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…

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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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Flashback…

One of the advantages of being a writer is that one tends to chronicle events, eras, moods, relationships.  Well, so maybe it’s not always an advantage…

Anyway, I came across this essay I wrote back in the mid 1990’s.  I meant to submit it for publication, but got cold feet — an oft-experienced issue for me.  Now with blogging and all, I don’t have that age old excuse of “oh, the New Yorker/New York Times/Poet & Writer/You Name It Publication will never accept it anyway so why bother submitting it.”  Now I just have to push a button.

So here goes.

Catch 22, Nineties Style

 Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far away, I had an idea for a useful consumer product.   I made a prototype,  created a business to sell the product, was successful beyond expectation and subsequently sold it to a major corporation for big bucks.  All this occurred within a 13 year time span.   At age 41 I could retire if I chose.

 I chose.

 What!? Some of my acquaintances were aghast:   give up the power,  fame, industry recognition,  wheeling, dealing and money?  For what, they wanted to know.

 For a life.  Maybe. 

 Just as I was starting the business back in 1977,  my first marriage was ending.  In grief and confusion and fear  I segued from trying to make a marriage work to trying to make a business work.  However, it was not only the business itself that had to work and be successful, but a business partnership as well.    I excelled at the former and failed at the latter.    While the business did very well and caused some stir, the  partnership that was driving it was, over the course of those thirteen plus years, acutely adversarial at its worst and politely civil at its best.  So while financially rewarding, my business was hardly a source of friendship, spiritual sustenance or joy.  Teamwork was not the operative dynamic.   

 I had not remarried, being in fact married to the business.  The men who did pass through my life during this time were eventually unable to cope with the reality of the schedule, pressures, and passion of  an entrepreneur.  The major problem — the relationship ‘deal-breaker,’ so to speak — would vary from man to man.  The demands on my time, the extent of my “preoccupation with your occupation” (as one exiting suitor would say), or– frequently in the latter years — the size of my paycheck in relation to his.  I, of course, was perfect…

 I was not at rest.  Something was missing from the mix, big time.  At first I thought it was just this unfulfilled relationship thing.  But then I realized that it was more complicated than that;  more subtle.  I first got a clue about this when my niece came to live with me for a time.  I came to realize that it was not just a man I lacked, but rather a daily experience of family.   And this realization came on top of others, ones relating to the business as it continued to grow and mature.

 I was bored.  Creating a product and a business had been fun, invigorating.  But maintaining it was not.   Having the point of this entrepreneurial game be too much about profit for profit’s sake, rather than profit as a scorecard for the game, was not turning out to be my cup o’ tea.  And then after selling my business, things changed even more.  Now don’t get me wrong; I was ecstatic (and smug) that I had achieved my goal of being financially secure.  I was continuing to learn a great deal, and there were plenty of challenges to be overcome.  Things were far from static.  But I did not like the new rules of the game as it became larger and larger with more and more players.  There was this voice in me that kept saying “there are more important things I need to be doing.”  It was lent credence by my sense of having won this game; my idea had turned into an accepted reality and a readily available product  in the marketplace.  That was the primary point of the game for me; not money or job security – though those were great by-products.

 Art.  Painting, writing.  Having the luxury of time, with no specific deadline, in which to just be.  Be creative again.  Be available.  Be aware.  Be appreciative.  Be serene.  Be open to the “is-ness.”  These aspirations were being suppressed, too divergent from the demands of busi-ness.

 It has been six years, now, since I made the choice to stop.  It was really a choice to start — or more accurately, to regain the sense of connection and wonderment that comes when we allow ourselves to be aware of the flow of life and light around us.

 I have been pursuing my post-commerce aspirations.  I am not wholly successful, yet.   The score card is way different; the needed skills only partially developed.  In the form of currency, there is little remuneration involved.  I have had opportunities to go be a highly-paid executive elsewhere.  In moments of insecurity and fear I have pursued some of these — but to no end.

 In our culture it can be difficult  not to cave in to societal expectations of continued “success.” (“So, Lisa, what are you doing now?”).  It can be hard to ignore the often more readily available and easily understood  pursuit of success in business.  To do so takes a certain form of courage, I find.  

