Monday, October 6, 2014
Listening to the soul of the natural world...
It's the rainy season and all around me nature is cycling at break neck speed: entropy/regeneration, entropy/regeneration, e/r, er, er ,er ,er, ererererererererererererererererrerer.
The ceiling of my kitchen is snowing salt from the constant leaching from the rain on my cement roof. My view from the windows is the underworld life of the backside of vines and iguana traffic. There are flashes of lightening and the rumble of God moving His furniture upstairs. Tomorrow I will vacuum the ceiling - this is normal for this time of year. The house is covered in a chaotic proliferation of blooming vines, an intricate highway for birds, frogs, rats, squirrels, snakes and iguanas. We are an ecosystem. Wally and I are the largest of the mammals with the most developed brain but we are still food and if we stopped moving the ants would pick us up and carry us out the window to be processed through a variety of industries.
This is how it is.
Here in paradise, those who have second homes close up and head north. They skip the rainy season. Before they return again they call their caretakers to chop back the wild growth that covers the front door. They come armed with strong chemicals to push back the mildew and rust and to annihilate the insects. They initiate a war on the natural world so that when they arrive in their climate-controlled cars and turn the key to their gates they can take possession of an ordered universe just like the one they just left. I realize that is all good and normal in the civilized world. I like order too and I struggle with balancing how to have a comfortable order vs the force of nature here in my jungle wonderland. My eyes are open. My tiny speck of green order will one day succumb to a Jurassic Park tsunami. Nature rules. It is tenacious and self-healing, both fierce and fragile. I don't want to fight it but to love it and find a respectful relationship in the true order of things.
I've been permanently changed by a life intimate with nature. It is why I no longer feel comfortable in cities. I can't help but see them as places where nature is conquered and enslaved - where did the rest of life go? It feels like the Left Behind series but instead of missing people it's the rest of the species - the tortoise, the falcon, the firefly? It feels wrong. I don't fault people. Nature has slowly been bred right out of our senses. It's been several generations since folks left the farm to work in cities. I am only an accidental witness, not an activist. The simple absence of asphalt has allowed the living systems to touch me up close and personal. I am captivated by a story read out loud by the leaves, written in spiderwebs, shown on the widescreen of strobing lightening storms in real time HD. Nature is God's other compelling gospel and I am a convert.
I am finding peace in nature's economy. It's a challenge to live harmoniously with everything. In the end I won't mind giving up this body to its processes to cycle again into the great and glorious re-creation.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
| There is no greatness where there is not simplicity, goodness, and truth. --Leo Tolstoy |
Sophisticated Simplicity
--by Duane Elgin, syndicated from ecoliteracy.org, Apr 29, 2014What kind of "stewardship" fits our emerging world? When we consider the powerful forces transforming our world — climate change, peak oil, water and food shortages, species extinction, and more — we require far more than either crude or cosmetic changes in our manner of living. If we are to maintain the integrity of the Earth as a living system, we require deep and creative changes in our overall levels and patterns of living and consuming. Simplicity is not an alternative lifestyle for a marginal few. It is a creative choice for the mainstream majority, particularly in developed nations. If we are to pull together as a human community, it will be crucial for people in affluent nations to embrace a deep and sophisticated simplicity as a foundation for sustainability. Simplicity is simultaneously a personal choice, a community choice, a national choice, and a species choice.
What does a life of conscious simplicity look like? There is no cookbook we can turn to with easy recipes for the simple life. The world is moving into new territory and we are all inventing as we go. For more than thirty years I've explored contemporary expressions of the simple life and I've found such diversity that the most useful and accurate way of describing this approach to living may be with the metaphor of a garden.
A Garden of Simplicity
To portray the richness of simplicity, here are eight different flowerings that I see growing in the "garden of simplicity." Although there is overlap among them, each expression of simplicity seems sufficiently distinct to warrant a separate category. These are presented in no particular order, as all are important.
1. Uncluttered Simplicity: Simplicity means taking charge of lives that are too busy, too stressed, and too fragmented. Simplicity means cutting back on clutter, complications, and trivial distractions, both material and nonmaterial, and focusing on the essentials — whatever those may be for each of our unique lives. As Thoreau said, "Our life is frittered away by detail…. Simplify, simplify." Or, as Plato wrote, "In order to seek one's own direction, one must simplify the mechanics of ordinary, everyday life."
