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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  7/7/22
DESCRIPTION:Bryan Joyner \n  \n  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \n  \nJuly 7\, 2022 \n  \n(Note to readers: peace\, love\, happiness & understanding is going to be coming out on the first Thursday of every month\, instead of every other Thursday.) \n   \nI met Bryan Joyner at Columbia River Correctional Institution (CRCI)\, in Portland. He came regularly to the weekly “Arts in Prison” group that I facilitated there for a number of years\, through Open Hearts Open Minds (openheartsopenminds.net). He also was an enthusiastic participant in the Music Program that Matt Insley and I started there\, along with Mark Mojdehi and Patrick Seraya. The OHOM’s Music Program is still going strong\, under the guidance of Nate Query\, who is the bass player for the Decemberists. Bryan got out of prison in May of 202O. In cooperation with Superintendant James Hanley at CRCI\, Nate\, Taiyah Marshal and David Pettinger did an extensive interview with Bryan\, which is on YouTube. With Bryan’s permission\, I have transcribed and edited a portion of the interview\, especially for our friends in prison who don’t have access to the Internet. \n  \n  \nInterview With Bryan Joyner \n  \nBryan Joyner.  ….I like authentic music that sounds like itself. I don’t like copycatters\, or people that mimic\, and stuff. I stick to the originals—people that I think have good lifetime in their music\, and make good music that I can relate to. I also listen to a lot of R & B\, a lot of Soul Music\, a lot of Seventies and Eighties. Those are my primary “go to” music to listen to. Gangsta Rap\, that hardcore street stuff\, kind of amplifies some of my negative anti-social behaviors that I don’t agree with anymore. So I don’t like to listen to that stuff\, because that’s what it’s promoting. Whereas\, R & B really makes you get in touch with that other side of yourself—it makes you really realize that love is important—more important than any of this other stuff. And that helps me with my personal point of view. So\, when I’m comin’ at a rhyme\, no matter what it’s about my personal point of view\, I like to be calm. I want to be calm and I want to be grounded. I want to come at it understanding that people are going to listen to this; how is that gonna affect them? That’s important to me\, as far as my presence\, my presentation. \n  \nDavid Pettinger.  That’s really beautiful to hear.  When you talk about love and things like that—when do you find yourself looking for those moments of growth? And seeing that love can be healing? When do you look for it\, and how do you reach levels of personal growth? \n  \nBryan.  Uh\, pain. Pain. When you see pain\, love needs to be administered. When you see suffering\, when you see pain. And pain can be interpreted on the external differently than from the internal. A lot of people can deal with a lot of pain\, can cope—or not necessarily cope well—with a lot of pain. But if you can recognize that someone else is in pain\, then you know that love is needed in that area\, for that person. It probably is just as much needed for yourself in that area\, as well. Self first. So\, if you see pain and then you feel it\, you can empathize with it\, and you can recognize it. That is an area in yourself that you need love at\, too. So\, I think that’s how I recognize it. \n  \nI think by healing the pain in yourself\, you involuntarily give people the permission to heal themselves as well—through the example of how the process works\, and trusting in the process of healing. Because healing don’t happen like a snap of a finger. Man\, it doesn’t. The pain still is there even after you heal. It’s just about really accepting that you can’t change it. And once you can do that\, the process can begin. \n  \nTaiyah Marshal.  I think you touched on something that I think most people just walkin’ around in the world need to tap into\, which is empathy—having real empathy for those who had various different experiences. It’s incredible how disconnected people can be nowadays. You have obviously gone through a lot. How have you reconnected and rounded yourself out? With writing? You say you’re not making music right now. You’re focusing on getting yourself together\, which is completely understandable. How do you tap into that? \n  \nBryan.  Uh\, narcissism is a big aspect of the disconnection that the world is experiencing now. Being in love with things and feelings and thoughts\, versus people. And yourself. The narcissist doesn’t feel what other people feel\, because they’re distracted with their own ego\, and creating a version of themselves that is beyond reality. And it’s just psychological. We all suffer from it\, we all deal with it to a certain extent\, because it’s part of the culture to be self-serving and to be the king in my house. It’s mine. It’s mine\, it’s mine\, it’s mine. Feeling empathy for another person is something that is a natural ability. It’s like breathing. Okay? It is breathing. When we were children we had no other ability than to empathize\, and then cry. The only way a child can protect themselves is through the sense of empathy\, through the sense of feeling\, and hearing\, and sensing danger. ‘Cause there’s no other defense mechanism that a child has. They don’t have claws. They don’t have sharp teeth. They can’t run fast. They’re not that smart. Y’know? There’s no way for them to defend themselves\, except preemptively through empathy. They sense danger\, or they sense safety\, or they sense love.  \n  \nWhen you grow up in a world where everything is dangerous\, or is perceived to be dangerous\, you lose a sense of empathy and feelin’ things out\, and you become more psychological—where things become labels. People become constructs to manipulate like a chess piece\, like a pawn. And this is the type of behavior that is actually encouraged in our society from day one. Honestly. We’re living in a technological world where people don’t have to even see you to talk to you. Look at this! We ain’t even around each other\, havin’ a whole conversation. The disconnect is part of the structure of society that we live in. So\, honestly\, in some way we’re ordered to be a narcissist\, that dog-eat-dog mentality. “I gotta get mine\, even if I gotta take it from you.” These kind of traits are encouraged.  \n  \nAnd loving traits are presented as being weak. Like\, lame. A victim\, y’know. You’re a victim if you care. If you help the old lady across the street. I have always had a sense of empathy\, but once my personality took over\, I was disconnected as well. And being incarcerated\, it was like I was in a bubble. I realized that I am only gonna be able to eat what is in this bubble. So I started reading. I started meditating. I started praying. And what happened was I opened myself up. I opened up my heart chakra by doin’ that. My heart chakra was open and it still is\, to the point where now those things that I used to purposely ignore—the pain from other people\, the suffering—I started to let it in my bubble. And I started to realize there’s a connection we have with everyone that is intrinsic. It’s natural. It’s the same thing as the air that we breathe. We’re all breathin’ the same air. It’s the same. When the sun hits your skin and it hits mine\, we’re both warm. ‘Cause that’s what the sun does. And empathy does that. It’s like a connecting bond that’s invisible. And so\, it’s easy to take for granted because we live in a material world and we praise that materialism\, and it creates a sickness of self-importance\, self-grandiosity\, selfishness\, self-centeredness—that the world revolves around me. And that is a complete disconnect from what’s actually happening\, which is that we all need each other—that the love that I feel for you is the love that I actually have for myself. And that’s why I’m reflecting it off of you. So I think that empathy is very important\, and what I had to do personally to tap into that was to really take a look at myself\, and how I was connecting with people. And I wasn’t connecting with people. I’m a know-it-all. And my personality was in full effect all the time. It’s like an alternate ego. It is an alternate. The ego is alternate from the self. You know what I mean? Bein’ my true self at this point of time in my life…I’m 41. I’ve basically been an egomaniac for 20 of those years—tryin’ to create this version of myself that was strong enough to live in this society. I survived. It did its job\, and now it’s time to go home and allow God to point me in a direction\, to show me the path. Period. \n  \nTaiyah.  First of all\, I just want to commend you for all that self-awareness and self- growth\, to be able to identify that and work on yourself is not an easy thing. You have to kill that ego. And I wish you the best on your journey. \n  \nBryan.  Thank you very much.   \n  \nDavid.  One thing I was curious about is which sources of literature did you find to be the most helpful? \n  \nBryan.  