Thursday, May 23, 2013

Absinthe

A Bar at the Folies-Bergere
Manet, 1882
 
 
Three weeks ago I received an email from a distant cousin requesting information on a mutual ancestor after viewing my tree on a genealogy site.  Born in 1944, this male cousin hails from a side of the family that has distinguished itself with producing boorish abusive alcoholics with a sense of humour that rarely deviates from references to genitalia and rectums. 
 
 
I think it is official now that when it comes to  relatives, close and distant, from this particular maternal line, the capacity to address other family members with respect or courtesy is completely absent.  The trait is to presume too heavily on the existence of  family connection and its privileges without having nurtured or maintained them: it is a sense of entitlement that has always been a one-way street.   There seems to be an hereditary cruelty that has been passed down through the generations and it shows up in a multiplicity of ways.  Mostly it comes as a stab in the back delivered during a time of crisis: funerals seem to be the agreed upon occasion.
 
 
I hope to divest myself very soon of the vestiges of a conditioned belief  that I must tolerate being spoken to and treated like I am a hole for the male relatives on my mother's side to take a dump into.  The Australian side of my family seem to be people who could never be accused of exemplary behaviour or responding with compassion and intelligence to their own kinfolk.  More and more I understand that my mother's side were little better than gutter-snipes, deeply envious and resentful of those who had what they did not. 


Factor in the Australian propensity for cutting down tall poppies and one is really behind the 8-ball in a family who literally eats their children.  Parents who sacrifice their children to preserve the lies they have told and are utterly devoid of a moral compass or a sense of integrity.
 
 
I do not know what a loving close-knit and safe family network looks or feels like. I definitely hold the Elders one-hundred per cent accountable for being too self-absorbed and short-sighted to consider how their love for interpersonal and impersonal conflict would contaminate the future they claimed they wanted to be better for their children.
 
 
It is always good to brush up against what I have left behind.  It is like receiving a vaccination needle that boosts my immunity to a poisonous pedagogy that runs deep in my culture and has so many torch-bearers.

 

I Dream of Jeanne

Portrait of the actress Jeanne Samary
- Renoir
 



Amor: this refers to the passion that pulls the sexes together to create a family. It is as powerful as gravity itself. You meet her, your heart stops and you are inexorably drawn to her. You could no more resist her than you could jump out of a 20-story building and fly.


Eros: The god of sexual love and beauty … intimacy. This is that mad, gaga, head over heels, driven, obsessive love. This is that love that JD Salinger was writing about: “I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the one thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty … you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.” 


Affectus: This is the feeling of affection and admiration: the desire to be with your lover, because you admire him or her so very much. it is the source of compatibility. CS Lewis thought that it was this feeling of affectus that was “responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.”


Dilectio: This is where we delight in the person so much that simply being around her gives us unimaginable joy. The word comes from the root word electio: to “choose” to “elect.” In marriage, I think that this is of paramount importance. When eros is dormant and even affection wavers, it is this love of choice based upon deliberation that holds you steady. 


Amacitia: this word speaks of friendship; alliance; mutuality. Break the law of mutuality to your peril. My dad once told me that marriage was 70-30. Sometimes you give 70, she gives 30, and sometimes the ratio reverses. BUT, and this is critical, over time there is a mutuality of giving and receiving. One of the challenges most of us face in relationships is found here. What does he want? What does she want? Pay attention to her…to him. How is he demonstrating love? How is she demonstrating love? Go thou and do likewise … and then some. Study the other’s Way of Being and you will discover what you want to know regarding increasing your mutuality


Caritas: charity; mercy; God’s Love. As I was thinking about what to say here today it is this love that stood out. I have come to believe that many, many love-relationships fail because the love they have for each other is not tied to something or, for us Christians, to Someone: the transcendent God.
 
