Connection

Dr. Rachel Naomi Remen died at the age of 87 on August 8th.  At the age of 15, she was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease.  Not given the expectation of a long life, she chose not to marry or have children.  She became a doctor, an amazing doctor and healer, and did that work for 65 years.  I have two of her books, Kitchen Table Wisdom and My Grandfather’s Blessings.  I highly recommend both. 

Both books are filled with wonder, hope, and inspiration.  I open to this in Kitchen Table Wisdom.  She’s on a visit to Fiji where she’s informed “it’s considered good manners in Fiji to acknowledge total strangers on the street.” “The proper form was to make eye contact and acknowledge each other either by nodding and smiling or by saying “Bu-la”.  I’m reminded of my time in Nepal where Namaste and a bow with palm-touching hands was a given.

She returned to California from Fiji and noticed walking on her local street no one greeted her or smiled at her.  She writes “In some very profound way I felt both invisible and diminished. Yet the street was totally familiar.  It was my home.”

She continues: “The Fijians are aware of a basic human law. We all influence one another. We are a part of each other’s reality. There is no such thing as passing someone and not acknowledging your moment of connection, not letting others know their effect on you and seeing yours on them. For Fijians, connection is natural, just the way the world is made. Here, we pass each other with our lights out as ships in the night.”

Exuberance
A place to gather, rest, celebrate, connect.
Looking Out


Blessings

This morning I woke to the sound of rain.  Yesterday a friend and I walked back and forth to Tennessee Valley Beach.  Though the weather was iffy, we felt the call, and then the colors in the gray were another call, another stroke of the gift of life in water, earth, air, and stone.

I’m re-reading Gretel Ehrlich’s book, The Solace of Open Spaces.  She writes of the dances of Native people, the gatherings, the connection with sun, rain, earth, our breath, our steps.

The ocean on approach
The color of the water against a wall of stone
A gull surveys the scene
Diversity and Change
And the wind blows through

Simplicity

I read Garrison Keillor’s column this morning.  He writes:

I’m told that it would take about $167 billion to eliminate malnutrition; about $160 billion worth of food is wasted every year.  Somewhere in there is part of the answer. Call it Democratic socialism, call it Christian obedience, but it’s a principle we need to agree on. And then we need to agree on Medicare for everyone. This summer I’ve gotten hauled into a couple of New York ERs along with people with no funds, no insurance, and the absolute kindness of doctors and nurses testifies to the goodness of our country. Highly trained professionals leaning down to comfort one Lazarus after another — Abraham would be pleased.

It’s rather simple isn’t it.  

Thich Nhat Hanh:  “Emptiness means to be full of everything but empty of a separate existence.”  

 

Trumpets of Love
The iris flower symbolizes faith, hope, wisdom, and courage. 

Stillness

I listen to Pico Iyer speak of The Pilgrim’s Way on Waking Up.  One section, The Chapels of Contemplation, brings me to Naoshima and the Chichu Art Museum.  In his immersion in the art and life there, Iyer writes: “In truth the soul’s joy and liberation lie on every side of us, if only we can come to our senses.”

Come to our senses.

Pause, and if you’re intrigued, venture into the museum and integrate into a way of living in community on an island in the Seto Inland Sea in Japan. Is Naoshima Utopia? Read the article and see what you think. Certainly it invites a look into how to integrate old and young, nature and art, and new ways of perceiving and being in the connecting liveliness that brings stillness to our world.

https://benesse-artsite.jp/en/soichiro-fukutake.html



Passage

On Friday, I watched my six-year old grandson spend 30 minutes applying orange post-its to a small green jeep to give it a roof and side doors.  It required great scrutiny, attention, and care.  Now, today, my son sent me a photo of him putting on his new cleats for baseball camp.  We bought them last week because the others were too small, and he wanted to wait for the new camp this week to wear them.  He’s moved out of youth sizes into adult – size 1.  Wow! And the cleats have shoe strings which he ties himself.

I sit with it all – processing the passing of a friend’s father and with his death, his parting message of the fullness of love to her, love, love, love dropping into and filling her heart.  I read daily of impermanence, and sometimes it’s so clear, a beautiful light and lift to the heart we share.

Avocet by the marsh.

Wonder

Thursday evening, my grandson and I were at Filoli Gardens visiting Rose Wonders, the troll created from nature by Thomas Dambo.  It was quiet, just us.

Haruki Murakami: 

Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.

I wonder ….
What a view!
Touch while held aloft on arms and hands
Looking into her eyes as she looks back.
A place to shelter and rest
Looking out from inside a Cone Home!

Friendship

Last night we enjoyed a wonderful gathering with friends old and new at Filoli Gardens for their evening event.  Tonight I read from Brian Doyle, How the Light Gets In and Other Epiphanies.  He ends the essay “Poem for My Friend Shoshana:, with this:

Friends are the clans we belong to by 

accident 

Of place and space and grace. What a gift, such a 

seeming 

Chance: could such a pleasure really be just 

happenstance?  

One person in this group has been battling cancer for ten years. She was forty, and is now fifty. She is a beautiful, bright light for us all!!

Birdhouses

I’m intrigued with the variety of experiences at Filoli Gardens.  After lounging in the redwoods, I entered a trail magically filled with birdhouses.  

What do I see up ahead?
All sizes of birdhouses including one for me!
Enter Here!
Surrounding a Tree
Up and Down
A Multitude
Watch out for Earthquakes!



Return to Filoli Gardens

Yesterday I explored the lower part of Filoli Gardens, intrigued by the many sculptures along the trail. Then I met Rose Wonders, a Thomas Danbo Troll.  Thomas is a Danish sculpture artist who builds giant trolls from recycled materials.

First artwork to see and enter along the trail. Then I met a bench.
Then I come to Roots and Wings
Support
Reaching upward while grounded. And then, Wind, Water, and Time
Rhythms of the natural world
Dainty Uplift
Refuge
Respite
Rose Wonders
Held
Upcycle!



Garrison Keillor Today

Garrison Keillor just sent $100.00 to a guy named Trygve Hammer running as a Democrat for Congress in North Dakota.  Why?

Keillor’s words: 9/10ths of the state is owned by something called Alignment Rectangular Regulatory Trust, the stock of which is 95% held by Chinese investors, will the state still have two U.S. Senators and a seat in Congress? Are citizens allowed to serve in public office if employed by a foreign country? Or does this come under the heading of “None of your business”?

One could ask the same about South Dakota, Iowa, Nebraska, and Wyoming.

I skip a bit and continue with this: 

The polling I’ve seen from North Dakota tells me that seven out of eight wouldn’t vote for a Democrat if she were appareled in golden light and could levitate. Dakotans think of Democrats as people who saw The Nutcracker too many times as children and who get their political views from Norman Rockwell paintings. People who can’t drive a car without the government GPS telling them when to turn and which way.

He ends with this: There hasn’t been a Democratic Senator from North Dakota since I was in high school. If there’s another one, I want to go to the victory party. I won’t drink but I’ll stand near people who do.

If you agree, you might send money to Trygve Hammer.

Looking down on my grandson’s baseball camp where they teach ethics and affirmations through baseball.