A Practice or a Habit?

photo by Lisa LindahlSo here I have been outlining how to engage in the Practice of True Beauty.  And why.  But have you ever wondered what the differences are between a “practice” and a “habit”?

A habit is a routine.  While it may have begun with intention, it no longer needs thought behind it — it is part of one’s Automatic Pilot dashboard.  It achieves some task:  teeth get brushed.

A practice is just that – practice.  It implies “rehearsal” for something more real?, permanent?, or better done that will occur at another time/place/space.  A practice also implies it has been taken on with an intention attached to it.  Part of that intention is to improve over time.  I don’t think of my habits as necessarily having an element of improving.

A Caution about Practices

However, engaging in a practice may sometimes get in one’s way.  In his book  The Exquisite Risk, Daring to Live an Authentic Life, poet and philosopher Mark Nepo puts it well:

All the practice in the world can’t instigate enlightenment or revelation. It can only make us ready vessels for when these moments occur. … practice implies practice for something, usually a readying of the self…for the unexpected moment of life…

“vessels for…the unexpected moment of life…”   Why do we practice meditation?  Why do we introduce the practice of going to the gym each day?  We must not forget the purpose behind the practice.

“Like Uncle Sam!” Lou says.  “Remember all those times we had to eat cold Thanksgiving dinner because of waiting for him?  He was always having to get his run in after he meditated for an hour, and meanwhile the whole family had to wait for him before sitting down — and Aunt Grace seemed always to time the turkey to be ready just as he went out the door, remember?  When I was little it confused me like mad!  When I got older I was really annoyed.  Hungry!  I mean really — one day outta the year you can’t change your schedule dude?”

I commiserated with Lou, having privately thought the same thing, and wondering why his sweet wife hadn’t thought to time her meal differently — or let us go ahead without him.  Sam’s rigid meditation-cum-run devotion had not seemed to deepen his well of compassion or cooperation.  Ah, well.  Things change.  We’ve moved away and now have our own hot Thanksgiving dinner, sans Sam and Grace.  Still, I miss them, actually.

Lou is still thinking out loud about habits and practices…

“But habits — hey, we have to do something when we close down the screen, right? Before your Big Mr. Universe comes knocking at our door, beckoning us out into the cosmos! I can just see Mr. Universe! Big Hairy – oh, oh! Okay, MS. Universe. Hairy Ms. Uni — Oh! Oh! OKAY. The Universe has no gender? What?”

By this time I am hitting Lou over the head with a pillow from my chair. He squeals and runs out laughing and yelling something about pacificism and beauty and practicing what I preach.

But Lou, as usual, has a point. With the TV, computer, phone off and our automatic pilot off — that Captain of Habitual Activity — we might as well choose to intentionally practice something.  So let’s practice True Beauty. It really does include a great deal of variety: Being funny, being quiet, walking or swimming or some such, any kind of art or production, looking at everything, hanging out with friends, giving and getting some loving – not too difficult, eminently satisfactory.

For once, Lou might agree with me.

Meanwhile though, make sure that in the name of your “practice”, you are not avoiding life.  Life, with all its glory, it’s messiness, and oh yes — it’s unexpected sprouts and spouts.

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Studio Art – Making, Playing, Exploring

Spent the last week in a friend’s Vermont art studio

here’s the doorway into the studio……..

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Doesn’t this doorknob give you a hint what’s going on inside?…

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We had fun,

And actually made some stuff…

IMG_8269Can you tell I was inspired by being in Vermont?  Not necessarily original subject matter…but Beauty needn’t be original or unusual to be inspiring, be beautiful.

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This is a “try-out” newsprint area…pretty neat!  I love the freedom to explore, try things out, with no expectation or need to produce a “satisfactory” final “product” (though I did!)

This is the view of the river we look at when we sit outside for our lunch break…and it was warm enough in the sun to do that; not always the case in October!

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From inside the studio we see the view as well.  It really is a magical place to work, with lovely people.

