Friday, January 25, 2008

Japanese Tea Ceremony


Immediately after returning to Furano, on crutches, I was honored with a wonderful event. My ikebana sensei, who is eighty-something and not stopping, organized a special Tea Ceremony for me to witness. She performed the ceremony in her home, which is also a significant honor because in this culture one's home is a very private place. Three other women, also dressed in formal kimonos, assisted. Just for me. It was a lovely welcome back to Japan, and I really treasure my time learning about traditional women's skills such as this.


My sensei spent a lot of time preparing for this, including making traditional New Year's sweets. Mochi (rice pounded into a glutonous cake) is the traditional good-luck food to eat at New Year and I savored my flower-flavored, sweet mochi.


Isn't she cute?!

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Genocide Olympics

From the good people at Dream for Darfur: http://www.dreamfordarfur.org/

"Our campaign has one central ask: "China Please: Bring the Olympic Dream to Darfur." We are appealing to China, in its role as host of the Games and close partner of Sudan, to use its considerable influence with Khartoum to protect civilians.

"Olympic Dream for Darfur applauds that China won the bid to host the Olympics. We commend China’s willingness to work within the international community, and praise the energy and care China has devoted to hosting a celebratory Olympics.

"We do believe, however, that with the privilege of hosting the Olympics come responsibilities, including the obligation to live up to the spirit of the Olympics, which means acting as a global leader for peace."

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Torture is a Moral Issue

From the good people at the "National Religious Campaign Against Torture"

Torture is a Moral Issue: Torture violates the basic dignity of the human person that all religions, in their highest ideals, hold dear. It degrades everyone involved -- policy-makers, perpetrators and victims. It contradicts our nation's most cherished ideals. Any policies that permit torture and inhumane treatment are shocking and morally intolerable. Nothing less is at stake in the torture abuse crisis than the soul of our nation. What does it signify if torture is condemned in word but allowed in deed? Let America abolish torture now -- without exceptions. Endorse the statement today:
www.tortureisamoralissue.org


Late last year, the House of Representatives passed important anti-torture legislation as Section 327 of H.R. 2082, the Intelligence Authorization bill. Section 327 would require all elements of the intelligence community, including the CIA, to abide by the restrictions in the Army Field Manual while conducting interrogations. The Army Field Manual prohibits torture and many of the "enhanced interrogation techniques" being used by the CIA.

Unfortunately, some Republican Senators have threatened to obstruct passage of H.R. 2082 as long as it contains Section 327 (the anti-torture provision). Passage of Section 327 is one of the most important actions Congress can take to stop U.S. sponsored torture. We need to do everything we can to win passage of Section 327 in the Senate. Defeating the attempts to block H.R. 2082 or to strip Section 327 from the bill will take 60 votes. We need your help.

The best information we have is that the Senate could vote on this in the first two weeks of February. We ask that you - in the last two weeks of January:

* Contact - by phone or by email - your Senators to express your support for Section 327 of H.R. 2082. You can contact your Senators by calling the Senate switchboard at (202) 224-3121, or you can look up their direct lines and their email addresses at
http://www.senate.gov/general/contact_information/senators_cfm.cfm.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Barriers

Just two days before our departure from Furano to Bangkok, my dear mother Mary was injured on the icy streets of Omaha. She fell on a busy downtown street and was nearly run over by multiple careening trucks. She managed to drag herself off the road and somehow made it to the bus and to work (raised on a farm, my mother is accustomed to performing extraordinary physical feats while in serious pain). Once she arrived at work she promptly received assistance getting to the hospital for medical attention. My older cousin Ed, an extremely talented Omaha orthopedist, is her doctor. Mom's left kneecap is broken and the meniscus is torn, but Ed says she thankfully does not need surgery. My mother is the chaplain at a retirement facility, and her employer has been extremely helpful. She was immediately given two weeks off work and since the "Christmas break", she as worked shorter days so that she can come home to rest. Her boss arranged for her to use a scooter at work, and even decorated the scooter and deemed it "Mary's Chariot of Fire" or something funny/clever like that. Being that she works at a retirement facility, of course her workplace is completely accessible. Her coworkers and residents have shown concern, accommodated her special needs, expressed gratitude for her presence, and made jokes to demonstrate a positive attitude about the situation. Over the holidays our large circle of family and friends gathered to help Mom. Her partner Michael is an excellent caretaker. Everyone, even her hairdresser, has offered to help.

