BEGIN:VCALENDAR
VERSION:2.0
PRODID:-//The Open Road:  a learning community - ECPv6.15.3//NONSGML v1.0//EN
CALSCALE:GREGORIAN
METHOD:PUBLISH
X-WR-CALNAME:The Open Road:  a learning community
X-ORIGINAL-URL:https://openroadpdx.com
X-WR-CALDESC:Events for The Open Road:  a learning community
REFRESH-INTERVAL;VALUE=DURATION:PT1H
X-Robots-Tag:noindex
X-PUBLISHED-TTL:PT1H
BEGIN:VTIMEZONE
TZID:America/Los_Angeles
BEGIN:DAYLIGHT
TZOFFSETFROM:-0800
TZOFFSETTO:-0700
TZNAME:PDT
DTSTART:20220313T100000
END:DAYLIGHT
BEGIN:STANDARD
TZOFFSETFROM:-0700
TZOFFSETTO:-0800
TZNAME:PST
DTSTART:20221106T090000
END:STANDARD
END:VTIMEZONE
BEGIN:VEVENT
DTSTART;VALUE=DATE:20220315
DTEND;VALUE=DATE:20220415
DTSTAMP:20260427T014246
CREATED:20220315T153234Z
LAST-MODIFIED:20250717T154539Z
UID:2617-1647302400-1649980799@openroadpdx.com
SUMMARY:Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue  3/15/22
DESCRIPTION:“There is One Holy Book\, the sacred manuscript of nature\,\nthe only scripture which can enlighten the reader.” ~ Hazrat Inayat Khan \n  \n  \nOpen Road Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue \n  \n March 15\, 2022 \n  \n(These are some excerpts from Michel’s meditation journal. The numbers refer to sections from Your True Home by Thich Nhat Hanh.) (JS) \n  \nFebruary 15\, 2022  #239  Peace Permeates \n  \nIt’s true! Whatever we cultivate in mindfulness will permeate the life and body. It is also true that physical states (feelings) can affect the mindfulness. This is why I believe there is value in any type of mindfulness practice. Currently I strive to practice during moments on the exercise bike\, and do nothing else while I sit there. Maybe formal sitting isn’t for everyone—(it is the easiest and quickest path I’ve learned)—but learning to find some idle time to focus on the breath\, while not attending to every thought whim arising each moment\, can be helpful. Lately\, I’ve referenced recollections of childhood: those times on sunny summer days\, laying on a lawn beach\, etc.\, watching clouds pass by. Thoughts can become the clouds. Let them go on. \n  \nFebruary 16\, 2022  #240  Rest Naturally \n  \nI would take Thây’s allusion one step further. I would imagine myself as that pebble sitting down to rest in sleep. These images sound like a very restful contemplation for meditation practice\, or sleep—which can be a form of meditation\, I’ve heard. \n  \nThe beauty of this image\, to me\, is the pebble does nothing. It is acted upon\, and eventually comes to a state of rest\, all without any self effort. Once at rest\, more nothing; it still doesn’t do. It just is.  I like allowing thoughts to be like water\, flowing by with no affect or input. I think emulating the small stone is valuable. \n  \nI wonder: how far this allusion-metaphor-image can be interpreted and applied before the analogy breaks down? Still\, I like this idea of imagining myself (my mind?) as the small stone resting as clouds\, air\, rain\, water\, a river\, living beings (various forms of thought?) simply pass by\, while I continue to rest unaffected by all the passersby\, or the melee of thoughts passes on without my interaction or attachment. \n  \nFebruary 23\, 2022  #245  The Sangha Body of Peace \n  \nIt has been over two years since we last gathered\, here at TRCI\, for our weekly dialogues and since we’ve been able to function for each other as a sangha. We’ve been doing so remotely. In this two years\, several have moved on to their next phase\, whatever and wherever that may be. All of us\, I’m guessing\, look forward to meeting with those of us remaining\, and for our dialogues to resume. I wonder what this may be likened to and how we\, the remnant or those departed\, may feel about being where we are when that happens. Will everyone experience unity of sangha\, or some\, maybe? I don’t know; it’s a personal experience. \n  \nI trust if we remember Thây’s teaching on mindfulness—“I am here for you”—and apply it to be mindfully present wherever we are at the reunification of our weekly “love feat\,” then those present (and hopefully those afar\, lending their light) will give/receive the most from that meeting of our sangha again. I look forward to that day myself. \n  \nWith love\, be well! \n  \n—Michel Deforge \n* \n  \nin my old age \ni have become a connoisseur \nof perfect moments \n  \nSome people say\, “No one’s perfect\,” or “Nothing is perfect\,” but\, if you look at it a certain way\, everyone is perfect and every thing is perfect. We’ve all drunk a lot of water in our life\, but sometimes we stop and notice that the glass of water in our hand is the most beautiful thing we have ever seen. We are amazed by water. It’s impossible. It’s wet. We are made of water. Without air\, without water\, without the sun\, there could be no life on this planet. Without our body\, without our eyes and brain and skin and nervous system we couldn’t see or touch or taste water. We couldn’t know or imagine. When I was young\, I knew everything. The older I get\, the more bewildered I’ve become. I’m dumbfounded by the beauty and unlikelihood of absolutely everything. \n  \n(After writing the above\, I asked Mr. Google: “What percentage of the human body is water?” Here is the reply:) \n  \n60% \n  \nUp to 60% of the human adult body is water. According to H.H. Mitchell\, Journal of Biological Chemistry 158\, the brain and heart are composed of 73% water\, and the lungs are about 83% water. The skin contains 64% water\, muscles and kidneys are 79%\, and even the bones are watery: 31%. \n  \n(From the U.S. Geological Survey website article: “The Water in You: Water and the Human Body.” The article is highly entertaining. Here’s the link:) \n  \nhttps://www.usgs.gov/special-topics/water-science-school/science/water-you-water-and-human-body \n  \n—Johnny Stallings \n* \n  \n#302  No Ideas \n  \n“When we look deeply\, we see that all our ideas about our body and about our mind are inaccurate. We have to practice no ideas…” \n“When we can stop every idea in our mind…” \n“When we can see the emptiness of each thing…” \n  \nBut aren’t ‘looking deeply’ and ‘when we can see’ just other ways of saying ‘thinking\,’ and having ideas about? Isn’t the very practice of “practicing no ideas” an idea? An act of thinking? A conscious process of the mind? Do you acknowledge that it’s an idea to “practice no idea\,” and that it is a necessary step to get beyond to get to emptiness?  \n  \nWe might use a mantra in order to go beyond no idea? But the derivation of mantra goes back to Sanskrit – sacred counsel\, formula; and back to Latin – mens: mind. From manyate: he thinks. Hmmm\, that sure sounds like mind>thinking>idea to me… \n  \nAm I overthinking this no idea/emptiness…idea? Sheesh. I have no idea….Hey! I think I’m getting somewhere with this.  \n  \n—Jude Russell \n* \n  \nIn life I have done things that were detestable. And in life we have all at times been faced with choosing the path. But which path do we take—not knowing where any of them lead? I had been lost for so long\, and lost so much\, and so many of those things can never be replaced. But some of them will never fail\, and that is the love I have for them—lost and found and kept. Unconditional love is there for those that need it. People are the real treasure in love\, and those relationships are what is most important. Love is free and we should always freely give love unconditionally. It is a simple seed and if it is allowed to grow unchecked it is gladly evasive. \n  \n—Rocky Hutchinson \n* \n  \nOld Spruce Sets the Clock \n  \nI’ve been running daylight saving time \nsince I was a sprig\, a sprout\, a sapling \nhoarding every filament of illumination \nthat made it through these shadows \nto find my reaching hands open wide. \nDon’t ask me about frenzy–I’ve been \nslow-timing for a hundred years\, and \nlook where that has got me\, rooted \ndeeper\, yearning higher\, greener\, \nolder\, thick and sturdy\, easy with \nroot and bud\, snow and starlight.  \nIn this war\, one could do worse. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nMy meditation lately consists of viewing what I look like by someone else’s eyes and mind. How do I act\, talk\, walk\, sit\, eat? How do I treat others? This gives me self awareness. It is sometimes uncomfortable to view myself outside of myself\, but it does bring me perspective. Thanks everyone for your thoughts and writings. \n  \n—Brandon Gillespie \n* \n  \nFor a joyous and heart opening experience\, spend a few breaths looking closely at these spirals (on page 1) of nature’s energy unfolding.  \n  \nMarch has many celebrations—International Women’s Day\, Spring Equinox\, Earth Day\, Candlemas and Nancy Scharbach’s Birthday! \n  \nAs Spring approaches I am delighted by the polka dots of nature—soft rain drops on the pavement\, along with pink petals from the cherry trees. Pussy willows in bud\, raindrops clinging to the leafless twigs after a rain. But there is also the spiral when I look closely at the ferns sending out their new shoots. \n  \nIt is also the time of Fasting after a last winter Feast. “Carnival” means going without meat\, or food in general\, until the gardens are producing once again. Through eons and within all cultures and religions\, the need for Lent (or sacrifice\, and changing one’s habits to survive) has been a Spring ritual. Blessing the Earth for sustenance. \n  \nIn Buddhist practice\, rather than a forty day fast\, the Five Precepts are recited once a week\, to help change unkind and unhealthy elements of our “habit energy\,” as Thay calls it\, with the intent to live a happier and ethical life. \n  \nRather than making these sound like commandments\, Thich Nhat Hanh over the years has rewritten the precepts so they help us focus on practicing awareness and kindness\, for ourselves\, for others\, and for the planet. \n  \nHere are Thay’s latest rendition with his commentary. You may want to take one to heart for a week or two\, then reflect on your own habit energy\, and what changes you might see from paying attention. Maybe there is something you want to give up and you would like your community to support. \n  \nIn peace and love\,  \n  \n—Katie Radditz \n  \nThe Five Mindfulness Trainings are one of the most concrete ways to practice mindfulness. They are nonsectarian\, and their nature is universal. They are true practices of compassion and understanding. All spiritual traditions have their equivalent to the Five Mindfulness Trainings. \n  \nThe first training is to protect life\, to decrease violence in oneself\, in the family and in society. The second training is to practice social justice\, generosity\, not stealing and not exploiting other living beings. The third is the practice of responsible sexual behavior in order to protect individuals\, couples\, families and children. The fourth is the practice of deep listening and loving speech to restore communication and reconcile. The fifth is about mindful consumption\, to help us not bring toxins and poisons into our body or mind. \n  \nThe Five Mindfulness Trainings are based on the precepts developed during the time of the Buddha to be the foundation of practice for the entire lay practice community.  \n  \nI have translated these precepts for modern times\, because mindfulness is at the foundation of each one of them. With mindfulness\, we  are modern times\, because mindfulness is at the foundation of each one of them. With mindfulness\, we are aware of what is going on in our bodies\, our feelings\, our minds and the world\, and we avoid doing harm to ourselves and others. Mindfulness protects us\, our families and our society. When we are mindful\, we can see that by refraining from doing one thing\, we can prevent another thing from happening. We arrive at our own unique insight. It is not something imposed on us by an outside authority. Practicing the mindfulness trainings\, therefore\, helps us be more calm and concentrated\, and brings more insight and enlightenment. \n  \nThe Five Mindfulness Trainings \n  \nThe Five Mindfulness Trainings represent the Buddhist vision for a global spirituality and ethic. They are a concrete expression of the Buddha’s teachings on the Four Noble Truths and the Noble Eightfold Path\, the path of right understanding and true love\, leading to healing\, transformation\, and happiness for ourselves and for the world. To practice the Five Mindfulness Trainings is to cultivate the insight of interbeing\, or Right View\, which can remove all discrimination\, intolerance\, anger\, fear\, and despair. If we live according to the Five Mindfulness Trainings\, we are already on the path of a bodhisattva. Knowing we are on that path\, we are not lost in confusion about our life in the present or in fears about the future. \n  \nReverence For Life \n  \nAware of the suffering caused by the destruction of life\, I am committed to cultivating the insight of interbeing and compassion and learning ways to protect the lives of people\, animals\, plants\, and minerals. I am determined not to kill\, not to let others kill\, and not to support any act of killing in the world\, in my thinking\, or in my way of life. Seeing that harmful actions arise from anger\, fear\, greed\, and intolerance\, which in turn come from dualistic and discriminative thinking\, I will cultivate openness\, non-discrimination\, and non-attachment to views in order to transform violence\, fanaticism\, and dogmatism in myself and in the world. \n  \nTrue Happiness\n \n  \nAware of the suffering caused by exploitation\, social injustice\, stealing\, and oppression\, I am committed to practicing generosity in my thinking\, speaking\, and acting. I am determined not to steal and not to possess anything that should belong to others; and I will share my time\, energy\, and material resources with those who are in need. I will practice looking deeply to see that the happiness and suffering of others are not separate from my own happiness and suffering; that true happiness is not possible without understanding and compassion; and that running after wealth\, fame\, power and sensual pleasures can bring much suffering and despair. I am aware that happiness depends on my mental attitude and not on external conditions\, and that I can live happily in the present moment simply by remembering that I already have more than enough conditions to be happy. I am committed to practicing Right Livelihood so that I can help reduce the suffering of living beings on Earth and stop contributing to climate change. \n  \nTrue Love\n \n  \nAware of the suffering caused by sexual misconduct\, I am committed to cultivating responsibility and learning ways to protect the safety and integrity of individuals\, couples\, families\, and society. Knowing that sexual desire is not love\, and that sexual activity motivated by craving always harms myself as well as others\, I am determined not to engage in sexual relations without true love and a deep\, long-term commitment made known to my family and friends. I will do everything in my power to protect children from sexual abuse and to prevent couples and families from being broken by sexual misconduct. Seeing that body and mind are one\, I am committed to learning appropriate ways to take care of my sexual energy and cultivating loving kindness\, compassion\, joy and inclusiveness – which are the four basic elements of true love – for my greater happiness and the greater happiness of others. Practicing true love\, we know that we will continue beautifully into the future. \n  \nLoving Speech and Deep Listening\n \n  \nAware of the suffering caused by unmindful speech and the inability to listen to others\, I am committed to cultivating loving speech and compassionate listening in order to relieve suffering and to promote reconciliation and peace in myself and among other people\, ethnic and religious groups\, and nations. Knowing that words can create happiness or suffering\, I am committed to speaking truthfully using words that inspire confidence\, joy\, and hope. When anger is manifesting in me\, I am determined not to speak. I will practice mindful breathing and walking in order to recognize and to look deeply into my anger. I know that the roots of anger can be found in my wrong perceptions and lack of understanding of the suffering in myself and in the other person. I will speak and listen in a way that can help myself and the other person to transform suffering and see the way out of difficult situations. I am determined not to spread news that I do not know to be certain and not to utter words that can cause division or discord. I will practice Right Diligence to nourish my capacity for understanding\, love\, joy\, and inclusiveness\, and gradually transform anger\, violence\, and fear that lie deep in my consciousness. \n  \nNourishment and Healing\n \n  \nAware of the suffering caused by unmindful consumption\, I am committed to cultivating good health\, both physical and mental\, for myself\, my family\, and my society by practicing mindful eating\, drinking\, and consuming. I will practice looking deeply into how I consume the Four Kinds of Nutriments\, namely edible foods\, sense impressions\, volition\, and consciousness. I am determined not to gamble\, or to use alcohol\, drugs\, or any other products which contain toxins\, such as certain websites\, electronic games\, TV programs\, films\, magazines\, books\, and conversations. I will practice coming back to the present moment to be in touch with the refreshing\, healing and nourishing elements in me and around me\, not letting regrets and sorrow drag me back into the past nor letting anxieties\, fear\, or craving pull me out of the present moment. I am determined not to try to cover up loneliness\, anxiety\, or other suffering by losing myself in consumption. I will contemplate interbeing and consume in a way that preserves peace\, joy\, and well-being in my body and consciousness\, and in the collective body and consciousness of my family\, my society and the Earth. \n  \n—from Happiness: Essential Mindfulness Practices by Thich Nhat Hanh (pp. 35-38) \n* \n  \nSome quotes on Jeff K’s mind lately: \n  \n’’Be patient\, your future will come to you and lie down at your feet like a dog who knows and loves you no matter what you are” \n  \n—Ted Chiang Stories of Your Life and Others\, p. 278 \n  \n”Found a dollar and had a slice of pizza… One day closer to death’’  \n& \n”We come into this world alone… Then we die alone… But\, in the meantime… Snacks.’’ \n  \n—Adult Swim \n  \nOur universe might have slid into equilibrium emitting nothing more than a quiet hiss. The fact that it spawned such plenitude is a miracle\, one that is matched only by your universe giving rise to you. Though I am long dead as you read this\, explorer\, I offer to you a valediction. Contemplate the marvel that is existence\, and rejoice that you are able to do so. I feel I have the right to tell you this because\, as I am inscribing these words\, I am doing the same.  \n  \n—Ted Chiang\,  Exhalation\, p. 57 \n  \n”Artists are magical helpers. Evoking symbols and motifs that connect us to our deeper selves\, they can help us along the heroic journey of our own lives.”  \n  \n—Joseph Campbell \n  \n—Jeff Kuehner
URL:https://openroadpdx.com/event/meditation-mindfulness-dialogue-3-15-22/
ATTACH;FMTTYPE=image/jpeg:https://openroadpdx.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/0-2.jpeg
END:VEVENT
BEGIN:VEVENT
DTSTART;VALUE=DATE:20220324
DTEND;VALUE=DATE:20220407
DTSTAMP:20260427T014246
CREATED:20220324T201557Z
LAST-MODIFIED:20250718T130754Z
UID:2660-1648080000-1649289599@openroadpdx.com
SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  3/24/22