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Oh, thank you thank you thank you to all the gods & goddesses & muses & fairy godmothers & teachers & elves & sprites that encourage, bestow, inspire and nourish the creative spirit in us!   O Thank You!    

Mrs. Smith

“Y’know, Mrs. Smith thinks you’re full of it.”

My friend Lou has just come crashing through my door with this announcement.  I look up from my keyboard and raise my eyebrows at him in what I hope is a questioning expression…  he flops down across from me.

“Well, she didn’t put it exactly that way.”

“I hope not.”

“She just said that reading your blog made her realize ‘that there were still optimists with rose-colored glasses out there in the world today. ‘  You know that tone she can use sometimes?  Then she went on to say something about most people being asleep or some such.  I dunno; I didn’t understand that part.”

photo by Lisa LindahlI am juggling annoyance, amusement and then slight amazement that Mrs. Smith would choose to share her insights with Lou.  Well, with Lou only; I love a spirited discussion.   So it occurs to me to ask,  “Lou, do you think most people are walking around sort of asleep to life & livingness, or awake and aware to it and its potential?”
Lou rolls his eyes at me.  “Jeesh!  What did I just walk in on!  A pop quiz?  What do you mean, asleep?  awake?”

“Well, they are terms that have come indicate consciousness, really.  Someone who might be referred to as “asleep” is not questioning the meaning of life, or of their life any way.  They are content with how things are; or if not content, don’t see that it can be changed or that they themselves can change.  That’s pretty much how I understand it I anyway.  To be “awake” means to be aware that there is a field of infinite possibilities out there/in here… and exploring all that means — responsibilities as well as dogma.  To me, someone that is awake is a seeker.

“Oh yeah!” Lou exclaims, “I’ve heard this riff from you before!  It’s how you justify your — whaddaya call it?– your ‘commitment to dissatisfaction?’  Always looking, looking, questioning and questioning!” We both laugh; me a bit self-consciously.  “But, okay, I get what you are trying to say:  zombies vs. guru-wanna-bes.”

Now I laugh in earnest.  Lou has such an insouciant and often on-point way of putting things.  Sometimes it can be painful.   “Yes, Lou, I guess you might say that — though it’s a bit unflattering to both parties.   Don’t you think “asleep” and “awake” is a bit better?  They are states that aren’t static, but can change from one to another and back again.  But the nomenclature isn’t the point.  I want to know what you think:  are most people asleep or awake/awakening?  What do you think?”

“Well, the people I hang out with?  Mostly awake.  Definitely.  Guru wanna-bes.  Or really, in our age group, looking for a guru if they haven’t found theirs already.   Pretty insufferable really.”

I purse my lips at him and make a face.  Really, I’m trying not to laugh yet again.  I do love Lou.  I have lots of hope for the younger generations.  But then, I may wear rose-colored glasses.

What do you think?  These days are most people asleep or awakening?

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Bye Beautiful Summer… A Gallery

Dear Summer,

          Until we meet again…

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                    Love,    Lisa

ps:  I haven’t forgotten the images from Mother Emmanuel AME Church, or Baltimore, or Ferguson… they live in my soul,  and inform my voice (as my friend Jess points out).  But Summer, I choose to celebrate your beauty here.

Does Mainstream Media Create An Unhealthy “Reality?”

Media Hysteria, Gloom & Doom: A Rant

Whether calling it intention, prayer or “manifesting desire” it is a fairly well accepted concept these days that thought – intention — has the power to effect, even create, our reality.  While I believe that intention does influence our reality,  I think it is not in the obvious manners many might think, or that pop-wisdom promotes….  It is not about visualizing a new bicycle and somehow magically getting one.  Uh-uh.

If our thoughts have power to create reality, or the collective form-illusion we agree upon as reality, then these days it would appear that societally we are busy intending destruction – anticipating evil, birthing bad guys. We are, in fact, risking creating the worse-case scenario —  assuming that to think otherwise is somehow naïve, ignorant.

