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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  11/11/21
DESCRIPTION:  \n \n \n \nFour bodhisattvas!: Brenda Erickson\, Dick Willis\, Jude Russell & Jack Baird \n  \n  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nNovember 11\, 2021 \n  \nBeginning My Studies \n  \nBeginning my studies the first step pleas’d me so much\, \nThe mere fact consciousness\, these forms\, the power of motion\, \nThe least insect or animal\, the senses\, eyesight\, love\, \nThe first step I say awed me and pleas’d me so much\, \nI have hardly gone and hardly wish’d to go any farther\, \nBut stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs. \n  \n—Walt Whitman \n  \n  \nMy Recipe for Living a Life Rich in Meaning \n  \nWhat I would like to do in this essay is to provide some clues as to how to find your way to the Golden World\, and live there. This is my recipe. You have to create your own. That’s part of the fun. Make the most of the fact that there has never been and will never be another you.  \n  \nTo live a life rich in meaning\, the first thing is to have that as an aspiration. A much more common goal in our society is simply to get rich. Rich in money and rich in meaning are not the same thing. My basic idea is: Since life is short and each day is precious\, I want to BLESS THIS DAY.  \n  \nThere is not some other day to be happy. Today is the day. \n  \nSome of the ingredients that make my life rich in meaning include: love\, silence\, books\, friends\, creativity\, gratitude and being helpful to others. \n  \nWe all need to love and be loved. One of my constant aspirations is to become a more loving person. We learn to love by loving and being loved. I have the extreme good fortune to be living with Nancy\, who loves me and who I love. We’ve been living together for 15 years. We’re nuts about each other. Every day together is a good day.  \n  \nNancy and I got together when I was 55 years old. Since I was single at the time\, it means that all of my previous efforts to be in a loving relationship had not worked out\, and yet I learned a lot about loving from each of them. \n  \nThere is also Big Love—unconditional love for everyone and everything. Being in a loving relationship is one aspect of living in love. It nurtures and strengthens the bigger project of loving everyone\, of loving life. I don’t know exactly how or why it worked out this way\, but having a three-hour meaning-of-life dialogue every week for many years with a dozen or more friends in prison did a lot to open my heart. It made me softer. I cry more than most men do. In those prison circles\, we opened ourselves to each other. This gave everyone in the circle many blessings. We humans need each other more than we know. Our potential for loving has no limit. \n  \nPeace is something that is not given much attention in our society. By “peace” I mean here “inner peace”—what the Bible calls “the peace which passeth understanding.” My introduction to peace as a value to aspire to came from Indian yogis. First from books by J. Krishnamurti and Paramanhansa Yogananda\, then from spending time with two teachers I had when I was in my twenties\, Nataraja Guru and Nitya Chaitanya Yati. \n  \nMeditation and mindfulness are essential ingredients in my recipe for living a life rich in meaning—the most essential. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without them. More miserable\, for sure. They provide the foundation for whatever peace and love and happiness and freedom I have. It feels to me like I have a lot of those things. Every day of my life is filled with blessings. As I look around\, everything appears miraculous to me. I am thankful for my human life on earth. \n  \nMy Paradise is a library. I live surrounded by books. Each one is a world. Some of the authors and even some of the fictional characters are among my closest friends. I love Walt Whitman and Alice\, who has adventures in Wonderland and through the Looking-Glass. I hated school. As soon as I dropped out of college\, I began to read whatever I wanted to. I read widely\, going from subject to subject and author to author as the mood strikes me. I get endless pleasure from this. As for living a life rich in meaning\, there is no building more packed with meaning\, from floor to ceiling\, than a library. My own library contains a lot of books by people who are especially good on the subject of living a meaningful