DESCRIPTION:photo by Kim Stafford \n  \n  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \n  \nWAR & PEACE & SPRING! \n  \n  \nArt Degraded\, Imagination Denied\, War Governed the Nations. \n—William Blake \n  \nMarch 24\, 2022 \n  \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding is two years old!  \n  \nHURRAH!!! \n  \nOur first issue celebrated Spring Equinox. Last year at this time we again enjoyed a bunch of Spring poems. \n  \n(https://openroadpdx.com/event/peace-love-happiness-understanding-3-18-21/).  \n  \nSo\, we want to celebrate Spring…and there are other things on our minds as well. In our last issue people wrote about some of their favorite books. In it\, we invited friends inside prison to write about some of their favorite books. Meanwhile\, we are also thinking about war and peace and refugees. \n  \nIt’s Spring!!! \n  \nAnd every day the front page reminds us that bombs are falling on people in Ukraine. \n  \nKim had this to say: \n  \nThese days I seem to be obsessed with news from the war…and with the little plum tree outside the door of my writing shed. It was only a matter of time before the two started talking to each other in a poem. \n  \nPlum Trees in War \n  \nHow do they do it?—no resistance\, \nno complicity\, simply opening \na new species of light bud by bud \nin spite of all that is burned and broken. \n  \nSplayed against a shattered wall\, \nfrom a stump amid the rubble\, \nor even from a sheared branch \ndusted with ash\, petals unfurl. \n  \nAs enemies prepare to advance \nacross hills and fields\, spring \ngot there first\, took possession \nand raised its million flags of green. \n  \nFrom the sky\, breath by breath\, \nthe command comes down\, so every \nsoldier says\, “I can’t kill today— \nI am busy blossoming.” \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nThomas Bray wrote to us about his favorite books: \n  \nI thoroughly enjoyed your latest newsletter with all the book recommendations in it. I read it with great interest. My two favorite books are: \n  \nMan’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl. This is about a Jewish psychiatrist imprisoned in Auschwitz and how he manages to find meaning in the most dire of situations. I read it at least once a year. I always think the same thing when I read it: that if he can survive that\, then surely I can survive this. \n  \nShantaram by Gregory David Roberts. This is another true story of an Australian prisoner who escapes\, and flees to India. He lives amongst the “untouchables” for years. It’s a truly riveting tale of survival. \n  \nRegards\, \nThomas Bray \n* \n  \nEach spring I read this favorite gem of a poem by Roethke. The last line captures my feeling about the return of spring perfectly. As the blossoms of my daphne waft the delicious fragrance in my backyard portending the return to life of all of the brown stalks and underground plants waiting to burst forth with fullness\, I am always filled with a sense of wonder and excitement. Here is the poem that I always read: \n  \nVernal Sentiment \n  \nThough the crocuses poke up their heads in the usual places\, \nThe frog scum appear on the pond with the same froth of green\, \nAnd boys moon at girls with last year’s fatuous faces\, \nI never am bored\, however familiar the scene. \n  \nWhen from under the barn the cat brings a similar litter\,— \nTwo yellow and black\, and one that looks in between\,— \nThough it all happened before\, I cannot grow bitter: \nI rejoice in the spring\, as though no spring ever had been. \n  \n—Theodore Roethke \n  \n—Jeffrey Sher \n* \n  \nKatie talks about some of her favorite books\, and then\, on the subject of War & Peace & Spring\, she includes a poem by Czeslaw Milosz: \n  \nthat was impossible!  and my favorite author lately is Olga Tokarchuk.    \n  \n“My first thought about art\, as a child\, was that the artist brings something into the world that didn’t exist before\, and that he does it without destroying something else. A kind of refutation of the conservation of matter. That still seems to me its central magic\, its core of joy.” \n  \n—John Updike \n  \nFavorite books is a BiG topic for a houseful of too many loved books.  I do have a shelf  of some of my favorite books that I like to have more than one copy so that I can give one away to whoever is here at the time that fits.  \n  \nOn that shelf are these magical books–  \nThe Lives of Rocks short stories by Rick Bass\, living out in the Montana wilds. \nLove Invents Us by Amy Bloom \nThe Green Child by Herbert Read \nThe Great Fire by  Shirley Hazzard   WW II time: is the great fire war or love? \nWalden by Henry David Thoreau \nSwann’s Way by Marcel Proust    \nThe Plague by Albert Camus\, the book I have reread the most often. I highly recommend it in the Covid era. \n  \nOn the shelf too is Bill’s favorite book. For years he has given most\, a book called History: A Novel by Elsa Morante. \n  \nMaking this list I am aware of how I like to read what is most foreign to me. \n  \nLately I’m wild about the stories and writing of Roy Jacobsen\, his trilogy about a family who are the only ones living on their island off the coast of Norway.  The Unseen is the first in the series. \n  \nI read the heartbreaking Arizona/Mexico Border Trilogy by Cormac McCarthy: All the Pretty Horses\, The Crossing\, Cities of the Plain. “The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them\, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of their claims upon them. The world past\, the world to come. Their common transciencies.”  (Then\, this line I have posted on my writing desk): “Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one.”  From Cities of the Plain. \n  \nPenelope Fitzgerald   –   I first read The Bookshop\, very English\, but then read all her books and liked most The Gate of Angels\, about the chaos theory.   \n  \nWhen I love a book then I want to read everything else the author has written. \n  \nWhen I first read a book by a black American author I was also in a foreign land and wanted to read all Black Women Writers in America \n  \nI first read Sula\, by Toni Morrison\, then read her others\, through Beloved. This led me to Gloria Naylor\, Alice Walker\, then Zora Neal Hurston\, then plays of August Wilson and Lynn Nottage. \n  \nIn poetry too\, I love the foreign but also the most current in America. The poems of T’ao Ch’ien\, written in the 4th century China\, witten in a natural\, personal voice of his immediate experience and feelings makes it seem so contemporary. This led me somehow to Buddhist teachings and practice. And the first thing I read by Thich Nhat Hanh\, The Sun My Heart\, which led me the next week to my first Mindfulness retreat. \n  \nNow I’m reading the Polish poets Szymborska and Milosz to stay open hearted and in solidarity with those suffering in the war zone and on the move as refugees and those opening their homes in a safe place. Here is a War and Peace and Springtime poem from the 70’s by Milosz to ease the sorrow as we continue to pay attention and practice peace.  \n  \nOn Pilgrimage \n  \nMay the smell of thyme and lavender accompany us on our journey\nTo a province that does not know how lucky it is\nFor it was\, among all the hidden corners of the earth\,\nThe only one chosen and visited. \n  \nWe tended toward the Place but no signs led there.\nTill it revealed itself in a pastoral valley\nBetween mountains that look older than memory\,\nBy a narrow river humming at the grotto. \n  \nMay the taste of wine and roast meat stay with us\nAs it did when we used to feast in the clearings\,\nSearching\, not finding\, gathering rumors\,\nAlways comforted by the brightness of the day. \n  \nMay the gentle mountains and the bells of the flocks\nRemind us of everything we have lost\,\nFor we have seen on our way and fallen in love\nWith the world that will pass in a twinkling. \n  \n—Czeslaw Milosz \nEnglish version by Czeslaw Milosz and Robert Hass\nOriginal Language Polish \n  \n—Katie Radditz \n* \n  \nMilosz’s poem reminded me of this poem by William Stafford: \n  \nAt the Un-National Monument along the Canadian Border \n  \nThis is the field where the battle did not happen\, \nwhere the unknown soldier did not die. \nThis is the field where grass joined hands\,  \nwhere no monument stands\, \nand the only heroic thing is the sky. \n  \nBirds fly here without any sound\, \nunfolding their wings across the open. \nNo people killed—or were killed—on this ground \nhallowed by neglect and an air so tame \nthat people celebrate it by forgetting its name. \n  \n—William Stafford \n* \n  \nThe Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz \n  \n—Michael Deforge \n* \n  \nMy favorite series of books are the Harry Potter novels. They are so rich and full of flavor\, each one has its own beginning and end\, and kept me enchanted the entire read. A true masterpiece they are. \n  \nSpring happens to be my favorite season. It is to me and many the beginning of something. It has the feel of new endeavors and adventures to take on. A new start\, rather. So\, in a negative sense\, the beginning of war—since that is the topic. We humans always find a way to not get along. One day I believe we will have to\, or it will be the end of us. \n  \n—Brandon Gillespie \n* \nHere’s are a couple of my recent contributions to the Poetry of Peace: \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  \nMy Foolproof Plan for World Peace \n  \nI hereby declare today to be International Love Day. \nAnd a General Armistice. \nAll hostilities must cease on International Love Day. \nHenceforward\, every day is International Love Day. \n  \n—Johnny Stallings \n* \n  \nPerrin Kerns sent me a Zoom link to a daily meditation\, at 8 a.m. (PDT)\, with people in Ukraine. In addition to sitting together\, there is an opportunity to hear from people in Ukraine and give them love and support. Here’s the link: \n  \nhttps://us06web.zoom.us/j/83817903514 \n  \n  \nToday’s Yogi Tea bag message: \n  \nLive righteously and love everyone\, you will build up around you an aura of light and love. \n  \n 
URL:https://openroadpdx.com/event/peace-love-happiness-understanding-3-24-22/
ATTACH;FMTTYPE=image/jpeg:https://openroadpdx.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/03/277302853_10162052100909657_1750565814590150142_n-1.jpg
END:VEVENT
BEGIN:VEVENT
DTSTART;VALUE=DATE:20220407
DTEND;VALUE=DATE:20220421
DTSTAMP:20260427T014246
CREATED:20220407T224113Z
LAST-MODIFIED:20250718T130942Z
UID:2685-1649289600-1650499199@openroadpdx.com
SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  4/7/22
