The big month is upon us. That is, the month that people have been exploding to apocalyptic proportions for a very long time--December, 2012. As far I know, the experts have allowed two possibilities for our imminent destinies: Life or Death.
...hmm. That actually doesn't sound too far-fetched. We either experience worldwide doom, or we keep on living and realize we've been duped yet again. Well, if you look at it this way, I could either keep living today or die today, two trajectories we each face every single day.
So why should 12/21/12 be any different? Why should we be afraid of something we really don't know anything about? Because we need more excitement! An apocalypse should do the trick.
No, seriously, this is ridiculous. And I am content to believe that most of my generation is making fun of this nonsense as much as I am rather than stocking their closets with reserve baggies of weed or Facebook statuses for the coming darkness.
My opinion on the matter is somewhat different than being purely skeptical, however. I think that this global awareness and anxiety about the end of the world could actually be utilized in a positive way, with a mass meditation on global change and personal change. What I mean is that this whole 12/21/12 business could actually be useful. Let me begin by introducing a great book.
Harold H. Bloomfield and Robert B. Kory wrote The Holistic Way to Health and Happiness in 1978. I found this little baby in a thrift store in Iowa, a true treasure. It's a book that addresses in separate chapters every problem one might have with one's health, whether that be depression, insomnia, weight, sex drive, anxiety, smoking & drinking, and spiritual crisis. While each chapter is definitely worth reading and pondering, my favorite advice of the authors is that of The Healing Silence.
Wha...? Huh?
I sense your befuddlement. Here's what the book explains about The Healing Silence: "The easiest way to beginning more inner silence into your life is to close your eyes and relax for ten minutes once or twice a day." Seems simple, doesn't it? That's because it is. Meditation doesn't have to be just for Tibetan monks who are so skilled they can travel outside their bodies to visit their grandmothers in San Francisco for afternoon tea.
Here are the four steps to achieving the Healing Silence (trust me, I've tried this and it's miraculous):
1. Sit comfortably in a quiet room.
2. Close your eyes.
3. Relax your muscles systematically, starting with your feet and working up to your head.
4. Repeat the word "one" (or any simple word or syllable you might choose) to yourself with each exhalation of breath.
Silence is something we dread nowadays, because it usually denotes awkwardness, boredom, or something else negative. The book explains, "Our culture has become dependent on excitement as a primary source of enjoyment [...] Recent research indicates that the addiction to excitement has become so great that some people cannot endure a half-hour of complete silence without becoming edgy or nervous."
Furthermore, the kind of person held in high regard in our society is one who can handle all kinds of stress without breaking down, someone who is on the go all the time, busy and hurried, accomplishing a million things each day without hesitation. That kind of person may seem full of vitality and energy on the outside, but on the inside the stress is causing all manner of damages. The Healing Silence and silence in general is vital to feeling better in almost every way, whether it be about body image, anxiety, or simply boredom and apathy.
Here's my tie-in to the 12/21/12 theme: I urge you to try meditating once a day, for ten minutes. Try it. Afterward, when you have that overall tingly feeling, like you've been asleep but more acutely aware than ever, think about yourself and how you're changing. I think if enough people use our obsession with the Apocalypse to a different end--to start meditating on inner and outer change--maybe a new age will actually hit us, an age where thought and talk on a global scale becomes more important and the collective good becomes the center of our decision-making.
Or, if global change strikes you as too far-fetched, at least try the Healing Silence for your own good, for your own personal struggles. Because even if we only effectively change ourselves and our attitudes about ourselves, a ripple effect is created, and we have changed something.
Get off your computer now, go grab a comfy chair in front of a window, sit there and be quiet for ten minutes. See what changes occur and embrace them.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Obama Says It All--At My College!
Though I was unable to attend the speech, being in Prague and all, I was still so thrilled that President Obama returned to my school, Cornell College.
Watching this video, I soon realized Obama basically stated everything I wanted to hear from him.
All I can ask of my readers is that you vote--utilize your rights as Americans to make choices about your future. I won't badger you about whom to vote for, just think long and hard about what your real priorities are in this world, and how you want to leave the world behind for your children.
Here's the video of Obama's speech at Cornell College:
Watching this video, I soon realized Obama basically stated everything I wanted to hear from him.
All I can ask of my readers is that you vote--utilize your rights as Americans to make choices about your future. I won't badger you about whom to vote for, just think long and hard about what your real priorities are in this world, and how you want to leave the world behind for your children.
Here's the video of Obama's speech at Cornell College:
Sunday, October 14, 2012
In Search of Reads
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That's a lot of books. But I pile my reads upon a metaphorical lazy Susan and alternate what I read depending on what mood I happen to be in. For the past month, I've been in a South American revolutionary mood, hence Anderson's 800-page biography of Che. (Which, if you can believe it, I actually finished last night, notes included. I call that masochistic dedication.)