For daily transportation to and from work, Mom usually rides the bus. This is very rare in Omaha as our public transportation system is inadequately funded/used/organized. However, she is committed to limiting carbon output (hooray for her!). Now that she is on crutches, she has still been able to use the Omaha bus system's MOBY program: "The MOBY Paratransit Program is an advance reservation curb-to-curb transportation service for residents of the city of Omaha and American with Disabilities Act (ADA) eligible persons visiting within Omaha's city limits, who, as a result of their disabilities, are unable, to use conventional ADA fixed-route (MAT) bus service." Due to the Americans with Disabilities Act, the city bus system uses mandated federal, state and city funds to provide this service. So great!
http://www.metroareatransit.com/

Also in Omaha, Nick's wonderful mother Pat uses a scooter on a daily basis. She is a great proponent of the Americans with Disabilities Act and is a wonderful source of information and encouragement as I learn to deal with my temporary injury. (Watch this space for more information about how Pat is successfully mobile, all around the country.)

Here in Japan, my situation has been quite different. I am new to my job and to this community. Thankfully, I have been offered help from several friends/teachers. Many of my gaijin friends have gone out of their way to be in close communication; two even came to visit me Sunday afternoon. Both my supervisor and my coworker give me rides to the office and doctor visits. But because of a difference in culture about work ethics and injury, I have really struggled to feel supported in my healing process at work. Part of the reason is that I was on vacation while injured, and now my vacation (which most Japanese people are entitled to take but never do) is directly affecting my work abilities. It took a lot of conversation (fight?) to get any time off to heal. Yet I am very lucky that my office is in a new building which is fully accessible with ramps and elevators. One of the dozen schools I visit is accessible. Most of Japan is not accessible, and it does not appear that there are rules to require that older buildings are retroactively remodeled. Using the local train requires scaling four long flights of stairs. The bus which we used to get from Sapporo to Furano was also not accessible, so I had to hop and bear the pain.

From this experience, I am altogether more aware of and grateful for the ADA. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Americans_with_Disabilities_Act_of_1990

Friday, January 18, 2008

Thai Spirit

In our brief encounter with Thai culture, I was struck with the spirituality that seems to permeate the country. There are hundreds of wats (temples) in Bangkok alone. But it is not just in grandiose temples where religiosity is manifested; nearly every tuk-tuk, taxi, home or business has special garlands of flowers arranged like a rosary or Muslim prayer beads. Small shrines can be found everywhere.



A Bangkok believer gave a little Baht to the monk in order to receive blessings on the Buddhist holiday.



Just outside a small wat, this sacred banyan tree caught our attention. I loved how people had respectfully wound colorful cloths around the tree.


Thai spirit houses are both charming and curious to a visitor like myself. The tradition of spirit houses dates back to religious animism, pre-dating the arrival of Buddhism to ancient Siam. The current custom combines elements of animism and Buddhism. Thais place the spirit houses in auspicious places outside of their homes or businesses, in an effort to lure local spirits to reside in the spirit house (rather in the home or business). Daily offerings of food, beverages and incense are offered to the spirits.



This spirit house was behind our hotel in Chiang Mai in northern Thailand.



You can purchase a spirit house at open markets such as this one in Trat in southeastern Thailand.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

One More Demonstration of Japanese Isolationism

http://www.japantoday.com/jp/ news/425041

Gov't considering Japanese ability as visa requirement for long-term residents

TOKYO — "Japan is considering adding Japanese language requirement for foreign nationals seeking entry visas for long-term residency and when renewing their visas, Foreign Minister Masahiko Komura said Tuesday. Komura cited reasons such as the need for foreigners to be able to speak Japanese to fit into the Japanese society."


In one of my posts about our experiences in Thailand, I mentioned how surprised I felt at the WELCOME we received. No such thing exists in Japan. On the contrary, foreigners are urged to assimilate as quickly as possible, yet are constantly reminded that we can never be Japanese. Even Korean immigrants, who have lived in Japan for multiple generations, are considered "foreign residents" and must go through special procedures for exit and entry of the country. On the whole Japan is inaccessible, unwelcoming, and expensive. Ug.

