug addiction.  An older brother committed suicide.

In April, it was 10 years since R died of complications of alcoholism, drug abuse, Agent Orange exposure, a brainstem stroke, and cancer that metastasized to his brain.

We were together in Hawaii on this day in July 1970.  I had flown from San Francisco.  He had flown from near the DMZ in Vietnam.

Although we did not live together after May 1971, I continue to reflect on the mystery of his presence and absence in my life and how that shaped who I have become.

"... They spent many happy hours and then the night closed in, and the holy ground took care of everything ...

"... it didn't come true in the end, they went their separate ways.  He couldn't change what he was.  She wasn't ready to wait.



When you see the way Mary Black smiles at the end of the song, know that I am whole and healed.  Although I don't know that he ever saw a bodhran, in my mind's eye I can see my R playing one now with those Irish boys.  I can see that light in his eyes that I have never forgotten.

"... I remember the loving time and nothing else really counts."