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SUMMARY:Kalidasa!  8/24/24
DESCRIPTION:  \n  \nKALIDASA \n  \nJohnny Stallings reads from the works of Kalidasa (circa 5th Century CE)\, India’s greatest poet and playwright. Dialogue follows. This is an Open Road event (openroadpdx.org).  \n  \nMuir Hall in Taborspace\, 5441 SE Belmont\, in Portland \nSaturday\, August 24th\, at 7 pm
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SUMMARY:¡Bardaphilia!: How to Put on a Play  8/9/24
DESCRIPTION:James Cagney as Pyramus and Joe E. Brown as Thisbe (1935) \n  \nBardaphilia! \n  \n“All the world’s a stage\, and all the men and women merely players…”  \n  \n¡Beloved Bardaphiles! \n  \nThis Friday evening (8/9/24) we will learn from Peter Quince\, Nick Bottom and their friends How to Put on a Play! We’ll see how they cast\, rehearse and perform “The Most Lamentable Comedy and Most Cruel Death of Pyramus and Thisbe.” We may even attempt a performance ourselves! If we do the result will be very tragical mirth! \n  \nIf you don’t already love Shakespeare\, this class will remedy that. And if you do…you know there’s nothing more fun than reading the plays and poems together with friends. Actor and director Johnny Stallings is the genial host.  \n  \nThis is an Open Road Event. Join us! \n  \nArtspace Room at Taborspace\, 5441 SE Belmont \nFriday evening\, August 9th\, 7-9 pm \nsuggested donation $5 per class   
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SUMMARY:¡BARDAPHILIA!: Horsing Around With Hamlet  8/2/24
DESCRIPTION:  \nBardaphilia! \n  \n“All the world’s a stage\, and all the men and women merely players…”  \n  \n¡Beloved Bardaphiles! \nThis Friday evening the plan is to Have Fun With Hamlet. We’ll perform the one-minute version\, talk to a skull\, kill each other…et cetera. I’ll provide the scripts. \nIf you don’t already love Shakespeare\, this class will remedy that. And if you do…you know there’s nothing more fun than reading the plays and poems together with friends. Actor and director Johnny Stallings is the genial host.  \nThis is an Open Road Event. Join us! \n  \nArtspace Room at Taborspace\, 5441 SE Belmont \nFriday evening\, August 2nd\, 7-9 pm \nsuggested donation $5 per class   
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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  8/1/24
DESCRIPTION:  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nAugust 1\, 2024 \n  \n        I put on my glasses \nto see the fog \n         more clearly \n  \n—John Brehm \n* \n  \nWalking Through a Wall \n  \nUnlike flying or astral projection\, walking through walls is a totally earth-related craft\, but a lot more interesting than pot making or driftwood lamps. I got started at a picnic up in Bowstring in the northern part of the state. A fellow walked through a brick wall right there in the park. I said\, ‘Say\, I want to try that.’ Stone walls are best\, then brick and wood. Wooden walls with fiberglass insulation and steel doors aren’t so good. They won’t hurt you. If your wall walking is done properly\, both you and the wall are left intact. It is just that they aren’t pleasant somehow. The worst things are wire fences\, maybe it’s the molecular structure of the alloy or just the amount of give in a fence\, I don’t know\, but I’ve torn my jacket and lost my hat in a lot of fences. The best approach to a wall is\, first\, two hands placed flat against the surface; it’s a matter of concentration and just the right pressure. You will feel the dry\, cool inner wall with your fingers\, then there is a moment of total darkness before you step through on the other side. \n  \n—Louis Jenkins \n* \n  \nWhat did the zen master say to the hot dog vender? \nMake me one with everything. \n  \nI was reminded of that joke because of the ending of a stop-action animated film we just watched\, Marcel the Shell With Shoes On\, about a one inch snail who has lost his family. It was sweet\, funny\, odd\, and unexpectedly touching. \n  \nBut I thought you’d especially like this excerpt from the end of the script\, in which Marcel is sitting on a window sill\, the window is open a crack\, and a breeze is blowing past him: \n  \nThe wind blows through Marcel’s shell\, creating a LOW PLAINTIVE HUM. \nMARCEL: Can you hear it? That’s it. That’s going through my shell.  \nWIDE ON THE ROOM  \nIt’s a normal laundry room. But in this moment\, in this afternoon light\, in this breeze\, we feel something transcendent.  \nMARCEL (V.O.): It connected me\, I felt\, to everything. Because if I wasn’t there the sound would never exist. I felt like everything was in pieces but when I stood there\, suddenly we were one large instrument. I like to go there a lot. Because it reminds me that I’m not just one separate piece rattling around in this place\, but that I’m part of a whole. And I truly enjoy the sound of myself connected to everything.  \nMarcel sits on an eraser\, looking out the window. His shell HUMS with the wind.  \nCUT TO BLACK  \n  \n—J Kahn \n* \n  \nI replied to J in an email: \n  \nThanks\, J. \n  \nSounds like my kind of movie. \n  \nWith the ending they are trying to say something very simple\, which is difficult to put into words–and is the most important thing in the world. \n  \nIn Act 3 of Our Town\, Emily feels that feeling and is brokenhearted that other people aren’t feeling it. \n  \nI don’t know if it is what Tom Waits is talking about in this song\, but the song is very evocative of something\, in any case: \n  \nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-c5L_45_gA \n  \nThat Feel \n  \nWell there’s one thing you can’t lose \nIt’s that feel \nYour pants\, your shirt\, your shoes \nBut not that feel \nYou can throw it out in the rain \nYou can whip it like a dog \nYou can chop it down like an old dead tree \nYou can always see it \nWhen you’re coming into town \nOnce you hang it on the wall \nYou can never take it down \n  \nBut there’s one thing you can’t lose \nAnd it’s that feel \nYou can pawn your watch and chain \nBut not that feel \nIt always comes and finds you \nIt will always hear you cry \nI cross my wooden leg \nAnd I swear on my glass eye \nIt will never leave you high and dry \nNever leave you loose \nIt’s harder to get rid of than tattoos \n  \nBut there’s one thing you can’t do \nIs lose that feel \nYou can throw it off a bridge \nYou can lose it in the fire \nYou can leave it at the altar \nBut it will make you out a liar \nYou can fall down in the street \nYou can leave it in the lurch \nWell you say that it’s gospel \nBut I know that it’s only church \n  \nAnd there’s one thing you can’t lose \nAnd it’s that feel \nIt’s that feel \n  \n–Tom Waits \n  \nAnd then there’s this poem\, which was in the April 1\, 2021 issue of peace\, love\, happiness & understanding. It’s good enough to share again: \n  \nNirvana \n  \nnot much chance\, \ncompletely cut loose from \npurpose\, \nhe was a young man \nriding a bus \nthrough North Carolina \non the way to somewhere \nand it began to snow \nand the bus stopped  \nat a little cafe \nin the hills \nand the passengers  \nentered. \nhe sat at the counter \nwith the others\, \nhe ordered and the  \nfood arrived. \nthe meal was \nparticularly \ngood  \nand the \ncoffee. \nthe waitress was  \nunlike the women \nhe had \nknown. \nshe was unaffected\, \nthere was a natural \nhumor which came \nfrom her. \nthe fry cook said \ncrazy things. \nthe dishwasher. \nin back\, \nlaughed\, a good \nclean \npleasant \nlaugh. \nthe young man watched \nthe snow through the \nwindows. \nhe wanted to stay \nin that cafe \nforever. \nthe curious feeling \nswam through him \nthat everything  \nwas \nbeautiful \nthere\, \nthat it would always \nstay beautiful \nthere. \nthen the bus driver \ntold the passengers \nthat it was time \nto board. \nthe young man \nthought\, I’ll just sit \nhere\, I’ll just stay \nhere. \nbut then \nhe rose and followed \nthe others into the \nbus. \nhe found his seat \nand looked at the cafe \nthrough the bus \nwindow. \nthen the bus moved \noff\, down a curve\, \ndownward\, out of \nthe hills. \nthe young man  \nlooked straight  \nforward. \nhe heard the other \npassengers \nspeaking  \nof other things\, \nor they were \nreading \nor \nattempting to \nsleep. \nthey had not  \nnoticed  \nthe \nmagic. \nthe young man \nput his head to \none side\, \nclosed his \neyes\, \npretended to \nsleep. \nthere was nothing \nelse to do- \njust to listen to the \nsound of the \nengine\, \nthe sound of the  \ntires  \nin the \nsnow. \n  \n–Charles Bukowski \n  \npeace\, love & that feeling \n  \nJohnny \n* \n  \n6-29-24 \n  \nDear Johnny\, \n  \nIt’s a beautiful Saturday afternoon & my work is finished for the day. My mind is always full of thoughts of life outside the walls of prison these days\, all of them good. It sometimes occurs to me that my past life feels like it was just a dream & that I’ve never been out of prison. I’m sure that one day my whole life will seem like one long dream. Who’s to say that it’s not just that? \n  \nI had a bunch of flowers left over from the plots & I asked if I could place them along the window sills here on my new unit. I was given permission to do so. Now the whole front of H Unit is covered in bright-colored flowers & I’ve gotten a lot of positive comments! It feels good to make things beautiful here. What I’ve done with plants & flowers\, Johnny\, you’ve done with people in and out of prison. Once I’m out\, my plan is to do what you’ve done\, plant seeds in people and help them to reclaim their lives. Well…we will see what happens once I’m out. Maybe a few friends & a good job & happiness in a simple life would be more my speed right now. \n  \n7-1-24 \n  \nHere is something nice that I’ve been thinking about for the letters we all share. Being in a cell lets me have personal time to think and write. \n  \nGood things are what I need to rent space in my head. My waking life is full of dreams that come to pass. Never again will I take for granted the world that is waiting beyond the walls\, razor wire & glass. I try to bring the beauty of the world outside in here. \n  \n7-9-24 \n  \nThe way we all think and express how we feel about the kindness we see and share with each other in the group letters we compile for me is sweet as honey dripping into my soul. We are on the path to the core of the golden world\, all of us are the shining ones helping others to find this world as well. \n  \nI love the Mary Oliver poem that Ms. Jill Littlewood shared with us called “The Summer Day”! And to you\, Ms. Littlewood\, I must say… \n  \nI do not know who made the swan or black bear\, or the grasshopper\, or you\, or me. What I do know is that if all of my days were like the one summer day in this poem\, it in itself would be bliss. Most of my days are spent in a greenhouse and I do have grasshoppers. I even have a rock chuck who eats my kale! My prayers are to life & love & joy and friends. I speak them to the morning sun and to my coffee. With my one wild and precious life I simply plan to be content. \n  \nHarvesting saffron in the summer morning sun was a gift today. Most of the time these days it does not even feel like prison to me anymore.  \n  \nMy mind is always on what it will be like to have a different scale of freedom in this world…. My perception of freedom is I’m sure quite different than most. \n  \nWell\, I love you Johnny & will talk to you soon. \n  \nGood things Always \nRocky \n* \n  \nJune 23\, 2024 \n  \nJohnny\, \n  \nThank you for the copy of Every Day\, Holy Day. I really appreciate your doing this for me. Life at OSCI goes well. I’ve been here over 30 days now; still settling into my routine\, but much here is differently-same. (More of a reasonable and calm state\, yet still a carceral environment with a few “toughs” to keep things interesting.) I find I’m exposed to far fewer people here. It’s not just a smaller population\, but each unit is more isolated than it seemed at TRCI\, including overlapping at meals and pill-line. Each keeps to one’s own “people” or unit. All-in-all\, it’s much nicer here! \n  \nTopic: Joy. Moments come when the heart dances in the light. So much more than the experience of fun\, or even happiness\, joy erupts when the inner sphere scintillates in its completeness. An experience touches us to the depths of our souls\, and in that moment we are graced with a vision—if only fleetingly—of the flawless wholeness and perfection of all. Then the heart fills and flows over\, even amid the brokenness of the world. \n  \nWeek’s mantra: Mouth filled with laughter\, ears with shouts of joy. \n  \nPractice: Step away from your busyness and savor several moments every day; feel the joy that is available to you.  —from Every Day\, Holy Day by Alan Morinis \n  \n“Heart dances in the light…joy erupts when the inner sphere scintillates in its completeness.” Such an image! To touch the “flawless wholeness and perfection of it all.” (I struggle today with RA [Rheumatoid Arthritis] stiffness and pain\, in addition to allergy congestion.) The step back; the step to smell the roses; it’s developing the awareness of life’s variegated moments as they pass. Some as “happy little clouds.” Others pendulous with precipitation\, yet to be deposited on earth. No matter my opinion of the moment—good\, bad\, etc.—moments for experiencing joy abound. I have but to develop my awareness. \n  \n—Michel Deforge \n* \n  \nPeace Love Happiness and Understanding… \n  \n…can be hard to come by in this blistering hot\, suffocating weather.  \n  \nI have been angry at the weather: Whoever heard of ‘heat domes’ until a couple of years ago? Whoever needed ‘cooling shelters’ until a few years ago? The heat wave would cool naturally in a few days—-well\, not anymore.  So I’m mad at Republicans\, corporations\, anybody who calls climate disasters ‘natural’\, etc. etc.  \n  \nBut then it boils down (haha) to me\, personally\, of course. Instead of enjoying my coveted 5-7 a.m. reading and coffee time\, I have to go out at 5 a.m. to water my gardens\, put shade covers on the hydrangeas\, do whatever garden work I need to do before the heat hits again. Or\, most aggravating of all (poor me)\, I have to get a bike ride in at that time and finish before it hits 80 degrees at 9 a.m.! That ‘poor me’ should not be in parentheses; this is serious stuff. \n  \nSo with that merry attitude\, I hopped on the bike yesterday at 6 a.m. It was 58 degrees\, and felt…deliciously cool!  Well\, that’s not gonna last\, I growled. But it was\, in fact\, deliciously cool\, and fresh. And with cool and fresh I breathed in the almost tangible fragrance…of green. The emerald green of grass-filled meadows. The nearby meadows of one hundred lovely sheep\, all browsing heads down munching on the meadow. I love those sheep. ‘Hi sheep!\,’ I called\, as I always do. A few of them looked up\, and I could swear they nodded at me. But how can they be enjoying themselves with those hot\, wool coats on?\, I grimaced. It felt good to have other creatures to commiserate with\, even though the sheep didn’t appear to realize they were miserable. \n  \nAnd then…and then…the sun rose from behind Bald Butte and bathed the fields in gold. It backlit the patches of Timothy hay and the nodding heads of wheat in a shimmering light. Golden wheat\, sky blue chicory\, pearly pink sweet peas lined the road. \n  \nThe birds exalted in the sunrise—-the soft staccato of the mourning doves\, warbling meadow larks\, the chirping and twirping of all\, cheering the arrival of the sun. Before I could stop\, I found myself chirping and twirping and cheering this heavenly morning along with all the other creatures.  \n  \n—Jude Russell \n* \n  \nThis poem was published in Gary Snyder’s book Turtle Island\, in 1969–a time when America was in a great divide of culture\, politics\, generations.  A time of war\, protests. The poem is like a timely marker\, to engage in creating a more peaceful world.  \n\n\n  \n  \n\n\n\nI Went into the Maverick Bar\n\n\n  \n\n\n\n\n\nI went into the Maverick Bar   \nIn Farmington\, New Mexico.\nAnd drank double shots of bourbon\n                         backed with beer.\nMy long hair was tucked up under a cap\nI’d left the earring in the car.\n\n  \n\n\nTwo cowboys did horseplay\n                         by the pool tables\,\nA waitress asked us\n                         where are you from?\na country-and-western band began to play   \n“We don’t smoke Marijuana in Muskokie”   \nAnd with the next song\,\n                         a couple began to dance.\n\n\n\n  \n\n\nThey held each other like in High School dances   \n                         in the fifties;\nI recalled when I worked in the woods\n                         and the bars of Madras\, Oregon.   \nThat short-haired joy and roughness—\n                         America—your stupidity.   \nI could almost love you again.\n\n\n  \n\nWe left—onto the freeway shoulders—\n                         under the tough old stars—\nIn the shadow of bluffs\n                         I came back to myself\,\nTo the real work\, to\n                         “What is to be done.”\n\n\n\n  \n\n\n\n— GARY SNYDER\n\n\n\n\n  \n\nNot surprisingly\, yet remarkably\, Johnny and my husband Bill recognized immediately the last line. It is the title of an 1863 novel written by  Nikolay Chernyshevsky. “Chernyshevsky’s novel\, far more than Marx’s Capital\, supplied the emotional dynamic that eventually went to make the Russian Revolution.” (Wikipedia)\n\n\n\n  \n\n–Katie Radditz
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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding Archive
