I'm joining Service Space because ... service, compassion and love for others helps me come alive supporting the flow of goodness, light and creativity in the world.
A good day to me is when ... everything fits together and I am moved to freely offer what I can, accept what comes, and witness it settle into place, as if the whole universe somehow conspired to create this perfect unfolding moment in time... and then let it go.
My hero in life is ...(was) my Dad as he was dying.
My favorite book is ...Peace Pilgrim.
One thing I'm grateful for is ... the opportunity to transcend myself as well as my sense of what is possible.
Feb 08, 2016, 4 comments, 26 smiles Pancho and Tyler went to jail this morning for their act of Giftivism, meditating to protect indigenous land against corporate interests -- Take Back the Gill Tract: More photos here -- and couple of videos. I was also cited, and Pancho and Tyler were both released later in the day. [Tyler and Sunibell are heading to a meditation retreat (with Nipun, Nikita and Rob) starting Wednesday.]
Nov 16, 2015, 6 comments, 16 smiles (Image for a passage about borders drawn for an Awakin reading and photographed on a mailbox, original subsequently gifted to a traveler activist and now reused here to illustrate yet another blurring of borders.) For years now, I've been very interested in rethinking the idea of art. My work at greenmuseum.org led me to explore how creative work such as painting, music, installation and performance can serve communities and ecosystems. I see our modern perspective on these artful disciplines, however, as part of a much larger colonial industrial paradigm that infuses our understanding of most things, from healthcare to education to spirituality. Rather than part of an integrated system for living, we are taught to see the arts as separate marketable commodities generated by professional artist genius/specialists. Art isn't part of how most of us live our daily lives nor is it integrated into daily work. It's something we consume, observe ... Read Full Story
Jul 17, 2015, 2 comments, 12 smiles Just last Wednesday in Seoul, South Korea, the inspiring Hiromi Ui, who came through Casa de Paz on a Tour ( http://livingpermaculture.blogspot.com/2015/06/gift-ecology-pilgrimage.html ) of Japanese permaculturists, held her first Awakin Circle in Seoul, where she lives! Having attended a Wednesday in Santa Clara and helped with several circles at Casa de Paz, she was already experienced and eager to pay the generosity forward to her community. One thing that stood out when she shared her photos with us was how closely she followed the Oakland Awakin style! The whole evening was candle-lit (we no longer use electric lights at night at Casa de Paz) and she and her friends made a meal for everyone that looked a lot like the part of the planet we call Mexico style food we serve every week! Complete with beans, guacamole and hand-made tortillas! Inspiring ripples from across the Pacific! So beautiful and according to her, it went really well and is likely to become a monthly event!
May 22, 2014, 1 comments, 5 smiles All the True Vows By David Whyte for Awakin Oakland (May 23, 2014) All the true vows are secret vows the ones we speak out loud are the ones we break. There is only one life you can call your own and a thousand others you can call by any name you want. Hold to the truth you make every day with your own body, don’t turn your face away. Hold to your own truth at the center of the image you were born with. Those who do not understand their destiny will never understand the friends they have made nor the work they have chosen nor the one life that waits beyond all the others. By the lake in the wood in the shadows you can whisper that truth to the quiet reflection you see in the water. Whatever you hear from the water, remember, it wants you to carry the sound of its truth on your lips. Remember, in this place no one can hear you and out of the silence you can make a promise it will kill you to break, that way you’ll find what ... Read Full Story
May 14, 2014, 3 comments, 6 smiles From Awakin Oakland Arms Open by Rebecca del Rio Gratitude means showing up on life’s doorstep, love’s threshold, dressed in a clown suit, rubber-nosed, gunboat shoes flapping. Gratitude shows up with arms full of wildflowers, reciting McKuen or the worst of Neruda. To talk of gratitude is to be the fool in a cynic’s world. Gratitude is pride’s nightmare, the admission of humility before something given without expectation or attachment. Gratitude tears open the shirt of self importance, scatters buttons across the polished floors of feigned indifference, ignores the obvious and laughs out loud. Even more, gratitude bears her breasts, rips open her ribs to show the naked heart, the holy heart. What if that sacred heart is not, after all, about sacrifice? Imagine it is about joy, barefoot and foolhardy, something unasked for, something unearned. What if the beat we hear, when we are finally quiet is simply this: Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. - by Rebecca del Rio, drawing by Anonymous ;-)]
May 09, 2014, 1 smiles You might enjoy this week's Awakin Oakland reading ... a poem by Mary Oliver, titled "When Death Comes". When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility, and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular, and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, toward silence, and each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth. When it's over, I want to say all my life I was ... Read Full Story
May 02, 2014, 2 comments, 5 smiles The Wisdom of No Escape Awakin Oakland -- by Pema Chodron I remember very clearly, at a time of enormous stress in my life, reading Alice in Wonderland. Alice became a heroine for me because she fell into this hole and she just free-fell. She didn't grab for the edges, she wasn't terrified, trying to stop her fall; she just fell and she looked at things as she went down. Then, when she landed, she was in a new place. She didn't take refuge in anything. I used to aspire to be like that because I saw myself getting near the hole and just screaming, holding back, not wanting to go anywhere where there was no hand to hold. In every human life you are born, and you are born alone. You go through that birth canal alone, and then you pop out alone, and then a whole process begins. And when you die, ... Read Full Story
Apr 25, 2014, 5 smiles From tonight's Awakin Oakland reading by Christian McEwen ... In his memoirs, Pablo Neruda tells a story from his very early childhood. He was outside playing, exploring the back garden, when he came upon a hole in the wooden fence. As he watched, a child’s hand appeared, and almost immediately vanished, leaving behind a magnificent toy sheep. The sheep’s wool was torn and faded, and its wheels were missing. But for Neruda, it was a miracle. He ran home and returned with one of his own treasures, a ripe pinecone, smelling deliciously of resin, and set it down in the place of the sheep. He never saw the other child again. But that small, mysterious exchange remained with him for the rest of his life, "deep and indestructible, giving [his] poetry light."
Jan 16, 2014, 1 comments, 5 smiles From the polar icecaps to the bottom of the sea. From the bottom of the sea to the polar icecaps... Observvvvvve the sensations of a changing and unstable climate as you sweep your attention en masse in a free flooooow over smoky forest fires and along storm-cut eroding coastal wetlands. Observe the relentless loss of topsoil, the dying acid-bleached coral reefs, the aquamarine pools of radioactive mine tailings spattering the land. Experience these sensations patiently, equanimously without any aversion or craving, as you calmly sweep your awareness everywhere throughout your planetary body, from top to bottom, bottom to top. Bring your awareness not only to persistent painful gross sensations but also to any subtle pleasant sensations as you scan carefully over the entire Earth, remaining perrrrrfectly equanimous, perfectly equanimous. Clear in the knowledge that all sensations, pleasant or unpleasant, are ultimately impermanent, arising and passing, passing and arising like migrating continents ... Read Full Story