Thursday, August 30, 2012

World in Motion

We stand as the water
Stands in movement
And in grace,
Taking our tides
Upon the reef.
Flowing towards
And away and yet back yet again,
We remain with the world
Always in Motion.
Even in our silence.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

"Howzit" Lingo in Flow?

Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi said, “Repression is not the way to virtue. When people restrain themselves out of fear, their lives are by necessity diminished. Only through freely chosen discipline can life be enjoyed and still kept within the bounds of reason." 

I am propelled to think that a strain of this thought explains the time suspension of this island- always at its premium (92 octane).  For the past two months I have lived in the same Creation I have been living my entire life but yet, as change always finds us, in an entirely different Wormhole.  In observation of the local life (completely in separation of any and all tourist activity) I have been witnessing this 'freely chosen discipline' that Csikszentmihalyi talks about.  There is little fear for the taking.  As the pulse and rhythm of the waves call daily to those who partake it is hard to not notice the Flow of life that is procured.  Fear seems of a certain absence while free choice is only balanced with a simple demand to survive to be able to Live in just this manner.  It seems so easy to picture our American lives in this optimal (defined through balance) state does it not(?), yet on the mainland, the 60 hour work week has become commonplace.  If we exert to the standard that we wish to create, no more, no less, then the rest of time is allocated for freely chosen disciplines.  Our movement Playgrounds as Scott Kretchmar explains, open the doors to Stream accordingly.  Here on the island, black Honda motorcycles or mopeds, Dubstep, longboards and surf boards are what appear to define "play".  Let us begin to explore this localized phenomena.  Shakas and "Howzits".

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Maunawili No Falls

Hiking through an endless tread of Hawaiian greenery along the Ko’olau Mountains in eastern Oahu this morning, I realized just how priceless allowing yourself to BE in the moment truly is.  As my hiking party and I attempted to find a seemingly long-forgotten trailhead (notorious sign-less Hawaii for you), being in good company and conversation allowed my usual frustration at such matters to pass .  As time wore on and we eventually found what we thought to be an arrow pointing us in the right direction (which eventually let us in another circle mind you) in the hot humid heat that makes your skin feel like moisturized fly paper as the beauty being magnified before my eyes upon this volcanic landscape made a mystery that held my gaze with penetrated prevalence.  It was as if I was in another world- an island of my saving grace…for there, looking at the Ko’olau peaks, it seemed that all this good we spend dreaming about really is able to come true.  So even though no waterfall was in my destination for today, but good company was (something I tend to take advantage of in my pursuit for American Glory)-(People create our realities), I learned that Life is not afraid to be Present.  And neither should we be.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

To Have Our Love & Leave it Too...

What drives human beings to continually yearn to expand, grow, prosper, create, enhance, step forward?  And at what cost are we willing to pay/sacrifice to do so?  As we look at the major paradigm shifts of history (as stated in the Great Transition (2002), Raskin, P., Banuri, T.,Gallopin, G., et. al), we see transitions from the Stone Age with life lived in tribal demeanor with hunting and gathering as their main source of means and oral language (still allowing the Colors of the Wind room to breathe) as their main source of noted communication shift to Early Civilization with their city-states, agriculture and writing (Daniel Quinn's separation of Leavers and Takers in his famous Ishmael starts here with the Agricultural Revolution) and then lastly to our Modern Industrialized Era of nation-state organization with printed writing.  Proposed in this advancing of man is a new era called the Planetary Phase where globalization and the internet will most likely represent the world as we know it much sooner than later. 

And so the question continues…is the advance of mankind to the standards we have defined as this "success" what creates Meaning in our lives or what deters from it?  Why the strain to further our education, specialize in the workplace, move forward, climb higher (or as Pierre de Coubertin stated in tribute to the IOC: "Citius, Altius Fortius!"  (A not-surprising side note: De Coubertin also is known for the quote: "The most important thing is not to win but to take part!")?  This sense to somehow better ourselves, to want to Be the Best, Be the Champion, by the definitions we have chosen to adopt as a society has become a contagion that infects us now from birth.  What happens when survival of the fittest no longer plays a role with upcoming technology- or has it already become irrelevant?  What characteristics of our nature survive when the technology of our present day catapults us into a realm where evolution seems to confuse on itself?   Will this compounded learning curve that today’s Thinker be required to intercept allow remembrance from the ways of the Old?  It seems that a balance between our animalistic strife toward King of the Jungle and our Emily Dickinson heartstrings must be found.  We must not forget the ways of the old, yet we must be willing to accept that a new future is indeed approaching.  We must be what is to come, and what has been to become what we ARE.  To BE.

Sunday, August 19, 2012


Noting the direct effect that an inch of a free mind has on the choices of each individual is both perplexing and utterly igniting.  How we, who when cut the same would both bleed, find ourselves upon this individual circumstance  and option of choice placed before us, for us, or by us, that no one else in the world can say that they know is absolutely inviting.  Where does the origination of each choice occur?  Through our creation of them?  Through our Grand Design?  Half of each and half of that?  What happens to the choices we never choose?

