I have a book problem. In the sense that there are more books than I have time to read, and also in the sense that I tend to collect books that I want to read, even though I haven't read all the other books that I've collected that I want to read. Two more are winging their way to me right now:
Language, Gender, and Sexuality (Scott Kiesling) (I'm letting myself a little off the hook on this one; I'm teaching my language and gender class this semester, and I have a student doing an independent study on language and queering cisgendered masculinities, so it seemed like a good resource for both of us, and our library network didn't have it, so...)
World as Lover, World as Self, Joanna Macy (this one's just for me)
What's on your book list right now?
Wednesday, September 4, 2019
Tuesday, September 3, 2019
Day 54: Back at work
One of the interesting differences between summer and the semester, for me, isn't really the amount of work - I do work more during the school year, obviously, but I also work during the summer - it's being around people all the time again. Often the same people (academic departments and colleges are like families - you're with the same people for decades - and, like families, they are more and less functional, depending on their composition at any given time).
Two quotes* that have kept running through my head last week and this week:
Hurt people hurt people.
Buddha would love boundaries.
They go together, right?
*Dudes, I'm an academic. I have tried to get good attributions for these, but I can't! I've always heard the first in the context of AA, and the second I have heard attributed to Pema Chodron. My apologies to the originators of these sentiments, if it is someone other than these.
Two quotes* that have kept running through my head last week and this week:
Hurt people hurt people.
Buddha would love boundaries.
They go together, right?
*Dudes, I'm an academic. I have tried to get good attributions for these, but I can't! I've always heard the first in the context of AA, and the second I have heard attributed to Pema Chodron. My apologies to the originators of these sentiments, if it is someone other than these.
Monday, September 2, 2019
Day 53: Talking with plants
A friend of mine just sent me a link to a neat article from the NYT. I love it because it speaks to a laundry list of magpie objects:
- What we don't know about plants could fill many books; we are surrounded by them, we eat them, they are critical to our survival on this planet, and yet we treat them as inanimate and uninteresting to a very large degree
- Scientific objectivism - so many things to say about this, including:
- the need to decolonize science
- which is related to the need to recognize other ways of exploring and knowing our world
- and also related to this funny thing science does where it's so important not to anthropomorphize that we go to the other extreme and refuse to use appropriate basic terminology to describe what we see (like not using the word "learn" to describe some plant behaviors - why not? because it maintains the specialness of humans?)
- Interconnectedness. I love the last quote in the article, about going about the world being surrounded by subjects, rather than objects. Can you imagine if we did that all the time? How differently we might be in the world? This is a broader project of decolonizing our mindsets - instead of thinking of ourselves in a top-down relationship with objects to be used, what if we thought of ourselves in reciprocal relationships with beings that had their own interests, needs, and desires?
Sunday, September 1, 2019
Day 52: On the edge
Literally. I am on the fourth edge of the blanket. Then four very short seams to connect the mitres, some ends to weave in, and the college blanket is done! I think I will make this deadline with time to spare (knock on wood).
Saturday, August 31, 2019
Day 51: The second arrow
I've been thinking a lot lately about the Buddhist teaching of the second arrow. The basic idea is that a pain happens (the first arrow), and then we pile other things onto the pain - stories, regrets, fears - and that is the second arrow.
We had a little less than five days between Tilly's diagnosis and her death. Her diagnosis came as a total shock. She was only eleven. In June, she was hiking all over the eastern Sierra with us. A little more than three weeks before her death, she had bloodwork done (pursuant to starting a medication for itchy skin), with no hint that cancer was raging through her system. But the day we got the diagnosis, xrays showed her lungs filled with tumors (and since dogs rarely get primary lung cancer, that suggested that there must have been other tumors elsewhere, probably abdominal).
She'd spent the night with the vet, waiting for the results and getting stabilized. Then we brought her home with Tramadol, drugs to help with congestion, and painkilling injections for when things started to really go downhill. I also cancelled my then-upcoming five-day silent retreat at Spirit Rock. (It was on compassion; and I was very clear that the most compassionate thing I knew to do for myself, my dog, and my family was to be here at home.) And, while my formal sitting practice frankly went to hell, I lived those five days as a practice of mindfulness. (And please note that word "practice". It means that there were a lot of nonmindful bits in there!)
The definitions of mindfulness that I cite in my classes generally involve at least these elements: moment-to-moment awareness of what is happening (this can be physical, environmental, emotional, psychological, etc), on purpose, without judgement (and, I would add, with compassion).
And that's what I tried to do.
And it was really interesting.