 
Swiped from Monte E. Wilson
 

Thursday, May 16, 2013

A Horse called David



“The mind will trust the body, the body will trust the mind.”
'I believe that every soldier who has anything to do with horse or mule has come to love them for what they are and the grand work they have done and are doing in and out of the death zones.'  ~ Captain Sidney Galtrey, autumn 1918

The Wolf and the Lamb

A hard day at the office for Jeremy Irons

 
by Leslie Scrivener, Toronto Star
November 28, 2001


He's a British actor and Academy Award winner; she's a Zen master and Roman Catholic nun - and they share a compelling interest in changing the lives of prisoners.



Sister Elaine MacInnes will receive the Order of Canada next week in recognition of her work teaching meditation in prisons in the United Kingdom and the Philippines.


 Jeremy Irons, who is in Toronto making a film, has been visiting with his old friend who is anxious that Canadian prisons introduce the simple meditation that can bring calm, inner change and spiritual awareness. At 77, MacInnes is one of the world's highest ranking teachers of Zen.  While acknowledging the award is well deserved, Irons says an even better way for Canada to show its appreciation for this remarkable, strong woman would be to open the doors to her work in Canada. "She's the real thing. Canada, having her here, has the most wonderful opportunity to make full use of her." 


The actor and the nun have been friends since Irons became a patron of the Prison Phoenix Trust, the British charitable organization that teaches yoga and meditation in 86 prisons and where MacInnes was the director until her retirement in 1999.  The nun and the actor met again this week in a small, fire-lit room at the Windsor Arms Hotel over strong tea as Irons smoked thin, black cigarettes. He's in the last week of filming Against the Current, the story of American writer F. Scott Fitzgerald's last years.


 Lean and languorous, he listened intently as she spoke; and she listened carefully as he spoke with the voice made famous in Brideshead Revisited and Lolita, and in the role of Claus von Bulow in Reversal of Fortune, for which he won the Academy Award for best actor.  Irons said he prefers local charities so he is involved with the Prison Phoenix Trust based in Oxford, which is close to his home in Oxfordshire. 


Through meditation, people in deep pain can face up to the wrongs they've committed, and learn to live with themselves and later, in society, he says. "If you can teach them to turn their cells, which may be places of torment, into ashrams, which are places of contemplation and healing, it's an economic way to help people rebuild themselves instead of marking time and wasting away," Irons says. More practically, he believes meditation would reduce recidivism among prisoners once they are released.


 Because she had lived away from Canada for many years, MacInnes says she doesn't know anyone prominent in the prison system here to explain what a prison trust does and how helpful it can be for some of the country's most troubled men and women.  Recently, she gave four classes in Nova Scotia prisons, which confirmed her belief that the human heart is universal, and that just as the Prison Phoenix Trust was effective in Britain, a similar program would work in Canada.


Jane Robertson, a Nova Scotia woman who has volunteered in prisons for 25 years, watched MacInnes teaching meditation to men in a medium security prison and women in a maximum-security prison.  "When the women came into the chapel - they are used to a very confined space - in this larger space, they were really restless and shuffling and one was walking around. Sister Elaine was very firm with them and in the second five-minute meditation, you could hear nothing. They sat through it. The women were amazed at what they had experienced. "If someone was guiding them this way each week, think how much they would develop."



MacInnes, born in Moncton, was a goalie on her brother's hockey team, trained at the Julliard School and played violin with the Calgary and Edmonton symphony orchestras, then joined Our Lady's Missionaries, a Canadian order. Shortly after taking her final orders, she was sent to Japan, where she immersed herself in the study of Zen, a practice that does not conflict with her Christian beliefs. In 1980, after 20 years of study, she was the first Canadian to be invested as a roshi, or old teacher. Her autobiography, Zen Contemplation: A Bridge of Living Water, was published by Novalis this month.


Having taught meditation to some of Britain's toughest, most dangerous prisoners, she has taught them to be aware of their breathing and has found them peaceful and willing to alter their self-destructive ways. MacInnes remembers being in Wormwood Scrubs, a London prison, with 24 lifers. "They meditated in silence for 17 minutes and when I rang the bell no one wanted to move. Having been in silence, they had nothing to share."



She believes as her teacher, Yamada Koun, Roshi, told her, everyone is born to be a mystic.



She told the hardened men at Wormwood Scrubs this. "Not one snickered. That's probably the basis of why I go into prisons. It has to be therapeutic. For me, I have to lead people to their deepest centre."  





