may the sun arise
within my shadows
and tap the rhythm
I was born to dance
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Co-responsibility
A
middle aged man, red in face and loose in jowls, talks aggressively into his
cell phone on a busy sidewalk: I am not
worried about that. I am concerned with giving investors a good return…
Curious
what he is not concerned with … Government regs? Environmental protection? Child
labour?
* * *
A neighbour
appears at my door, flustered and irritated. Are they using chemicals outside? She was referring to the workers
pressure washing the driveway of our apartment block. The spray is going everywhere and I have an expensive car.
Curious why
she wasn’t worried about her own health (if, indeed, there were chemicals),
that of the passer-bys or the myriad of shrubs and trees that share our space.
* * *
I politely ask a
customer at my part-time job if he really needs a plastic bag. He is young and
has only three, easy-to-carry items. I say: we have too much plastic in this world. He complains; the company sides with him.
Two more
strikes and I am out. Oh well.
* * *
I‘ve been getting
kind of depressed thinking about how blind we can be as humans; how deep we can sink into our own little worlds and we fail to see the big picture, let
alone our neighbours. But then I listened to Ideas with Paul Kennedy on CBC Radio
One. My mood lightened up considerably.
Although the
show was about alternative currencies the theme coincided with the idea of “co-responsibility”
and how to transform societal problems into solutions. The broadcast began with
an interview with Jaime Lerner, the former mayor of Curitiba. Mr. Lerner is the
inventor of “garbage currency”.
You can
listen to the interview here but, in short, about thirty years ago Curitiba,
and more specifically its slums, was literally swimming in garbage. Not only did it
float by in streams and rivers but children played in the dumps, rats and wild
dogs ravaged the debris, and pedestrians walked through it knee-deep just to get
home from work. Even the garbage trucks couldn't get through as the roads were impassable. Today, however, this city in a southern province of Brazil is
known as the eco-capital of the world with lots of urban parks, miles of bike
paths, and an excellent transit system.
In 1989, Mr.
Lerner knew something had to be done ... so he did something radical, he bought
the garbage. For each bag of garbage delivered to the land fill by a local resident, he paid the
seller bus tokens. Within three months the slums were clean. Then, when he
found the landfills overflowing he started a segregation program. It was first
taught in the schools but very soon households were separating out organics and
recyclables. People caught on very quickly, considered it their "civic duty", especially when they saw the visible
effects of newly created parks without the dread of disease and rabid dogs.
Mr. Lerner
then took on the bay on which his city bordered. It was filled with trash. He paid fishers for any garbage caught.
As the bays cleaned up more fish returned. And, with the money made by selling recyclables snagged out of the bay, the mayor paid the fishers.
The mayor
did not have money for a new transit system. So he worked out a deal with the
private sector to buy a new fleet of busses. Investors got paid per kilometer
travelled while the city took care of labour and scheduling. The system paid
for itself and is now known as one of the best in the world.
The
solutions to big problems like pollution, climate change and poverty are within
us. We don’t need big money to save us, just a little bit of co-responsibility
and thinking outside the box. It can be as simple as just saying no to plastic and walking to the store instead of driving. Every things counts.
We are the solution.
We are the solution.
For another
excellent (and humorous) example of transforming problems into solutions check
out this one minute video.
Note: Curitiba does have its detractors and some say it has slipped from its eco-capital status. Read here for more info
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Sunday, May 3, 2015
Trusting the Healing Process
I have
learned much in my years as a BodyMind Therapist but I feel one of the most
important lessons has been about trust. The body has an innate desire to heal
and much can be accomplished by just stepping aside and allowing the process to
unfold.
***
A client
walked into my office. He was on the other side of middle age and while he had
a youthful energy —a tangible quality that seemed to state his presence before he
arrived—there was also a heaviness to his being. I asked of his goals for the session.
A bit vague, he wandered here and there before deciding upon “fulfillment”. I want to feel alive again; feel good about
myself. It was then he told me
about his son’s death a few years before. I
am tired of grieving. I believe in expressing sadness but enough is enough, I
must let go. I’ve cried too many
tears. He added the caveat: I don’t
want to go into it today.
Although I felt he could use some more grief work I honoured
his request. We focussed
instead on helping him come back to centre.
We started in
a rather ordinary way: he lay on my massage table and I asked him to find a
place in his life where he felt calm, comfortable …. safe. The ocean side was
soon visualized. Inviting him to sit there in his imagination, I asked him to
notice his surroundings while I grounded our energies—it was a struggle.
Tangential thoughts interrupted the process; his mind wouldn’t settle and the
energy matched his distractions. This continued until he latched onto an image that reminded him of this place of comfort. It was a seascape, a painting he had done several years back.
It is one of three pieces I am most proud
of, he said.
He went on
to describe the second piece of art, a sketch of a woman. Tears welled as his
words brought to life the simple lines of charcoal. Peace, he said, she had such a tranquility about her. She was beautiful.
I was blessed to be able to capture it. As he spoke his energy started
to flow. Whereas before it was like moving cement blocks, now it was a stream
of water, a creek trickling through a bed of rock. Then he described the third piece,
a water colour. It was of his
son, the child that had so recently passed. As he spoke, the painting came
alive for him as others who had passed over seem to surround him. The colours became
more vibrant; the strokes filled with emotions.
His energy started
flowing like a river, full of volume, abundant and alive. The tears came readily.
He is surrounded by love, he said. He is cared for; protected. He is okay.
He walked
out my door feeling a lightness of being too long without.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Dark Matter
“ … the pace of the universe’s
expansion is ramping up, propelled by some unknown force referred to as ‘dark
energy'." Globe and Mail
The cedar
bares its roots,
vermillion
against the dark
chestnuts
and golds of the season:
autumn, the
end of a cycle.
There is no
flesh on these bones.
The anguish
of living too much in the light—
veiling that which hides beneath.
Until, that
is, the choice
is no
longer ours.
It comes to
me, this vision, like bones of the past, a shadow of once was or yet to be
seen. I am not dead: raw, broken; scarred,
yes ...
but not dead.
Alive.
There is
beauty to this, if only it did not come with so much pain.
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