A while ago there was a television show being aired called “Jericho.” Currently it can be found through one of the many streaming/on demand venues. Like many such shows since it is about the destruction of the world as we know it — in this case due to a series of mysterious nuclear explosions set in major cities in the US and Europe. The show centers on a small farming town in Kansas. Is this a heartwarming show of hope and survival, about neighbor helping neighbor facing similar troubles in dire times? About inventiveness, how to turn now anachronistic electric-powered machines into useful chicken coops? About clever people pulling together to create a new way of living? About mankind transcending ultimate challenges? About rebuilding civilization and what that might look like within a totally new paradigm? No; of course not. It is about fear, greed, war and man’s inhumanity to man. The credo touted is “get the other guy before he gets you” not “do unto others as you would have them do unto you…”

Some producers, “creative directors,” writers and business heads choosing, again, some more, to highlight primarily the negative, if not only the negative. Why? Where is it proven that this gets more viewers than a script that shows some balance: the generosity, bravery, thoughtfulness, inventiveness and yes, silliness of humanity as well as the fear, cowardice and evil.

What if we are falling into a trap by being so suspicious, wary and skeptical? By listening to the evening news?  By tuning in to shows whose main characters are driven by greed and power-grabs, where the action is murder, rape and war.  By believing all the gloom, doom and seeming trivialization of evil on TV?

We’ve been taught, haven’t we, that it is – what — unsophisticated? shallow? to “accentuate the positive, ignore the negative” as the old 1940’s song lyrics go. But I believe we are doing ourselves and our world tremendous damage by doing the opposite, by accentuating the negative and not only ignoring the positive but actively repressing it while glorifying virtually any bad news there is to be had on the planet.

When disaster does happen the media is quick to tell us about it and show us the looting and shootings, but not then moving appropriately to the many people helping each other, rescuing pets and children, sharing food and blankets. How is it even possible to know which – the helping or the hindering – is the dominant response?

From my personal experience (i.e., repeatedly being in the dangerous circumstance of being alone and unconscious while having epileptic convulsions), albeit small and in no way “statistically significant,” it is the former — the helping — that predominates. For all those times I have been so vulnerable – whether in New York City, Bangkok, Tahiti, or Vermont – no one has ever physically harmed me or even lifted my wallet. I’ve been taken to hospitals, covered with bypasser’s coats, cradled on a stranger’s lap; called the next day by the waitress who happened to witness my “episode.”

When information and “news” was local the nature of the news was confined to a particular area or region.  Newspapers might cover one, maybe three towns.  And while national and world news had a page, its information would, literally, be yesterday’s news. The local paper delivered news of weather, local organizations and community events and leaders.  Local events were front page headlines.  The impact of said news remained local – whether good or devastating. Neighbors helped; they grieved or celebrated with you.   One town might have a fire, another the Annual Bazaar, yet another’s major news may be about a new road being built through town.  Of critical import:  The attention mass of one community was different from another’s.

With the advent of technology and instant communication around the globe, news of events can be known everywhere – its impact visually transmitted and felt. The event’s attendant “reality” is made more dense by the awareness, the thoughts replicated by all the thought-wave patterns emitted almost simultaneously by all the watchers, by all of our attention-units. Not only our collective unconscious, but a collective consciousness is being formed and massed. This attention massing is a powerful force.

This would be serious enough, if the situation stood as neutrally as that. If we were all left to receive the information and process it as individuals.  But it doesn’t and we aren’t. There are many interpreters of the world’s events telling us what happened and what to think about it. The negative is too often what is highlighted. On the publicist’s yardstick Sensationalism has risen above Worthiness. “The Media” as it has come to be known, with its “spin,” as well as politicians, corporations and their personnel are all helping to create the effect that is being experienced by so many minds at once, felt in so many guts at once, resonating or repulsing in so many hearts – at once. What are we, in fact, “creating”?

