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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  7/30/20
DESCRIPTION:Cartoon by Gary Larson \n  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nOh no! Not another Humor Issue! \n  \nJuly 30\, 2020 \n  \nA three-legged dog walks into a bar and says: “I’m lookin for the man who shot my paw.” \n  \nWhy did the hipster burn his mouth? \nHe drank his coffee before it was cool. \n  \nI told my wife she was drawing her eyebrows too high. \nShe looked at me surprised. \n  \nI got my daughter a fridge for her birthday. \nI can’t wait to see her face light up when she opens it. \n  \nWhat did the pirate say when he became an octogenarian? \nAye matey. \n  \nA sandwich walks into a bar. The bartender says\, “Sorry\, we don’t serve food here.” \n  \nWhy did the yogurt go to the art exhibition? \nBecause it was cultured. \n  \nHow do you throw a space party? \nYou planet. \n  \nWhat did one hat say to the other? \nYou stay here. I’ll go on ahead. \n  \nA horse walks into a bar. The bartender asks what he’d like. The horse doesn’t reply because it’s a horse and obviously can’t speak or understand English. Several people get up and leave\, sensing the danger in having a large live animal in an enclosed space. \n* \nA young boy enters a barber shop and the barber whispers to his customer\, “This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you.” \nThe barber puts a dollar bill in one hand and two quarters in the other\, then calls the boy over and asks\, “Which do you want\, son?” The boy takes the quarters and leaves. \n“What did I tell you?” said the barber. “That kid never learns!” \nLater\, when the customer leaves\, he sees the same young boy coming out of the ice cream parlor. “Hey\, son! May I ask you a question? Why did you take the quarters instead of the dollar bill?” \nThe boy licked his cone and replied: “Because the day I take the dollar the game is over!” \n* \nAn American businessman was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The fisherman replied that it only took a little while. The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish. The fisherman said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs. \nThe businessman then asked\, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?” \nThe fisherman said\, “I sleep late\, fish a little\, play with my children\, take siesta with my wife\, Maria\, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life\, señor.” \nThe businessman scoffed. “I am a Wharton MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds\, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor\, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product\, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City\, then L.A.\, and eventually New York City\, where you will run your expanding enterprise.” \nThe fisherman asked\, “But how long will this all take?” \nTo which the businessman replied\, “Fifteen or 20 years.” \n“But what then?” \nThe businessman laughed and said\, “That’s the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions.” \n“Millions? Then what?” \nThe businessman said\, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late\, fish a little\, play with your kids\, take siesta with your wife\, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your friends.” \n* \nA guy said to God\, “God\, is it true that to you a billion years is like a second?” \nGod said\, “Yes.” \nThe guy said\, “God\, is it true that to you a billion dollars is like a penny?” \nGod said\, “Yes.” \nThe guy said\, “God\, can I have a penny?” \nGod said\, “Sure\, just a second.” \n* \nA string bean took his friend\, an eggplant\, to the hospital. \nString Bean: How is he\, Doc? Can you save his life? \nDoctor: I have good news and bad news. The good news is I can save his life. The bad news is he’ll be a vegetable the rest of his life. \n* \nTwo young salmon are swimming along one day. As they do\, they are passed by a wiser\, older fish coming the other way. \nThe wiser fish greets the two as he passes\, saying\, “Morning\, boys! How’s the water?” \nThe other two continue to swim in silence for a little while\, until the first one turns to the other and asks\, “What’s water?” \n  \n—“Borrowed” from the Internet and joke books by Johnny Stallings \n* \nOne day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken Little to her class. She came to the part of the story where Chicken Little tried to warn the farmer.  \nShe read\, “…. and so Chicken Little went up to the farmer and said\, “The sky is falling\, the sky is falling!” \nThe teacher paused\, then asked the class\, “And what do you think that farmer said?” \nOne little girl raised her hand and said\, “I think he said: ‘I’ll be darned! A talking chicken!’” \n—Will Weigler \n* \n  \nFor an extra bit of fun you might try this video of people singing and dancing on top of a train in India. (I’ve ridden in this train\, but not on it.): \n  \nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQmrmVs10X8 \n  \nMay all people be happy! \n  \nJohnny
