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  • Northern Park II: The Morning After

    Beltane                                                          Waxing Garlic Moon

    “Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.” – George Bernard Shaw

    An apt quote for another run at Northern Spark.  There was a lot of self-creation on display in Minneapolis last night, from the sperm and egg crew (seen here in the orange light of a 2011-06-05_09111sodium vapor light) to the freshmen of Washington High wandering around in the park for the Battle of Everyouth to many other, very varied events.

    The organizer of Northern Spark also nailed it on the way night changes everything.  The whole event felt special, almost like a secret only the hundreds, maybe thousands, of us who knew.  It changed, for example, the context of the Voyeurism and Surveillance show at the Walker.  The first time I saw it I went in daylight and left in daylight.  This time I went into the exhibit at 11:15 pm and left near midnight.

    How many people took the challenge to stay up all night?  No idea.  I got home at 1:00 am.  And felt pretty damn proud of myself for having lasted that long.  Geez, geeze.

    While I sat at the Walker last night, looking at the IDS, couples wandered past, many in the early stages of their relationship.  I thought back.  When did I first come to the Walker on a date?  Must have been 1971.  How long ago was that?  OMG.  40 years.  How did that happen?

    Anyhow, I went on and calculated that I was the age of many of these couples then, 24.  I had no idea where my life was going.  Seminary was a brand new experience and I still thought I’d probably get out after the first year.  It was so much fun to be out then, the promise of life and of the night ahead.

    It surprised me to learn that I didn’t feel much different being out now at 64.  I still anticipate the life ahead and the promise of the night.  Well, except for the niggling fact that 1 am meant more to me than it did to my companions out at Northern Spark.  It meant I’d better be home.  Not because I particularly wanted to be, but because my body just doesn’t handle late, late nights the way it used to.

    I didn’t get up this morning until 10:40, for example.

    Oh, and back to the George Bernard Shaw quote.  I agree that life is not about finding yourself.  But I don’t agree that we are an act of self-creation alone as he implies.  We come into the world a Self, a larger than our self Self, a Self filled with opportunities not yet expressed, not yet plumbed.  Life is living into the larger, richer Self, a process of co-creation, not an ego only show.


  • Strolling on the Mall

    Lughnasa                                           Full Artemis Moon

    Downtown Minneapolis, along the Nicollet Mall, has a lot of art, as Glen Keitel showed a group of 15 or so this afternoon.  We started with shadow portraits made of loonbronze and cast into the sidewalk.  They were commemorations of various political struggles including the 1934 truckers strike, Nellie Stone Johnson’s political career and a moving tribute to a Dakota woman.  Across the street from them at Westminster Presbyterian a Paul Granlund cast three humans up and heavenward from geometric forms all cast in bronze.  We walked a long ways, over two hours, and the leg on which I ruptured my achilles took to aching.

    A surprising number (to me) of restaurants downtown now have sidewalk dining and there were plenty of people out and about.  A fun afternoon.

    There was, too, as there always is in a major downtown, desperate people pleading for attention, for money.  One woman stood with a sign that said she was 7 months pregnant; another man asked me to roll down my window on the way home.  A few sat heads down, clothes tattered, a look of dejection covering them in gloom.

    There are now many theories about the mall, whether it was a good idea or whether it has stagnated downtown, taking the liveliness out of it.  Should we fix it by allowing cars?  Should we close it altogether?  What worried me was the number of businesses with store fronts, but no display windows and several buildings with papered over glass and graffiti.

    It is city life, flux, humanity at its richest and most callous, humanity at its poorest and most demeaned, the impermanent made to seem solid and stable amidst the signs of constant change and the flow, always the flow, of paper and food and metal and goods, in and out, as the people flow too, making paths that do not last on streets that will not either.


  • Why I Changed My Political Focus

    Winter                                   Waning Moon of Long Nights

    In my freshman year of college, I became active against the war in Vietnam, protesting CIA recruiters on the campus of Wabash College.  Over the subsequent years my political analysis and activism broadened and deepened, first to include civil rights, then issues related to economic justice.  The anti-war work waned in the early 70’s and civil rights activism for me took a more cerebral route with anti-racism training and consulting.

    At the same time I had moved into Minneapolis, the Stevens Square neighborhood, where General Mills Corporation had the bright idea of purchasing and rehabbing all the blighted buildings in our community.  Most of us living there knew the logical outcome of this move.  Lower income residents of Stevens Square would have to  move out, the ethos of the neighborhood would become an extension of General Mills’ corporate largess and the neighborhood would lose the sense of self-determination it had gained only recently with organizing to save a park water pump in the Stevens Square Park that gave its name to the community.  (Doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it became one.)

    We fought them.  A woman who would go on to become an attorney in the State Attorney General’s office and I led neighborhood group opposition to the plan.  We turned away General Mills and developed, with city and federal grants, a planning process with a local urban planning consulting firm.  It was among the first, if not the first, of the neighborhood developed community plans in Minneapolis.  This was 1973 or 74.

    This fight turned me into an advocate for the rights of low income neighborhoods to make their own decisions about their community’s destinies.  I spent the next 12 years  pursuing that vision at various levels and in different communities:  Loring Park, Eliott Park and most intensively, Cedar-Riverside.  This work further sensitized to me the central role economic justice plays in all of the issues I’d encountered.  In other words, if people have decent paying jobs, they can afford quality housing and health care, good education.

    Those structures that keep people locked into low income dreams and low income lives were the key points of attack for political work.  I don’t know to this day whether I’m a  socialist or a communist or a far left liberal, but I do know that until we can figure out how to level the economic playing field most of the issues affecting poor people and especially poor people of color will not go away and there will be no true justice in this or any other land.

    Even so.  A few years back Kate and I went to a conference in Iowa put on by Physicians for Social Responsibility.  The focus was environmental issues.  The conveners had put together speakers and panels of thoughtful, progressive folks.  They explored a range of issues from climate change to renewable energy, local foods to clean water.  Speakers also talked about Capitalism 3.0 and the need for a new economic system that would have different incentives.  My political focus changed.

    After that Iowa City conference, I came to believe that though human justice issues remain important, they will be exacerbated and even exceeded in importance by changes in our planet.  My political center of gravity shifted during that conference to what Thomas Berry calls the Great Work for our generation–moving from a malign human presence on the earth to a benign one.  This is not an optional change, either we become native once again to this planet that is our home, or it will scour us from its face.  Since I love humanity and what we can be, what we so often are, I decided that the Great Work must be the focus of my political activity.

    That was when I shifted from economic justice work to work with the Sierra Club, a group of activists whose concerns align with the Great Work; a place where my energy can help multiply the energy of others.