Hear the Other

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Read an article today that wondered if we might be coming to a four party moment in American political history. The far right tea party and their running dogs, what’s left of the Republican party that’s center-right, the center-left politics of Hillary and mainstream democrats and the leftist politics of Bernie Sanders and his followers. This could be true and may well reflect the deepening among political factions.

In itself I find nothing amazing about this. Two party politics has produced two centrist groups both organized around protecting corporate America. Each has slightly different inflections, pro-defense spending on the right and pro-social programs like Social Security and Medicare on the left, but in their design to retain status quo economics both look and act much the same. Neither will either one get too far into the so-called values voter mess, preferring to avoid such topics as gay marriage, abortion, fringe positions on patriotism and the widening inequities in our economy. In these matters they have taken safe positions, neither too for nor too against, and hope they’re cover won’t be blown.

What I find troubling here is that we may be coming to a point where factions no longer speak to or with one another, but past one another. Recall how many times you’ve seen an article or heard a remark about an opposing point of view from your own and dismissed it. Not thoughtfully analyzed it, but dismissed it altogether. If I see a remark about the sanctity of the family, Benghazi or Muhammad Obama, my mind glazes over with thin ice and I go on to something else.

And here’s where I want to say a good word for Facebook. Many of my high school classmates, perhaps some of yours, have grown into a partisan place among one of the four factions. I know I have. Family members, too, and some odd folks that get inserted along the way who knows how also populate other factions than my own. In this way I see posts about leaving the country if you burn the flag, the glories of Donald Trump, the essential fact of Hillary’s candidacy, even the occasional call for fiscal responsibility.

My first, second and third reaction to these posts was OMG. What are these people thinking? Or, are they thinking? In other words I was dismissive. That thin ice covered my attention and I slid on to different material.

More recently though I’ve had another take on it all. I have known Larry Cummings, Jim Oliver, Mike Thomas, Connie Cummins since they were kids. When they and others post things that makes the ice begin to crystallize over my attention, I have to wonder, can I dismiss persons I know so well? Granted we’ve grown into adults with different lifeways and probably started with different assumptions based on our families of origin, but are they no longer to be heard?

Struggling with this, knowing I still disagreed with what they believe, I still cared about them, still found their lives and their journeys interesting, worth keeping up on. I could have this realization because I knew each of them from elementary school, some even before that. So, I began to wonder, are the tea party folks whom I don’t know really any different from Larry, Jim, Connie and Mike? Of course not.

What I’m getting at here is that in spite of our differences in political orientation, we are still citizens of the same country, folks on the same journey in this life, part of the broader human family. I may disagree with them, wonder how anyone could buy that point of view, but they are still folks I know and want to continue to know. Might be I’m trying for the political equivalent of Martin Luther, something like disagree with the belief, but love the believer.

In doing that I imagine a world where not only can we respect our differences, but seek hard for our common ground. Knowing these folks, I’m sure family is important to them and so are the communities in which they now find themselves living. Me, too. Perhaps that’s where we can start to hunt for coalition building. Or, another example, I’m sure these folks want clean lakes in which to fish and healthy forests in which to hunt. Good schools for their children and economic opportunities for them as they grow. They probably want a financially and medically secure old age for themselves, too. We need to talk to each other, walk on each other’s thin ice until one of us breaks through.

Having a Moment

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I’m having a moment. It’s immediate stimulus has been reading How Forests Think, by Eduardo Kohn. Kohn is an anthropologist who has done significant field work in el Oriente, the east of Ecuador where the Andes go down into the tropical rain forests of the Amazon drainage. But this book is something else. Though it draws on his field work with the Runa, its focus is the nature of anthropology as a discipline and, more broadly, how humans fit into the larger world of plants and animals.

Thomas Berry’s little book, The Great Work, influenced a change in my political work from economic justice to environmental politics. Berry said that the great work for our time is creating a sustainable human presence on the earth. In 2008 I began working on the political committee of the Sierra Club with an intent to do my part in an arena I know well. I continued at the Sierra Club until January of 2014 until I resigned, mostly to avoid winter driving into the Twin Cities.

Since then, I’ve been struggling with how I can contribute to the great work. Our garden and the bees were effective, furthering the idea of becoming native to this place. The move to Colorado though has xed them out.

Kohn’s book has helped me see a different contribution I can make. Political work is mostly tactical, dealing in change in the here and now or the near future. In the instance of climate change, tactical work is critical for not only the near future but for the distant future as well. I’ve kept my head down and feet moving forward on the tactical front for a long, long time.

There are though other elements to creating a sustainable human presence on the earth. A key one is imagining what that human presence might be like. Not imagining a world of Teslas and Volts, renewable energy, local farming, water conservation, reduced carbon emissions, though all those are important tactical steps toward that presence; but, reimagining what it means to be human in a sustainable relationship with the earth.

