Sunday, April 30, 2017

Embodiment / JH / #4


BONE AND FLESH

Exoskeletons 
Have held me

Not my own.
Not of me.

Hers.
His.

My primordial soup
In their evolved form.

But I am gathering.
Coming together.

At the center of me.
I am.

A backbone.
My backbone.

Muscle
To move.

Skeleton
To stand.

Watch me fall
Watch me bleed

Watch me rise
Watch me dance.

Bone of my bone
Flesh of my flesh.

My bone.
My flesh.

My blood.
My dance.

(JH)



This week the dome of the skull of death and it’s energy of chaos is evolving. It is organizing. It is gathering.  It is growing... a spinal cord, a backbone. 

The constellations and the moon cycles on illustration of skull and spinal column:



This week I am speaking out.

Yes to this. No to that.
I matter. I am matter. I am taking form. My form. 

The cries of what is dying in and around me are quieting. I can hear the vibration of my becoming. I am just learning how to listen to the cord developing in me 

- this stringed instrument of me. 


Printable Sheet Music (Blank) Printable (3rd - 9th Grade) - TeacherVision.com:
My psychic attention - the heat - for me is now felt in structure of lines.  It makes sense that lines and order would emerge as I feel the energy of crisis in me settling. Structure out of chaos.

Grids of tiled bathroom walls. Lines in the road, of a railing. I see them everywhere...in patterns in rugs, in the grate on the street, on the shadows on the wall from sunlight on a bookcase.




 I see them in my inner-world. Flashes of the work of Barnett Newman's zip paintings and Agnes Martin's grids are with me.

I see them when I am not looking.


Agnes Martin

Image result for barnett newman zip 

Barnett Newman

The chaos of dissolution, of swimming in the dead sea, has become the soup of evolution....of transformation....


How amazing to be expereincing the evolution in my life in images that mirror the evolution of life....and that mirror becoming...

Top Ten: Myths About Evolution

Oh, how I love this...


I just searched when the spine and spinal cord begin development in an embryo - the answer is (Stage 10) Week Four.


My awareness of spine is this past week,

week four of this Sacred Space. This Communitas. 
This womb of self discovery.
This class.









Friday, April 28, 2017

Built it anyway...BLOG 4 KC 4/28/17



I spent 8 months carefully building my sand mandala as a University Senate Staffer in preparation to seamlessly take on the University Senator position during the 2017-2018 academic school year at Columbia University’s Student Senate. After placing my name on the ballot and being uncontested for that position up until the deadline for self-nominations, another colleague of mine was unconstitutionally added to the ballot mere hours before the election was to take place—days after the self-nomination deadline in order to be included on the ballot as per TC’s Student Senate Constitution and Bylaws. 



Last Friday, that same colleague was unconstitutionally elected to my position as University Senator. I have been beside myself in grief for the betrayal, not by the senator that took my position, but by the executive leadership that made the entire senate body participate in a sham election. I had so much faith in the transparency of the process I was quite idealistic and projected an overly optimistic trust that the leadership would be ethical and adhere to the constitution; because of how much preparation and commitment I had to take on this role and how much I was advocating for student in the past year, I didn’t stop to even contemplate or consider that impropriety during the election was even a possibility.

I have been in a state of numbness and shock for exactly one week now. When I see how the sand mandala gets swept away so effortlessly, despite all the effort it took to create it, it makes me feel validated and encouraged to strive to better incorporate the second factor of The Noble Eightfold—Samma Sankappa, or the Right Intention in all that I do in life to help attenuate or stave off wholly avoidable and unnecessary suffering and mental anguish.



I am thankful for the perspective offered by our class guest speaker because I had, for the most part, identified mandalas with destruction. After our enlightening lecture, I now have a fresh new lens to see mandalas in places that I wouldn’t have readily captured them.




For example, in this Zoroastrian symbol depicting Good Thoughts, Good Deeds, Good Words as a way to preserve happiness and help prevent chaos in life. I can now see the mandala(s) in this ancient symbol of the oldest recorded monotheistic religion and I can appreciate the timelessness of this symbol; it now holds an entirely new meaning for me and I don’t feel so devastated, betrayed or hopeless, but rather a profound sense of agency about taking the reins of my own destiny in my hands to create a fulfilling life in all that I endeavor by being mindful to setting the right intention and adhering to the lessons contained in the aforementioned ancient wisdom going forward in life.


Written on the wall in Mother Teresa's home for children in Calcutta:
              People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered.  Forgive them anyway.
            If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.  Be kind anyway.
            If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies.  Succeed anyway.
           If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you.  Be honest and sincere anyway.
            What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight.  Create anyway.
            If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous.  Be happy anyway.
            The good you do today, will often be forgotten.  Do good anyway.
         Give the best you have, and it will never be enough.  Give your best anyway.
         In the final analysis, it is between you and God.  It was never between you and them anyway.
-this version is credited to Mother Teresa

K.C.

The Terrace, rain and a guy_Blog 4_ YZ_04/28/17

Last weekend I went to Long Island to present a playback theatre performance at Stony Brook University. Playback theatre is an improvising play performance that combines with psychotherapeutic effect, which I regarded as a good experiential form to express and release one's inner world. We arrived at the house we rented on Saturday and stayed for one night. 

The house had a large sun terrace. Once I saw it I knew it was a good place to meditate. And the the weather that day was suitable for meditation as well: it was a rainy day. A few years ago, when I had a sleeping problem, I asked a best friend if there was any way to help fall asleep, he recommended me a mobile app that imitated the sound of raining. These days it rained a lot in New York, and that sleeping problem thing and the app came to my mind again.

The next day on Sunday, I woke up. The first thing I did was to go to the terrace, standing there for a few minutes. I just stood, sometimes looking up to the sunlight between the trees, sometimes focusing on the birds that flew through, and sometimes listening to the sounds in the air. It was a good moment, although not very long.


                                                             (the view from the terrace)


                                       
                                      (the huge window door of the house that attracted me)


In addition, I had a dream again, in which the guy I had dreamt of last time showed up again. In reality we were not familiar, while in the dream, he acted as someone that was very intimate to me. He was talking with my mom and my grandparents there.

Below are the photos I took around Stony Brook: the sunset, and the early evening