Interestingly, however, this policy which the government is "considering" is in direct contrast with another possibility which has been debated for decades among governmental and educational policy-makers. It has been proposed that the Japan declare two official languages: Japanese and English. This is in recognition of the economic advantage it might give Japanese citizens and companies, to acknowledge English as an oft-used worldwide language for business, trade, and education. If the decision is made to add English as another official language, then nation-wide the Education system will need to refocus efforts toward teaching in English. Currently, junior high students attend three English classes per week (approximately the same number as Math and Science). In order to reach a national goal of increasing English speakers, something will need to change. I can write, in another post, some of the things I observe which deter students from learning and using English. But that is another rant.

Look out Below

For those of you reading this blog regularly, scroll down. I posted multiple times yesterday, and some of the juiciest stuff is further down the screen.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Luck

We are laughing, a little, about all of this. Ever since we decided to come to Japan it seems that we have entered into a crazy string of bad luck.

We are lucky in that: I was placed in a beautiful town with clean water, fresh produce, and great skiing. My placement in rural Hokkaido has also enabled us to make many friends, as the Hokkaido gaijin foreigner community is more isolated and thus more cohesive and supportive. Upon arriving to Furano our apartment was fully furnished, which saved us a lot of money. Nick just started a great job at a well-respected international preschool, which I expect he will really enjoy. Above all, Nick and I have amazingly supportive parents and friends to encourage us along the way. And we have eachother.

The bad luck: Shortly after moving from Portland I found out that I was in danger of cancer (which, thanks to prayers, surgery and vitamins, is no longer a concern). Within the first two months in Japan we bought and totaled a car (with only liability insurance). Nick struggled to find regular work in rural, underdeveloped Japan. Our money ran low. Nick broke his hand. Back in Omaha, my mother broke her knee and tore the meniscus. And two weeks ago I broke my foot.

A site with Japanese good luck talismans: http://www.jnto.go.jp/eng/indepth/history/experience/ah.html

Now, in the great philosophical question of "destiny" versus "freewill", I go for freewill. I am not into the idea of predetermination, meant to be, or destiny. I am born into certain circumstances, but I make my own decisions and propel my own direction. Spirit informs and inspires me to choose my next direction, but I don't think there is some old man or genie in the sky shooting lightening bolts at me. Therefore, I do not really believe in "luck". But sheesh, I don`t know how to interpret the last six months.

The maneki neko or `beckoning cat` is a popular talisman in Japan, and I am thinking of purchasing one. I could get a red one to keep away evil spirits and illnesses. Or green for health and academic success (Nick is applying to law schools). Or gold for wealth. Maybe I should get all three!

Bangkok: the Fabulous and the Fetid

We were sooooo excited to embark on a two-week vacation from Japan, off to Thailand! Nick and I, along with our friend Cat, were looking forward to warm temperatures, delicious food, spiritual exploration, beautiful beaches, and unknown travel adventures. Leaving Furano`s below-zero temperatures and piles of snow, we took the efficient and timely train to Sapporo. Our flight from Sapporo to Osaka was on ANA, a precisely-run Japanese airline company with sticky-sweet flight attendants who changed their cute little blue-grey uniforms multiple times throughout the flight. We departed from Osaka Kansai airport on Thai Air, a welcome change from the Japanese culture to which we have grown accustomed (and tired). Thai Airways` seats were each different bright shades of magenta, yellow, neon green, and purple. The blankets, pillows and eye pillows were the same brilliant purple. Hooray for color! The flight attendants were gracefully dressed in long Thai-style embroidered skirts. After a short 4-hour flight, we arrived in Bangkok!

With no sleep and a fast shower, we fell upon breakfast. Fruit lassies in various flavors, fried-banana-stuffed french toast with jasmine honey, thai jasmine rice and vegetable stir-fry. . . we were delighted. And off to see the city! We had only scheduled one day in Bangkok and were determined to give it our best. Our first discovery was a fabulous market and more fruit smoothies. After that we explored multiple wats (temples) and touristy sites via the assistance of a famous Thai tuk-tuk (3-wheeled smog-spitting stomach-lurching super-cheap taxi). We were also coerced to make some stops at a travel agent and a tailor, stops which provided kick-back gas coupons to our tuk-tuk driver. So be it.