DESCRIPTION:painting by Charles Erickson \n  \nDear Friends of the Open Road \n  \nClick on titles in Bold to go to any issue of our peace\, love\, happiness & understanding journal. The list of issues is followed by an Index\, which is a guide to each issue’s content. \n  \nOn this web page there is also a search box into which you can type a word or phrase\, and find what you are looking for in that way. \n  \nIssue #1  Spring Equinox (picture of pansy) 3/19/20 \nIssue #2  Humor (images: cartoons by Gary Larson) 3/26/20 \nIssue #3  Some Poems  (image: Japanese picture of cherry tree) 4/2/20 \nIssue #4  Walt Whitman (image: painting of WW by Rick Bartow) 4/9/20 \nIssue #5   Rumi (edited by Prabu Muruganantham) (picture of flower) 4/16/20 \nIssue #6 Shakespeare (picture of young Johnny with Shakespeare sweatshirt) 4/23/20 \nIssue #7 Happiness (picture by Jan Steen: The Merry Family) 4/30/20 \nIssue #8  Ingersoll: Crimes Against Criminals (picture of Robert G. Ingersoll) 5/7/20 \nIssue #9  Compassion (picture of Einstein) 5/14/20 \nIssue #10 Love (picture of Hafiz) 5/21/20 \nIssue #11 Peaceable Kingdom (painting by Charles Erickson) 5/28/20 \nIssue #12  Meditation\, Dialogue & Study (Goya’s Sleep of Reason) 6/4/20 \nIssue #13 Black Lives Matter (image of George Floyd) 6/11/20 \nIssue #14 Mostly Poems (Blake image: When the morning stars sang together) 6/18/20 \nWith Issue #15\, peace\, love & happiness became peace\, love\, happiness & understanding. \nIssue #15 Ripple Effect (image of ripples in water) 6/25/20 \nIssue #16 Blake: Innocence and Experience (Laughing Song image) 7/2/20 \nIssue #17 Remembering Nick (picture of Nick Consoletti) 7/9/20 \nIssue #18 Kim Stafford Featured Poet (picture of Kim\, Hugo & Johnny) 7/16/20 \nIssue #19 Metaphors: Battle or Picnic?  (picture of Emerson) 7/23/20 \nIssue #20 Humor Issue (Gary Larson cartoon: Nerds in hell) 7/30/20 \nIssue #21  Culture that Nurtures (picture of Wisłowa Szymborska) 8/6/20 \nIssue #22 My mind started to blossom…  (picture of Aaron Gilbert as Toby Belch) 8/13/20 \nIssue #23 Poems\, Stories\, Letters\, Thoughts (picture of four actors from Midsummer Night’s Dream) 8/20/20 \nIssue #24 Meditation and Mindfulness (image of Avalokiteśvara from Ajanta) 8/27/20 \nIssue #25 Interview with Ashley Lucas (photos of Ashley and Jeff Sanders &  Joe Opyd with his mom\, Sharon Lemm\, and Aunt Andrea) 9/3/20 \nIssue #26 Paradise of Books (image of Don Quixote in his library by Gustave Doré) 9/10/20 \nIssue #27 Smoky (image of the Platters) 9/17/20 \nIssue #28 How Hippies May Still Save the World (image of Flora by Botticelli) 9/24/20 \nIssue #29 Gary Snyder and FOUR CHANGES (image of Gary Snyder) 10/1/20 \nIssue #30 The Golden World (image of glass of water) 10/8/20 \nIssue #31 Pollyanna (image of Mary Pickford) 10/15/20 \nIssue #32 Loving the Earth (image of sunrise from atop Big Mountain) 10/22/20 \nIssue #33 Gettysburg Addresses (image of Lord Buckley) 10/29/20 \nIssue #34 Gandhi  (image of Mahatman Gandhi) 11/5/20 \nIssue #35 Writings of Lonnie Glinski  (picture of Lonnie as Ophelia) 11/12/20 \nIssue #36 Freedom’s Firm Foundation (picture of Nitya\, Nancy & Peter O.) 11/19/20 \nIssue #37 Writing Poems (picture of Pablo Neruda & Matilde Urrutia) 11/26/20 \nStarting on November 26\, 2020\, peace\, love\, happiness & understanding went from being weekly to bi-weekly. \nIssue #38 Pictures (not words) 12/10/20 \nIssue #39 Poetry Corner (image of Mr. Natural watering the Tree of Possibilities) 12/24/20 \nIssue #40 Allegory of the Cave (image of Plato’s cave) 1/7/21 \nIssue #41 Loving Your Enemies (photo of Martin Luther King) 1/21/21 \nIssue #42 The Hill We Climb (screen shot of Amanda Gorman) 2/4/21 \nIssue #43 Valentine’s Day Special: Love Poems (image of Paolo and Francesca) 2/18/21 \nIssue #44 Harold and the Purple Crayon  (image from Harold and the Purple Crayon) 3/4/21 \nIssue #45 Spring Equinox (peace\, love\, happiness & understanding is one year old!)   (picture of Daphne odora) 3/18/21 \nIssue #46 Story Poems (picture of Aged Aged Man by John Tenniel) 4/1/21 \nIssue #47 Singer Come from Afar (picture of the cover of Kim Stafford’s book) 4/15/21 \nIssue #48 Bibliomania (picture of cover of Autobiography of a Yogi) 4/29/21 \nNo issues of peace\, love\, happiness & understanding in May (Mexico vacation) \nIssue #49 Wisława Szymborska Nobel Lecture (picture of Wisława Szymborska) 6/10/21 \nIssue #50  Johnny’s Imaginary TED Talk About Love (picture of sidewalk message: EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY) 6/24/21 \nIssue #51 Dreams of Better Worlds (pictures: 3 by Crumb of futures\, big orange splot\, Wague mural) 7/8/21 \nIssue #52 The Art of Happiness (picture of Slava Polunin) 7/22/21 \nIssue #53 The Three Questions (picture of Leo Tolstoy) 8/5/21 \nIssue #54 War: What is It Good For?  (picture: First and Last Day of Spring by Jonathan Winters) 8/19/21 \nIssue #55 Universal Declaration of Human Rights (picture of United Nations flag) 9/2/21 \nIssue #56 Another Humor Issue (picture of Mother Hubbard & her dog) 9/16/21 \nIssue #57 HEART! (picture of loteria card El Corazon) 9/30/21 \nIssue #58 Johnny’s Brief Guide to Ancient Greece (pictures of “The Death of Socrates” by David\, and a bust of Aeschylus) 10/14/21 \nIssue #59 Poems from the Last Five Days by Kim Stafford (photos taken at the beach by Kim) 10/28/21 \nIssue #60 Recipe for Living a Life Rich in Meaning (pictures of four bodhisattvas: Brenda Erickson\, Dick Willis\, Jude Russell & Jack Baird) 11/11/21 \nIssue #61 Goldfinches! (picture of Goldfinch) 11/25/21 \nIssue #62 A Christmas Carol (picture of Scrooge beholding the Spirit of Christmas Present) 12/9/21 \nIssue #63 Dream of a Ridiculous Man (picture of Goya’s sleeper dreaming Peaceable Kingdom) 12/23/21 \nIssue #64 Brother West (photo of Cornel West) 1/6/22 \nIssue #65 Big Sky Country  (picture of Glacier National Park) 1/20/22 \nNo issues of peace\, love\, happiness & understanding for most of February (Mexico vacation) \nIssue #66 Big Sky Country Part Two (picture of bee on lilac blossom) 2/24/22 \nIssue #67 What Are Some of Your Favorite Books? (picture of the cover of Borgel) 3/10/22 \nIssue #68 War & Peace & Spring! (photos of plum tree and Ukrainian refugees) 3/24/22 \nIssue #69 Carl Sandburg (picture of Potato Face Blind Man) 4/7/22 \nIssue #70 A Midsummer Night’s Dream in Prison (picture of Bottom & Titania) 4/21/22 \nIssue #71 Some Poems (picture of sidewalk covered with cherry blossoms) 5/5/22 \nIssue #72 Poems By Women first page has Emily Dickinson; pictures of the other poets accompany their poems) 5/19/22 \nStarting in June of 2022\, peace\, love\, happiness & understanding went from bi-weekly to monthly\, coming out on the first Thursday of the month. \nIssue #73 Walt on my mind…and in my heart (painting of Walt Whitman by Rick Bartow) 6/2/22 \nIssue #74 Interview With Bryan Joyner (picture of Bryan Joyner) 7/7/22 \nIssue #75 Adventure Tales! (picture of Edith Mirante in Burma 8/4/22 \nIssue #76 William Blake (Blake’s painting “River of Life”) 9/1/22 \nIssue #77 Kate Brown on Clemency (picture of Governor Kate Brown) 10/6/22 \nIssue #78 R. H. Blyth (picture of R. H. Blyth)  12/1/22 \nIssue #79 Tender Buttons edited by Alex Tretbar (picture of Gertrude Stein)  1/5/23 \nIssue #80 Something That Changed the Way You See the World  (poster of “Song of Myself” by Rick Bartow)  2/2/23 \nIssue #81 Favorite Poems (picture of a stone wall with a gate)  3/2/23 \nIssue #82 Favorite Films (picture of “The Rink”)  4/6/23 \nIssue #83  Books That Changed the Way You See the World (picture of For Your Own Good)  5/4/23  \nIssue #84  Peace (picture of young man putting a flower in the barrel of a gun)  6/1/23 \nIssue #85  Visions of Utopia & Paradise (picture of The Beatles’ Yellow Submarine)  8/3/23 \nIssue #86  peace\, love\, happiness & understanding (picture of Rocky Hutchinson with eight puppies)  9/7/23 \nIssue #87  Black Elk’s Vision (picture of Black Elk)  10/5/23 \nIssue #88  The War Prayer (picture of Peanuts cartoon)  11/2/23 \nIssue #89  A Letter from Rocky and Lots of Poems (picture of Lake Grinnell in Glacier National Park)  12/7/23 \nIssue #90  Celebration! (picture of Alan & Christine\, with Santa and dogs & cat)  1/4/24 \nIssue #91 What has enlarged your world? (picture of Nancy in Guanajuato)  2/1/24  \nIssue #92  Abundance! (picture of Mexican ceramic Tree of World Literature)  3/7/24 \nIssue #93  Creativity! (picture of Martha Graham)  4/4/24 \nIssue #94  Mostly Poems (picture of cow weathervane\, with bird perched on it)   5/2/24 \n Issue #95  Blogs and Other Stuff (picture of “The Young Hare” by Dürer)  6/6/24 \nIssue #96  What Stories Do You Tell Yourself to Cheer Yourself Up?   7/4/24   \nIssue #97  Poems\, Letters & Other Writings  (picture by Saul Steinberg) 8/1/24 \n  \n  \n  \nOpen Road peace\, love\, happiness & understanding Newsletter Index \n  \nIssue #1 Spring Equinox (picture of pansy) 3/19/20 \nAlan Watts quote:  “there is nothing wrong with you at all” \nSerenity Prayer \nMetta Prayer \nNight Rain at Kuang-k’ou  Yang Wan-li  (Deb) \nEagle Poem  Joy Harjo  (Katie Radditz) \nFoolish Young Flowering Tree   Kim Stafford \nTrees in the Wind   Kim Stafford \n  \nIssue #2  Humor (images: cartoons by Gary Larson) 3/26/20 \njokes from Johnny\, Kim\, Ken\, Bill & Will \n  \nIssue #3 Some Poems (image: Japanese picture of cherry tree) 4/2/20 \nOut breath  Ryokan \nCelestial Laws  Walt Whitman \nsweet spring    e.e. cummings \na lover and his lass   Shakespeare \nFrom the Train   Kim Stafford \nDennis Takes Us to the Old Trees   Kim Stafford \nI Ask for Silence   Pablo Neruda \n  \nIssue #4 Walt Whitman (image: painting of WW by Rick Bartow) 4/9/20 \nMiracles by Walt Whitman \nlink to Marfa Interview with Johnny about “Song of Myself” \nTeach Me to See\, Walt! by Johnny \nSong of Myself brief quotes: “seeing\, hearing\, feeling are miracles…this head more than churches\, bibles and all the creeds\,” “Whoever degrades another…\,” “Dazzling and tremendous…\,” “In all people I see myself…\,” “This minute that comes to me…\,” “Each moment and whatever happens…\,” “Why should I wish to see God…in the faces of men and women I see God…” \nlink to whitmanalabama.com from Perrin Kerns \nKim Stafford’s story about his dad and Walt Whitman \n  \nIssue #5 Rumi (edited by Prabu Muruganantham) (picture of flower) 4/16/20 \nA Just Finishing Candle \nThe Sunrise Ruby \nPrabu’s poem: “You too are flowering” \nWhere Everything is Music \nRumi story from Kim \nGuest House from Johnny \nNancy Yeilding’s essay “Two Ways of Talking” \nBill Hughes’ thoughts and poem “Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing…” \n  \nIssue #6 Shakespeare (picture of young Johnny with Shakespeare sweatshirt) 4/23/20 \nsome thoughts \nAll the world’s a stage \neat no onions \nlost all my mirth…what a piece of work is a man \nsermons in stones\, and good in everything. \nAlexander died…might they not stop a beer barrel? \nOur revels now are ended \nThe quality of mercy \nMy bounty is boundless as the sea\,/ My love as deep… \nA knave\, a rascal\, an eater of broken meats… \nLet me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments \n  \nIssue #7 Happiness (picture by Jan Steen: The Merry Family) 4/30/20 \nyogi tea tags \nThe baby beats the nurse…   Shax \ncommentary on The Merry Family: link to Rijksmuseum \nHappiness     Carl Sandburg \na few words about Twelfth Night: “Care’s an enemy to life” \nGary Larson cartoon about the absent Bluebird of Happiness \nlink to Louis Armstrong’s “A Lot of Living to Do” \naphorism: Happiness is the art of not making yourself miserable. \naphorism: The soul of sweet delight can never be defiled.   Blake \n“The Salutation”    Thomas Traherne \nBeginning My Studies    Walt Whitman \nShirt of a Happy Man story \nfrom Writing for Happiness  by Kim Stafford—to be with happ is to be happ-y \n“Gift”  Miłosz \n“Happiness”   Jane Kenyon \n  \nIssue #8 Ingersoll: Crimes Against Criminals (picture of Robert G. Ingersoll) 5/7/20 \nCrimes Against Criminals \n“in this world hate never yet dispelled hate…” \n  \nIssue #9 Compassion (Picture of Einstein)  5/14/20 \nEinstein quote \nGregory Boyle on Compassion and Kinship \nlinks to Homeboy Industries and to TED talk \nPlease Call Me By My True Names \n  \nIssue #10 Love (picture of Hafiz)  5/21/20 \nThe Subject Tonight is Love   Hafiz \nThe Noble Ninefold Path   Johnny \nResponse to Ninefold Path Essay  Shad Alexander \n  \nIssue #11 Peaceable Kingdom  (painting by Charles Erickson)   5/28/20 \nPenn’s letter to the Indians \nThomas Traherne: “Your enjoyment of the world is never right…” \nKindness by Naomi Shihab Nye \nWhitman: “Whoever walks a furlong without sympathy…others will punctually come forever and ever” \n  \nIssue #12 Meditation\, Dialogue & Study  (Goya’s Sleep of Reason) 6/4/20 \nsome thoughts on depression: letter to E. about meditation\, dialogue & study \n  \nIssue #13 Black Lives Matter  (image of George Floyd)   6/11/20 \nquote from Martin Luther King:  …black revolution more than a struggle for rights of Negroes \nsome thoughts by me and quotes from:  \nKing: “love is creative understanding goodwill for all men”  \nBuddha: “In this world\, hate never yet dispelled hate…”  \n1 John 4:8 \nBlake: Love to faults is always blind \nmore Blake quotes: \nEvery thing that lives is Holy \nChildren of a future age… \nArt Degraded Imagination Denied War Governed the Nations \nmore thoughts from me \nrecommendation for Between the World and Me\, The New Jim Crow & film “13th” \nexcerpt from King’s sermon “Loving Your Enemies” \n  \nIssue #14 Mostly Poems (Blake image: When the morning stars sang together)  6/18/20 \nBlake quote: “The tree that moves some to tears of joy…” \nBuckminster Fuller photo & quote: “I always say to myself: What’s the most \nInmate Calls Home by Kim Stafford \npoems sent by Howard: \nLife-and-Death by Uchiyama Roshi \nIt Is I Who Must Begin by Václav Havel \nfrom Song of Myself: “I peruse manifold objects” & “Dazzling and tremendous” \n“A woman went to see her therapist…” by Johnny \n  \nIssue #15 Ripple Effect (image of ripples in water)   6/25/20 \n“If I can stop one heart from breaking…” by Emily Dickinson \nletter exchange on “the ripple effect” between Josh Underhill and me \n  \nIssue #16 Blake: Innocence and Experience (Laughing Song image) 7/2/20 \nsome thoughts on going from innocence to experience \nfour poems by William Blake: \nInfant Joy \nLaughing Song \nThe School Boy \nThe GARDEN of  LOVE \nWordsworth’s “Intimations of Immortality” (first third) \nquote from Hamlet: “I have of late\, but wherefore I know not\, lost all my mirth…” \n  \nIssue #17 Remembering Nick Picture of Nick Consoletti  7/9/20 \nCan I see another’s woe\, and not be in sorrow\, too…? \nLonnie’s letter \nsome thoughts about Nick by me \n  \nIssue #18 Kim Stafford Featured Poet (Picture of Kim and Johnny)   7/16/20 \nTo Be a Better Person essay by Kim Stafford \nDew & Honey poem by Kim Stafford \nTwo Rivers poem by Kim Stafford \n“So many people are shut up tight inside themselves…” Sylvia Plath \n“This is what you shall do…” Walt Whitman \nlink to talk by Cornel West on “What It Means to Be Human” \nKim’s aphorisms on poetry \n  \nIssue #19 Metaphors: Battle or Picnic?  (picture of Emerson)   7/23/20 \nEmerson quote about metaphors \nBattle or Picnic? essay by Johnny \nSifter by Naomi Shihab Nye \nThe Panther by Rilke \nThere Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale   \nlink to Sacred Economics video featuring Charles Eisenstein \n  \nIssue #20 Humor Issue   (Gary Larson cartoon: Nerds in hell) 7/30/20 \ntwo Gary Larson cartoons \none cartoon by Lars Kenseth \nlots of jokes \nlink to video of people in India singing and dancing on top of a train \n  \nIssue #21 Culture that Nurtures (picture of Wisłowa Szymborska)   8/6/20 \nConsolation by Wisłowa Szymborska \nThe Tuft of Flowers by Robert Frost \nThe Fact of Forgiveness by Kim Stafford \n  \nIssue #22 My mind started to blossom… (picture of Aaron Gilbert as Toby Belch) 8/13/20 \nLetter about Love in prison by Aaron Gilbert \nPoetry Class at the Women’s Prison by Kim Stafford \nA Blessing by James Wright \n  \nIssue #23 Poems\, Stories\, Letters\, Thoughts (picture of four actors from Midsummer Night’s Dream)   8/20/20 \nPractical Illusions by Kim Stafford \nKim Stafford\, Ace Reporter poem by Johnny Stallings \nKatie Radditz’s story about sitting next to Aaron Gilbert’s mom at play \nmy letter to Howard about how men honoring me in the dialogue circle \nWhitman quote: “This minute that comes to me over the past decillions… \nmy thoughts about Kim’s poem \nThomas Traherne quote: “There was never a tutor that did professly teach Felicity” \n  \nIssue #24  Meditation and Mindfulness (image of Avalokiteśvara from Ajanta) 8/27/20 \nKingdom of God is within you Bible quote (Luke 17: 20-21) \nintro to Open Road Meditation & Mindfulness Project by me \nThomas Traherne: “Our blessedness\, like His\, is infinite…” \nPico Iyer about seeing the world more clearly and loving it more deeply \nWalt: “There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me… \njohnnypoem: “when you see how simple it is to be happy…” \nnotice of Deborah’s publication of three chapbooks \nDeborah’s poem Early Morning Hours \nWendell Berry: Ask the world to reveal its quietude… \nHuxley quote: “Unrestrained and indiscriminate talk…” \nThich Nhat Hanh: “Mindfulness is when you are truly there…” \nFinding Deep Calm story about Gheed in Palestine by Kim  \nInvitation to join Meditation & Mindfulness Project by me \nHafiz on perfection: “the movement of your breath…the beating of our hearts” \n  \nIssue #25 Interview with Ashley Lucas (photos of Ashley and Jeff Sanders &  Joe Opyd with his mom\, Sharon Lemm\, and Aunt Andrea) 9/3/20 \nInterview with Ashley \nlinks for ordering her books\, link to Open Hearts Open Minds\, link to Open Road \n  \nIssue #26 Paradise of Books (image of Don Quixote in his library by Gustave Doré) 9/10/20 \nthoughts on books and bibliophilia \ncatalog of animals by Borges \nthoughts on books that changed my inner landscape \nSonnet #1 by Joshua Barnes \nSheltering in Place #12 by Doug Marx \nYARD SALE by Nick Eldredge \n  \nIssue #27 Smoky (image of the Platters) 9/17/20 \nIt’s smoky: links to “Meeting in Smoky Places\,” “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes\,” and Smokey Robinson \nInmate Fights Fire by Kim Stafford \nSecond Chance by Randall Brown \nSmokey the Bear Sutra by Gary Snyder \nlink to Smokey the Bear song with Eddy Arnold \n  \nIssue #28  How Hippies May Still Save the World (image of Flora by Botticelli) 9/24/20 \nHow Hippies May Still Save the World essay by Johnny \nlyrics to “Love’s In Need of Love Today” by Stevie Wonder & link to song \nsome lyrics from “What the World Needs Now” and link to song \nlyrics to “All You Need Is Love”  and link to song \nlyrics to “Get Together” and link to song \nlyrics to “San Francisco” and link to song \n  \nIssue #29 Gary Snyder and FOUR CHANGES (image of Gary Snyder) 10/1/20 \nHoly Smokes by Kim Stafford \nFOUR CHANGES  by Gary Snyder & link to Gary Snyder reading it \n  \nIssue #30 The Golden World (image of glass of water) 10/8/20 \nThe Golden World essay by Johnny \n  \nIssue #31 Pollyanna (image of Mary Pickford) 10/15/20 \nThe Glad Game from Pollyanna \nlink to Reasons to Be Cheerful website \nlink to talk by David Korten \nlink to talk by Charles Eisenstein \nlink to talk by Thich Nhat Hanh \nOur Next Big Thing by Kim Stafford \nGary Larson Hell cartoon: “We’re just not reaching that guy” \n  \nIssue #32 Loving the Earth (image of sunrise from atop Big Mountain) 10/22/20 \nFor Papatūānuku – Mother Earth by Nadine Anne Hura \nA note of gratitude from Nadine \nlink to an essay by Nadine Anne Hura: “I’m Reclaiming the Name I Lost” \n“I peruse manifold objects…” brief passage from “Song of Myself” \nWild Geese by Mary Oliver \nEarth Dweller by William Stafford & link to him reading the poem \nPied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins \n“Weary of those who come with words…” by Tomas Tranströmer \n“My Work is Loving the World” by Mary Oliver \n  \nIssue #33 Gettysburg Addresses (image of Lord Buckley) 10/29/20 \nRevising Genesis by Kim Stafford \nFor All by Gary Snyder \nThe Color of Eyes by Deborah Buchanan \nEverything is Going to Be All Right by Derek Mahon \nInversnaid by Gerard Manley Hopkins \nAbe & I by Kim Stafford \nThe Gettysburg Address by Lord Buckley and link to him performing it \nThe Gettysburg Address by Abraham Lincoln \n  \nIssue #34 Gandhi  (picture of Mahatman Gandhi) 11/5/20 \nNitya’s encounter with Gandhi from Love and Blessings \nsome thoughts about having to be right by Johnny \nbrief Gandhi bio \nGandhi quotes \n  \nIssue #35 Writings of Lonnie Glinski (picture of Lonnie as Ophelia) 11/12/20 \nexcerpt from letter from Lonnie \nlyrics to Somebody Famous by Lonnie \nexcerpt from letter from Lonnie \nlyrics to Bloom Where You Landed by Lonnie \nlyrics to And They Just Smile by Lonnie \nlyrics to It Ain’t Me by Lonnie \n  \nIssue #36 Freedom’s Firm Foundation (picture of Nitya\, Nancy & Peter O.) 11/19/20 \n Finding Freedom’s Firm Foundation essay by Nancy Yeilding \n  \nIssue #37 Writing Poems (picture of Pablo Neruda & Matilde Urrutia) 11/26/20 \ni thank You God by e. e. cummings \nPoetry by Pablo Neruda \nWriting as Ritual essay by Kim Stafford \nMy Sheltering Sky by Kim Stafford \nPoetry Doctor by Kim Stafford \n  \nIssue #38 Pictures (not words) 12/10/20 \n drawings by: Saul Steinberg\, Franciszka Themerson\, Hakuin\, Leonard Cohen\, B. Kliban\, Ralph Steadman\, José Guadalupe Posada\, Hokusai\, Pablo Picasso\, Paul Klee\, John Lennon\, Amadeo Modigliani\, Rick Bartow\, James Thurber\, John Tenniel\, Charles Erickson\, Maurice Sendak\, Mark Alan Stamaty\, Andrew Larkin\, Hugo Anaya\, Jake Scharbach\, Peter Schumann\, William Blake\, Dr. Seuss\, Rube Goldberg\, Winsor McKay\, Gary Larson \nlink to OK Go:” This Too Shall Pass” Rube Goldberg Machine video \n  \nIssue #39 Poetry Corner (image of Mr. Natural watering the Tree of Possibilities) 12/23/20 \n“I believe the soggy clods…” quote from Walt \n“Since water still flows…” by Li Po \nFound Kin by Jeff Kuehner \nElemental Thoughts by Joshua Barnes \nTHE MEANING OF THIS by Alex Tretbar \nHindsight (2020) by Joshua Barnes \nThink Twice by Kim Stafford \nYour Sovereignty by Kim Stafford \nWinter Feet by Esther Elizabeth \nDaily Bread by Esther Elizabeth \nWhat Issa Heard by David Budbill \n  \nIssue #40 Allegory of the Cave (image of Plato’s cave) 1/7/21 \nWonder by Thomas Traherne \nDUST by Alex Tretbar \nAllegory of the Cave by Plato \n  \nIssue #41 Loving Your Enemies (photo of Martin Luther King) 1/21/21 \nLoving Your Enemies sermon by Martin Luther King\, November 17\, 1957 \n  \nIssue #42 The Hill We Climb (screen shot of Amanda Gorman) 2/4/21 \nThe Hill We Climb poem by Amanda Gorman \nlink to Amanda Gorman reciting The Hill We Climb \nPrabu’s thoughts on Tolstoy’s novel Resurrection \n  \nIssue #43 Valentine’s Day Special: Love Poems (image of Paolo and Francesca) 2/18/21 \nkissing rocks and throwing them story \nLove to faults is always blind by William Blake \nThe lunatic\, the lover\, and the poet by Shakespeare \ni carry your heart by e. e. cummings \nI Loved You Before I Was Born by Li-Young Lee \nThe Song of Wandering Aengus by W. B. Yeats \nThis Is Just To Say by William Carlos Williams \nWhat We’re Doing Here by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer \nI Knew a Woman by Theodore Roethke \nlink to Offenbach song Barcarolle sung by Elīna Garanča & Anna Netrebko \nSonnet VII by Pablo Neruda \nRe-Statement of Romance by Wallace Stevens (not in prison version) \nWe Two\, How Long We Were Fool’d \nRomeo & Juliet: “If I profane with my unworthiest hand…” sonnet \nJuliet: “My bounty is as boundless as the sea” \n  \nIssue #44 Harold and the Purple Crayon (image from Harold and the Purple Crayon) 3/4/21 \nsome thoughts on Harold and the Purple Crayon \nTenniel’s illustration to A Mad Tea Party \n“A Mad Tea Party” from Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll \n  \nIssue #45 Spring Equinox (peace\, love\, happiness & understanding is one year old!)  (picture of Daphne odora) 3/18/21 \nA Color of the Sky by Tony Hoagland \nOregon Dawn in Spite of the News by Kim Stafford \nIn Just-/spring by e. e. cummings \nO sweet spontaneous by e. e. cummings \nSpring\, the sweete spring\, is the yeres pleasant King by Thomas Nashe \nSpring by Gerard Manley Hopkins \nA Thin Sliver at the Door (prose) by Deborah Buchanan \nCome Spring by Dorianne Laux \nA Light exists in Spring by Emily Dickinson \nSpring comes on the World –  by Emily Dickinson \nIssa: \nLook at this world even its \nGrasshoppers in the chilly breeze \nSpring rain:  \nBasho: \nI don’t know \nSpring! \nChiyo-ni: \nthe pheasant sings- \nI forget \nsquatting \nto be in a world \nThank you’s to contributors to “peace\, love\, happiness & understanding” \n  \nIssue #46 Story Poems (picture of Aged Aged Man by John Tenniel) 4/1/21 \nAnd the people stayed home by Kitty O’Meara \nNirvana by Charles Bukowski \nAbou Ben Adhem by Leigh Hunt \nThe Thee Hermits by William Butler Yeats \nThree Angels by Bob Dylan \nA Story That Could Be True by William Stafford \nThe Aged Aged Man by Lewis Carroll \n  \nIssue #47 Singer Come from Afar (picture of the cover of Kim Stafford’s book) 4/15/21 \nPoetry in Prison by Kim Stafford \nBlue Brick from the Midwest by Kim Stafford \nAsk Me by William Stafford \nGod made a little Gentian – by Emily Dickinson \nThe Divine Image by William Blake \nWaxwings by Robert Francis \nMeditations 47 & 48 from the Second Century of Meditations by Thomas Traherne \n  \nIssue #48 Bibliomania (picture of cover of Autobiography of a Yogi) 4/29/21 \nBibliomania essay by Johnny \nProspero’s speech: “Our revels now are ended…” \n  \nNo issues of peace\, love\, happiness & understanding in May (Mexico vacation) \n  \nIssue #49 Wisława Szymborska Nobel Lecture (picture of Wisława Szymborska) 6/10/21 \nWisława Szymborska Nobel Lecture \n  \nIssue #50  Johnny’s Imaginary TED Talk About Love (picture of sidewalk message: EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY) 6/24/21 \nJohnny’s imaginary TED talk about love \nFor the Bird Singing Before Dawn by Kim Stafford \nLetter to the Mothers and Fathers of Palestine and Israel by Charles Busch \nlink to Fields of Peace website \n  \nIssue #51 Dreams of Better Worlds (pictures: 3 by Crumb of futures\, big orange splot\, Wague mural) 7/8/21 \nParadise essay by Johnny \n  \nIssue #52 The Art of Happiness (picture of Slava Polunin) 7/22/21 \nSlava Polunin’s TED talk \n  \nIssue #53 The Three Questions (picture of Leo Tolstoy) 8/5/21 \nThe Three Questions (story) \n  \nIssue #54 War: What is It Good For? (picture: First and Last Day of Spring by Jonathan Winters) 8/19/21 \nquotes from Ten Commandments\, Dhammapada\, Hermann Göring\, and the song “War” by Norman Whitfield and Barrett Strong \nMichel Deforge’s response to Kim Stafford’s poem “Old Glory’s New Red\, Black\, and Blue” \nsome thoughts by Johnny on Pacifism \nKim Stafford’s poem “Old Glory’s New Red\, Black\, and Blue” \n  \nIssue #55 Universal Declaration of Human Rights (picture of United Nations flag) 9/2/21 \nThe Universal Declaration of Human Rights \n  \nIssue #56 Another Humor Issue (picture of Mother Hubbard & her dog) 9/16/21 \nOld Mother Hubbard Nursery Rhyme \nlots of jokes \n  \nIssue #57 HEART! (picture of loteria card El Corazon) 9/30/21 \nPascal quote: The heart has its reasons… \nRocky’s essay: HEART! \nwake up\, heart! by Johnny Stallings \nLove Therapy in My Second Home by Alokananda Roy \n  \nIssue #58 Johnny’s Brief Guide to Ancient Greece (pictures of “The Death of Socrates” by David\, and a bust of Aeschylus) 10/14/21 \nEssay by Johnny about “Suppliants” project and Greek Philosophy & Drama \n  \nIssue #59  Poems from the Last Five Days by Kim Stafford (photos taken at the beach by Kim) 10/28/21 \nfive poems with commentaries by Kim Stafford \n  \nIssue #60 Recipe for Living a Life Rich in Meaning (pictures of four bodhisattvas: Brenda Erickson\, Dick Willis\, Jude Russell & Jack Baird) 11/11/21 \n“Beginning My Studies” by Walt Whitman \n“My Recipe for Living a Life Rich in Meaning” by Johnny \n  \nIssue #61 Goldfinches! (picture of Goldfinch) 11/25/21 \nJohnny’s theater piece: “Goldfinches!” \n  \nIssue #62 A Christmas Carol (picture of Scrooge beholding the Spirit of Christmas Present) 12/9/21 \nAbridged version of “A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens (for reading aloud) \n  \nIssue #63 Dream of a Ridiculous Man (picture of Goya’s sleeper dreaming Peaceable Kingdom) 12/23/21 \nJohnny’s version of Dostoevsky’s short story “Dream of a Ridiculous Man” \n  \nIssue #64 Brother West (photo of Cornel West) 1/6/22 \nCornell West on “What It Means to Be Human” \n  \nIssue #65 Big Sky Country  (picture of Glacier National Park) 1/20/22 \nPhotos and Texts by Abe Green\, including: \nDew & Honey by Kim Stafford \nRain by Neall Ryon \nquote from Love and Blessings \n quote from Dhammapada: “All that we are arises with our thoughts…” \n(Mexico vacation) \n  \nIssue #66 Big Sky Country Part Two (picture of bee on lilac blossom) 2/24/22 \nPhotos and Texts by Abe Green\, including: \nWhere the bee sucks\, there suck I \nBirth is not the beginning/ Death is not the end quote from Chuang Tzu \nThe smallest sprout shows there is really no death quote from Walt Whitman \nSo here I sit by my campfire… by Abe Green \nIt’s the job of wise people… by Johnny Stallings \nthoughts on Earth’s inhabitants by Abe Green \nLessons from a Tree by Kim Stafford \nThe Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry \nthoughts on broken objects by Abe Green \n  \nIssue #67 What Are Some of Your Favorite Books? (picture of the cover of Borgel) 3/10/22 \nSome favorite books from Kim Stafford\, Patrick Walsh\, Ken Margolis\, Deborah Buchanan\, Jude Russell\, Bill Faricy\, Will Hornyak\, Jeffrey Sher and Johnny Stallings. \n  \nIssue #68 War & Peace & Spring! (photos of plum tree and Ukrainian refugees) 3/24/22 \nlink to Spring Equinox issue of peace\, love\, happiness & understanding (3/18/21) \nPlum Trees in War by Kim Stafford \nThomas Bray’s favorite books \nVernal Sentiment by Theodore Roethke \nKatie’s favorite books \nOn Pilgrimage by Czeslaw Milosz \nAt the Un-National Monument along the Canadian Border by William Stafford \na favorite book of Michel Deforge \nfavorite books of Brandon Gillespie and his thoughts on Spring and War \nlet’s pretend by Johnny Stallings \nMy Foolproof Plan for World Peace by Johnny Stallings \nlink to Ukraine meditation group \n  \nIssue #69 Carl Sandburg (picture of Potato Face Blind Man) 4/7/22 \nDefinitions of Poetry by Carl Sandburg \nThe Potato Face Blind Man Who Lost the Diamond Rabbit on His Gold Accordion by Carl Sandburg \nHow the Potato Face Blind Man Enjoyed Himself on a Fine Spring Morning by Carl Sandburg \nThe Right to Grief by Carl Sandburg \nHappiness by Carl Sandburg \nlink to Those Darn Accordions playing Let Me Stand Next to Your Fire by Jimi Hendrix \nlink to Flaco Jimenez\, Mingo Saldivar\, Pete Ybarra\, David Farias & David Lee Garza \nlink to Clifton Chenier playing Tighten Up \n  \nIssue #70 A Midsummer Night’s Dream in Prison (picture of Bottom & Titania) 4/21/22 \nlink to National Poetry Month on poets.org website \nlink to Shakespeare issue of “peace\, love\, happiness & understanding” 4/23/20 \nplug for upcoming Bibliophiles!\, and link to Keith on the Mysteries of Shakespeare’s Sonnets \nannouncement of Portland premiere of A Midsummer Night’s Dream in Prison \nthe history of prison dialogues and plays: how A Midsummer Night’s Dream in Prison came to be \n  \nIssue #71 Some Poems (picture of sidewalk covered with cherry blossoms) 5/5/22 \nA Question by Joshua Barnes \nFlickering by Joshua Barnes \nthoughts on akrasia by Alex Tretbar \na blue little flower is nodding by Alex Tretbar \nthe rumor by Nick Eldredge \nHow to Be an Old Man of Some Scant Worth by Kim Stafford \nearth the door Orpheus goes through by Deborah Buchanan \nGhost River by Deborah Buchanan \nUkraine by Mark Alter \nmy sangha by Johnny Stallings \namateur dilettante by Johnny Stallings \n  \nIssue #72 Poems By Women (first page has Emily Dickinson; pictures of the other poets accompany their poems) 5/19/22 \nThe Infinite a sudden Guest by Emily Dickinson \nA Light exists in Spring by Emily Dickinson \nO Taste and See by Denise Levertov \nfrom My Wisdom by Naomi Shihab Nye \nHappiness by Jane Kenyon \nfrom Reconciliation: A Prayer by Joy Harjo \nAt Blackwater Pond by Mary Oliver \nMiracle Fair by Wisława Szymborska \nThe Award by Alice Walker \nDespite the Hunger by Alice Walker \n  \nIssue #73 Walt on my mind…and in my heart (painting of Walt Whitman by Rick Bartow) 6/2/22 \nCelebration of Walt Whitman’s 203rd birthday \nlink to April 9\, 2020 issue of peace\, love & happiness\, celebrating Walt Whitman \nlink to new Friends of Walt Archive on the Open Road website \nEmerson’s letter to Whitman \nexcerpt from Emerson’s essay “The Poet” \nlink to May 7\, 2020 issue of peace\, love & happiness\, which featured Ingersoll’s essay “Crimes Against Criminals” \nAddress at the Funeral of Walt Whitman by Robert G. Ingersoll (March 30\, 1892) \n  \nIssue #74 Interview With Bryan Joyner (picture of Bryan Joyner) 7/7/22 \nExcerpts from CRCI Studio Interview with Bryan Joyner and link to YouTube video of interview \n  \nIssue #75 Adventure Tales! (picture of Edith Mirante in Burma 8/4/22 \nTales of Adventure from: \nEdith Mirante \nKim Stafford \nNick Eldredge \nJohnny Stallings \nAbe Green \n  \nIssue #76 William Blake (Blake’s painting “River of Life”) 9/1/22 \nLove to faults is always blind… \nArt Degraded\, Imagination Denied\, War Governed the Nations \nChildren of the future Age… \nThe Garden of Love \nTo see a World in a Grain of Sand… \naphorisms from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell \nfrom the Preface to Blake’s poem “Milton” \nThe Little Vagabond \nfrom The Marriage of Heaven and Hell \nEnion’s lament from The Four Zoas \nfrom Visions of the Last Judgment \n  \nIssue #77 Kate Brown on Clemency (picture of Governor Kate Brown) 10/6/22 \nAmanda Waldroupe’s Guardian article about Oregon Governor Kate Brown’s historic use of clemency \n  \nIssue #78 R. H. Blyth (picture of R. H. Blyth) (12/1/22) \nEssay by Howard Thoresen on R. H. Blyth \n  \nIssue #79 Tender Buttons edited by Alex Tretbar (picture of Gertrude Stein) (1/5/23) \nEssay “A Carafe in Bb Major” by Alex Tretbar \n“Special Features” poem by Alex Tretbar \n“no comas” by Irene Cooper \n“the buttons are as tender as we make them” by Laura Winberry \nExcerpt from the song “Tender Buttons” by Trish Keenan of the band Broadcast \n“Stein’s Enigmas” essay by Kim Stafford \n“Lone Pine in Scotland” poem by Kim Stafford \n  \nIssue #80 Something That Changed the Way You See the World  (poster of “Song of Myself” by Rick Bartow) (2/2/23)  \n“In Memory of My Literary Godmother” by Will Hornyak \n“Coincidence” by Kim Stafford \nStory about visiting Sam Alley in hospice by Charles Erickson \nWalt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” by Johnny Stallings \nThe family I choose by Rocky Hutchinson \n“Five Tanka Written Upon Spending the Night in a New Apartment” by Alex Tretbar \n“Leftover Rainwater” by Elizabeth Domike \n  \nIssue #81 Favorite Poems (picture of a stone wall with a gate) (3/2/23)  \n“Vernal Sentiment” by Theodore Roethke (Jeffrey Sher) \n“After an Illness\, Walking the Dog” by Jane Kenyon (Elizabeth Domike) \n“I thought of all the doors that had opened and closed… by Jo Harjo (Deborah Buchanan) \n“A Meadow” by Czeslaw Milosz (Deborah Buchanan) \n“The Waking” by Theodore Roethke (Dave Duncan) \n“Easter\, 1916” by William Butler Yeats (Mark Danley) \n“Together\, We all go out Under the Cypress Trees in the Chou Family Burial-Grounds” by T’ao Ch’ien (Katie Radditz) \n“Reading an Anthology of Chinese Poems of the Sung Dynasty\, I pause to Admire the Length and Clarity of their Titles” by Billy Collins (Katie Radditz) \n“May I never by complete…” by Chuck Palahniuk (Jeff Kuehner) \n“Afternoon” by Max Ritvo (Alex Tretbar) \n“Valentine” by Ken Hunt (Kim Stafford) \n“Mending Wall” by Robert Frost (Scott Teitsworth) \n“The Salutation” by Thomas Traherne (Johnny Stallings) \nfrom “I Corinthians\, Chapter 13” by Paul the Apostle (Ken Margolis) \n  \nIssue #82 Favorite Films (picture of “The Rink”) (4/6/23)  \n“In the Beginning” and “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge” (Kim Stafford) \n“Ted Lasso\,” “Wings of Desire\,” “Moonrise Kingdom\,” “The Big Lebowski\,” “Hail\, Caesar!\,” “Bliss\,” “Brazil\,” “The Kingdom of the Fairies” & “The Rink” (Johnny Stallings) \n“The Count of Monte Cristo” (Brandon Gillespie) \nBook: This is Happiness by Niall Williams; Film: “The Mission” (Will Hornyak) \nWill sent a poem he wrote: “Why Baseball Matters” \n“The Rules of the Game” & “The Rider” (Ken Margolis) \n“Wings of Desire” (Elizabeth Domike) \n“Heaven Knows\, Mr. Allison” & “Heimat” (Katie Radditz) \n“The Crying Game” & “The Lives of Others” (Jude Russell) \n“Withnail & I” (Alex Tretbar) \n“Andrei Rublev” & “Tree of Life” (Prabu Muruganantham) \n  \nIssue #83  Books That Changed the Way You See the World (picture of For Your Own Good) (5/4/23)  \nThe Man Who Loved Children  (Ken Margolis) \nThe Skull Mantra  (Elizabeth Domike) \nHope for the Flowers\, Johnny Got His Gun & The Power of Myth  (Nicole Rush) \nThe Mahabharata  (Charles Erickson) \nGreen Mansions  (Katie Radditz) \nNicholas and Alexandra\, Peter the Great\, Catherine the Great\, American Prometheus & The Orientalist  (Jude Russell) \nFor Your Own Good\, Woman and Nature\, “Factory” & “Song of Myself”  (Johnny Stallings) \nFor Your Own Good  (Todd Oleson) \nMan’s Search for Meaning\, Writing My Wrongs\, The Master Plan\, My Grandmother’s Hands\, Homecoming & The Body Keeps the Score  (Michel Deforge) \n  \nIssue #84  Peace (picture of young man putting a flower in the barrel of a gun) (6/1/23) \nPoems by Deborah Buchanan: “Early Morning Hours\,” “The Only Now\,” “Unexpected\,” “The Tree in the Universe” \nThoughts on peace\, including poem “My Foolproof Plan for World Peace” by Johnny Stallings \n“Bolinas” by Tom Clark\, submitted by Alex Tretbar \nThoughts on peace by Rocky Hutchinson \n“Siddhartha’s prayer” by Bill Faricy \n“Surrounded” by Elizabeth Domike \n“Peace Tree” by Kim Stafford \n“Peace Within\, Peace Without”: thoughts on peace by Jude Russell \nThoughts on peace by Ken Margolis \n  \nIssue #85  Visions of Utopia & Paradise (picture of The Beatles’ Yellow Submarine) (8/3/23) \nQuote from Slava Polunin \nGonzalo’s utopia from The Tempest \nExcerpt from interview with Stratis Panourios about utopia and The Tempest in prison \nJohnny’s thoughts on utopia & paradise \nPoem by Tasos Leivaditis\, translated from the Greek by Spiros Chrisovitsianos \n“Borrowed Aura” poem by Kim Stafford \n“Words for Cup and Water” poem by Elizabeth Domike \n“What an Angel Said” poem by Alex Tretbar \n“Perfect Day” poem by Johnny Stallings \nQuote from Alan Watts \n  \nIssue #86  peace\, love\, happiness & understanding (picture of Rocky Hutchinson with eight puppies) (9/7/23) \nquote from Ai Weiwei \n“YARKHOTO” poem by Ai Qing \nletter from Abe Green \nletter from Rocky Hutchinson \n“Prairie Radio” poem by Kim Stafford \nexcerpt from “The Final Frontier” essay by Brian Doyle \n  \nIssue #87  Black Elk’s Vision (picture of Black Elk) (10/5/23) \npassages from Black Elk Speaks by Black Elk & John G. Neihardt \n“All My Relations” by Kim Stafford \n“My House is the Red Earth” by Joy Harjo \n“Grandfathers Whispering” by John Trudell \n“MOTHER EARTH: HER WHALES” by Gary Snyder \npassage from The Sacred Pipe by Black Elk & Joseph Epes Brown \n  \nIssue #88  The War Prayer (picture of Peanuts cartoon) (11/2/23) \n“Other Laws of War” by Kim Stafford \n“The War Prayer” by Mark Twain \nstory about New York City teacher Sari Beth Rosenberg from CNN \nsome thoughts by Johnny Stallings \n“Please Call Me by My True Names” by Thich Nhat Hanh  \n  \nIssue #89  Letters from Rocky and Lots of Poems (picture of Lake Grinnell in Glacier National Park) (12/7/23) \nLetters from Rocky \n“Gate A-4\,” a poem by Naomi Shihab Nye \nKurt Vonnegut quote about doing things because you enjoy them \n“Driving to the Headlands on the 23rd of December\,” poem by Gail Lester \n“Water Song\,” poem by Kim Stafford \nvideo of starling murmuration \n“Honesty\,” poem by Elizabeth Domike \npoem by Alex Tretbar \nsome thoughts by Johnny Stallings\, with Dhammapada quote \n  \nIssue #90  Celebration! (picture of Alan & Christine\, with Santa and dogs & cat) (1/4/24)  \nsome