The Flowering of the Black Bamboo

July 17th, 2015

Black Bamboo Death — The End is Nigh
(But There Will Be a Rebirth)

Phyllostachys nigra
(from welchwrite.com)

Noticing the rhythms of nature, ongoing through the texture of the city, opens me up to awe, delight and a sense of being liberated from routine perceptions and concerns. My husband, David, and I came out of a Sam Fuller movie at the Carpenter Center, Harvard’s film archive last week and heard a mother hawk and her babies “Peeet-” ing loudly to each other. Then I saw one of the small, round babies fluttering across the dusky sky, working hard to stay airborne while Mom encouraged her or him from atop Emerson Hall. The baby hawk was experimenting with crossing the street. Flying practice seems to be continuing nightly. And yesterday, I walked around Fresh Pond with Lama Surya Das and we saw a parent nuthatch teaching a small flock of baby nuthatches how to creep along a treetrunk and look for bugs. You can tell the babies by their bewildered expression and how they occasionally have a hard time, stumbling on the bark’s roughness. So cute! (May these wild beings survive in our densely packed, dangerous human habitations…..)

And lastly, more mysteriously seasonal — I share a post from one of my favorite plant websites, Plant Delights, a nursery that offers many rare and beautiful woodland plants for the garden. Their post about black bamboo is well written and I share it in entirety. With a touch of humor they let us in on an open secret of the plant world: that all of the black bamboo on Earth is consummating a 100-year cycle of sexuality, death and rebirth. The natural world communicates with itself in some way — how amazing.

Here’s their post:

The bamboo world has been rocked over the last few years as most of the black bamboo has begun its flowering cycle. While flowering is good in most plants, such is not the case with bamboo since, like agaves, it dies after flowering. Like century plants, a bamboo plant also takes about 100 years to flower but unlike agaves, bamboo offsets don’t survive. Since most bamboo is grown from divisions, when a particular clone flowers, it flowers everywhere around the world within a certain time window, influenced slightly by growing conditions.

Black bamboo began flowering worldwide in 2008, with many in the US starting only in the last year. Bamboo flowers are brown and insignificant, so most folks won’t even notice until the plant begins a steady decline. The sad part is that everyone’s black bamboo will die, but the up side is that more plants will be grown from seed and the new generation crop will have another 100-year lifespan. Also, all those folks who were lied to by retailers who told them black bamboo clumped will have their problem resolved. The take home lesson is that if you’re buying the running black bamboo (Phyllostachys nigra), be sure to ask if it’s a new generation plant from seed or the clone which is currently flowering.

Steady Faith When All is Shaking

May 7th, 2015

My heart is trembling for Nepal, for people who survived and those who died. People who are missing. People who lost loved ones. All the animals, too, some injured and hungry and suffering deeply.

I sent a couple of fairly big donations (for me) along with a heartfelt wish that Nepali people will know they are cared about. The disaster cannot be fixed, and their lives won’t be the same for a long time, if ever.

Considering how I might feel if I were the woman in this photo — I would hope the love and help coming her way are abundant. If it cannot be abundant, may it be sufficient. If it cannot be sufficient, may her heart be touched, may she know she is cared about.

I love the world, I won’t lie to children

March 13th, 2015

Awareness of mortality can bring joy, and rage about what’s going on in the world is all right. I am exploring both of those responses in the last interviews with illustrator Maurice Sendak.

One moment he’s speaking of the love he feels for the leaves outside his window, another moment excoriating the ruin Rupert Murdoch has wreaked upon the world — I agree with that!

I feel rich discovering him as if he were my new grandfather. His acceptance of aging and dying, his understanding of how suffering can be of value are all there, in his warm raspy voice. He had a 50-year relationship with a man that his parents never knew about. Most of his family were murdered in the Holocaust.

“I refuse to lie to children,” he said.

And — writing is a hopeless obsession for him as it often feels to me.

“I’m totally crazy, I know that. I don’t say that to be a smartass, but I know that that’s the very essence of what makes my work good. And I know my work is good. Not everybody likes it, that’s fine. I don’t do it for everybody. Or anybody. I do it because I can’t not do it.”

