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Saturday, November 19, 2011

meditation

I became seriously interested in meditation about 10 years ago after reading the book "Transcendental Meditation" by the Indian guru Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, the founder of the namesake movement world wide and one-time "spiritual mentor" of the Beatles during the 1960's. Though fascinated by what it says–TM is such a wonderful thing it is the cure-all panacea for personal happiness and world peace–I decided to go cautious on it, being aware of the trappings such mythical practice might bring. I reasoned if all roads lead to Rome, as the religious-equal-righters like to say, then there ought to be something similar in Christianity. So I started Googling (back when Google was not a verb yet) the key words "Christian meditation" over the net, and voila! I did find something.

Called "contemplative prayer" or "centering prayer," the contemporary Christian meditation has its roots in Christian mysticism that was practiced by the monks and hermits in the Egyptian desert in the 3rd century AD. It has theological grounding and many practitioners throughout Christian history but somehow got lost or obscured by the Church in the past few hundred years. It was rediscovered and revived by a few modern mystics and Catholic monks such as Thomas Merton, John Main, Thomas Keating et al. since the 1950's and had become movements of their own, with seminars, retreats, publications and meditation groups all over the world today.

Without going through much of the "Spiritualese," Christian meditation, in essence, is a form of prayer. It is the ultimate form of prayer in that after we exhaust our heart and mind seeking and getting acquainted with Christ, the only way left to share and express our love and gratitude with God is through a way of silence. It is the opening of our whole being to God beyond thoughts, words, and emotions, a total self-surrender that frees us from making ourselves or even our relationship with God the center of the universe. 

Unlike Eastern meditation, Christian meditation does not emphasize the technique or methodological part of the practice: No yoga-like sitting or breath counting, for example, though it does not oppose to them either. Neither does it aim at entering the dissociative, "all nothingness" state of mind. The emphasis instead is on the intent to be intimate and rest in the peace of God's presence.    

So here is the simple practice guideline from the World Community for Christian Meditation website I've been following for the past 9 years or so:

Sit down. Sit still with your back straight. Close your eyes lightly. Then interiorly, silently begin to recite a single word – a prayer word or mantra. We recommend the ancient Christian prayer-word "Maranatha". Say it as four equal syllables. Breathe normally and give your full attention to the word as you say it, silently, gently, faithfully and above all - simply. The essence of meditation is simplicity. Stay with the same word during the whole meditation and from day to day. Don't visualise but listen to the word as you say it. Let go of all thoughts (even good thoughts), images and other words. Don’t fight your distractions but let them go by saying your word faithfully, gently and attentively and returning to it immediately that you realise you have stopped saying or it or when your attention is wandering.

I do this for 30 minutes every morning before breakfast, then read my daily devotional, then do a short (voiced) prayer. Then I get on to my daily life.

And I haven't gone insane so far :)


* If you are interested, here are some books related to contemporary Christian meditation:
"Open Mind, Open Heart" by Thomas Keating
"Seeds of Contemplation" by Thomas Merton
"Intimacy with God" by Thomas Keating
"Jesus, the Teacher Within" by Laurence Freeman
"The Cloud of Unknowing" by anonymous 14th century English mystic

Thursday, July 11, 2013

enlightenment 2.0

I'll call it "When High-Tech meets Ole Wiss(dom)," but did you know there are over 1000 and hundreds of Google employees who have attended or waiting to attend company sponsored meditation and mindfulness classes; Facebook is experimenting and following ancient and modern-day sages' advices to instill more humane ingredients in its service to 1 billion netizens over the world; some self-taught enlightenment achievers in the Valley think the way to Nirvana is here and now and its knowledge and practice should be open and sharable to all as much as possible, hence the "open source enlightenment" movement through web sites and mobile apps. And this being the Silicon Valley, there is an annual "trade event" called "Wisdom 2.0" ("How do we live with greater awareness, wisdom, and compassion in the digital age?") whose attendance has jumped up five folds since inception in 2010... All these are covered in a report titled "Enlightenment-Engineer" in the July issue of WIRED magazine. The following are some excerpts:

Google's on-campus "emotional intelligence" training class--called "Search Inside Yourself"--was started by Chade-Meng Tan, a Singapore born engineer who joined Google in 2000 as employee number 107 working on mobile search. He got turned on to Buddhism by an American nun and for years his attempts to bring meditation into the office had been met with limited success. It was only in 2007, when he packaged contemplative practices in the wrapper of emotional intelligence, that he saw demand spike. Now there are dozens of employee development programs at Google that incorporate some aspect of meditation or mindfulness, including a bimonthly series of “mindful lunches,” conducted in complete silence except for the ringing of prayer bells, which began after the Zen monk Thick Nhat Hanh visited in 2011. The search giant even recently built a labyrinth for walking meditations.

It’s not just Google that’s embracing Eastern traditions. Across the Valley, quiet contemplation is seen as the new caffeine, the fuel that allegedly unlocks productivity and creative bursts. Classes in meditation and mindfulness—paying close, nonjudgmental attention—have become staples at many of the region’s most prominent companies. There’s a Search Inside Yourself Leadership Institute now teaching the Google meditation method to whoever wants it. The co-founders of Twitter and Facebook have made contemplative practices key features of their new enterprises, holding regular in-office meditation sessions and arranging for work routines that maximize mindfulness.