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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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Disassociating from Beauty

Losing touch…

How is it that we get separated from our engagement with True Beauty? How does it happen and what replaces it?

DSCN2636One example might be as simple as our eating mode. These days we are so separated from our food sources that children think chickens come from plastic boxes or buckets and spinach from a cellophane bag. What a shocking experience for a city kid to cut a wad of spinach from a plant or pull a carrot out of the earth, with dirt hanging from its orange self – and call each fresh and healthy! A quick wash and ready to eat! What is dirt? What is dirt-y? What is all that cement and blacktop? What is it covering up? What is ugly? What is beautiful? What is potential?  Who cares and why?

The role of Natural Beauty

The natural world is often a human being’s first introduction to and relationship with external beauty – beauty without. And in our current urban-centric, agri-business culture, most people are on a “nodding basis” only with our natural world. It is something driven by during the commute, a lawn to be mown, the subject of an ETV documentary about an exotic place, a tree in a park.  While gardening is a giant industry, and ranked a top hobby of American households, still too many souls receive and participate in too little of nature’s beauty, let alone pay attention to and participate in the magic of its cycles.

Aside from the obvious simple Beauty that a garden creates, the relationships one forms while creating and tending it – with the soil, the plant, the animals, birds, bees and insects, the weather and cycles – are enriching and enhancing. And sometimes annoying and frustrating. Can I put that bit under “character development?”

Some small but powerful practices that help re-introduce us to the rhythms of Beauty might be: turning off the TV (or getting rid of it), ceasing to get your daily “news” from the fear-mongering mass media, or making dinner for a friend once a week or so.  Sitting quietly each day (preferably outside) also ranks right up there.  The 18 Practices of Beauty review all of these possibilities.

I believe we must help ourselves and others re-learn to consciously connect with the harmonies in our lives.  With True Beauty.  It is all around us, all the time.  Look up.  Feel out.  Enjoy.

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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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Ageless Wisdom Practices

Supporting Practices for The Way of Beauty

At the risk of sharing “platitudes as insights” as one journalist put it recently, there are three Beauty Practices that are old chestnuts, as my mother used to say.  They have been in the culture for a very long time, and certainly have not been identified as “Beauty Practices,” though indeed they are, as they contribute to True Beauty unfailingly.   These practices, human activities, whatever we choose to name them have endured through many civilizations and cultures because of their beneficial effect on the human body, mind and spirit — and consequently on our planet (not hyperbole).  I have come to understand these as supporting and basic to the other practices of the Way of Beauty.

I bet you know them:

Zobian family photos1)  Practice “The Golden Rule

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.  Really, such common sense.

 

photo by Lisa Lindahl2)  Be still

Whether it is meditation, time in prayer or simply sitting quietly in a spot that resonates with you…find time each day to be still.  It is amazing what comes in, or what is resolved, or repaired when serene time/space is made available.

 

photo by Lisa Lindahl3)  Be active

Whole libraries could be filled with books written about the myriad ways in which an active body is beneficial to mind, body and spirit.  No need to re-iterate here.  I believe that the body is the temple of the soul, and so must be cared for and maintained as such.  Not always a simple task as we age, BTW.

So these are the supportive and basic three.  In “The Way of Beauty” book more is said about how they specifically support and align with True Beauty, creating greater harmony.

And a little reminder — to myself as well — these are practices.   I shall point out, as we sometimes forget:  there is no “end state” of any of these activities, though some yogis might argue with me. These are ways of being.  And as none of us (except me & thee, perhaps) are perfect, they are rarely static or constant.   I fall short a great deal, currently in the keeping my body active department.  But I do practice at it.  I do my best to practice the Golden Rule.  Being still is far easier; noticing beauty does that for me.  Practice, practice, practice.

Oh, and have fun doing so.

 

Being Happy – A True Beauty Practice!

Practice the Pursuit of Happiness

The happiness that is genuinely satisfying is accompanied by the fullest exercise of our faculties and the fullest realization of the world in which we live.

~Bertrand Russell

Do you see the glass half full or half empty?

