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SUMMARY:Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue  1/15/22
DESCRIPTION:Hotei \n  \nOpen Road Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue \n  \n  January 15\, 2022 \n  \nLive light\, travel light\, spread the light\, be the light. \n—tag on Yogi Tea bag \n  \nEvery thing that lives is Holy. \n—William Blake \n  \nEach thought\, each action in the sunlight of awareness becomes sacred. In this light\, no boundary exists between the sacred and the profane. \n—Thich Nhat Hanh\, from Your True Home\, #269 \n  \nKen Margolis sent this poem by our friend Dennis Wiancko: \n  \n      Our Mother’s Prayer \n  \nOur Mother\, Whose name is Earth\, \nHallowed be Your ground \nAnd Your skies \nAnd Your rolling seas \n  \nYour gardens thrive; Your spirit alive \nThrough woodlands\, streams\, \nMountains and plains \nEverywhere \n  \nGrant us this day our needs for tomorrow \nAnd refresh us with Your living waters \n  \nForgive us our mistreatment \nAs we would forgive those who cause you harm \n  \nLift us from negligence\, and deliver us from greed\, \nFor Yours is the home\, and the beauty\, \nAnd the life that sustains us\, \nAnd we would love\, respect\, and care for You \nNow and ever\, ever forward. \n  \n—R. Dennis Wiancko 2016 \n* \n  \nKim sent a poem and some thoughts from the Dalai Lama.  \n  \n      Etiquette of Thought \n  \nWhen first you wake\, you may wonder \nwithout knowing. Dream work still rules. \nThen\, the coffee\, you begin to know \nwithout saying. The mind has a mind \nof its own. When others wake\, you may \nsay without asking\, caught in your own \nlittle world. But with luck\, a little grace\, \nyou may then ask and listen\, and by this \nblessing\, work your way back to wonder. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n  \nHere is what a friend told me she learned from the Dalai Lama when he visited her nonprofit in India: \n  \nKindness brings joyfulness \nservice to others brings joyfulness \nwe are made for goodness \nthe gift of suffering makes us appreciate joy  \njoy is our work of giving joy to others \nhappiness is a result of kindness  \nwell being is a skill  \nwhile you are alive your life should be meaningful  \n  \n—Dalai Lama \n* \n  \n[There is a] marvelous story in the world of Zen Buddhism where the man is standing on the hill in the distance and a group of people come along and see him standing there and begin to wonder why he’s standing there. So they have quite a full discussion of the possibilities of what caused him to be standing there. When they finally  reach him\, they say we’ve been having this discussion about why you’re standing here. Which one of us is right? He says\, I have no reason. I’m just standing here. \n  \n—John Cage\, from Musicage: Cage Muses on Words Art Music\, p. 129 \n* \n  \nJason Beito shared this from his friend Steve Decker\, who recently released to Portland. Steve is a student of Siddha Yoga. \n  \nTo celebrate gratitude is to express gratitude. \n  \nThe origin of the word “sacrifice” is: “to make sacred.” \n  \n“Love is\, first and foremost\, sacrifice. More than passion\, romantic declarations\, or outer expressions of loyalty and faith. Where there is true love\, there is a willingness to give one’s essence in its service—whether as a mother who sacrifices for her children\, a leader for his country\, a seeker to his spiritual practices\, or an artist to his art.”—Siddha Yoga \n  \n“A man who enjoys what is given by the gods \nwithout offering something in return\, \nhe is a thief and lives in vain.”—the Vedas \n  \nLet’s make our lives Sacred. \n  \nThanks for what you give to me \nand to so many others. \n  \n—Jason Beito \n* \nFor me\, the beginning of each day is an important time. I like to find my way to what I call “The Golden World.” When I feel that I am “in” the Golden World\, everything is beautiful\, perfect\, miraculous. I silently say “thank you.” Thought and language fall away. Without a care in the world\, I feel slightly elated. I have no problems. No ambitions. No fears. No boundary. There is no distinction between “me” and “the world.” This nameless feeling is quite lovely. It’s Paradise.  \n  \nAs the day goes on\, and I get busy with various activities\, I like to take good care of my feelings of peace and love and happiness. I want to see everyone I meet\, including my plant and animal friends\, as the beautiful luminous beings we are. \n  \nI got a new book by Thich Nhat Hanh yesterday: Zen and the Art of Saving the Planet. It’s edited from his talks and writings by Sister True Dedication. I like this poem. It reminds me of a poem by Walt Whitman: \n  \nI have been looking for you\, my child\, \nSince the time when rivers and mountains still lay in obscurity. \nI was looking for you when you were still in a deep sleep\, \nAlthough the conch had many times \nEchoed in the ten directions. \nFrom our ancient mountain I looked at distant lands \nAnd recognized your steps on so many different paths. \nWhere are you going? \n  \nIn former lifetimes you have often taken my hand \nAnd we have enjoyed walking together. \nWe have sat for long hours at the foot of old pine trees. \nWe have stood side by side in silence \nListening to the sound of the wind softly calling us \nAnd looking up at the white clouds floating by. \nYou have picked up and given to me the first red autumn leaf \nAnd I have taken you through forests deep in snow. \nBut wherever we go\, we always return to our \nAncient mountain to be near to the moon and stars\, \nTo invite the great bell every morning to sound\, \nAnd help all beings to wake up. \n  \n—from “At the Edge of the Forest\,” by Thich Nhat Hanh \n  \n  \n      We Two\, How Long We Were Fool’d \n  \nWe two\, how long we were fool’d\, \nNow transmuted\, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes\, \nWe are Nature\, long have we been absent\, but now we return\, \nWe become plants\, trunks\, foliage\, roots\, bark\, \nWe are bedded in the ground\, we are rocks\, \nWe are oaks\, we grow in the openings side by side\, \nWe browse\, we are two among the wild herds spontaneous as any\, \nWe are two fishes swimming in the sea together\, \nWe are what locust blossoms are\, we drop scent around lanes mornings and evenings\, \nWe are also the coarse smut of beasts\, vegetables\, minerals\, \nWe are two predatory hawks\, we soar above and look down\, \nWe are two resplendent suns\, we it is who balance ourselves orbic and stellar\, we are as two comets\, \nWe prowl fang’d and four-footed in the woods\, we spring on prey\, \nWe are two clouds forenoons and afternoons driving overhead\, \nWe are seas mingling\, we are two of those cheerful waves rolling over each other and interwetting each other\, \nWe are what the atmosphere is\, transparent\, receptive\, pervious\, impervious\, \nWe are snow\, rain\, cold\, darkness\, we are each product and influence of the globe\, \nWe have circled and circled till we have arrived home again\, we two\, \nWe have voided all but freedom and all but our own joy. \n  \n—Walt Whitman \n  \n  \n—Johnny Stallings \n* \n  \nFirst\, a disclaimer: These monthly musings of mine from Your True Home are appearing to me to be less worldly and philosophical and more self-absorbed than others’ entries. Maybe it’s okay; these ‘everyday wisdoms’ of Thich Nhat Hanh force me to be self-reflective\, and I guess its about time—-just a couple weeks away from turning 78\, I’m thinking maybe Socrates is right about the unexamined life. So. \n  \n#111-Taking Care of the Future \n“The future is being made out of the present\, so the best way to take care of the future is to take care of the present moment. This is logical and clear. Spending a lot of time speculating and worrying about the future is totally useless. We can only take care of our future by taking care of the present moment\, because the future is made out of only one substance: the present. Only if you are anchored in the present can you prepare well for the future.” \n  \nWhew\,  I’m in luck\, because I am not a planner\, not an organizer\, not a ‘projectionist.’  “Goals” is a foreign word to me. In my late 30s\, post divorce\, I took a business class for artists\, and the instructor asked us to write down our ‘short term goals\,’ and our ‘long term goals.’ Huh?!?!? What’s that? Okay- 1. to make enough money for my daughter and me\, and 2. to be rich and famous hahaha (groan\, yes\, I wrote that).  Next question: What is your business plan to accomplish these goals?  Umm\, well\, like in the card game of Hearts\, I’ll shoot the moon! Meaning\, I’ll just go all out\, risk everything\, and just do it!  Fortunately\, there was no grading in that class. \n  \nAnd my almost-80-year-old husband keeps asking almost-78-year-old me how long\, how many years\, I think we can stay in this house\, with its ever lengthening staircase\, menacing throw rugs nipping at our toes\, and acre of whining\, demanding property to care for. Well\, forever! Climbing those stairs twenty time a day keeps us strong; tripping on throw rugs is good practice for balance\, and…oh\, just look at this peony.  \n  \nI should be thinking of the future\, but I keep forgetting. If I try to think ahead I get sidetracked\, distracted by something that’s happening right then: OMG\, Lolo’s fur is sooo soft on my cheek. I’ve never had a dog whose fur smelled so sweet. And she’s an old dog. Don’t old dogs smell? Lolo\, you’re the sweetest.  \n  \nSame with anger\, resentment\, worry. I can be stewing away vigorously about something—that guy in front of me is flipping snow all over me from his snowshoes. I should tell him how to stop doing…OH! Look at this!! It’s snowing tiny flakes and they look like diamonds sparkling with the sun shining behind them. Or fireflies! Yeah\, fireflies\, blinking on and off… \n  \nBut back to Taking Care of the Future; I trust TNH\, but I don’t quite understand how being anchored in the present can prepare you well for the future. Doesn’t ‘anchored’ mean ‘stuck?’ Shouldn’t you replace ‘worrying’ with the more positive word\, ‘planning?’ How does noticing dog fur and snowflakes help me prepare for the future? I’m serious.  \n  \n—Jude Russell \n* \n  \nHere is something I have been meditating on for some time now. \n       \nMercy and forgiveness. I used to think that these two kindnesses could only be truly given by those who you had wronged. But if we can’t forgive ourselves first\, the forgiveness given can not be truly accepted by us.  \n        \nThere recently came a time when I finally was able to forgive myself. I had hated the person I USED to be\, and for years kept doing this ritual of inner self abuse for the pain I had caused others.  \n         \nI had a good dose of my past life recently and I could not function in that way any longer. I no longer was that person. Confused\, I meditated.  \n  \nThis man that I am now would never do the things the old man would do. The very thought is unpalatable to me now in every way. A person that has gone through such a massive life reformation should be allotted a small dose of mercy\, a reprieve from sins of a damaged past life—a life that was poisoned from birth by people who were themselves abused. No one is to blame. No one. It is the world and if I have seen the change in myself others must see it too. I feel I have grown into a remorseful man\, guilty of what I did\, and extremely repentant. \n  \n—Rocky Hutchinson \n* \n  \n(Rocky’s words remind me of King Lear’s: “None does offend. None\, I say. None.”) (JS) \n  \nBelow is a quote from Alan Lightman (who wrote Einstein’s Dreams) that I have saved to my computer. Every so often I open the file and am inspired again by his vast vision.  \n  \n“The individual atoms\, cycled through wind and water and soil\, cycled through generations and generations of living creatures and minds\, will repeat and connect and make a whole out of parts. Although impermanent\, they make a permanence. Although scattered they make a totality.”  \n  \nIt reminds me that we don’t have to create or forge connections–everything is already in that state of union. It is just necessary to see past fog and illusion to the very interknit whole that we all are. Here are two poems of mine that express the same idea in slightly different ways. \n  \n  \nDirt’s Revelation \n  \nUnearthed in Sussex\, the now un-favored\, \nalmost forgotten word\, smeuse\, \ndescribing holes small animals make\, \npassageways through hedges and forest\, \nfrom lawn to lawn\, a hidey-hole\, smeuse\, \nthe unknown word once familiar\, \nnow waiting to be noticed\, little path \nin the dark from your heart to mine\, \nboth of us looking askance\, \npretending not to see but knowing \nall along this hidden world is life saving\, \nessential\, our worlds interwoven \nand dependent on the other. \nSmeuse\, word and passage\, \nis only an excuse \nwhere we pretend to be alone \nneeding connection. \nOh\, lovely play acting\, our face-saving \nlittle charm where we live as separate— \nbut the tunneling smeuse \nbetrays us in the dirt\, excavating \nthe truth of our necessary complicity \nand consummation. \n  \n  \nTime’s Velocity \n  \nThe water like glass\, we look  \nand see ourselves transparent\,  \nthen rippled and below \nare rounded rocks\, small fish.  \nCold eddies form around our hands  \nas we reach in trying to touch  \nthe reflected clouds\, ourselves\, a shadow. \nThe flow keeps moving farther and deeper  \nwhile the smell of water\, of time\, of glass  \nall mingle\, flaring our nostrils. \nWe wonder where have those hours gone\, \nnow years\, now memories we reach for\, \nso electric\, so evanescent. \n  \n—Deborah Buchanan \n* \n  \nHappy New Year. So glad to be here together. I’ve been thinking about New year’s resolutions.    \n  \nI’m living with a Young Thai woman in the household now. My son’s wife. In Thailand and other Buddhist cultures\, the New Year is highly celebrated with lights\, lanterns\, and joy. Of course it isn’t 30 degrees there and snowing.    \n  \nRather than resolutions about doing things\, they set intentions for how they want to be. Right intention is one of the paths on the eightfold path. Being in loving relationship with ourselves\, one another and with all beings on earth is what we are dedicated to on the Open Road. Here is something from the powerful bell hooks to give us a little boost for a new year:  \n   \nbell hooks died in December and her work is now celebrated in all sorts of arenas. She was an African American author\, teacher\, academic and social activist. In a career spanning four decades\, she has explored and written on a variety of themes including racism\, feminism\, culture and education. Her work has centered on identifying and challenging systems of oppression and discrimination which are based on race\, sex and class. In her last years she was most influenced by the teachings and life of Thich Nhat Hanh. Here is an excerpt from one of her talks where she speaks about her realization about the importance of Love as a practice for transformation.   \n  \nToward a Worldwide Culture of Love  \n  \nBY BELL HOOKS| JUNE 8\, 2021  \n  \n“Fundamentally\, the practice of love begins with acceptance—the recognition that wherever we are is the appropriate place to practice\, that the present moment is the appropriate time. But for so many of us our longing to love and be loved has always been about a time to come\, a space in the future when it will just happen\, when our hungry hearts will finally be fed\, when we will find love. . . ( She attended a conference that was more like a Love-In than an intellectual gathering about social justice and experienced a great shift). . .  Sacred presence was there\, a spirit of love and compassion like spring mist covered us\, and loving-kindness embraced me and my words. This is always the measure of mindful practice—whether we can create the conditions for love and peace in circumstances that are difficult\, whether we can stop resisting and surrender\, working with what we have\, where we are.”  \n  \nThe practice of love\, says bell hooks\, is the most powerful antidote to the politics of domination. She traces her thirty-year meditation on love\, power\, and Buddhism\, and concludes it is only love that transforms our personal relationships and heals the wounds of oppression.  \n  \nHer story makes me think about the shift that has taken place for all of us during performances in prison. When the production comes out of love and tolerance and caring during dialogue group then there is a magical transfer to creating a work of art that has meaning for us all.   \n  \nThis feeling seeps through our meditation and mindfulness conversation\, as we read together and reflect on our own practice\, alone but also together in a sangha that knows no walls. It is like our interbeing relationship with Thay as a writer and teacher; he is here because we are here\, responding with one another.  \n  \nin gratitude for your ongoing practice and presence everyone\,     \n  \n—Katie Radditz \n 
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SUMMARY:NURTURING CULTURE & COMMUNITY
DESCRIPTION:We need to nurture culture and community during this time when our options for getting together are limited. Here are a few suggestions\, for starters: \nEvery other Sunday at 3\, please join us for Bibliophiles Unanimous!: The Open Road Literary Salon. \nSubscribe to The Open Road’s peace\, love\, happiness & understanding journal. Use the Contact form on this website to let us know if you’d like to get it in your inbox every other week. \nBrowse through the 375\,000 high-resolution images of public domain works from the collection of the Metropolitan Museum of Art! \nRight now (3/18/21) you can watch Zeina Daccache’s documentary “Johar Up In the Air” on the Catharsis Facebook page!  Zeina has been making her films available for free during this challenging time. It’s a rare opportunity to watch these great films. Don’t miss it! \nThe Fourth Shakespeare in Prisons Conference highlighted Ashley Lucas’ new book Prison Theatre and the Global Crisis of Incarceration. I interviewed Ashley for the September 3\, 2020 issue of peace\, love\, happiness & understanding. \nThe Metropolitan Opera shows a new opera every day starting at 4:30 pm (PDT). Each opera streams for 20 hours. Here’s the link to the Metropolitan Opera. \nThe Portland Japanese Garden  is open again. Hurray! \nVirtual group meditation daily at  The Village Zendo    \nHost a Zoom meeting of your own! It’s easy. I’m hosting two every week. I really love seeing and hearing my friends–some of whom are far away. \nWALT WHITMAN FUN: For two years now\, we have celebrated Walt Whitman’s birthday with a group reading of “Song of Myself” on Zoom at the end of May! You can also listen to an interview I did a couple years ago on Marfa Public radio: “Song of Myself” interview with Johnny Stallings . Perin Kerns turned me on to the amazing “Whitman\, Alabama” documentary by Jennifer Crandall\, which features a wonderful array of people reading verses from “Song of Myself.”  \nFollow Kim Stafford on Instagram and get inspired on a regular basis! \nEnjoy this song from Mexico\, Mexico Lindo y Querido\, thanks to Playing for Change! \nLots of adventure suggestions at  Virtual Concerts\, Play\, Museums\, et cetera    \nGet a poem-a-day from poets.org.   \nLOTS of ideas at The Social Distancing Festival! \nThe Random Acts of Kindness Foundation is brainstorming and heartstorming ideas. Check out their website and learn more. \npeace\, love & happiness \nJohnny \n 