Repeated studies have demonstrated that meditation can rewire how the brain responds to stress. Boston University researchers showed that after as little as three and a half hours of meditation training, subjects tend to react less to emotionally charged images. Other research suggests that meditation improves working memory and executive function. And several studies of long-term practitioners show an increased ability to concentrate on fast-changing stimuli. One paper cited by the Google crew even implies that meditators are more resistant to the flu.

But Googlers don’t take up meditation just to keep away the sniffles or get a grip on their emotions. They are also using it to understand their coworkers’ motivations, to cultivate their own “emotional intelligence”—a characteristic that tends to be in short supply among the engineering set. There is in fact little data to support the notion that meditation is good for Google’s bottom line, just a few studies from outfits like the Conference Board showing that emotionally connected employees tend to remain at their current workplaces. Still, the company already tends to its employees’ physical needs with onsite gyms, subsidized massages, and free organic meals to keep them productive. Why not help them search for meaning and emotional connection as well?

Search Inside Yourself might have remained a somewhat isolated phenomenon in the Valley if a mindfulness instructor named Soren Gordhamer hadn’t found himself divorced, broke, out of a job, and stuck in the town of Dixon, New Mexico (population 1,500). Gordhamer, who had spent years teaching yoga and meditation in New York City’s juvenile detention centers, was feeling increasingly beleaguered by his seemingly uncontrollable Twitter habit. He decided to write a book—Wisdom 2.0: Ancient Secrets for the Creative and Constantly Connected—that offered tips for using technology in a mindful manner. By providing constant access to email, tweets, and Facebook updates, smartphones keep users distracted, exploiting the same psychological vulnerability as slot machines: predictable input and random payouts. They feed a sense that any pull of the lever, or Facebook refresh, could result in an information jackpot.

So he got the idea to host a conference where the technology and contemplative communities could hash out the best ways to incorporate these tools into our lives—and keep them from taking over. The event, billed as Wisdom 2.0, was born in April 2010 and the attendance has shot up 500 percent in 3 years. In 2013 nearly 1,700 signed up to hear headliners like Arianna Huffington, LinkedIn CEO Jeff Weiner, Twitter cofounder Evan Williams, and, of course, Meng talk about how they run their enterprises mindfully. 

One of the reasons that Wisdom 2.0—and the broader movement it represents—has become so big, so quickly, is that it stripped away the dogma and religious trappings. But it’s hard not to consider what gets lost in this whittling process. Gautama Buddha famously abandoned the trappings of royalty to sit under the Bodhi Tree and preach about the illusion of the ego. Seeing the mega-rich take the stage to trumpet his practices is a bit jarring. It also raises the uncomfortable possibility that these ancient teachings are being used to reinforce some of modern society’s uglier inequalities. Looking around Wisdom 2.0, meditation starts to seem a lot like another secret handshake to join the club. “There is some legitimate interest among business people in contemplative practice,” Kenneth Folk says. “But Wisdom 2.0? That’s a networking opportunity with a light dressing of Buddhism.” And several established Buddhist leaders who came to this year’s conference were openly wary of what they saw as an unhealthy fixation on the brass ring of enlightenment. “If someone really wants it, I’ll teach it,” says Kornfield, cofounder of the Spirit Rock Meditation Center north of San Francisco. “But a strong goal orientation can heighten unhealthy ambition and self-criticism. It doesn’t really heighten wisdom.”

Arturo Bejar, an engineering director at Facebook who was a reluctant guest at the first Wisdom 2.0 conference in 2010, but changed his mind after witnessing an onstage conversation about kindness with American Buddhist trailblazer Jon Kabat-Zinn: "If people truly see one another," Kabat-Zinn said, "they’re more likely to be empathetic and gentle toward each other." Bejar then began looking for ways to bring some of that compassion to Facebook, where bullying and flame wars were all too common among users and the tools for reporting offensive content weren’t terribly effective. Bejar set up a series of “compassion research days” at Facebook and brought in Buddhist-inspired academics from Berkeley, Yale, and Stanford to see if they could help.

Their advice: Make the tools more personal, more conversational, and more emotional. For instance, let people express their vulnerability and distress when asking for a problematic picture or status update to be removed. The changes were small at first. Instead of tagging a post as “Embarrassing,” users clicked a new button that read “It’s embarrassing.” But those three letters made an enormous difference. It turned the report from a seemingly objective classification of content into a customer’s subjective, personal response. Use of the tool shot up 30 percent almost immediately. This in a field where a change of a few percentage points either way is considered tectonic.

Further fixes followed: personalized messages, more polite requests to take down a photo or a post, more culture-specific pleas. (In India, for example, online insults directed at someone’s favorite celebrity tend to cut deeper than they do in the US.) “Hey, this photo insults someone important to me,” reads one of the new automatically generated messages. “Would you please take it down?”

It’d be easy to be cynical about this effort—to laugh at people who over-identify with a Bollywood starlet or to question why meditation teachers, the masters of directing attention, are working with the social networks that cause so much distraction. But when you sit with Bejar and his colleagues at Facebook as they review these reports—when you see all the breakups, all the embarrassing photos, the tiffs between mothers and daughters—it’s hard not to feel sad and awed at the amount of confusion and hurt. Over a million of these disputes happen every week on Facebook. If you had a God’s-eye view of it all, wouldn’t you want to handle that pain with gentle hands?

