Health, Culture and Food
I would like to say that we were happy with what had happened in the last few hours in El Segundo, but that would not be true. There was a sense of relief, but not of joy. One search was over, but another was just beginning.
What need is there/
to make art of these elements/
Now that the stone footpaths/
the child in the photo has gone
A book made the founding of the Lindisfarne Association possible, so the story of Lindisfarne is entwined with the story of this curious little book that did not follow the usual path to publication, nor the usual road to post-publication success.
All of which is a roundabout way of saying that there is no such thing as "nature"; nature is the horizon of culture. As we change cultures, we change what we know and experience as nature.
In celebration of Wild River's launch of "Brief Eulogies at Roadside Shrines," we invite you to stop a moment, create a shrine and photograph it. Or maybe photograph a shrine you find on the street. Post it on our Facebook Page - Brief Eulogies at Roadside Shrines.
Our twenty-fifth anniversary conference takes its theme from Stuart Kauffman's new book, "At Home in the Universe." In the conclusion to this work, Stuart speaks of re-inventing the sacred for an emerging global civilization, and this has certainly been the mission of Lindisfarne since I founded the Association in New York a quarter-century ago to serve as a vehicle for the exploration and realization of what I then called "a new planetary culture."
I can still close my eyes and see Tete sitting on her bed in her white nightgown which matched her white wavy hair, telling the story in her soft, but animated, voice. Perhaps it was the way Tete told the story that made it so special for me. Perhaps it was the catchy tune in the story, so typical of many Syrian folktales, that mesmerized me as it was repeated over and over.
"Of course, my poem was not about the daffodils; it was about a boating experience on a lake. And I remember only the last two lines I wrote. I read the poem out loud to my father. The last two lines were: 'Suddenly the boat turned into the water/And out, in its place, came an otter.' And my father said, “Well, this doesn’t sound very good. How ‘bout a smiling otter?"
"I’m someone who thinks with images, image is part of my narration as it is in graphic novels. In graphic novels, before you write, you draw,” Marjane Satrapi, the eminent cartoonist reflected before the screening of her latest film "Chicken with Plums."
For this journalist, what occurred the next day, fulfilled a twenty- year long dream, that of interviewing His Holiness. Ushered into a hotel room past a gauntlet of Philadelphia police officers and secret service agents, I found myself face to face with a man whose image had surrounded me, for the interceding years, as I had set intention for this day to occur.
“Let this book hover somewhere between fiction and non-fiction. Let me give the reader no clue about how to categorize it before she even begins, and even after she’s finished. Let me put the reader on alert,” said Pico Iyer.
From the perspective of literature, the four ladies had it coming, for they celebrated a shallow life of freedom through shopping, so they all end up with their souls enshrouded in the black burqas of fin de siècle Mr. Big American capitalism.
The Ottomans were powerful and they had money to sponsor artists so people came from China, Persia, Iraq, and many different cultural centers. Istanbul was the new cultural center where patrons really took care of everything for their artists. If you were a scholar writing a book, or an artist, you had a free life as long as you did what you were doing.
So we are going to have to miniaturize all the previous economies (foraging, farms, and factories) inside this new planetary economy you describe. In a way the farmers' markets inside my town in Monument Square are starting this process, as they include artisanal booths for crafts as well.
For me, Landmark is a curious beast: A motley, if efficacious mix of Zen, Jerry Springer-like public exposures, on-the-spot analysis by trained nontherapists, and garbled simplifications of existential and postmodern philosophy, Landmark is the bastard offspring of one of the most famous consciousness-raising workshops of the 1970s—est, or Erhard Seminars Training.
For filmmaker Tiffany Shlain, a vivid example of the interconnected nature of life on earth lies in the case of the honeybee, whose numbers have been dwindling and whose extinction would mean the ruin of food-bearing vegetation, devastating life all the way up the food chain. The lesson: even the smallest thing has the power to change the world. Instead of continuing to insist on our independence, Shlain says it is time to embrace the power of interdependence and harness its potential for positive change.
Let's face it: Global profiteering ain't what it used to be, what with currency wars, increased labor regulations, galloping commodities prices and natural disasters including drought. Oh, and that darned internet thingy keeps bringing the global marketplace closer to buyers of even the smallest scale, rendering the veteran profiteer's all-seeing-eye redundant. Redundant, I say.
Some of the conservative male Indian disciples of Sri Aurobindo, much like St. Peter, had a hard time accepting a woman as Sri Aurobindo’s partner in Integral Yoga—especially a Western woman who had been married twice.
A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, of the manifestations of the profoundest reason and the most radiant beauty - it is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute the truly religious attitude; in this sense, and in this alone, I am a deeply religious man. (Albert Einstein)
Good health and affluence obviously increase people’s choices and options, but neither guarantees wisdom nor guarantees that people will experience satisfaction or make productive use of their time.
The core idea that explains Philadelphia’s style is that Penn believed ideas should marinate within each neighborhood (religious, geographical, etc.) while Franklin, through his Junto concept and his practicality, said that’s not enough – one has to test and share those ideas to see which works best.
In the space of one very long day, I had traveled from a current global nexus (Hong Kong) to a faded former version of itself, in all possible manner of conveyance (save rickshaw) including a bullet train that seemed to take me back in time at 250 kilometers per hour...
“Every time I call in a fire part of me has trepidations,” says Ball. “People I know will go into the forest to fight that fire; and it’s a very serious and risky job. Something bad can happen at any given moment. It feels like a tremendous responsibility.”
Off by the main ECP (entry control point) a patrol is forming up to leave the wire. This is a patrol party that virtually no Hollywood film has yet to capture. This is a FET (female engagement team) mission. Four of the Marines adjusting their gear and weapons are female.
Before the Hollywood centrifuge of Facebook philanthropy stopped spinning and Sean Penn took the microphone from Anderson Cooper, I too gathered my lance and shield. Like a plate tectonic Don Quixote, I headed for Haiti.
The night was full of movement, quick and energetic, but I must respectfully pause here and take a moment to return to the poetry I had so dreaded.
"According to them, you want to create a New Jersey kind of Islam with naked women and and Michael Jackson music. It was so bizarre to have this mixture of Jon Bon Jovi and Atlantic City and the CIA..."
For Judy, Mark’s decision to grow vegetables seemed like just another adventure. That adventure led to life on a farm; a farm which, at ages sixty-seven and sixty-nine, they continue to work. It led to four children.It led to twelve-hour work days year-round, and a lifelong commitment...and so I ask, “Did you know the adventure would be so all encompassing?” Judy brings her palm down to the top of the table and looks me square in the eyes. “Not. A. Clue.”
A taste of Branch Water bridges the historic gap between North and South through a carefully prepared cocktail.
Stone Barns, restored and in a sense re-created as they were 100 years prior in another time.
Keeping a discreet distance, he follows us up a final flight of stairs to the third floor where we come face to face with a large yellow sign in heavy black letters which says: GENOCIDE EXHIBIT.
“This is a crazy place in so many ways,” says the Eagle. “A few years ago, a local official planned to destroy the church and say that no Armenians lived here. But, the church has been photographed so often and travelers have written about it. Even he had to agree the idea was stupid. Although no one will say it out loud, everybody knows the Armenians have been here as long as anyone can remember.”
Yuko sat on the floor, cross-legged. She was text-messaging her beau, Ton'. In the kitchen 12 feet away, her mom, dad, and twin sister, Nuriko, were preparing the noodles.