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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  8/6/20
DESCRIPTION:  \n  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nAugust 6\, 2020 \n  \nSome Thoughts On Culture That Nurtures \n  \nAll human beings live inside cultures. Our language\, our customs\, the things we make\, the way we interact\, the stories we tell all help to co-create our culture. Our culture is supposed to help us understand ourselves and the complex\, mysterious world in which we live. Culture is supposed to nurture us—help us to be confident\, happy\, imaginative\, loving and kind. It should nurture our genius\, help us to realize our fullest potential. Each of us is unique and has much to give to others which no one else can. \n  \nIf we turn on the TV\, we may find that many of the messages we get from the programs and from the commercials are unhelpful. They don’t make us wiser or kinder\, happier or more free. They can make us more fearful and angry and depressed. We are taught who we should hate. \n  \nThere are old and new stories about Paradise. It either happened a long time ago\, or may happen sometime in the future. I try each day to tune myself to the Paradise that is already here. In this newsletter\, I’m looking for things that will inspire\, delight\, enlighten\, or in some way help the reader to bless this day. \n  \nSometimes we need consolation: \n  \nConsolation \n  \nDarwin. \nThey say he read novels to relax\, \nBut only certain kinds: \nnothing that ended unhappily. \nIf anything like that turned up\, \nenraged\, he flung the book into the fire. \n  \nTrue or not\, \nI’m ready to believe it. \n  \nScanning in his mind so many times and places\, \nhe’d had enough of dying species\, \nthe triumphs of the strong over the weak\, \nthe endless struggles to survive\, \nall doomed sooner or later. \nHe’d earned the right to happy endings\, \nat least in fiction \nwith its diminutions. \n  \nHence the indispensable \nsilver lining\, \nthe lovers reunited\, the families reconciled\, \nthe doubts dispelled\, fidelity rewarded\, \nfortunes regained\, treasures uncovered\, \nstiff-necked neighbors mending their ways\, \ngood names restored\, greed daunted\, \nold maids married off to worthy parsons\, \ntroublemakers banished to other hemispheres\, \nforgers of documents tossed down the stairs\, \nseducers scurrying to the altar\, \norphans sheltered\, widows comforted\, \npride humbled\, wounds healed over\, \nprodigal sons summoned home\, \ncups of sorrow thrown into the ocean\, \nhankies drenched with tears of reconciliation\, \ngeneral merriment and celebration\, \nand the dog Fido\, \ngone astray in the first chapter\, \nturns up barking gladly \nin the last. \n  \n—Wisłowa Szymborska \n* \n  \nI like happy endings. If I get into a conversation with friends where we talk about how terrible things are or how bleak the future looks I always try to end our talk on a positive note. Hopelessness and despair accomplish nothing—except to make us feel miserable. Life is short. This day is precious. I want to enjoy it. \n  \nKirk Bromley shared this poem with Howard Thoresen\, who sends it to all of us: \n  \nThe Tuft of Flowers \n  \nI went to turn the grass once after one \nWho mowed it in the dew before the sun. \n  \nThe dew was gone that made his blade so keen \nBefore I came to view the levelled scene. \n  \nI looked for him behind an isle of trees; \nI listened for his whetstone on the breeze. \n  \nBut he had gone his way\, the grass all mown\, \nAnd I must be\, as he had been\,—alone\, \n  \n‘As all must be\,’ I said within my heart\, \n‘Whether they work together or apart.’ \n  \nBut as I said it\, swift there passed me by \nOn noiseless wing a ‘wildered butterfly\, \n  \nSeeking with memories grown dim o’er night \nSome resting flower of yesterday’s delight. \n  \nAnd once I marked his flight go round and round\, \nAs where some flower lay withering on the ground. \n  \nAnd then he flew as far as eye could see\, \nAnd then on tremulous wing came back to me. \n  \nI thought of questions that have no reply\, \nAnd would have turned to toss the grass to dry; \n  \nBut he turned first\, and led my eye to look \nAt a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook\, \n  \nA leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared \nBeside a reedy brook the scythe had bared. \n  \nI left my place to know them by their name\, \nFinding them butterfly weed when I came. \n  \nThe mower in the dew had loved them thus\, \nBy leaving them to flourish\, not for us\, \n  \nNor yet to draw one thought of ours to him. \nBut from sheer morning gladness at the brim. \n  \nThe butterfly and I had lit upon\, \nNevertheless\, a message from the dawn\, \n  \nThat made me hear the wakening birds around\, \nAnd hear his long scythe whispering to the ground\, \n  \nAnd feel a spirit kindred to my own; \nSo that henceforth I worked no more alone; \n  \nBut glad with him\, I worked as with his aid\, \nAnd weary\, sought at noon with him the shade; \n  \nAnd dreaming\, as it were\, held brotherly speech \nWith one whose thought I had not hoped to reach. \n  \n‘Men work together\,’ I told him from the heart\, \n‘Whether they work together or apart.’ \n  \n—Robert Frost \n* \n  \nHere’s a poem Kim Stafford sent our way: \n  \n      The Fact of Forgiveness  \n  \nIt is a given you have failed. \nIt goes without saying you were hurt          \n      and so you hurt some others. \nOf course you alone could have saved someone          \n      or something you did not. \nThe midnight court of the sleepless mind          \n      has reached its verdict: Life Sentence. \nLife will be long and hard\, but also mysterious          \n      in how you are condemned to live           \n      by beauty all the same. \nThrough the bars of your cell\, you must watch           \n      the moon grow full and generous. \nA tune made for others will arrive at evening\,          \n      smuggled into your mind as if for you. \nThe world can’t keep its treasures from you—          \n      no matter how little you deserve\,         \n      you have it all: \nMoon\, Sun\, Sleep\, Waking\, Water\, Air—         \n      a bird dancing away out of sight          \n      leaving the print of its flight          \n      and a filament of song           \n      for you. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nKim’s poem reminded me of this passage from Shakespeare: \n  \nHamlet:  What have you\, my good friends\, deserved at the hands of Fortune that she sends you to prison hither? \nGuildenstern:  Prison\, my lord? \nHamlet:  Denmark’s a prison. \nRosencrantz:  Then is the world one. \nHamlet:  A goodly one\, in which there are many confines\, wards and dungeons.  Denmark being one o’ th’ worst. \nRosencrantz:  We think not so\, my lord. \nHamlet:  Why then\, ‘tis none to you\, for there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.  To me it is a prison. \nRosencrantz:  Why then your own ambition makes it one; ‘tis too narrow for your mind. \nHamlet:  O God\, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space— were it not that I have bad dreams. \n  \nThat’s it for now. \n  \nMay all people be happy. \nMay we live in love. \n  \n–Johnny
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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  8/13/20
DESCRIPTION:Aaron Gilbert as Sir Toby Belch in Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night (Two Rivers prison\, 2011) \n  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nMy mind started to blossom… \n  \nAugust 13\, 2020 \n  \nRecently I suggested to Aaron Gilbert that he might write about what he’s learned about love while in prison. This is what he wrote: \n  \nJuly 26\, 2020 \nDear Johnny \n  \n….I have been contemplating on expanding on my ideas from my last letter and what I have learned about Love while in prison. Wow! There is just so much to it. I think of one thing\, then it expands into so many different ideas. I will just try to keep it simple and hit the points that have truly meant the most. \n  \nBefore I came to prison\, I had a very narrow view of what love was. When you get to a place like this\, you have two choices\, you can either cling to positive things in your life or go down a very dark lonely path. I asked myself how did this happen\, how did I get here? The answer was quite simple\, it was because I didn’t care about anyone or anything\, including myself. Through self-reflection\, I started to try to figure out: why? Then I met Johnny. \n  \nI was very skeptical at first about what this man was all