Oh\, my gosh\, I’m glad that you asked me that. This is somethin’ I’ll share for everyone\, and this is somethin’\, I’m tellin’ you bro\, is gonna open you up. Check this out. One of the most inspirational and perception-altering books that I’ve ever read was My Ishmael by Daniel Quinn. He also wrote a book called Ishmael. And these two books together changed my life. Like\, there’s a life before you read the book\, and a life after you read the book. Those two books completely messed me up. It had broke down the mental constructs I had in my mind about what this world is\, and what is intended. Another book that I read that was perspective and mind-altering was A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle. He has another one called The Power of Now. They’re basically the same book\, but one gives you the narrative\, without anything—just gives it to you raw. And the other one is coming from a perspective of someone that’s unconscious\, asking questions\, and then the questions being answered by Eckhart Tolle. The material is pretty much the same thing\, but if you’re one of those kind of people that have questions\, The Power of Now is more for you\, and if you’re someone that has already started the journey A New Earth would be easier to read. So\, those four books were entirely transformative for me. The last book I will give you is The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. That story is about me. I can literally break down the chapters and the pages where…I’m tellin’ you\, this guy is tellin’ my story\, in a metaphorical way. And right now\, just to compare that story\, I’m at the end\, in Egypt\, gettin’ my ass beat by some guys who are tellin’ me that I’m a fool for bein’ out here lookin’ for a treasure. Right? And what I found was\, the treasure is in me. Okay? That’s the metaphor of all that is that you already have the treasure inside of you. And that just changed the way that I look at everything. Those authors will be the people that I want to talk to personally\, and just thank them for their expression in this world full of evil and hate and misery and suffering. Those are the gems that make life worth livin’ for me. And inside my little bubble\, man\, I just knew that there was a God. I just knew. If there were any doubts in my mind\, there are none now at all. And my ego is in full effect\, pushing everything away from me\, only wanting what it wants\, when it wants it\, how I want it. And you can’t live like that and be at peace. You can’t just use people. You will never be at peace\, ‘cause you gotta do the next thing to keep the manipulation goin’. You’ll never be able to rest\, your soul will never rest. So bein’ in that state of constant high vigilance and constant alert\, it is exhausting. It’s exhausting. Those are the books that really inspired me. Another person that inspires me is Prince. Rest in peace\, The Prince. Shout out for Prince. That man was a genius! He was a genius. He had it. He knew some of the secrets to life. He knew. And I watch documentaries of him and it just blows my mind—the poise\, the knowing that he has. The confidence in knowing those secrets. It just exudes from him in his aura. It’s beautiful. I hope that answers your question. (Laughs.) \n  \nDavid.  In talking about The Alchemist\, it sounds like you feel very seen in that artwork. Is that something that you try to convey to other people through your music or different forms of expression? \n  \nBryan.  Yes and no. There’s a side of me that doesn’t care what people think. I write the music that I like. But then there’s a technical side of me where it’s like: “Okay\, what if somebody else listens to this?” Some of the messages that I implant in my music are personal\, but I’m sayin’ it in a way where somebody else can pick it up\, if they were interested. You can lead a horse to the water\, but you can’t make him drink. And so I put water in it\, but I don’t put the cup in there. \n  \nDavid.  I definitely really respect that approach to things. You’re telling your story\, there are pieces for someone that should they so see fit to find out for themselves\, they can. \n  \nBryan.  Yeah. Absolutely. LOVE\, as an acronym\, is Letting Others Voluntarily Evolve. That’s the greatest kind of love that you can give a person is not to do it for them\, but to allow them to figure it out on their own. And just be there for them when they fall down. Don’t try to prevent their experience. Like a little kid—if you don’t let them fall off their bike\, they won’t grow up to buy a Lamborghini. Or a Buick. Whatever. Whichever they want to go for. But you can’t stop them from having that experience of falling off the bike because they need it in order to grow. And so\, lovin’ someone sometimes is seein’ them feel pain\, and empathizing with them\, listening to what they have to say\, being around them in a physical way\, where you can put your arm around them. Not tellin’ them what to do\, or doin’ it for them\, or givin’ them the money that they need. It’s just really about just bein’ there\, and feelin’ what they feel\, and allowing them to release some of that\, knowing that they connected with another person. And that’s what a narcissist will not do. They will not do that. As soon as they feel something they don’t want to feel—pheew!\, they’re gone. It’s very important to feel those feelings with that person\, and allow bein’ there for them to be how you love ‘em. Empathy is very important\, and it’s comin’ back in style. I’m tellin’ ya! We just gotta keep on doin’ it. It’s gonna come back in style. It’s gonna be jazzy again. \n  \nTaiyah  ….What was the creative process able to look like while you were in? \n  \nBryan.  ….They had the Music Program. That’s where I met Nate at. And Nate brought in  his bass guitar\, and they would play the tunes\, and we would just make up…it would just be like freestyle\, on the fly\, whatever come up\, however your vibe is feelin’. And\, y’know\, I really connected with Nate\, because he’s just sincere. I mean\, it is what it is\, and he’s just authentic and genuine. He doesn’t say much\, but when he’s talkin’ he means it. That was something that I picked up instantly. We were able\, on a musical vibe\, to get to know each other very fast. There’s still a lot I need to learn about him as friends\, but this guy—there’s some things he ain’t got to say that I know. (Laughs.) Nate is amazing! You know what I mean? And I always respected how he found the time to volunteer and bring himself in\, his vibe\, y’know\, his love. Bring in love. That’s basically what it was. And he was showin’ love and he was showin’ a sense of empathy\, and not only feelin’ what we felt\, but allowing us to feel what he felt. That was the most awesome part of it all—was the receiving of genuine love. That was how I perceived it at the time\, and it really was something that I looked forward to every Monday morning\, early. That was a really good experience for me being incarcerated—to have that outlet. That outlet. Outlet. Out let. In a prison\, which is captive\, to have an outlet makes all of the difference of the experience of being incarcerated. Having that outlet. That was the best part. So\, even though I don’t do music in prison\, at that point in time I was doin’ music in prison. It was happenin’. I was just as sharp\, I was just as good. Maybe the content was a little lacking\, because of the confinement mentality. Sometimes that can happen in prison. But all of the swag was there\, the flow was there\, it was all good. You run out of things to talk about sometimes\, but if you’re bein’ honest\, you don’t run out of things to talk about. And live instruments\, for me—it’s like havin’ a conversation. And if you’re bein’ honest\, you can talk about it. If you gotta make it up\, and you gotta think about it—there’s a difference in that. The writing process in prison versus out of prison is completely different. It’s more restrictive in prison. It’s more limited\, as far as influence and subject matter. But it’s pretty much the same as long as you’re being honest. \n  \n….Prison is a business. Okay? It’s a business. They’re not in the business of rehabilitation. They’re in the business of storage. So\, to not rehabilitate somebody is a definite flip—in money. You flip that money if that person goes back out and does the same thing again. That money just got flipped. Okay. You lose money in this business if someone heals themselves. So\, the promotion of healing in any kind of way\, creatively or cognitively\, is very important. It’s crucial\, ‘cause not only does the person suffer\, the community suffers as well. And we’re only as healthy as our sickest part of our community. People on the outside can point their finger and say “those people are bad\,” while they steal from their job every day and get away with it. “Ah\, look at those guys. He’s such and animal.” And she’s cheatin’ on her husband. Prison gives a place where people can point the finger and feel good about themselves that they’re not there\, because they don’t do “those” things. But we’re all connected. So these types of programs\, whether it be music\, art\, poetry\, comedy\, business planning—all of these things are healing tools and they need to be administered to prisons. ‘Cause it’s basically sick in there. \n  \nDavid.  I really appreciate that answer….Are there more things we could be doing to push Columbia River? \n  \nBryan.  Stuff like this. Talkin’ to people that were there\, gaining true insight into the mentality of the participants\, broadcasting it\, getting the footage and showing the community what this is and getting the community support out in any kind of way\, shape or form—from any venue\, any merchant\, any citizen that is willing to participate and support it. Find the guys that were in the program and keep in touch with them. If they have the talent\, if they have the skills\, if they have the desire to better themselves\, keep in touch with them. Pull them into the programs that are facilitating these type of things. Eventually\, I want to get permission to come back in. And once I come back in\, boy\, I’m down to earth. We’re gonna make this happen. If you’re really about that\, I will be able to tell by your energy\, by your vibe. I’m gonna be feelin’ you\, and I’m gonna understand where you’re at\, where you’re comin’ from and\, if there’s somethin’ there\, where you’re goin’. I’m gonna be able to understand that\, and I want to. A lot of the young brothers looked up to me because of my consistency—the fact that I was consistent\, that I wasn’t making up stories\, that it was always like this with me. I would love to participate and join the movement. For real. And I’m still part of the movement. I haven’t been back to prison since. I got myself together. I’ve been on a spiritual journey of really detaching from my past. Attachments! And freeing myself psychologically and emotionally\, so that my spirit can grow.  \n  \nA lot of these guys are on that journey and have no clue. They just have no insight\, or anything to reflect off that that’s what they’re going through. All that they know is that they love music and when they do it they feel free. (Laughs.) That’s all that they know\, so they show up. And that’s the beginning. That’s the beginning of being in connection with God. When you do the thing that you love to do\, you fall into a state of prayer\, a state of connection with God. Because there’s nothin’ else happenin’. The past doesn’t exist. The future is not there. You’re just locked into now—the moment of. And in that moment you are being your true self. There’s no ego there. There’s no constructs. There’s no sense of time. You ain’t worried about no bills. Nothin’ else is happening. And that is like meditation. Music can be a meditative practice.  \n  \nShare with the community. Allow people to experience these individuals that have important places in our society that they’re not allowed…they’re not bein’ able to hone that skill\, that inner peace\, that sense of worth in themselves. And when someone is interested in what you say: “Hey\, we want to give you an interview. We wanna hear what you have to say.” Even for me. I was like\, “For real? You care? You wanna know? What? Me? Me? You wanna know what I think? Wow!” And to be incarcerated\, and have that same type of privilege—that person will walk with their head up high. They’ll know that they have something that they’re connected to\, that they can do good\, that will ultimately give them a sense of self-worth\, of self-importance\, of value. It may be superficial\, in a way\, but just “in a way\,”—not really. If that person is a narcissist\, tryin’ to feed their ego\, it will be superficial. But a person that is really trying to figure out this thing called “life\,” that is like a milestone. That is like a touchdown—in a game that they were losing a hundred to zero. And to walk out of that building with at least seven points feels better than just straight getting skunked. \n  \nTaiyah.  I want to take it back to you\, because you’re on your spiritual journey. I want to hear what are some affirmations\, or practices that you do in your day-to-day\, to stay in the now\, to stay in the present\, and just amplify that positive energy. \n  \nBryan.  I would say: meditation. Meditation\, for me\, is listening—to God. It is when you let your thoughts do what they do\, and don’t hold onto them. You don’t grab one\, and turn it all around and look at it from every angle\, try and dissect it. You just kinda let it go by. And let ‘em all go by\, all of the things\, all of the clutter. It comes to a point where you don’t hear it anymore. I work every day\, and something that I always tell myself is that I gotta do it. I gotta do this for myself. I have to make sure that I’m okay. It’s my responsibility to make sure that I’m okay. And right now I’m understanding the dynamic of my ego versus my soul. And that my persona is not healthy. So\, I’ve been praying a lot. My favorite prayer is: “Thank you\, God. Thank you\, God.” It’s my favorite prayer. It seems to be the simplest prayer\, but it’s more complicated than that—for me. And when the things happen for me that I don’t want to happen\, or that I didn’t expect to happen\, or that I was tryin’ to prevent from happening\, I still say: “Thank you\, God. Thank you. Thank you\, God.” That is an affirmation for myself that has been the balancing factor in my life. And it has taken my spiritual practices at this point of time in my life and allowed them to land on something solid. Whereas\, though\, the void in my heart was…I was just trying to throw everything in there. I threw people in there! I threw my daughter in the void. I threw my girlfriend in the void. I was tryin’ to fill that sucker up with whatever I could get my hands on—whatever I could put in that void to not feel it. And then I realized that the only thing that will close the void is God. That’s the only thing that can fit in there and completely take it away. And that’s an affirmation. Only God can heal me. Only God can fulfill me. Only God can complete me. Only God can make me whole again. Those are affirmations that I believe in\, and I say to myself\, periodically throughout the day\, that allow me to re-calibrate\, to re-focus\, to get back in accordance. Sometimes I’ll be in lapse\, and don’t even know it. I’ll be complaining. I’ll be disgruntled—“Man\, who do you think…? Why would they do that?”—kind of attitude. And then I gotta take a step back and say: “Whoa. Thank you\, God. Just thank you for lettin’ this happen. This is a ‘you’ thing\, not a ‘me’ thing.” And it allows me to let go of psychological\, egotistical\, narcissistic control of trying to make things what I want them to be versus what they are—and what they will be\, naturally.  \n  \nFor example\, I’m at a homeless shelter\, and I’m on the bottom bunk\, and this other guy needs the bottom bunk. Now\, I’m six-two\, two hundred and forty pounds; what the hell I look like climbing up a goddam bunk on the top? Right? But this guy needed it. And so\, instead of me complaining and manipulating the situation to where I keep the bottom bunk\, I just said\, “You know what? Let him have it.” Y’know? “Thank you\, God. Thank you God for whatever this is about. Thank you.” And I was able to let that go. But\, ironically enough\, I needed to get around to a couple places because I don’t have a car\, and this guy was like\, “I’ll take you.” (Laughs.) What a coincidink! You know what I’m sayin’? But it’s not. It’s life! It’s not a reward\, it’s not special\, it’s not magic—that’s the way God works. And sometimes we block our own blessings by trying to make it what we want it to be versus what it actually is.  \n  \nSo\, writing\, meditating\, praying\, reading are daily practices. Listening to music. I love R & B and stuff like that. If there’s somethin’ new and hot\, I’m on it\, I’m lookin’ for it. My day-to-day just consists of praying\, meditating\, and focusing on the next thing to do by writing it down. And reading the literature that I need to read to understand what I need to do next—stuff like that. It’s really simple. It’s complicated to some. They just don’t want to do it. It’s hard to stay focused on one thing too long. For me\, it’s just about bein’ humble\, man\, just appreciating life for what it is right now. Going day by day and just be the best me I can be right now. And stayin’ in that energy as long as I can before that other energy pop up\, like: “What they think they lookin’ at? Who do they think they are?” I still got that in me. I think we all do at some point in time\, but for me it’s about keepin’ that guy in check. And also loving that side of myself\, so that I can heal. We got a side of ourself that we really don’t show everybody\, because we don’t like it. We keep it to ourselves. And after a while that water gets stagnant\, and the mosquitos start coming\, and it gets all infested and nasty inside of ourselves. We’re 90% water\, so we have to have a constant influx and flow of energy inside of us to go out. We have to have those outlets that mean something to us\, that are actually outlets. Because meditation might be an outlet to me\, and to the next person it’s not. But I know that meditation is definitely healthy\, that’s somethin’ I can bank on\, that’s going to be 100% good for me. You can never meditate too much. Meditating\, sitting in one spot\, letting your thoughts go by\, and tryin’ to listen to what God got to tell you. I mean\, sounds legit to me\, so that’s what I do. (Laughs.) \n  \nDavid.  That’s really beautiful to hear. I really have been enjoying this conversation. I feel like there’s a lot of things that\, as a society\, we need to hear. And I feel a lot of this is resonant to me\, like your spiritual journey. If feels very healing and good to hear—sharing all these things. \n  \nBryan.  Thank you\, guys. \n  \nNate.  Bryan\, I’m still here too\, and\, man\, I really appreciate you goin’ deep on everything you have to offer. You’ve really given me a lot to think about and I really appreciate your doing this. \n  \nBryan.  Thank you\, bro. I really appreciate you inviting me in. It’s been a pleasure. There was nothin’ that I said that I felt embarrassed about\, or apprehensive. I just told the truth. I just told you what I know. Sometimes I felt like I was going a little bit off track\, I just tried to dial it back and bring it back home. \n  \nNate.  Nah\, man\, you’re good. \n  \nBryan.  Thank you\, brother. I appreciate you\, man. \n  \n  \nThe full interview is on YouTube: \n  \n  \n \n  \n \n  \npeace & love \nJohnny
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SUMMARY:Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue  7/15/22
DESCRIPTION:photograph taken in Iceland by Kim Stafford \n  \n  \nOpen Road Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue \n  \n  July 15\, 2022 \n  \nRemember? \n  \nRemember that day \nwhen the war ended \nand you climbed \nfrom your trenches \nand we oozed \nfrom our bunkers \nleaving \ngrenades\, guns \nbullets and bayonets \nbehind? \nRemember how we \nall sang in the streets \ndanced in the fountains \ncrazy with joy? \nRemember how \nclouds lifted \nhearts rose \nhatred\, vengeance \nbitterness and rage \nfell away like \ngrave clothes? \nRemember how \nwe stood \ntall and happy \nin the morning \nlight \neyeing the world \nand one another \nwith new eyes? \nRemember how \nin that ecstasy \nwe forgot \nif ours was \na red state \nor blue \nliberal cause or \nconservative stand? \n  \nRemember \nhow easily \nwe remembered \nwho we were \nfrom whence we had come \nwhere we were going \nwhy we were here \nand what we should do? \n  \nI will never forget \nthat day \nwhen the war ended \nand trust sprouted \nand spread like \na green \nsea of grass \nacross every divide \nover every division \nuniting all \ninto one state \nof grace \nindivisible \nat peace \nunder heaven. \n  \n —Will Hornyak   July 10\, 2022 \n* \n#223  Benefit From The Positive Elements  \n  \n“If the presence of the other is refreshing and healing to you\, keep hold of this presence and nourish yourself with it. If there are negative things around you\, you can always find something that is healthy\, refreshing and healing\, and with your mindfulness you can recognize its presence in your life. \n  \nYou need to recognize that these kinds of positive elements exist and that you can benefit from their refreshing and helpful presence. If you are facing a sunset\, a marvelous spectacle\, give yourself a chance to be in touch with it. Give yourself five minutes\, breathing deeply\, and you will be truly there. Touch the beauty of nature in a deep way. That will do your body and mind a great deal of good.” — Thich Nhat Hanh \n  \nWendell Berry’s poem\, “The Peace of Wild Things” is the embodiment of this page from Your True Home\, and I speak it silently to myself each day on entering my time of meditation. \n  \nI can’t deny that I am often agitated and fearful about the world\, particularly about our country\, when I sit down to meditate. And I quietly breathe in\, and out\, and remind myself: \n  \nThe Peace of Wild Things \n  \nWhen despair for the world grows in me\nand I wake in the night at the least sound\nin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be\,\nI go and lie down where the wood drake\nrests in his beauty on the water\, and the great heron feeds.