DESCRIPTION:  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nApril 7\, 2022 \n  \nMy dad loved the poems of Carl Sandburg. Sometimes I take the heavy tome The Complete Poems of CARL SANDBURG off the shelf\, in search of treasures. When I  open the book\, I always feel that my dad is by my side. \n  \n  \nTENTATIVE (FIRST MODEL) \nDEFINITIONS OF POETRY \n  \n1 Poetry is a projection across silence of cadences arranged to break that silence with definite intentions of echoes\, syllables\, wave lengths. \n  \n2   Poetry is an art practised with the terribly plastic material of human language. \n  \n3 Poetry is the report of a nuance between two moments\, when people say\, ‘Listen!’ and ‘Did you see it?’ ‘Did you hear it? What was it?’ \n  \n4 Poetry is the tracing of the trajectories of a finite sound to the infinite points of its echoes. \n  \n5 Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes\, spelling depths\, crypts\, crosslights\, and moon wisps. \n  \n6 Poetry is a puppet-show\, where riders of skyrockets and divers of sea fathoms gossip about the sixth sense and the fourth dimension. \n  \n7   Poetry is a plan for a slit in the face of a bronze fountain goat and the path of fresh drinking water. \n  \n8 Poetry is a slipknot tightened around a time-beat of one thought\, two thoughts\, and a last interweaving thought there is not a number for. \n  \n9 Poetry is an echo asking a shadow dancer to be a partner. \n  \n10 Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land\, wanting to fly in the air. \n  \n11 Poetry is a series of explanations of life\, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations. \n  \n12 Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing\, with an illegible oath between. \n  \n13 Poetry is an exhibit of one pendulum connecting with other and unseen pendulums inside and outside the one seen. \n  \n14 Poetry is a sky dark with wild-duck migration. \n  \n15 Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and unknowable. \n  \n16 Poetry is any page from a sketchbook of outlines or a doorknob with thumb- prints of dust\, blood\, dreams. \n  \n17 Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun\, hate\, love\, death. \n  \n18 Poetry is the cipher key to the five mystic wishes packed in a hollow silver bullet fed to a flying fish. \n  \n19 Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles\, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring. \n  \n20 Poetry is a dance music measuring buck-and-wing follies along with the gravest and stateliest dead-marches. \n  \n21 Poetry is a sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog. \n  \n22 Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it. \n  \n23 Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower. \n  \n24 Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it. \n  \n25 Poetry is the opening and closing of a door\, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment. \n  \n26 Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night. \n  \n27 Poetry is a statement of a series of equations\, with numbers and symbols changing like the changes of mirrors\, pools\, skies\, the only never- changing sign being the sign of infinity. \n  \n28 Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes. \n  \n29 Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights\, delivered between bridges and whistles\, so one says\, ‘Oh!’ and another\, ‘How?’ \n  \n30 Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables. \n  \n31 Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path\, matched up with foam-flanked horses\, bloody knuckles\, and bones\, on the hard ways to the stars. \n  \n32 Poetry is a shuffling of boxes of illusions buckled with a strap of facts. \n  \n33 Poetry is an enumeration of birds\, bees\, babies\, butterflies\, bugs\, bambinos\, babayagas\, and bipeds\, beating their way up bewildering bastions. \n  \n34 Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. \n  \n35 Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly- wings and the scraps of torn love-letters. \n  \n36 Poetry is the achievement of the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits. \n  \n37 Poetry is a mystic\, sensuous mathematics of fire\, smoke-stacks\, waffles\, pansies\, people\, and purple sunsets. \n  \n38 Poetry is the capture of a picture\, a song\, or a flair\, in a deliberate prism of words. \n  \n—Carl Sandburg\, from Good Morning\, America (The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg\, pp. 317-319) \n  \n  \nCarl Sandburg wrote Rootabaga Stories for his daughters. Here are a couple of them—(reading aloud recommended): \n  \n  \nThe Potato Face Blind Man  \nWho Lost the Diamond Rabbit on  \nHis Gold Accordion \n  \nThere was a Potato Face Blind Man used to play an accordion on the Main Street corner nearest the postoffice in the Village of Liver-and-Onions. \n  \nAny Ice Today came along and said\, “It looks like it used to be an 18 carat gold accordion with rich pawnshop diamonds in it; it looks like it used to be a grand accordion once and not so grand now.” \n  \n“Oh\, yes\, oh\, yes\, it was gold all over on the outside\,” said the Potato Face Blind Man\, “and there was a diamond rabbit next to the handles on each side\, two diamond rabbits.” \n  \n“How do you mean diamond rabbits?” Any Ice Today asked. \n  \n“Ears\, legs\, head\, feet\, ribs\, tail\, all fixed out in diamonds to make a nice rabbit with his diamond chin on his diamond toenails. When I play good pieces so people cry hearing my accordion music\, then I put my fingers over and feel of the rabbit’s diamond chin on his diamond toenails\, ‘Attaboy\, li’l bunny\, attaboy\, li’l bunny.’” \n  \n“Yes I hear you talking but it is like dream talking. I wonder why your accordion looks like somebody stole it and took it to a pawnshop and took it out and somebody stole it again and took it to a pawnshop and took it out and somebody stole it again. And they kept on stealing it and taking it out of the pawnshop and stealing it again till the gold wore off so it looks like a used-to-be-yesterday.” \n  \n“Oh\, yes\, o-h\, y-e-s\, you are right. It is not like the accordion it used to be. It knows more knowledge than it used to know just the same as this Potato Face Blind Man knows more knowledge than he used to know.” \n  \n“Tell me about it\,” said Any Ice Today. \n  \n“It is simple. If a blind man plays an accordion on the street to make people cry it makes them sad and when they are sad the gold goes away off the accordion. And if a blind man goes to sleep because his music is full of sleepy songs like the long wind in a sleepy valley\, then while the blind man is sleeping the diamonds in the diamond rabbit all go away. I play a sleepy song and go to sleep and I wake up and the diamond ear of the diamond rabbit is gone. I play another sleepy song and go to sleep and wake up and the diamond tail of the diamond rabbit is gone. After a while all the diamond rabbits are gone\, even the diamond chin sitting on the diamond toenails of the rabbits next to the handles of the accordion\, even those are gone.” \n  \n“Is there anything I can do?” asked Any Ice Today. \n  \n“I do it myself\,” said the Potato Face Blind Man. “If I am too sorry I just play the sleepy song of the long wind going up the sleepy valleys. And that carries me away where I have time and money to dream about the new wonderful accordions and postoffices where everybody that gets a letter and everybody that don’t get a letter stops and remembers the Potato Face Blind Man.” \n  \n  \n  \nHow the Potato Face Blind Man Enjoyed \nHimself on a Fine Spring Morning \n  \nOn a Friday morning when the flummywisters were yodeling yisters high in the elm trees\, the Potato Face Blind Man came down to his work sitting at the corner nearest the postoffice in the Village of Liver-and-Onions and playing his gold-that-used-to-be accordion for the pleasure of the ears of the people going into the postoffice to see if they got any letters for themselves or their families. \n  \n“It is a good day\, a lucky day\,” said the Potato Face Blind Man\, “because for a beginning I have heard high in the elm trees the flummywisters yodeling their yisters in the long branches of the lingering leaves. So—so—I am going to listen to myself playing on my accordion the same yisters\, the same yodels\, drawing them like long glad breathings out of my glad accordion\, long breathings of the branches of the lingering leaves.” \n  \nAnd he sat down in his chair. On the sleeve of his coat he tied a sign\, “I Am Blind Too.” On the top button of his coat he hung a little thimble. On the bottom button of his coat he hung a tin copper cup. On the middle button he hung a wooden mug. By the side of him on the left side on the sidewalk he put a galvanized iron washtub\, and on the right side an aluminum dishpan. \n  \n“It is a good day\, a lucky day\, and I am sure many people will stop and remember the Potato Face Blind Man\,” he sang to himself like a little song as he began running his fingers up and down the keys of the accordion like the yisters of the lingering leaves in the elm trees. \n  \nThen came Pick Ups. Always it happened Pick Ups asked questions and wished to know. And so this is how the questions and answers ran when the Potato Face filled the ears of Pick Ups with explanations. \n  \n“What is the piece you are playing on the keys of your accordion so fast sometimes\, so slow sometimes\, so sad some of the moments\, so glad some of the moments?” \n  \n“It is the song the mama flummywisters sing when they button loose the winter underwear of the baby flummywisters and sing: \n  \n‘Fly\, you little flummies\, \nSing\, you little wisters.’” \n  \n“And why do you have a little thimble on the top button of your coat?” \n  \n“That is for the dimes to be put in. Some people see it and say\, ‘Oh\, I must put in a whole thimbleful of dimes.’” \n  \n“And the tin copper cup?” \n  \n“That is for the base ball players to stand off ten feet and throw in nickels and pennies. The one who throws the most into the cup will be the most lucky.” \n  \n“And the wooden mug?” \n  \n“There is a hole in the bottom of it. The hole is as big as the bottom. The nickel goes in and comes out again. It is for the very poor people who wish to give me a nickel and yet get the nickel back.” \n  \n“The aluminum dishpan and the galvanized iron washtub—what are they doing by the side of you on both sides on the sidewalk?” \n  \n“Sometime maybe it will happen everybody who goes into the postoffice and comes out will stop and pour out all their money\, because they might get afraid their money is no good any more. If such a happening ever happens then it will be nice for the people to have some place to pour their money. Such is the explanation why you see the aluminum dishpan and galvanized iron tub.” \n  \n“Explain your sign—why is it\, ‘I Am Blind Too.’” \n  \n“Oh\, I am sorry to explain to you\, Pick Ups\, why this is so which. Some of the people who pass by here going into the postoffice and coming out\, they have eyes—but they see nothing with their eyes. They look where they are going and they get where they wish to get\, but they forget why they came and they do not know how to come away. They are my blind brothers. It is for them I have the sign that reads\, ‘I Am Blind Too.’” \n  \n“I have my ears full of explanations and I thank you\,” said Pick Ups. \n  \n“Good-by\,” said the Potato Face Blind Man as he began drawing long breathings like lingering leaves out of the accordion—along with the song the mama flummywisters sing when they button loose the winter underwear of the baby flummywisters. \n  \n  \nHere are a couple of my dad’s and my favorite Carl Sandburg poems: \n  \n  \nTHE RIGHT TO GRIEF \nTo Certain Poets About to Die \n  \nTAKE your fill of intimate remorse\, perfumed sorrow\, \nOver the dead child of a millionaire\, \nAnd the pity of Death refusing any check on the bank \nWhich the millionaire might order his secretary to scratch off \nAnd get cashed. \n  \n  Very well\, \nYou for your grief and I for mine. \nLet me have a sorrow my own if I want to. \n  \nI shall cry over the dead child of a stockyards hunky. \nHis job is sweeping blood off the floor. \nHe gets a dollar seventy cents a day when he works \nAnd it’s many tubs of blood he shoves out with a broom day by day. \n  \nNow his three year old daughter \nIs in a white coffin that cost him a week’s wages. \nEvery Saturday night he will pay the undertaker fifty cents till the debt is wiped out.  \n  \nThe hunky and his wife and the kids \nCry over the pinched face almost at peace in the white box. \n  \nThey remember it was scrawny and ran up high doctor bills. \nThey are glad it is gone for the rest of the family now will have more to eat and wear. \n  \nYet before the majesty of Death they cry around the coffin \nAnd wipe their eyes with red bandanas and sob when the priest says\, “God have mercy on us all.” \n  \nI have a right to feel my throat choke about this. \nYou take your grief and I mine—see? \nTo-morrow there is no funeral and the hunky goes back to his job sweeping blood off the floor at a dollar seventy cents a day. \nAll he does all day long is keep on shoving hog blood ahead of him with a broom. \n  \n  \n  \nHAPPINESS \n  \n  \nI ASKED the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness. \n  \nAnd I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men. \n  \nThey all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with them. \n  \nAnd then one Sunday afternoon I wandered out along the Desplaines river \n  \nAnd I saw a crowd of Hungarians under the trees with their women and children and a keg of beer and an accordion. \n  \n—Carl Sandburg (1878-1967) \n  \n  \nSince the Potato Face Blind Man plays the accordian\, and the Hungarians on the banks of the Desplaines River do likewise\, perhaps it would be good to include links to some rockin’ accordian music: \n  \nThose Darn Accordians play Jimi Hendrix: \nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzP-G9cVc7k \n  \nFlaco Jimenez\, Mingo Saldivar\, Pete Ybarra\, David Farias & David Lee Garza: \nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zc1ZXm-rFLA \n  \nClifton Chenier & the Louisiana Ramblers play “Tighten Up”: \nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zc1ZXm-rFLA
URL:https://openroadpdx.com/event/peace-love-happiness-understanding-4-7-22/
END:VEVENT
BEGIN:VEVENT
DTSTART;TZID=America/Los_Angeles:20220410T150000
DTEND;TZID=America/Los_Angeles:20220410T170000
DTSTAMP:20260427T014246
CREATED:20220405T171234Z
LAST-MODIFIED:20220408T190206Z
UID:2669-1649602800-1649610000@openroadpdx.com
SUMMARY:Bibliophiles Unanimous!  4/10/22
DESCRIPTION:  \n  \nThis Sunday\, April 10th\, at 3 p.m. (PDT) the theme for our Bibliophiles Unanimous! Zoom gathering is Gary Snyder & Friends. Here’s the link: \n\n \n\nhttps://us02web.zoom.us/j/87614013058 \n\n\n\n\nMay all people be happy.\nMay we live in peace & love\n \nJohnny
URL:https://openroadpdx.com/event/bibliophiles-unanimous-4-10-22/
END:VEVENT
BEGIN:VEVENT
DTSTART;VALUE=DATE:20220415
DTEND;VALUE=DATE:20220515
DTSTAMP:20260427T014246
CREATED:20220417T173612Z
LAST-MODIFIED:20250717T154826Z
UID:2714-1649980800-1652572799@openroadpdx.com
SUMMARY:Meditation & Mindfulness  4/15/22
DESCRIPTION:  \n  \nOpen Road Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue \n  \n April 15\, 2022 \n  \nAs the crickets’ soft autumn hum \n        is to us \n     so are we to the trees \n        as are they \n  to the rocks and the hills \n  \n—Gary Snyder \n* \n  \nMeditation for Ukraine \n  \nWhen the war in Ukraine began\, we couldn’t believe it. Then we had to\, as an avalanche of headlines\, numbers\, and film clips came at us from all directions. The old ritual of violence had begun again so soon\, so fierce\, so inexplicable. All I could do\, every morning\, was to walk before dawn\, then sit alone\, ponder\, and write. The poems in this book arose in the first 30 days for the fighting\, as I tried to look at the obscene events in Russia and Ukraine from oblique angles—big picture\, close encounter\, root cause\, and imagined outcome.  \n  \nWe have been helped in this time by a Zoom group sponsored by Shambhala Online\, which each day of the war has convened a hundred or so from around the world for the practice of tonglen meditation. Our custom has included Buddhists in the U.S.\, Canada\, Britain\, Holland\, Poland\, India\, Japan\, Ukraine\, and beyond. We sit in silence for many long breaths\, working to inhale suffering and grief\, then exhale\, as we can\, compassion from the heart open wide. Following this practice\, we ask Iryna and Sasha in Kyiv\, Oleg in Odessa\, Andriy in Lviv\, and others inside the war how it is for them—days\, nights\, times of spring sun\, and of darkness. “Now I have no fear\, or no hope. I have only this time\, today.” “I don’t watch the news\, instead I go to the subway and see how little families each make a nest of their belongings.” “Humility comes to the front of your life. You see how artificial was life before.”  \n  \n—from the preface to Sunflower Seeds: Poems for Ukraine (www.lulu.com) \n  \nI have explored the “tonglen” practice of meditation in a poem: \n  \n      Trees Send Oxygen to Weary Citizens \n  \nSome Buddhists sit in silence to inhale sorrow\, \ngrief\, fear\, and all the cloudy darkness of strife \ninto the infinite open heart\, and there transform it \nto an exhalation of light\, of compassion\, a new \nchance for all sentient beings to be at peace. In \npractice\, in fact\, how can this miracle be understood? \nThe last breath of every soldier flies on the wind  \nover the rooftops of generals and their commanders \nfaster\, more direct than roads or other human tricks \nto far Siberia where in ravines and all along ridges \nhorizon by horizon\, valley by valley\, peak by peak \nthe waiting arms of pine\, spruce\, larch\, and fir sip deep  \ninto their green needle tangle a feast of human exhalation  \nto seethe\, turn\, and return pure oxygen for wind to freight  \naround the world\, passing all others\, to the battlefield \nwhere a girl wears her father’s coat\, a boy says his  \nmother’s name with breath made sacred by this war. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nIf you would like to participate in daily meditations with people in Ukraine at 8 a.m. (PDT)\, here’s the link: \n  \nhttps://us06web.zoom.us/j/83817903514 \n  \n* \n  \nJude responds to meditation #11 from Your True Home by Thich Nhat Hanh: \n  \n#11  Aimlessness  \n  \nBuddhist teaching of aimlessness instructs us not to set an object or goal in front of us and run after it\, believing that happiness is impossible unless and until we get it. We must do as the flower does: we must stop reaching for something.  The flower knows it contains everything within it and doesn’t try to become something else.  \n  \nThis is another instance of word nuances: ‘goal’ and ‘objective’ have negative connotations in this case. They imply reaching for something\, usually a material something\, not being satisfied with life as is. \n  \nBut what about the desire\, the deep and intense desire\, and need\, to know and understand others not like you? The deeply felt purpose imbedded in that desire. The belief that knowing and understanding—connection— erases fear and mistrust and must lead to love. What if you call that a goal? Does that make it wrong? In my intense and life changing moment (still ongoing) of illumination in the mid 90s\, I knew I must seek understanding of those not like me: I found a deep and long friendship with Skosh who had AIDS; I sat with him when he died. I taught at Jefferson High School with its 80-90% Black student body (and took kids to prom and planted gardens with parents); went on five Habitat for Humanity builds to Mississippi\, South Carolina\, West Virginia\, Oklahoma\, etc; mentored rough and tough teenagers for\, now decades (and went to three Metallica concerts!). I befriended an Indian woman and her chaotic family (and sat with her daughter while she went through drug withdrawal) for sixteen years; worked in a family homeless shelter for three years; tutored and ‘adopted’ Hispanic adults (and made 200 tortillas with Maria)\, and up to current times\, volunteered in our precious OHOM prison program. Among other things. Everything I have done has been with a part of my world that I had little or no knowledge or understanding of.  \n  \nI hesitate to mention all of this for fear of sounding as if I’m tooting my own horn; it is not that. It is that I have felt propelled to do this. It is the deep need to know and understand others not like me. It all comes from that experience of ‘illumination’ (at 2:05 pm on March 25\, 1994) (more on that later). \n  \nAre these “goals?” Is this running after something and not being satisfied or happy until I’ve achieved it? I am happy—no\, I am filled with joy when I am living with this desire\, this ‘goal.’ It doesn’t feel wrong\, but oh so right. \n  \n—Jude Russell \n* \n  \nHere are some excerpts from Michel’s March meditation journal. The numbers refer to meditations from Thich Nhat Hanh’s book Your True Home: \n  \nMarch 3\, 2022  –  #250  Touched By Her Light \n  \nThis is a beautiful image. Just imagine it; living in a state of constant mindfulness\, leading others\, through contact\, to grow in cultivation of his/her own mindfulness…to become ripples in the pond of human consciousness\, spreading mindfulness to ever more people—like an anti-dis-ease\, or wellspring of happiness\, compassion and contentment with each one. Not only would that be something to behold\, but it would be amazing to become part of as well. \n  \nDo we not already have this opportunity\, and yet how many are touched by the “light” of my life? (Or\, yours?) What does it take for any one of us to step up and embrace mindfulness fully\, developing our light—let alone touching others’ lives with that light? I find it peculiar that all it takes for me (and you\, too) is to sit down regularly and practice mindfulness—to sit and breathe deliberately. That’s it! I only need to want to take the time to sit for a while. Doing this alone can be extra challenging\, lonely even. It’s funny how yesterday was about space\, leading me to embrace aloneness\, and here I am struggling to overcome loneliness in solitary practice—which is fundamentally still a solitary practice\, even in a hall with 1\,000 meditators at one sangha (fellowship/community). The union of conscious intent\, even practicing in “solitude” within a sangha of any size\, is the strength to overcome a sense of aloneness or loneliness. \n  \nI definitely am more consistent with a group—dedication to other until for self kicks in; and even more so with a personal plan as well. What do you do to get you to the cushion alone\, or in sangha regularly? \n  \nMarch 10\, 2022  –  #251  Many Wonders \n  \nThis is so apropos for my last few days. I find it curious; when I don’t take even the time to exercise and/or contemplate/write here\, it’s as if my experience of life becomes overwhelming to cope with. With the overwhelm comes a flood/flurry of other intensive emotional experiences\, which mount challenge after challenge as the day grinds on…to…a halt. I can go no further… \n  \nOr\, so I thought. Apparently\, enough training\, experience\, or divine intervention reminded me to “just breathe!” As I continued to breathe\, not giving in just yet\, still plodding forward\, one foot in front of the other\, perpetually pressing on and striving to keep going—slowly\, with help and kind words from others\, things started turning back around…unexpectedly. \n  \nThat is the point I believe Thây makes here: No matter how intense the experience of the self-induced suffering (it all is!) we can fall back on our past practice/training to carry us through. We can also reap benefit from just being open (through practice and training the mind) that we see and experience myriad wonders present in every moment—right there before our very eyes\, we only need to be aware enough to look (to go looking for these “wonders.”) \n  \nIt’s a matter of focal points—positive versus negative; wonders abounding everywhere\, or suffering\, pain and misery in each and every moment. I know where I wish I would focus and where I want to focus—I even do succeed occasionally as I desire\, just not as often as I wish I did. But that’s just it. This is all about our personal power of choice. Each of us makes this choice—often unconsciously or passively. \n  \nResults are obvious. You achieve what you focus on and strive for\, not what you aren’t paying attention to. So why don’t we choose better? Why don’t parents teach children that there is this option\, and that choice is our great inheritance of life power? Why don’t we own what they didn’t know then\, and teach/learn for ourselves (and others) now? All I have to do (and you can too!) is make my choice\, then act on it. That’s it. There’s no magic pill\, formula\, incantation\, or grotto. I need only grit to stick with the choice and do the “hard” work—(which isn’t actually hard at all\, it’s just more illusions I created for myself). What’s your choice? \n  \nMarch 24\, 2022  –  #256  Mind Creates Everything \n  \nExcitement rolled through the dorm building\, to a crescendo\, as each man anticipated the call to go down to get our feed. Dark clouds collecting at the edge of the valley\, rolling out over the plains\, building to a full frenzy thunder and lightning display. Just as quickly as the energy built\, each was in his seat\, eating a giant hero. Some chicken clubs—most\, actually—and a few for pastrami. The rains fell\, calming all sound with the coolness settling all around. One by one\, each finished his meal\, moving on to another area. Rains lifted\, skies cleared\, and all was quiet once again. Each man moaned in soft contentment of satisfaction\, having eaten his fill. \n  \nOur minds got bored—all people. The mind craves the new\, exciting\, colorful\, flashy\, brilliant distractions\, not silence within. Practicing mindfulness calms the mind’s desires for innovative and new stimuli. Through training\, a mind learns calmness and peace. \n  \nTV commercials\, live feeds\, Twitter\, Snapchat\, instant access to…every thing. This feeds the chaos drive of the mind. It’s little wonder most people are starving psychically for stillness\, calm and quiet. Few know this secret: It all starts with the mind—both the peace and the noise. \n  \nThrough the mind’s power we can create stories about many things; about peace and harmony\, beauty or chaos and disturbances\, war and violence\, etc. We have power\, which many of us don’t know to use\, but it’s there. All we need to do is practice mindfulness. With time\, practicing leads to consistent behavior\, leading to consistent peace within. What are you creating today? \n  \nMichel Deforge \n* \n  \nAlex Tretbar wrote to me that he has begun meditating every morning. I like to encourage people who want to meditate\, so I wrote some of my thoughts about meditation to him. I’m lazy. Instead of writing something new for this issue\, I’m just going to copy and paste what I wrote to Alex: \n  \nDear Alex \n  \nThanks for your letter and poem. I’m happy to learn that you are meditating every morning. I’ve had a serious meditation practice for more than 50 years\, so I’d like to share a few thoughts on the subject that I hope might be helpful to you. \n  \nThe word “meditation” can mean a lot of different things. For many years\, people considered it a kind of oddball thing that Buddhists were into. Many people tried meditating once or twice\, found it difficult or frustrating and concluded that it was not for them. In more recent years\, meditation & mindfulness—along with yoga—have become much more mainstream and normal. There are meditation apps that people have on their phones. Lots and lots of books about meditation and mindfulness. Health and mental health professionals now routinely recommend meditation and mindfulness for reducing stress and helping with various physical\, mental and emotional problems. \n  \nClassical Japanese Zen is rigorous and practiced in monasteries by monks. The poet Gary Snyder lived in Japan for eight years. He practiced Zen at a monastery and did zazen (sitting meditation) a minimum of five hours a day. \n  \nThere are kinder and gentler ways to practice meditation. Thich Nhat Hanh\, for example\, has a friendlier approach. He says you should enjoy it. If you’re not enjoying it\, you’re doing it wrong. \n  \nA brief word on sitting meditation. The two essential things are: eyes open and back straight. When your eyes close or your posture slumps you tend to daydream and then fall asleep. This is not a bad thing. Like taking a nap\, it’s restful. \n  \nMeditation is wakefulness. Attention. A mind quiet and alert. \n  \nRather than thinking of it as a difficult activity\, it might be good to think of meditation as “quiet time.” Peaceful time. A time set aside\, when you don’t have to accomplish anything. In our culture achievement is at a premium and people who don’t meditate tend to think of it as wasting time. Walt Whitman said: \n  \n“I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.” \n  \nThat’s the idea. \n  \nIf you spend some quiet time every morning\, over time your brain and mind and nervous system will gradually quiet down. \n  \nOne of the things that you learn from meditation is that instead of seeing and feeling and experiencing the world directly\, we learned early in life to see and experience and feel the world through a filter of thought and language. It’s like the difference between reading about Multnomah Falls\, or looking at a postcard of Multnomah Falls\, and actually standing if front of it and feeling the spray. \n  \nMeditation & mindfulness—that immediate kind of perception—can inspire poetic expression. All you have to do is find the right words to convey this experience to others. Simple. \n  \nIn one of our earlier exchanges\, you said that the problem for you with meditating\, is that you would be sitting there and you’d have an idea\, and you would want to write it down before it disappeared—and thus you would have to interrupt your meditation. This made me smile. The thing is: of course you can stop “meditating” in order to write. Writing is a form of meditation. Maybe silent sitting is one of the ways to invite poetic inspiration. Like opening a window\, so that you can feel the breeze. \n  \nThis problem\, like most problems\, is an imaginary one. First you imagined it\, then you imagined that it was a “real” problem. A toothache is a real problem. The Buddhist view is that 99% of suffering is self-inflicted. (“Imaginary” problems are not necessarily less painful than “real” ones.) Meditation is the art of not making yourself miserable. \n  \nOne of the paradoxes of meditation is that there is no goal. You sit in order to sit. Trying to get something—like peace\, or enlightenment\, or whatever—is just another way of making yourself miserable. It introduces time and a hypothetical future. There is no future\, only this present moment. \n  \nWell\, that’s enough for now about all that. \n  \npeace & love\, \nJohnny \n* \n  \n“Whenever you meet a situation that awakens your compassion… \nyou can stop for a moment\, breathe in any suffering you see\, \nand breathe out a sense of relief.” \n  \n—Pema Chödrön – Tonglen\, the Path of Transformation \n  \nI have been attending a daily Buddhist meditation practice since the early days of the War against Ukraine. Hosted by a group in New York and a group in Ukraine\, we gather on Zoom\, to give support to those suffering from violence due to the  ongoing invasion. \n  \nThe practice of Tonglen\, an extension of Loving-Kindness meditation\, is new to me. We begin with a check-in from sangha members in Ukraine. Iryna gives a hello and a weather report if the sun is shining\, then a brief update about the latest destruction and pauses in bombing. She speaks in Ukrainian and her friend translates for us. Then others are asked to speak – Oleg in Odessa\, Sasha and Ella in Kyiv\, Andrei in Lviv\, give personal stories from their homes. Seeing them in their zoom boxes\, with their windows shaded\, is a moving and transporting experience. These check-ins have been both heartrending and inspiring. Also comforting to know that they are alive\, these brave humble people who we have come to care for and LOVE over these weeks of war. Sometimes these new friends are away on meditation retreat\, or called to army duty\, or helping to take care of the wounded or homeless. In Kyiv they are involved with reconstructing a building for those who have lost their homes or have been sheltering in the subways.    \n  \nTaking a moment to sit with awareness of our feelings\, gathering stability and compassion\, we go directly into a practice of transforming suffering into compassion.  Tonglen – in English called Sending and Taking\, is new to me. The essence of it is to breathe in heaviness\, sorrow\, whatever images may be disturbing us\, then breathe out peace\, tenderness\, lightness\, liveliness.  Our minds may be overwhelmed by news\, or anxiety\, but our hearts have a bottomless well of love and compassion.  \n  \nThe Practice closes with a Dedication of Merit sent out to all beings that may be  suffering. Then we unmute for an open discussion\, questions\, poems\, or music. The chat box overflows with thanks and good wishes\, resources are sent for compassion in action.    \n  \nThirty minutes of raising compassion in a group dedicated to non-violence allows us to be supportive of one another in a volatile time. I’m sure the Ukrainians feel supportive\, but I am much more aware of the support for myself. It has been a gift; an antidote to the images in the morning newspaper\, to the enervating quality of nightly news commentary on the war that I have completely given up. \n  \nI had wondered if it would feel like a burden to begin my day up close in a war with strangers.  Rather it has been energizing\, spiritually creative\, and friendly. Here we are greeting one another each day\, getting to know our Eastern neighbors with names and faces and stories. I grieve for the children\, remembering our own war years and protests\, “Where have all the children gone\, long time ago?” I draw strength from my Polish ancestors\, when I hear stories of the millions taking refuge in Poland’s homes. In Western Ukraine too\, every person we heard from had people from Eastern towns staying in their apartment.  \n  \nHere at home\, I recognize a Ukrainian accent in line at Goodwill. Hannah starts weeping when I hug her\, so thankful to be listened to; her husband is Russian and supports Putin. Her parents meanwhile are terrified in Kyiv. Her own children are young.    \n  \nI feel grateful for our experience with you all through Open Hearts Open Minds dialogue and theater and Open Road discussions and readings and reflecting on Thich Nhat Hanh’s teachings. Being interactive\, communicating!\,  interbeing as Thay says\, practicing a common aspiration for peace and happiness\, has been helpful for not turning away from the suffering in war. \n  \nI muse over these words of Thich Nhat Hanh’s and think about how we might transform\, in prison or in a state of fear or in a difficult time of despair over how to help.   \n  \n The Buddha’s teaching is about viewing the world through the eyes of compassion. Thich Nhat Hanh taught deep listening and open communication with people on both sides of an issue. And taking action to relieve suffering\, everyone’s suffering. \n  \nHe said\, “When you have compassion in your heart\, you suffer much less\, and you are in a situation to be and to do something to help others to suffer less. This is true. So to practice in such a way that brings compassion into your heart is very important. A person without compassion cannot be a happy person. And compassion is something that is possible only when you have understanding. Understanding brings compassion. Understanding is compassion itself.”   \n  \nThank you\, dear friends\, for our ongoing communication\, and open hearts.  May we be at peace.     \n  \nLove\,     \nKatie
URL:https://openroadpdx.com/event/meditation-mindfulness-4-15-22/
ATTACH;FMTTYPE=image/jpeg:https://openroadpdx.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/0.jpeg
END:VEVENT
BEGIN:VEVENT
DTSTART;VALUE=DATE:20220421
DTEND;VALUE=DATE:20220505
DTSTAMP:20260427T014246
CREATED:20220422T234527Z
LAST-MODIFIED:20220730T011307Z
UID:2754-1650499200-1651708799@openroadpdx.com
SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  4/21/22
DESCRIPTION:Aaron O’Hara as Bottom & James Stewart (Jasmine Marie Rose) as Titania \nDonkey head by Nancy Scharbach. \n  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \nApril 7\, 2022 \n  \nA MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM IN PRISON \n  \nThe Open Road also has some VERY EXCITING NEWS!!! “A Midsummer Night’s Dream in Prison\,” a film by Bushra Azzouz\, will have its World Premiere on Sunday\, August 7th\, at 6 p.m.\, at the Cinema 21 movie theater in Portland\, Oregon. Click on this link to watch the trailer and buy your tickets!: \n  \nhttps://www.cinema21.com/movie/a-midsummer-nights-dream-in-prison \n  \nApril is of course National Poetry Month (https://poets.org/national-poetry-month)\, and around the 23rd of the month the Open Road likes to celebrate WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE’S BIRTHDAY \n  \n  \n (https://openroadpdx.com/event/peace-love-happiness-newsletter-4-23-4-29/).  \n  \n(WARNING!: this BARD’S BIRTHDAY ISSUE of peace\, love\, happiness & understanding is chock full o’ links! Endless hours of fun for the whole family!) \n  \nOn April 24th\, for our Bibliophiles Unanimous! Zoom gathering\, legendary actor-director-writer-scholar KEITH SCALES gave a reading:  OF STRANGE SHADOWS: THE MYSTERIES OF SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS. A lively discussion ensued.  \n  \nIn July of 2006\, I started a weekly Dialogue Group at Two Rivers prison\, in Umatilla\, Oregon—“The Stories We Tell Ourselves: How Our Thinking Shapes Our Lives.” I would leave the prison feeling exhilarated\, with a sense that what we were doing together was profound\, even sacred. After two years\, one of the men who was serving a life sentence asked me if I would do a play with them. In 2008\, we did “Hamlet.” It was the first time that inmates in an Oregon prison had performed a play by Shakespeare. \n  \nTwo years later\, we did “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” Nancy Scharbach borrowed costumes from Portland Opera\, and made the props\, including a magnificent ass head for Bottom. Our dear friend Bushra Azzouz had the idea of making a documentary film about the project. She was given permission to bring a film crew to the prison eight times. She filmed interviews with each of the actors\, group dialogues on subjects like “Love” and “Dreams\,” as well as rehearsals and public performances. \n  \nSadly\, Bushra passed away three years ago\, on June 13\, 2019. Before she died\, she assembled a team of people to make sure the film would get finished\, including Enie Vaisburd\, who is the Supervising Editor. The editing of the film is now finished. After getting sound and color correction\, it will be ready to be released. \n  \nMany people contributed financially and in other ways to the film. A special thank you goes to Ronni Lacroute\, who gave us a very generous donation\, which has allowed us to finish the film. And\, as always\, a big big thank you to Jerry\, Donna\, Marsha\, Chris and Jordon Smith\, without whom none of the prison dialogues or plays would have ever happened. \n  \nThe Portland Premiere of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream in Prison” will be a glorious event! Lovers of Bushra will be there in abundance—her husband Andy Larkin\, members of her extended family from all over the globe\, her close friends\, her film students\, members of the Portland film community\, people who came to see the play\, and of course actors who were in the play and who are in the film\, along with their loved ones. We will enjoy two great works of Art—one by William Shakespeare and one by Bushra Azzouz. Not to be missed! \n  \nFor Nancy and me\, doing the Shakespeare plays in prison has been one of the richest experiences in our lives. We did “Hamlet” in 2008\, “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” in 2010\, followed by “Twelfth Night\,” “Twelve Angry Men” (not by Shakespeare)\, “King Lear” and “A Winter’s Tale.” We did all this under the aegis of our nonprofit organization\, Open Hearts Open Minds (http://openheartsopenminds.net). \n  \nIn 2015\, I decided that I would just be going out to the Umatilla prison once a month\, instead of once a week. (It’s a six-hour drive\, round trip.) I thought that would be the end of the theater projects at Two Rivers prison. To my surprise\, my decision caused Open Hearts Open Minds to grow. Friends stepped forward to become prison volunteers and to keep the Dialogue Group going on a weekly basis. Deborah Buchanan\, Bill Faricy\, Jude Russell\, Dick Willis\, Kristen Sagan\, Nancy Scharbach\, Katie Radditz and Bushra Azzouz kept that program going. Carla Grant and Don Kern started a theater program at the women’s prison in Wilsonville\, Coffee Creek. We started an Arts Program and a Music Program at Columbia River Prison in Portland. In 2015\, I co-directed a production of “Hamlet” with Anna Crandall\, Patrick Walsh\, Victoria Spencer and Todd Oleson. Anna\, Patrick and Victoria went on to direct “Metamorphoses” by Mary Zimmerman and “The Tempest” by Shakespeare. Todd Oleson directed “A Christmas Carol.” Jake Merriman is now in charge of the Theatre Program at Two Rivers prison. He has\, with some collaborators\, directed “Macbeth” and “Julius Caesar.” \n  \nIn July of 2019\, I stepped down as Executive Director of Open Hearts Open Minds. Carla Grant took the helm. In September of 2019\, The Open Road (https://openroadpdx.com) adventure began. \n  \nYou might be surprised to learn that there is such a thing as a Shakespeare in Prisons Conference. The Bard himself might be astonished by this\, by the number of books that have been written about him and the frequency with which his plays are performed all over the world—400 years after his death. Plays are transitory things. Evidence suggests that he hoped for immortality as a poet\, but the idea