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Shine a Spotlight on Love...Love Front Porch

12/12/2015

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​Oh my it is hard to know where to start to tell you about the Love Front Porch community in Homewood, PA. About the ARThouse that serves as a healing and growing space for children (and, I assume, some adults as well) in the community. As a place where people can THRIVE, can grow to become who they are meant to be.

Last Sunday, December 6, was the Night of Illumination at the ARThouse, recently moved into its new quarters. It was a time to celebrate hard work and mystically amazing futures that are made possible by the work of artist Vanessa German and supporters.

The ARThouse began when Vanessa moved to her own front porch to work on her sculptures and paintings because her basement ceiling was too low, in the process attracting neighborhood children who soon became creators themselves. 

Vanessa describes the accidental formation of this powerful community of young artists. "You need to make a decision. You need to choose a color and a purpose," she told them.... and they told their friends, and it grew and grew. The growing community became an antidote to what can be frequent background noise of violence and chaos. Just listen and watch.

The young artists soon outgrew Vanessa's front porch, which led to a temporary move to an empty house down the street, then finally to its new home about a year ago (I think). It has a front porch - actually a front porch and a second floor balcony - where kids can get down and dirty MAKING. Look how this house has been transformed (these and more photos can be found on Love Front Porch's Facebook page).
So last Sunday, the Night of Illumination, I stopped by around noon with cookie dough and energy and joy (I was finally going to be in this sacred house, live and in person). A few volunteers and lots of kids were there to get the house ready for this event. Boxes and bags of books, artwork, and art supplies were scattered throughout the two stories of the home. We unpacked, swept, scrubbed, covered tables with white art paper in preparation for the guests who would no doubt want to CREATE. Within three hours, the home was bright and clean and pulsing with life. LESSON ONE: Many hands, with love, make light work.

​In the tiny upstairs kitchen, we baked. I had brought my shortbread cookie dough with some jars of sprinkles and turned the project over to several young girls who took turns rolling out the dough, then cutting and decorating the cookies. There were no sprinkles left at the end of this exercise - man, those cookies sparkled! LESSON TWO: Get out of the way, and let the children fly.

Downstairs, volunteers equipped with hammers and nails followed the instructions of the children who selected artwork to be hung, and chose where and with what other pieces the pictures would be displayed. LESSON TWO B: Get out of the way. They know what they are doing.
Perhaps my favorite room in the house is the reading room - every child's (and my) dream. Soft chairs and pillows, shaggy colorful rugs, more books than you can imagine. LESSON THREE: Put no limits on your imagination. Invite in your dreams, revel in them, go deeper.
The celebration was magnificent. Children crowded around the art tables, drawing and painting, cutting and pasting. In the backyard, community members made s'mores, and chowed down on hot dogs and burgers. Out front, people hung out and waited for the coming illumination.

Larry, my honey, was home in bed, fighting his pneumonia, and I was starting to miss him, so I headed home before dark. Fortunately, Brandi Fisher and Denise Johnson shared  photos of the pinnacle of the celebration on Facebook (thank you, Brandi and Denise).
Can you imagine having such a place to BE when you were young? Can you imagine walking up these stairs, across this threshold, through this door?
LESSON FOUR: It is never too late to go up those stairs and through that door.

Thank you, Vanessa German. Thank you for your love that persists in spite of it all, and for the art that arises from it. Thank you.

LOVE FRONT PORCH
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Rabbits and Raptors and Raccoons - Oh My!

10/17/2015

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Today I had a tremendously satisfying and enlightening professional experience for which I am very grateful. The short story -- PART ONE -- I was invited to speak at the 2015 Pennsylvania Wildlife Rehabilitation Conference about compassion fatigue. Wildlife rehabilitators are educated, trained, and certified by the state Game Commission to take care of wounded or abandoned wildlife with the goal of returning the animals to the wilds. Wildlife rehabilitators have typically loved animals their whole lives. Most are volunteers who pay for food, medicine, cages, and equipment out of their own pocket. They do their very best to help the animals heal, and are also trained to make decisions about when euthanization might be in the best interests of a suffering animal who is beyond healing... and to do the euthanization when it is called for.