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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  1/20/22
DESCRIPTION:Photo # 1  Yellowstone\, August 28\, 2018 (all photos by Abe Green) \n  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nJanuary 20\, 2022 \n  \n \nPhoto #2   Yellowstone\, August 28\, 2018 \n  \nPhotos 1 & 2 \n  \nYellowstone River (Paradise Valley). In 1806\, the Core of Discovery\, upon leaving Astoria area and re-entering Montana split up—with Lewis traveling via Marias and Missouri Rivers\, and Clark the Yellowstone. I often bring DeVoto’s edition edition of Lewis & Clark Journals along on floats here to read aloud by campfire to my fishing friends. \n  \nFriends! \n  \nI feel like I’m a member of this fantastic community of humans engaged in the fine art of self-realization! Like Stretch Armstrong (remember him?)\, I’m trying to stretch myself beyond the social\, cultural\, and religious structures that permeate our modern world. \n  \nThe big question is: “What the hell is really going on here?” \n  \nThe big answer: Well\, stay tuned. I know as I read the pages of peace\, love\, happiness & understanding and Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue\, listening to the discourse therein\, that we are helping one another. \n  \nAnd we are going in a good direction. I read somewhere\, \n  \n“Walk in a good direction\, end up in a good place.” \n  \nI thank you all—staff\, contributors\, and readers. My spirit prospers as a result of your earnest endeavor to be authentic. \n  \nAs a parting gesture\, I would like to suggest two books that have had an influence on my thinking and how I do that thinking: \n  \nSapiens: A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari \nThe Constitution of Knowledge: A Defense of Truth by Jonathan Rauch \n  \nPeace and Wellness… \n  \nAbe Gren   \n2022 \n  \n \nPhoto #3  Northwest Montana \n  \nI see this often during Winter and Summer. The view is looking east into Glacier Park from the top of Whitefish Ski Area. In Summer you can ride the lift with your mountain bike\, get the same scenery\, and then trail ride down. \n  \n \nPhoto #4  Spring Crocus with bee \n  \nDew & Honey \n  \nSip by sip in thimble cup \nthe meadow bees will drink it up \nthen ferry home to bounty’s hive \nflower’s flavor\, hum and thrive \nto show us how through word and song \nby gestures small and patience long \nin spite of our old foolish ways \nWe may fashion better days. \n  \nSo\, my friend\, come sip and savor \nsyllables as crumbs of pleasure— \nby honor in each conversation \nwe begin a better nation. \n  \n—Singer Come from Afar by Kim Stafford \n  \n  \n \nPhoto #5  Storm over Fresno \n  \nWeather cell moving east after furious rain/hail storm at Fresno Dam (North Central Montana) \n  \nRain \n  \nThe Beauty in the rain is expressed \nas wildflowers on the hillside. \nThe gift in the rain is accessible  \nas the bounty of our table. \nBemoan not the lack of sunshine \nbut rejoice in rain’s gift of life.  \nFor without the rain you and I do not exist. \n  \n—From the Other Side: Poetry and Stories by Neall Ryon \n  \n  \n \nPhoto #6  Beartooth Mountains peak (South Central Montana) \n  \nSince you’re not merely a body\, it is inestimable how much of the cosmos lies within the folds of your mind. I wonder if you know how much light\, love\, and peace you carry around. \n  \n—Love & Blessings: The Autobiography of Guru Nitya Chaitanya Yati \n  \n  \n \nPhoto #7  Clouds over Bearpaw Lake (North Central Montana) \n  \nNature offers up gifts of incredible beauty every day.But first we have to be there with eyes and heart wide open\, to witness in order to receive these precious gifts. Doesn’t matter where you are: backyard\, county road\, mountains\, city park\, even a prison yard! They’re for everyone\, with no barriers of color\, gender\, economics\, or religion. She says\, “Come one\, come all.” \n  \n \nPhoto #8  Hiking Glacier Park in August (Northwest Montana) \n  \n“If you don’t make time for your wellness\, you will be forced to make time for your illness.” \n  \n \nPhoto #9  Cutthroat Trout \n  \nI see in this fish\, in the grass\, in a bird\, a tree\, an ant\, and in myself the identical notes and words of a song played and sung across the cosmos. \n  \n \nPhoto #10  Reflection \n  \nAll that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts we make the world. What we think and what we believe creates the experience we have in life. As sure as the cart follows the ox\, we are what we think. \n  \n—Siddhartha Gautama Buddha\, c. 520 BC \n  \n  \n \nPhoto #11  On Big Horn River (North Central Wyoming) \n  \nFinding delight in the moment\, no matter what the circumstances! One of my most favorite photographs. \n  \nTo be continued… \n  \n  \nAbe sent 22 photographs\, with accompanying texts. Look for the rest in the next issue of peace\, love\, happiness & understanding.  (JS)
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