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They Tell the Crazy Truth

awakening: by Shaun O.

I haven't seen Crazy Heart, but hope to soon. Tonight, I sit and listen to songs of crazy truth from the latest Laura Veirs album, July Flame. I nod my head to the beat - the kick and bass, and also the beats and beats of truth to which I cannot help but agree with movement. Sitting here in the dark, I began to think: what is going on here with Laura V.? What am I connecting to?

Well, I'm really also in a waiting pattern for the approaching Joanna Newsom album (couple weeks). Her music moves me in a similar way - Laura and Joanna are throwing sticks and rocks and swinging on swings at the same playground in my mind. Thus, I've broadened my test-group. What do I connect to both in JN and LV?

Crazy Truth.

Or, what would you call it? What's another name for colorful fiction that grips a truth in you that you barely knew was there?

Throw words around with me. We should be out on a playground too.

"What Day Is It?" - explained

awakening: by Shaun O'Reilly

As we put together the zine based on "Winter," we discussed a sort of subject/title that could continue in the event we had any inklings of future publishings, seasonal or otherwise.

The question: What Day Is It? came to mind. It's a gut-shot phrase, but is also deeply connected to much that we've chronicled at this blog before.  And, it should be no surprise that some of those connections could be described using a couple of phrases from Henry Thoreau's Walden as a base:

• He writes in Walden, "Morning is when I am awake and there is dawn in me."  The question we asked friends to write for in the Zine was something like: Will you give us a winter story? Or: right now, what wakes you up about winter?  And so the question, "What Day Is It?" relates to the bringing of the day, the dawning, that we sense and describe in our stories.  These stories introduce the dawn, introduce us to the "day."
• • As a follow up here, I think the stories we came away with describe winter "days" of wonder, cold, loneliness, and connection.

• The other H.D. quote of mention is from "The Village" chapter of Walden, where he writes of the need to "find ourselves and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations." Asking What Day Is It? is akin to asking the writers to locate themselves and us in their stories.  These winter stories help us realize "where" we are (or what day it is) and they are stories about the extent of our relations.
• • As a follow up here, I think the stories in this Zine describe relations to our modern, "safe" lifestyles, relations to where we live and to the cold, and relations to each other over distances.

Here's to hoping this makes sense!  The truth is that the stories inside are really the marrow of the project.  But I think it's safe to say that we'll continue writing and creating, all in the hopes to convey points of light, periods of awakening, experiences and thoughts that locate us in mind, body, and soul. 

We are glad to share. 

an open zine

From a reading/sharing of stories, poems and songs on Dec. 23rd, 2009

 

photo by Michael Witt 2009
 

Some Recent Alarms

Alarms | posted by Shaun O

The blog front has (obviously) been quiet.  We've recently gone to the email approach for conversations, and hopefully that will lead to some interesting things to share ... we'll see.  Blogging & comments just still isn't a workable medium for conversations.  What to use, then?

But, I will share some recent "alarms" (moments/things of awakening!) for me:

• Loren Eiseley's The Immense Journey.  This was on the syllabus for the Literary Nonfiction class that I'm sort of auditing right now, and I'm stunned by the beauty of this naturalist's writing.  It's fun to be introduced to someone that you feel like you could "work" with a bit (maybe some scholarship and whatnot) - and that's Eiseley for me right now.  This book is a collection of essays and they stand alone nicely too.  If you can find his essay The Bird and the Machine (rough link to badly layed-out version here), that would be a great essay to get acquainted with! 

• Sigur Ros Heima.  
  Did you see the documentary of their intimate tour around Iceland?  As much as I'm all about this band, I waited and waited to watch this piece at just the right time ... and then I sorta forgot about it (father, forgive me), but then I remembered and watched it recently, clutching the headphones to my ears ... Yep.  I'll never regret time spent listening, and in this case watching Sigur Ros. 

• Thoreau's Autumnal Tints and our tree!  Kyndra has been out of town, but I'm waiting for her to get back so that we can read Thoreau's essay together and watch the leaves around Reno continue to fall.  I don't know if it's finally owning our own place, or just the fact that we have one prominent, cool tree that our front windows look out upon; but watching the leaves change and fall has been meditative for me.  It has woken me up to fall. 

late night thought

awakening : art | posted by Shaun O

saw a good movie and thought,

"To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts."