If I have not made my point yet, think of the Twin Towers in NY in 2001 and the unceasingly – for days — repeated photo footage of impact and the destruction.  The coverage did not rapidly progress to footage of people helping others, to the food stands, and clean-up crews. No, it numbingly repeated, with dramatic voice-over, flames bursting and bodies falling, with dire predictions of more to come.

Or pictures of war – any war. There is the function of being informed, and there is the act of being invaded, psychically invaded. Then there is the sheer absurdity — remember the media circus that was the trial and subsequent behaviors of O.J. Simpson? Or the Princess of Wales’ death and funeral?

I choose decades-old examples here for two reasons:  first, to not perpetrate that which I am protesting, and second but most importantly, to bring to awareness just how long this has been going on.  We are and have been being beaten over our psychic heads with disasters – both faux disasters, those sensationalistic non-news events that we are told are in immediate need of our attention, as well as those that are, sadly, too real enough.

Let’s forget News for a moment and get back to what is supposed to pass for “entertainment.”  Given the plethora of criminal shows one study has it that by the age of 14, most children in the US will have witnessed over 4,000 “murders,” thanks to “screens” – TV and otherwise. The number enlarges significantly when the category changes to “violent crimes.” And let’s not lightly pass over TV advertising. Which disorder, inadequacy, disease do we have to worry about possibly contracting and (by buying the product) making better this week?

We have been increasingly enculturated and socialized with Fear. As the population has grown, so too have the societal control techniques that use fear and intimidation. While we can always “turn off the tube,” or shut down the screen the truth is that most of us don’t.  And one statistic has it that 98{d26b639eb74f8edb8884074db06109d949b84d3d1d14796b516693be64172811} of all U.S. households have a T.V.

I must work hard, here, at being and staying amazed rather than becoming deeply offended at what our culture has produced in the form of the mass media that infuses us with fear.   I fear for the minds and hearts and souls of the people, especially the children, plugged into its toxic flow.

If we choose to revere True Beauty we will not be able to give our attention to such news or entertainment, and perhaps we can start to reverse the current.

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True Beauty and Epilepsy

One of the oldest chronicled disorders, Epilepsy has been steeped in stigma and myth. Those who have it IMG_0010are described as “afflicted” and often face very real forces and forms of discrimination and ridicule. I  believe this is due in great part to three basic characteristics of Epilepsy:

The first characteristic is its episodic nature; it remains hidden, “invisible” to others for what can be long periods of time.  When a seizure occurs, then, it can feel like a betrayal to both the person having it as well as anyone viewing it.  This can erode confidence.

The second is its lack of uniformity: with seizures taking so many forms it is hard to categorize and simplify.  To know “for sure” what it looks like, feels like or how it will “present” to use medical parlance.  Even in one person’s life his or her seizure type can evolve and change over time.  This undercuts predictability.

The third characteristic is its resistance to being known: there is no cure, in 80{d26b639eb74f8edb8884074db06109d949b84d3d1d14796b516693be64172811} of cases there is no known cause (called ‘idiopathic’ epilepsy) and too often medication is only partially effective. Epilepsy refuses to be controlled; it is very mysterious. This can create fear.

Betrayal, unreliablity, unpredictable, mysterious…

These characteristics are, I believe, the primary contributors to epilepsy’s stigma. People distrust what they cannot understand. They don’t like to be fooled (“She was fine just a minute ago!”) or surprised (“It all happened so quickly”) or frightened (“That convulsion was the scariest thing I ever saw; my friend looked positively possessed!”). Further, doctors and parents don’t like to be defeated when they try, repeatedly, to help. As a culture we are uncomfortable with the mysterious. And no one likes to be afraid.

What has all this to do with Beauty or a possible practice of True Beauty in everyday living?  Bear with me while I try to share the connection as it occurred for me.

After selling my entrepreneurial business to big biz of corporate America, I had a bit of time on my hands.