During those five days, there were a lot of first-arrow pains. There was the night that she went to scratch the rug next to my side of the bed as she always did before going to sleep, and she had to stop and lie down to pant because it was hard to catch her breath. And the day she couldn't get up into the car by herself anymore. All the markers of decline, all the signs that she was uncomfortable. It's hard to watch anyone we love suffering, and that causes suffering. Those things were really happening, right there in the moment, and the emotions that came with observing them were painful ones.
And then there were the second-arrow pains. Lying on the front lawn trying to get work done, with Tilly curled up in the sun next to me. A good moment. And the second arrow hits - I won't be able to do this any more. I will miss her terribly. I can't imagine my life without her. And then the realization - but she is here. I am doing this with her now. If I am present for this moment now, she is not gone. All the pain was coming from my mind being somewhere other than in the moment that was actually happening. (Except, notice, that those thoughts were actually happening and causing actual pain - something to bring non-judgemental, compassionate awareness to.)
Such an interesting thing to notice. Because here's the thing: preowning all the pain of not having her around didn't in any way lessen what I'm feeling right now. What it did do, though, was move me away from whatever peace there might be in the moments I had with her then. Isn't that interesting?
Noticing the second arrow is useful. But the definition of mindfulness suggests that we observe that second arrow without judgement (I'm such an idiot! Why am I doing that?!) or pushing away (I shouldn't feel that, I don't want to feel that!), and with compassion (this is a painful moment). Doing that made it easier to work with it, without pushing it away or blaming myself for "doing this to myself" - it's normal to think and feel all those things.
But, in that last week, the great gift of noticing was that it made it a bit easier to allow the second arrow to fall a bit more lightly and sting a little less, while being present for the whole experience. It also meant that I was able to take on board the gift of those good moments - like lying in the sun with my girl - just a little bit more.
On her last morning, as we waited for the vet to come to the house, all four of us stopped everything we were doing and came together in the living room. I sat on the floor next to Tilly while she napped in her favorite place on the cool tiles. Rick and the girls sat in their usual chairs, and we all read or sat quietly, or whatever seemed best. It was exactly the kind of quiet family moment that we all love. And for whole minutes at a time, I was able to let the second arrow go and just be in the present moment, which was a really good moment.
Since then, I keep noticing the first and second arrows. Coming home late at night and grabbing my stuff so I can hurry to the door to stop Tilly from barking and waking up the neighbors - and then realizing that I don't have to? First arrow. Putting on my walking shoes and waiting for a nose to get in the way while trying to "help"? First arrow. Imagining that I will never again find a dog like Tilly? Second arrow. Wanting MY dog back, right now, thankyouverymuch? Second arrow. Wanting reality to be something other than what it is? (Which, by the way, it turns out I want quite often - who knew?) Second arrow.
It's not that I'm not feeling how much all of this hurts. It's that watching it all rise and fall and rise and fall gives me a lot of hope that there will be fewer hurting moments in the future, and more equanimity about feeling how much it hurts now. It's a really interesting experience. My very own godawful mindfulness retreat.
We had a little less than five days between Tilly's diagnosis and her death. Her diagnosis came as a total shock. She was only eleven. In June, she was hiking all over the eastern Sierra with us. A little more than three weeks before her death, she had bloodwork done (pursuant to starting a medication for itchy skin), with no hint that cancer was raging through her system. But the day we got the diagnosis, xrays showed her lungs filled with tumors (and since dogs rarely get primary lung cancer, that suggested that there must have been other tumors elsewhere, probably abdominal).
She'd spent the night with the vet, waiting for the results and getting stabilized. Then we brought her home with Tramadol, drugs to help with congestion, and painkilling injections for when things started to really go downhill. I also cancelled my then-upcoming five-day silent retreat at Spirit Rock. (It was on compassion; and I was very clear that the most compassionate thing I knew to do for myself, my dog, and my family was to be here at home.) And, while my formal sitting practice frankly went to hell, I lived those five days as a practice of mindfulness. (And please note that word "practice". It means that there were a lot of nonmindful bits in there!)
The definitions of mindfulness that I cite in my classes generally involve at least these elements: moment-to-moment awareness of what is happening (this can be physical, environmental, emotional, psychological, etc), on purpose, without judgement (and, I would add, with compassion).
And that's what I tried to do.
And it was really interesting.
During those five days, there were a lot of first-arrow pains. There was the night that she went to scratch the rug next to my side of the bed as she always did before going to sleep, and she had to stop and lie down to pant because it was hard to catch her breath. And the day she couldn't get up into the car by herself anymore. All the markers of decline, all the signs that she was uncomfortable. It's hard to watch anyone we love suffering, and that causes suffering. Those things were really happening, right there in the moment, and the emotions that came with observing them were painful ones.