The next photo is the inside of one of Bangkok`s numerous and spectacular Buddhist wats. It was fortuitous that we arrived in the city on a Buddhist holiday, which meant that we witnessed real Thai people worshiping or meditating at these religious sites, rather than the tourists who likely usually swarm the wats.



Some worshipers at the feet of a giant golden Buddah. When Buddhists bow three times before the statue of Buddah they are taught to pray for "Loving-kindness, Purity, and Wisdom". I love this meditative act.



A glimpse into a wat, where a Buddhist monk was speaking with a layperson.



We left the city after only one day, in order to spend Christmas at a Thai Buddhist monastery on a nearby island. On our way out of Bangkok via taxi (a proper air-conditioned taxi with doors and windows), we saw this boy while we were stopped at an intersection. He and his sister stood outside our taxi window and stared at us with sad eyes, imploring that we buy some flowers from him. His sister worked other taxis filled with foreigners. After completing transactions the duo returned to a cement shack next to the road, to wait until the change of light brought more possible customers.



The thing that touched me most was watching the adolescent girl flower-seller. She entered the cement block structure and flopped down on a motorscooter parked inside. Then, just like all teenage girls in Omaha, Osaka, and anywhere else, she critically inspected her image in the mirror of the scooter, fixing her hair and perhaps wishing for a different life. Of course I remember that feeling. At my work here in Japan, I see my students with that feeling, every day.



These shacks were built under Bangkok`s elevated toll-super-highway, next to a blocked and stagnant waterway.

Thai Beauty







I <3 Chiang Mai

On high recommendation, we traveled up to the province of Chiang Mai in northern "Lanna" Thailand. The region has a fascinating history and blend of many cultures, as it has changed hands frequently in the last few centuries. Various peoples live together in Chiang Mai: Burmese, Lao, Chinese, Thai, and "hill tribes". The old city was built in the 1200's and planned with a charming (and at the time protective) city wall and moat. I loved this city and would be willing to live there sometime.

We had a great time exploring the old city, markets, food stands, and northern Lanna-style wats.





On one special day, we decided to take a touristy trip out to the Thai countryside. We walked to some "hill tribe villages". We visited a Hmong village, which was interesting because I have met many Hmong people in Minnesota. The second village was Karan. Both places sold handmade items for the tourists, but the Karan scarves were the best quality that we saw for sale anywhere in Thailand. This beautiful Karan elder woman posed for tourists in a sunny spot. These "hill tribe villages" were very much designed for the tourists, but I prefer seeing a fake village over intruding on their real lives.



After visiting the villages we did my favorite part: an elephant ride! I absolutely love elephants after living near an elephant reserve in Port Elizabeth, South Africa. On Mother's Day 1999, my Mom and I had a magical visit with a clan of elephants at the park in South Africa. It is amazing to see their family ties and beautiful communication with one another. Asian forest elephants are smaller than their African relatives. These particular elephants are 'work' elephants. I do not know much about the economics of it, but understand that these work elephants in the countryside are much more privileged than those in the city, begging from tourists with their mahouts (handlers). I understand there are very few wild Thai elephants any more. I have read that it is preferable for tourists to support well-run countryside elephant camps, where both the mahouts and the elephants can live with their communities, rather than as isolated and emaciated beggars in the cities. I hope this is true. This sweet little baby elephant walked with mother along the trek.



Early on the ride our mahout offered to hop off the elephant and let me ride directly on her head, like the trainers do. The skin was thick and wrinkly and her hair felt like wires sticking into her skin. I was worried about riding directly on her shoulders/neck, wondering if it hurt her. But like riding my uncle's horses in Nebraska, I was reminded that these large and domesticated animals are accustomed to riders. She liked to reach her trunk up onto my lap (blowing strong-smelling elephant breath and lots of elephant snot). She was begging for food which we bought to, um, encourage her along the ride. We fed her fresh bananas and sugar cane, which we purchased in large bags from entrepreneurial villagers along the trek.





Next we took a crazy trip down the river on a bamboo raft. The river was relatively calm (not like Hokkaido rivers, on which Nick worked in September). Yet it was a good adventure and even more exciting when we came upon some other elephants and mahouts taking a playful bath in the river. I'm just glad our raft stayed together...