It transpired that I came to volunteer with the Epilepsy Foundation of America, serving on their National Board of Directors. Prior to this I’d lived quietly, privately with epilepsy all my life.  It was a surprise, therefore, to discover that there was a whole community of people active, interested and educated about epilepsy. A patient advocacy group, even!  They actually talked about it!  And I had so much to learn about epilepsy, which felt odd; a condition that had so circumscribed my life, my being so out of the loop — not even knowing there was a loop!

It also came as a surprise that I had so much to contribute to this community.  Back then the Foundation’s Board was made up mostly of medical practitioners, businessmen and some lawyers.  It turned out that I was the first “consumer” — person with epilepsy — to be elected to the board.

I loved my work there.  As a representative of the Foundation I traveled around the country as a public speaker, sort of Epilepsy’s “poster girl of success,” to educate others and raise money for various local Foundation affiliates.  Unemployment and underemployment are major issues for people with epilepsy.  My story of starting a business, working long hard hours, work-related travel, managing and inspiring employees both in-house and across the country — it was a story that flew in the face of the idea that it was difficult to employ a person with epilepsy or work around their issues.

This proved to be an important puzzle piece for me — my public participation in what had been a very private circumstance; public revelation of a private struggle.

 Action, not abstraction.   Being visible, not invisible.   Vocal, not silent.

It was not easy, at first, to find and publicly tell my “real” truth. I came to be able to articulate what I had inherently known: while not pretty, or convenient, and sometimes brutal and deadly, epilepsy nonetheless transfers its own gifts. It can confer a kind of wisdom through its particular perspective. As an alternate way into knowingness, epilepsy can be pretty efficient. To acknowledge this was a significant milestone in my spiritual perspective and development.  And I was saying out loud what many others with epilepsy inherently knew.  In facing epilepsy we become strong.  We are capable.  We are not perfect, but who is?  We are often sophisticated problem-solvers…we have to be.

In my universe, it revealed the connections as well as the distinctions between Truth and Appearances. And this distinction is a key component of True Beauty.   It was through the topic of epilepsy that I was able to make the leap from inner truth to outer connection, between revelation and the dispelling of despair. Around the topic of this ancient and misunderstood disorder I was able to articulate — first for myself, then for others – the integral uselessness of “appearances” in the face of strong self-knowledge.

It may seem obvious, but to the person struggling with the stigma attached to a seizure disorder, it is not at all obvious. Nor does self-knowledge come easily; especially when the doctors don’t have many of the answers for the physical or emotional side of the equation.  Do you know that certain types of epilepsy are believed to effect personality?  Try that confusing discussion/possibility on for size when you are a hormone-ridden, answer-seeking teen-age girl.

I hope many get it: their assumptions about epilepsy, the appearance of epilepsy need not be its truth, their truth.  The eventual truth/outcome.  When delivering speeches I would see eyes light up; hope enter in; parents laugh.  The dismantling of that assumption, that “automatic pilot” sort of thinking helped create the connection for others, I believe, between Truth, Appearance, and yes — Beauty.

It was humbling to realize that it was in part my story, my experience that held power for others.   That to hear me — one of “them” – gave hope and inspired courage. Further, my marketing and communications expertise, garnered over the years in the business world, now allowed me to help the Foundation re-frame and re-tell the story of Epilepsy; undo some of the preconceived notions that have been handed down generation after generation.

Through the experience of having seizures I have been exposed to and learned so much. To name a few: altered states of consciousness that led to deeper understandings; the ephemeral nature of my own existence; confrontation of one’s own fears – real, imagined and a combination of two; the poignant beauty of existence; the hierarchy of importances – personal and otherwise.

The expression of my truth and being as a person with epilepsy helped to dispel stigma, brought new hope and created realizations for others. It brought light, a truth, into a dark and ignored corner.  This was, to me, a form of the beautiful.  How?  It was contributing to harmony, where before there had been discord.