Kenneth Folk’s journey toward enlightenment started in 1982 when he ran out of cocaine. An addict, he took the only drugs he could find: four hits of LSD. He saw a glass tube open up into the sky and merge with beautiful white light. “My drug addiction vanished in that moment,” he recalls. It sent him on a decades-long journey to re-create the experience. He spent three months on a silent retreat in Massachusetts and another six at a Burmese monastery, wearing a sarong in winter and eating his final meal of the day at 10 am. He found himself hitting ecstatic heights. But he also found that, at times, meditation could lead to rather horrible depression.

The monks of Burma told Folk that the depressive episodes were the completely predictable result of his meditative work and that they would soon be over. He was on a well-worn path through 16 stages of insight, each one bringing him closer to enlightenment. They laid out a map of his inner voyage and told Folk precisely where he was. Folk followed their plan and, he says, eventually became enlightened.

It was a radical shift from the method traditionally used by mystics to impart wisdom, in which a master cryptically pointed the acolyte in the direction he should go. And Folk loved it. Enlightenment wasn’t some completely mysterious, ungraspable goal. He returned to America ready to preach a gospel of jail-broken enlightenment: The source code for spiritual awakening is open to anyone. “Enlightenment is real. It is reproducible,” he says. “It happens to real human beings. It happened to me.”

He and his co-believers started contributing to a web forum called the Dharma Overground, a place online to share tips on the most effective means to promote enlightenment, to brag about the mystical powers that come with intensive meditation, and to chart their progress through the four rounds of 16 stages that lead to a final awakening.

Back in one ordinary class of Search Inside Yourself Institute, one of Meng’s students raises her hand. This saintly training, this randomly wishing for others’ happiness—it doesn’t seem all that genuine, she says: “It felt like I was saying the words, but I wasn’t actually doing anything by thinking that.”

A co-instructor tells her it’s OK to feel that way. The practice will help you later, he says, even if it comes across as empty at the time. “There’s definitely a fake-it-till-you-make-it aspect to it,” he says.

Oh no, Meng answers. It’s the first time in the whole class he’s corrected anyone. “It’s not faking it until you make it,” he says. “It’s faking it until you become it.”

Thursday, January 16, 2014

club med

It's probably triggered by my curiosity-driven hunt for new things in a new environment after I moved down to our new residence here in deep south Orange County some 20 months ago, but also for a long while I had been looking for a meditation group where I might be able to share the meditation practice I had been doing by myself for years with like-minded people. 

Based on my previous experiences, I knew Catholic churches are the most likely places where such "contemplative prayer" groups might gather. I browsed through a couple websites of Catholic churches in south Orange county, didn't find one. However, I did find a small Episcopal church, which–based on my limited knowledge on Christian church history–is a Protestant denomination that's closest to Catholic practice, in San Clemente. It says on its website: "Please consider this your invitation to join us for our Monday Meditation Class.... We are a small, understanding group of friends who would love to have you with us..." (http://scbythesea.org/content/meditationgroup.html)

So on one late August 2012 Monday evening I went, and I have been going there basically every Monday evening ever since.

Out of the 7 regularly attending men and women I met there, Annie was probably the one I got most impression with right from the beginning. She's a tall, red-hair lady, very intelligent, knowledgeable, witty, and articulate--I can learn quite a few things just by listening to her talk, be it about movies, books, people, places, spiritualities... they all come so episodic and off-handed from her it's mesmerizing for me to hear. I also sense she's got a great, tender heart underneath her swift talking and she can sense people's feelings and needs fairly well and care for them in a considerate way.  

Evelyn is the wife of the group's founder, Randy, who started the group about 11-12 years ago (just about the time I started doing meditation on my own, that's how I remember), who passed away about a couple years ago, before I joined the group. A Japanese American born and raised in the Southland, she is our faithful meditation "gong striker," keeping the 30-minute time period for each meditation session for us. She's a little reserved, but articulate as well (they all are articulate, I find out pretty soon), and makes great cookies and innovative desserts like a "yin-yang" cake she once brought to the group for someone's birthday to share.

Brigitte is a German American who emigrated to this country when she was a little girl with her parents, who are still living in the East Coast. She's an avid reader and would occasionally bring up some spiritual verses from the books she read for the group to share. Although she looks like only in her early 50's, she's just recently become a grandmother for the second time, we have learned. And she's a fantastic foodie, who likes to learn and try new delicacies and cuisine of different kinds. She once invited us all to her house for a full course Indian food try out, which she self-taught through some cook books just a few weeks before and everything looked and tasted so professional and greatly delicious! She's a "Wunder Woman" in my book.

Grace is a lady from Pasadena married to a Belgian man and now lives here in San Clemente, with grand children in San Diego she occasionally would baby sit for her children. Don't be fooled by her tiny frame and very genteel and gracious manners, she's been an anti-nuclear activist for a while and had been rallying and attending seminars and conferences throughout the fight against Southern California Edison for the closing of the San Onofre nuclear power plant that finally happened last year. I once joked that "she was the lady who single-handedly shut down the nuclear power plant here in San Clemente" when introducing her to some new member to the group :)  

Matt is officially the leader, or contact person, of this very democratic group of meditators. He's a handsome looking fellow with charming smiles whose day time profession is an industrial designer. We once went to his house for his birthday and I was impressed by the artworks hanging on the walls that I heard were all his own doing. He's also our official sommelier (the wine server) because he's the one who always brings wine to the group whenever we have a little celebration (for birthday, holiday, or just Evelyn or Brigitte having some new cookies or cakes for us to try out) at the church's little library room where we do the meditation.