thoughts on celebration by Johnny  \n“I am with you” poem by Kim Stafford  \n“The Three Wise Men” poem by Will Hornyak \n  \nIssue #91 What has enlarged your world? (picture of Nancy in Guanajuato) (2/1/24)  \nThe Key to Sweden by Kim Stafford  \nAlex Tretbar recommends In Search of Lost Time  \nJohnny Stallings’ thoughts on the question “What has enlarged your world?” \nElizabeth Domike’s thoughts on the question “What has enlarged your world?” \nKatie Radditz’s thoughts on the question “What has enlarged your world?” \n  \nIssue #92  Abundance! (picture of Mexican ceramic Tree of World Literature) (3/7/24) \nThoughts on Abundance by Johnny\, including passages from King Lear\, Ulysses & “Song of Myself”   \n“Some Tides” poem by Will Hornyak   \nPreface to The Lagniappe by Kim Stafford   \npassage from “Last Prayer” essay by Brian Doyle \n  \nIssue #93  Creativity! (picture of Martha Graham) (4/4/24) \nletter by Martha Graham about creativity \n“Wild Visioning” poem by Kim Stafford \n“How to Make a Poem” poem by Kim Stafford \n“Creativity” essay by Kim Stafford about Naomi Shihab Nye’s essay “Maintenance” \nquotes from William Faulkner and Ernest Hemingway sent by Keith Scales \n“The Choice” poem by W. B. Yeats sent by Keith Scales \n“My Process of Creativity” essay by Deborah Buchanan\, including three of her poems: \n“Her Gaze Never Drops” \n“white orchid” \n“Retroactive Prayers” \ntwo ancient Mexican poems sent by Andy Larkin: \n“Here through art I shall live forever…” \n“The Artist” \n“Sisters” essay by Elizabeth Domike \nfour short poems by Johnny Stallings: \n“The trick of a poem is:” \n“i want to go to the place where poems come from” \n“the unwritten poem” \n“if i could put into words what i see out this window” \n  \nIssue #94  Mostly Poems (picture of cow weathervane\, with bird perched on it)  (5/2/24) \n“Remember” poem by Joy Harjo \n“Birthing Your Secret Self” poem by Kim Stafford \n“Not So Much” poem by Elizabeth Domike \n“MAD” poem by Brandon Lee Roy \nsome thoughts from Rocky Hutchinson \n“We Are Seven” poem by William Wordsworth \n  \nIssue #95  Blogs and Other Stuff (picture of “The Young Hare” by Dürer) (6/6/24)  \n“The Province of Clocks” poem by Alex Tretbar \nquote from Isaac Bashevis Singer about the wisdom that older people have \n“About Those Web Logs (Blogs)” essay by Elizabeth Domike \nsome thoughts by Johnny about “peace\, love\, happiness & understanding” and Walt Whitman \n  \nIssue #96  What Stories Do You Tell Yourself to Cheer Yourself Up?  7/4/24) \nJohnny’s thoughts on the stories he tells to cheer himself up  \nlink to a “Seasons Greetings” video by J Kahn   \n“The Summer Day” poem by Mary Oliver   \n“A Translation Project for Peace” and the poem “A Proclamation for Peace” by Kim Stafford   \nquote from Hallucinations by Oliver Sacks   \n“Love the Butcher Bird Lurks Everywhere” poem by William Stafford   \n“Gift” poem by Czesław Miłosz \n  \nIssue #97  Poems\, Letters & Other Writings  (picture by Saul Steinberg) 8/1/24 \n“I put on my glasses” poem by John Brehm \n“Walking Through a Wall” prose poem by Louis Jenkins   \nJ Kahn writes about “Marcel the Shell With Shoes”   \nJohnny responds to what J wrote   \nlyrics to “That Feel” by Tom Waits  \n “Nirvana” poem by Charles Bukowski   \nletter from Rocky Hutchinson   \nletter from Michel Deforge   \nJude writes about finding peace\, love\, happiness & understanding   \nKatie shared Gary Snyder’s poem: “I Went Into the Maverick Bar” \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n 
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SUMMARY:Your Enjoyment of the World is Never Right Till Every Morning You Awake in Heaven: Poems & Meditations of Thomas Traherne  7/20/24
DESCRIPTION:  \nYour Enjoyment of the World is Never Right  \nTill Every Morning You Awake in Heaven \n  \nJohnny Stallings reads poems and meditations of the Christian mystic Thomas Traherne (1636-1674)\, followed by dialogue. This is an Open Road event. \n  \nMuir Hall in Taborspace\, 5441 SE Belmont\, in Portland \nSaturday\, July 20th\, at 7 pm
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SUMMARY:¡Bardaphilia!  7/19-8/9
DESCRIPTION:  \n\n\n  \n\n\n\n“All the world’s a stage\, and all the men and women merely players…”\n\n\n\n  \n\n\n  \n\n\n\nBardaphilia!  \n  \nIf you don’t already love Shakespeare\, this class will remedy that. And if you do…you know there’s nothing more fun than reading the plays and poems together with friends. Actor and director Johnny Stallings is the genial host. Bring copies of some of the plays—(optional). We will make up the “curriculum” as we go along. This is an Open Road event. You’re invited! \n  \n\n\nArtspace Room at Taborspace\, 5441 SE Belmont \nFriday evenings\, July 19th & 26th\, August 2nd & 9th: 7-9 pm \nsuggested donation $5 per class    \n\n  \nIf you have questions\, you can email me at: stallingsjohnny.com \n  \npeace\, love & poetry \n  \nJohnny \n 
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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  7/4/24
DESCRIPTION:photo by Abe Green \n  \n  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nJuly 4\, 2024 \n  \nI asked some friends to answer this question: “What stories do you tell yourself to feel okay\, cheer yourself up\, bless the day?” \n  \nI like to remind myself that everything is miraculous. I tell myself that life is short\, this day is precious and so I want to live it in the Golden World. The Golden World is a name I give to a feeling that everything is perfect\, that this is Paradise. I’m most likely to feel this way in the quiet time at the beginning of the day—especially when thought and language fall away. So\, in addition to telling myself stories to cheer myself up\, I love to enjoy “the storyless state”—free of narratives\, free of cares.  \n  \nI have friends in books who have written about those moments of perfect beauty and joy: Walt Whitman\, Hafiz\, Thomas Traherne\, Kim Stafford\, Thich Nhat Hanh\, and others. I love the little book by Peter Schumann of the Bread & Puppet Theater\, St Francis Preaches to the Birds. I love Giotto’s painting of Saint Francis preaching to the birds. Nancy and I enjoy watching “Jeeves and Wooster” with Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie. We love watching Wes Anderson movies. The “Chaiyya Chaiyya” video (with English subtitles) from the movie “Dil Se” on YouTube always makes me happy. \n  \n—Johnny Stallings \n* \n  \nRe: the discussion\, after Jill’s reading of Mary Oliver\, of what to do with our one wild and precious life\, I offer this link to a video seasons greetings card I made when we lived in the Sierras\, long ago\, made with my little camcorder and scratchy sound\, circling the wildness we once tried to rein in\, and later yearned to touch: \n  \nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gFTtCsj0js \n  \n—J Kahn \n* \n  \nHere’s the Mary Oliver poem that Jill Littlewood shared\, that J was referring to: \n  \nThe Summer Day \n  \nWho made the world? \nWho made the swan and the black bear? \nWho made the grasshopper? \nThe grasshopper\, I mean— \nthe one who has flung herself out of the grass\, \nthe one who is eating sugar out of my hand\, \nwho is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down— \nwho is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. \nNow she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. \nNow she snaps her wings open\, and floats away. \nI don’t know exactly what a prayer is. \nI do know how to pay attention\, how to fall down \ninto the grass\, how to kneel down in the grass\, \nhow to be idle and blessed\, how to stroll through the fields\, \nwhich is what I have been doing all day. \nTell me\, what else should I have done? \nDoesn’t everything die at last\, and too soon? \nTell me\, what is it you plan to do \nwith your one wild and precious life? \n  \n—Mary Oliver \n* \n  \nA Translation Project for Peace \n  \nby Kim Stafford \n  \nA friend at the Oregon Society for Translators & Interpreters\, whose members work primarily in hospitals and the courts to help patients and clients outside the English language to navigate the system\, asked if she could invite my poem “A Proclamation for Peace” to travel around the world. \n  \nI said yes\, of course\, and last fall we held a zoom session with translators online in Japan\, Nepal\, India\, and elsewhere\, at work translating the poem. Since then\, we’ve decided to invite more languages into the project and make a book. We’re up to fifty languages and counting. As I describe the project on the back cover: \n  \nThis book sends a poem for peace around the world so it may become a new poem in Arabic and Hebrew\, Russian and Ukrainian\, Tibetan and Mandarin\, Tamil\, Vietnamese\, Polish\, Yoruba\, Yucatec\, and a host of  other languages. Together with notes about the peace-making translators and their languages\, and recordings of voices speaking gentle words\, this book is for the children of the world. \n  \n—from A Proclamation for Peace: Translated into World Languages \n  \nHere’s the poem in English\, and in Persian\, as translated by my friend in Tehran\, Alirezza Tagdareh: \n  \n     A Proclamation for Peace  \n  \nWhereas the world is a house on fire;  \nWhereas the nations are filled with shouting;  \nWhereas hope seems small\, sometimes  \n     a single bird on a wire  \n     left by migration behind.  \n  \nWhereas kindness is seldom in the news  \n     and peace an abstraction\n     while war is real;  \n  \nWhereas words are all I have;  \nWhereas my life is short;  \nWhereas I am afraid;\nWhereas I am free—despite all  \n     fire and anger and fear;  \n  \nBe it therefore resolved a song  \nshall be my calling—a song  \nnot yet made shall be vocation  \nand peaceful words the work  \nof my remaining days.  \n  \n  \n \n  \nAnd here is the poem read in Yoruba\, by my friend Abayo Animashaun from Nigeria: \n  \n \n  \nThe book will be available at Bookshop.org and other outlets by mid-September. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nElizabeth Domike sent this: \n  \nTo live on a day-to-day basis is insufficient  \nfor human beings; we need to transcend\,  \ntransport\, escape; we need meaning\,  \nunderstanding\, and explanation;  \nwe need to see over-all patterns  \nin our lives.  \nWe need hope\, the sense of a future.  \n  \nAnd we need freedom (or\, at least\,  \nthe illusion of freedom) to get beyond  \nourselves\, whether with telescopes  \nand microscopes and our ever-burgeoning  \ntechnology\, or in states of mind  \nthat allow us to travel to other worlds\,  \nto rise above our immediate  \nsurroundings. \n  \nWe may seek\, too\, a relaxing of inhibitions  \nthat makes it easier to bond with each other\,  \nor transports that make our consciousness  \nof time and mortality easier to bear.  \n  \nWe seek a holiday from our inner  \nand outer restrictions\, a more intense  \nsense of the here and now\, the beauty  \nand value of the world we live in. \n  \n—from Hallucinations by Oliver Sacks \n* \n  \nAlex Tretbar wrote: \n  \nHadn’t seen this one of Bill Stafford’s before. How gorgeous. \n  \nLove the Butcher Bird Lurks Everywhere \n  \nA gather of apricots fruit pickers left \ngleam like reasons for light going higher\, higher; \nI look half as hard as I can to tease \nthe fruit out of its green. \n        (It is time to run lest pity overtake us\, \n        and calamity pit invents to accompany itself: \n        to sigh is a stern act—we are judged by this air.) \n  \nDown the steady eye of the charging bear \na gun barrel swerves—intention\, then flame; \nand willows do tricks to find an exact place in the wind: \nresolution steady\, bent to be true. \n        (While there’s time \n        I call to you by all these dubious guides: \n        “Forsake all ways except the way we came.”) \n  \n—William Stafford\, from The Paris Review\, issue no. 22 (Autumn-Winter 1959-1960) \n* \n  \nThis is a summer poem if ever there was one.   It makes me think of your and Nancy’s back yard. I can relate except for the part about having no aches after working in the garden. sigh . . .  I know it will get better after all the beds are prepared and the seeds get growing. Then the salads make it all worth while.   \n  \nGift \n  \nA day so happy.  \nFog lifted early\, I worked in the garden. \nHummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.  \nThere was nothing on earth I wanted to possess. \nI knew no one worth my envying him.  \nWhatever evil I had suffered\, I forgot.  \nTo think that once I was the same man did not embarrass me.  \nIn my body I felt no pain.   \nWhen straightening up\, I saw the blue sea and sails.  \n  \n—Czesław Miłosz \n  \nWishing you all such a summer moment.    \nxoxo  Katie Radditz \n 
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SUMMARY:¡Bibliophiles Unanimous!  6/30/24
DESCRIPTION:  \n¡Beloved Bibliophiles! \n  \nOn June 30th\, our topic will be Books That Cheer You Up. \n  \nHere’s the Zoom link:  \n  \nhttps://us02web.zoom.us/j/87614013058 \n  \n  \nI hope to see you there!  \n  \npeace\, love & happiness  \nJohnny \n 
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SUMMARY:BLACK ELK'S VISION read by Johnny Stallings  6/22/24
DESCRIPTION:  \nJohnny Stallings \nreads \n  \nBLACK ELK’S VISION \n  \nSaturday\, June 22nd\, 7 pm \nMuir Hall in Taborspace\, 5441 SE Belmont\, Portland \n  \nthis Open Road event is free \n 
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SUMMARY:The Fabulous Deck Boys  6/21/24
DESCRIPTION:Music Lovers!\n \nOn Friday\, June 21st\, from 7 to 9 pm\, Deck Boys (https://www.deckboys.com)–featuring the inimitable Jeffrey Sher!–are gonna rock the Ross Island Grocery & Cafe\, 3502 S. Corbett\, Ave\, in Portland.\n \nIf you want to have a good time\, this is the place to be.\n \n \npeace\, love & music\n \nJohnny
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SUMMARY:¡Bibliophiles Unanimous!  6/16/24
DESCRIPTION:  \n“The real joy of a book lies in reading it over and over again\, and always finding it different\, coming upon another meaning\, another level of meaning.” \n–from Apocalypse by D. H. Lawrence \n  \n¡Beloved Bibliophiles! \n  \nOn June 16th\, our topic will be Books That Give You Something New Every Time You Read Them. \n  \nHere’s the Zoom link:  \n  \nhttps://us02web.zoom.us/j/87614013058 \n  \n  \nI hope to see you there!  \n  \npeace\, love & happiness  \nJohnny \n 
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SUMMARY:Open Road Meditation & Mindfulness Archive
DESCRIPTION:Avalokiteśvara from the Ajanta Caves \n  \n  \nOpen Road Meditation & Mindfulness Community \n  \nIn September of 2020\, Open Road board members–Bill Faricy\, Deborah Buchanan and Katie Radditz–along with Howard Thoresen and I\, inaugurated the Open Road Meditation & Mindfulness Community\, for people who live in prison and for those who don’t. If you are interested in meditation and mindfulness\, you are welcome to join us. The idea of the Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue is to provide support and encouragement for your spiritual practice–that is\, whatever gives your life meaning. \n  \nWe are not promoting any religious tradition. We will just be sharing our thoughts\, experiences\, questions and friendship in order to support and encourage each other in living more peacefully and mindfully. To begin\, we will be using Your True Home by Thich Nhat Hanh as a jumping off point for dialogue. As we go along\, we will use other inspirational texts and poems\, along with everyone’s personal ruminations. \n  \nI will coordinate the writings of prison residents through the Open Road post office box\, and use email for everyone else. To begin\, everyone is invited to find one of the 365 meditations in Thich Nhat Hanh’s book that inspires you and write something in response to it. You can use other sources of inspiration as well. \n  \nOn the 15th of every month I will send out what I’ve collected from everyone to all the participants. You are free to respond to what other people write\, or just ponder it. \n  \nHere is the first Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue\, published on September 15\, 2020. \nHere’s the second Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue\, published on October 15\, 2020. \nHere’s the third Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue\, published on November 15\, 2020. \nHere’s the fourth Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue\, published on December 15\, 2020. \nHere’s the fifth Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue\, published on January 15\, 2021. \nHere’s the sixth Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue\, published on February 15\, 2021. \nHere’s the seventh Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue\, published on March 15\, 2021. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for April 15\, 2021. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for May 15\, 2021. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for June 15\, 2021. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for July 15\, 2021. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for August 15\, 2021. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for September 15\, 2021. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for October 15\, 2021. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for November 15\, 2021. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for December 15\, 2021. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for January 15\, 2022. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for February 15\, 2022. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for March 15\, 2022. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for April 15\, 2022. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for May 15\, 2022. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for June 15\, 2022. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for July 15\, 2022. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for August 15\, 2022. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for September 15\, 2022. \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for October 15\, 2022 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for November 15\, 2022 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for December 15\, 2022 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for January 15\, 2023 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for February 15\, 2023 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for March 15\, 2023 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for April 15\, 2023 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for May 15\, 2023 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for June 15\, 2023 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for July 15\, 2023 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for August 15\, 2023 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for September 15\, 2023 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for October 15\, 2023 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for November 15\, 2023 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for December 15\, 2023 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for January 15\, 2024 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for February 15\, 2024 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for March 15\, 2024 \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for April 15\, 2024   \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for May 15\, 2024  \nMeditation & Mindfulness Dialogue for June 15\, 2024 \n  \nHere are two meditation texts:  \na talk on Beginner’s Mind by Shunryū Suzuki (1904-1971) \nthe earliest Zen text\, Hsin Hsin Ming\, by Seng Ts’an\, the Third Zen Patriarch (529-606 A.D.) \nIf you’d like to join our merry band\, email me and let me know. \n  \nJake was in segregation (solitary confinement) at Two Rivers prison when he wrote this: \n\n49 – What is a leaf?\n \nIs one of my favorites! In segregation we have paintings that are of different scenes. At first it was cool\, then I and others got over it. But since putting this wisdom of Thich Nhat Hanh in perspective you see more than a painting. For it opens my eyes to the time\, the painter\, the painter’s years of art skills\, everything down to what makes paint…paint. There are so many miracles that came together to make these paintings! It’s amazing. Now I try to be mindful of what miracles come into place to make people I meet\, foods I eat. Being conscious of what had to come together to create your best friend or your favorite food gives you much more appreciation for how they come to be in your life .\n \nThank you for giving me a chance\, Johnny. I’m really working on myself. My goal is day by day. (Today be less ego-oriented.) Trying to not care who judges me for being me. Because that’s not my problem\, I am happy and peaceful. It’s been a sacrifice\, but as I’m learning sacrifice is the way to a peaceful life!\n \nPeace Love Happiness\n \n–Jake\n\n\n\n\n\n\n  \n  \nMay all people be happy. \nMay we live in love. \n  \n–Johnny Stallings \nExecutive Director\, The Open Road