about. I just wanted to be in the play\, but first we had to sit through this “dialogue group.” We would\, or they would\, talk about these foreign topics: Mythos\, Identity\, Silence\, Love\, etc. I just wanted it to be over so we could get on with rehearsals. I don’t know how long it took\, but I remember exactly when it happened for me. I began to hear other people speak and the biggest thing I heard was the silence. Someone would have something to say and I remember wondering what Johnny was doing when he got that look on his face\, then it hit me at once\, he was LISTENING! I began to realize that he was truly caring for us just by listening to us. My mind started to blossom\, I started to see the things I had been contemplating about love become something real. He volunteered a huge portion of his life to come and listen to us when most of the rest of society had written us off. This is one of the most pure forms of love I have ever felt and I wanted more. \n  \nFor the first time in my life\, I became engaged with people around me. At the end of class\, Johnny would say “be kind to yourself.” I started to work on self-forgiveness and ask for forgiveness from the people I hurt. This love was transforming my life and I started to feel like a person of value. \n  \nThe question then became: is it truly possible to love everyone? It is very complicated and I have a lot of work to do in this category\, but I believe the answer is “yes\, it is possible.” I have been in prison for almost fourteen years now\, I have many friends that have committed the worst possible crimes\, and they will never go home. When you know these guys without that stigma over their head\, you realize that they are human as well\, with the same basic needs as the rest of us\, to love\, to be loved and have companionship with others. You realize they are no less human than anyone else is\, even though society wants us to think otherwise. These “lifers” are some of the most respectful caring people I have met in my life\, not only on the inside. Most of these guys are doing good things for others\, trying to make their environment a healthier place to live. \n  \nThis is where I struggle because there are many people I don’t know that I may still be holding judgment against. I believe Love says if you forgive one person’s transgressions\, you should be able to forgive them all. As I said\, Love is a work in progress. \n  \nI have learned most everything I know about love from being in prison. It doesn’t seem right\, but it is true. Mostly because one man was able to help my mind flower and start to soak in all the light of Love. The best part about it is I am not the only person he touched. I know of many more in the few short years I was part of Group Dialogue. I can’t imagine how many others have felt some of that love as well. I was reading The Heart of Buddha’s Teaching by Thich Nhat Hanh recently\, and something that stood out\, I am just paraphrasing\, but he was saying of love “we can’t expect to fit people into our own little world about what we feel love is. We should truly try to understand them for who they are\, even if they have wronged us we should try to understand why.” Imagine if we can all just take a little piece of that compassion\, understanding\, and listening and spread it\, it has to make the world a better place\, right? \n  \nMaybe next time I can expand a little more on the journey of life and what it means to me. This is just the most important thing I could say today. I do want to thank Johnny for you just being you. This world needs people like you in it now more than ever I believe. I know the impact you have had on me and many others has forever transformed us into better humans\, so thank you for all that love…. \n  \nLove & Respect \nAaron G. \n* \n  \nAaron was in the dialogue group at Two Rivers prison from April of 2010 to May of 2013\, when he transferred to the Oregon State Penitentiary. He’s serving the end of his sentence at South Fork Forest Camp. While at Two Rivers\, he played Helena in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream\,” Sir Toby Belch in “Twelfth Night” and Juror Number Six in “Twelve Angry Men.” In real life he’s a nice guy\, but as a juror he wanted to convict the defendant quickly so he could go to a baseball game! (Just kidding\, Aaron.) \n  \nIt is kind of Aaron to say so many nice things about be.  