Then, this sharing my life story with others and having it be meaningful to them –   what a gift! It got me thinking about how to “universalize” the lessons, about my conviction about Beauty, and how it was present elsewhere in everyday life. Had others thought about this? Written about it?

Circuitous though it may seem, it was my first inkling that Beauty could, indeed, be a practice, like meditation, or running, or…

The nine years at the Epilepsy Foundation gave me back so much more than I gave. Not to be hyperbolic, it transformed my “profane” success in the consumer-goods world into a tool for a more sacred work. I experienced a non-visual expression of Beauty on another sort of canvas. And it was powerful. It was a deeper understanding — and it has led me into what I am now calling The Way of Beauty.

Yahoooooooo!

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The Happy Critic – An Oxymoron?

Can one be critical and find contentment?

Can one be content when it is a character trait to always see how something might be improved?  Could be changed for the “better”?  I am referring to constructive criticism, not the snarky “Oh she shouldn’t wear that dress with those hips” kind.  And the definition of content and contentment as I am using them here is to be happy with present circumstances, how they present themselves, satisfied with the status quo.  Is such contentment a prerequisite for happiness?

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There’s the question.

Must one be content in order to be happy?  Can one be discontent and genuinely happy?  Well, yes, in a way.  I am thinking of those who are motivated by curiosity and the need to solve a puzzle or similar challenge.  A theorist or scientist who is not content with the status quo in his/her field, so is actively (and happily) pursuing alternate theories/proofs.  Aren’t all politicians happy hollering about what’s wrong and betting their future employment on their ability to express their discontent most convincingly?  (Specific solutions being in short supply in such diatribes.)  These are situations where the lack of satisfaction with the status quo actually supplies purpose and happiness to a person.  So to have a critical analytical mind is an asset, a good thing.  One may be a ‘professional critic’ and a content person.

But I’ve digressed a bit.  I really think  this question as I am addressing it boils down to a question of one’s attitude about perfection. What is the tolerance for non-perfection?  Whatever ‘perfection’ is perceived to be.  And if one is always striving for the next level towards perfection, and therefore never content with the status quo… then  he/she may be deemed a chronic critic, or as one person put it:  “deeply devoted to being dissatisfied.”   Hmmm.

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And in such a perpetual state, is it possible to find chronic contentment as well?

So, is the ability to be critical a bad energy or a good one?  A negative force or a force for change?  I guess it depends on, aside from how the message is delivered, the fundamental purpose behind the reach for perfection.

And let’s face it:  perfection is an existential ideal.  If it does exist, it is ephemeral.  Not static. Life is gloriously, artistically, dynamically messy — always in a state of flux.

If you are one that tends to reacher for perfection, are you able to distinguish between that quest for perfection and your own personal level of contentment and happiness which allows for imperfections — the spice of life, not the bane?

I am one of those.  And I am learning everyday to enjoy the spice, while trying to keep it in the “mild” category, alas.

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Too much “Progress”?

“Progress is our most important product” was GE’s slogan when I was growing up.  Progress.  To move forward, right?  It is advancement in general, implying some higher, better state.  Right?

Perhaps progress as a goal in and of itself has become an anachronism.

When is enough, enough?  When did the concept of more get confused with the concept of better? Of progress?

When you sharpen a pencil too far, it breaks.  When you whip the cream too long, it becomes butteIMG_7663r.  Now butter is not a bad thing, it’s just not so great on strawberries.  There is a “sweet spot” in most dynamic systems, a point at which the balance between all competing tensions works — creates harmony, before it whips out into chaos again.

More is not always better.  Bigger is not always better.  Slow is waaaay better than fast in quite a few activities.  And keeping up with the “neighbors” has too much to do with ego and too little to do with a self-referential sense of worth and values — the “self” here being societal as well as individual.

Now I am no economist and I am probably out of my depth here, but seems to me that our societal expectation and goal of an ever-expanding economy may be outmoded.  Aren’t there other ways to create and sustain a healthy economy than expansion that demands more, more, more?  Is it a true measure, even, of health?  To look at how things are these days, I don’t think so.  No.  I don’t think so.

