Propaganda

I’ve been trying to understand Trump’s boat attacks.  Why, especially when he pardons a man at the top of drug trafficking?

This guest essay by Phil Klay in the NY Times today allows me to understand.

Klay begins with this:

When Trump administration officials post snuff films of alleged drug boats blowing up, of a weeping migrant handcuffed by immigration officers or of themselves in front of inmates at a brutal El Salvadoran prison, I often think of a story St. Augustine told in his “Confessions.”

In the fourth century A.D., a young man named Alypius arrived in Rome to study law. He was a decent sort. He knew the people at the center of the empire delighted in cruel gladiatorial games, and he promised himself he would not go. Eventually, though, his fellow students dragged him to a match. At first, the crowd appalled Alypius. “The entire place seethed with the most monstrous delight in the cruelty,” Augustine wrote, and Alypius kept his eyes shut, refusing to look at the evil around him.

But then a man fell in combat, a great roar came from the crowd and curiosity forced open Alypius’s eyes. He was “struck in the soul by a wound graver than the gladiator in his body.” He saw the blood, and he drank in savagery. Riveted, “he imbibed madness.” Soon, Augustine said, he became “a fit companion for those who had brought him.”

We must continue to stay on top of what’s happening, and not allow what happened to Alypius, to happen to us. It’s a horrific manipulation to destroy humanity and the continuing development and evolution of peace, communion, fairness and democracy.

St. Francis
Harmony at Tennessee Valley
Serenity at Muir Beach

A Photo Respite

I read the political news and contrast it with the beauty around me.

Blackie’s Pasture
Angel Island viewed from Tiburon
San Francisco and part of Angel Island
A seal frolicking in the bay!

Imagine

I just finished reading Jacinda Ardern’s book A Different Kind of Power.

Even as a child, she asked “Why?”   

On March 15, 2019, in Christchurch, New Zealand a terrorist attacked a mosque killing forty-nine people and leaving others in critical condition.  He had acquired his weapons legally.  Following the response of Australia in 1996 to a mass shooting, where the conservative prime minister of the time, John Howard, moved quickly to ban “pump-action, semiautomatic, and automatic weapons”, New Zealand responded by reforming their gun laws in ten days.

And here we are in the U.S, not responding but instead reversing on the orders of a man who has not fought in any wars, and now decides to change the name of the Defense Department to the Department of War.

Tom Hanks was to be honored by West Point for his work supporting veterans.  Thanks to Trump, that’s cancelled because Hanks supported Biden, not him.

Responding to Trump, West Point recently rehung a 20-foot portrait of Gen. Robert E. Lee, a West Point graduate who fought to preserve slavery for the Confederacy.

Asking ourselves why, perhaps we can reverse this daily travesty changing history, ethics, compassion, understanding, kindness  and morality.  

A friend shared that she’s been feeling “like a feeling painting”, with tears flowing easily, and then said as she reaches to receive and honor her inner knowing, “It’s something about being pulled up out of the mud and placed vertically on the earth.

May her words guide us as we align, and listen to Peace Train by Cat Stevens and Imagine by John Lennon.

Mirabell – being with the wisdom of our animal friends.
Looking Up
Changing the shape of the box – creative thinking and response

Wouldn’t Peace make more sense?

Arundhati Roy:

It’s odd how those who dismiss the peace movement as utopian don’t hesitate to proffer the most absurdly dreamy reasons for going to war: to stamp out terrorism, install democracy, eliminate fascism, and most entertainingly, to “rid the world of evil-doers.”

My niece is visiting and is staying on a houseboat in Sausalito. There was fog the first morning, and now blue skies and sun. Last night a seal swam by, and the tides move in and out.

Her dog surveys the foggy morning from the bed
Sunset over Mt. Tam
Sunrise today. Little Gem, where I stayed two years ago, is on the other side of that pier so one row closer to the mountain.


A Peaceful Note

Thich Nhat Hanh in his book At Home in the World.  The chapter is called Lotus Tea.

“Years ago in Vietnam, people used to go out onto a lotus pond with a small boat to put some tea leaves into an open lotus flower. The flower would close in the evening and perfume the tea during the night. Then, in the peace of early morning, when the dew was still glistening on the large lotus leaves, they would return in the boat with their friends to collect the tea. On the boat, they would take everything they needed to make delicious, fragrant tea: fresh water, a stove to heat it, teacups, and a teapot. Then in the beautiful early light of dawn, they would prepare the tea right there, enjoying the morning and drinking tea in the lotus pond. Nowadays we may have a lotus pond, but we do not seem to have time to stop and look at it, let alone to enjoy it by making tea and drinking it in that way.”

We may not have a boat, lotus flower, or pond but we can make and drink tea in a beautifully serene and conscious way.

Swans
Daffodils

Impermanence

I went to Rodeo Beach early this morning where it was sunny and warm, no wind.  I watched the changing waves, some flat, others crashing and flaring.  I saw a Great Blue Heron, bluebirds, and otters in the lagoon.  Sitting down on a “bench”, I learned from a passerby that the bench wasn’t there yesterday, and yet there it was, for a moment, today.

Great Blue Heron
Calm
A place to sit today
Exuberance
Shadow and Light



Jimmy Carter

I found myself eating peanuts yesterday as I read Jimmy Carter’s book A Full Life: Reflections at Ninety.

I learned that at the age of five, he set up his own business, picking peanuts, boiling them, and packaging them in small bags which he then walked two miles to town to sell.  He was an entrepreneur at five.

NASA is grateful to him for saving the Space Shuttle program which continues to benefit us here on earth.

His words are on the Voyager Golden Record: “This is a present from a small, distant world, a token of our sounds, our science, our images, our music, our thoughts and our feelings. We are attempting to survive our time so we may live into yours. We hope someday, having solved the problems we face, to join a community of galactic civilizations. This record represents our hope and our determination, and our good will in a vast and awesome universe.”

An Open Heart

Halcyon Days

This week is one of transition, as we, in the Northern hemisphere,  come together to honor the return of light.  The word halcyon is said to come from a mythical bird who, breeding in a nest floating at sea at the winter solstice, charms the wind and waves to calm.

My grandson loves the book Ziji: The Puppy Who Learned to Meditate, and from the photos in the book seems to associate Ziji with the Buddha.  We were at my son’s home for Christmas Day, and when grandson saw the statue of the Buddha in the gazebo in their yard, he said Ziji.  I sit with the image now, peace, a mind at peace.

I’m with the words of Edward O. Wilson:

 It is possible to spend a lifetime in a magellanic voyage around the trunk of a single tree.  

Or in a Tree!
Santa and his reindeers’ arrangement of their leftover raisin and gingerbread snack!

Winter Light

Yesterday, I walked to the beach at Tennessee Valley. The birds and flowers are resting. It’s a time to move inward and reflect on what nests within, what comes from release and connecting to birth.

I’m with these words of Annie Dillard:

We live and move by splitting the light of the present, as a canoe’s bow parts water.

I slow to split the light of the present.

A little bird chirps the way
Grounded with rocks
The ocean streams dreams
Transition
Crossing the Stream

Counterbalancing the News

Feeling a bit on edge this morning, I went to Rodeo Beach to balance where water meets rock and sand.

Anxiety’s like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you very far.   Jodi Picoult

The Lagoon
Resting!
Surfers and Pelicans
Forms
Rocks looking like shark fins
Twins
Educational facilities at Fort Cronkhite