I\, too\, learned a lot about love in prison. One thing I learned is that the circle is a good shape for us humans. Everyone has an equal place in a circle. That’s important. In 2015\, when I started going to Two Rivers once a month\, instead of once a week\, other people came forward to facilitate the dialogue group discussions and to direct the plays. I think we all have had a similar experience to what Aaron is talking about. Being in a circle with 16 or 20 people\, sometimes talking\, always listening\, is a transformative experience. We get to know each other in a deep way and we get to know ourselves better too. I don’t know where the love comes from\, but we all have felt it getting stronger and stronger. This world can be seen as a School for Love. When it is\, even prison is a home for The Nonstop Love-In. As Aaron says\, we all have the same basic needs: “…to love\, to be loved and have companionship with others.” \n  \nKim taught a poetry class at Coffee Creek prison. And wrote a poem about it: \n  \n  Poetry Class     \n     at the Women’s Prison \n  \nPut chairs in a circle. “Where \nis everyone?” “Oh\, they’re all \nwatching ‘Love after Lock-Up.’ \nIt’s fake\, but addicting.” \n  \nOn every chair\, put a notebook \nand a pen. “You know what? \nIn this class I’m not an inmate\, \nI’m a person.” “Every time \n  \nthat door opens\, and another \njoins our circle\, we’re stronger.” \n“It’s not so much what we write — \nit’s how we listen.” Finally\, the show \n  \nover\, the room resonant\, \nwe are the full twelve writing \nin a ring\, as onto scribbled pages \nwe bow to pray hard stories. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nHere’s a poem that Katie Radditz shared: \n  \nA Blessing \n  \nJust off the highway to Rochester\, Minnesota\, \nTwilight bounds softly forth on the grass. \nAnd the eyes of those two Indian ponies \nDarken with kindness. \nThey have come gladly out of the willows \nTo welcome my friend and me. \nWe step over the barbed wire into the pasture \nWhere they have been grazing all day\, alone. \nThey ripple tensely\, they can hardly contain their happiness \nThat we have come. \nThey bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other. \nThere is no loneliness like theirs. \nAt home once more\, \nThey begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness. \nI would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms\, \nFor she has walked over to me \nAnd nuzzled my left hand. \nShe is black and white\, \nHer mane falls wild on her forehead\, \nAnd the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear \nThat is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist. \nSuddenly I realize \nThat if I stepped out of my body I would break \nInto blossom. \n  \n—James Wright
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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  8/20/20
DESCRIPTION:Sal Dale as Hermia\, Steve Jamison as Lysander\, Allen Mills (hidden) as Puck\, Bradley Foote as Oberon\, Zeb Harrington as Demetrius and Aaron Gilbert as Helena in the 2010 production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream at Two Rivers prison in Umatilla\, Oregon. \n  \n  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nAugust 20\, 2020 \n  \nKim Stafford and I were talking about those moments when life feels perfect. He had written a poem that morning\, which he read to me and then sent in an email: \n         \n          Practical Illusions  \n  \nWhen I lose track of time\, I feel free \nfor a little while. And when I feel free\,  \nI can tackle the impossible. I can break \na miracle down to a series of steps\, \nso magic begins to enter\, beauty intrudes\, \nthen I’m in thrall to curiosity and wonder\,  \nfriendship with the future returns\, and all \nmy regrets fill a basket of quirky souvenirs.  \n  \nI’ve lived in exile from joy\, daunted by \nmortality\, taking what they call a realistic view \nby counting up my hours and days of failure. \nThere’s no shortage there\, and I’m expert \non musing\, dwelling\, brooding on my losses. \nBut then the turning comes as I lean close in \nto creation\, something out of nothing. It begins  \nwith surrender to anything I love to do. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nLast year\, about this time\, I wrote this poem: \n  \nKim Stafford\, Ace Reporter \n  \nhe carries a tiny notebook around with him \never on the alert \nlooking\, listening \nwords are spoken\, inspiration strikes\, events unfold \nhe takes out his little notebook\, jots things down \nhe’s collecting all the latest news \nlater\, he will file his next report— \nWhat’s Going On Here On Planet Earth \n  \n–Johnny Stallings \n* \n  \nKatie responded to Aaron Gilbert’s letter in last week’s issue of “peace\, love\, happiness & understanding”: \n  \nThis is fantastic\, Johnny. It’s amazing for me to read what Aaron wrote about his blossoming. So articulate and open and still on his quest to love and forgive. It takes me back to my own blossoming that came from seeing A Midsummer Night’s Dream in prison. Like in Shakespeare’s time the men had to play all the roles\, of course. Incredible to see them though. In a fantastic costume from the Portland Opera\, here came Aaron playing Helena in all her loveliness. I happened to be sitting next to his mom\, who had traveled hundreds of miles to see the play and was proud and astonished and happy to be there. Along with the rest of us\, she got to see Aaron transformed through this role he had mastered. It made me realize the power of literary art and embodying a character in a play. We were all uplifted and transported into some other possible realm. The prison walls even became precious for providing such a container and program for learning and listening and trusting one another enough to produce such a work of art together. The best part was the post-play reflection\, hearing the men talk about their experience through the whole process—the accomplishment of reading\, memorizing\, acting\, actually getting to touch another person\, coordinating the action. But most of all loving each other and being loved by each other and by their director and costumer. It was heartbreaking to see the men leave by one door back to their cells. We walked out the gates\, moved by tears and laughter\, transformed\, as they were\, and dedicated to returning again and again\, till they too walk out as free men. I’m grateful to you\, Johnny\, for imagining and following your heart to create such an experience for us all.  \n  \n—Katie Radditz \n* \n  \nOn my birthday\, or around New Year’s Day\, I often read through my journal for the previous year to remind myself of things that happened. This morning I was doing that and found something that ties into what Aaron wrote for last week’s issue and to Katie’s response. I had copied a letter to Howard Thoresen into my journal. Here’s what I wrote to him: \n  \nseptember 8\, 2019 \n  \n¡howardito! \n  \nnancy is with her mom this weekend\, so i went out to two rivers by myself yesterday \ni brought up the subject of julius caesar and the men talked about how awesome it was and how good it is to have a way to form strong bonds of friendship \nthen i told them that october 5th will be my last day facilitating the dialogue group \ncarl alsup (brutus) told me what a big impact i have had on the lives of many men there \nthen stuart morton (cassius) got the bright idea that we should go around the circle and everyone should say something to me \n(this is a thing we’ve done a few times \ni got the idea from jack kornfield \nthe chosen person listens while everyone says what they most admire\, etc.\, about him \ni think it can be a kind of medicine for people who are suffering from feelings of worthlessness\, et cetera) \nanyhow\, they really gave me the full treatment \nwhen you were here you said that you can’t take a compliment \ni don’t know\, but i think 40 minutes of something like this would overcome your resistance and do something to you \njust thinking about the experience is making me cry \nit seems that my ability to see their innate goodness and beauty has helped many of the men to see it in themselves and in others \nto feel loved and to love \nfor many of the men\, and for me\, this represents a profound change in the way we experience our human life on earth \nit’s a gift we have given to each other \nwell\, that’s about it for now \n  \njake merriman is coming over shortly \nthe men report that during the final performance he cried through the whole play \nwhich gladdens my heart \n  \npeace\, love & happiness \njuanito \n* \n  \nWalt Whitman said: \n  \nThis minute that comes to me over the past decillions\, \nThere is no better than it and now. \n* \n  \nI have a hunch that when Kim began writing the poem “Practical Illusions” he didn’t know how it would end. He begins with the freedom he feels when he loses track of time\, then\, like a beachcomber\, he picks things up and examines them\, and ends by speaking of surrendering to anything he loves to do. One of the things he loves to do is write poems. He gets pleasure from taking us on this journey and we get pleasure from accompanying him. Walt Whitman asks:  \n  \nWho wishes to walk with me? \n  \nThe end of the poem calls to my mind the idea of