Here is the Guardian interview with him, http://www.theguardian.com/books/2011/oct/02/maurice-sendak-interview
and here, supposely, a link to a short video from the New York Times, but somehow WordPress isn’t letting me upload it.
(http://www.nytimes.com/video/magazine/100000001970456/an-illustrated-talk-with-maurice-sendak.html)

Thanks to my friend in Albuquerque, Fred Herman, whose son David brought Sendak to my attention.

Building a Mindful New Year

December 28th, 2014

In the Himalayas, the 10 days before lunar new year are a time of intensive practice, casting out old ghosts and beating the dusty carpets of the mind. So when Lodro and Susan invited me to be part of this really fun six-day online retreat (access it here — http://mindfulnewyear.wordpress.com) I thought how cool! I signed up to do the very first session on the first day. At 8 AM, hours before I normally feel presentable. My session went pretty well, I think; I felt a sense of accomplishment at doing something new, for me — talk to invisible strangers about meditation practice. Eek!

Surprisingly I jumped to to turn on the computer at 8 AM the next day. Normally I like to meditate on my own — “Meditating on the internet? Seriously?” Yes, Inner Voice, it’s been fun and supportive to join an invisible crowd of people sharing space (though never jostling for seats). I’ve been surprised by what each new teacher says. They flicker and talk, inches away from a thousand faces– beyond the edge of the screen could be their dog or their dragon.
Once, I confess, I filed a sheet of paper knowing nobody can see me. For I’m meditating in my desk, where normally I work. Yet the tone of working is changed slightly by the meditations even if they’re lightly corrupted. I’ve been Building a Mindful New Year two or three times each day.

This is a way of developing a genuinely deeper heart. This free online retreat is nearly half-over, but before it’s completely finished, I want to share it with all you folks who visit this blog from time to time. Tomorrow, Monday, I may only be able to do the AM session because I’ll be on a plane to Miami to visit my stepmom, Lynn, and then do a writing retreat. But if you come into the retreat we might be doing it together.

Happy Old Year! Happy New Year! May we all be happy and let go of whatever we don’t need. Greet 2015 with generosity, discipline, patience.

The Savior of the Future is All of Us

September 24th, 2014

The People’s Climate March two days ago is still infusing my heart and mind with a gentle, joyous energy. The demonstration filled New York from Central Park to 42nd Street with real faces and bodies, a creative mass challenge to the flickering values that lead our attention toward consuming more and more “goods” as our main source of gratification. That’s why I have included this photo of an indigenous man gazing at my camera with reality in his eyes with a backdrop of the carbon-heavy ad behind him. It was just amazing and beautiful to be marching with so many people who were there with open hearts and presence. We all helped each other remember and hold a hopeful vision for our only home, this earth. I am more convinced today that there’s still hope than I was before I went, but only if we act now on behalf of future generations.

The other photo shows a repurposed parachute. Many groups were carrying these together, a concrete symbol of how many things can be transformed, and everyone must participate.
The next Buddha is everyone as my friend Surya says!

Repurposed Parachute

Now is the only time. Let’s keep the good intentions rolling, and act with joy.

Last Night’s Dream

September 20th, 2014

I was giving flying lessons to an audience that didn’t exist

This morning, just before waking up –

I understood it was a dream, yet felt skeptical

Because the physical sensations of flight were really quite convincing

Swooping around the stars

Somewhere I read that flying dreams are due to a drop in blood pressure — some illusion of the sleeping brain

But what does that mean?

My body can still recall the small adjustments to my shoulders that were so helpful in steering  –

I kept demonstrating and explaining the various refinements

No one was listening but I felt I was being helpful somehow or other

How to stay elevated — etc — although there didn’t actually seem to be any ground to fall down onto

Somehow the flying was a liberation from the memory of being bound to the earth

Since childhood, my air speed has always been rather sedate –

There is barely room for excitement

Instead the exquisite joy of moving freely in space

Like swimming only without the dilemma of buoyancy vs. sinking

When I woke up I felt so happy

To have flown again

Thank you, Lama Karma Justin Wall, for this pink alpaca

I loved llamas as a kid in Peru…

Shall we call it an alpacalope?