life. Some of my favorites\, to whom\, I return again and again\, include: Thich Nhat Hanh\, Susan Griffin\, Joseph Campbell\, Wendell Berry\, Walt Whitman\, J. Krishnamurti\, Alan Watts\, Hafiz\, William Shakespeare\, Ramana Maharshi\, Shunryu Suzuki\, Lao Tzu\, Thomas Traherne\, Ralph Waldo Emerson and Han Shan. It’s a much longer list\, but these are some of the people whose writings most reliably enrich my life. \n  \nFriends enrich my life. If I look at my life\, it appears that my vocation is gathering people together. For many years\, I would make waffles at my house (or apartment) every Sunday and have somewhere around 2o people come over. For thirteen years I had a weekly dialogue group at a prison with around 16 people sitting in a circle and talking about—guess what!—how to live a life rich in meaning. The original title of the dialogue group was: The Stories We Tell Ourselves: How Our Thinking Shapes Our Lives. I love this kind of deep dialogue. I like to get together with friends for coffee or tea—often one-on-one—and talk about everything under the sun\, but especially about what is most important\, or essential\, or meaningful to us in that moment. During the current pandemic\, when it has been harder to get together with others\, I’ve done a lot of videoconferencing on Zoom. \n  \nThere are well-worn roads of religious belief and practice that one might go down\, but the only way I know through first-hand experience\, is to create your own path by following your heart’s desire. I suspect that even if one chooses one of those well-travelled roads\, each person must find their own unique way of knowing\, believing and practicing that tradition. \n  \nIn addition to religious belief and practice\, some people live lives rich in meaning by devoting themselves to Art: theater\, music\, poetry\, dance\, painting—not to mention other arts\, like gardening\, cooking\, woodworking\, knitting\, filmmaking\, et cetera. My friend Abe goes hiking\, skiing and camping in the Montana wilderness. He takes beautiful photos of some of the things he sees. He reports that his journeys give him great joy. \n  \nCreativity enriches our lives in mysterious ways. Theater is a realm in which I have had many adventures\, as an actor and director. I haven’t given myself fully to an art form in the way that some of my art heroes have: Bill T. Jones\, Ushio Amagatsu\, Peter Schumann\, Wes Anderson\, Tom Waits\, Susan Griffin\, Rick Bartow—to name a few. One of my current role models is the fictional character Ted Lasso. I want to be more like him! \n  \nI’ve done some writing\, and would like to do more. I’ve written some essays\, poems\, short stories and theater pieces. I’ve kept a journal for fifty years. The journal has helped me to better understand my life journey. I also use it as a tool to help me find my way to the Golden World every morning. \n  \nHelping others is another thing that enriches our life and gives meaning to it. Life is short. It often seems to me that the world’s problems are large\, I am puny\, and whatever I do won’t make much of a difference in the Big Picture. One of the things I tell myself when I’m having those thoughts\, is that one kind act makes a whole life worthwhile. Everyone enjoys being helpful\, when an opportunity arises. I know some people who don’t wait—they are always finding ways to help someone. I’m thinking of Brenda Erickson\, Dick Willis\, Jude Russell and Jack Baird. Bodhisattvas all! \n  \nFollowing your heart’s desire may sound selfish\, but it’s important to distinguish between selfishness and self-care. I have often reminded my friends in prison that self-care is Job One. I remind them of this when they get out of prison\, for there are many challenges outside prison walls as well. Because our life is short and each day is precious\, we should be able to bless each day—to be thankful that we have a human life on earth. That’s another not-so-secret ingredient in my recipe for living a life rich in meaning: gratitude. At the most basic level\, the difference between complaining and giving thanks is the difference between Hell and Heaven. \n  \nWhich brings me to another important thing that I wanted to include in my recipe—coming to understand that every day\, from moment to moment\, we create the world in which we live. The stories we tell ourselves are our world. It’s important to distinguish between the world and my world\, as Wittgenstein pointed out long ago. The world