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SUMMARY:Meditation & Mindfulness 6/15/24
DESCRIPTION:photo of Will Hornyak (and surroundings) by Michael Wetter \n\n  \nOpen Road Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue \n\n  \nJune 15\, 2024 \n  \nEvery day\, priests minutely examine the Dharma \nAnd endlessly chant complicated sutras. \nBefore doing that\, though\, they should learn \nHow to read the love letters sent by the wind and rain\, the snow and moon. \n  \n—Ikkyū (1394-1481)\, translated by John Stevens \n* \n  \n“Sometimes a conversation can be the greatest adventure of your life.” \n  \n—Lyn Slater (sent by Jill Littlewood) \n* \n  \nHow \n  \nsmall birds      flit \nfrom bough \nto bough to bough \n  \nto bough to bough to bough \n  \n—Gary Snyder\, from danger on peaks \n* \nThe Owyhee River \n  \nUshers us \n Through canyons \nA thousand feet deep \nTwo million years old \n Past sheer\, towering \n Basalt walls\, chalk hills \nAlive with the songs of \n Canyon wrens\, chukar partridge\, quail. \n  \nEons of weathering \nIce\, floods and wind \nYield cracks and crevices \nLedges and knolls \nPerfect perches \nFor eagles\, hawks \nRavens and falcons. \nNiches hold soil and seed \nBirth flowering shrubs. \nWhite phlox\, yellow arrowroot \nErupt from unlikely fissures  \nIn drab stone walls.   \n  \n Just below Montgomery Rapids \nThe river slows\, deepens \n We are engulfed  \nIn clouds of industrious cliff swallows \nDarting wildly around us \nDaubing mud\, sculpting nests  \n The ancient stone face \n Cradling new dwellings and  \nDelicate feathered life.   \n   \nThe days are long and generous \nHot springs\, cold plunges \nCoyote songs at dusk \nJust one rattlesnake! \nWe navigate rapids named \n “Read-it-and-Weep” \n“Upset\,” “Nuisance” and “Squeeze” \n And dozens more \nScouting those \nWhere disaster is a possibility \nTerror and joy flowing together.   \n  \nThe stars seems so close here \nThe night silence complete \nSave for the swirl of current \nThe occasional slap of a beaver tail. \nA touch of whiskey  \nLoosens the tongue \nFor conversation\, laughter \nThe medicine of friendship \nLike the rising moon \nRenews\, restores\, heals. \n    \n We drink morning coffee  \nAnd welcome first light \nTo sage-covered hills \n Sandstone cliffs and water. \nSoon we’ll begin the ritual \nOf gathering\, packing up \nStrapping down the gear \nCasting off and feeling  \nThe first tug of current \nThe river drawing us  \nTo itself once again \n An old friend \nShouldering our load \nShowing us the way. \n  \n  \n—Will Hornyak\,     June 2024 \n* \n  \nI was thinking about meditation the other day\, and wrote this letter to Rocky: \n  \nJune 5\, 2024 \n  \nDear Rocky \n  \nThis morning I want to write to you about meditation and mindfulness. I know you are very busy these days. I hope you are able to find some time each day—even if it’s just five minutes—to just sit. \nWords like “meditation” and “mindfulness” can be misleading. Maybe just think of it as “quiet time.” A time when you don’t have to do anything\, or be anyone. Awake and alert. That’s all. No past\, no future. \nNo thought. \nNo thought? \nIf a thought arises\, look at it as if it is a cloud passing through the sky of your mind. All thoughts are just thoughts. They come and go. \nWith thought and language we label everything. We name every thing. We take something which is very big—life!—and confine it in words. \nWe confine ourselves. We imagine that we are a “man\,” that we are “in prison\,” that we are happy or sad. That we are separate from other people and from “the world.” These are all just ideas. \nIn silence\, all these little ideas just fall away. Something is still happening\, but it has no name. \nAfter five minutes or an hour of silence\, we have to rejoin other people in the activities of life. We have to pretend to be “Rocky” or “Johnny\,” and do the things that Rocky and Johnny have agreed to do—the things that other people rely on us to do. \nWriting in a journal during “quiet time” can be helpful—reflecting on our life\, reminding ourselves of the things that are most important. Remembering to be grateful. Remembering that every thing is miraculous. Nurturing feelings of peace\, love & happiness. \nCertain texts are good for “quiet time\,” to bring us to “the peace which passeth understanding.” Your True Home is good. So is “Song of Myself.” Also\, Tao Te Ching and Hsin Hsin Ming. The poems of Han Shan and Hafiz. The Only Revolution by Krishnamurti. Poems and meditations of Thomas Traherne. My theater pieces “Silence” and “The Golden World.” (The latter is in my book The Nonstop Love-In\, which I hope has some things in it that people find inspirational.) \nSilence puts us in touch with the reality that is larger than our descriptions and explanations of reality—which are small and partial. This feeling of boundless being is truer than our ideas about the world and truer than our ideas about who we are. \n  \npeace & love \nJohnny \n* \n  \nOne Trick Pony \n  \nI’ll be the first to say it: Oh yes\, I can be \npredictable—rise\, write a little song\, then \nputter the day away. And my verses\, they \nlament\, or praise\, in small compass. Nothing \ntoo fancy\, nothing too long or elaborate. \nAs for ambitious reach\, let it pass me by. \nDoesn’t every tree have all summer\, \nevery singing bird the whole sky to fill? \nMeanwhile\, the sun\, born in the big bang\, \nremains content to roil and smolder\, now \nand then to flare\, before settling back \nto seethe. So I seethe and suffer\, need \nand wonder\, try scratching syllables \nof joy\, or sorrow\, hope\, or warning. \nWhat more can I do than this— \na slow burn\, singing and singing. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \n#19 Flowers and Garbage \n“Flowers and garbage are both organic in nature.So looking deeply into the nature of a flower\, you can see the presence of the compost and the garbage. The flower is also going to turn into garbage\, but don’t be afraid! You are a gardener and you have in your hands the power to transform garbage into flowers\, into fruit\, into vegetables. You don’t throw anything away\, because you are not afraid of garbage. Your hands are capable or transforming it into flowers\, or lettuce or cucumbers. \nThe same thing is true of your happiness and your sorrow. Sorrow\, fear\, and depression are all a kind of garbage. These bits of garbage are part of real life\, and we must look deeply into their nature. You can practice in order to turn these bits of garbage into flowers. It is not only your love that is organic; your hate is\, too So you should not throw anything out. All you have to do is learn how to transform your garbage into flowers.” \n—from Your True Home by Thich Nhat Hanh \n  \nUgh. Garbage. I don’t even want to write about this\, because it just dredges up ugly\, old memories—memories of my first marriage and all of its ugliness\, fear\, chaos… But on reading Thich Nhat Hanh\, I realized that it was living through that ‘garbage’ is precisely what led me to my determination and devotion to loving and working on behalf of others who are considered ‘garbage’ by much of the world. Prison inmates\, rough teenagers\, Hispanic adults (documented or undocumented)\, the homeless\, the poor. I am called to be with these people and to instill in them the belief\, the understanding\, that they\, one and all\, have value and true worthiness and beauty in this world. \n  \nMy first husband let me know countless times (always in an alcoholic stupor) that I was a ‘piece of garbage.’ It is said\, and it is true\, that when you say something enough times\, the listener will come to believe it. And I did. Who was I to believe otherwise when the person closest to me told me over and over that I was useless\, stupid\, and…garbage. Nowadays it’s called gaslighting\, I think. Of course I was too ashamed to mention any of this to my dear\, concerned family or friends\, so it all just settled itself in my being and festered. \n  \nI escaped that marriage—and I flourished. (Latin—flor=flower). From the ‘garbage’ came the flower. I blossomed. I grew stronger and eventually I branched out and realized that that piece of  garbage could be valuable to others. Now I cultivate relationships with the ‘lost ones\,’ those denigrated and scorned and dismissed as worthless. I instill in them a sense of their value through love and attention and presence. I want to transform them all from garbage into flowers. \n  \n—Jude Russell \n* \nMichel Deforge asked me to let everyone know that he has transferred to Oregon State Correctional Institution (OSCI) in Salem. He likes it much better there. Here are some excerpts from his journal: \n  \nMay 6\, 2024 \n  \n….Some things are not good for me\, and at the same time I don’t benefit from obsessive focus (aversion). I simply don’t need to give any more energy than is polite to acknowledge existence. For example: my cellie of late opines loudly—whines even. If (when) I give this energy by having my own opinion\, and then sharing it\, I see something odious develop in the opinion each holds\, and aversion arises. If\, instead\, I let him rave but do not form my own opinion\, or at least don’t share my thoughts\, aversion is less powerful in me. I may still find his ideas odious\, they vanish quickly enough; unfed they wither. \n  \nMay 7\, 2024 \n  \nAbraham rushed to Sarah’s tent and said\, “Hurry! Three measures of the finest flour! Knead it and make cakes.” Abraham ran to the cattle and chose a tender\, choice calf. He gave it to a young man who rushed to prepare it. [While recovering from circumcision!]  —Genesis 18:6-7 \n  \nIndolence is easy. The only requirement is do little-to-nothing\, and think less of it. To follow Abraham’s example\, hosting unexpected travelers\, during the most painful day of convalescence from a minor surgery\, is to fight the siren song of self and indolence. He didn’t just follow pro forma for these guests\, he ran out to meet them—away from the comfort of shade and recuperation—and then back again to prepare not just a light snack\, but a full banquet in honor of his guests. In his great discomfort\, Abraham sets himself the task of providing for others’ comfort instead of his own. Many\, if not all of us\, would not do half as much. We’ll tell ourselves we would. But we know\, in the end\, pain and our own discomfort will win out\, driving us back to our cozy convalescence. I don’t blame us! What Abraham did was extra-ordinary. That’s what ENTHUSIASM does to one\, shifting focus and priorities toward where one is aiming his intent. Someday\, maybe I could be ENTHUSIASTIC as was Abraham. “If not now\, when?” \n  \n—Michel Deforge \n* \n  \nKatie Radditz sent this poem by Rilke: \n  \nDear darkening ground\, \nyou’ve endured so patiently the walls we’ve built\, \nperhaps you’ll give the cities one more hour \nbefore you become forest again\, and water\, and widening wilderness \nin that hour of inconceivable terror \nwhen you take back your name from all things. \nJust give me a little more time! \nI want to love the things \nAs no one has thought to love them\, \nUntil they’re worthy of you and real. \n  \nRainer Maria Rilke\, 1875 – 1926 \n* \n  \nElizabeth Domike sent this poem by Stanley Moss: \n  \nBright Day \n  \nI sing this morning: Hello\, hello. \nI proclaim the bright day of the soul. \nThe sun is a good fellow\, \nthe devil is a good guy\, no deaths today I know. \nI live because I live. I do not die because I cannot die. \nIn Tuscan sunlight Masaccio   \npainted his belief that St. Peter’s shadow \ncured a cripple\, gave him back his sight. \nI’ve come through eighty-five summers. I walk in sunlight. \nIn my garden\, death questions every root\, flowers reply. \nI know the dark night of the soul \ndoes not need God’s eye\, \nas a beggar does not need a hand or a bowl. \n  \n—Stanley Moss \n* \n  \nOur Lady of the Mangoes \n  \nSeñora Mango \nDoña Mango \nholds court behind the counter  \nof her shop\, \na five minute walk \nfrom our casita. \n  \nMorning till past dark \nshe waits\, taciturn\, \ndoes not look up. \n  \nHer buyers approach her \nfor pronouncements of cost: \ntwo tomatoes \nor one potato\, a handful \nof eggs secured  \nin a produce bag. \n  \nMost days I find her  \nsipping Cup of Noodles\, \nglued to the soaps \non a tiny TV  \nbeside the withering lettuce. \nHer husband watches  \nfrom a produce crate \nout of view. \n  \nI am there for mangoes \nzucchini\, avocados\, tomatoes \nonions\, bananas \ngarlic\, limes \npapaya and pineapple \na profusion of necessities \nsome too extravagant to buy  \nat home. \n  \nShe frowns at my use of \nher plastic bags. \nI learn to bring my own. \n  \nThere’s no space on her counter \nfor all I want to buy. Over time \nrecognizing me\, she \nmotions me to hand her my \nshopping bags. She jots down  \nmy total and picks \nthe right coins from my hand. \n  \nI greet her always and thank her \nwhen I leave. One day \nas I turn to go I hear her call \nafter me “Qué la vaya bien.” \nI call out to her in return. \n  \nDid I catch just a hint of a smile \nin her eyes? We have made progress. \nI walk my mangoes home. \n  \n  \n—Gail Lester\, Guanajuato\, March\, 2024
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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  6/6/24
DESCRIPTION:The Young Hare by Albrecht Dürer \n  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nJune 6\, 2024 \n  \nLive righteously and love everyone. \n  \n—tag on Yogi Tea bag \n* \n  \nAlex sent this poem: \n  \nThe Province of Clocks \n  \nThere aren’t many leaves left in the galaxy \nmagnolia planted on the museum grounds. \n  \nRavens explode from the county hospital \nroof as a result of internal pressure\, recalling \n  \nto me the nurse who caressed my hand \n-cuffed wrists at two in the morning \n  \nwhen I was sick and awaiting arraignment. She didn’t \nhave to do that. Now when I’m bored and uncurious \n  \nI try to remember what it was like to remember \nhow I held my face so close to the juniper\, redirected \n  \na moth from annihilation\, and asked my grief \nfor the hour. Contrary to popular belief\, clocks have more \n  \nto do with space than time\, and all guns really do is move \na thing very quickly into you. \n  \n—Alex Tretbar \n  \nfirst published in the journal Sixth Finch \n* \n  \nKen Margolis shared this: \n  \n“Literature has neglected the old and their emotions. The novelists never told us that in love\, as in other matters\, the young are just beginners and that the art of loving matures with age and experience. Furthermore\, while many of the young believe that the world can be made better by sudden changes in social order and by bloody and exhausting revolutions\, most older people have learned that hatred and cruelty never produce anything but their own kind. The only hope of mankind is love in its various forms and manifestations—the source of them all being love of life\, which\, as we know\, increases and ripens with the years.” \n  \n—from the “Author’s Note” to the book Old Love by Isaac Bashevis Singer \n  \nIsaac Bashevis Singer (1903-1997) won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1978—the only Yiddish writer to do so. \n* \n  \nI invited Elizabeth to write about her personal experience with blogs. Here’s what she wrote: \n  \nAbout Those Web Logs (Blogs) \n  \nI didn’t start writing regularly on the internet until the summer of 2000. Before then I had been posting poetry drafts for workshopping on a site called Open Diary. Not because I was workshopping the poems there. I was posting there because I met a couple of guys that wanted to workshop poems and instead of printing our poems out to share at our weekly coffeeshop meetings\, one of the guys suggested we use this online diary site. We could put our poems up\, we could see them\, critique them\, and hey maybe if we got lucky someone else would as well. \n  \nThat was in 1998. We used what we called “diary names”. There were three of us at that first meeting. When we put up our draft poems there was a front-page feature that folks out in the world would scroll through and click on something that interested them. There was the ability to leave notes on someone’s post. I think we had rudimentary hashtags too\, so people interested in poetry might find us that way. \n  \nI didn’t get much traffic\, but the two male poets got more\, and I would look at their notes and click on those people’s diaries. These were people writing regularly all over the world about their lives behind this porous wall of assumed anonymity. \n  \nThere was flirting\, there was drama\, as more and more folks coming to the local open mic readings found out we were doing this and joined. People started writing more than poetry and those of us still writing poetry and reading it were parsing it for the juiciest possible details about each other. Factions developed. Feelings were expressed. It was a free for all. \n  \nI was reading about the daily lives of people all over the English-speaking world that I stumbled upon or who had found me. I remember a particular day clearly\, keeping the poetry page\, I decided to set up a page to talk about myself and my life\, so I didn’t feel like I was lurking\, I was participating. There were ads but somewhere around 2003 or so we got the option to have no ads if we paid a modest amount either monthly or annually. \n  \nThere were various levels of privacy available too. You could have Friends Only; this is before Facebook became ubiquitous. But I decided to keep my writing public. This