Mel and Joanne were the late comers (after me) to the group. Mel is probably the most senior person in the group--in his late 70's--but in very good physical and mental shape. Me and my wife once went hiking with him over the back hills between their home and ours, and he walked and talked at a pace that we had to play catch up with. He and his wife Joanne came from Catholic backgrounds, have 4 grown-up children and a handful of beautiful grand children, as we can see in the pictures at their cozy home we once visited. They are both actively involved with a homeless shelter ministry they co-founded as well.

So every Monday evening we meet at the homey library room of the church, chat a few minutes, then sink into a 30-minute silence, "wake up," chat some more, then leave. We have also tried a couple different forms of meditation over time as some of us would propose and we agreed to. For example, Joanne once led a "visual meditation" session where we picked and cut pictures from various magazines she brought as they caught our mental eyes and pasted them on a board to form a theme or story that we then shared with each other. Annie facilitated another one where we all lay down on the floor listening to spiritual music and meditated on things that happened through our lives that we remember most vividly, then shared them with others at the end if we wanted to.

Though I am probably the least articulate among them all (English not being my first language, for one thing), I feel comfortable there, probably because we speak the same "spiritual language," that I don't feel I have to "hedge" my expressions so not to offend some people or make them feel uncomfortable, not knowing where those words or thinking of mine came from. Going deeper, even more important than that "like-mindedness" that might have attracted me in the first place, is "loving kindness," a loving heart combined with an open mind that tries to understand, engage and include--not label, mark off, or block out, that's the sign of true Christian love and fellowship, and that's what I see in Annie, Evelyn, Brigitte, Grace, Matt, Mel, and Joanne, at what we call our Club Med(itation)!
  
     

        


Brigitte and Matt holding the "yin-yang"            The full course Indian food Brigitte
cake Evelyn made for their birthdays                  made all by herself at her kitchen

         

Evelyn, Matt, Joanne, Mel, Grace, Brigitte         Annie and her cat at her apartment
at the library

Here's the link to the picture and news article of a public hearing on San Onofre nuclear power plant where Grace served as a panelist :

One thing I introduced to the group and they all like is using my smartphone timer app to play a "wake-up" music instead of Evelyn watching the clock and "hitting the gong" at the end of the meditation for us. The music I use nowadays is "Be Still My Soul" by Libera: 

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

mindfulness

Some little sharing I had with my meditation group the other day:

It seems on the surface there are two schools of ideas regarding the way of meditation: One says to go into a state of absolute nothingness, without a specter of thought or image, spending as little effort as possible, into the state of total detachment from anything and everything; the other, called "mindfulness", on the other hand, is to focus as intentionally as you can, on every little thing you are doing at the moment.

My meditation practice has been mostly on the former: Every morning I spend 30 minutes sitting in silence "trying-without-trying" to be calm and letting go and into the state of effortless flow of equanimity...

My mindfulness--or "living in the moment"--practice, on the other hand, has been pretty lacking, even though conceptually I understand the importance of it, I realize more and more that I am not doing it much.

For example, my wife has been criticizing me that I eat too fast, and I've been ignoring that criticism thinking that's just a matter of opinion (I think she eats too slowly), until I realize the reason why I eat that fast is because I am using my mouth like a food processor, my brain busily dictating it to mingle potato with meat, salty food with bland one, so to speak, in the most efficient way possible, to finish up the job fast, instead of slowly and truly savoring the taste of food or enjoying the process of eating.

And I read an article yesterday about how the Japanese people have long ingrained the mindfulness practice in their culture: From the train conductors announcing out loud every maintenance move they are taking (and statistics show this does dramatically reduce the rate of mistakes happening) to the ritualistic respect they pay to their tea ceremony, flower arrangement, cherry-blossom viewing, etc... 

I think these two practices are two sides of a coin, not contradictory to each other. Maybe I'll call the practice of mindfulness "meditation in action", and the other "meditation in segregation", since it requires segregated time and environment to do so. And probably because of such conspicuous efforts we make, it becomes the "formal" one, or the one we focus on. 

But the reality is 99% of our day is spent in action--eating, walking, talking, working, thinking, etc.--whether we like it or not. So maybe the practice of mindfulness meditation should be at least as important as the segregated, formal one, shouldn't it? At least that's what I am telling myself now.

Just a little "mindful" sharing with you 😊

Saturday, September 20, 2014

happy birthday suite 57

I wasn't expecting it, but near the end of our weekly small group gathering last Saturday evening, somebody started saying "We've got someone's birthday today," and I pretty much gathered that's me they were referring to, even though my birthday was one following day away. Our small group keeps records of each's birthday and celebrates them during the month they fall on. So this was not that unusual. Still, I was a bit surprised since this was the first time the group reconvened after a summer recess, and there must be quite some things still buzzing over everybody's mind.