The wildlife rehabilitators may work with one type of animal, like songbirds, or several types within a class, like all small mammals except those prone to carrying rabies, or with many different species, like songbirds, raptors, rabies-prone animals, and mammals of many kinds (I am sure I am not using the correct language to describe this - class? species? types? - but you get the picture!) Some of the rehabbers work in centers with colleagues and volunteers, paid for by grants or donations; others work out of their basements or garages, setting up clinics within their homes, with maybe a little help from volunteers, friends, or family. NOTE - to clear up a common misconception, they are not paid for their work by our taxes.

And they deal constantly with other misunderstandings about what they do!

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Most of the animals are brought to them by concerned citizens who may or may not understand the job of a rehabber. Some of the human "finders" of the sick animals express gratitude that they can entrust the animal to someone who knows what to do; others expect miracles and become angry and frustrated when an animal doesn't make it.

So imagine doing such work 24/7, perhaps out of your own home. With few or no off days, much less a real vacation. Spending and not making money. Putting down suffering animals when necessary. And having few people close by who really understand what you do and why you do it. When you think about it, you can understand why the rehabbers may at times feel burned out, experience compassion fatigue. Peggy H., who has done the work for a couple of decades, noted that many rehabbers quit within a couple of years, unable to manage the work and all of the stress it entails.
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The rehabbers I met today were, however, very committed and self-aware individuals with passion for their work. They were excited about the possibility of talking about the challenges of their work, and described in detail the signs of compassion fatigue that many of them have faced... insomnia, headaches and stomach aches, hypervigilance, numbness, cynicism, stressed relationships, irritability and anger, feelings of helplessness, exhaustion.

So why do they do it? Their eyes lit up as they described what it is like to help a sick animal heal and to release it to the wilds with the confidence that the animal can survive on its own. A couple of people were second generation rehabbers - and one woman recalled that, as a child, she saw a raccoon mother who had been nursed and released by her own parents, return to the home with her babies - the mama raccoon was very protective of her babies, and would rally them and run if a human approached, but she must have recalled that the place was a safe one in which she could raise her own babies. Once the babies were more independent, they all returned to the wild.

When one man was asked by a friend why he bothered to save a robin, when there are so many of them, he replied, "There used to be a lot of passenger pigeons too."

So clearly, there is a flip side to compassion fatigue - compassion satisfaction - the good feelings that come with the hard work - the joy, sense of accomplishment and of living out one's purpose, pride in a job well-done under grueling circumstances, an experience of giving back to the world. 
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Nurses, teachers, doctors, mental health and social service professionals, workers in law enforcement, veterinarians, members of the military, clergy, family members taking care of sick loved ones .... the rehabbers are not alone in feeling called to do hard work that leads to this stew of compassion fatigue and compassion satisfaction. I am sure we can name lots of others in this situation. We would all benefit from creating time and space to hear the stories of the healers and teachers and helpers all around us.

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he longer story -- PART TWO -- my professional life has been devoted either to helping people in distress or teaching others how to do so - but how in the world did I end up doing THIS program? What forces led me to the 2015 PA Wildlife Rehabilitation Conference?

The experience was a wonderful lesson in listening and being open to what comes your way, even if what comes your way is something you had never ever anticipated being involved in. Spring 2014 -- I was taking a sabbatical from work in part because of exhaustion and also because of a vague sense that there was something else out there; it felt like mysterious changes were afoot.  I came back to work in Summer 2014, resigning from the position of program director and joining full-time faculty ranks, without knowing what was next. I actually felt lost, rootless, uncertain, a little scared, even kind of invisible, so I met with a wise man, Neal Griebling, who sits with and guides people at such junctures in their lives. Neal listened really well to my somewhat disjointed stories about environmental activism, well-being, psychology... and did what he does best... intuited a possible connection between me and another client, Lyn T., who is a wildlife rehabber. 