includes everything that has ever happened\, and everything that is happening right now. It is beyond our ken\, not only because it is so vast\, but because it is changing from moment to moment. My world is the world as I experience it and understand it and know it and feel it\, from moment to moment. At times\, I may feel powerless to change the world\, but I can be sovereign of my inner world and how I process my experience. A happy person lives in a friendly world. An angry person lives in a world full of assholes. A person who lives in love\, lives in love. \n  \nThis is not to deny or minimize\, even for a moment\, the vast amount of injustice and suffering that is always going on in the world. Right now\, there are many places in our world where food is scarce and machine guns are plentiful. This is not acceptable\, since all children are our children. Each of us must do what we can to make this world a better place for all our human\, animal and plant friends\, for all the rivers and forests and ecologies of every kind.  \n  \nPeace and love and joy and freedom and gratitude and beauty and wisdom are all intrinsically good for us. Where self-care comes in is by nurturing these qualities in ourselves\, so that we can bring them to every encounter we have with each other\, with all beings and with our Mother Earth. \n  \nWell\, that’s about what I’ve got this morning as far as a recipe goes for living a life rich in meaning. I have a very limited repertoire. Apologies to pen pals\, readers of this journal\, and other friends who have heard me say all this before. \n  \n—Johnny Stallings
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SUMMARY:Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue  11/15/21
DESCRIPTION:photo by Kim Stafford \n  \n  \nOpen Road Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue \n  \n  \n  November 15\, 2021 \n  \nIn childhood\, you could look miles across a cookie\, and never see the other side. \n  \n—William Stafford \n* \n  \n(This poem by Alex Tretbar is part of a much longer poem called “Cat’s Game.”) (JS) \n  \nINDRA’S NET \n  \nEven gods & holy \nmen have their toys \n& tools of trade: \n  \nHermes the caduceus \n& Jehova His burning bush \n& Odin his ravens \n& the Buddha a stone himself. \n  \nAnd there is elephant-throned Indra \nwith his jewel-bedecked net. \n  \nWhat does he catch with it? \n  \nNothing (everything)\, actually. \nThe net lies draped in the air \naround his castle\, and all matter \nreflects & refracts \nthrough the facet clusters stationed \nat every X of the mesh—infinite gems\, \n  \nall of which link to the others. \nPeer into one & peer into all: \nsee  your face \nas though through a fly’s  \ncomposite eyes\, see your face \nsuperimposed over \nevery human face to grow \n& fade\, all faces of clock & moon\, \nsurface of all waters \nboth quiet & vengeful \nthe original \n  \n     drop \n  \nof cytoplasm \nfrom every star’s vantage— \nall of the brittle cosmos \ncaught up in a fractal \nself-repeating\, coiling \nwithout pause within \nyour eye. \n  \nNo one is to blame. \n  \n—Alex Tretbar \n* \n  \n(Katie Radditz sent this story from Loren Eiseley\, author of The Immense Journey.) (JS) \n  \nWhile wandering a deserted beach at dawn\, stagnant in my work\, I saw a man in the distance bending and throwing as he walked the endless stretch toward me. As he came near\, I could see that he was throwing starfish\, abandoned on the sand by the tide\, back into the sea. When he was close enough I asked him why he was working so hard at this strange task. He said that the sun would dry the starfish and they would die. I said to him that I thought he was foolish. There were thousands of starfish on miles and miles of beach. One man alone could never make a difference. He smiled as he picked up the next starfish. Hurling it far into the sea he said\, “It makes a difference for this one.” I abandoned my writing and spent the morning throwing starfish. — Loren Eiseley \n  \n(Katie adds:) \n  \nIt’s a fabulous reminder when we feel guilty that we are not doing more to help.  What’s important is to do what we love—for those who come along our path. This is a tale for living a magical life\, just appreciating that we and all these amazing beings are alive.   \n  \n—Katie Radditz \n* \n  \n(Here are some excerpts from Michel’s meditation journal. The numbers refer to sections from Your True Home by Thich Nhat Hanh.) (JS) \n  \nOctober 10\, 2021  #177  THE INDIVISIBLE BODY OF REALITY \n  \n….I have learned sometime back—how far\, I don’t recall—that everything is part of the whole. Some may say\, “I see a unified reality\,” as in\, “We’re all in this together.” And I agree. For me\, this goes deeper. Since I adopted a view of the original cause of all things as GOD—(drawing deeply from Jewish sources\, along with an Evangelical Protestant Christian upbringing)—I perceive this omnipresent Being (God is everywhere at all times—beyond time\, even) of infinite power created\, first\, a space in infinite reality for this reality to exist. Many traditions have looked for explanation of whys and wherefores. I’ve learned to accept some of what I can’t know—hoping benevolence over malevolence. \n  \nBy retracting some of the infinitude of GOD\, GOD made space for me—or even for “me\,” with all the so-called negatives (“bad”) and positives (“good”) I may bring forth in this world. I see this world as a creation to allow the Infinite-All-That-Is (unity) to experience relationship\, which requires “other.” I base this on: If GOD is ALL\, then there is no…thing else. Any other would be subsumed into GOD’s ALL—as a candle’s light is subsumed by the sun\, yet even more so. What this contraction of All-That-Is idea does for me is to create a space for “me” to exist\, along with my present “reality\,” and I am able to experience relationships to other people\, to other beings (sentient or not)\, and to All-That-Is. Under all this is an interconnection between all things. We may not see it\, or even want to do so—that’s okay. This connection informs\, for me\, that were GOD to reveal the infinite to man\, we would cease to exist as individuals\, and interdependence would meld back into the Ultimate Unity\, as all “things” once again became The One\, Source-of-All. \n  \nInterconnectedness is probably easier to contemplate than my personal glimpse of reality. Sadly\, the view doesn’t always hold to the forefront of my mind\, and so I “fall” victim to interpreted reality (based on Ego)\, losing sight of just how deeply interconnected we all are in this “now” moment\, and I see myself as independent and alone. \n  \nThis “alone”-ness is just a fabrication of mind attempting to assert a control over reality\, claiming independence from “others\,” and forgetting the value of a reality where “We’re all in this present moment together.” The Buddha taught “the three poisons” as his way of explaining in simple human terms what he came to see as the Ultimate Reality (he named “Nirvana”-paradise). However we learn to label and accept reality as it is—(exploring Ultimate Reality at times)—we can eventually learn to see a connection to all other “beings” and “things” within this reality. It isn’t easy to explain and/or wrap a mind around. Forgive me my simple fallibility\, as I am also part of you\, as much you are a precious part of my being too. \n  \n  \nOctober 14\, 2021  #181 A BABY CRIES \n  \nI wonder\, how many of us are scared of babies in some fashion—their neediness we can’t meet\, their fragility we may fracture\, their delicate frame\, or emotional state\, and more? Learning to see and embrace our emotional state of anger (or any emotional state) as our suffering baby within\, holding and comforting him or her: this seems foreign to me\, yet it also makes some sense in the world of mindfulness. When we engage our playful side\, and imagine emotional states\, such as anger\, as fragile\, delicate babies in much need of gentleness and loving care—then\, maybe\, we can also imagine ourselves giving loving tender care as we hope we might\, instead of what we fear we might do as an alternative. Maybe I’m the only one (not likely) to have trepidation when it comes to babies in general\, and\, specifically\, to holding or comforting one. It has been many years since I’ve been around a baby. It can’t be too “hard” to do. I can imagine\, pretend doing what I want\, even now\, when I feel distressed and upset. And in doing so I’m imagining what I can do for that core expression of my emotional state. That would be mindfulness. \n  \n  \nOctober 26\, 2021  #188  IDEAS OF HAPPINESS \n  \nThis one is so very true. I have seen this in my own life\, as well as numerous others. There is an oblivion we develop around ideas of happiness: If only…when I get/do/become…etc….then I’ll be happy. Yet\, how often do we find ourselves in the “ideal” and still not happy! Have you ever noticed this