\nI come into the peace of wild things\nwho do not tax their lives with forethought\nof grief. I come into the presence of still water.\nAnd I feel above me the day-blind stars\nwaiting with their light. For a time\nI rest in the grace of the world\, and am free. \n  \n—Wendell Berry \n  \nI am so fortunate to be surrounded by beauty. I look to the north and see snow-clad Mt. Adams\, and to the south\, fleecy Mt. Hood —my two sentinels. To the east the sun rises over Surveyor’s Ridge and to the west it sets over Mt. Defiance. And above me either the “day-blind stars\, waiting with their light\,” or the visible blaze of stars in the deep and silent night sky. \n  \nWendell Berry and Thich That Hanh know the score. \n  \n—Jude Russell \n* \n  \nI read Thomas Traherne’s poem “Silence” this morning. It begins: \n  \nA quiet silent person may possess \nAll that is great or high in Blessedness. \nThe inward work is the supreme… \nA man who seemeth idle to the view \nOf others\, may the greatest business do. \n  \nLater in the poem\, he describes Adam\, in the Garden\, before the Fall: \n  \nThe first and only work he had to do\, \nWas in himself to feel his bliss\, to view \nHis sacred treasures\, to admire\, rejoice\, \nSing praises with a sweet and heavenly voice\, \nSee\, prize\, give hourly thanks within\, and love\, \nWhich is the high and only work above \nThem all. \n  \nTraherne felt that\, as a child\, he lived in that same Paradise: \n  \nA world of innocence as then was mine\, \nIn which the joys of Paradise did shine: \nAnd while I was not here I was in Heaven\, \nNot resting one\, but every\, day in seven\, \nFor ever minding with a lively sense\, \nThe universe in all its excellence. \nNo other thoughts did intervene\, to cloy\, \nDivert\, extinguish\, or eclipse my joy\, \nNo other customs\, new-found wants\, or dreams \nInvented here polluted my pure streams… \n  \nAs an adult\, by writing poems in which he gives thanks and praises to God\, who created “the universe in all its excellence\,” he could again enter the Garden of Paradise which he knew as a child: \n  \nHe was an ocean of delights from Whom \nThe living springs and golden streams did come: \nMy bosom was an ocean into which \nThey all did run. And me they did enrich. \nA vast and infinite capacity\, \nDid make my bosom like the Deity\, \nIn whose mysterious and celestial mind \nAll ages and all worlds together shin’d\, \nWho tho’ He nothing said did always reign\, \nAnd in Himself Eternity contain. \nThe world was more in me\, than I in it. \nThe King of Glory in my soul did sit\, \nAnd to Himself in me he always gave \nAll that He takes delight to see me have\, \nFor so my spirit was an endless Sphere\, \nLike God Himself\, and Heaven\, and Earth was there. \n  \n—Thomas Traherne  (1636-1674) \n  \nA quiet silent person may possess this Blessedness. It’s our birthright. \n  \n—Johnny \n* \n  \nPoems from Kim are always welcome: \n  \n          Pain & Grace \n  \nFar from here\, pain abounds— \nwar\, storm\, crime\, cruelty. \nNews freights that here to us. \nClose to home\, grace abounds— \nrain\, leaf\, birdsong\, touch. \nPoetry sends this there to them. \nThis disjunction puzzles everyone. \nUnknown beauties must be there. \nAnd here\, we have hurts in plenty. \nSo what is worth the telling? Let me \nbe the journalist of old affections. \nIn the tyrant’s prison\, may there be \n    a song. \n  \n                A Right to Rest \n  \nWhen you’re well\, it’s Up and at ’em!  \nRise and shine! Daylight in the swamp!  \nAnd there you stride into the storm of all  \nthat calls you to be the hero of action and  \naccomplishment. You’ll earn rest when  \nspent at dusk\, stumbling for home. \nBut when you’re under the weather\, it’s  \nTake it easy…Kick back…Doze. At last\, \nyour puritan self will let you be a slacker\,  \nshiftless\, a lazy bum. Now’s the time \nfor frailty\, for faltering\, when sickness  \ntakes pity on your weary soul. \n  \n                 Covid Guest \n  \nFor years you traveled in my country.  \nPeople told stories of your wanderings\,  \ncounted how many you met when they  \ncould take off the mask of reticence.  \nSome shut their doors\, shunned your  \ntouch\, but others took you in\, hosted \nyour companionship\, even grew intimate.  \nHow their breath came fast as you dazzled \nand left them utterly amazed. \nNow you come to my house\, and at last  \nwe meet. “Don’t be a stranger\,” you say\,  \noffering your hand. And I take you in. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nCongratulations to Michel Deforge\, who has now written more than 300 meditations in his journal\, inspired by Thich Nhat Hanh’s meditations in Your True Home. In our Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue what we have shared of Michel’s writings is only the tip of the iceberg. Here are some things from his June journal: \n  \nJune 6\, 2022  #299 Definition of Hell \n  \nI love Thây’s solution—compassion. Any place I go\, I will meet men and women who have created their own hell on earth. All I can do\, and need to do\, to ease their suffering is bring my compassion (from love and understanding) into his or her life—mine too! I don’t have to be the “best” or be all-compassionate.  I merely need to breathe (consciously)\, share some compassion cultivated from understanding the person before me in that moment—no history past\, or future yet to be formed: simply he and me\, in the now. Johnny is our example\, here at TRCI; it’s repeatable. \n  \nJune 23\, 2022  #309  How to Listen to the Dharma \n  \nThis could apply to any time I (and you) are listening to a talk\, a lecture\, a debate\, a sermon\, maybe even a discussion on wise and salient topics. I imagine\, even if it’s silly\, foolish\, wastrel chatter I (and you) can allow the noise to wash over and pass on through. Engaging with intellect risks trapping all sorts of ideas\, notions—pond scum\, if you will. Wholesome talk/listening can also be reviewed later and maybe bear fruit. Listen to wisdom by letting it just soak in\, without any interference or additives. Your life seeds will be better for it in the long run. \n  \nJune 26\, 2022  #310  Here to Love \n  \nThis is a simple one. Breathe\, smile\, be aware\, and love. I wonder how often and easily any of us can get into a mental mess by giving too much thought to Love: What it is/is not\, how it “works.” Maybe\, and I don’t really know from my own experience\, we simply need to breathe\, smile\, be present to the reality of now—including the object of love (self\, other\, or object not self)\, and then choose to contemplate loving thoughts toward our object of love. I think an appropriate love will arise. (Provided the contemplation was appropriate.) Of course\, another option comes to mind: Breathe\, smile and just be. Just breathe and be\, simply\, as if in mindful meditative practice. Allow life to continue\, just to observe\, without judgement\, what happens. \n  \nJune 29\, 2022  #312  None Other Than Enlightenment \n  \nAll these skills and practice come together\, as I continue practicing on my own\, to reveal a freedom from suffering and a life of “nirvana.” It’s no special secret. If I (we) do this work\, we will reap the rewards of enlightenment in all of our efforts and interactions with reality. And it all starts with deliberate breathing. \n  \nOn June 30th\, Michel wrote this: \n  \nJohnny and friends\, \n  \nI don’t know precisely when\, but I am given to believe that I will go to my first hip replacement surgery in July. I’m hoping the week following the 4th\, but I have to wait and see. At the same time\, TRCI is locking back down as infections of Covid rise. (Big sigh!) If I go “dark” you’ll know I went to the infirmary and didn’t have my writing tools to keep journalling. We’ll see. \n  \nI hope everyone is well and I will be back “on track” as soon as I am able. \n  \nTake care\, with much love and gratitude\, \n  \nMichel \n* \n  \nKatie says:  \n  \nWhile I was typing this up I was doing meditation with the Shambhala sanghas in New York and Ukraine\, and one person read Thay’s poem “Please Call Me by My True Names.” \n  \nSo magical this life. \n  \nAda Limón – born 1976 – has just been named the new Poet Laureate of the United States. We need her poems today; so glad to share them.   \n  \n“Right now\, so often we are going numb to grief and numb to tragedy and numb to crisis\,” Limón said. “Poetry is a way back in\, to recognizing that we are feeling human beings. And feeling grief and feeling trauma can actually allow us to feel joy again.” \n  \nHere are a few of my favorites of her poems –  \n  \nA New National Anthem \n  \nThe truth is\, I’ve never cared for the National \nAnthem. If you think about it\, it’s not a good \nsong. Too high for most of us with “the rockets \nred glare” and then there are the bombs. \n(Always\, always\, there is war and bombs.) \nOnce\, I sang it at homecoming and threw \neven the tenacious high school band off key. \nBut the song didn’t mean anything\, just a call \nto the field\, something to get through before \nthe pummeling of youth. And what of the stanzas \nwe never sing\, the third that mentions “no refuge \ncould save the hireling and the slave”? Perhaps\, \nthe truth is\, every song of this country \nhas an unsung third stanza\, something brutal \nsnaking underneath us as we blindly sing \nthe high notes with a beer sloshing in the stands \nhoping our team wins. Don’t get me wrong\, I do \nlike the flag\, how it undulates in the wind \nlike water\, elemental\, and best when it’s humbled\, \nbrought to its knees\, clung to by someone who \nhas lost everything\, when it’s not a weapon\, \nwhen it flickers\, when it folds up so perfectly \nyou can keep it until it’s needed\, until you can \nlove it again\, until the song in your mouth feels \nlike sustenance\, a song where the notes are sung \nby even the ageless woods\, the short-grass plains\, \nthe Red River Gorge\, the fistful of land left \nunpoisoned\, that song that’s our birthright\, \nthat’s sung in silence when it’s too hard to go on\, \nthat sounds like someone’s rough fingers weaving \ninto another’s\, that sounds like a match being lit \nin an endless cave\, the song that says my bones \nare your bones\, and your bones are my bones\, \nand isn’t that enough? \n  \nThe Raincoat \n  \nWhen the doctor suggested surgery\nand a brace for all my youngest years\,\nmy parents scrambled to take me\nto massage therapy\, deep tissue work\,\nosteopathy\, and soon my crooked spine\nunspooled a bit\, I could breathe again\,\nand move more in a body unclouded\nby pain. My mom would tell me to sing\nsongs to her the whole forty-five minute\ndrive to Middle Two Rock Road and forty-\nfive minutes back from physical therapy.\nShe’d say\, even my voice sounded unfettered\nby my spine afterward. So I sang and sang\,\nbecause I thought she liked it. I never\nasked her what she gave up to drive me\,\nor how her day was before this chore. Today\,\nat her age\, I was driving myself home from yet\nanother spine appointment\, singing along\nto some maudlin but solid song on the radio\,\nand I saw a mom take her raincoat off\nand give it to her young daughter when\na storm took over the afternoon. My god\,\nI thought\, my whole life I’ve been under her\nraincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel\nthat I never got wet. \n  \nBurying Beetle \n  \nI like to imagine even the plants\nwant attention\, so I weed for four\nhours straight\, assuring the tomatoes\nfeel July’s hot breath on the neck\,\nthe Japanese maple can stretch\,\nthe sweet potatoes\, spider plants\,\nthe Asiatic lilies can flourish in this\nplace we’ve dared to say we “own.”\nEach nicked spindle of morning glory\nor kudzu or purslane or yellow rocket\n(Barbarea vulgaris\, for Christ’s sake)\,\nand I find myself missing everyone I know.\nI don’t know why. First come the piles\nof nutsedge and creeper and then an\nache that fills the skin like the Cercospora\nblight that’s killing the blue skyrocket juniper\nslowly from the inside out. Sure\, I know\nwhat it is to be lonely\, but today’s special\nis a physical need to be touched by someone\ndecent\, a pulsing palm to the back. My man\nis in South Africa still\, and people just keep\ndying even when I try to pretend they’re\nnot. The crown vetch and the curly dock\nare almost eliminated as I survey the neatness\nof my work. I don’t feel I deserve this time\,\nor the small plot of earth I get to mold into\nsomeplace livable. I lost God awhile ago.\nAnd I don’t want to pray\, but I can picture\nthe plants deepening right now into the soil\,\nwanting to live\, so I lie down among them\,\nin my ripped pink tank top\, filthy and covered\nin sweat\, among red burying beetles and dirt\nthat’s been turned and turned like a problem\nin the mind. \n—Ada Limón \n  \nCarrying Thay Into the Future  \n  \nThay founded Plum Village Monastery in the French countryside in 1982. His first monastery in the West and his home for many years\, Plum Village has been a refuge and mindfulness center for those displaced and suffering from war\, to those searching for the ease of feeling at home in a peaceful community. Over the next four decades\, Plum Village drew more and more practitioners while Thay went on to found 10 more monasteries and practice centers around the world. \n  \n“I can see very clearly that wherever you are\, you are my continuation\, and in one way or another\, you are carrying me into the future\,” Thay has said of those who follow the Plum Village path of mindfulness. “We\, teacher and student\, will continue to climb the hill of the century\, offering our love\, understanding\, freedom\, and solidity to the world.” \n  \n—Katie Radditz
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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  8/4/22
DESCRIPTION:Edith Mirante in Chin State\, Burma \n  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \nAugust 4\, 2022 \n  \nADVENTURE TALES! \n  \nI asked some friends to send in stories of adventures they had. First to reply was Edith Mirante\, who is a member of the Society of Women Geographers: \n  \nThe Society of Woman Geographers was established in 1925 at a time when women were excluded from membership in most professional organizations\, such as the Explorers Club\, who would not admit women until 1981. It is based in Washington\, D.C.\, and has 500 members. \n  \nThe society was organized by four friends\, Gertrude Emerson Sen\, Marguerite Harrison\, Blair Niles and Gertrude Mathews Shelby\, to bring together women interested in geography\, world exploration\, anthropology and related fields. Membership was restricted to women who had “done distinctive work whereby they have added to the world’s store of knowledge concerning the countries on which they have specialized\, and have published in magazines or in book form a record of their work.”   \n  \n—from Wikipedia \n  \nHere’s what Edith wrote: \n  \nBeing an adventurer is intrinsic to my personality. I’ve always sought the “unsafe path” and accepted the dangers & misadventures that come with that. I try to use those reckless proclivities for good\, investigating human rights issues and environmental crises in remote\, sometimes war torn\, regions — especially the frontiers of Burma (Myanmar). My three books\, Burmese Looking Glass\, Down the Rat Hole and The Wind in the Bamboo are adventure stories as much as political & historical narratives.  \n  \n======= \n  \nIn the Pines\, Burma \n  \nI had gotten used to riding on the back of small motorbikes\, which had only recently replaced study mountain ponies in Chin State\, a rugged\, mostly roadless region of western Burma (Myanmar.) I managed not to upset the balance — or fall off — even on convoluted dirt tracks and rickety bamboo bridges\, as I researched the region’s environmental issues in 2016 with the assistance of some motorbiking local enviro activists. \n  \nMining (nickel and other minerals) was of particular interest to me. I had read in a local news outlet that Valvum\, a village reachable from Tedim town was the site of “ongoing coal mining work managed by a Japanese company.” Low-grade\, highly polluting coal is mined in some areas of Burma and with coal’s disastrous climate-changing effects for the whole world\, the Valvum operation was certainly worth investigating.  \n  \nGunning the bikes up and down narrow\, rock-strewn trails\, we got to Valvum mid-morning. I drank tea with some women who were smoking cheroots in a dark\, smoky house. Burma was enjoying a period of relative freedom for civil society after decades of brutal military dictatorship. But those changes were recent and I was concerned about possible scrutiny of our visit\, whether by government agents or mining company thugs. So I tried to make sure I wouldn’t be getting anyone in trouble by visiting the mine. A village representative reassured us: “It is no problem to go there. They are expecting you there.” \n  \nPast the village the swerve\, wobble and roll of our bikes disturbed the silence of khasi pine and rhododendron forest until a fence appeared and a couple of mine employees waved us through the gate. The owner\, a 70 year old Japanese eccentric married to a local woman\, was away\, they told me. But they were happy to show me the operation: “Here are the four ovens where we make the coal.” So it turned out to be not a coal mine at all. This was a charcoal making project. The words for coal and charcoal are very similar in Burmese\, as in English.  \n  \nAlthough charcoal is used for household cooking throughout Burma\, this product was apparently for export to Japan\, where special charcoals are often used as air freshener\, commanding high prices for small amounts. I was certainly relieved that it was not a coal mine. But I learned that this charcoal business was having its own environmental impact: depleting the area around Valvum of four types of trees\, described in the local language as thal sing\, lim sing\, nai sing and se sing.  \n  \nI mentioned that bamboo\, a plentiful and thoroughly renewable resource\, could be used instead for export quality charcoal. In Japan bamboo charcoal is prized and costly\, for incense or just displayed in a bowl to purify the air. Chin State reminded me of Appalachia in many ways (the rhody forests\, the Christian hymns resounding in mountain churches\, those blue ridges\, hollers and mines.) One place’s pollution or deforestation is another part of the world’s clean breath of air.  \n  \nLeaving Valvum we reached the main road\, where I had to wrap up in scarves like a nomad raider to keep the dust out of my lungs. Six years on\, that entire region has become a horrifying conflict zone. Since the Feb. 1\, 2021 coup in Myanmar\, entire towns and villages have been burned across Chin State by the shock troops of the regime. Civilians fled to neighboring India. The young environmentalists I knew and other activists fight back with guerrilla tactics\, as armed convoys invade their land. The pine forests are now resistance strongholds.  \n  \n—Edith Mirante\, 2022 \nfor more about Chin State: \nhttps://www.projectmaje.org/chin_report_2021.htm \n* \n  \nVW Bug in Mud \n  \nWe had this bright idea to take a short cut on a road that faded from gravel to dirt to mud. “Maybe if we go fast enough we can get through that big puddle.” Nope. We were stalled with wheels spinning\, car body resting in muck. Did I mention we were ten miles from anywhere…my baby sister was with us…it was dusk? Well\, we gathered a heap of flat rocks\, lifted the car high enough to place pavers under each wheel (playing mighty Archimedes with a dead tree we plucked from the ground)\, laud down stones to fill the ruts\, revved it\, and roared onward…arriving home to the frightened family around midnight. A sturdy lesson in foolishness and self-reliance. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \na seagull conversation     \n  \non a chilly autumn afternoon \nwith the barest minimum of experience \nI’m cautiously paddling a kayak  \naround and among a group of small islands  \noff the jagged coast of Connecticut \ngently encouraged and accompanied by \nan athletic younger brother and his mate  \neach in their own kayak  \nmaneuvering with skill far superior to my own \n  \nat the moment  \nI have unintentionally wandered out of their sight   \nsuddenly alone in an unfamiliar domain \nI calm a rising concern with assurances  \nmy partners are almost certainly  \non the far side of the next small island  \nor the island just beyond  \n  \nmeanwhile  \nI contemplate the territorial agreement  \nthe local cormorants and seagulls appear to have made  \noccupying alternate perching rocks  \ntwelve to fifteen feet apart \nthat surround the island I’m slowly moving past \n  \nclenched postures and cold stares make it clear \nagreement has also been reached  \nthat my presence is entirely unwelcome \n  \nas I round the narrow end of the island  \none of the gulls hunkered on a rock just ahead  \nconfronts me with the abrasive\, demanding cry  \nthat seems to express the hardcore seagull personality  \n  \nafter a tense moment\, I try to soften the mood \nwith a modestly accurate but gentler seagull impression \n  \nthe gull’s harsh scream in response  \nis a furious reply to a personal insult  \n  \nmy attempt to back away with a shorter\, less ragged cry \nbrings a jagged challenge to deadly combat \n  \nmy third pass at making peace is cut short \nby a piercing shriek that must be a crippling curse  \n  \nand the gull lifts its wings and rises from its perch  \n  \nI pause and drift for a moment \nresting the double-blade paddle across my lap \nand watch the departing gull fly slowly but deliberately  \nin a remarkably straight line away from the nose of my kayak  \n  \nI’m just beginning to consider the possibility  \nof feeling guilty about disturbing this gull in the first place \nwhen the bird makes a tight turn mid-air \nprecisely reversing its course \nnow heading on a line directly toward my kayak  \n  \nin the time it takes to think: what the hell?  \nI see a slender rope of firm black and white matter  \nalmost two feet long and growing  \ndescending from beneath the bird’s tail  \n  \nswiftly lengthening and steadily on-coming  \nthis two-tone cord of seagull rebuke   \nis truly surreal and completely unnerving  \n  \nas the gull and dangling cord close in     \nI panic and thrust the right side of my paddle into the air  \nhoping to deflect the incoming projectile  \n  \nmy awkward parry is completely mistimed \nand the sudden movement sends the kayak tipping wildly to the left  \nI manage to right the boat but a generous amount of ocean water  \nhas washed into the kayak’s snug seating compartment  \n  \nthe frigid ocean stings as it soaks into my pants \nbut I can’t take my eyes off the approaching nightmare cord  \nwhich the gull suddenly releases  \ndropping it into the water a couple of feet in front of my kayak  \n  \nrelief begins to flood my mind before I realize   \nthis cunning seagull has very nearly \nsent me tumbling into the icy autumn Atlantic \n  \nlater that evening\, in warm dry clothes   \ncomes the bottom line: \nif the intruder’s pants are wet  \nthe seagull’s point is made   \n  \n—Nick Eldredge   2022 \n* \n  \nI’ve had an adventure or two in my day. Most of them a long time ago. I lived in India for a couple years. I was a gold miner in Northern California. I had a job where I was paid for sleeping. Another job was testing beet pulp pellets for hardness\, durability and fine particle content. Once\, when free climbing in the Wallowa Mountains\, I found myself on a rock ledge from where I could not go up and could not go back down. Somehow\, I lived to tell the tale. But that is not the tale I’m going to tell now… \n  \nI was awakened by a phone call in the middle of the night in the Fall of 1998. It was World Class Oddball Ken Campbell calling from London. “Johnny\,” he said. “Would you like to enroll in the School for Phils?” “I don’t know\, Ken. What is the School for Phils?” Ken explained that the little voices inside his head were telling him that it was important to usher in the Millennium by performing The Warp every weekend of 1999\, and that he needed to train up a team of Phils\, because if someone tried to play the part of Philip Masters every weekend for a year\, it would kill them. \n  \n“When does the School for Phils begin?” “One week from today.” “It’s tempting. I’d have to quit my job…” “Are you in?” \n  \nA week later\, I found myself in a smoke-filled basement in Camden Town. There were about six guys\, besides myself. Oliver Senton was giving us a briefing. He had played the part of Philip Masters. According to the Guinness Book of  World Records\, it is the longest part in the longest play in the English language. After a few days\, enrollment in the School for Phils had dwindled to one. Me. \n  \nThe Warp is a play unlike any other. It’s Neil Oram’s autobiography\, from 1959 to 1979\, in roughly the same way that Jack Kerouac’s On the Road is autobiographical. As in Kerouac’s book\, the names have been changed\, but the events recounted actually happened. At least this was Neil’s version of what happened and he was completely sincere when he said he didn’t make anything up. Neil Oram has the most astonishing memory of anyone I have ever met. When he wrote his play in 1979\, he could remember conversations he had fifteen and twenty years earlier. \n  \nRehearsals couldn’t begin until I was “off book.” It took me four months to learn my lines. I started every day at 8 a.m.\, seven days a week\, and worked on my lines till midnight. When I got tested\, it took more than eight hours to say my lines\, with someone giving me just my cues. The other actors all knew their parts. We only rehearsed for five days\, with everyone lining up to do their scenes with me. When we performed the play at the Roundhouse\, the performance began at 8 pm on Saturday and ended at 7 pm the following day. I was onstage the whole time. \n  \nA play that is more than 20 hours long sounds like it might be boring. When Ken directed The Warp there was not a dull moment. He was a comic genius\, the funniest man I have ever known. I don’t know how Neil felt about this\, but Ken directed his earnest account of his life journey for maximum laughs.  \n  \nThe first time I saw the play\, I was playing a small part\, Ralph Beak. He doesn’t come onstage for at least the first twelve hours\, so I got to watch the first half of the play as an audience member\, and it was the most exhilarating theatrical experience of my life. The energy that the actors brought to every scene was incredible! There are dozens of characters and more than 120 scenes. In every scene the actors were trying to outdo the previous scene. After eight hours of this barrage on my nervous system I was in a state of ecstasy. I felt like I had died and gone to Theater Paradise. \n  \nI had a little time off from line-learning\, when our theater company would perform Macbeth in Pidgin English at the Piccadilly Theatre on London’s West End. \n  \nI performed the part of Philip Masters in The Warp three times\, in early 1999\, before returning to The States. At the end of the 23 hour-long performances\, the audience stood up and shouted and cheered for about ten minutes. It’s the only time in my acting career that I got to feel what rock stars must feel when the crowd goes wild. \n  \n—Johnny Stallings \n* \n  \nReflections On the Art of “The Adventure” \n  \nThe Oxford Dictionary suggests adventure might be a “daring enterprise\,” describes adventurism as a “tendency to take risks\,” and offers up synonyms such as “audacious\, brave\, reckless\, valiant\,” and “risky.” \n  \nDefining adventure seems very subjective and individual to me. Certainly one person’s daring is another person’s ho-hum. I do feel (for myself) it requires “loose ends\,” cannot be over-planned\, must include improvisation and unknowns\, and necessitates I be “in the moment.” Thus I might say our entire life is an adventure as we navigate the surges\, eddies\, and constant strivings that are elements of being alive. \n  \nRather than describe one specific episode of bravado\, I’ve conceived a list of possibilities I hope will touch many: \n  \n—(Here’s the big one) Being with “me”…phew! (Can you relate?) \n—Family reunions (‘nough said) \n—First stroke of brush on canvas \n—The turn of a thought \n—Being member of Johnny’s dialogue group \n—Hiking in bear country \n—Being a part of OHOM circle of friends \n—Making new friends \n—Imagining in new ways \n—Prison \n—Going to the library/book store \n—Writing first word of poem/essay \n—Stepping onstage in front of an audience \n  \nHere’s a few more: \n  \n—Agreeing \n—Listening \n—Changing \n—Loving \n—Smiling \n—Commitment \n—Birth/Death \n  \nAnd as a last thought: \n  \n—This moment! \n  \nConclusion: we all\, at every moment are engaged in the living act of \n“The Adventure” \n  \nPeace and Love To All \n  \n—Abe Green  2022 \n  \n(Note to readers: peace\, love\, happiness & understanding now comes out on the first Thursday of every month\, instead of every other Thursday.)