2. Ecological Simplicity: Simplicity means choosing ways of living that touch the Earth more lightly and that reduce our ecological impact on the web of life. This life-path remembers our deep roots with the soil, air, and water. It encourages us to connect with nature, the seasons, and the cosmos. An ecological simplicity feels a deep reverence for the community of life on Earth and accepts that the nonhuman realms of plants and animals have their dignity and rights as well.
3. Family Simplicity: Simplicity means placing the well-being of one's family ahead of materialism and the acquisition of things. This expression of green living puts an emphasis on providing children with healthy role models living balanced lives that are not distorted by consumerism. Family simplicity affirms that what matters most in life is often invisible — the quality and integrity of our relationships with one another. Family simplicity is also intergenerational — it looks ahead and seeks to live with restraint so as to leave a healthy Earth for future generations.
4. Compassionate Simplicity: Simplicity means feeling such a strong sense of kinship with others that, as Gandhi said, we "choose to live simply so that others may simply live." A compassionate simplicity means feeling a bond with the community of life and being drawn toward a path of cooperation and fairness that seeks a future of mutually assured development for all.
5. Soulful Simplicity: Simplicity means approaching life as a meditation and cultivating our experience of direct connection with all that exists. By living simply, we can more easily awaken to the living universe that surrounds and sustains us, moment by moment. Soulful simplicity is more concerned with consciously tasting life in its unadorned richness than with a particular standard or manner of material living. In cultivating a soulful connection with life, we tend to look beyond surface appearances and bring our interior aliveness into relationships of all kinds.
6. Business Simplicity: Simplicity means that a new kind of economy is growing in the world, with healthy and sustainable products and services of all kinds (home-building materials, energy systems, food production, transportation). As the need for a sustainable infrastructure in developing nations is being combined with the need to retrofit and redesign the homes, cities, workplaces, and transportation systems of developed nations, it is generating an enormous wave of green business innovation and employment.
7. Civic Simplicity: Simplicity means that living more lightly and sustainably on the Earth requires changes in every area of public life — from public transportation and education to the design of our cities and workplaces. The politics of simplicity is also a media politics, as the mass media are the primary vehicle for reinforcing — or transforming — the mass consciousness of consumerism. To realize the magnitude of changes required in such a brief time will require new approaches to governing ourselves at every scale.
8. Frugal Simplicity: Simplicity means that, by cutting back on spending that is not truly serving our lives, and by practicing skillful management of our personal finances, we can achieve greater financial independence. Frugality and careful financial management bring increased financial freedom and the opportunity to more consciously choose our path through life. Living with less also decreases the impact of our consumption upon the Earth and frees resources for others.
As these eight approaches illustrate, the growing culture of simplicity contains a flourishing garden of expressions whose great diversity — and intertwined unity — are creating a resilient and hardy ecology of learning about how to live more sustainable and meaningful lives. As with other ecosystems, it is the diversity of expressions that fosters flexibility, adaptability, and resilience. Because there are so many pathways into the garden of simplicity, this self-organizing movement has enormous potential to grow....
The Choice for Simplicity
The circle has closed. The Earth is a single system and we humans have reached beyond its regenerative capacity. It is of the highest urgency that we invent new ways of living that are sustainable. The starting gun of history has already gone off and the time for creative action has arrived. With lifestyles of conscious simplicity, we can seek our riches in caring families and friendships, reverence for nature, meaningful work, exuberant play, social contribution, collaboration across generations, local community, and creative arts. With conscious simplicity, we can seek lives that are rich with experiences, satisfaction, and learning rather than packed with things. With these new ingredients in the lives of our civilizations, we can redefine progress, awaken a new social consciousness, and establish a realistic foundation for a sustainable and promising future.
Excerpted with permission from Duane Elgin, Voluntary Simplicity: Toward a Way of Life That Is Outwardly Simple, Inwardly Rich. Copyright © 2010 by Duane Elgin. Published by Harper.
Reprinted with permission. The Center for Ecoliteracy where this article originally appeared, supports and advances education for sustainable living. You can follow its work at www.twitter.com/ecoliteracy. Duane Elgin is an internationally recognized speaker and author. His books include The Living Universe, Promise Ahead, and Awakening Earth. He received the international Goi Peace Award in recognition of his contribution to a global "vision, consciousness, and lifestyle" that fosters a "more sustainable and spiritual culture."