in your own life\, or that of others? (Sometimes I can see my own challenges more clearly when they are part of someone else’s life challenges.) \n  \nSo\, what does it really take for us to be truly happy? How do we get there? Or is it\, like many lessons I’ve learned\, already present fully developed and waiting to be “let out”? What do you think? Is this plausible? What’s your experience of this? \n  \nAt one point I had to learn (again?) what happiness was—an absence of sadness. Thankfully\, I had a great friend to help me talk my way out of the morass I had put myself into. (A story for another day.) It was the oddest idea at the time: If I wasn’t “sad\,” then I must be feeling happy! There’s lots of books and ideas about finding your happiness. Thây offers the simplest and easiest path to realize the happiness present already. \n  \n  \nOctober 28\, 2021  #189  THE APPLE TREE \n  \nThe first part of this reminds me of the Gravenstein apple tree in my grandparents’ back yard. The apples were great for applesauce. I loved them best when they were underripe—tart and yet sweet\, with a crisp crunch. They never became mealy\, like red or yellow Delicious. They were also good for pies! But I digress. Thây’s point was about paying attention—being mindful of living beings: (entities\, not all of which are sentient). It’s not hard to do\, just pay attention and act on what you observe in the moment; no grand schemes or plans required. Just be in the now…. \n  \nI haven’t seen a tree in over 14 years. Not up close or on any sort of regular basis. But I am surrounded by plenty of beings in need (?) of my attentive presence in the now. I can give that to them\, and myself too\, by remembering to breathe and not attach to what happens—what I hear\, or what others do. I can set an intention to be\, to be present\, to be attentive (as needed)\, to respond (as needed)\, and to offer compassion for that being. Maybe that’s your Apple Tree too?! Watch ‘em grow. \n  \n—Michel Deforge \n* \n  \nEach leaf of grass\, each single spear\, whether it be green blade or brown blade\, is the resting place of each night’s dreams that turn into mist and dew. \n  \nSome of the dreams grow into the ground to grow once again more loves to hold more dreams\, while some evaporate into sky and return to the lakes\, rivers and seas\, and become dreams once again. \n  \nOn a full-moon night\, when all is covered in mist and dew\, upon the grass a million drops will rest like shivering diamonds twinkling in the moonlight. The grass in a small patch could hold the dreams of the whole world for us to behold. \n  \n—Rocky Hutchinson \n* \n  \nReflections in the Heart (#332) \n  \n“Everything—the trees\, the wind\, the birds\, the mountains\, everything inside us and around us—wants to reflect itself in us. We don’t have to go anywhere to obtain the truth. We only need to be still\, and things will reveal themselves in the still water of our heart.” (from Your True Home by Thich Nhat Hanh) \n  \nThank goodness! Is this telling me that I don’t have to apologize for\, or explain\, or defend my lack of desire to travel??? To be somewhere else—some exotic\, exciting\, stimulating somewhere else? Everybody I know loves and lives for travel: Italy\, Argentina\, Croatia\, Greece… And as soon as they return\, they’re planning for the next great adventure. And I’m sure they all are ‘great adventures.’ They say to me\, “You have the time\, you have the money\, why don’t you just go?” But… I love being here\, right here\, at home. \n  \nHere is my thought: we moved away from Portland fourteen years ago. Ever since then\, when people ask me what’s our next travel plan\, what’s our next destination\, I reply\, “Here. Right here. We are the destination! Nowhere to go. This is it.” \n  \nAnd there is a delicious stillness to it. People say\, “But don’t you feel isolated up there? Don’t you feel alone?” Isolated\, no. Alone— deliciously\, yes. And some people say\, “Isn’t it…boring? Sometimes?” No way. Why\, just the other day\, while walking Lolo up on the canal\, I encountered a pickup truck with two young guys. They hopped out and asked if I had seen a couple of cows wandering around loose. “Why no\,” I said\, “I haven’t. Where did they wander away from?” “Oh\, from the Mountain Meat Packing Company up there on Miller Road.” I burst out laughing and said\, “Well\, friends\, if I see them I’m going to round them up and hide them in my back yard!” So in that random encounter I sure wouldn’t call any part of it boring. Would you? I thought not. And moreover\, if I don’t want to feel alone\, I can drive two miles up to Parkdale\, population 430—a bustling metropolis—and hang out at the post office. \n  \nWhen I am alone\, when things are in their stillness\, I can—as I call it—ponder and wander. It is when my thoughts can have the space to be the most creative\, and ‘productive\,’ (e.g. thoughts becoming material for a short story)\, or when things just settle into quietude. I am not isolated. I am not alone. \n  \nMy heart is in my home; my home is in my heart.  \n  \n—Jude Russell \n* \n  \nA humble recent poem in case it might be useful. \n  \nI woke up with the phrase in mind\, “Friendly corner.” What that mean? I asked this in my mind\, and into my mind came the image of a great old tree…so I wrote the poem to learn the story of this good thing: \n  \n  \n                    Friendly Corner \n  \nPeople use it to give directions. For neighbors\,  \nit’s the nexus. If we had no church or school\, \nthis is where we’d gather\, for it’s all about  \nthe great old tree—that’s why children come. \nFor the wee ones\, a root hump throne makes you  \nqueen of all you see. A little older\, you can ride  \nthe long low limb for horse\, and race the wind.  \nOlder yet\, climb ladder branches to find the hollow  \nhouse for dreams. Is it any wonder mothers meet \nto share their joys and sorrows? Sometimes fathers\,  \ntoo. Is this where you want to live\, and what you  \nwant to see? There’s just one way: plant the tree. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nWith our thoughts we create worlds\, then live in them. Each day\, sometimes from one moment to the next\, we might find ourself in a Hell. Or a Paradise. Once we get the hang of it\, perfect happiness can be ours in the blink of an eye. Our life is short. This day is precious. There is no other. \n  \nA few days after I wrote the previous brief meditation\, I was inspired by Michel’s meditation\, A BABY CRIES. Thich Nhat Hanh had written that we should treat our anger the way a mother would treat a crying baby\, by holding it tenderly. In his meditation\, Michel begins by saying: “I wonder\, how many of us are scared of babies in some fashion—their neediness we can’t meet\, their fragility we may fracture\, their delicate frame\, or emotional state\, and more?” In the July issue\, I proposed that people try a baby meditation: imagining being a baby\, looking out at the world without language\, concepts\, identity\, regrets\, or problems. Michel’s meditation made me imagine another meditation. Here it is: \n  \nWhen you are by yourself\, and no one is watching\, cross your arms across your chest and imagine that you are holding a newborn baby against your body. Really feel it! Okay\, now imagine that the baby is you. Hold your baby self tenderly in your arms and love your baby self with all your heart. \n  \nThat’s the meditation. We all need to love ourself. For many people this is difficult. For some\, it feels almost impossible. We all started our life journey as tiny babies. That innocent\, fragile\, perfect being is who we are. I’m hoping that this meditation will help us to feel deeply the truth of this. \n  \nThis might also be a healing exercise for those who\, like Michel\, have not been around a baby for many years. \n  \n—Johnny Stallings \n* \n  \nNot long ago I came across a poem that Jack Kerouac wrote to his former wife (Kerouac being the beat-era writer who inspired many of us to lead FULL lives\, no matter what).  His poem includes this little passage that I’ve been savoring since I read it: \n  \nPractice kindness all day to everybody \nand you will realize you’re already \nin heaven now. \n  \nThanks Jack\, and thanks Johnny.       \n  \nlove\,    \n  \n—Bill Faricy \n* \n  \n(As I was putting the finishing touches on this dialogue\, I discovered a fresh new poem on Kim’s FaceBook page. It’s perfect for our Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue.) (JS) \n  \n     My Infrastructure \n  \nThat gate latch—loose. \nShovel and hoe—dull. \nDripping faucet—priority. \nFrayed shoelace—on the list. \nConnectivity—upgrade overdue. \nBasement storage—disaster. \nEyes\, teeth\, weight\, feet— \nyears of deferred maintenance. \nPreparation for the big one—a joke. \nGrasp of reality—in shambles. \nSo—where to begin? \n  \n—Kim Stafford
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