became an issue when my family and coworkers started reading what I was writing. Did I mention drama? Crazy drama with misinterpretation and envy and grudges and… \n  \nIt was kind of fun in an I know this probably isn’t a good idea transgressive sort of way. \n  \nNow you would think\, oh\, well the thing to do then is manage privacy to minimize the drama\, but being a person who likes a challenge I decided to figure out a way to write regularly about my life that my family and close friends could read and be okay with. This took a couple of years\, and I would say that the biggest lesson I learned is that the only story that is mine to tell is…mine. \n  \nStill to this day\, things can get a little slippery in this arena if I know someone isn’t reading my posts or a perceived affront occurs… but mostly\, I manage the impulse and keep things on the understated side. So… no trainwrecks. \n  \nOne of the poets I started this adventure with I became very close to\, and he pretty much only posted poetry. He didn’t have the diary impulse. His diary name was Mr. Finch and mine was (and still is) noko. Noko was my first cat\, a gorgeous Norwegian Forest Cat. Johnny’s diary name is Walt\, for obvious reasons. \n  \nBut oh\, Mr. Finch was able to create drama. And he had strong (right wing I might add) opinions. \n  \nAnd then he got sick. By then we were inseparable. I wrote about his illness. He had lung cancer that had spread to his brain. Taking care of him was this isolating thing. I was working full time and caring for him and I wrote about it all on this diary\, blog thing\, as often as I could. \n  \nPeople we had connected to all over the world were following along. They left unbelievably supportive and useful notes. We would read them together. And it helped. It helped us get through the hard days and the days where silly things happened and the days\, deep breath\, I needed to interact with his insane family full of alcoholics and one particularly challenging niece with M.S. and a crush on him. But we won’t go there\, okay. \n  \nAt some point the guy running the website decided he couldn’t do it anymore. There was much distress. Eventually another guy decided he would set up a new website and many of us went there. It is called Prosebox. It works a lot better than Open Diary ever did\, costs a modest sum to use without ads\, allows pictures if one hosts them elsewhere. \n  \nWhen Mr. Finch and I\, (we often called each other by our diary names) started a poetry press\, open mic reading\, we also started a Blogspot blog. We both wrote on that. It is a blogger’s blog called Meander Knot Press. I haven’t written on there since 2016 but it is still extant. \n  \nThe reach of the writing I do on Prosebox\, usually twice a week and noting every few days is small\, meaningful\, and broadly international. A number of people who “read me”\, I read as well and (for some of us 24 years) our communications have developed into deep caring connections. I have met some people in person over the years. Never a disappointment. \n  \nI have accounts on Facebook\, Instagram\, Medium and Substack. But I barely use any of them. I do read some accounts on Substack regularly. This has become the place where folks who are not part of a media organization go to say things they have to say. People put up a certain amount of content for free or you can subscribe for more. \n  \nSubstack has expanded recently to include podcasts. I love podcasts\, the voice is so intimate. \n  \nThe most popular Substack is by the historian Heather Cox Richardson:  https://heathercoxrichardson.substack.com/. It is called Letters From an American. If you give your email address you can have access for free to some material. There is now a feature where if you subscribe\, (I do for $5 a month) you get access to her reading her posts out loud. I wasn’t finding time to read them regularly\, but I can listen when I am doing chores and I happily do. \n  \nA popular independent and successful blog is The Marginalian by Maria Popova that I know a number of you subscribe to. You can find her here:  https://www.themarginalian.org/about/ \n  \nThe thing is… people are busy. When I get asked why I would write about myself regularly and make it public…that is crazy… I just smile. I don’t expect anyone to read what I write unless they find something to connect to there. I wrote a post a few hours ago with a picture of wild blackberries in bloom and a widow in Midland Canada who was born in Singapore and married a missionary and a retired maths teacher with partial dementia from Victoria Australia read it and left notes. \n  \nThe sweet serendipity of it all makes my heart sing a happy song. It appears the years of effort were worthwhile. \n  \n—Elizabeth Domike \n* \n  \n“The Marginalian” was originally called “Brain-Pickings.” I’ve been getting it in my Inbox for years. It is one of the inspirations for “peace\, love\, happiness & understanding.” I like to think of this as a “journal\,” rather than a “newsletter.” There’s no news in it. When Covid was arriving in early 2020\, Nancy and I were thinking about how it was going to make life in prison even worse! I thought some of our friends in prison might enjoy getting something in the mail every week\, especially something with upbeat\, inspirational content. (I rely on poems a lot.) These days it comes out on or about the first Thursday of the month. I mail it to about 2o people in prison\, and email it to a little over 100 people “on the outside.” (Does emailing it make it a “blog”?) Since the Spring of 202o\, a lot of our friends who were then in prison are out now. Hallelujah! \n  \nOn the Open Road website there is a peace\, love\, happiness & understanding Archive: https://openroadpdx.com/event/peace-love-happiness-understanding-archive/. This is the 95th Issue! \n  \nWalt Whitman’s 205th birthday was on May 31st. We celebrated with a cake and I performed my hour-long version of his poem “Song of Myself.” I’ve been doing that for a long time. It seems to make everyone happy—including me.  \n  \nIt’s weird to me that 169 years after Walt wrote this poem\, it is not more widely read\, appreciated\, and enjoyed than it is. Many people I ask about the poem say they haven’t read it—or that they read it long ago\, in school. \n  \nChapter Two of the book Black Elk Speaks and “Song of Myself” seem to me to be the most important texts that have come from America. As a wisdom text\, I have found it to be more helpful in changing the way I see and feel and experience the world than the Sermon on the Mount\, the Bhagavad Gita\, or the Tao Te Ching. High praise!—but true\, I think\, for me. \n  \nHere are some things about Walt Whitman and “Song of Myself” from the Open Road website: \n  \nhttps://openroadpdx.com/event/peace-love-happiness-walt-whitman-issue-4-9-4-15/ \nhttps://openroadpdx.com/event/peace-love-happiness-understanding-6-2-22/ \nhttps://openroadpdx.com/event/friends-of-walt-an-archive/ \n  \nAnd there’s an essay titled “Walt and Me” in my book The Nonstop Love-In\, which is available from the Multnomah County Library: \n  \nhttps://multcolib.bibliocommons.com/v2/record/S152C2348579 \n  \nIt can also be ordered from Open Road Press \n  \nhttps://openroadpdx.com/open-road-press/ \n  \nand from Powell’s Books and Amazon. \n  \nWell\, that’s about it for this time. \n  \n  \nMuch love to y’all\, \nJohnny
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SUMMARY:¡Bibliophiles Unanimous!  6/2/24
DESCRIPTION:painting of Walt Whitman by Rick Bartow \n  \n  \n¡Beloved Bibliophiles! \n  \nOn May 31st\, Walt Whitman turned 205! We celebrated at Taborpsace with a birthday cake and “Song of Myself.” This Sunday at 3 p.m. (PDT)\, we will read together from Song of Myself and talk about the passages that delight and inspires us. \n  \nHere’s the Zoom link:  \n  \nhttps://us02web.zoom.us/j/87614013058 \n  \n  \nI hope to see you there!  \n  \npeace\, love & happiness  \nJohnny
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SUMMARY:Johnny Stallings performs Walt Whitman's Song of Myself
DESCRIPTION:painting of Walt Whitman by Rick Bartow \n  \n  \nJohnny Stallings  \nperforms \n  \nWalt Whitman’s \n  \nSong of Myself \n  \nFriday\, May 31  *  7:30 p.m.  *  Muir Hall at Taborspace   \n5441 SE Belmont \n  \nthis event is free \n  \n 
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SUMMARY:AS THE SKY BEGINS TO CHANGE: Kim Stafford Poetry Reading
DESCRIPTION:Hey Everyone!\n \nKim will be reading from his latest book at Broadway Books (1714 NE Broadway) this evening (5/21/24) at 6 pm.\n \nIt will be wonderful!\n \n \npeace\, love & poetry\n \nJohnny
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SUMMARY:Bibliophiles Unanimous!  5/19/24
DESCRIPTION:  \n¡Beloved Bibliophiles! \n  \nOn Sunday\, May 19th\, at 3 p.m. PDT\, our theme will be Old Poems! What are some of your favorite poems that were written before 1900? \n  \nHere’s the Zoom link:  \n  \nhttps://us02web.zoom.us/j/87614013058 \n  \n  \nI hope to see you there!  \n  \npeace\, love & happiness  \nJohnny
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SUMMARY:Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue  5/15/24
DESCRIPTION:  \nOpen Road Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue \n  \nMay 15\, 2024 \n  \nKatie sent this: \n  \nDo all the good you can\, \nBy all the means you can\, \nIn all the ways you can\, \nIn all the places you can\, \nAt all the times you can\, \nTo all the people you can\, \nAs long as ever you can. \n  \n–John Wesley (1703-1791) \n* \n  \n     For so long I wandered in the darkness and stayed from the light\, I was safe there\, I was out of sight. \n     Not knowing what it was that led along in life\, a thread pulled on my heart\, some would call it luck\, I am alive. \n     Whatever it is\, I’ve always followed my heart and when I’ve not done so…things don’t work out so well for me. \n     We all have a passion inside of us; driven by it\, great things come from each of us for others\, for all we love in life. \n     To give to each other the love we have in our hearts\, is truly what is important in life\, it keeps all of us together. \n  \n—Rocky Hutchinson  4-18-24 \n* \n  \n#16  Embrace Them With Great Tenderness \n  \n“Do not fight against pain and do not fight against irritation or jealousy. Embrace them with great tenderness\, as though you were embracing a little baby. Your anger is yourself\, and you should not be violent toward it. The same goes with all of your emotions.” \n—Thich Nhat Hanh\, from Your True Home \n  \nOh how important it is to remember this! I am so glad that Thich Nhat Hanh is here to verify\, to validate this aching truth for me. \n  \nAfter fifteen years of inexpressible joy with my dear pooch\, my dear dog\, Lolo (yes\, named for Lolo Pass in the mountains\, to replace her shelter name of…Tiffany)\, she is deteriorating rapidly\, and I doubt we have six more months with her. Where once not long ago she could hike 10-12 miles with me\, now she can walk only a couple short walks around our property. Her kidneys are failing and her hind legs wobble and collapse until I prop her up and give her a little pep talk.  \n  \nMy heart is breaking. Yes\, we’ve had 15½ joyful years with her\, so true\, but now comes what I have dreaded—accompanying yet another dog through the death process. \n  \nMy heart is breaking\, and yet I realized that this great sadness is so filled with love that it is beautiful\, that I am fortunate to be feeling this sadness\, because it is all love for this creature. My heart is full\, and whether it is sadness or joy\, the important thing is that my heart is full\, and alive. \n  \n—Jude Russell \n* \n  \n     Beauty Blind \n  \nHave I grown blind to the attractions of the ordinary? \nHave I lost the mundane matrix in background weave \nof common days\, where the blossom distracts me \nfrom the stem’s grace\, which distracts me \nfrom the leaf’s holy hue\, which distracts me \nfrom earth\, essential earth\, each crumb of origin? \n  \nAny bright young face in the crowd can steal \nmy attention from all beautiful variations \nof the human tribe\, from the honest old\, the brutal \nbroken\, the pluck and persistence of the unseen. \nWake up\, sleepy wisdom. See as sky sees\, \npouring light in bounty over all of us. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nWhy should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom. \n—Rumi \n  \nAs is the world right now! \n  \n—Jill Littlewood\n* \n  \nFrom the Rubaiyat: \n  \nThe Bird of Time has but a little way \nTo fly—and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing. \n—Omar Khayyam \n  \n—J Kahn \n* \n  \nRhododendrons are in bloom! Our whole neighborhood is a gigantic garden. \n  \nUnder the greenwood tree \nWho loves to lie with me \nAnd turn his merry note \nUnto the sweet bird’s throat\, \nCome hither\, come hither\, come hither. \n     Here shall he see \n     No enemy \nBut winter and rough weather. \n  \nWho doth ambition shun \nAnd loves to live i’ th’ sun\, \nSeeking the food he eats \nAnd pleased with what he gets\, \nCome hither\, come hither\, come hither. \n     Here shall he see \n     No enemy \nBut winter and rough weather. \n  \n[“Who” here means “Anyone who”] \n  \nThis song comes from Shakespeare’s play As You Like It. The play and the song belong to the pastoral tradition in literature\, where rural life is imagined as idyllic and innocent. Usually shepherds are involved. William Blake’s Songs of Innocence are in that tradition. \n  \nThis morning I’m thinking about how we live inside the worlds we imagine. In our lives\, innocence gives way to experience. And then maybe…I don’t know what…another kind of innocence. Here’s a poem from my book The Nonstop Love-In that may be about that: \n  \nlet’s pretend \n  \ninstead of pretending that we are afraid \nthat we must improve \nthat we have enemies \nthat the future will arrive someday \n  \nlet’s pretend everything is sacred \npretend this is Paradise \npretend every moment is precious \npretend we love everyone \n  \npretend our joy knows no bounds \npretend we are the whole wide world \n  \n—Johnny Stallings \n* \n  \nGRATITUDE \n  \n“The Hebrew term for gratitude translates as ‘recognizing the good.’ Myriad benefits come to us every day\, but most of us find it easy to overlook them and instead focus on what we lack. This trait is an invitation to sensitize yourself to the good and to the gifts that are certain to be present in your life at every moment\, even if at the same moment there happen to be difficulties. \n  \n—AWAKEN TO THE GOOD AND GIVE THANKS \n  \nPRACTICE: Say ‘thank you’ to every person who does even the slightest thing that is helpful or beneficial to you.” \n—Alan Morinis\, from Every Day\, Holy Day \n  \nIt is easy to obscure my daily Positive experiences or overlook the seemingly-small kindnesses of others during the day. Yet\, I know from previous experience (now lapsed) that any effort to see and appreciate these moments only expands my joy and positive experiences throughout the day. I enjoy the mantra for today. Giving thanks is the easy part\, mostly. The seeing of good or Positives—thus awakening—is my threshold of challenge. I can’t help but recall the Robin Williams movie\, “Awakenings”; noticing how easy it is to fall into a torpor of catatonia for others’ kindnesses—not even “seeing” that which is slapping my face\, repeatedly. Like the patients\, I need an “L-Dopa” therapy to shock me from my torpor to sharp alert and to fully present experience of my world and life as it is. Here’s to awakenings for even slight helps\, benefits or “good” moments Today! \n  \nI’ve wanted a “new” mindfulness practice: Providence has afforded me this Mussar practice—combining Judaism\, meditation and mindfulness into a regular practice. I learned recently in a read on Hasidis that Zen\, which I practiced earlier (2014-2020)\, is very akin to Jewish Kabbalah practices\, and now I have Mussar exercises for my meditation moments daily!  \n  \nP.S. Having an audience for writing is a helpful focus and—THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT! \n  \n—Michel Deforge
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SUMMARY:Bibliophiles Unanimous!  5/5/24
DESCRIPTION:  \n¡Beloved Bibliophiles! \n  \nOn Sunday\, May 5th\, at 3 p.m. PDT\, our theme will be Sci-Fi! What are your favorite Science Fiction books and movies? \n Here’s the Zoom link:  \n  \nhttps://us02web.zoom.us/j/87614013058 \n  \n  \nI hope to see you there!  \n  \npeace\, love & happiness  \nJohnny
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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  5/2/24