Even more surprising was the birthday cake they had for me--not the usual creamy pasty kind, but 5 or 6 pieces of Chinese moon cake, in all varieties: lotus seed (蓮蓉), five kernel (五仁), sweet bean (豆沙), egg yolk (蛋黃).. all well shaped well stuffed and well flavored. And you'd be surprised to know, they were all made by one young fellow sister of ours who did this for the first time, she said. Wonderful work! I regret I didn't take photo of them before eating, but not to worry, I am intentionally leaving the space below empty so when she has her next culinary surprise for us I'll take photo and fill in the blank here:


(Coming soon from sister Janet's gourmet kitchen...)


The next day, Sunday, my birthday, I went out with a group of old friends--these are couples me and my wife have acquainted for the past 20+ years, some are my college friends, some tennis partners (before I quit playing it), etc.--to a local Chinese buffet restaurant for dinner. Nominally this was just one of those get-together dine-outs we did from time to time, but at the end they all sang Happy Birthday to me and another fellow who had the same birthday as I but one year younger. And the restaurant chipped in with a special one-free-meal certificate for my next visit after verifying my ID:



This requires me bringing 3 others to get mine free. Come with me and I'll split the check with you so we all get an equivalent of 25% discount.

Now came Monday. For that my wife and I did have a planned event: we had invited all my Monday evening meditation group members to our house for the usual meditation plus the birthday celebration, not just for myself but also for another group member whose birthday falls just 3 days apart from mine. Right around 6 PM--our usual meditation get-together time--they all appeared at our house, with flowers, wine, gift, and one great looking birthday cake made by yet another culinarily talented lady. We had wine and chatted and some toured around the house since this was the first time they were here, then sat down and enjoyed the 6-dish dinner my super wife prepared for this occasion. We then went out to the yard to have a (reduced) 20-minute meditation around the fire pit under the night stars, then came back for the cake and gift and cards unwrapping... It was a joyful and memorable evening for everyone.








The happy birthday girl and I   







Birthday cards now decorate the top shelf of my bookcase


So what's to make of this middle of nowhere, obscure 57th birthday of insignificance of mine? If I am to pick up that jocular line I made on my 55th birthday (http://cdwong.blogspot.com/2012/10/memorables.html), that if turning 50 means "I know what on earth am I here for" (五十知天命), and turning 60 means "my wife's nagging becomes music to my ears" (六十耳順), then turning 55--or 57--means I am half way--or further on my way--to realizing that my purpose in life is to hear my wife's nagging as music to my ears. I am getting there, honey, just be patient.

Or to paraphrase someone, "What on earth is my birthday for?" I think it is just one explicit occasion for reconnecting, sharing, and being jolly, with friends and family, real and virtual, secular and spiritual, new and old, East and West, here and now.

And like one of my Facebook friends said on my wall: May we all be 天天安康喜樂--happy and healthy every day! 

Thursday, September 21, 2017

60

I am not a birthday person, the thought of people getting together putting you in focus throwing good words at you for no reasons other than it's your birthday always makes me feel a little uneasy, to tell the truth.

But it's not all about you, you over-bashful, self-conscious dude! Here are four different flavors of birthday celebration I experienced in one past week:

The serene
On Monday, my weekly meditation day, my wife and I invited the group to our home for an extended meditation with birthday celebration for me and another meditator whose birthday was just a few days apart from mine. We enjoyed a delicious dinner my wife prepared, the birthday cake and cookies and ice cream some of them made, some folksy music videos I arranged, then a 20-minute group meditation under the stars in the back yard...

A delightful night of peace and quiet sharing with my "Club Med" extended family of 5+ years.


The festive
A group of similar-aged friends of ours have been celebrating milestone birthdays for each other for years, and on Thursday (my actual birthday) it's me and another guy's turn (we both share the same birthday, he being one year younger than I though). We reserved a private room in a classy Japanese restaurant in Newport and enjoyed custom-ordered gourmet food all together ... A feast of the decade (last time we did this was when we turned 50)!


The gaudy
Though I had long pulled my birthday info from my social media profile, words still somehow got out and one of my junior high school buddies set off a flurry of birthday wishes over our high school alum chat line that included a tacky "birthday gift" photo such as this:


That gift, live bodies if they were, would help cure the chronical foot problem I have by accompanying me strolling through Southern Californian beaches each day, as I joked with my boyish friends online.

The unexpected
Paul Lo was my true heart-to-heart friend in college and one of my yearly must-meets in northern California, except I didn't get to see him this year when I was there and he was out of town a couple months ago.

On Saturday morning I noticed he had tried to call me through a chat line then left a well wishing note after I failed to answer. I called him right back and had a short but precious chat with him, a pleasant surprise that can only seem so timely for a lifetime friendship.




So I just turned 60, how does that feel? Not much really, in comparison to when I turned 50 (half one-hundred, that's a shocker), or even 55 (when I discovered for the first time I could be categorized as senior citizen). Or maybe my premeditation on yet another epical age to come months before has done its job of defanging that the advent of it has lost its sting on me.

60 is a round-up number In Chinese calendar, and we also like to call it the year of turning "easy ears" (耳順), in contrast to 50 when one begins to "reckon what on earth am I here for" (知天命), both quoting from Confucius.

If I were to interpret "easy ears" to mean "whatever my wife says is like music to my ears" ("yes dear") and combine it with the reckoning of what my life's for when turning 50, then I should say by now I should have realized that the purpose of my life is to take whatever my wife says as music to my ears.

That in turn would be music to my wife's ears, wouldn't it?