Nightmares are not the only type of dream

I hope to see lots of fellow alpacas at the People’s Climate March this Sunday!

Thanks for reading, all who do.

 

 

Going into Retreat for Two Weeks

March 26th, 2014

Oh boy! Friday I start a retreat at Insight Meditation Society. Because we need to bring all our bedding, I’ve been rubbing the twin-sized sheets in our closets to see which are softest, and glad that my stepdaughter Chloe favors pretty, floral patterns. And worrying about my outfits (true confession — I caught myself checking how certain pants will look from behind in the lunch line). This sweet, silly human mind is hoping that I’ll be feeling happy and comfy protected while I’m there. I’m going to miss David and lots of things.

I guess I will have to rest right within whatever happens. Here’s the kind of instruction I find so very comforting. I borrowed it from Thubten Kway, a Facebook practitioner.

“Obsessive use of meditative disciplines or perennial study of scripture and philosophy will never bring forth this wonderful realization, this truth which is natural to awareness, because the mind that desperately desires to reach another realm or level of experience inadvertently ignores the basic light that constitutes all experience. ” “Let go of what has passed. Let go of what may come. Let go of what is happening now. Don’t try to figure anything out. Don’t try to make anything happen. Relax, right now, and rest.” — Tilopa

Paciencia

March 6th, 2014

I’m sharing this link to a wonderful Spanish language video because it lit up my heart with understanding. (http://vimeo.com/64418056) I’ve been more and more depressed about global warming. This winter has been so cold and after watching video of polar bears drowning I realize the cold should be up there, not down here. In this video, Marcelo Mosenson interviews the Argentine teacher and translator Gerardo Abboud. Gerardo talks about the attitude of patience and a systematic development of equanimity, love and empathy that come up naturally, removing the toxic forces of hate and despair. Sustaining a clear heart seems to me the only way through intractable conflict and seemingly desperate situations.

The Dying Season

February 19th, 2014

My father and mother in law died this winter within weeks of each other. My husband, David, and his family and I buried Sylvia in New Jersey on Sunday. I have been imagining us as orphaned little kids holding hands by an open grave, trying to carve out a little piece of happiness for ourselves as we transit through this life.

For no apparent reason, I feel closer to everyone and I believe it’s the impact of watching these two powerful beings disappear. I feel bonded with David, and my sisters, and stepmother, and somehow closer with this moment. It feels more vivid, naturally focused and undistracted. Sometimes I look at people in the street and think — Oh my god, you are going to have to die too! It’s an image-laden thought about the physical process. What I saw looked like hard work for the ones who were dying.

I want to get up the steam to write about these events a bit more — later. But for now, I will speak from a tired, stunned, soft and somewhat foggy-feeling space. There was terrible beauty. A kind of deep celebration, holding each dying person’s life in its wholeness. The completion of their process made it impossible to continue blaming them or doubting the value of who they had been — seeing them in all their facets, with the life of joys and pains and all the events they faced. Then the the mystery of contemplating the process of death itself. Why? There is no answer, really, only that it is this way.

This season has felt transforming for me, although I can’t help wishing these people had not been constrained to die. But it is the same force as living. As Dylan Thomas said, “The force that through the green fuse drives the flower/drives my green age.” And the brown age, and the stark black and white.

Perpetual Ocean

April 9th, 2013

My new friend Sarah S. from Jackson Hole offers this link Perpetual Ocean

to a simulated animations of the ocean currents. Scroll down to the second image and run the video–it’s short.

The curlicues are lovely.

About Sarah — she just meditated for a month at Spirit Rock in Marin, CA. When I heard that her job was ‘remote cook’ I hardly imagined she gets helicoptered in to Greenland to feed scientific expeditions.

“Through compassion the Bodhisattva shakes with sympathy for all”–from a medieval Sri Lankan text.

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