Imagining the Future

Imbolc                                                                   Bloodroot Moon

A friend last night said we don’t spend enough time thinking about the future.  I believe he also meant imagining it, then trying to press ourselves toward it.  He may be right, I don’t know.

I know in my youth, say from 13 or so until the waning years of my forties, I had clear images of the future and put my back into seeing them come to be.  When junior boys couldn’t go to the senior prom, for example, I decided we needed to have junior prom.  And we did.  Seniors had always bought their rings from Jostens.  I thought we needed bids.  We chose Herff-Jones.

In college it was eliminating in loco parentis, the war in vietnam, racism.  We manged the first, raised hell about the second and, well, the last one.  Not so much.  Later feminism, affordable housing, normalization for the developmentally disabled, neighborhood based economic development, a jobs response to unemployment.  We made good progress on all of these.  Examples.  There were others, many others.

However.  Today we fight in Afghanistan, just finished up in Iraq.  The class inequality in the US and its attendant ills:  homelessness, joblessness, foodlessness are as high as ever.  Those neighborhoods in which the affordable housing got built and the businesses started as owner co-operatives worker managed.  Mostly out of business.  I imagine the senior class at Alexandria High is back to Jostens by now.  And no more junior proms.

Thankfully women are no longer locked in their dorms after ten on college campuses.  I’m not saying there hasn’t been progress.  Actually, I believe there has been.  And in difficult areas like racism, feminism, gay rights.  All to the good.  Not far enough, no, not by any means, but some progress, yes.

Yet the deep painful trench that separates the 99% from the 1% has gotten only wider.  Our new gilded age had some of its gold-plating knocked off, revealing a lot of brass, some tin and lots of lead, but the plating is mostly back now.

My point is this.  Imagining the future is one thing.  Not a bad thing to do I suppose, though it might be, but working for change is quite another.  It’s messy, painful and often fails.  Imagining can be a diversion from working now, for what’s possible, in incremental ways.  And in that sense we may imagine the future far too much.

Links to songs in Mandarin from a tumblr post.

gondoleia:

❝ 知人知面知己知彼又知心//古人说这就是所谓知音 
or: a collection of mandarin songs that are worth a listen

the kind-of oldies 

teresa teng the moon represents my heart ● tian mi mi ● dan yuan ren chang jiu● little town story fei yuqing a sprig of plum blossoms ● this handful of soil kris phillips clouds of my homeland zhang yusheng ocean blues luo dayou childhood ● pearl of the east tsai chin heartbreak station dadawa story of the red-crowned cranes faye wong red bean ● mortal world qi yu olive tree

the newer stuff

raymond ma jade robes jay chou red dust tavern ● shanghai 1943 ● east wind breaks ● blue and white porcelain wang leehom still in love with you ● sun washed in spring rain ● mistake of the flower fields ● bo ya breaks the string ● do you love me a’bao lan hua hua han hong endless love (with sun nan)  jing boranbu guo qing ren jie ● can’t stop jolin tsai wandering poet jason zhang under heaven ● after tomorrow anthony neely wake up ● sorry that i loved you tan jinglove at kangmei ● love south of the river khalil fong close to you ● bb88 sa ding ding love in 2012 sodagreen little love song ● (ft. ella) i was written in your song ●swallow’s nest phoenix legend moonlight over the lotus pool ● above the moon wulan tuoya plastic flowers ● lassoing horses liu huan  crescent moon han geng clown mask ● wild cursive li yugang the drunken concubine ● (ft. shi tou) yu hua shi

theme songs

free-floating flower (reign of assassins) ● wander (swordsman) ● flying together (butterfly lovers 2007) ● far away (butterfly lovers 2007) ● heaven and earth are in your heart (legend of the condor heroes 2003) ● mulan qing (hua mulan 2009) ●mulan star (hua mulan 2009) ● painted heart (painted skin 2008) ● painted heart (painted skin: the resurrection 2012) ● jiang hu yao (rose martial world) ● ru hua (da ya huan) ● hui bu qu (spell of the fragrance) ● shang shan ruo shui (spell of the fragrance) ● buddha says (jade palace lock heart 2) ● hawthorn blooming (under the hawthorn tree) ● under the hawthorn tree (under the hawthorn tree)

Botox

Imbolc                                                                              Bloodroot Moon

Great line in a note from Tom Byfield, longtime docent at the MIA, recently resigned.  He writes:  For many years being a docent was the Botox I needed to ease my way into old age feeling good about myself.  This is third phase thinking, considering this next, long portion of our lives and deciding what’s necessary to keep feeling good.

We all need some reconstructive surgery as we move away from life’s second phase, the one of work/career and family.  That is, we have to reshape, reconfigure our presence in the world.  This is different, in my mind at least, from reinventing yourself.  Not sure I’d want to do that. Not sure I could do that. But discovering new parts of myself or neglected parts that could blossom with sufficient attention, now that’s important.  And doable.

Another way to think about this is that the first two phases of life, education and career/family are instrumental.  We see ourselves as in training for something to do, then doing it, often with a spouse and children.  Much of the angst of the first two phases of life comes in the tension between the (necessary) instrumental view of our self and the Self aching to discover its true purpose.  The lucky ones match the instrumental with Self discovery, but most aren’t so lucky.

In the third phase of life though the instrumental drops away and the Self emerges, perhaps as out of a cocoon, with wings and the ability to fly.  After all those years of crawling along the ground.  Wow.  But, it turns out, flying is scary and leaving the ground behind also means leaving behind a lifetime of habits and learnings for the unknown.  It’s not surprising that so many fail to even spread their wings during the third phase.

We humans often hold close pain in preference to change, being familiar with the outline and shape of our misery while ignorant of the other.  We fear those things we do not know and this is wise.  It lends that side note of caution that often keeps us safe.  But, it turns out, that same side note can keep us from growing, from spreading those new wings and heading off into the morning.

So this is a message of encouragement if you’re stuck right now, hanging on to the job, the career, the skills that made you successful.  They’re not you; they’re things you learned.  Now you have an opportunity to learn some more.  I hope you take the chance.  Crawl out of that chrysalis and find out what life has to offer today.

 

 

What he said:

“Please,” he told them. “Let us be protectors of creation, protectors of God’s plan inscribed in nature, protectors of one another and of the environment.”   Pope Francis I  Well, ok, I might quibble with that three letter word, but hey, whatever floats your pope.