Back in the city of Chiang Mai, on recommendation we went for Thai massages at the local women's prison. http://www.chiangmainews.com/indepth/details.php?id=340
This penitentiary has a rehabilitation massage-training program for inmates about to be released. All funds from the massages were given directly to the inmates for use upon their release. It was a great experience and hopefully supports a rewarding training program for these women.



While wandering the streets of Chaing Mai we came upon an amazing line-up of parade floats preparing for a grand parade later that day. We were able to take photos of all of the floats, all of which has extraordinarily beautiful carvings, flowers, and golden statues. This city is amazing.

Thai Food is Sooooooooooo Good!





I am sad, and not a little deflated, to admit my disappointment with Japanese food. Although the grocery produce is far superior to the US in terms of freshness, most food is over-processed, over-priced, and very meaty. The only redeeming foods are sushi, okonomiyaki, and black sesame ice cream. Sad.

Thailand is a very popular tourist desitnation, and there are many good reasons for it. One way that Thailand demonstrates its WELCOME to tourists is in the menus: most places have vegetarian options. And in Thailand, if you don`t wish for something in your food (because of an allergy or food preference), the cook is totally willing to change or substitute. In Japan if you ask for something different, the restaurant often reacts like you have just broken the rules and insulted the Japanese emperor, you nasty smelly barbarian. Or blatantly ignores your request and makes it like they wish. In Japan, different is wrong (it's actually the same word). Thai people just seem to be so much more easy-going, friendly, and Cool about everything. They really are.

All that being said, Thailand is lucky because so much grows there. In that tropical climate they can grow fruits and vegetables nearly year-round. Seriously, how can a menu go wrong if it uses mango, pineapple, guava, basil, cilantro, lemongrass, chili, cashews, coconut, curries, fresh fish, jasmine rice, wonderful teas. . .



Kudos to Cat for this amazing photo of fresh-roasted nuts at the market.



This pad see ew was one of the best dishes I ate in Thailand. The chefs at "The Wok" in Chiang Mai are amazing.


Also from "The Wok", Nick`s famous Chiang Mai curry noodles were crunchy on the top, soft in the bowl, and delicous.



This amazing fish was part of our New Year`s eve dinner.


Cat and Nick ate these things, fer reals. Just a few, and just for the adventure. Yum!

Japanese Work Culture


I am in the midst of an interesting and challenging cultural exchange right now with my employer, regarding work values. My own first priority, regardless of what country I live in, is my health. I am unwilling to compromise my health, even if all cultural expectations ask for me to do so. I think that American/Western culture respects and upholds that prioritization of health: when injured we can take sick leave as necessary. If we are ill, we are encouraged to go home so as not to pass on the illness to others. At my last employer, EdgeLink, health and wellbeing was certainly the most important goal for all employees.

Japanese society is very different and there is so much that I do not understand. What I have observed is that regardless of how sick a teacher is, even with a communicable disease like influenza, they go to work. People go to work with slipped disks and cannot walk. People go to work two days after a close family member dies. Children go to school, cough on their classmates, and spread disease like wildfire. (The Japanese have a funny idea that wearing an anti-microbial paper mask over the mouth and nose prevents spread of infection; unfortunately often they pull down the mask to talk or cough. And there is NOT enough handwashing happening.) The motivation is about `group effort`; if everyone else is working (hard), then the ill employee should too. Employees gain respect of their coworkers and superiors by going to work even when ill or in pain.

While on our super-fabulous vacation in Thailand, we were in a scooter accident and my foot was broken and I have significant open wounds. It is not fun. I have not been allowed to take time off to heal. I am expected to feel guilty for having too much fun on vacation and furthermore affecting my ability to work effectively now that I have returned. What makes it all the more complicated is that I am now expected to APOLOGIZE for the serious burden I am to my Japanese schools and coworkers. (In Japanese society people apologize all the time, for everything. For walking near someone. For entering a room. For leaving a room. For receiving anything. For giving anything. Basically, it is the culture to apologize for existing.) In the last twelve hours I have been in four hours of meetings about what a burden my injury could be to students and teachers, and how I can possibly avoid being a burden. Apparently, my request of placing a chair near the entryway of the school, to be able to sit to change from outdoor to indoor shoes, is an inconceivable burden. My employer actually made a huge demand and THREAT that is against my contract so I had to contact the Prefectural leadership to, ahem, readjust their expectations. I hope my bosses feel chastized; I certainly won`t forget this. It`s an exciting day.