following your heart’s desire. When an opportunity arises to give free advice to young people\, that’s what I say: “Follow your heart’s desire.” When I was young\, my dad said to me with great seriousness\, as if imparting important wisdom: “John\, sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do.” I didn’t say anything to him at the time\, but I remember thinking: “Not me! That’s not how I’m gonna live my life.” I never came up with a plan of what I want to do with my life. Like a hummingbird\, I just go from one flower to the next. Today is my 69th birthday. I’m eating a red pear from our red pear tree. I’m the happiest man on earth. \n  \nThomas Traherne (1636-1674) said this about a defect in his university education: \n  \n“There was never a tutor that did professly teach Felicity\, though that be the mistress of all other sciences.” \n  \n(Thomas Traherne\, from Centuries of Meditations\, Third Century\, number 37) \n* \n  \nMay all people be happy. \nMay we live in peace & love. \n  \n—Johnny
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DESCRIPTION:  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \nAugust 27\, 2020 \n  \nMeditation & Mindfulness \n  \nAnd when he was demanded of the Pharisees\, when the kingdom of God should come\, he answered them and said\, The kingdom of God cometh not with observation: \nNeither shall they say\, Lo here! or\, lo there! for\, behold\, the kingdom of God is within you. \n  \n—Luke 17: 20-21\, King James Version \n* \n  \nThe Open Road is inaugurating a Meditation & Mindfulness Project for people who live in prison and for those who don’t. We aren’t promoting any religious tradition\, we just want to support and encourage each other to be more peaceful\, loving\, happy and free. It seems to me that whatever one’s religious beliefs\, and for atheists and agnostics as well\, meditation and mindfulness are a doorway to the Golden World—a feeling of perfect well-being. Everyone experiences these perfect moments. Meditation and mindfulness are ways to nurture and strengthen the feeling that our life on earth is a blessing and a miracle. Meditation and mindfulness can be enjoyed by anyone. \n* \n  \n“…Our blessedness\, like His\, is infinite. \nHis glory endless is and doth surround \nAnd fill all worlds without or end or bound. \nWhat hinders then but we in Heaven may be \nEven here on Earth did we but rightly see?” \n  \n—Thomas Traherne (1636-1674)\, from “Thoughts—IV” \n* \n  \nTo people in our society\, where working hard\, making money\, high achievement and getting things done are considered so important\, to sit still and do nothing seems like a big waste of time. \n* \n  \nGoing nowhere\, as Leonard Cohen would later emphasize for me\, isn’t about turning your back on the world; it’s about stepping away now and then so that you can see the world more clearly and love it more deeply. \n  \n—Pico Iyer\, from The Art of Stillness \n* \n  \nWalt Whitman spoke to his friend Ellen O’Connor of his ability to stop thinking at will\, and to make his brain “negative”: \n  \nThere is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me…. \nI do not know it—it is without name—it is a word unsaid\, \nIt is not in any dictionary\, utterance\, symbol. \n  \n—Walt Whitman\, from “Song of Myself” \n* \n  \nI began practicing meditation at the age of nineteen. That was fifty years ago! I can’t imagine my life without it. I’m certain I would have suffered a LOT more.  Ninety-nine per cent of our suffering is self-inflicted. Here’s a little poem I wrote: \n  \nwhen you see how simple it is to be happy \nyou’ll kick yourself \nfor spending so much time being miserable \n  \n—Johnny Stallings\, from everything I touch \n* \n  \nNautilus Hall Press has just published three chapbooks by Deborah Buchanan: “Layers of Sediment\,” “The World A Well\,” and “Moment Before.” The covers are beautifully illustrated by Andrew Larkin. They are grouped as a set\, “Like Fluttering Silk\,” and can be ordered from Deborah by emailing her at dlbadger@gmail.com. The cost of the set is $25\, plus $5 for shipping and handling. Here’s a poem from “Layers of Sediment”: \n  \nEarly Morning Hours \n  \nFrom the house silence flows \nto the ebony lawn \nglittering like a river. \nA small candle flickers\, \nmirroring the moon \nsliding down night’s curve. \nFir branches stand against the sky\, \nthe hours’ tall sentinels\, \nand the hum inside silence \nfills each shadowed crevice\, \nthe world inundated. \n  \n—Deborah Buchanan \n* \n  \nThe word “meditation” can mean a lot of different things. It