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SUMMARY:Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue  8/15/22
DESCRIPTION:  \n  \nOpen Road Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue \n  \nAugust 15\, 2022 \n  \nWe are what we think. \nAll that we are arises with our thoughts. \nWith our thoughts we make the world. \n  \n—opening lines from The Dhammapada\, sayings of the Buddha\, translated by Thomas Byrom \n* \n  \nOur goal should be to live life in radical amazement\, [to] get up in the morning and look at the world in a way that takes nothing for granted. Everything is phenomenal; everything is incredible; never treat life casually. To be spiritual is to be amazed. \n  \n—Abraham Joshua Heschel  (thanks to Mark Alter for this) \n* \n  \nThe Patience of Ordinary Things \n  \nIt is a kind of love\, is it not? \nHow the cup holds the tea\, \nHow the chair stands sturdy and foursquare\, \nHow the floor receives the bottoms of shoes \nOr toes. How soles of feet know \nWhere they’re supposed to be. \nI’ve been thinking about the patience \nOf ordinary things\, how clothes \nWait respectfully in closets \nAnd soap dries quietly in the dish\, \nAnd towels drink the wet \nFrom the skin of the back. \nAnd the lovely repetition of stairs. \nAnd what is more generous than a window? \n  \n—Pat Schneider\, shared by Jeffrey Sher \n* \n  \nYou are enough \n  \nPeace Is This Moment Without Judgment  \n~Dorothy Hunt \n  \nDo you think peace requires an end to war?  \nOr tigers eating only vegetables?  \nDoes peace require an absence from your boss\, your spouse\, yourself? …  \nDo you think peace will come some other place than here?  \nSome other time than Now? In some other heart than yours? \n  \nPeace is this moment without judgment.  \nThat is all. This moment in the Heart-space  \nwhere everything that is is welcome.  \nPeace is this moment without thinking  \nthat it should be some other way\,  \nthat you should feel some other thing\,  \nthat your life should unfold according to your plans. \n  \nPeace is this moment without judgment\,  \nthis moment in the heart-space where  \neverything that is is welcome. \n  \nI’ve been thinking a lot about equanimity in conversation and relationships lately and where that often breaks down. Our choice of words\, tone of voice and sometimes the decision to speak or not speak—all contribute to our ability to cultivate equanimity.  \n  \nIt is difficult enough sometimes when we are alone to create a space for equanimity to enter. It can be much more difficult to create that space when we are inside of an interaction with another person who is having their own experience. They are on their own journey. A journey you have no control over.   \n  \nAn interaction does not have to be a reaction. This is where\, when things get heated in a conversation\, I often break down. My ego says\, “Prove your point!” “Tell her how you are right and she is wrong!” Or “Don’t stop until you win the argument!”  \n  \nThe ego can fool us into believing that we are not enough and can make things appear black and white.  \nIf I’m right\, he’s wrong. \nI either want something or I don’t. \n  \nBut there is a gray area. It begins with awareness.  \nAwareness shows up as an open mind\, flexibility\, lack of bias and positive expectations. \nAwareness is knowing that you are enough.  \n  \nUnderstanding what we carry within us and thoughtfully using our words to express ourselves is a huge practice.  \n  \nPema Chödrön says that when feelings of attraction or aversion arise\, we can “use our biases as stepping-stones for connecting with the confusion of others.” When we become intimate with and accepting of our own feelings\, we see more clearly how everyone gets hooked by their hopes and fears. From this\, “a bigger perspective can emerge.” \n  \nToday\, start with knowing that you are enough.  \n  \nPractice \n  \nI invite you to imagine a calming\, blue circle of light within your throat. The throat being the place of right speech\, the ability to communicate clearly and effectively.  \n  \nWith every inhale\, imagine the blue light gaining more and more clarity. \nWith every exhale\, allowing your light to be shared. \n  \n—Nicole Rush \n* \n  \n#152  The Biggest Obstacle \n  \n“Often it is our own knowledge that is the biggest obstacle to us touching suchness. That is why it’s very important to learn how to release our own views. Knowledge is the obstacle to knowledge. If you are dogmatic in your way of thinking\, it is very difficult to receive new insights\, to conceive of new theories and understandings about the world.”  \n—from Your True Home by Thich Nhat Hanh \n  \n“Learning how to release our own views…”  Indeed! This is a big one. \n  \nI must admit that I am sometimes snide\, judgmental and knee-jerk defensive. This I am ashamed to admit. I have to say that it comes from a long ago place—older sister comes to mind\, but my overall nature is one of positivity\, connection\, engagement and desire for understanding. The negative part—might I say ‘sliver?’—comes from a lack of knowledge or understanding on my part. I know that. And I am very aware when it arises in my mind. \n  \nI seek understanding. I seek connection. Almost every Saturday I make the drive out I84 to Umatilla to Two Rivers Correctional Institution. Every week I pass by the small towns of Biggs\, Rufus\, pass the signs to Ione and Heppner\, Irrigon. I understand that in these towns just the word ‘liberal\,’ or ‘liberalism’ in its present day connotation (even though ‘liberal’ comes from the Latin\, liber\, meaning free\, which don’t we all\, conservative or otherwise\, believe in?) can conjure uncertainty\, mistrust\, fear\, often anger in the hearts and minds of many of these residents—across the country. David and I enjoy riding our bikes in the wide open country surrounding these quiet places. When we drive into town\, bikes instead of guns hitched to the back of our car\, wrapped in Spandex instead of Carhartts\, I stifle the urge to ask for a  soy latte and go for black coffee every time. Still\, don’t we just scream ‘liberal yuppies’ to the locals? Yet each time I’m faced with this I try to engage and find commonalities: ‘I see you have peach pie on the menu. Do you bake them all yourself? Yes? I bet it’s the best! I‘ve never quite been able to get the consistency right; can you give me some tips?’  Like that. I’m sincere\, and it usually works. It’s an ice breaker. There are always commonalities. \n  \nMore on releasing our views: When I arrive at TRCI\, I make my way to room 19-27 and meet with our group of 12-20 men. I love them. I love being with them\, listening to their thoughts\, their hopes and fears. I admire them; I believe in them. We do not talk about politics or religion—that is part of the understanding. If we were to talk about politics\, undoubtedly I would find some BIG differences in our views. BUT!!! I would still love them! And because of this\, I would be able to listen to them open-mindedly if we were to talk about politics. I have no doubt.  \n  \nOne more on releasing our own views: After the stunning screening of Midsummer Night’s Dream last Sunday\, I floated out of the theater. There on the sidewalk I saw one of our released men who had been in the theater. He called out\, ‘Hey\, Jude!’ I cried out and gave him a big hug. His head was shaved\, he had earphones slung around his neck\, underneath his tank top he was covered with tatts. Clearly\, if I had seen him on the street and didn’t know him\, I might have clutched my purse closer\, shifted my eyes\, hurried my step\, perhaps even crossed the street. Scary (a little). But I know him. He is a wonderful man! I love him!  \n  \nWhether it’s knowledge about things or people\, being open to differences\, taking the time to learn\, to introduce ourselves\, talk to and understand others not like us is the basis of love. It all leads to love. \n  \n“One’s life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others\, by means of love\, friendship\, indignation\, compassion.”  Simone de Beauvoir   \n  \n—Jude Russell \n* \n  \nJuly 17\, 2022 \n  \nFirst\, let me say that I believe I am going out tomorrow for surgery on my hip. (One or the other\, don’t know yet which is first.) I am feeling excited\, nervous—all butterfly-tingly with uncertainty because this is all new to me. \n  \nThis is my first major hospital thing; invasive\, life-altering surgery ever….It’s going to take weeks to heal and recover. And\, no one (who is special to me\, or who really cares about me) is going to be there with me. In fact I can’t even call or email anyone\, even though I’m 98% certain it’s tomorrow\, because “If I know then they ‘HAVE TO RESCHEDULE\,’ because I’m not supposed to know. Yet\, I know! \n  \nSo\, it’s also exciting because it’s something new and scary. I’ll have a story to tell—soon. I’m certain all will go well\, everything will be “normal.” BUT\, what if it’s not?! (dramatic voice for effect and heightened suspense…) Oh! So\, what if?  