of  being a famous playwright could have seemed as far-fetched as becoming a famous wheelwright or shipwright. \n  \nNikos Kazantakis\, author of Zorba the Greek\, travelled to England and wrote a book about his impressions. In the long chapter on Shakespeare\, he says: \n  \nAn infinite spirit\, from the depths of hell to the summit of Paradise. If the whole of humanity was to send a single representative to speak for its rights before God\, it would send him. He is also the only one who could represent our planet at some giant interplanetary conference. No one ever used human speech with such power and at the same time such sweetness as Shakespeare\, with such harshness and at the same time such melody and so magical an aura. \n  \n–from England: A travel journal by Nikos Kazantzakis\, p. 261 \n  \nWhen I directed my first play in prison\, I knew of one other person who had done that—Curt Tofteland. Curt was Artistic Director of Kentucky Shakespeare. I knew of him from the film “Shakespeare Behind Bars” (https://www.kanopy.com/en/multcolib/video/268952)\, a documentary film about a production of “The Tempest” that he directed at Luther Luckett prison in Kentucky. I had gone out to see his production of “Measure for Measure\,” and later Nancy and I had the good fortune to see the last performance of “Julius Caesar”—the last play he directed there. After the show\, in the prison\, there was a giant Love-In. I was an emotional wreck at the end of that. It was clear that all the actors loved him SO MUCH\, and that he loved them. \n  \nCurt lives in Michigan now\, and is as busy as ever with his nonprofit organization\, Shakespeare Behind Bars (https://shakespearebehindbars.org). Curt co-founded the Shakespeare in Prisons Conferences and the Shakespeare in Prisons Network in 20012\, along with Scott Jackson and Dr. Peter Holland of the University of Notre Dame (https://shakespeare.nd.edu/service/shakespeare-in-prisons/). Here’s a link to one of Curt’s powerful TEDx talks:  \n  \nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBMcB6kboLA&t=207s \n  \nBy doing programs in Oregon prisons\, I’ve met many wonderful people who live\, or used to live in prison\, and made many friends for life. Over these past fifteen years\, I’ve also met a lot of beautiful people who\, like Curt Tofteland\, have spent a lot of time doing programs with women and men in prison\, here and around the world—including everyone who has volunteered with Open Hearts Open Minds\, and Lavon Starr-Meyers\, who supervised our programs at Two Rivers prison. I’d like to introduce you to a few far flung members of my prison family: Zeina Daccache\, Ashley Lucas\, Lesley Currier\, Alokananda Roy and Stratis Panourios. (There are more\, but this is probably enough for now.) \n  \nIn 2012\, when we were rehearsing “Twelve Angry Men” at Two Rivers prison\, Bushra said she had heard about a film called “12 Angry Lebanese.” I ordered a DVD of the film from CATHARSIS—Lebanese Center for Drama Therapy (http://www.catharsislcdt.org & https://www.facebook.com/search/top) and watched it. Zeina Daccache had directed a production of “12 Angry Men” at Roumieh prison\, and made a fantastic documentary film about it. I invited her to come see our production in Oregon. She did. We became great friends. She’s made more films since then. To learn more about this amazing woman and the work she has done\, here is a link to a TED talk she gave: \n  \nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tf5akVvHhx4 \n  \nI met Ashley Lucas at the first Shakespeare in Prisons Conference\, at the University of Notre Dame. She was Director of Prison Creative Arts Project (PCAP)\, affiliated with the University of Michigan—the largest Prison Arts organization on Planet Earth. When she was doing research for her book Prison Theatre and the Global Crisis of Incarceration\, she came to see our production of “The Winter’s Tale\,” and interviewed the actors on the day after the final performance. In the first chapter of her book\, she wrote at length about the love which was so much in evidence on the closing night of the play. In a previous issue of “peace\, love\, happiness & understanding” I wrote about Ashley and her book \n  \n  \n (https://openroadpdx.com/event/peace-love-happiness-understanding-9-3-20/). \n  \nI was on a panel with Lesley Currier at the first Shakespeare in Prisons Conference in 2013. She is Artistic Director of Marin Shakespeare Company. At San Quentin prison\, she and her company have produced many many Shakespeare plays\, and original “devised” theatre performances\, based on themes from the plays. Here’s a link to Kimani’s “Parallel Play Piece” from September 7\, 2012: \n  \nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWgZNwLuks0 \n  \nThe Marin Shakespeare Company has an extensive archive of performances from San Quentin on their website (https://www.marinshakespeare.org). \n  \nAt the third Shakespeare in Prisons Conference in San Diego in 2018\, I had the extreme good fortune to get a darshan from the Goddess Saraswati\, who has incarnated in the form of Alokananda Roy. She has produced dance-theatre productions in prisons in India. The performers were able to get out of prison to take their shows on tour to theaters in cities around India. Here’s a link to the moving story of her “Love Therapy”: \n  \nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OspzzO7gAiw&t=1186s \n  \nHad enough links yet? Wait! There’s one more! Early last year the fourth Shakespeare in Prisons Conference hosted Stratis Panourios\, from Athens. Here’s a link to a TED talk by him\, which eloquently tells the story of his experience directing Shakespeare’s “Tempest” in a prison in Greece: \n  \nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9zMZaUUW_Xs&t=91s \n  \nI want to close this BARD’S BIRTHDAY ISSUE of “peace\, love\, happiness & understanding” with a few notes about books and films about Shakespeare and his plays. \n  \nMy all-time favorite book about Shakespeare is Shakespeare and the Goddess of Complete Being by Ted Hughes. It’s utterly unlike all the thousands of other books about William Shakespeare. He explores the mythic dimension of Shakespeare’s life and art. It’s the best account I know of Shakespeare’s inner life. I’ve read and re-read it many times. When I get to the end\, I start at the beginning again. \n  \nSome other favorites include Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human and Hamlet: Poem Unlimited by Harold Bloom. A great book about “Macbeth” is Garry Wills’ Witches and Jesuits. James Shapiro’s books are excellent: A Year in the Life of William Shakespeare: 1599\, The Year of Lear: Shakespeare in 1606\, and Shakespeare in a Divided America. For theater makers\, Michael Pennington’s “User’s Guides” to “Hamlet\,” “Twelfth Night” and “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” are indispensable. His book Sweet William: Twenty Thousand Hours with Shakespeare is a treasure trove for actors and directors. \n  \nAs for films\, Akira Kurosawa’s 1985 film “Ran\,” based on “King Lear\,” is the all-time masterpiece. He might have started a trend toward much better film adaptations of Shakespeare’s plays. Kenneth Branagh’s 1993 “Much Ado About Nothing” is a sparkling example. Baz Luhrmann’s imaginative “Romeo + Juliet\,” with Leonardo DiCaprio and Clare Danes in the title roles\, is highly entertaining. Those who prefer a more traditional staging may prefer Franco Zeffirelli’s gorgeous 1968 film\, with Olivia Hussey as Juliet. I had the good fortune to see Adrian Lester play the part of Hamlet in Peter Brook’s production. Best Hamlet ever (according to me)! The play was filmed\, and is available on DVD\, but the live performance is so vivid in my imagination\, that I find the film performance disappointing by comparison. Still\, it might be the most brilliant Hamlet performance on film. Mark Rylance played the Duke in the Shakespeare’s Globe production of “Measure for Measure.” If you are intrepid\, you can find it on DVD. \n  \nWell\, that’s about it for now.  \n  \nHappy Birthday\, Will!  \n  \nGetting to see your plays and read your plays and direct them and play some of the astonishing characters you created\, including Hamlet\, Lear\, Edgar\, Feste\, Ophelia\, Cordelia\, and two of the three Weird Sisters\, has greatly enriched my life. In closing\, let’s imagine that we are the Singer and our Beloved Bard is the object of our song: \n  \n  \nWhen\, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes\, \nI all alone beweep my outcast state\, \nAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries\, \nAnd look upon myself and curse my fate\, \nWishing me like to one more rich in hope\, \nFeatured like him\, like him with friends possessed\, \nDesiring this man’s art and that man’s scope\, \nWith what I most enjoy contented least; \nYet in these thoughts myself almost despising\, \nHaply I think on thee\, and then my state\, \n(Like to the lark at break of day arising) \nFrom sullen earth sings hymns at heaven’s gate; \n       For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings \n       That then I scorn to change my state with kings. \n  \n–William Shakespeare\, Sonnet 29 \n  \n  \n  \npeace\, love & poetry \n  \nJohnny
URL:https://openroadpdx.com/event/peace-love-happiness-understanding-4-21-22/
ATTACH;FMTTYPE=image/jpeg:https://openroadpdx.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/DSC_7307-donkey-titania1-cropped-2-2.jpg
END:VEVENT
BEGIN:VEVENT
DTSTART;TZID=America/Los_Angeles:20220424T150000
DTEND;TZID=America/Los_Angeles:20220424T170000
DTSTAMP:20260427T014246
CREATED:20220417T175801Z
LAST-MODIFIED:20220423T001001Z
UID:2722-1650812400-1650819600@openroadpdx.com
SUMMARY:Bibliophiles Unanimous!  4/24/22
DESCRIPTION:Keith Scales \n  \n  \nSunday\, April 24th\, Bibliophiles Unanimous! will be a SPECIAL EVENT!  \n  \nWe will celebrate William Shakespeare’s Birthday with legendary actor\, director\, writer & scholar Keith Scales giving a reading: OF STRANGE SHADOWS: THE MYSTERIES OF SHAKESPEARE’S SONNETS. The Zoom gathering starts at 3 pm (PDT). Here’s the link: \n\n \n\nhttps://us02web.zoom.us/j/87614013058 \n\n\n\n\nDON’T MISS THIS!\n\n \npeace & love\n\nJohnny
URL:https://openroadpdx.com/event/bibliophiles-unanimous-4-24-22/
ATTACH;FMTTYPE=image/jpeg:https://openroadpdx.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/0-10.jpeg
END:VEVENT
END:VCALENDAR