And then there were the second-arrow pains. Lying on the front lawn trying to get work done, with Tilly curled up in the sun next to me. A good moment. And the second arrow hits - I won't be able to do this any more. I will miss her terribly. I can't imagine my life without her. And then the realization - but she is here. I am doing this with her now. If I am present for this moment now, she is not gone. All the pain was coming from my mind being somewhere other than in the moment that was actually happening. (Except, notice, that those thoughts were actually happening and causing actual pain - something to bring non-judgemental, compassionate awareness to.)
Such an interesting thing to notice. Because here's the thing: preowning all the pain of not having her around didn't in any way lessen what I'm feeling right now. What it did do, though, was move me away from whatever peace there might be in the moments I had with her then. Isn't that interesting?
Noticing the second arrow is useful. But the definition of mindfulness suggests that we observe that second arrow without judgement (I'm such an idiot! Why am I doing that?!) or pushing away (I shouldn't feel that, I don't want to feel that!), and with compassion (this is a painful moment). Doing that made it easier to work with it, without pushing it away or blaming myself for "doing this to myself" - it's normal to think and feel all those things.
But, in that last week, the great gift of noticing was that it made it a bit easier to allow the second arrow to fall a bit more lightly and sting a little less, while being present for the whole experience. It also meant that I was able to take on board the gift of those good moments - like lying in the sun with my girl - just a little bit more.
On her last morning, as we waited for the vet to come to the house, all four of us stopped everything we were doing and came together in the living room. I sat on the floor next to Tilly while she napped in her favorite place on the cool tiles. Rick and the girls sat in their usual chairs, and we all read or sat quietly, or whatever seemed best. It was exactly the kind of quiet family moment that we all love. And for whole minutes at a time, I was able to let the second arrow go and just be in the present moment, which was a really good moment.
Since then, I keep noticing the first and second arrows. Coming home late at night and grabbing my stuff so I can hurry to the door to stop Tilly from barking and waking up the neighbors - and then realizing that I don't have to? First arrow. Putting on my walking shoes and waiting for a nose to get in the way while trying to "help"? First arrow. Imagining that I will never again find a dog like Tilly? Second arrow. Wanting MY dog back, right now, thankyouverymuch? Second arrow. Wanting reality to be something other than what it is? (Which, by the way, it turns out I want quite often - who knew?) Second arrow.
It's not that I'm not feeling how much all of this hurts. It's that watching it all rise and fall and rise and fall gives me a lot of hope that there will be fewer hurting moments in the future, and more equanimity about feeling how much it hurts now. It's a really interesting experience. My very own godawful mindfulness retreat.
Friday, August 30, 2019
Day 50: Friday night at Balboa
Tour of the park with the Conservancy director, food trucks, beer, and blues. Family and friends. Nuff said.
Thursday, August 29, 2019
Day 49: The mission of education
I'm in the throes of getting ready to lead a faculty learning community (FLC) about contemplative pedagogy. I've been using contemplative pedagogical methods for years now, and have been part of an FLC on this subject, but I've never led one by myself, so I'm a bit nervous. That's not what this is about though (I'm sure I'll feel compelled to write about that at some point). Nor is it about contemplative pedagogy per se (although I know I need to say what I mean by that at some point). Instead, as I was re-reading the first assignment for the FLC, I found this quote, and I just needed to share it, because it says something that I believe in completely, but that I think is usually not at all on the minds of those making decisions about education today:
"When I think about the reforms needed if higher education* is to serve our students and our world faithfully and well, I think there should be a litmus test for every project that claims to strengthen the mission of our colleges and universities. Does this proposal deepen our capacity to educate students in a way that supports the inseparable causes of truth, love, and justice? If the answer is no, we should take a pass and redouble our efforts to find a proposal that does." (emphasis mine)
- Foreword, Contemplative Practices in Higher Education: Powerful Methods to Transform Teaching and Learning (Daniel Barbezat and Mirabai Bush)
Can you imagine a world where that was the litmus test for education? The mind boggles.
*For my money, this applies to all levels of education - and perhaps should be even more important at the K-12 level.
"When I think about the reforms needed if higher education* is to serve our students and our world faithfully and well, I think there should be a litmus test for every project that claims to strengthen the mission of our colleges and universities. Does this proposal deepen our capacity to educate students in a way that supports the inseparable causes of truth, love, and justice? If the answer is no, we should take a pass and redouble our efforts to find a proposal that does." (emphasis mine)
- Foreword, Contemplative Practices in Higher Education: Powerful Methods to Transform Teaching and Learning (Daniel Barbezat and Mirabai Bush)
Can you imagine a world where that was the litmus test for education? The mind boggles.
*For my money, this applies to all levels of education - and perhaps should be even more important at the K-12 level.
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