Even death is a great adventure. I’d be wherever the next step lands. No matter what. I’d be where I am. My only death-fear is the process of lingering in a slow\, agonizing sort of death. (I’m just back from theatre and feeling a bit dramatic-excited too.) \n  \nSo\, that’s me. That’s my moment\, right now. That’s where I’m starting…. \n  \nJuly 19\, 2022 \n  \nI thought yesterday was to be my surgery. Turns out it was the final consult to confirm the procedure and answer any remaining concerns. So\, I’ll go soon\, just not yesterday. I\, at first\, was excited/anxious at the thought of getting this done and the recovery adventure started. By the time I was called out at 12 p.m. I was nervous. Then\, when I was told it was only another consult—well\, I was needing to focus on breathing and contemplate what the heck was transpiring….There was lots of energy to funnel or transform through breathing. By the time I saw the doctor I was at ease. \n  \nJuly 25\, 2022 \n  \nTomorrow should\, most likely (I hope) be my first hip replacement. I am very much feeling the excitement of anticipation for the long awaited “good” thing. I would liken this to what I felt on Christmas Eve: going to bed early\, believing all the myths surrounding\, only to wake early (too early! Like 4 or 5 a.m. too early) and anxiously await my parents’ “sleeping in” and late waking before I could selfishly dig in for a “big-haul.” \n  \nJuly 29\, 2022  #322 Concentrated Pleasure (from Your True Home) \n  \nWell\, I’m recovering from hip replacement. While I’m not a “great” practitioner—i.e. meditating frequently—I have managed to survive two challenging nights so far\, through deliberate breathing. It helps. Pain is still a challenge\, but that will fade as healing continues. \n  \nIt’s peculiar how at each turn of my life GOD places just what I need to read or hear right in the midst of my path. Today’s comments from Thây are no different. I am at the phase where I make many small walking journeys. Journeys to the toilet\, eight feet away; or to my door and back\, ten-plus feet; or up and down the long haul of the Infirmary\, 50 or more for the whole trip. Any one\, and each one\, will be a perfect chance to focus 100% of my attention on what I’m doing—i.e. walking fully with both sides. It isn’t as easy as I desire\, but it is a thing I can do…. \n  \n323  \nThe Kingdom of God Is Right Here \n  \nThe Kingdom of God is not a mere notion. It is a reality that can be touched in everyday life. The Kingdom of God is now or never\, and we all have the ability to touch it—not only with our minds\, but with our feet. The energy of mindfulness helps you with this. With one mindful step\, you touch the Kingdom of God.   \n—Thich Nhat Hanh\, from Your True Home \n  \nJuly 31\, 2022  #323  The Kingdom of God Is Right Here \n  \nI am in day 4\, over 100 hours from my hip replacement on Wednesday\, July 27th\, from 7:30 a.m. to about 8:40. It has been an interesting and challenging journey since. \n  \nPain was a piece of the early challenges and it has since faded to a memory of what I once knew as an intensity never before felt pre-surgery. My balance is not back to 100%\, but I am strengthening as I can\, as often as I can. I have been blessed by Creator GOD with a strong healthy body and mind\, and a quick recovery. I anticipate seeing the provider on Monday\, August 1st\, and moving back to my unit shortly thereafter….So\, for all my friends\, well-wishers and benefactors\, I am well on my way to a full and lasting recovery from surgery. \n  \nToday’s reading is accurate. The Kingdom of God is now. Many have taught that it is later. I fear this is due to a refusal or inability to see living in the NOW as part of life as it was created to be. Each of us can experience “Heaven on Earth” in the now\, through mindfulness. I also hope and suspect (believe) that a paradise\, aka heaven\, nirvana\, etc.\, will be awaiting us as this life ends. Thanks to religious syncretism it may be impossible to know for certain\, until we transition to the next stage of life—after death. \n  \nLike Thây\, I think it is possible to perceive\, “taste\,” sample\, get a sense of that life in the NOW through mindfulness…. \n  \nI haven’t written much this month….I wish each one well\, as TRCI has “outbreaks” and further quarantining…I hope your journey into NOW is as life affirming and assisting as I’ve experienced. \n  \n(Yesterday (8/14) I got an email from Michel Deforge. (JS)) \n  \nI’m two weeks\, five days since [hip] surgery and I’m doing great! Today\, I walked for 20 minutes while carrying my walker\, instead of using it for balance. The last 3 minutes were balanced without even taking the walker with me. I was able to do 10 stand ups (reverse squatting – getting up from sitting surface)\, along with some leg raises earlier this morning. So\, yes I’m doing quite well on my recovery! I hope to get the other one done in early September. TBD… \n  \n—Michel Deforge \n* \n      Prophets to Live By \n  \nSuch great days for the prophecy business— \nin news and views it’s hard to choose one voice \nthat rings true\, someone to put your money on\, \nsomeone whose claims might go the distance \n  \nThe best is yet to come! shout redwings teetering \non cattail spires\, while in cedar shadows raven scoffs \nThings will only get worse. Which will you believe \nwhen the crows begin\, It shall come to pass…and list \n  \ntheir raucous tabloid hints\, while from the shadows \nunknown voices whistle\, hoot\, and shriek? How can you \nkeep your own counsel then? How can you take them all \nwith a grain of salt\, but seek your own conclusions when \n  \nthere’s a moment of silence\, a dusky breath held\, then \na song sparrow chants\, Did anyone notice dawn? \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nI enjoy books\, especially books that change the way I see\, experience and understand the world. Many books have helped me on my spiritual journey. Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda got me interested in meditation\, on a quest for samādhi. Many meditators of my generation learned about zazen\, “sitting meditation\,” from Shunryu Suzuki’s book Zen Mind\, Beginner’s Mind. I read a lot of books by J. Krishnamurti\, whose original approach to “freedom from the known” is very stimulating. My favorites among his many books are The Only Revolution and Krishnamurti’s Notebook. Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself” expanded my vision in many ways. Many religious traditions make a distinction between “the spirit\,” which is sacred\, and “the flesh\,” which is not. For Walt\, everyone and everything is sacred. People can spend years striving to achieve enlightenment. In Talks With Ramana Maharshi\, the South Indian sage reminds people again and again that there is nothing to strive for since our true self is always already Divine. Similarly\, Bankei (1622-1693) taught that our “unborn Buddha nature” is our true nature. It’s who we are. Norman Wadell’s translation of Bankei’s talks\, The Unborn is excellent. My favorite ancient wisdom text is Tao Te Ching. The translation by Gia-fu Feng and Jane English is my favorite\, along with its gorgeous black and white photographs. A book I like to read and re-read is Zen in English Literature and Oriental Classics by R. H. Blyth. The past couple years I’ve been listening to lively audio recordings of talks by Alan Watts\, and reading the poems and meditations of Thomas Traherne\, the Seventeenth Century Christian mystic. Thich Nhat Hanh is one of my favorite guides for living a life soaked in peace\, love and happiness. I long ago lost count of how many people I’ve given his book Your True Home. Well\, that’s a few of my favorites for now. \n  \nMay all people be happy. \nMay we live in peace & love. \n  \n—Johnny Stallings
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SUMMARY:Bibliophiles Unanimous!  8/28/22
DESCRIPTION:painting by Mark Andres \n  \nBeloved Bibliophiles!  \n  \nOn Sunday\, August 28th\, at 3 pm\, we will gather once again on Zoom to talk about books and other things. We will attempt to answer the question: Read Any Good Books Lately?  \n  \nHere’s the link:  \n  \nhttps://us02web.zoom.us/j/87614013058 \n  \nI hope to see you there!  \n  \npeace\, love & happiness   \nJohnny
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SUMMARY:Max Walter performs Spirit of Carl Sandburg
DESCRIPTION:Max Walter will perform his solo show “Spirit of Carl Sandburg” this Sunday\, August 28th\, at 7 pm (PDT). The performance is in Bellingham\, Washington. For those of us who can’t be there\, here is the link to the website from where you can live stream the performance:\n  \nSpirit of Carl Sandburg – Center for Spiritual Living Bellingham (csl-bellingham.org)\n \n  \nI’m really looking forward to this! \n  \n  \npeace & love \nJohnny
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