Kohn is reimagining what being human is. His reimagining is a brilliant attempt to reframe who thinks, how they think and how all sentience fits together. He’s not the only one attempting to do this. The movement is loosely called post-humanist, removing humans from the center of the conceptual universe.  A posthuman world would be analogous to the solar system after Galileo and Copernicus removed the earth from the center. Humans, like the earth, would still exist, but their location within the larger order will have shifted significantly.

This fits in so well with my reimagining faith project. It also fits with some economic reimagining I’ve been reading about focused on eudaimonia, human flourishing. It also reminds me of a moment I’ve recounted before, the Iroquois medicine man, a man in a 700 year lineage of medicine men, speaking at the end of a conference on liberation theology. The time was 1974. He prayed over the planting of a small pine tree, a symbol of peace among the tribes of the Iroquois confederacy because those tribes put their weapons in a hole, then planted a pine tree over them.

His prayer was first to the winged ones, then the four-leggeds and those who swim and those who go on water and land, the prayer went on asking for the health and well-being of every living thing. Except the two-leggeds. I noticed this and went up to him after the ceremony and asked him why he hadn’t mention the two-leggeds. “Because,” he said, “we two-leggeds are so fragile. Our lives depend on the health of all the others, so we pray for them. If the rest are healthy, then we will be, too.”

Reimagine faith in a manner consistent with that vision. Reimagine faith in a post-humanist world. Reimagine faith from within and among rather than without and above. This is work I can do. Work my library is already fitted to do. Work I’ve felt in my gut since an evening on Lake Huron, long ago, when the sun set so magnificently that I felt pulled into the world around me, became part of it for a moment. Work that moment I’ve mentioned before when I felt aligned with everything in the universe, that mystical moment, has prepared me for. Yes, work I can do. Here on Shadow Mountain.

 

 

 

Looking for a Sign from God?

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liveroadsignR285As you head into the foothills on Hwy. 285, there is one of those digital signs. The first night I drove up here to Black Mountain Drive it read: Watch for Wildlife. Seeing that l.e.d. message made me feel like I was going home, even that first night. After all the rain we’ve had this summer, it now reads: Watch for Rocks and Wildlife. This is not Round Lake Boulevard in Andover.

Another sign, at a Catholic Church in Woodland where we were last Saturday: If you’re looking for a sign from God, this may be it.

Bush-hogging. Another term new to me. Someone wanted a bush-hogger for their property. I looked it up. Oh, it’s one of those mower things pulled behind a tractor.

A part of grandparent immersion, this week and next, is taking the kids back, every other day or so, in the late afternoon. Due to rush hour on I-70, “that I-70 mess” as our mortgage banker referred to it, we’ve taken the opportunity to find new restaurants and new sections of Denver.

Gabe and Vega
Gabe and Vega

Last night we ate at Leña on South Broadway. “Leña is a Latin American inspired upscale, casual restaurant with a fun, vibrant atmosphere, focused on sharing and communal dining. The name translates to “firewood”, and a white oak, wood fired grill serves as a culinary focal point, offering a vast asado selection of grilled meats, seafood, and vegetables.”

Good food, buzzy, hipster atmosphere. Another new term to me: check presenter. When we tried to return a book to a customer who had just left, a waiter informed us that the book was, “their check presenter.” Sure enough, when it came time to pay, the same book came to our table with the check in the flyleaf. It contained, too, a note from an apparently very happy gay customer. Somewhat, well, no, a lot, blue.

Lena300After the meal, we walked up Broadway toward the car. Leaning over the sidewalk facing counter at Sweet Action, an ice cream joint a couple of doors away, were a woman and her three kids, eating ice cream cones. I nodded to her since they had been sitting near us in Lena and said, “I thought about stopping here.” She smiled and said, “This is the way you top it off.” There was something warm in her reply, inclusive, and it made me feel welcome in this neighborhood.

More Real Life

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ruth250Grandson Gabe is up here watching you-tube videos on his I-pod. I’m shelving more books, trying to get an accurate estimate of how many more of the tall shelves I’ll need. Maybe only 4.

(Ruth yesterday after Buffalo Bill. She’s 9.)

Eric and the other 3 men of Alpha Electric came out this morning, inserted steel piping into the holes underneath the generator and carried it like a sedan chair, placing it near the stub of gas pipe Herb and John installed last Monday. Alpha Electric has a lot of work right now, just finishing up the El Rancho remodel off I-70 in Evergreen and about to take up the 40,000 sq foot horse barn cum enclosed practice area. That one is very close to us.

Kate250Both Kate and I are enjoying the time with the kids, longer periods where we can interact with them more. Ruth is in Denver today, having a chipped tooth repaired. The chipper, Gabe via a thrown remote, will pay for the repair out of his own money jar. Family life has its complications, but that’s part of what makes it so interesting.

(Grandma after Buffalo Bill)

Friend Tom Crane observed in a recent e-mail that the third phase shifts priorities from intellect driven achievement to matters of the heart, especially focused on those close to us. True that.