Maybe 60 is a year of turning around, after all.

May we all find our turn-arounds in life, times to rekindle our love, renew our vows, re-adjust our priorities... to relax, regroup, and relaunch, into the next round of life, all the time!

Friday, July 12, 2019

interfaith meditation walk

I felt America was so great again I went to an interfaith interdependence walking meditation to celebrate its independence day on 4th of July.

The event was held at a lake park just north of downtown LA. I met and picked up Grace--one of my fellow "Club Med" weekly meditation group friends in San Clemente--and her husband Kris at a local Costco parking lot and headed north.

If you want to experience what perfect traffic on LA freeway is like, pick 4th of July to drive. No stop-and-go, crawling or tailgate hugging, not even a single slowdown, but smooth-as-silk driving all the way, reaching our destination 60 miles away in less than 50 minutes that could take an hour and a half during normal weekday rush hour.

We took a quick tour around this busy community park before the event started. Lots of people jogging, strolling, fishing around an elegant, curvy, placid lake, sufficed with a red bridge, white lotus, and a tall fountain at the center.
About 20 people (that grew to about 30 as we proceeded) gathered when the procession started. Led by a couple of young ministers of the event's organizer, the Interfaith Ministry of Episcopal Diocese of Los Angeles, we walked along the lake in silence, stopping every few minutes at a "religion station", where a representative from said faith shared the essence of their belief or their personal take on it.

The Hindu station referenced Mahatma Gandhi's effort and skill in achieving justice while building harmonious relationships among people in community.

The Christian station cited the New Testament's metaphor of eyes, hands, heart and mind serving in harmony within one body of Christ, recognizing that all components of the body are needed for health and vitality.

The Jewish station, represented by a young Lecturer and "Diversity Consultant for Organic Communication" at UCLA, relayed the story in the Torah that finds the people of Israel dwelling in community, with tents respecting individual space, yet arranged to be part of the unified whole.

At the Islamic station, a young woman shared her heart-touching understanding of the teaching from an Islamic sage "Ask questions, not to find fault, but to understand" that helps her practice a life of true loving that pleases God.

The Sikh station pointed out their long standing tradition of providing generous hospitality that is currently exemplified by their daily feeding of 14,000 refugees at the Syrian border.

And the Buddhist, the Humanist, the Baha'i stations...

After circling the lake and all 8 stations, a casual refreshments and mingle session was held at the indoor center for those who opted to stay. We each shared briefly our background and reflection on today's event. Two of them registered in my mind in particular:

A humanist/atheist: "Surveys consistently show we atheists are the most despised people in the US... even though our humanist beliefs dictate us to live by high ethical and moral standards... It looks to me our only hope of reconciliation with the religious people will have to go through progressives like those of you I see here today."

A mother who brought her two young children (one in a stroller) to the walk: "Though I left my Christian faith then later came back to the church myself, I want to bring my children to environments like this so they can see, feel and smell the air of diversity for themselves as they grow."

The drive back home was smooth as well, ignoring the fact that there were more cars on the freeway and a wayward mini van almost grazed me by the side. We stopped by a fusion (or should I say "inter-culinary") restaurant in Aliso Viejo for a late lunch, where I had a delicious Ahi tuna salad and Grace and Kris had their favorite steak sandwiches.

It would have been a perfect driving day for me if I did not make a wrong turn at our final freeway exit, forgetting we were to return to the Costco parking lot not my home. But like a little aberration in life can only deter but not detour us from getting where we want to go if we know where we want to go, a swift U-turn at next light got us back on the right direction again and I delivered my two most pleasant companions of the day to their cute Mini at the Costco parking lot safe and sound!

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“We're all just walking each other home.”
― Ram Dass    


​At the Buddhist station, Marianne, born in Hawaii when it was still a US Territory, celebrated her 90th birthday with us all

  

Sunday, August 2, 2020

a hectic fall

It was a Monday evening, I just started off my home on my way to Mel & Jo's for our recently resumed weekly meditation meetup. This was the third week in a row I bicycled instead of driving to my meditation friend's home. Evelyn's and Annie's were both in San Clemente, Mel & Jo's was in San Juan Capistrano, closer to my neck of the woods but the route I chose for this bike ride had some up and down, wind-around road challenges I felt a bit anxious to check out.

Maybe too anxious, I forgot the steep slope that led down our community exit that I always needed to maneuver through first, and careless, for I had been riding down this slope so many times before, I didn't apply much brake, and instead of rolling over the speed bump I swerved to its side to bypass it... next thing I knew I saw my wheels hit the seam between the curb and the pavement and start to rattle and wobble and I reckoned I was losing control of my bike and decided to let go the handlebars and fell to the ground...


When I came to, there were a couple of people sitting beside me by the roadside (some Good Samaritan neighbors happened to drive by and saw the accident), a man and a woman, I thought. The woman asked kindly how I felt, I said I was all right, "what day is today," she continued, and I felt funny, because I couldn't answer that question, nor could I figure out why I was there and where I was headed...

They called the ambulance for me and minutes later I was in the Emergency Room of Mission Hospital. They took an X-ray on my left shoulder and a CT-scan on my head and left me resting there for a few hours before returning with the result: A broken collarbone on my left shoulder and a minor concussion on my head. Neither was too serious and should heal themselves in days, they said. They then gave me a prescription for pain-killer medicine and a sling for shoulder support and dispatched me home.