DESCRIPTION:THE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nMay 2\, 2024 \n  \nKatie sent this poem. Joy Harjo was Poet Laureate from 2019-2022. \n  \nRemember \n  \nRemember the sky that you were born under\, \nknow each of the stars’ stories. \nRemember the moon\, know who she is. \nRemember the sun’s birth at dawn\, that is the \nstrongest point of time. Remember sundown \nand the giving away to night. \nRemember your birth\, how your mother struggled \nto give you form and breath. You are evidence of \nher life\, and her mother’s\, and here. \nRemember your father. He is your life\, also. \nRemember the earth whose skin you are: \nred earth\, black earth\, yellow earth\, white earth \nbrown earth\, we are earth. \nRemember the plants\, trees\, animal life who all have their \ntribes\, their families\, their histories\, too. Talk to them\, \nlisten to them. They are alive poems. \nRemember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the \norigin of this universe. \nRemember you are all people and all people \nare you. \nRemember you are this universe and this \nuniverse is you. \nRemember all is in motion\, is growing\, is you. \nRemember language comes from this. \nRemember the dance language is\, that life is. \nRemember. \n  \n—Joy Harjo \n* \n  \nBirthing Your Secret Self \n  \nMusic can get you without being seen. \nPainting can move you without a word. \nPoetry works because you can’t explain. \nDrawing distills your vision’s blur to lines. \nWith film\, you swim a different river. \nLive theater plucks you from time’s prison. \nPuppets lift you into antic life. Dance \ntugs your dreams from darkness to stand \nand stamp\, pivot\, swoon and swirl. So\, \nfreed from gravity\, from barren facts\, \nyour spirit sings its colors hid too long. \nBy art\, slow days are quickened\, and \nall your torn hopes healed as by these \nmagic acts to your inner eye at last \nrising tall you stand revealed. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nNot So Much \n  \nI used to be captured by longing. \nNot so much anymore. The ghost \nof it resonates\, rain on an \nindustrial drum outside a warehouse \nnear an old dock\, quiet on a Sunday afternoon. \n  \nThe place the ache left remains. \nWind comes up then whistles \nthrough big sky\, open horizon. \nThe possibilities aren’t quite as endless \nas they used to be. Blue petals \n  \nof a flower open anyway. \nThere is a break in the clouds. \nI go for a walk. \nEven if it is just in my mind. \nMore space has opened up to roam. \n  \n—Elizabeth Domike \n* \n  \n“MAD” \n  \nIt never makes Sense. \nOnce you’re down the rabbit hole\, \nYou’ll never come up. \n  \nOh no! I must be morbidly mad; \nFor can’t you see that everything that falls upon me— \nthe good\, the bad\, the pretty\, the ugly was eloquently \nenvisioned to carry me (no\, not you! Rather simply just me.) \nthrough the event horizon to a new reality? \n  \nMy mind\, it ebbs and it flows on the shore with the \nrocks. I mustn’t be late! Tick…Tock…alas it \ndoes seem\, I am in need\, of a new “cuckoo” clock. \n  \nThe stars in the sky\, they seem so high. \nThat is of course unless you view them from my \nmind’s eye. A light year’s not far\, and an eon’s not \nlong. \n  \nWill you come with me to a new dimension? \n  \n—Brandon Lee Roy \n* \n  \n3-26-24 \n5:40 a.m. \nDear Johnny \n  \nIt’s a beautiful rainy Spring morning here. I just wanted to start sending pieces for both newsletters again. I should never be too busy for this. \n  \nWhen I read “The Open Road” & “Mindfulness  & Meditation” I feel the Love & emotions that every one has in them. The amount of wisdom I get is…stunning\, to say the least. To me they are works of art from everyone’s heart. Nothing in these compilations we all participate in are simple information; they’re complex\, beautiful & cultivate positive growth within each of us in some way. In some way each of us needs some piece of them to complete some part of us…for me\, that’s how it feels. \n  \nLove You All \nLove\, Rocky \nAll of the ways I’ve seen\, all the paths I’ve walked\, all that life was\, is & will be—can it be that I have found in it all the paths that set my heart ablaze with love and the will to be free from self doubt & self limitations? \n  \nEven confined within the concrete walls\, the fences\, the endless spools of razor wire\, through the fightings\, cuttings\, stabbings and broken bones\, the lying\, backstabbing\, manipulations\, and the fear of the prison guards who play with our lives\, minds and souls\, I’ve found this path. \n  \nThe path is not an easy one to navigate all the time. Every day has its distractions & traps to overcome\, same as life outside the walls of prison. But the golden path is the path I’m on\, and no one can take me off of it but me. I’ve no plans of trekking away from it any time soon. \n  \nThe world keeps spinning\, eclipses happen like a cosmic clock\, my heart is like yours—limited beats full of wounds\, love and joy. It rages like a thunderstorm on the sea in my chest\, the engine of my soul driving along my golden daily path. \n  \n—Rocky Hutchinson \n* \n  \nHere’s an old poem: \n  \nWe Are Seven \n  \n—-A simple Child\, \nThat lightly draws its breath\, \nAnd feels its life in every limb\, \nWhat should it know of death? \n  \nI met a little cottage Girl: \nShe was eight years old\, she said; \nHer hair was thick with many a curl \nThat clustered round her head. \n  \nShe had a rustic\, woodland air\, \nAnd she was wildly clad: \nHer eyes were fair\, and very fair; \n—Her beauty made me glad. \n  \n“Sisters and brothers\, little Maid\, \nHow many may you be?” \n“How many\, Seven in all\,” she said\, \nAnd wondering looked at me. \n  \n“And where are they? I pray you tell.” \nShe answered\, “Seven are we; \nAnd two of us at Conway dwell\, \nAnd two are gone to sea. \n  \n“Two of us in the church-yard lie\, \nMy sister and my brother; \nAnd\, in the church-yard cottage\, I \nDwell near them with my mother.” \n  \n“You say that two at Conway dwell\, \nAnd two are gone to sea\, \nYet ye are seven! I pray you tell\, \nSweet Maid\, how this may be.” \n  \nThen did the little Maid reply\, \n“Seven boys and girls are we; \nTwo of us in the church-yard lie\, \nBeneath the church-yard tree.” \n  \n“You run about\, my little Maid\, \nYour limbs they are alive; \nIf two are in the church-yard laid\, \nThen ye are only five.” \n  \n“Their graves are green\, they may be seen\,” \nThe little Maid replied\, \n“Twelve steps or more from my mother’s door\, \nAnd they are side by side. \n  \n“My stockings there I often knit\, \nMy kerchief there I hem; \nAnd there upon the ground I sit\, \nAnd sing a song to them. \n  \n“And often after sun-set\, Sir\, \nWhen it is light and fair\, \nI take my little porringer\, \nAnd eat my supper there. \n  \n“The first that died was sister Jane; \nIn bed she moaning lay\, \nTill God released her of her pain; \nAnd then she went away. \n  \n“So in the church-yard she was laid; \nAnd\, when the grass was dry\, \nTogether round her grave we played\, \nMy brother John and I. \n  \n“And when the ground was white with snow\, \nAnd I could run and slide\, \nMy brother John was forced to go\, \nAnd he lay by her side.” \n  \n“How many are you\, then\,” said I\, \n“If they two are in heaven?” \nQuick was the little Maid’s reply\, \n“O Master! we are seven.” \n  \n“But they are dead; those two are dead! \nTheir spirits are in heaven!” \n’Twas throwing words away; for still \nThe little Maid would have her will\, \nAnd said\, “Nay\, we are seven!” \n  \n—William Wordsworth (April 7\, 1770-April 23\, 1850) \n 
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SUMMARY:Fabulous Deck Boys!  4/26/24
DESCRIPTION:  \nThe Fabulous Deck Boys! \nfeaturing Jeffrey Sher \nwill be rocking Ross Island Grocery & Cafe \n3502 S. Corbett Ave. \nthis Friday from 7 to 9 pm.
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SUMMARY:The Nonstop Love-In Book Reading & Signing  4/17/24
DESCRIPTION:  \n¡Dear Friends!  \nThere will be a Book Reading & Signing of The Nonstop Love-In by Johnny Stallings at Belmont Books\, 3415 SE Belmont\, in Portland\, on Wednesday\, March 17th\, at 7 pm.  \nI hope you can come! \n  \npeace\, love & happiness  \nJohnny
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SUMMARY:Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue  4/15/24
DESCRIPTION:photo by Abe Green \n  \n  \nOpen Road Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue \n  \nApril 15\, 2024 \n  \nJude wrote this for the March issue: \n  \nTOUCH THE EARTH \n  \n“Walking is a form of touching the earth. We touch the earth with our feet\, and we heal the earth\, we heal ourselves\, and we heal humankind. Whenever you have an extra five\, ten\, or fifteen minutes\, enjoy walking. With every step it’s possible to bring healing and nourishment to our body and to our mind. Every step taken in mindfulness and freedom can help heal and transform\, and the world will be healed and transformed together with us.”  —Thich Nhat Hanh\, from Your True Home  #232 \n  \nI am so\, so lucky to live where I do. Every morning\, rain or shine—or snow—I take my dog\, Lolo\, and we walk up to the irrigation canal (or the ditch\, as most ingloriously call it) and walk for at least a half hour\, usually more. Most mornings the mountain is accompanying us. Some mornings her cloudy cloak is covering her shoulders; if so the cloak is tinged with pink and peach with the rising sun. I hear an owl\, a red-winged blackbird. I smell the red-flowering currant and the heady mock-orange draping the path.  \n  \nBut it’s what’s at my feet that settles my heart: moss and grasses\, ferns\, frilly lichens\, maybe the golden newts wriggling to escape my footsteps. The path itself is made up of pine needles\, fir needles\, smushed oak leaves\, aspen leaves—all of which exhale their delicious scents at each step. There’s the earth itself\, the dirt: moist and crumbly in the spring\, dry and powdery in the summer\, muddy after a fall rain. \n  \nAnd winter? I try to celebrate winter up here in the snowy woods. It is beautiful—for awhile. The sculpting snow transforms and heightens and softens every branch\, every shrub\, every leaf. The ‘for awhile’ part last…for awhile; but come early March\, when crusty\, pockmarked snow still covers my trail\, I long for all those delectable senses of the earth uncovered. I am more than ready now! C’mon SPRING! \n  \n—Jude Russell \n* \n3/18/24 \n5:30 a.m. \nHAPPY SPRING TIME \n\nDear Johnny \n  \nHello and good day to you my friend\, it’s a beautiful morning here so far. I’m in the day room now and the TV is still off! So nice and peaceful. I really don’t like the TV very much…most of the time. \n  \nI’ve been thinking…the day I get out—if I release from here or Columbia River [prison]—I need to stop at Multnomah Falls\, “or any waterfall\,” & stand under it and let it wash over me. I just have this overwhelming feeling that I need to stand under a waterfall\, let it cleanse my soul. \n  \nFor almost a year now I’ve been having these subtle changes take place in me. All of the prison “things” that seem to plague everyone\, stress\, anger\, frustrations\, turmoil\, etc.\, for me most of them have slipped away. All of those things just don’t matter as much & it’s sad to see others stuck in this frame of mind in here when you really don’t have to be at all\, anytime. It’s really only a choice of a state of mind…. \n  \nIn two years from now I will be starting my new chance at life\, a re-birth\, the spots & stains from my past remain as a reminder of where I came from\, never will go back to. \n  \nAll of the things in the world that used to call on me have become mute and they have no appeal to me at all. I can feel the calling of a beautiful path\, full of simple joys\, filled with friends and a family\, like I’ve never had in my life before. For the first time in my life good things await me. \n  \nThe sun is just now filling the sky with its colors…the beauty we witness and have is a universal gift to everyone. Life can be so beautiful…if we look. Coming from a dark place in life\, the beauty of it all for me always seems to be a gift from within the veil\, wrapping me in itself. Thank you for giving my heart eyes to see the things only few can see\, my friends! \n  \nLove\, \n  \nRocky Hutchinson \n* \n  \nKen Margolis shared this poem by Billy Collins: \n  \nAimless Love \n  \nThis morning as I walked along the lake shore\, \nI fell in love with a wren \nand later in the day with a mouse \nthe cat had dropped under the dining room table. \n  \nIn the shadows of an autumn evening\, \nI fell for a seamstress \nstill at her machine in the tailor’s window\, \nand later for a bowl of broth\, \nsteam rising like smoke from a naval battle. \n  \nThis is the best kind of love\, I thought\, \nwithout recompense\, without gifts\, \nor unkind words\, without suspicion\, \nor silence on the telephone. \n  \nThe love of the chestnut\, \nthe jazz cap and one hand on the wheel. \n  \nNo lust\, no slam of the door— \nthe love of the miniature orange tree\, \nthe clean white shirt\, the hot evening shower\, \nthe highway that cuts across Florida. \n  \nNo waiting\, no huffiness\, or rancor— \njust a twinge every now and then \nfor the wren who had built her nest \non a low branch overhanging the water \nand for the dead mouse\, \nstill dressed in its light brown suit. \n  \nBut my heart is always propped up \nin a field on its tripod\, \nready for the next arrow. \n  \nAfter I carried the mouse by the tail \nto a pile of leaves in the woods\, \nI found myself standing at the bathroom sink \ngazing affectionately down at the soap\, \n  \nso patient and soluble\, \nso at home in its pale green soap dish. \nI could feel myself falling again \nas I felt its turning in my wet hands \nand caught the scent of lavender and stone. \n  \n—Billy Collins \n* \n  \nJill Littlewood sent a quote and a poem: \n  \nThere’s no money in poetry but then there’s no poetry in money either. \n—Robert Graves \n* \n  \nBecause These Failures Are My Job \n  \nThis morning I failed to notice the pearl-gray moment  \njust before sunrise when everything lightens; \nfailed also to find bird song under the grinding of garbage trucks\, \nand later\, walking through woods\, to stop thinking\, thinking\, \nfor even five consecutive steps. Then there was the failure to name \nthe exact shade of blue overhead\, not sapphire\, not azure\, not delft\, \nto savor the soft squelch of pine needles underfoot. \nLater I found the fork raised halfway to my mouth \nwhile I was still chewing the last untasted bite\, \nand so it went\, until finally\, wading into sleep’s thick undertow\, \nI felt myself drift from dream to dream\, \nforever failing to comprehend where I am falling from or to: \nthis blurred life with only moments caught \nin attention’s loose sieve — \ntiny pearls fished out of oblivion’s sea\, \nlaid out here as offering or apology or thank you \n  \n—Alison Luterman \n* \n  \nThoughts on presence and absence \n  \nAs I age and find that this appears to be a time of perpetual loss—of friends\, loved ones\, abilities—and all of the minor affronts and assaults that living a fairly long life brings\, I have spent some time in reflection about the importance of remaining aware and grateful for what remains present in my life. I believe it is all too easy to reflect on the unavoidable losses and become consumed with what is absent. And of course this is not merely an affliction of the aging and aged. In my years as a psychotherapist\, I often noticed how people often focused upon what was absent in their lives: the job lost\, the fractured friendship ended\, the fantasy trip not taken\, etc. And with this focus on what was absent\, what was both actually or potentially present and the vitality and affirmation of the potential current richness always still available was lost. Yes\, I can no longer run a marathon\, but I can walk along the river and be grateful for that opportunity. Shall I mourn and obsess over the loss of a friendship for reasons that I never understood\, or shall I rejoice in the meaningful friendships that I do have? I think there is always a choice to put one’s emotional energy and focus on what is missing— Absence—or what is available right now—Presence. And in attending to what is present a deep sense of Gratitude often emerges. While I am not a formal meditator\, this is my practice. Give it a try sometime! \n  \n—Jeffrey Sher \n* \n  \nOn Friday\, Johnny and I spent a Day of Mindfulness\, in dialogue and meditation practice on keeping our hearts open. \n  \nWe read this poem together in our group of 24 people:    \n  \nKindness \n  \nBefore you know what kindness really is\nyou must lose things\,\nfeel the future dissolve in a moment\nlike salt in a weakened broth.\nWhat you held in your hand\,\nwhat you counted and carefully saved\,\nall this must go so you know\nhow desolate the landscape can be\nbetween the regions of kindness.\nHow you ride and ride\nthinking the bus will never stop\,\nthe passengers eating maize and chicken\nwill stare out the window forever. \n  \nBefore you learn the tender gravity of kindness\nyou must travel where the Indian in a white poncho\nlies dead by the side of the road.\nYou must see how this could be you\,\nhow he too was someone\nwho journeyed through the night with plans\nand the simple breath that kept him alive. \n  \nBefore you know kindness as the deepest thing inside\,\nyou must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.\nYou must wake up with sorrow.\nYou must speak to it till your voice\ncatches the thread of all sorrows\nand you see the size of the cloth.\nThen it is only kindness that makes sense anymore\,\nonly kindness that ties your shoes\nand sends you out into the day to gaze at bread\,\nonly kindness that raises its head\nfrom the crowd of the world to say\nIt is I you have been looking for\,\nand then goes with you everywhere\nlike a shadow or a friend. \n  \n— Naomi Shihab Nye \n* \nI have been thinking of Naomi—how her heart is aching for her Palestinian friends and family\, her  loved-ones. I feel her warmth and hear her voice\, reading the poems in her 2019 book\, The Tiny Journalist. \n  \nSome excerpts from My Wisdom: \n  \nWhen people have a lot \nthey want more \n  \nWhen people have nothing \nthey will happily share it \n  \nNo bird builds a wall \n  \nOpen palms \nhold more \n* \n  \n In Some Countries \n  \nThere were people who had a hundred handbags \nPeople who hired maids to take care of their maids. \n  \nYou could float down the Rhine and see castles. \nDogs wore coats for daily walks in Central Park.  \n  \nA dog’s diamond collar glistened.  \nWe were not dreaming of these things for ourselves.  \n  \nWe needed basics\, starting small. \nHello\, you look like a human being to me. \n  \nIt’s hard to know what open roads mean \nif you’ve always had them.  \n  \nWe can’t imagine  \nthe luxury of open reads. \n  \n—Naomi Shihab Nye \n  \n—Katie Radditz \n* \n  \nAfter Hours \n  \nLately I have been too cold by furnace\, \nwarm as I shoulder the bag of ice \n  \nin the aisle of ignored announcement: \nit is closing time\, and no clerk \n  \ncan I convince that I have already gone\, \nam home\, removing every bulb \n  \nwith ceremony\, with a touch like hers\, how \nwhen something is removed it is itself \n  \nagain\, holy in the original sense \nof being set aside\, and always when I wake \n  \nit is like this\, my bed more public a place \nthan I should like it\, a bird or bothered person \n  \nin conversation I cannot parse\, machines \nare being fixed all around me\, and I like it: \n  \nto be broken and unreachable\, to be a camera \nwithout film and yet recording. \n  \n—Alex Tretbar  \n(first published in Colorado Review) \n* \n  \nKatie Radditz and Pat Malone led “A Day of Mindfulness” at First Unitarian Church last Friday. It was a lovely way to spend a day. Several people said they “needed it\,” because they felt overwhelmed—mostly by the daily news. Katie and I started this monthly Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue in September of 2020 as a way of reaching in to friends in prison with support and encouragement for their spiritual practice. (“Spiritual practice” can be anything that gives our lives meaning.) Since then\, a lot of our prison friends have “graduated.” This currently goes to 10 men in prison and about 70 people “on the outside.” It comes out on the 15th of every month. If you get this\, feel free to contribute.  \nHere are some things from my “Translating Traherne” project: \n  \n26 \nAll things are spiritual—being objects not just of the eye\, but of the mind. The more you value each thing\, the happier you will be. Pigs eat acorns\, but don’t consider the sun and rain and soil that nourished the tree from which the acorns came. We can appreciate the endless miracles of life and live in joy\, or live in ignorance and be miserable. \n  \n27 \nYou never enjoy the world aright\, till you see that a grain of sand is a perfect miracle. Everything is here for your delight—not just because things are beautiful\, or useful\, but because our life is woven into the tapestry of all that is. Wine quenches more than our thirst when we feel it to be one of the countless miracles which are ours to enjoy\, and give thanks. When the happiness of others makes us happy\, life is good. To be grateful for all our blessings is to be blessed\, to live in Paradise. \n  \n28 \nYour enjoyment of the world is never right till every morning you awake in Paradise—until you look upon the earth and sky with boundless joy. If you are grateful for everything\, no one who ever lived has more reason to be happy than you. \n  \n29  \nYou never enjoy the world aright\, till the sea flows in your veins\, till you are clothed with the heavens\, and crowned with the stars—till you perceive yourself to be the sole heir of the whole world\, and more than so\, because people are in it who are every one sole heirs as well as you. Till you can sing and rejoice and delight in all of creation\, as misers do in gold\, you never enjoy the world. \n  \n—Thomas Traherne (1636-1674) from Centuries of Meditations\, versions by Johnny Stallings \n  \n  \npeace & love\, y’all \nJohnny