So many different forms of life are working within the network of these choices every single day. Decaf or non?  West Point or Peace Corps Africa?  Life or death?  How are we to ask what is meaning to one and then the other when each choice is backed by an origination from a different set of genes, childhoods, strengths, timing, and colors (“is my green the same as your green or do you see my blue and call it green?”)?  If our atoms are indeed taking on the shape of human form in order for our minds to function in an orderly manner, we might be able to assume that each choice we make has an effect on all other atoms in existence.  But how microscopic are we willing to go?  With who we decide to marry, what we ate for breakfast, each individual thought?  Every choice seems to have an endless domino effect branching out into the cosmos.  We as a society, form this chain reaction of vibration evey single day.  It is choice that separates us, but it is also choice that will bring us together.  Find your place in the Network.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Tesseracts & Aunt Beasts, Oh My!

Upon reading Madeleine L’Engle’s, A Wrinkle in Time, it has yet again made me ponder the principles and connections of spirituality and science; two seemingly very key tools in description of this miracle we call Life.  In her book, L’Engle allows the meaning of life of the Murry family and other protagonists to tangle in love for one another and passion for their framework of talent and unique gifts among the realms of quantum physics.  A repeating message throughout her writing questions the English language upon the constriction that it provides to the yoke of meaning that we so passionately crave to explain, and that the characters in her story had to exercise in order to save one another.  The beings throughout the cosmos that the Murrys meet along their journey who communicate through existential (as you will) means as well as a hands and toes count (to the second power) of other surreal senses, are able to convey a certain wise-ness about the workings of the universe that the human beings, although still able to consciously attempt to tap into, do so in such a “babe-like” manner. 

Journey with me on L’Engle’s idea…what if meaning takes a few more “senses” than simply touch, taste, sound, smell, and sight to fully appreciate…and I am not talking about M. Night Shyamalan’s psychological 6th sense (although please feel free to wonder what battle is being fought here).  What if Love truly is perhaps this supernatural/spiritual sense that enables meaning to be created and sustained?  In the story, is was Love that saved Charles Wallace from the dark force, whose only nemesis was that which it did not know, the light of this Love.  What if love, as described previously, is able to take on an entirely different form than we thought possible?  We must wonder the mystery that enchants us so...we must wonder why this concept embedded in so many stories and legends of the past and present of the hero saving the heroine against evil, of Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, light versus dark, love-hate, hot-cold, opposites that we feel inside of us and have a natural tendency to strive for each and every day….what is this tendency toward good and how do we know it?  Why do we find it repeating over and over and over again in so many places that we look?  Must we also learn and listen to this sense, to the Malcolm Gladwell “Blink”?  As we do so, May the World Spin Madly On (The Weepies, great song)…as we continue to explore.

Monday, August 6, 2012

All We Need is Love (Electrons?)

Upon recent and past observation, love seems a domineering factor in the philosophy of the human mind.  There are many forms in which this appears to take place.  Romantic endeavor, the irreplaceable bond of the family unit, Platonic love, brotherly love, humanitarian love...or as the Greeks and C.S. Lewis likes to categorize: Storge, Philia, Eros, Agape (The Four Loves by C.S. Lewis)...the list goes on.  We have heard it all before.  Poets, historians, theologists, psychologists, philosophers, artists, musicians, knights in shining armor, etc.....all have, in one way or another, "studied" this phenomena through their own color wheel.  I think we can assume that love does indeed exist and in strong form.  But what exactly is it in this idea of love that allows it to resonate with all life?  I often joke that it is, indeed, our shared electrons that form the bond in which this occurs, the fuzzy little critters that seem to form the static shell around which love attempts to penetrate, abide by and I concur the answer to world peace might just be consciously SHARING MORE ELECTRONS! But what truly allows our minds and hearts to go into depths never before seen with this everyday occurrence of feeling connected to another the world, to the Whole of humanity and possible nature/animals?  Love forgives, love accepts, you can see it with the naked eye in observance of those around you and we are able to feel it through positive, negative and neutral means (there goes my answer for world peace...).  Neuroscience explains it as a biological reaction of oxytocin used to further our existence, but it is hard for me to believe that it stops there.  With love, our generation is carried on through the best possible scenario for offspring to survive, but without love in this Dream Within a Dream, would the beat of that heart that we know so well refuse to exist?  Poets have written on this topic for centuries, yet until we experience this vein of life ourselves, love seems simply the notion of Romantics, or is it?  What is love and why does it seem like such a vital, if not THE vital tool, to our existence?  Is love perhaps the soul?  Heaven? What is a soul? What defines heaven?  Keep your hearts open for more observation.