This further cements my opinion of the Cruelty of Japanese society. I certainly know many individually wonderful/kind/generous/compassionate/empathetic/open-minded Japanese people. However, I currently stand by my opinion that Japanese society is cruel and close-minded. Even the very kind people (like my wonderful supervisor) are required to uphold the rigid demands placed on eachother here. My disappointing examples of cruelty:

- There are very little social services available for those who are less able, for the mentally ill, for the poor. Almost nowhere is accessible to the physically handicapped. Although there is unemployment pay and something similar to food stamps, it is apparently very difficult to get. There have been numerous recently publicized examples of Japanese individuals who starved to death, literally, because they were judged for their lack of participation in the workforce and hence denied benefits.
- Those who struggle with mental illness are isolated as a rule. Doctors tell the patients to `go home, take this pill, and do not leave your home until you feel better`. It is an extreme shame to one`s family to be diagnosed with mental illness, and affects the family name in ways that I do not understand as I am outside of the culture. Also, it is a shame to admit to be friends with someone with mental illness, as those with mental illness are abnormal and thus abhorrent. In December two of my junior students stayed home from school, self-isolated, and attempted or considered suicide. Their parents refused to hospitalize or medicate their children, because of the shame involved. And even if they had been hospitalized, often mental health patients come out even less healthy.
- Bullying is a significant problem in Japan is is widely overlooked by school staff as `normal`. In a culture all about groupthink, the few isolated students are beaten down to the point of. . .self-isolating mental illness. I observed bullying, and when I addressed it with a teacher she dismissed its significance. Students hit eachother in class and in the hallways. Even on Japanese TV, the TV personalities frequently hit eachother on the head as a joke/admonishment. Everyone laughs.
- There are almost no charity organizations at work in this country. In the quest to raise funds for Habitat For Humanity, JETs have struggled to explain to Japanese people WHY one would wish to donate to a cause, let alone a cause that assists people outside of this venerable and superior nation.
- I observe that although Japanese society is extremely POLITE, and often those rules of politeness result in generosity. . . I don`t often have the opportunity to observe genuine, impulsive kindness. A painful example from a friend of mine occured when she returned to Japan after undergoing a very serious life-threatening surgery. When she returned to her small town, where everyone knows everyone`s business, NO ONE looked her in the eye, welcomed her back, or even asked her how she was. Her Japanese coworkers felt frozen by societal rules and didn`t know how to reach out to her, to express their concern; she was devastated.
- A famous, poignant and controversial example of Japanese cruelty, bigotry, misogyny, and racism is the issue of "comfort women". In WWII, the Japanese army systematically raped other Asian women as forced/enslaved prostitutes. Japanese textbooks still do not teach this, and the government is hesitant to acknowledge the issue. It demonstrates both historical and current justifications of cruelty.
- This is kindof an aside, but they like to eat some food ALIVE!!!! There are some seafood delicacies, like certain fish or `dancing squid`, that they eat alive. The justification is that it is fresher that way. In my opinion that is pretty far from the Buddhist tenant to avoid doing harm!

There is a lot that I do not understand about Japanese culture, and I hope that my mind is changed about the prevalence of cruelty in this society. I know that the longer I remain here, the closer I will come to some of the friends I am getting to know, and the more I will respect their kindness and acceptance. I also recognize that some of the above-listed issues are also problems in my own culture and in myself (which, if you read more of my blog, you see I am not hesitant to name). That being said, right now I have a lot of negative feelings about Japanese society as a whole. It is a blessing that I have such life-giving relationships with Nick, my coworker Hayden, and other extremely supportive friends.

Misogyny

As I am in the midst of some serious cultural/misogynistic issues here at work in Japan, this article from the NYT echoes this problem in my own country.

Politics and Misogyny
By BOB HERBERT
"With Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton’s win in New Hampshire, gender issues are suddenly in the news. Where has everybody been?

"If there was ever a story that deserved more coverage by the news media, it’s the dark persistence of misogyny in America. Sexism in its myriad destructive forms permeates nearly every aspect of American life. . ."