I had a couple nights of very bad sleep not only due to the broken shoulder but also the left wrist and fingers that were red hot swollen and excruciatingly painful. I also experienced morning headaches and dizziness and nausea at times.

But these gradually let up in the following days, to the point when I visited my primary care doctor a week later for followup check, as suggested by the ER staff, I spent about equal time catching up with him (he's been our family doctor for decades and we don't get to see each other except on "special occasions" like this) as talking about the accident and its after-effect on me.

My sense of recovery and well being got even stronger a few days later when I visited an orthopedist referred by my primary care doctor. As a precaution, and to know exactly how my injury was and had been healing, he ordered another X-ray on my shoulder, as well as an MRI on my wrist.

He called me the next day with a somewhat alarming tone: The X-ray report he just saw showed the fracture of my collarbone was much worse than he originally thought, the bone was split far apart and out of alignment, a situation that called for immediate surgery the sooner the better.


I was surprised to hear that and started looking for second opinions on whether I should do surgery or not. After talking to a couple of fellow cyclists who had similar accidents and injuries and had gone through surgeries, a regenerative (non-surgical) medical doctor, and another orthopedist, I concluded I should do the surgery and set up for it the following week, a little more than three weeks from the day the accident happened.

It was a minor surgery--as the doctors liked to say, comparing it to knee replacement or open heart surgeries, I suppose. I was put under general anesthesia, though, and slept through the two-hour operation. What the doctor did was put in a metal plate, drill holes on my bones, fasten the plate and bridge the bones together again.


The post-surgery recovery was quite manageable, the inconveniences I had to live through came from needing to avoid wetting the bandaged surgical cut on my shoulder when taking a bath, and the restricted movement of my left arm and hand that forced me to wash my face with one hand, like a cat, for example.

All these were lifted after I paid my post-op visit to the surgery doctor last Friday. They removed the bandage and stitches from the wound, and said I could start moving my arm and hand around like normal again... no swimming until a couple weeks later, though. 

Neither bicycling, I suppose.

* How to fall off a bike the right way? Believe it or not, I've been cycling off and on for over 8 years, including a 9-day round-the-island tour in Taiwan a couple years ago, and this was the first time I ever fell off a bike. Here is the belated tip I learn from online: 

When sensing an imminent fall, tuck your chin to your chest, keep your hands on the bars or as close to your body as possible, roll when you hit the ground to spread the forces of the impact across a larger surface area, so to reduce your chances of a fracture.

One thing I certainly did not do was holding on to the handlebars, but instead letting it go so easily, maybe subliminally thinking about or trying to apply the fall-down skills I learned from Judo or snow skiing practices, when what's waiting for me down there was not a tatami mat or a soft pile of snow, but hard rugged ground of asphalt pavement!

* Many thanks to those who came to my aid after the accident: From Christine who picked me up at the ER, to Richard who took me to the many doctor visits and the surgery, to Dr. James who referred me a fine orthopedic specialist and gave valuable after-surgery advices, to my across-street neighbors who sent me comfort foods, to my meditation group and book group friends and all others who expressed condolences and good wishes after hearing the accident. Your acts of love and kindness, good thoughts and prayers are more powerful and spread wider than whatever pandemic virus out there is and could!

Thursday, October 20, 2022

meditation quotes

Every morning, when I open my meditation app (yes now they have apps for everything) for its timer function, it pops up with a quote for the day. I ignored them at first, but then I find some I do like:

"Count your age by friends, not years. Count your life by smiles, not tears."
– John Lennon 

"Don't go through life. Grow through life."
Eric Butterworth

"Our journey is about being more deeply involved in life and yet, less attached to it."
– Ram Dass

"The secret to living well is: eat half, walk double, laugh triple, and love without measure."
– Tibetan Proverbs

"Appreciation is a wonderful thing. It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well."
Voltaire

"Only in the darkness can you see the stars."
– Martin Luther King Jr.

"The sun will rise and set regardless. What you do with its light is up to you."
– Alex Elle

"Do what you can, with what you have, where you are."
Theodore Roosevelt

"Reminder: a sign of growth is being okay with not being okay."
– Yung Pueblo

"Write your sad times in sand; write your good times in stone."
– George Bernard Shaw

"Love will sometimes look like letting go."
– Alex Elle

"If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need."
– Cicero

“Perfection is achieved not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupery

"The smallest act of kindness is worth more than the greatest intention."
– Kahlil Gibran

"In every religion, there's love, yet love has no religion."
– Rumi

"Trust the wait. Embrace the uncertainty. Enjoy the beauty of becoming."
Mandy Hale

"Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes... Including you." 
Anne Lamott

"Everyone shines, given the right lighting." 
Susan Cain

"All things must pass."
– George Harrison

Sunday, August 7, 2022

the religion of man

Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941) was a world renowned Indian poet, writer, philosopher, and the first non-European to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. "The Religion of Man" is a compilation of his lectures given at Oxford University in May 1930 that deals with the universal themes of divine experience, illumination, God and spirituality. The following are highlights and notes (in blue Italic) I take from the book.

Man and Nature are one
What we call nature is not a philosophical abstraction, not cosmos, but what is revealed to man as nature. In fact it is included in himself and therefore there is a commingling of his mind with it, and in that he finds his own being.