Prague was gloomy today (surprise surprise) and I was in a literature-browsing mood. I took a bus and then a tram to Prague's Lesser Quarter, Mala Strana, where the imposing green dome of St. Nicholas cathedral thrusts above the other meeker church steeples. Passing the entrance to Charles Bridge, where hordes of tourists were whipping out their cameras and maps, and stopping to listen to a one-man band (see image 1), I hurried across the cobbles and into a comfy street that lead away from the crazy hubbub (see image 2).
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This bookstore has a cozy, old-timey feel, with a slightly cramped layout. There's no lack of literature, no matter if you're searching for the latest J.K. Rowling novel (Casual Vacancy, a book I am urgently waiting to read till I can get it used and cheaper) or just the many volumes of Marx's Das Kapital. You become instantly swept in by the layers of the rooms and the colorful titles on the shelves. My first eye-catch was the selection of Murakami's works, all of which looked good enough to steal (I'd gladly trudge to jail with his complete works bulging in my coat pockets).
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The real magic, however, occurs downstairs. As you step down 600-year-old winding stone stairs, you hear gentle music coming from some hidden speakers, and enter into a vast cavern-like browsing chamber. Besides books in English, you can also find French, German, Spanish, and Russian books. I scanned the philosophy section excitedly, picking out works dealing with the transcendence of the human ego. Unsurprisingly, my attention didn't last long, and I moved on to fiction, where I read bits of Alice Walker and John Irving. I then moseyed into my favorite room, a quiet reading study with windows opened to a secret water channel flowing off the Vltava river (see image 4). On one of the walls sits a bookcase full of antique books of all sorts, which are under lock and key. A while ago I'd bought a 1940s publication of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. A true treasure trove.
This is the perfect spot to sit and read for hours, and you won't be bothered by anyone except for the rare browser. The atmosphere begs for meditation and reflection, the ideal place for immersing yourself in a fictional or nonfictional world. There's even an old typewriter on display--how romantic is that?
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A few hours later, after I'd contemplated purchasing the poetry of William Carlos Williams and the autobiography of Charlie Chaplin, I finally settled on Murakami's Sputnik Sweetheart, simply because the main character sounded so eerily similar to myself. So far, thirty pages into the book, I'm greatly satisfied with my choice, and highly recommend Murakami to any reader in search of easy to understand yet magically transcendental writing.
If you're ever in Prague, make sure to take a detour to Shakespeare and Sons, where you can find almost any book you could possibly want. And literary classics like James Joyce and Flaubert are only 85 crowns, about $4! You won't find that in just any big chain bookshop.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Philosophy of a Wanderer
It's been more than a year since my last post. Since then I've
graduated college, traveled to Europe, traveled around the U.S., attended an
Artist Residency in Iowa, and got a job at a Starbucks in Needham, Mass.
One of the many tram stops downtown Prague |
Currently I'm sitting at my kitchen table in Prague, listening to
BBC on the radio and nursing a coffee addiction. The new flat I've just moved
in to boasts a half-sized dishwasher (a huge commodity in this city), and even
a washing machine, though my clothes have to be hung out on a line on the
balcony. It's not much, and is inconveniently far from Old Town, but I'm
reminded of the greatness of Prague's public transportation every time I skip
out my door to catch Bus 137 to the nearest metro, which will take me anywhere
I wish to go.
This part of the city is quiet and residential, and makes me
forget I'm even in Prague. During my free time I reminisce about the people
I've met and chatted with during my recent travels, most notably Freddy, the
charismatic taxi driver from Rockford, Illinois. He picked me up from the Clock
Tower Inn at 10pm, and though I was insanely tired and had been traveling for
more than 24 hours, Freddy's bright, loud voice and friendly countenance woke
me up. He wore a baseball cap, pullover, and blue jeans, a fairly typical getup
for middle-aged Mid-Westerners. Freddy asked me about my travels as he drove me
to my grandmother's home, and I told him about Prague and the beauty of the
city. Curiously, he'd been to Prague, and was descended from a Russian and a
Czech--he was fluent in Russian, though I didn't press him to show off his
skills, due to my incapability to comprehend that round, dark language of my
own heritage.
I told him about what I studied at college. He found my interest
in writing and music fascinating, and we fell into a discussion about eReaders;
both of us understands the need for them, and the convenience of them in
today's fast-paced, travel-oriented world, but we both agreed that the
connection between a person and a physical book with paper pages was an almost
spiritual necessity and cannot be replicated by electronic screens. With the
dawn of social media and Skype, the frequency of physical immediacy and
presence has fallen, in my experience, and to be enlivened by physical
closeness to raw materials and real human beings is something we should not
take for granted.
Freddy dropped me off and dragged my 50 pound luggage inside. He
gave me his card and thanked me for such engaging conversation. A week later,
he drove me back to the bus stop, and we continued our conversation, this time
talking about the state of popular music and the true greatness of classical
composers.