But please don’t misunderstand me.  I am profoundly aware — and I like to think grateful — of this time and place of abundance and freedom I am privileged to be living in.  I am just worried about where we are going.  It is the visionary cosmologist in me.

It all depends, I suspect, on one’s more specific targets and definitions of said “progress.”  Is it progress to have more than six choices of beer at ready in the store?  Shall we progress into the dark matter of space?  Will our children progress from pharma infused video game pros to vegan auto didactics?  Shall we progress into an enlightened species where welfare entitlements and the uber wealthy are both things of the past?  Shall we progress from racism to speciesism?  Shall we progress into a debt laden country beyond whatever comes after the Trillions?  Shall we make butter of all  our cream?  And think that progress?  Be happy and fulfilled?

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Bit o’ History — Aestheticism

IMG_0693As I’ve mentioned before, the notion of the importance of Beauty is not new.  The Aestheticism movement of the late 1800s  in Europe and America caused quite a stir.  It posited that beauty was above concepts such as right and wrong.  Aestheticism adherents eventually evolved their own brand of elitist hierarchy, however.  I say “however” since a hierarchy to me implies a sense of righteousness, of superiority — an assumption of right-er vs. lesser, if you will.

Aestheticism was “art-centric.”  Based in the philosopher Emmanuel Kant, following the French “l’art pour l’art,” under the Aestheticism banner the concept of beauty became too synonymous with art.  True Beauty is not confined to or articulated by “art” alone.  Further, in Aestheticism there is an assumption that nature’s own beauty (think composition, colors, material combinations) itself is in need of improvement through man’s orchestration.  I find this arrogant at worst, and at its best simply a developmental phase in humankind.  Or so I might like to think.

One of Aestheticism’s better known spokesmen was Oscar Wilde.  Born in 1854, Wilde lectured often and

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vociferously on the importance of art and beauty in people’s everyday lives.  He is quoted as saying “We spend our days looking for the secret of life.  Well, the secret of life is art.”  (Once again inferring that art and beauty are synonymous).  He also said “Even a color-sense is more important in the development of the individual than a sense of right and wrong.”  Hmmm.

This movement emerged in response, in part, to the ugly influences of utilitarianism and the then newly flourishing industrial revolution.  But I see such a prominent paradox.  While proclaiming that all should have beauty/art in their everyday lives, this crowd perceived themselves as superior to the group that would come to be classified as the “working class.”  An artist, a creator of beauty was considered superior.  Yet so many of those who had previously been the “crafters” or makers of furniture, paints, metal work, woodwork, fine art glass, etc. — many of them were now in the factories.  But , oh!, were no longer considered to have enough “taste” to appreciate “The Arts” as conceived by Aestheticism’s aesthetes.  While lauding art for art’s sake, Aestheticism’s adherents did not appear capable of recognizing the ubiquitous eternal nature of Beauty or the diversity of its makers and fans.

Hence, while eschewing the notions of right and wrong in favor of beauty and art on one hand, they were busily creating an elitist group and attitude that shut out entire populations based on their “everyday living” rather than on their sensibilities, talents, or (dare I say?) appreciation of art.

Aestheticism as a movement of the 19th century seems an good example of blinkered arrogance raising its nasty head in relation to the promulgation of the concept of beauty.  It started with a noble intent, yet refused the broader and spiritual component that could provide the far-reaching healing for humankind.  It had the idea correct — Beauty is transcendent — but the execution wrong.  It’s not just about “art,” and certainly not about the sculpting and supposed improvement of the wild.  It is not only about refuting the current cultural trends in morality.  It is not just “l’artiste” who can sense or create beauty.

The sheer universality of Beauty’s truth appears to have been missed by Wilde and his cohorts.  But they may have been on the right track.  Now we must make some corrections and move forward.