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Tham Yai Phrik Vipassana Monastery, Thailand

Saddened about being away from our families over the holidays, we wanted a special place to spend Christmas. After a recommendation from friends, we took a bus and boat to the island of Ko Si Chang, near Bangkok. This island had almost no reason for tourists; it consists of a small fishing village and a lot of jungle. Our destination for the next four days was Tham Yai Phrik Vipassana Buddhist Monastery, founded in the Thai forest tradition of mediation. The monastery is situated on the limestone spine of the island, where many caves offer the perfect quiet isolation for extended meditation. The master of the monastery meditated here for decades before recently founding the monastery and welcoming monks and nuns to join him.




The nuns and monks of this monastery built all the temples and buildings on the property themselves within the last ten years. This crematorium is one of the newest and most beautiful buildings. When working at the monastery, the master taught to perform all duties with mindfulness. To be mindful means to be aware of one's breath, body movements, communication with others, and thoughts or emotions as they rise and subside. All things are changing.


Every morning we woke for prayers at 4:15AM (and later at 8PM). After prayers, still in the cool dark, nuns swept the grounds in quiet meditation. At 5:30 the monks gathered and walked out of the monastery to gather alms. They walked meditatively in single-file, barefoot and silent, along the main roads of town. Even before sunrise, many villagers stood waiting for the monks with gifts of foods and drinks. When laypeople donate food alms to Buddhist monks, their generosity earns them good karma and blessings. The exchange is ancient, sacred and beautiful to witness.



As a practice, the Buddha encouraged followers to eat only one meal a day. Buddhism encourages moderation and simplicity in all things. I observed that some monks and nuns fasted while some ate a very large meal - as much as they could stuff in! - but that having only one meal left plenty of time in the day for their meditative practice. Less time cooking, cleaning, and eating; more time for meditation. We started each meal with the laypeople and nuns offering food to the monks in a respectful way. All food was passed around, and there was plenty. Abundant leftovers were given to the villagers.


This was not my first introduction to Buddhism, but it was certainly the most rewarding experience I have yet had. I came away a more aware, centered human being. I see that mediation, especially the type taught in this particular tradition, would really be a good practice for my spiritual and emotional wellbeing. I will continue to explore.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Dark to Light


Blessed Solstice to everyone!
May your days be colored with light and love.

We are off to Thailand and Cambodia for a much-needed break. Over Christmas we will be on the Thai island of Ko Si Chang, meditating with Buddhist monks and nuns. So near Burma, where monks are being imprisoned and tortured, I anticipate this experience will provide some powerful lessons.

I live in Japan, a country that remains deeply scarred by war. And yes, I am frequently reminded that it is MY country that bombed Japan. It could be even more painful to witness to see the more recent damage done, in Cambodia, by our bombs and landmines. I hope that my peaceful witness, smiles, and tourist dollars can make our relationship a little better.

I sing a sweet old song: "Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me."

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Heed the Call

“The future is knocking at our door right now. Make no mistake, the next generation will ask us one of two questions. Either they will ask, ‘What were you thinking; why didn’t you act?’ Or they will ask instead, ‘How did you find the moral courage to rise and successfully resolve a crisis that so many said was impossible to solve?’”

Al Gore on Monday, December 10, 2007
Nobel Peace Prize lecture, speaking about global climate change

Please see Joanna Macy`s website, to the left of this post, for more inspirational ideas.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

You Should Know About: Mandatory Minimum Sentencing

America has a serious issue. Our "criminal justice" system is notoriously and immorally biased, classist, and racist. Just recently I came upon a couple compelling articles that I wish to share. . .


http://www.alternet.org/blogs/peek/70441/ This article on AlterNet is a bit encouraging.

http://www.uuworld.org/ideas/articles/50586.shtml Here is an extremely poignant article about mandatory minimum sentencing, from the perspective of a UU minister serving as a Prison Minister in a women`s correctional facility. My full disclosure: in university I volunteered 2-3x/week doing prison ministry with many convicts who were undeserving of their severe sentences.

http://www.famm.org/ Families Against Mandatory Minimums is an excellent website for grassroots activism. Inform yourself!

Monday, December 10, 2007

Who Are We?

It is difficult to describe my experience living abroad, as an ambassador of my country. To put it frankly, I am sometimes ashamed to be asked to represent the United States, most especially in conversations about international relations. I am asked difficult questions on a daily basis. This past weekend a friend asked me whether I believe that "Americans like war". I painfully answered that, yes, many do. More accurately, I observe that Americans are willing to support war if we are fed to believe that it will preserve our comfortable way of life. The national budget prioritizes bombs even more than education, healthcare, public transportation, or any other program that might serve people.