Friday, March 14, 2014
Circles...
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| Within the Orbit of Widening Circles - Photo by Katherine Minott http://www.katherineminott.com/ |
I find myself coming full circle in more than one area of my life. Being a surrogate mother to 13 year old Chayo is an unexpected joy and a weighty responsibility. I am drawn to motherless children and I know its challenges, joys and heartaches well enough to want to be tempted to bolt, but here I am.
A young friend who is pregnant is sharing her life with us and again I feel this as another circle coming to ripen. Nearly forty years after birthing my son at home I find that I still have the impulse, impetus and enthusiasm for midwifery - not just the aspects of delivery, the care and preparation of becoming a mother and nurturing a developing baby, but the wonder-miracle and mystery of welcoming life. I have become aware that I still carry seeds of longing in my body - that people I know be birthed into their own unique giftedness. I meet my pregnant-self again as my friend shares her growing-self with us.
I am feeling the changes of aging and wondering the wisdom of pushing my body, hands and stamina to the brink. It is soul-work to distill my energies, funneling them more deliberately in the direction of being true to what is important rather than what seems urgent. This is a closing of a circle in the sense that I am re-turning to what is essential, clearing away the inner obstacles to what is calling me, refining/defining/divining me.
Lent begins every year with this scripture from Joel:
“return to me with all your heart,
with fasting and weeping and mourning.”
Rend your heart
and not your garments.
Return to the Lord your God,
for he is gracious and compassionate"
and not your garments.
Return to the Lord your God,
for he is gracious and compassionate"
I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.
I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I've been circling for thousands of years
and I still don't know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?
Book of Hours, I 2 by Rainer Maria Rilke
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Feast of Epiphany
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| A Scene from The Nativity Story |
The
festivities of the Christmas season are winding down. Chayo and Roberto returned to school
today.
As I drove Chayo down to the
village in the morning darkness to catch the bus we were captivated by a bright star over
the ocean. Maybe it was the morning
star.
I thought
of yesterday’s celebration of the magi and how they ventured out on an epic
journey because of an extraordinary congruence of planets – a pretty crazy idea.
I watch
for the star as I weave under the trees and cross the river into the village.
What star am I following? What
kind of crazy hope is my goal?
Then I
have an epiphany, and that is what the feast of the magi is called, Epiphany! It means an
appearance or manifestation. What crazy kind of synchronization is this?
My
epiphany is that I am on a journey
and Christ, who is also called the Morning Star, is my Star; and the camel I’m
riding is a radical, looney faith that is supposed to traverse this desert
journey through a world gone mad.
I heard a
song on the radio the other day and the refrain, “a heart full of
hope”, resonated in me.
I thought, Hey, it feels good to have gotten this old and to still feel
this way.
It turns
out that the lyrics are “a heart full of holes". That
could have been my song too but my heart is pretty well patched.
As I
opened the gate to return to the house I had another epiphany. It came on slow
like the dawn's light coming over the mountain.
It feels right to have Chayo in our lives. It’s crazy too. We had different ideas for slow-living but I find myself softened to what is happening,
open to something-someone we hadn’t even thought to ask for.
The image of following a star is how I enter the New Year. We
all have eyes on the horizon of the morning
sky to see what light rises to illuminate the way ahead. I am feeling
tremendously grateful for a sense of joy and anticipation over what is coming this
year.
May a star rise above you to guide you through this year too. May you have a feast of epiphanies, new ways of seeing the things that are already true and on their way to you.
Friday, December 20, 2013
This has been our Advent...
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| Chayo, after baptism yesterday |
| Beuatiful Roberto and friend of the family, Katya |
Specifically, we have been preparing for Chayo and Roberto's baptism. This is a process that began back in February and propelled us into a new career, that of being spiritual parents. Wally and I were earnest in assuming this for Leah, our 2 year old goddaughter, but then there were her older brother and sister who were floundering in the aftermath of their mother's death. The answer at the time seemed to be the church, the center of life in their village. The church could become the family and structure that they were lacking. That's where we began this journey. Chayo and Robert wanted to be baptized but they had not been to catechism which begins when children are 6. They were too old to join the classes but the priest said that if they were to be tutored and tested monthly, that if they came to mass weekly, that he would baptize them. So I said I would do it. Had I given it a lot of consideration I would have had plenty of reasons to find someone better suited. I hate to drive, I hate to leave my home, I don't speak Spanish well enough for exegesis and I already have a full-time occupation on the farm, but everything in me said "YES". So we began meeting each week for study and again for mass and at the end of each month we met with the priest. In these months of preparation we have been knit together. We have grown famil-y-ar. We are family now.