Well. What was that all about? A wildlife rehabber? For Pete's sake - I know less than nothing about this! (I didn't tell anyone today, but I am not exactly what you would call a passionate animal lover -- meaning that, while I have loved me a few (Paolo and Zen, the dearly departed Lucky), and appreciate what animals bring to all of us and our responsibilities to care for them, I will most likely not have one in my home, either domestic or wild.) But I took a deep breath of trust and met Lyn for coffee. And within minutes I had become entranced with her stories. She visited my class where she also enchanted and inspired the students. Next thing I know, Lyn has connected me with Peggy H. who was planning the wildlife conference, who then invited me to speak. So there you go.

This somewhat chance encounter with Lyn (thank you, Neal) has opened up all kinds of possibilities and questions in my mind. What does the public know or understand about the work of wildlife rehabbers and its importance for our fragile ecosystems? Does the public care? How do we raise interest and energy and action related to animals and other parts of our ecosystems that are under daily assault? What else (a lot, I am sure) could I learn from Lyn and Peggy and their colleagues about how to do good work with few resources and almost no public recognition? Do I have something to contribute - maybe helping them think of ways to include information about compassion fatigue and satisfaction in their education and training, or to educate the public about wildlife, or  to develop supports between and among themselves, scattered as they are across the state? I don't know -- but the cool part of PART TWO to this story is that you often DON'T know; you often need just to be open and receptive to ALL that passes your way, and to listen to whispers that suggest, hmmmm, I have never thought about that before but it actually sounds kind of interesting... then take a leap and see where you land.

I would love to hear your stories about whispers and mysterious changes and acts of creativity and courage. Let's inspire one another.

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Shinrin-yoku

10/15/2015

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Shinrin-yoku. The ancient Japanese art of forest-bathing known to heal our souls and bodies.

Surround yourselves with what is whole and good and loving and you will be well. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. Sit quietly. Be.

Two weeks ago, we traveled to New York City to celebrate grandson Nolan's naming ceremony. It took place at mom Leah's synagogue where she had been named as a baby and had also celebrated her Bat Mitzvah. 

Nolan was given the Hebrew name of Mendel Yitzchok. Mendel after his late great grandfather Manny who was a very sociable guy, making friends wherever he went, and Yitzchok after his late great grandmother Yitta who was known to be a very strong woman who persevered through hard times. Mendel Yitzchok. I looked up the Hebrew meanings of these names. Mendel from Menachem - comforter and consoler. Yitzchok from Isa
ac - he who laughs. What a great story for Nolan - blessed to be the comforter who also laughs. Laughs with joy, I would predict. He already spreads joy.

On his naming day, Nolan was surrounded by people who loved him. His parents, Michael and Leah, were also surrounded by love. How much strength and vitality and meaning we take in when we surround ourselves with people we love and who care about us.

And yet, we live in a world where we are constantly bumping up against people who we find unloving... or unlovable. People who are different from us in ways that really push our buttons. People that we wished would, you know, just change and be different, be more like us.

How messy, how tense it can be to live in this complicated world.

​Today I had the privilege of doing a webinar with a Chatham colleague, Katie Cruger, focusing on the topic of "Promoting Behavior Change through Effective Communication." What fun it was! Katie brought in from the beginning her passion for the Ethos ideas of Aristotle, the belief that effective communication and persuasion arises from the credibility of the speaker - the audience's perceptions about the speaker's good sense, good moral character, and good will toward the audience. 

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The coolest thing about the whole discussion was the idea of "persuasion" as a collaborative joint enterprise. You cannot be a good persuader or an effective change agent if you do not have empathy for your audience, if you do not take the time to actually try to connect with the other person, to really really hear and learn what is important to them, and integrate that into your own thinking - seriously consider it from the other's perspective, even when your knee-jerk reaction is to be dismissive.

