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June 2, 2014 / A Mindful Traveler

Metta Monday: Let. Go.




“Let. Go. To be free.  To be present.  To be fulfilled.”

Camille Willemain

May 25, 2014 / A Mindful Traveler

Metta Monday: These Are The Days

“These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there’s only future
There’s only here, there’s only now.”

-Van Morrison, “These Are The Days”

May 19, 2014 / A Mindful Traveler

Metta Monday: To See Eternity in a Grain of Sand

To see the World in a Grain of Sand

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower

Hold Infinity in the Palm of your hand

And Eternity in an hour.

-William Blake


April 21, 2014 / A Mindful Traveler

Metta Monday: Beauty and Imperfection

Bariloche, Argentina

Bariloche, Argentina

“Our lives our beautiful only because our lives are imperfect.”

William Kim

April 14, 2014 / A Mindful Traveler

Metta Monday: Karma Is For Learning

“Karma is for learning, not for punishment.”

Dr. Brian WeissMiracles Happen

April 7, 2014 / A Mindful Traveler

Metta Monday: This Moment

“Be happy for this moment.  This moment is your life.”

-Omar Khayyam, “The Rubiyat”

March 31, 2014 / A Mindful Traveler

Metta Monday: No Possessions

Walden Pond

Walden Pond

“The Master has no possessions.
The more he does for others,
the happier he is.
The more he gives to others,
the wealthier he is.”

-Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching 81

March 24, 2014 / A Mindful Traveler

Metta Monday: Love

Loving Elephants“One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.”

-Paulo Coehlo, The Alchemist

March 22, 2014 / A Mindful Traveler

What Is Success?

Kim Yuna - Olympic figure-skating gold medalist and Korea's most beloved citizen.

Kim Yuna – Olympic figure-skating gold medalist and Korea’s most beloved citizen.

“You’re not trying to be a great teacher.  You’re trying to be a great learner.”  So said Sheridan Blau, one of my graduate school mentors, the former President of the National Council of Teachers of English, and the author of the best book on teaching English literature I know of.  Although I heard this advice from a professor with half a century of teaching experience, I actually learned it this Wednesday from a group of students the oldest of whose parents likely had not been born when Professor Blau began teaching.

This week my 11th grade Honors English classes began their study of Death of a Salesman, Arthur Miller’s masterpiece from 1949.   To prepare them for one of the play’s underlying questions, I asked them to define success and their answers surprised me.    They began as a series of words and phrases:  stability, improvement, finding a purpose, following your hearts,  and reaching small goals.  One student offered “economic profits” but the discussion immediately returned to more intangible concepts: inspiring others, independence, and self reliance.  They immediately related the last of these concepts to Henry David Thoreau’s Walden  which they had studied the previous year.

Another student brought up money, by observing that it provides choices.  Others then began to raise more conventional social and material definitions of success, such as having authority over others, and as one student put it, “winning.”  Another added that success involved achieving so that one “chooses rather than being chosen.”  The group gradually developed a consensus, centering around the concepts of being able to help others, influence younger people, and ultimately having your name represent something.  I asked whether this latter concept involved having a great monument erected in your name or becoming an eponym, but the students were adamant that it meant something more nuanced: inspiring others.  They offered the example of Kim Yuna, the Olympic figure-skating gold medalist who is Korea’s most beloved citizen, not because of her excellence in her chosen profession, physical beauty, or wealth, but because of the thousands of young children whom she has inspired to follow in her skate-marks.

In doing so they saw success not as something personal, but rather shared.  The definition they ended up being most comfortable with, “having your name represent something,” at first glance seems selfish.  Yet upon reflection it’s the opposite; it’s inspiring other people to be their best selves to emulate you.  As I think back to the people who have inspired me personally, I feel the most closeness not to those whose lives are like monuments, but to those who did things I admired that I have then attempted to emulate.

My high school chemistry teacher was the first openly gay person I ever know.  He ran his class with one simple rule, respect.  This didn’t prevent his wisecracking at students’ expense or his mantra when they were unruly seeming like a joke.  (My family still uses it: “imagine you’re at the beach, sand between your toes, there you go.”) In retrospect it may have been my first experience with mindfulness.  Joking aside, he always had time for me or whoever needed it.  He taught me about tolerance not only through his being but also through his actions.  I remember being proud to serve as a witness at his wedding.  I was happy he’d found someone who shared his kindness, sense of humor, and height.  (I’m 6’2″ but he still towered over me.)

Midway through my 10th grade year I had back surgery and missed nearly a third of the year’s classes.  Other teachers told me, after assurances otherwise, that’s I’d need to make up every assignment as given.  His approach was different; he cared only that I learn the material.  He told me I could show my knowledge in my own way at my own pace.  Understanding I was too weak to sit a 45 minute test, he would tutor me on the material and then give me oral quizzes about what I had learned.  I was extraordinarily happy at the end of the year, not because of my long-forgotten grade, but that I’d qualified to taking his AP Chemistry class the following year.

I wasn’t particularly good at AP Chemistry, but I loved both the material and his teaching.  (The latter was objectively quite successful since every student in the class passed the AP Exam.)  He often belied his Ph.D. and professional experience by explaining concepts utilizing the music of the 1980s.  Unfortunately I’ve forgotten this material in the intervening years, most distressingly the 1980s music references, but not his message of tolerance.  He showed me that by treating everyone with respect and approaching them at their own level, you inspire them to be their best and seek the same in others.  I hope that by trying to emulate his message, I can inspire others in the way he inspired me and thus live up to the definition of success I’ve learned from my students.

March 17, 2014 / A Mindful Traveler


This song came into my mind while meditating this morning:

Every thread of creation is held in position
by still other strands of things living.
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
of smouldering cities so gray and so vulgar,
as not to be satisfied with their own negativity
but needing to touch all the living as well.

Every breeze that blows kindly is one crystal breath
we exhale on the blue diamond heaven.
As gentle to touch as the hands of the healer.
As soft as farewells whispered over the coffin.
We’re poisoned by venom with each breath we take,
from the brown sulphur chimney and the black highway snake.

Every dawn that breaks golden is held in suspension
like the yolk of the egg in albumen.
Where the birth and the death of unseen generations
are interdependent in vast orchestration
and painted in colors of tapestry thread.
When the dying are born and the living are dead.

Every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment
that flows through the veins of your being.
Like a river of life flowing on since creation.
Approaching the sea with each new generation.
You’re now just a stagnant and rancid disgrace
that is rapidly drowning the whole human race.

Every fish that swims silent, every bird that flies freely,
every doe that steps softly.
Every crisp leaf that falls, all the flowers that grow
on this colourful tapestry, somehow they know.
That if man is allowed to destroy all we need.
He will soon have to pay with his life, for his greed.

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