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SUMMARY:Day of Mindfulness Retreat with Katie Radditz  4/12/24
DESCRIPTION:  \n  \nHello all you on the Open Road  \n  \nI wanted to let you know of a Day of Mindfulness I’m offering on Friday\, April 12th\, from 9:30 to 3 at the First Unitarian Church in Portland. (The entrance is on SW Salmon Street\, between 11th & 12th.)  \n  \nBring a sack lunch!  \n  \nThe focus will be on developing equanimity and practices for opening our hearts. Inspired by Loving-Kindness practice and the Open Road Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue.  \n  \nI would love to see you there. I hope you will be able to come!   \n  \nlove and peace\,  \n  \nKatie Radditz \n  \n  \nThe event is free\, but please click on this link to register:\n\n  \n  \n\n\n\n https://www.firstunitarianportland.org/events-calendar/\n\n\n  \n  \n 
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SUMMARY:Bibliophiles Unanimous!   4/7/24
DESCRIPTION:  \n¡Beloved Bibliophiles! \n  \nOn Sunday\, April 7th\, at 3 p.m. PDT\, our theme will be Mysteries! What are your favorite mystery stories and novels? \n Here’s the Zoom link:  \n  \nhttps://us02web.zoom.us/j/87614013058 \n  \n  \nI hope to see you there!  \n  \npeace\, love & happiness  \nJohnny
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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  4/4/24
DESCRIPTION:  \n  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nApril 4\, 2024 \n  \nCreativity! \n  \nKim sent some helpful words on the subject of creativity by Martha Graham\, a couple of poems\, and an essay: \n  \nLetter from Martha Graham to Agnes deMille \n  \nThere is a vitality\, a life force\, a quickening that is translated through you into action\, and because there is only one of you in all time\, this expression is unique. \nAnd if you block it\, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. The world will not have it.  \nIt is not your business to determine how good it is; nor how valuable it is; nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly\, to keep the channel open. \nYou do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. \nKeep the channel open… \nNo artist is pleased… \nThere is no satisfaction whatever at any time.\nThere is only a queer\, divine dissatisfaction; a blessed unrest. \n  \n(Martha Graham was a revolutionary dancer and choreographer in New York in the mid-twentieth century\, here writing a letter to her friend Agnes deMille) \n* \n  \n                       Wild Visioning \n  \nThey say her name is Susan\, and she holds these  \n“Why not?” sessions somewhere east\, up the Gorge.  \nShe’ll ask\, Why should we believe only one can say\,  \n“I have a dream…”? She says\, “Why have freedom  \nif we don’t sing out loud the best we could ever say?” \n  \nSo they practice wild imagining. People get fierce  \nand joyful\, saying\, “What if I…What if we…?”  \nThey start with dark news\, and turn it inside out.  \nThey vision\, then they plan\, and then they act.  \nOnce they shake things up\, they’re hard to stop. \nThey summon mayors. Then city councils catch \nthe fever. Then voters start to see things otherwise. \nSome friends went to learn what it’s all about. They  \nnever came back. Now they’re comets\, lighting  \nour way across the sky. —And you? And I? \n  \n* \n  \n           How to Make a Poem \n  \nLet it open like a flower—but you won’t  \nneed the bud\, blossom\, scent\, or petals. \n  \nLet it beat like a heart—without naming \nanatomy\, blood\, valves\, counting the pulse. \n  \nLet it be warm as sunlight fingering  \nthrough storms to find you shivering. \n  \nAnd may it address the world of silences\,  \nof kinship short a few right words. \n  \nNow take down the scaffold. Let it grow  \nby brevity: Open hearts warm the world. \n  \n* \n  \nKim does a good deed every day. He writes a poem. In addition to being a writer\, Kim has been a teacher of writing for many years. He is a treasure trove of ideas on this subject. He even sent an essay on someone else’s essay!: \n  \nCreativity \nHow Naomi Shihab Nye does it…for example in her essay “Maintenance” \n  \nShe likes eccentrics and she remembers details about them. She looks at her subject—housework\, order\, maintenance—sideways\, while looking directly at people. The essay begins as a catalog of people\, with each including observation\, location\, dialog\, and now and then an oblique observation on maintenance\, and the deeper meaning of maintenance: keeping a place for the life of the spirit. \n  \nOne trick is to keep changing categories as a way of keeping the range of interest broad\, the opportunity to include rich details wide\, the essay in the realm of daily life: “Barbara has the best taste of any person I’ve ever known—the best khaki-colored linen clothing\, the best books\, the name of the best masseuse.” \n  \nThe narrative voice can move from one topic to another—maintenance\, feminism: “I never felt women were more doomed to do housework than men; I thought women were lucky. Men had to maintain questionably pleasurable associations with less tangible elements—mortgage payments\, fan belts and alternators\, the IRS. I preferred songs\, and the way people who washed dishes immediately became exempt from after-dinner conversation.” \n  \nShe takes every opportunity to bring detail to her sentences: on Thoreau\, “A wealthy woman with a floral breakfast nook once told me I would ‘get over him\,’ but I have not—documented here\, I have not.” \n  \nAnd she lets Marta Alejandro have the last word. “Is your house still as big as it used to be?” \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n  \n(If you want a copy of Naomi Shihab Nye’s essay “Maintenance\,” let me know and I can mail or email it to you.)—JS \n* \n  \nActor\, writer and director Keith Scales sent a couple of quotes and a poem on the subject of creativity: \n  \nHere’s from William Faulkner’s Nobel prize acceptance speech: \n  \n(His output was the result of) “a life’s work in the agony and sweat of the human spirit\, not for glory and least of all for profit\, but to create out of the materials of the human spirit something that did not exist before.”   \n  \nThe Choice \n  \nThe intellect of man is forced to choose \nperfection of the life\, or of the work\, \nAnd if it take the second must refuse \nA heavenly mansion\, raging in the dark. \nWhen all that story’s finished\, what’s the news? \nIn luck or out the toil has left its mark: \nThat old perplexity an empty purse\, \nOr the day’s vanity\, the night’s remorse. \n  \n—W.B. Yeats \n  \nAnd: \n  \n“Don’t talk about it or you’ll lose it:” \n  \n—Ernest Hemingway\, from The Sun Also Rises \n  \n—Keith Scales \n  \n* \n  \nDeborah Buchanan wrote about her creative process: \n  \nMy Process of Creativity \n  \nI waste a lot of time. I do the laundry. I cook something. I procrastinate—I’m a champion at waiting for another hour\, another day\, maybe another lifetime. All the while I am pondering\, turning ideas and phrases over in my head. Or maybe I turn my attention aside and let whatever the idea is gestate in darkness. Many\, many slips of paper with little notes on them. Look at my kitchen counter right now—phrases\, words\, topics\, the beginnings of poems. Some I come back to and a flash happens. Other times I wonder\, What could I have been thinking? I listen for a dream. In fact\, some of my best poems began as a dream\, a voice that spoke to me. In all this\, time doesn’t matter. Some poems wait for years\, others die on the vine. All of that is okay. I remind myself that Stanley Kunitz wasn’t particularly prolific—he said he only wrote a poem that spoke to him\, he didn’t force things. There is also a quote from Theodore Roethke that I have repeated to myself countless times. It goes something like this: “A poet spends his life standing outside in the rain\, waiting for the lightning to strike.” A perfect image in the Northwest.  \n  \nHere is one poem I wrote about the process. \n  \nHer Gaze Never Drops \n  \nThe muse is angry\, \nher words sting\, \nshe wants to be inside you\,  \na deep place you rarely find. \nIt is like a seed\, the shell broken. \nThrough the cracks\, words. \nHere\, this is yours\,  \nsee the clear tunnel. \nWhere have you been? \n  \nThe fist can be hot\, the sound hard. \nWe stand in the open\,  \ncrackling vibrations around us\, \nlistening our only option. \n  \nAnother poem\, which comes with a story. Many years ago I was at the Gurukula Botanical Reserve in India’s Western Ghats. Wolfgang was showing me around\, plant lover to plant lover. When we were in the orchid area he pointed to some dirt and said\, “This is where the underground white orchid flower blooms.” Well\, as an earth sign I went wild. I tried and tried to write a poem about that. Only nine years later as I was at a workshop and learning about the fungus on plant roots did an idea come. This is the result. \n  \nwhite orchid \n  \nwaxy petals unfurl slowly against the tropical earth pale insects burrow in \ndrawn by fragrance escaping molecule by molecule through soft loam \nsurrounding the tendril of whitened stem piercing soil branching off \na flower then another creeping underground this life unseen unheeded \nabove ground our life drawing sustenance from the dark explosion \n  \nAnd a final story and poem. One summer I spent a week camping out on the Zumwalt Prairie as part of Fishtrap’s annual workshop. In a discussion I used the phrase retroactive prayers. A friend said\, What a great poem idea. Again\, many years passed and I couldn’t think of any way to use those two words. Then this last winter I wrote the following poem as part of a song cycle. \n  \nSo my advice: Pay attention to suggestions\, forget time\, let the world offer itself to you.  And delete\, delete\, delete. \n  \nRetroactive Prayers \n  \nMoist pads on frog feet turn leathery\,  \nstreams and ponds evaporate\, \nwater’s flow drains\, then vanishes. \n  \n     We didn’t think of them\, we turn trying to see \n  \nAnts and beetles\, roaches and worms too numerous  \nto count\, all refugees from untallied worlds\, wander this \ndamaged landscape—habitats scorched\, flooded—buried. \n  \n     We turn\, we turn trying to see \n  \nFlocks of birds drawn to the sky\, called by season’s  \nchange\, by earth’s magnetic lines— overcome  \nby heat and ash countless bodies drop to earth. \n  \n    We didn’t think of them\, we didn’t think \n  \nWanting what is lost\, our prayers reach out  \nto these abandoned lives\, reach to recover and embrace\,  \nto become each other’s prayer of remembrance. \n  \n—Deborah Buchanan \n* \n  \nAndy Larkin shared some thoughts about creativity from the ancient Mexicans: \n  \nHere through art I shall live forever…\nA singer\, from my heart I strew my songs\nI carve a great stone\, I paint thick wood\nMy song is in them…\nI shall leave my song-image on earth  \n  \nToltecayootl a ycaya ninemiz ye nicã ayyo.\nAc ya nechcuiliz ac ye nohuan oyaz onicas a anniihcuihuana ayayyan cuica-nitl y yehetl y noxochiuh nõcuicayhuitequi on teixpã ayyo.\nHueyn tetl nictequin Tomahuac quahuitl nic ycuiloa yã cuicatl ytech aya oncan no mitoz in quemanõ in can niyaz nocuicamachio nicyacauhtiaz in tlpc \n  \n–Nahuatl poem (circa 1570)\nCantares Mexicanos\, fol. 27r-27v \n  \nThe Cantares Mexicanos is a collection of lyrical poetry from the courts of the Triple Alliance (Aztec). I think the poet was the philosopher-king of Texcoco\, Nezahualcoyotl (Fasting Coyote). He’s the tough-looking guy on the Mexican 100 peso note. \n  \nAlso: \n  \nThe Artist \n  \nThe artist: disciple\, abundant\, multiple\, restless.\nThe true artist\, capable\, practicing\, skillful; \nmaintains dialogue with his heart\, meets things with his mind. \n  \nThe true artist: draws out all from his heart;\nworks with delight\, makes things with calm\, with sagacity\,\nworks like a true Toltec\, composes his objects\, works dexterously\, invents; arranges material\, adorns them\, makes them adjust. \n  \nThe carrion artist: works at random\, sneers at the people\,\nmakes things opaque\, brushes across the surface of the face of things\, works without care\, defrauds people\, is a thief. \n  \n-Nahuatl poem from the Codex Matritensis\,\nfol. 115 v. (208)\, ca. 1540—1585 \n  \n—Andy Larkin \n* \n  \nElizabeth Domike is a poet and yoga teacher: \n  \nSisters \n  \nWe’ve talked about boundaries as sisters to creativity. These days I lean on them heavily. Not teaching yoga for an institution\, but for the specific students who have been drawn to the material I share\, some of the boundaries I have are defined. Say for time. \n  \nEvery week I send a reminder with a theme for the next five days. And I head that with a photograph\, one I have (most often) taken during the previous week. This is something I hold close when out and about it the world. What would work\, what would set the tone\, represent the world here and now in this place. \n  \nEvery weekday morning I choose a poem to read at the end of class. I’ve tried doing this in advance and it doesn’t work as well as those spontaneous moments reading poems in the early dark. It is a kind of meditative practice after writing 750 Words and exploring the nature of my thoughts and emotions there so close to the dream state. For the poem I choose a key word or words\, like relief\, or old trees\, or hyacinth. And then I read what comes up and choose one that has the length and tone that I think might work and might inspire an image or thoughtfulness to carry us all through the day… a tiny bit richer. \n  \nThen during the class\, although I do prepare\, (sometimes for hours\, depending on the material)\, I let go\, responding to who is there and what their needs might be. Each practice\, an all-consuming creative act. This took years for me to be confident enough to do. It is a kind of free fall\, with the invisible ropes being the structure I have spent time revisiting again and again.   \n  \nThese practices have taught me that everything I do\, can in some way\, be expressed creatively. And most times is\, without me even trying. Any experience of connecting to the sources we carry within and translating them into the language of the present moment is\, in my opinion\, an offering\, a gift\, a blessing for us all.   \n  \n—Elizabeth Domike \n* \n  \nHere are a few of my poems that might relate to the subject of creativity in some way: \n  \nThe trick of a poem is: \nDon’t say too much. \nIf you do \n* \n  \ni want to go to the place where poems come from \n* \n  \nthe unwritten poem \nis completely useless \n* \n  \nif i could put into words what i see out this window \ni would do with language what no one has yet done \nif i could say what this bean plant means \neveryone would fall down and worship my poem \nwell\, probably not \nbecause\, as it is\, we don’t kneel before the bean plant \nand water its roots with our tears \n  \nholy holy holy is the bean plant \nthe cup of coffee \nthe stuffed animals on the window sill  \nthat have been loved unto baldness \nthe song sparrow \nthe sunlight \nand even the man sitting with his laptop \nfailing once again to say the unsayable \n* \n  \nLike all good topics\, the subject of “creativity” is endless. Many creative people have written about what they do\, but most of the inspiration we get from them comes directly from the poems they’ve written\, the paintings they’ve painted\, the music they’ve played\, the dances they’ve danced\, the meals they’ve cooked\, the gardens they’ve grown\, the films they’ve made. A couple inspiring documentaries about artists at work are “Rivers and Tides” (2001) and “Shangri-La” (2019). \n  \nOn Saturday\, March 23rd\, there was a wonderful book launch for my first book\, The Nonstop Love-In: poems\, stories\, essays & other writings. It was a Love-In! The Multnomah County Library has ordered some copies. Check it out! You can get a copy at Belmont Books in Portland. You can order a copy by emailing me at: stallingsjohnny@gmail.com. It’s also available from the websites of Powell’s\, Barnes & Noble\, Amazon & IngramSpark. Coming soon to Powell’s Books on Hawthorne! \n  \n  \npeace\, love & happiness \n—Johnny Stallings
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SUMMARY:Bibliophiles Unanimous Live! Book Launch for The Nonstop Love-In by Johnny Stallings  3/23/24
DESCRIPTION:Dear Friends! \n  \nI’m excited to be publishing my first book–The Nonstop Love-In! The release date is Saturday\, March 23rd\, 2024.  \nThere will be a Book Launch that very evening at Ross Island Grocery & Cafe\, 3502 S. Corbett Ave. Food & drink from 6 to 7. Reading and signing from 7 to 8. \n  \nFrom the back cover: \n  \nIf you know Johnny\, you will love this book. If you don’t\, after reading\, you will want to meet him—by reading this book. Who else can provide such a good-humored\, big-hearted\, modern Socratic quest into the nature of human happiness\, and the myriad paths to finding joy? Johnny lived in India—and in the remote Eastern Oregon town of Ashwood. He’s spent years in prison—as a generous visitor creating dialog circles to bring lively thought to shadowed lives. And all the time he was writing these zesty morsels of insight\, poem\, story\, meditation\, and manifesto just for you. \n  \n—Kim Stafford\, author of As the Sky Begins to Change  \n  \nI hope to see you there!!! \n  \nThe book is available now to pre-order\, from Powell’s… \n  \nhttps://www.powells.com/book/the-nonstop-love-in-9798989801107 \n  \n  \nBarnes and Noble… \n  \nhttps://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-nonstop-love-in-johnny-stallings/1144757191 \n  \nand Amazon! \n  \nOrder yours today! \n  \npeace\, love & happiness \n  \nJohnny
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SUMMARY:Book launch for The Nonstop Love-In by Johnny Stallings!  3/23/24
DESCRIPTION:  \nDear Friends! \n  \nI’m excited to be publishing my first book–The Nonstop Love-In! The release date is Saturday\, March 23rd\, 2024.  \nThere will be a Book Launch that very evening at Ross Island Grocery & Cafe\, 3502 S. Corbett Ave. Food & drink from 6 to 7. Reading and signing from 7 to 8. \n  \nFrom the back cover: \n  \nIf you know Johnny\, you will love this book. If you don’t\, after reading\, you will want to meet him—by reading this book. Who else can provide such a good-humored\, big-hearted\, modern Socratic quest into the nature of human happiness\, and the myriad paths to finding joy? Johnny lived in India—and in the remote Eastern Oregon town of Ashwood. He’s spent years in prison—as a generous visitor creating dialog circles to bring lively thought to shadowed lives. And all the time he was writing these zesty morsels of insight\, poem\, story\, meditation\, and manifesto just for you. \n  \n—Kim Stafford\, author of As the Sky Begins to Change  \n  \nI hope to see you there!!! \n  \nThe book is available now to pre-order\, from Powell’s… \n  \nhttps://www.powells.com/book/the-nonstop-love-in-9798989801107 \n  \n  \nBarnes and Noble… \n  \nhttps://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-nonstop-love-in-johnny-stallings/1144757191 \n  \nand Amazon! \n  \nOrder yours today! \n  \npeace\, love & happiness \n  \nJohnny
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