I think about this alot during this current election cycle. Look for signs of respect, empathy, good will toward each other and toward the larger citizenry. Let these people know that you expect that at the very least.

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I think about this when I read or hear the news - another shooting or massacre, increased conflict across the globe, signs of institutional racism or class-ism or or sexism or homophobia or religious divides, the hostility toward refugees. What damage happens when we treat each other as The Other, who is different and therefore just a little bit (or a whole lot) wrong? Nothing good.

​Any good ideas?

​Shinrin-Yoku? Bathe yourself in life and love.

​I have had the good fortune over the last several months to bathe in the wisdom and commitment of some amazing people who are involved in Pittsburgh 350.org. The larger 350.org was one of the drivers of the People's Climate March in NYC on September 21, 2014 - over 400,000 people marched through the city to communicate their fervent desire that the decision-makers take the concerns about climate change and other environmental crises seriously. ​
 

Take a look at these folks who showed up in NYC last September. Do you think they all thought the same? Had the same ideas about the roots of the problems, or the best solutions? Held the same priorities about who needs the most help when? Of course not. Yet they were able to come together with a common focus -- with good sense, good moral character, and good will toward one another -- and the action had positive consequences, the ripple effects of which we are still feeling.

Locally, yesterday, people from Pittsburgh 350.org, Sierra Club, Citizens Climate Lobby, and other groups showed up at Rep. Rothfus' office on McKnight Road to encourage him to stop denying climate change, to act in the best interests of the health and well-being of his constituents. Below - just one of Mark Dixon's pictures of people coming together with love and commitment to the betterment of all. Mark is heading to Paris (as is Mayor Peduto) for the COP21 climate talks - he will be witnessing and speaking about the urgency of this issue, and come home with stories to tell.
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Lots of good things can happen when we surround ourselves, bathe ourselves in that which we love - people, ideas, art, music, forests, grandbabies named Nolan Myles "Mendel Yitzchok" Mannarino.

Take a few minutes to experience Shinrin-Yoku, virtually - then go outside to experience it for real. More later.



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"It all turns on affection... don't you see?"

8/27/2015

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It has been a very long time since I have written to you... almost three years since my last substantive post. I stopped writing because I needed time to think. It was in the middle of the 2012 presidential election season and I had grown weary of the melange of meanness, ignorance, and conflict that characterized the campaigns of many of the candidates. But life continued. I have used this time away to live and think and dream more deeply, and am ready to share my thoughts once again.

Lots of very cool things have happened over the last three years. I fell in love, number one, with a chemist from Canada... who grew up on a dairy farm with six brothers and sisters. Our lives as children were different in many ways, yet we certainly share the blessings and lessons of being part of a large family. Larry and I have been able to travel - Spain, Thailand, Mexico, many trips to Canada and Kentucky. We share a love of the outdoors, of learning, and of our recently retired Jon Stewart (sad face). 

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​Daughter Julie got married to Greg in 2014 - I couldn't have asked for a better son-in-law. Son Michael and his wife, lovely Leah, just had baby Nolan Myles a couple of months ago - I am loving watching them become a family. Nolan is already a person! Needless to say, I will be spending more time in New York City and will share photos and experiences.

So what about this sustainable health and wellbeing idea that birthed this blog? Where am I in my understanding of what it means to live as part of a global community, challenged by climate change that affects all of us in so many ways? I have learned so so so much in the last three years - and again, as I have said before, the more I learn, the more I realize that I do not know. I will be writing more about all of this in the near future - the September 2014 People's Climate March, my involvement with Pittsburgh 350.org, what I have learned from my graduate students in the psychology and environment classes. Probably the most important change in my thinking has been the deeper recognition of the sociopolitical, economic, and social justice dimensions of climate change and sustainability issues. Those people with the least contribution to the current climate crisis are suffering the most, and many of the people who hold power have a callous disregard for the well-being of anyone other than themselves. A fine situation, eh? 