“Pursuit of Happiness” – it’s in America’s Declaration of Independence, and it is an integral part of practicing Beauty. Integrating Beauty is about broadening harmony, and creating harmony has a great deal to do with each individual’s ability to understand their own experience of happiness. And that is something that has become increasingly elusive in our modern society.

So, what’s the trick?

IMG_7920 - Version 3See the proverbial glass. See it half full and half empty. See the whole glass. Cultivating happiness, and the ability to have happiness is a choice, or more correctly, a continuum of choices. But at its root, being happy
is being able to see, to observe “the whole glass” and still choose to emphasize its fullness. So we have come, quite beautifully, full circle: back to the ability to see, our first practice —  in order to have happiness, our last primary practice.

In their book How We Choose to Be Happy, Rick Foster and Greg Hicks did an impressive survey of how people achieve and maintain happiness. They were not looking for the “rose-colored glasses” kind of happiness, either.   Their subjects felt all emotions deeply. In fact, it is from the Foster/Hicks survey that the proverbial Glass metaphor is resurrected.

One of the foremost results was the uncovering of this ability by those deemed to have maintained sustainable happiness to see the glass both half full and half empty.  I.e., to see the balance in each situation, pros and cons, good and bad, and then to choose to concentrate on the positive aspects. This, according to the authors, created stable happiness.  The survey revealed that consistently happy people were far from being in denial about the less than optimum, shall we say, aspects of their lives. The paradox being that in order to experience great happiness, we must also be able to experience life’s greatest sorrows.

Hence, do we conclude that the choice to pursue happiness is, perhaps, a strategy that can carry us through all that life has to dish up?

Seeing the glass, the whole glass, is a Beautiful ability. To be aware of the complexities, of the polarities original art (c) E.Z. Lindahlnecessary to create balance bequeaths a sense of harmony to the one observing and experiencing this wholeness. To see only a part is to experience only a fragment. Having only that experience, one tends to be reflecting only a fragment; to be, perhaps, one-side, or fragmented.  Don’t we all know that person who persistently sees only the glass half-empty?  For whom there is always an issue, problem, something not quite right enough?  And then that other person, who refuses ever to see any problem, anywhere; who even as the house falls down around her/him peers through those rose-colored glasses and says “Oh, it will all be fine.  Maybe I’ll think about it tomorrow.”

To see the glass, whatever it holds and how much/little of each, is to begin to allow for the “Both/And Universe.” It allows for all the layers of Truth. It gives space for our authentic self to be still, perhaps take a moment…and choose to see a good, a learning, some positivity in the situation without denying its darkness, from which we may create and/or begin again.

Choose happiness.

To Practice Pursuing (& increasing the catch of) Happiness:

  1. Make sure you are being honest with yourself about yourself.
  2. Take responsibility for your own circumstances: you are in charge of your situation. Attitude!
  3. What feelings, specifically, do you associate with being happy?
  4. Identify those things, people and/or events, both small and big that contribute to your feelings of contentedness.
  5. Surround yourself with “higher companions,” those people who have your best interests at heart. Politely avoid those in “nay-sayer mode” (and we’ve all been there!).
  6. If you fall into a dark place for a bit, recognize it, don’t bury it. Take it out for a walk. Own it and try not to spread it around inappropriately.  Once you’ve had a good cry or rant, look further and see what’s next.  Repeat as necessary.
  7. Always remember: This too shall pass. So cherish the light and respect and endure the darkness.

Happiness is a particularly enhanced, perhaps human, state of harmony. It is an important Beauty practice. Do not think for a moment it is trivial or shallow. Some of the happiest people are the most productive.   photo by L. Lindahl

His Holiness the Dalai Lama has had a great deal to say about happiness:

“The basic thing is that everyone wants happiness, no one wants suffering. And happiness mainly comes from our own attitude, rather than from external factors. If your own mental attitude is correct, even if you remain in a hostile atmosphere, you feel happy. …

When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace. …

Consider the following. We humans are social beings. We come into the world as the result of others’ actions. We survive here in dependence on others. Whether we like it or not, there is hardly a moment of our lives when we do not benefit from others’ activities. For this reason it is hardly surprising that most of our happiness arises in the context of our relationships with others. “

But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

~Albert Camus

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