Showing posts with label balance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label balance. Show all posts

Sunday, September 30, 2012

They're Rioting in Africa ...


"They’re rioting in Africa, There’s strife in Iran
What Nature doesn’t do to us will be done by our Fellow Man*"


Many life-times ago, in a land far-far away, known as the early 60's,  folk singers made us feel as if we could change the world.  

Half a century later, many, if not most, of us no longer believe.

Recent conversations with smart, positive, engaged and enlightened friends have shown me the depth of the dark shadow that hangs over us.  One friend facing new grandmotherhood, worries about the state of the world her new grandchild will face.  I remember those same feelings as my granddaughter entered the world three days after 9/11.  Another believes there are forces of evil conspiring to control the world.  And, every day, it starts to sound less crazy as the activities of shadow organizations such as the American Legislative Exchange Council (ALEC) are brought into the light.**

THEY ARE RIGHT ...
  • Yes, there is a trash pile in the Pacific Ocean the size of Texas.
  • Yes, there are billionaires and corporations willing to pour obscene amounts of money into controlling our democratic processes.
  • Yes, there are tribal hatreds that go back thousands of years that could rip holes in our gauzy fabric of peace.
  • Yes, stuff is being done to our food supply that we neither understand completely nor can comprehend its future effects.
  • Yes, the climate is changing and much of it can be related to our gluttonous cry, "More, please … NOW!"
  • Yes, hatred and exclusion seem to be increasingly part of our great religions.
  • Yes, our education system is broken and the people with answers are locked in old thought.
HOWEVER … 
  • When we focus on the shadow, we miss the light.
  • When we stop believing, we give away our power.
  • When we take a pill to go to sleep (whether it's Ambien, food, alcohol or television), we no longer dream.
  • When we accept lies, greed, dishonesty and pre-digested pablum, we enable the shadow.
  • When we forget the great challenges our ancestors faced and survived, we feel weak.
  • When we ignore the great gifts of life, we accept death.
  • When we give up, our children, grandchildren and their futures are lost.
A great many of us are entering the era of retirement.  Can we afford to make that a time of retreat?  

We started out on this journey as young idealists who wanted the world to be a better place.  A lot of hard blows came our way:  Martin, Bobby and John … Vietnam … as well as all the little dents of normal living.  Surely, we gained some wisdom along the way.  Wisdom that could be poured lovingly and wisely like warm molasses onto our wounded world.

Rumi says "the breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. don’t go back to sleep."

The world needs us … don't go back to sleep.  Samuel Jackson in a recent political video says, "Wake the Fuck Up!"  Good advice even beyond the world of politics.  

If every one of us who once believed that we could help make the world a better place, began again to add our voices, our talents, our intelligence, our wisdom, and our open hearts to the forces of good, truth and beauty, maybe ... just maybe ... we would accomplish some of the great things we dreamed about in our youth. 

 And, maybe that could be the legacy of our generation.  I'm signing up to this call.  I am ready to Wake the Fuck Up!

* from Merry Little Minuet, it came straight from the “Hungry i” cafĂ© in San Francisco, a “mecca” of folk music in the late 1950’s. Performed by the Kingston Trio, it was song-writer Sheldon Harnick’s tribute to the troubles and tensions of the world.



About this Image:  Both/And Call

This is an ancient and universal symbol of balance and the interaction of light and shadow.  Within the darkness is a seed of light; within light is a seed of darkness.  Words remind us that it is our actions that bring forth the seeds of new realities.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Both And



Bright bits of beauty,
Flawed, shadowed tangles,
Partners in time and space,
Never separate,
Never either or,
Always both and … 

Now that we have entered the full-blown campaign season,
may we all remember that each of us is both and,
that the past and present of our country is both and,
that our future depends on respecting both and.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Koyaanisqatsi All Over Again

Sacre Bleu
How easily life slips out of balance.  


An important deadline looms and blinds us to the world around us.  A fascination turns into an obsession leaving no room for every day enjoyments.  Winter chill and darkness sends us diving under a comforter in front of a mindlessly fascinating story of other people's lives and we forget ... or ignore ... the studio ... the musical instrument ... the friend ... the voice of the world calling to us.

I've got lots of excuses.  I'm moving ... gaping packing boxes surround me.  I've got an art show to get ready for ... the to do list never seems to get shorter.  It's raining.  I've blown off two social opportunities this week.  And, I just packed up my hammered dulcimer which I haven't touched for months.  It was heart wrenching to see that beautiful instrument so abandoned.  And, yesterday I realized that I can't remember when I took time off.  I have been totally focused on making art and trying to find ways to market art.  I've forgotten that my primary art is my life and I've let it get out of balance.

The move and the looming deadline of the art show in May won't let me escape to a warm beach with bright fish ... but I can take this moment to acknowledge that I am out of balance.  Those of us of a certain age may remember the Koyaanisqatsi (Hopi for "life out of balance") movie series which used rapid motion scenes to create a vision of life moving too rapidly and too mechanically.  

That is definitely one way of being out of balance, moving too fast, being disconnected from nature.  But another way is being disconnected from our own nature.  Because my life is not on that fast track of external action, action, action, I didn't realize that I had found my own way of being out of balance ... internally ... being over-focused on producing and stripping away "non-essentials."  I've even been labeling my packing boxes as "essential" or "non-essential."  And, of course the non-essentials are those beautiful things that hold meaning and memories ... those things that are absolutely essential.

I will live in this koyaanisqatsi state until the external requirements are met and then I'm going to rebalance and make room for my dulcimer and unfocused time for wonder, rest and engagement with the world around me.

About this image:  Sacre Bleu

On the way to and from the coast last week, I listened to Christopher Moore's new book Sacre Bleu,  a fascinating and fun "comedy" about the time of Van Gogh, Monet, Manet, Toulouse Lautrec and the color blue.  It prompted this image and I feel more coming.