There is a principle in organizational development circles, “Just because an idea (or product, or process) didn’t work earlier, doesn’t mean it won’t work now.  Review and re-evaluate.”  Beauty and its transcendent nature is an idea whose time has always been, and now hopefully we are mature enough as beings, able enough and conscious enough to review, re-evaluate and go forward anew — recognizing the inherent importance of True Beauty for all: human, planet, universe.

Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing    

There is a field    

I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass  

The world is too full to talk about.        

~Rumi

photo by Lisa Z. Lindahl

 

Forgiveness

The concept of forgiveness is in the forefront of virtually everyone’s mind where I live — Charleston, SC.

What is forgiveness?  As life’s more bitter events deal their blows, the nature of forgiveness rises in importance, as does the “how to” of the actual act of forgiving.  To truly forgive is not an intellectual exercise; it involves one’s viscera.

Charleston’s newspaper, The Post and Courier, ran an article on July 4th about forgiveness.  The article, “‘I forgive you.’ Could you forgive someone accused of killing someone you loved?” asked local religious leaders that question.  In so doing their thoughts about the nature of forgiveness, the act of forgiving, the forgiver vs. the one being forgiven are expressed.  Regardless of your religious affiliations or lack thereof, they are thought provoking and worth repeating: 

Excerpted from The Rev. Cress Darwin’s response (of the Second Presbyterian Church, Charleston):

What forgiveness is not:

  • Thinking that what happened was OK.
  • Condoning the unkind, inconsiderate, hateful, or selfish behavior of someone who hurt you.
  • Forgetting.

So what is it?

  • forgiveness is the experience of peace and understanding in the present moment.
  • forgiveness does not change the past, but changes the present.
  • forgiveness means that though you are wounded you choose to hurt and suffer less.
  • Forgiveness is becoming part of the solution.

Because of what it isn’t, and what it is, and who we are, we must forgive.

Hate is a cancer that is capable of destroying the person who hates.  Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend.”  ~ The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

From The Rev. Isaac Holt Jr., Senior Pastor, Royal Missionary Baptist Church, North Charleston:

“…In forgiveness the benefit is greater for the forgiver than for the forgiven….It’s not even about them, it’s about you.

… Until you forgive, you stay hooked to them and under the control of what they did.”

From Rabbi Yossi Refson, Chabad of Charleston and the Low Country, Mount Pleasant, SC:

“As a wise man once said, ‘Walking around with resentment is allowing some of your least favorite people to live inside your head rent free!'”

From The Venerable Calhoun Walpole, Vicar, Grace Episcopal Church, Charleston, SC:

“People who have the capacity to forgive recognize that one forgives in order to be free–free from hatred, bitterness, and anger–free to love and to be loved.  We forgive because we are forgiven.

Forgiveness is, of course, distinct from reconciliation.   Archbishop Tutu has taught us that there can be no reconciliation without a proper confrontation–a proper confrontation–not a violent one….Forgiveness requires empathy, and the ability to see ourselves and others as members–together– of the human race.  When we separate ourselves forgiveness becomes more difficult….Forgiveness may need to be as much or more an act of the will as of the heart, which is why it may be necessary to forgive more than once…”

From The Rev. Dr. Don Flowers Jr., Pastor, Providence Baptist Church, Daniel Island, SC

“When you forgive someone, you slice away the wrong from the person who did it…You re-create him.  At one moment you identify him ineradicably as the person who did you wrong.  The next moment, you change that identity.  He is remade in your memory.  You think of him now not as the person who hurt you, but a person who needs you….Once you branded him as a person powerful in evil, but now you see him as a person weak in his needs.  You re-created your past by recreating the person whose wrong made your past painful.”

In my own wanderings through life, I came upon this definition of the how to of forgiving:  Accept [the offense], let it go, move forward.  Each step far more easily said than authentically done.   Then there is that other niggling little prospect that faces so many of us in day-to-day life:  how to forgive oneself?

I will leave you with that thought for now.

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