The elementary unit of things, or the "innocent" state of consciousness, does not necessarily stand higher grounds than their subsequent, more complex formations
A certain condition of vacuum is needed for studying the state of things in its original purity, and the same may be said of the human spirit; but the original state is not necessarily the perfect state. The concrete form (flower, tree, animals, for example) is a more perfect manifestation than the atom, and man is more perfect as a man than where he vanishes in an original indefiniteness (such as in the thoughtless, "blank" state of transcendental meditation).

The dynamic nature of Truth
"Truth is both finite and infinite at the same time, it moves and yet moves not, it is in the distant, also in the near, it is within all objects and without them." This means that perfection as the ideal is immovable, but in its aspect of the real it constantly grows towards completion, it moves.

Humanity fills an otherwise dull, vacuous universe with creativity
The difference between the (musical) notes as mere facts of sound and music, as a truth of expression is immense. For music, though it comprehends a limited number of notes, yet represents the infinite. It is for man to produce the music of the spirit with all the notes which he has in his psychology and which, through inattention or perversity, can easily be translated into a frightful noise. In music man is revealed, and not in a noise.

For man by nature is an artist; he never receives passively and accurately in his mind a physical representation of things around him. There goes on a continual adaptation, a transformation of facts into human imagery, through constant touches of his sentiments and imagination... It is what we are conscious of, by which we are affected, that which we express. When we are intensely aware of it, we are aware of ourselves and it gives us delight. We live in it, we always widen its limits. Our arts and literature represent this creative activity which is fundamental in man.

"What is Art?" It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.

Inspired, not contrived; "god-sent", not "man-made"
The vision of the Supreme Man is realized by our imagination, but not created by our mind.

Man is more than just a social animal
Man has not been moulded on the model of the bee and therefore he becomes recklessly anti-social when his freedom to be more than social is ignored.

What constitutes true freedom and true knowing
Freedom in the mere sense of independence has no content, and therefore no meaning. Perfect freedom lies in a perfect harmony of relationship, which we realize in this world not through our response to it in knowing, but in being. Objects of knowledge maintain an infinite distance from us who are the knowers. For knowledge is not union (if we keep our objects of knowledge at a distance)... We reach truth, not through feeling it by our senses or knowing it by our reason, but through the union of perfect sympathy.

The truly wise and the busy-body can make a good team
I refuse to think that the twin spirits of the East and the West, the Mary and Martha, can never meet to make perfect the realization of truth.

We have to keep in mind the fact that love and action are the only intermediaries through which perfect knowledge can be obtained; for the object of knowledge is not pedantry but wisdom.

Don't automatically equate poverty with virtue
I refuse to imagine any special value in poverty when it is a mere negation. Only when the mind has the sensitiveness to be able to respond to the deeper call of reality is it naturally weaned away from the lure of the fictitious value of things... The callousness of asceticism pitted against the callousness of luxury is merely fighting one evil with the help of another, inviting the pitiless demon of the desert in place of the indiscriminate demon of the jungle.

Hang on for the real thing
When, groping in the dark, we stumble against objects, we cling to them believing them to be our only hope. When light comes, we slacken our hold, finding them to be mere parts of the All to which we are related.

All broken truths are evil. They hurt because they suggest something they do not offer. Death does not hurt us, but disease does, because disease constantly reminds us of health and yet withholds it from us.

Ultimately, it's about God and human reunion
For all the abundance of His inherent joy, God is in want of my joy of Him; and Reality in its perfection only blossoms where we meet.

Monday, January 24, 2022

puli

Take a high speed train to Taichung, a 50 minute highway drive east, through a few tunnels across a hilly region, you are there.


​A quiet little farming valley surrounded by a university, a Buddhist pyramid, and a Christian church.

On September 21, 1999, a 7.7 earthquake epicentered 20 miles from here shook the ground, took 180 lives and shattered hundreds of buildings. A massive community redevelopment project to rebuild and remold the town to a more eco-friendly environment soon started. One fruit of the project is an eco-garden that features a "Frog Museum" and a "Paper Dome" built with cardboard tubes.

A Foreign Literature Department professor from the University nearby decided to contribute to the humanity element of the community by opening up a bookstore with bed-and-breakfast services seven years ago. It has since provided a safe hangout for local kids and comfortable accommodation for international travelers/bird-watchers all year round.


Besides lending floors to seminars and speeches, the bookstore organizes art festivals/contests and displays their works along lanes and alleys–the "village walls", morphing arts into the everyday life of the locals.


​It is here where the geographical center of Taiwan is located.


Some say it's the feng-shui (a lotus shaped basin), some say the magnetic fields (spiritual vortexes), the town boasts the highest Buddhist/Taoist temple density in the country and has been the center of the once-every-twelve-years religious festivals for over 120 years. Even the mural at a local restaurant's restroom gives advice on Zen meditation 😇


​Renowned for its fine water, a wine factory has long been in operation here since early Japanese colonial days. Its Shaoxing Wine (紹興酒), a remake of a name brand rice wine from mainland China, had been festivity favorites for decades before foreign imports took over the markets.


​A former political prisoner turned organic farmer who built a farming enterprise that supplies over 800 stores over the island shared his life stories with us and gave us his freshly written calligraphy as a parting gift for our two-day trip to this unique little town in central Taiwan.