What does the "story of the people" mean to you. Do you believe our defining mythology is changing? What have you seen to support these views?
Friday, February 15, 2013
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Today, I'm beginning a series of posts on work, fulfillment, and compensation. I've been thinking of these quite a bit lately and have some thoughts and questions to share. To get us started, I'd like to refer you to a video clip from the documentary, "Hackers Wanted." If you have some time, the entire documentary is thought provoking. Check it out and see what you think. There'll be more to come from me soon.
At any rate, theYouTube video clip is entitled, "desmond morris @ monkey painting experiment" and is narrated by Kevin Spacey. Here's the transcript for the clip:
In 1962, Desmond Morris published his book, The Biology of Art, which details his experiments teaching chimpanzees to paint. The chimps enjoyed painting immensely, and eagerly created works of energetic colors and strokes. One phase of Morris' experiment involved rewarding the chimps for producing their paintings. Whenever a chimpanzee painted, he received a peanut. Surprisingly, very soon the quality of paintings began to degenerate until the chimps produced the bare minimum that would satisfy the experimenter. Any joy found in the act of painting was lost as the chimps uncaringly slapped paint on their canvases and ran to collect their peanuts.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
This is a video for anyone who gets discouraged about "the way things are." It shows 2 people who stood up for what they believed and didn't give up even in the face of well funded opposition. It's a true answer for the question, "But, what can I do??"
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
The following day, I was in yoga class, doing a heart opening pose. My tight biceps was screaming at me and I was wondering how I could modify the pose to make it less intense. About that time, the instructor came by and gave my upper back some support. Before I could protest that I did not want to go deeper, a wave of fear washed over me. I was afraid of the pain and the potential for injury. As I watched the fear, it instantaneously dissolved and my shoulders relaxed and I softened into the pose. Next, I felt waves of sorrow and knew that I'd experienced an emotional as well as a physical release.
Today in yoga class, I had a similar experience. This time, it happened while working toward the splits, or hanumanasana. We'd been warming and stretching our hips and thighs all class, working toward the splits. My body is pretty tight in this area, so I don't really get into the splits, but I do set up some blocks and approximate the pose. As I settled into hanumanasana, my psyche used the opportunity of a physical opening to release emotions. Although I had no specific reason for the feeling, I felt tears welling up. This time, there were lots of tears and after finishing the pose, I rested on my back with my feet up the wall, allowing the emotions to flow.
As my time in savasana ended, it was time to roll onto my side into fetal position. I reminded myself of the true meaning of fetal--birth. It was time to birth a renewed self. From the powerful energetic shifts I'd experienced in my body, I knew I had truly undergone transformation. On an energetic level, I wasn't the same, but I'd also changed physically. My connective tissue had mechanically changed. My nervous system had encountered new sensory inputs. My muscles had reset their level of tension. I brought conscious awareness of this freshness to my fetal position. Then I sat up, ready to explore each present moment with mindful awareness.
There's always something emerging from the ashes or from the void. There's always new growth or experience or sensation. I intend to keep this awareness in mind and embrace the healing cycle of death and rebirth.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Usually my posts are quite personal, but lately my thoughts are focused on the world around me. I'm thinking of Japan and humanity's use of nuclear power. I'm thinking of Libya and our use of force. I'm looking around and wondering about the evolution of humanity.
It's not as if there aren't things going on for me personally. My life is a continual thread of spiritual, emotional, or physical development. It just seems trivial these days compared to the macrocosm.
A friend reminded me recently that the external world is a reflection of our collective inner worlds. What we see on the outside that seems destructive is the shadow of humanity. Ya know, I realize this is true, but the thought made me a bit exhausted. I've been actively embracing and integrating my shadow for over a decade. It's a not a pretty endeavor. Ghandi said "be the change you wish to see in the world." I'm trying. Actually, that's me being self-deprecating. (Didn't Yoda say something like, "Do not try. Do."?) I think I am doing a decent job of being the change I wish to see. It just doesn't feel enough.
I'm trusting I will have the wisdom to see me through the waves of it all. Will I balance inner and outer focus? Will I balance doing the "work" (both internally and externally) with just relaxing and taking joy in being alive? Will I be able to embrace humanity with all its darkness as well as myself and my own shadow? These are the personal questions the events of the outside world bring to me.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Ok, this video doesn't have an imbed option, so if you're interested, you'll have to follow the link. It wons tons of critical attention. I've just started watching it myself for a rainy Sunday matinee.