The Wild West

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The grandkids, Ruth and Gabe, are spending several overnights with us this week and next. Daughter-in-law Jen got a new job in the Aurora School District. Her move back to Aurora from the Denver School District means she had to start work earlier than planned, leaving Ruth and Gabe with two weeks until their school starts and no parents at home.

Yesterday Kate and Ruth made a messenger bag. Ruth designs things in her head, finds fabric she likes and grandma sews things together. They’re a fashion co-operative. Kate’s teaching her to use a sewing machine, too. Gabe and I talked up in the loft yesterday while I moved books.

Around 11 we all went to Chief Hosa Lodge, where Jon and Jen got married. Ruth and Gabe had been there once, some time ago. They climbed around, imagined Mom and Dad getting married, then we took off for Buffalo Bill Cody’s gravesite and museum.

An excellent small museum. Buffalo Bill wanted to be buried on Lookout Mountain “because you can see four states from here.” This did not make the folks in Cody, Wyoming happy. They offered $10,000 for his body.

A special exhibit focused on the international nature of his Wild West Show, emphasizing the range of nationalities and ethnicities working and touring together. It was an astonishing global cast. The museum’s exhibit says they worked together harmoniously.

Ruth and Gabe spent most of their time at the museum rearranging colored blocks into various bead work patterns.

After taking them back home, Kate and I watched a funnel cloud over Aurora. As long as we saw it, it stayed up in the sky, moving a white thread toward the ground twice. That was enough for me and I activated old Midwestern instincts and drove away from it at a right angle.

 

Critters and Us

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As in Andover, we share our property and neighborhood with many other critters. Elk and mule deer come regularly to eat the clover in our front or strip bark from the aspens. A fat old fox waddles down the road now and then. Last night coming back from Evergreen on Black Mountain Drive a mule deer doe standing right on the shoulder of the road watched us as we slowly passed her. All of us enjoyed watching her watching us.

On Sunday Kate and I drive into Evergreen to the Lakeshore Cafe for our weekly business meeting. This last Sunday, going down Black Mountain Drive toward Evergreen, two foxes, healthy with beautiful coats, were in the middle of the road, one red and one black with just a nip of silver on its tail. As we approached, they startled and each headed for opposite sides of the road.

In looking for a picture of the black fox I learned they are called silver foxes and are a regular, but uncommon melanin variation of the red fox. They were the most prized of fox fur and according to Wiki were once considered worth forty beaver skins by natives of New England. Seeing the two together, both with fine coats, was a treat and a surprise.

We know there are bears, too, since our Shadow Mountain neighbors have been talking about them opening car doors in search of food, but we’ve not seen any. That’s just as well since any sort of habituation is dangerous for the bears. That’s why we keep our garbage in the garage and take it only an hour or so before pick up.

Where there are deer, the saying goes here, there are mountain lions. Maybe so, but again, we’ve seen nary a one. Of course, they’re very elusive, like bobcats and lynx, so they could be close by and we’d never know.

I do hear coyote yipping at night around 9 pm, but I’ve never seen one of them either.

 

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Jon’s work continues. Three more shelves are ready for books. My plan today is to fill them up and move some smaller units to a different position. Once these are full I’ll have a much better idea how many more units I’ll need. As more books get shelved, the floor begins to open up. By Labor Day I hope to have all the books at least on shelves, but not necessarily in their final locations.

Backing Off

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To sort of mix things up a bit I’ve chosen right now to back off from any sleep aids. I’ve taken doxepin for years, an older antidepressant, a tricyclic,  in a dose designed to help me fall asleep. An off label use. My current doc pointed out the Beer’s List (third phasers take note) which is a sort of no-no list for geriatric patients. In my case it discourages use of doxepin. I admit this is stupid, but it had never occurred to me question my doxepin prescription or to stop its use.

So, I’m weaning myself off any sleep aids, coulda/shoulda/woulda done this a long time ago. Dr. Gidday has prescribed temazepam, which works fine, but is in the valium family and cannot be taken with any regularity.

Take this as a cautionary tale if you’ve backed into any particular drug and used it over time without reconsidering why you take it. I know the docs are supposed to ask these questions, too, but sometimes they don’t.

This means a rolling tide of insomnia right now, which seems to be getting better. I feel pretty foolish about not doing this a long time ago. But there you are. I’m doing it now.

Pot-roast and vegetables

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IMAG0833Buddy Tom Crane’s work takes him across the country, making him a favorite of airlines and the Marriot Hotel Corporation. In Denver for some work he came up to Shadow Mountain for supper last night. Kate slow-cooked a pot roast* and vegetables and made a raspberry pie from our still substantial cache of Andover raspberries.

We spoke of those kind of things third phasers often do: hearing aids, grandchildren, mutual friends, recent surgery, thoughts on who delivers care when no family is around. Of course, the content is less important the context, the being together, being seen and being heard. The importance of this last is underlined by Tom’s mother who at 98 has outlived all her friends. She’s become reclusive over the past few years. Friendship is not trivial, it’s a life-sustaining need and when it begins to disappear it matters.

 

*You can take the couple out of the Midwest, but…