-Henry David Thoreau

Epiphany and the kingdom

awakening : Kingdom | posted by Shaun O

The church calendar season/time of "Epiphany" will end this week, and Lent begins next week, with Ash Wednesday.  
I've enjoyed this season of Epiphany, and really only thought about it more because I preached one Sunday, helped with music on some other Sundays, and also weekly looked at texts and how to teach them to kids.  Nothing incredible has happened in the readings; but dwelling on the texts (in general) has been centering.  I've had a few epiphanies.   
(Here my mind keeps going to Scrubs rerun from just the other day, about the Epiphany Toilet!)

I've also been part of teaching the Lord's Prayer, and specifically, "your kingdom come."  I tried to share with the middle school students about the type of kingdom that Jesus might have been talking about.  I pieced together some excerpts from Jesus for President and Everything Must Change.  (Ryan, if you're reading, I passed J4P around to the kids and they seemed more interested in the images of that book than they've been in most anything we've done!  It was good to see.  Well done!).
And the moral of the story is that I've come away with new, refreshed, kingdom thoughts.  As McLaren hints, we should feel free and compelled to frame "God's Kingdom" into images that have meaning to us.  Perhaps it's the "dream of God," or the "revolution of God" or the "ecosystem of God."  What I like about this epiphany is the imagination associated with it; so much of what we do with religion is fact and truth and no poetry.  I'm finding out, it's all in who you're reading. 

And reading Henri Nouwen's Making All Things New, a few life-thoughts emerge.  He writes, "Our lives are destined to become like the life of Jesus."  I sit with that.  I imagine.  ... I know Nouwen isn't constricting our lives with this statement, he's opening them. 
Later on he considers that Jesus came to give humanity his own life.  There's that phrase in Phillipians about how Jesus did not cling to equality with God, but emptied himself and became as we are so that we might become like him and thus share in his divine life. 

And here we are with the meaning of this post:  I've struggled with the notion that God needs us.  I was taught that Jesus died, "paid the price," and all is done.  Just believe.  And one day you'll end up in heaven, in the kingdom of God.  But as I experience the world, I see lots that I can do, everyday, in an attempt to bring "the kingdom" to earth.  Every action has a reaction, and many actions of mine have consequences that are either life-giving or life-threatening.  But why does "King Jesus" need our actions to build his kingdom?  Why doesn't he just say the word and the kingdom appears?
Small epiphany today:  God likes imagination.  God likes cooperation and community.  Jesus came to offer a new life to the world.  And he emptied himself. 
I imagine Jesus pouring out his life, and what is poured out is the spirit of God, spirit of love.  And it flows around and it flows to us, and perhaps fills us to some degree.  And so we've been given a gift from God.  

But now, there is no Jesus but us.  We are it.  We are in community with God, and God's spirit, and now we build the kingdom and we bring it here.  God dreams and imagines with us, we do it together.  Jesus is emptied, but now here we are. 

So, may we keep having epiphanies, even as the season ends.  

Access the divine life, then dream, revolt, and build accordingly. 

Night of Freedom

awake & linking : Orion Magazine | posted by Shaun O

The latest Orion Magazine has a splendid article sitting at the Coda - A Window, by Hank Lentfer.
He writes,

"If I were imprisoned in a windowless cell and allowed out for just one week a year I'd choose seven days centered in September.  I'd come home to my Alaska-cabin-in-the-woods and clean a few pounds of spruce needles out of my neglected kayak, oil up a fishing reel, pack a three-day lunch, and paddle upriver.  I'd float to the top of the tide, tie the boat to an alder, and follow the bear-shit-splattered trail up stream.  I'd sit on the wet grass, listen to the rain tap away on my sou'wester, and watch for the deep flash of coho in a dark pool.  I'd then pray for luck, unwrap a sandwich and wait. 
The luck I'd pray for and the answer I await is the voice of cranes.  ..."

And he goes on to tell the beauty that the cranes impart to his life - opening windows in dark cells.

Tonight I've simply thought, what place and time would I want to be released to for a week?  Where does freedom from a cell take me?
I'm disappointed that my own experience doesn't lend me to foretell of careening up streams in my kayak, following wild bear tracks ... And, honestly, I'm hoping that my answer might be different in the next five years.
Tonight my answer wades back to high school days at church, and specifically to one night.  (I'd be interested to read other's answers in comments!)