“Spirituality is what you do with those fires that burn within you.”  
 
 
 
Irons joined MacInnes for one of her Zen classes in County Clare, Ireland. "You have to be a very advanced pupil to understand the depths of your teacher and I am a beginner."  
 
 
 
He says society should care about prisoners for the same reason it should care about the poor or those who have failed. "We all fail constantly. The Bible tells us forgiveness is all and though I'm not particularly Christian, I know that if you don't forgive it eats you up.  If it's not important that we care about prisoners, why not kill them? We don't do that because they are people and they live in prison and since they are living at taxpayers' expense, we want them to be better. We can't let people rot away without help."   
 
 
 
Say again, Jeremy............we have to help people rot away?!?   Zen masters are enjoying a good belly-laugh over that Freudian slip. 

Wolfberry



Releasing deep sadness from the past, Wolfberry helps us allow grief to take us to a transpersonal experience. When we experience that something is shifting around inside ourselves but we don't know what it is, Wolfberry helps us be at peace and allow the process without insisting upon defining it.

Desert Alchemy

 

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Are lichens the mask trees wear?




Why is sanity a mask? Is sanity actually a mask? Most certainly it is, because we have now come to one key element of our exploration of the mask: it is arbitrary in its definition and presentation; that is the signifiers are always arbitrary. It's back to the difference between the idea of tree or "tree-ness" and the word tree. Why the word tree? Does it hold something magical about the idea of "tree-ness"? Could we not just as easily have used the word feather to describe the idea of "tree"?

Most certainly.

If I suddenly tell you that anytime I use the word feather I am talking about a tree, you will understand from thenceforth what I have now arbitrarily established "tree-ness" with feathers: Feathers are usually tall, and there are two types: conifers and deciduous. Feathers are usually green because of chloropyll, which assists chloroplast in the the photosynthesis process of turning water and sunlight into starches and sugars. Feathers are part of the plant kingdom, and some feathers are amongst the largest organisms on planet earth. ~ Patrick M. Dey




Where Ants Live




It’s a growing trend that we are losing our medicine traditions, and a sense of our ancestry in general. I think being rooted in ancestry is powerful, and plants help facilitate this connection. To grow into a tall tree, one must have strong roots. Right? 



 read more Traditional Medicine, a Conversation with Renee Davis


Unexamined Blindspot

image by UK botanical artist, Simon Nunn
 
 
 
Much like racial, gender, or socioeconomic privilege, health privilege shames the individual for being ill, attributing illness to New Age judgements of spiritual impotency, or impure thoughts/actions. It rears its head when someone asks you if you’re “still taking those crazy medications?!” or tells you that daily consumption of bentonite clay would have prevented it.

When you enjoy unexamined health privilege, you may think that someone is ill because they ate poorly, or haven’t learned a karmic lesson yet, possess stuck/suppressed emotions, lived dis-harmoniously with Nature, or lack chutzpah or spiritual willpower. And we pass judgement. In the clinic, this can disrupt the healing process. I think it can even cause harm.

~ Renee Davis, MA. Community Herbalist



Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Hecate's Child: Disenfranchised Grief

Memorial for Unborn Children
Sculptor - Martin Hudáčeka of Banska Bystrica
 
 
On October 28, 2011, in the resort Bardejovské Nova Ves, Slovakia, opened the monument of the unborn child of a young sculptor of this country: Martin Hudáček. The artist is of Banska Bystrica, the center of Slovakia. The inauguration ceremony was attended by the Slovak Minister of Health, MD.Ivan Uhliarik.
 
 
The monument not only expresses regret and repentance for mothers who have abortions, but also the forgiveness and love of the unborn child to his mother. The idea of ​​building a monument to the unborn child was a group of young women (Prayer Movement of Mothers), mothers who are aware of the value of every human life and damage you inflict, not only in the irreparable loss of unborn babies, but for the permanent decline in mental health (and sometimes physical) of every woman who decides, driven by different situations, to abort her child.
 

 
 
Working at the Crossroads of this World
& the Next