Earlier this week in preparation for their baptism they made their confession. As I sat in the back of the church looking at the backs of their heads, the way they leaned forward to listen and speak to the priest, how beauty rested gently on them, I saw them through their mother's eyes. I felt the fullness of hope and expectation. I felt peace.
The baptism was a concentrated gathering: the priest, Chayo, Roberto, their father and grandfather and us, the god-parents. It was a perfect coming together that tied the yarn off of what had become accomplished. It was good.
Each week in Advent a candle is lit to represent an aspect of preparation for the coming of the Messiah. Last Sunday the pink candle of joy was lit. Before that the candles of hope and love, and this Sunday, the final week, peace. As a whole, these candles represent the coming of light into the world.
This has been our Advent experience.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Advent - a meditation on hope
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| The Annunciation by Henry O. Tanner |
How can anyone know what is ahead. This is how I am feeling these days. I am waking up to a compressed longing for things to be better in the world and in particular for a few loved ones. Perhaps the answer is in timing, like pregnancy. Things are ready when there is ripening. So much has to happen and be coordinated and that is where the waiting and expectation come into play. First there has to be hope and then there is preparation with the expectation that it will come to pass.
I am having a baby shower for something birthing in my soul...I don't know what the baby is yet, but I feel this stirring anticipation. I want to be ready, I want it to be good so there's preparation: cleaning, beautifying, refining, joy to cultivate into booties for my hope when it comes.
Yesterday I heard of a woman giving birth 4 weeks early. The baby was taken by caesarean because of fetal distress. The mother hadn't been eating and she and the baby were dehydrated. The baby was long but very low in weight and having to start its fragile life in an incubator.
Is this what happens when we don't care for our hope, does it slow the time of ripening, could it shrivel to death? Doesn't hope, like a fetus, depend on daily nurturing?
And this makes me wonder: is this what is lacking and why the world is not getting better? s the second Advent on hold for more hope-ers so that the world's hope can ripen?
Wait, hope and see.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Thanksgiving
This has been a good year with the farm growing in ways that we can see and enjoy. The trees are maturing and making flowers and fruit. Wally made an addition to our guest house and made it so much nicer. We made changes to our house too, making our living room into an art studio for me and a bedroom for our god daughter, Chayo - yes, our family has grown too. A new source of water coming from the mountains and crossing our land has been another great blessing. In fact, this has been a year of expansion. We are feeling a kind of happy anticipation but we don't know what could be ahead, only that now is full and we are thankful.
| New art studio |
| Studio and Chayo's room - a shared space |
Wally has become the go-to-guy for everything that doesn't work in the gringo community. That keeps him on a learning curve with man's high- tech toys. If he isn't familiar with it he figures it out by studying it on the internet and now he often knows more than the experts because his experience is much broader and hands-on. I am exceedingly proud of him because I see him behind the scenes teaching himself how to repair and rebuild things better. From computers and satellite antennas to converting his fuel-injected Porsche to a basic carburetor - he always sees how things could be better. But then he is a special genius.
My week has a more predictable routine. I pick up Chayo for the weekend on Friday. Saturday we prepare for selling at the farmer's market which is every Sunday morning and attend church. I am teaching Chayo about finances through a hair bow business. She works long hours making beautiful bows while I bake and she sells them along side my cakes at the farmer's market. On Monday I take her to the school bus and then later in the afternoon I teach catechism to 10 lively kids between the ages of 12 and 14.
And so we are looking to a new year with hope and expectation. Which is what we wish for you. Savor this season. I end with a poem:
I have been trying to read
the script cut in these hills—
a language carved in the shimmer of stubble
and the solid lines of soil, spoken
in the thud of apples falling
and the rasp of corn stalks finally bare.
The pheasants shout it with a rusty creak
as they gather in the fallen grain,
the blackbirds sing it over their shoulders in parting,
and gold leaf illuminates the manuscript
where it is written in the trees.
Transcribed onto my human tongue
I believe it might sound like a lullaby,
or the simplest grace at table.
across the gathering stillness
simply this: “For all that we have received,
dear God, make us truly grateful.”.
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