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It is a Sunday evening in October in Irving, TX.  I am part of a worship service called the "Union" at IBC, and somewhere in the closing set of worship songs (there would be a ton!) ... I slip out and down the dark hallways of the rest of the empty church and out the doors to the kids' playground.  It is dark, streetlights in the distance, and after walking the grounds of the playground a couple times I finally sit on the small picnic bench at the edge of the environment.  I pick up the tiny pebbles at my feet, dismantling pieces of the playground floor, and I talk to God. 
I really talk - cause God is really there; I am not praying.  I aim a fiery monologue at the starry sky, and though the expanse is huge - planets and firmament, clouds, airplanes, rooftops and trees - I still know (beyond knowing) that I am heard. 
I have a moment.
At some point later (because time simply has no meaning at all now) I say goodbye.  I drop, toss, and fling the gravel and pace slowly back inside and back to the rest of life.  The group heads to Braums, or Nate's, or everyone simply goes home.
And I  spend the week trying to live up to what I dreamed and promised (and was promised) on that night. 

That would be my week free from windowless prison.  Free for that open night of back and forth and meaning and change on the dark playground. 

What is a Community?

awakening : Community | posted by Shaun O

It seems that "community" is more than central to political, religious, scholarly, and social life.  From whichever sphere we are focused on at one time, we could probably make a case for the undeniable value of community to the vital health of that sphere.  One question might be, what are these pursuits without community?  (okay, maybe next time)
For now, if we agree to esteem "community," what is it that we are agreeing upon?  I don't look to split hairs here, I guess I'm only hoping for some focus in my road to true community.

It's an interesting topic, with the explosion of "online communities" too!
Quickly, dictionary.com offers up:

1.  a social group of any size whose members reside in a specific locality, share government, and often have a common cultural and historical heritage.

2.  a locality inhabited by such a group.

3.  a social, religious, occupational, or other group sharing common characteristics or interests and perceived or perceiving itself as distinct in some respect from the larger society within which it exists

Already we have some cases of "specific locality" and perhaps another of just "sharing common characteristics."  I'm wondering about the valuable difference and the meaning of each.

To cut to the chase, a quote from Wendell Berry's What are People For?. 
He writes,

Community:  that is, a neighborhood of people who know each other, understand their mutual dependencies, and who place a proper value on good farming.  In it's cultural aspect, the community is an order of memories preserved conciously in instructions, songs, and stories and both consciously and unconscioulsy in ways.  A healthy culture holds preserving knowledge in place for a long time.  That is, the essential wisdom accumulates in the community much as fertility builds in the soil. 

For me, I get the idea of healthy culture = "in place for a long time."  Is it realistic to see communities this way in the future?  I don't know.  Is it necessary?  Should I worry to try?

M.Night & Mystery

awakening : Happening | posted by Shaun O

Reading and watching two separate things today, a connection arose! 
First there's an UTNE article, again on reason & faith relationship. 

Second, there's the thrilling (to be expected) trailer to the new M.Night film - The Happening.

Here's a tiny connection - maybe a bit of a reach, but it intrigued me today. 
The article speaks to the power of science in analysis, but how it can function as well as to become too "reductionist."  There is a place where ignoring the spiritual (or even artistic) is a drab semi-reality:

"viewing the human experience as nothing more than biology and physics allows for only happenings." 

Ah, enter M.Night - new movie "the Happening."  Now let's not pine too much on what this new movie could be about, what mighty twist awaits us all - there's got to be some extensive blog posts already going on that.  But think of his movies thus far, and what spirit they conjure.  Shyamalan writes tales of wonder and whimsy.  They require faith and mysticism and they seem to focus us on all that is quite beyond us!   If biology and physics allow for only "happenings," it's ironic for this film of this title to play with so much beyond our physical experience. 

Re-enter UTNE discussion of faith & reason.  It seems like the spiritual/scientific debate or question is also one of current philosophy and how we should all look at the world.  Peter Sellars, directing an opera called Dr. Atomic about the atomic bomb, says

“Understanding the limits to human knowledge and intervention is going to be the question of the twenty-first century.”

However fanciful M.Night's Happening, he is doing art with the limits of human knowledge.  Though massively entertaining, I think it fits now.  Let's see how far he goes. 

Community

awakening : Community | posted by Nate Wilbert

Try not to stumble.  It just doesn't seem possible to avoid it. Interaction with others eventually results in a loss of balance. A daily occurrence. I certainly see it in my life. Whether it was that part of life growing up in a family, off in college, graduated and at work, or at home with my wife. There are definite pitfalls that come with recognizing and respecting other people and their lives.

However, growth comes out of sharing our existence as well. And it is that growth which I like.  And which makes all the stumbles bearable. I'm looking forward to participating in the community here at Those Awake.