Later, in a roomy, homey Starbucks in Newton, Massachusetts, I sat
at a large table with my laptop, trying to write sleek, boastful e-mails to
local publishing firms in hopes of snatching up my dream job as an editorial
assistant. I wasn't alone for long; a man with a brief case and a disheveled
appearance sat down at the corner, and immediately began emptying the contents
of the case onto the table top. Papers and sticky-notes, folders and pens, all
covered at least one quarter of the table and inched innocuously toward my spot
in the other corner. After attaining a coffee, he messed with his phone and
sang along to the overhead music, much more loudly than just any ordinary person
would dare to sing in a Starbucks.
Soon another older man sat at the table at the chair across from
me, and set up his own laptop. The tops of our computers were touching because
of the limited width of the table, and the briefcase man made a humorous
comment--that was the spark of conversation, and the three of us at the table
began talking. Bill was a businessman dealing in sports equipment, and the man
across from me was Sam, a Jewish lawyer.
It was as if we'd all known each other for years, the way we
listened and spoke interchangeably. Both men were strong democrats, and when I
voiced my concern about the "issue" of women's rights being debated
politically, Bill announced with surprising conviction that women should rule
the world, because men had had their chance and had simply screwed everything
up. As a 3rd Wave Feminist, I felt a burst of satisfaction at this comment, but
I had to tell him that the ultimate goal should be absolute social, political,
economic, and private equality. He agreed.
The conversation moved through politics (skimming, to my
excitement, the Cuban Revolution, my newest obsession), and lingered on the
issue of public transportation in the States. I told them about Prague's trams,
subway, and buses, and how having a car was considered an annoyance and, for
most people, an impossibility (with gas prices soaring to 9 USD per gallon,
it's not hard to understand why). Americans, we all agreed, have a unique
relationship with their cars and their travel independence, and living in such
a large country has certainly aided that relationship. Americans get panicked
without a car, and yearn for the freedom of owning one so that they can go
where they want whenever they want without fuss. To some Americans, having to
buy a bus ticket, get to a bus station, sit and wait as it stops every five
minutes, is a nightmare. I used to think that way, but living in Prague has
changed my idea of transportation, and fewer cars on the road help to alleviate
and slow global warming from carbon emissions.
I asserted my opinion on trains in America, and how our locomotive
industry has fallen behind the rest of the world's, especially that of Japan, a
country that has utilized the latest technology, magnets. America, I told the
men, could create thousands of new jobs with a complete revamping of the
locomotive industry, and create a more efficient, planet-friendly way for the
everyday American to travel the country. Right now our trains eat up fuel like
starving grizzly bears, and are mostly utilized for the transportation of
material goods. Train tickets would be much cheaper than plane tickets, and
would provide an economic jumpstart in that it would provide jobs in security,
management, advertising, building, ticketing, planning, engineering, and many
more. Bill said it was a good idea, but the issue was still Americans'
attachment to their cars and their strange cultural unwillingness to even
carpool on any given day. Families like their minivans and like toting around
their stuff in a machine they can call their own. In this case, they don’t like
to share.
Among others, I met a young American Airlines flight attendant who
was worried about losing her job due to the bankruptcy crisis, and talked with
me about how she doesn't get paid until the plane is in the air--at the time
we'd been sitting on the tarmac for an hour waiting for morning fog to lift; a
young woman and her Chihuahua, T.J., who was dressed stylishly in the clothes
from her Build-A-Bear teddy bear; a young soldier who was flying home for the
first time in eight months, who told me how so many boys and girls think going
to war will be like playing their favorite video game, but once you're there
and see the reality of human injury, hatred, not knowing whether your next
footfall will set off a mine, you realize how serious it really is, and how
much the citizens of Iraq just wanted their soil back.
Fellow world travelers touching the gold on a Charles Bridge statue, which is said to bring good luck |
I've discovered how traveling and talking with people from all
areas and all walks of life really enhances one's understanding of one's place
in the world. Without even thinking about it, we go through our day passing by
dozens of strangers, never speaking to them or even making eye contact. But
when you take the time to start a conversation, or even just smile, you see how
open people are and how willing they are to know you and your story. In our
large, wide country, we Americans tend to forget how similar people are in each
region, and we allow our presumptions and generalizations about people to make
us feel separated from the rest of the country and the rest of the world. It's
our way of cocooning ourselves and focusing on individual concerns, which makes
us selfish and self-absorbed--if we could just interact with different people
without putting up walls, we could find out how collective our hopes and dreams
really are. And during this turbid time in our history, with the elections
coming up and with political and religious polarization, this realization of
the collective human experience is truly an essential step toward peace and lifelong
contentment.
My last piece of advice: Do a little wandering, and carry no
expectations with you. Just an open mind and heart.
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