But for now, I want to focus on the beauty that is all around, in spite of these very hard realities. The love and the new life. And, right now, the breath-taking natural wonders of our world - right now, for me, in British Columbia. We are here for several days, breathing in the clean spruce and cedar scented air, visiting tidal pools that tell secrets about our life's beginnings, climbing mountains and zip-lining back down, eating fresh local food, taking in the beauty of wildflowers. 
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As we were driving into Port Renfrew, to our destination at Soule Creek Lodge, I felt such gratitude for the lush green all around - the trees, the wildflowers, the grasses. These feed us - they give us the oxygen that we humans and other animals need to live. I felt gratitude, awe, and a sense of protectiveness toward them. 

Wild fires are raging along the west coast and mountains of North America, much stronger and fiercer than those in the past. In drought-ridden California, the fires are so bad that extra human power has been needed to fight them - and prison inmates have been tapped to serve (I am sure there is a great story there - will let you know when I know). What we have to lose when we don't protect our natural world is so vast that it almost defies comprehension. I know that I need to know more about how our magnificent and immensely complex environment works, and I also know, understand, that knowledge is not enough. What drives me toward speaking about the climate crisis and its damage to our world is affection - for all of my brothers and sisters - human and other animals, for our resource rich mountains and forests, for our vast life-sustaining rivers and oceans. It is affection for all of these - a wondrous and awesome love - that drives me. We will protect, with our lives, what we love.
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In his 2012 Jefferson Lecture to the National Endowment for the Humanities, my man from Kentucky, Wendell Berry, said it best...

"Knowledge without affection leads us astray every time. Affection leads, by way of good work, to authentic hope. The factual knowledge, in which we seem more and more to be placing our trust, leads only to hope of the discovery, endlessly deferrable, of an ultimate fact or smallest particle that at last will explain everything.… It all turns on affection… Don’t you see?"
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It is a new year!

8/27/2013

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Catching up and slowing down

10/20/2012

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Phipps Conservatory and Botanical Gardens
I have been so fortunate in the last couple of months - have lived a very rich life. Let's start with a recent event - attending the Conservation Psychology Institute in Pittsburgh, co-sponsored by Antioch University of New England and the Phipps Conservatory and Botanical Gardens. It was four intense days of reviewing and talking about research related to the environment - the wonder of nature and all of her gifts, the crises we are experiencing, and, most importantly for me, the best ways to talk with and listen to people about these issues. The wonder was all around - I fell in love with the conservatory. Faculty included Louise Chawla, Carol Saunders, Wesley Schultz, Molly Steinwald, and Thomas Doherty. Thomas stayed over an extra day to talk to our doctoral course on psychology and sustainability - very grateful for his presentation as I think it resulted in a "click" for the students.

So the class - this is the third time I have taught the doctoral course, but the first time that psychology and sustainability have stood alone - in the past we had included lots of other stuff in the class which seemed to confuse students (not that they are not confused now!) and dilute the information. We have ten students, second years - bright, funny, and engaging students who work very very hard. Our task this semester has been to review the recommendations from the American Psychologist Association's Task Force on Climate Change, with an eye toward what they mean for practicing psychologists. I appreciate these students who are willing to talk about this when it often seems confusing and a little peripheral to their main responsibilities of diagnosing and planning treatment/interventions. We keep moving the lens further and further back from our primary focus on the individual and family to view ALL of the forces and contexts that affect someone's well-being in any direction. It could be contact with a rich and healthy natural world, and/or exposure to environmental degradation. Politics and religion get thrown into the mix, and there are so many social justice implications for these issues - think about how fracking and mountain top removal and tar sands projects affect communities. Again, I have been impressed with the civility of our students as they grapple with the ideas.