I was intentional about my choice to move abroad now. In the past few years I have become increasingly politically active. I participated in protests. I write my representatives weekly. I sign petitions. But I do so with a sense of fatalism, unsure how I can use my skills to make a real difference. I needed to take a break, get a new perspective, reflect on what is "American" in my personality, and consider what role I want to play in this world.

In a recent NYT article, the author Roger Cohen and his interviewee Barack Obama gave a more positive spin on America. How might we regain the capacity to inspire? I want to believe it is possible, but already feel defeated.


http://www.nytimes.com/2007/12/10/opinion/10cohen.html?th&emc=th

"Obama, speaking less than a month before the Iowa caucus on Jan. 3, continued: “We can and should lead the world, but we have to apply wisdom and judgment. Part of our capacity to lead is linked to our capacity to show restraint.”

That was striking: an enduring belief in U.S. leadership coupled with a commitment to, as he also put it, acting “with a sense of humility.” Skepticism about the American idea and American global stewardship has grown fast during the Bush years.

There are many reasons: the failures in Iraq; the abyss between U.S. principle and practice (Abu Ghraib); the rise of other nations (China); startling displays of American incoherence (Iran); economic vulnerability (the dollar as declining store of value); and general resentments stirred by any near hegemonic power.

All this has led some to conclude that the world would be better off if America slunk home...Still, Obama stands by the universality of the American proposition: life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness under a constitutional government of limited powers. “I believe in American exceptionalism,” he told me, but not one based on “our military prowess or our economic dominance.”

Rather, he insisted, “our exceptionalism must be based on our Constitution, our principles, our values and our ideals. We are at our best when we are speaking in a voice that captures the aspirations of people across the globe.”"

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Accountability

From the good people at the National Religious Campaign Against Torture:

"Toture is a Moral Issue: Torture violates the basic dignity of the human person that all religions, in their highest ideals, hold dear. It degrades everyone involved -- policy-makers, perpetrators and victims. It contradicts our nation's most cherished ideals. Any policies that permit torture and inhumane treatment are shocking and morally intolerable. Nothing less is at stake in the torture abuse crisis than the soul of our nation. What does it signify if torture is condemned in word but allowed in deed? Let America abolish torture now -- without exceptions."

Endorse the statement today: www.tortureisamoralissue.org

Friday, December 07, 2007

Suprise!

びっくりしました!
I may have been chosen for an amazing gig!

In the summer of 2008, Japan will host the G8 Summit in Hokkaido at Lake Toya. G8 is an international conference of the eight most powerful/wealthy countries on the planet. This year`s focus is on the environment. I recognize there are divergent views of the existence of this conference, but I hope that my involvement in it can somehow inspire greater environmental sensitivity.

http://www.mofa.go.jp/policy/economy/summit/2008/index.html This, I believe, is the official website of the summit.

My roles are threefold.
1) I will help to translate a/the themesong for the Summit into English lyrics. The song, "To Make a Forest" was written by a local Yamabe/Furano composer. He saw my performance with The Horse Bones in November and chose me for this opportunity.
2)I will record the song for distribution at the Summit, although I am unsure of the details about the publishing.
3) In June I will perform the song onstage at a HUGE Furano music show. http://www.furanofes.com/

All of this is rather overwhelming and exciting! My first plan is to seek a good vocal teacher get my chops into shape. Next, learn how to write lyrics. . .

Thursday, December 06, 2007

a poem

I take to myself by Bill Johnston


I take to myself
my broken self:
my guilt, my peace,
my folly and joy,
my sickness, my health;
in laughter and agony,
hating and loving,
my fear and my birthing--
and I am made whole.

I take to myself
you, my neighbor,
cupping your life
within my hands:
your broken self
pure gift to me;
not burden, gift,
as mine to you--
and I am made whole.

I take to myself
you, broken Earth;
stripped and abused,
paved over and poisoned,
you mother so freely,
abundant in grace:
clasp in your mercy,
surprise into tears--
and I am made whole.

I take to myself
your broken self,
my dear, near God;
broken for broken,
for lost and for spent.
As fragmented love
and nectar of life,
you come, gentle God--
and I am made whole.


- Bill Johnston