Musings . . .

on the passing scene

Friendship

for Taylor and Brighid

I stood in the Security line at the airport behind a Buddhist monk from Thailand, and watched helplessly as the agents roughed him up, opening his bags and tossing the contents onto the floor. They were probably following orders to harass people who looked “foreign.” I helped him gather up his things and move them out of the way of passengers following close behind, saying over and over to him, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” When I handed him his sneakers, both of us were close to tears. He put his palms together and bowed, whispering,

Gassho.”

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Expect The Unexpected

for Alex and James

Everything was ready for the wedding last week at Red Clover in Vermont, where my brother Leon and his partner Deb have lived and farmed for decades. My nephew James was marrying his sweetheart Alex, and on the hillside overlooking the valley an arbor of birchwood stood festooned with sunflowers and goldenrod for the ceremony. In the meadow below, tables were set up in a big white tent and people starting to take their places alongside the pond while my daughter Rebecca took out her viola to play the processional music. The one year-old flower girl threw petals onto the grass and the bride, radiant on her father’s arm, took her first steps down the flower-strewn path to meet her groom beneath the arbor.

It was pure romance!

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Crisis Into Adventure

for Joanna Macy

This morning, idly reminiscing about my youth, I recalled the time I mistakenly took a bus north from Paris to the town of Chars, rather than the bus south from Paris to the town of Chartres, not realizing my mistake until we got to the last stop, Chars.

Ou est la cathedrale?” I asked the driver in my best French. He looked puzzled and assured me there was a nice little church there, but no cathedral. I insisted that there was a cathedral! We finally untangled my mistake in the café at the end of the line, to the great laughter and kindness of the good folk of Chars who put me up for the night, fed me and laughed uproariously at my mistake. It wouldn’t surprise me if I am still part of the town’s folklore.

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Shifting Consciousness

For G.S. Sachdev, in memoriam

In the 1960s, when Timothy Leary was exhorting kids my age to turn on, tune in and drop out, the psychologist Frank Barron and I found one another in the crowd and became secret collaborators. I was curious about his research on creativity and the how psychedelics affected artists, and he was interested in people, like me, who had access to mystical states without the use of drugs.

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In Honor of the Children

Dear People, This video was made in 2007 after Vivien Feyer and Jeff Ritterman brought these children’s drawings back from Iran. The children, after suffering greatly at the hands of misguided grown-ups, expressed their longings for peace gorgeously and movingly....

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We’re All In This Together

for Roger

Last week when I was glued to YouTube watching the Royal wedding and then, seeing the new film about Pope Francis, I realized that millions of people around the world were focusing on both these events more or less simultaneously. Our collective energy field was raised by strong, positive emotion as so many of us were witnessing both a bi-racial royal marriage and the joyous welcoming of a warm-hearted Pope all over the world.

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Course Corrections

Like everyone else, I am horrified by where we’ve got to as a society and species, our ‘new normal’ including madmen who make the nation’s policies, an electorate who are willing to vote for them and young people with guns killing one another in schoolyards and...

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Fun At The Races

I’m stuck! I just learned that both my favorite nephew and my beloved grandson, who live in different states, have inadvertently scheduled their weddings on the same day! What to do? The fact is I have no idea: one is the son of my son, the other the son of my...

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Healing The Demons

for James

For the last thirty years, my friend Arisika and I have been meeting weekly in my studio to experiment with improvised movement and theater as a healing modality. After a warm-up of free movement and sound that leads us into a light trance, we then perform spontaneous pieces for one another that explore the hard truths of our human condition. Our purpose is to reach for self-honesty, digging deep into the unconscious where our raw shadows and our breathtaking beauty reside, revealing our best and our worst to one another without shame.

Essentially it is energy work, a profound healing process that requires mutual trust and love. I bless Arisika for being my partner in this, and for being a deep friend of the heart all these many years.

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Ordinary Miracles

I have a recurring dream in which I discover another room in my house. The new room is either off the kitchen or behind a back bedroom, and I’m always surprised I’d never noticed it before. These dreams often feel like wake-up calls – what have I been missing that’s...

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Photo of Carolyn North by Susan Wilson

Carolyn North

Photo: Susan Wilson