And politics.... I think one of the reasons I have not written much lately is because I have been hunkered down processing stuff leading up to the presidential election. I have often felt discouraged that our primary candidates seldom mention the environment as an important concern - much less climate change. Research suggests that the US is rare in this regard - other countries are well aware of these topics as very important for human health and well-being. Here in the US, the Yale Project on Climate Change Communication has identified "six Americas" - six perspectives about climate change and the environment held by American adults - these include, in increasing order of concern, Dismissive, Doubtful, Disengaged, Cautious, Concerned, and Alarmed. The Yale Project has conducted periodic surveys and has noted shifts in the proportions associated with the groups, often tied to politics - the most recent report - September 2012 - is an interesting read. If you plan to vote in November, I encourage you to read this before casting your ballot.

We have another couple of weeks ahead before the election - and one more debate. I am curious about what will happen....which brings me full circle back to the CP Institute and its discussions of "discourses about the environment." How do we talk about it so that we can figure out how to work together? Not only are there gaps between people who find environmental issues important and people who don't - within the "environmental" movement are multiple perspectives with diverse interests - see Dryzek's work describing the views of survivalists, prometheans, green business people, visionaries, green consciousness - inner work folks, pragmatists.... the list goes on.

And then, thank goodness, there is life beyond work and thinking about this. My baby brother David turned 50 this weekend - his wife Anne threw a surprise party for him that drew lots of friends and family. Val couldn't make the party but did get here late Thursday night for the rest of the weekend. Great great times down here in KY. Adding to the joy of David's celebration was our opportunity to attend one of dad's Young at Heart concerts - the average age of the band members is 75! The oldest man is in his 90s and still plays solos. The music was great - mostly big band music with a few tunes thrown in from the twenties and the fifties. Such fun! We took lots of pictures - my sister Jennifer sneaked in a video showing all of our feet ticking to the beats. 

Here are a few photos - starting out with a pic of dad's garden and some from Raven Run in Lexington from September, and moving into the birthday scenes and the concert. Lots more pictures will probably make their way to Facebook.
I have been wondering about what's next. I want time to daydream, to think and plan. I want more time with my kids and other loved ones. I am applying for a sabbatical for January 2014, and am thinking about taking a little sabbatical now from the blog - will keep adding resources, but honestly? I have done lots of talking and opining here - sometimes a little wise, often a little weird and foolish. I have realized that I have many more questions than answers. I would appreciate a little quiet to think about those questions. But who knows? We will see what happens after the election.
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Speak Truth To Power

8/25/2012

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R.A.M.P.S. Activists - post release from jail
The election is only a couple of months away. These are ugly, ugly times. Grown-ups who should know better are saying ugly, hurtful, stupid things. People with power talk about ways to use that power to take even more from others, from more vulnerable people. I  am not looking forward to the next few weeks of rancor and spite. Of seeing evidence of misuse and abuse of power.

I remember thinking and talking about power in high school, reading All the King's Men. Hearing for the first time -- "Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." Really? Does power always corrupt? I hope not - but sometimes it does. Are we helpless in the face of power that has gone bad, rotten, and rancid? I don't believe that we are. 
 
Speak truth to power. In the 1950's, Quakers spoke these words as they advocated for international peace and alternatives to violence. Speak truth to power. That is what black people and their allies did in the Civil Rights Movement - this is wrong; we will not do this anymore; we will not tolerate this. We see it today in the actions of Pussy Riot in Russia and in the Occupy Movement across the world. We see it in all efforts to defend basic human rights to safety, security, freedom, health.

Speak truth to power. I heard these words many times this summer as I listened to young and not-so-young people put their freedom on the line to resist mountain top removal, most recently in the R.A.M.P.S. direct action at the Hobet Mine in West Virginia. Speaking truth to power requires us to search for and wield courage, to be willing to take risks.

In the last couple of weeks, here in Pittsburgh, I met with people who are trying to speak truth to power. Last week, I met Gretchen Alfonso who is trying to establish a Pittsburgh branch office for Moms Clean Air Force, a national movement lobbying for better government regulation of air quality to protect their children's rights to clean air, for the sake of their healthy development.  