can mean sitting still with your back straight. Other things that give us a feeling of inner peace can also be ways of meditating: going for a walk\, listening to music\, or playing music\, drinking that first cup of coffee in the morning\, reading. Even thinking and talking can be done in a meditative way. \n* \n  \nAsk the world to reveal its quietude— \nnot the silence of machines when they are still\, \nbut the true quiet by which birdsongs\, \ntrees\, bellworts\, snails\, clouds\, storms \nbecome what they are\, and are nothing else. \n  \n—Wendell Berry from Given \n* \n  \nWhy meditate? One reason is: “to stay sane.” The noise inside our heads can actually drive us completely mad. Here’s what Aldous Huxley says about it: \n  \nUnrestrained and indiscriminate talk is morally evil and spiritually dangerous….If we pass in review the words we have given vent to in the course of the average day\, we shall find that the greater number of them may be classified under three main heads: words inspired by malice and uncharitableness towards our neighbours; words inspired by greed\, sensuality and self-love; words inspired by pure imbecility and uttered without rhyme or reason\, but merely for the sake of making a distracting noise.  These are idle words; and we shall find\, if we look into the matter\, that they tend to outnumber the words that are dictated by reason\, charity or necessity.  And if the unspoken words of our mind’s endless\, idiot monologue are counted\, the majority for idleness becomes\, for most of us\, overwhelmingly large. \n  \n—Aldous Huxley\, from The Perennial Philosophy \n* \n  \nWhat is mindfulness? Thich Nhat Hanh says: \n  \nMindfulness is when you are truly there\, mind and body together. You breathe in and out mindfully\, you bring your mind back to your body\, and you are there. When your mind is there with your body\, you are established in the present moment. Then you can recognize the many conditions of happiness that are in you and around you\, and happiness just comes naturally. \n  \n—Thich Nhat Hanh\, from Your True Home\, #218 \n  \nHe’s fond of saying: “The present moment is a wonderful moment.” \n* \nKim Stafford sent this: \n  \nFinding Deep Calm \n  \nI have a Palestinian friend named Gheed living in Gaza City\, where life is hard and much of each day is spent trying to be safe. Most days\, power is only on for four hours\, and then darkness. Food is hard to come by. There is often danger in the streets. \nI know how in prison\, some are put in “segregation\,” in solitary. But in Gaza\, the whole country is in segregation\, surrounded by walls\, razor wire\, under frequent attack. \nBut my friend Gheed seeks beauty\, anyway. She takes photographs of her cup of coffee…of a flower…of light at the window. And she sent this message to the world\, in Arabic: \n  \nعظيمٌ هذا الهدوء العميق الذي أحيا فيه وأنمو ضدّ هذا العالم، هدوءٌ أحصدُ فيهِ ما ليس في استطاعةِ أحدٍ أنْ ينتزعه مني، ولو بقوة الحديد والنار ..” \n— غوتة \n  \nI was able to find a translation\, and it turns out she has been reading Goethe\, a writer in Germany in the early 19th century. This is what she has translated into Arabic from Goethe: \n  \nGreat is this deep calm in which I live and grow against this world\, a calm in which I reap what no one can take away from me\, even by the power of iron and fire. \n– Goethe \n  \nI love to think of my friend in the danger and difficulty of Gaza finding deep calm. And I love to think that this calm can be sought by anyone anywhere. It is our right to feel this. And it is possible. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nPeople who live in prison who want to participate in the Open Road Meditation and Mindfulness Project can write to me at this address: \n  \nJohnny Stallings \nThe Open Road \nPMB 268 \n4110 SE Hawthorne Blvd. \nPortland\, OR  97214 \n  \nPeople who don’t live in prison\, who want to be part of our merry band of mindful meditators can email me at stallingsjohnny@gmail.com\, or contact me through the Open Road website (openroadpdx.org). \n* \n  \nMeditation and mindfulness can be very simple. Hafiz says: \n  \nAnd at times\, when we really need to know \nsomething about perfection \n  \nthe movement of your breath might do\, or the \nbeating of our hearts. \n  \n—Hafiz  (1320-1389)\, version by Daniel Ladinsky \n* \n  \nSeng Ts’an says: \n  \nwhen the mind is still \nall views disappear \n  \nand \n  \nempty\, clear\, your light shines \nwithout mental effort \n  \n–Sent Ts’an (529-606 A.d.)
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