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A couple of weeks ago, I heard some folks speak truth to power at an ALCOSAN community forum, where ALCOSAN presented its plans to deal with Pittsburgh's "wet weather" problem - when it rains or when snow melts, excess water can overload the sewer system resulting in sewage overflows into area creeks, streams and rivers, also carrying pollutants, grit, and debris with it. Community members spoke loudly and clearly about the need to include green infrastructure - green roofs, trees, rain barrels and rain gardens, permeable pavements - in the long-range plans, both to reduce costs of the projects and to find solutions that will add to environmental health.
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These are courageous people working for the health and well-being of all of us. But speaking truth to power doesn't always involve being out in public, being part of large movements or organizations, risking arrest. In quiet ways, firm and committed ways, each of us can do our part to resist what is hurtful... by, in Albert Einstein's words, not participating in anything you believe is evil. 

And in quiet, firm, and committed ways, we can counter power gone bad by building, growing, nourishing what we know to be good. Rachel Anne Parsons, a young woman from West Virginia who is the first to say that she doesn't like going out on the front lines in crowds, uses words to foster good and courage and to fight mountain top removal - beautiful words that inspire hope.  

Others literally grow power. A couple of days ago, I re-visited the Hazelwood Food Forest and found a lush forest that is the fruit of careful planning and hard labor by the Pittsburgh Permaculture group - Juliet and Michele - and many volunteers - there are asian pears, apples, berries, peaches, herbs. I hadn't been there in over a year. On this visit, I got to help Bret and Don seal a bench made of cob, a mixture of straw, soil, sand, and water. Reclaiming abandoned lots in impoverished areas and growing food -- Chris Condello has also done this, done "guerilla gardening," passing along valuable life skills to children who may not even realize that food grows from the earth, is not made in a factory. Empowering ourselves and others to learn how to take care of ourselves and one another. My brother Ray does this in Louisville, KY, sharing his wisdom about farming and permaculture with his community, growing raised beds at nursing homes so that older people can continue to garden. 

This is also speaking truth to power - to our own power - "I can do this. We can together do this" - and to that other power that is not always used in the interests of the common good - "We are not helpless - we are strong and will speak up to you from all fronts, with our words, our hammers and rakes and hoes, our votes, and our seeds."
Speak truth to power. Dig down deep inside and find your own power - look at it, bring it out into the light, share it - even when faced with those who don't share. Use that beautiful power for yourself and for the people around you. Use that power of heart and intellect when you vote - but take it further into the world of those who are falsely judged not to have power. You - and they - have power beyond your imagining. You have powerful powerful gifts that can build community, plant seeds of love, heal what is hurt. 
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Summer 2012

7/30/2012

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What a summer. Changes all around me - at work, at home, in the world. My head is spinning.

Some good things that are happening...

I spent a wonderful Sunday hiking in Mingo Creek Park - an absolutely beautiful day that brought me peace and lightness.

Wednesday, I am off to Orlando for APA - presentations of our studies about health and well-being of priests, and about thriving and burnout among psychologists who work in college counseling centers.

Tonight - class. I am teaching the Psychology and the Environment class again to students in the masters counseling program. Wow, what cool people. We live all across the spectrum of environmental awareness and interest, political affiliation, experience with nature, attitudes and beliefs about climate change and global warming. I learn something new every night. I struggle because there is so much that I want to share, that I want us all to think and talk about, and that others have to offer - and there is never enough time.

Tonight we took a trip around the world, looking at different ideas about "well-being" - how do we define it? how is it related to one's relationship to the natural world? We started with an article about how children in Ethiopia define their own well-being - is it related to their access to education? to productive assets like land with water, cattle, and a boat for fishing? to parents who care? to one's own behavior and moral action as these affect one's community? We moved to the Netherlands to learn about a study that explores the relationship between "Vitamin G [green spaces]" and health, then to Alaska where there is conflict between the traditional Yup'ik ways of living harmoniously with nature and respecting elders, and the Western ways that are becoming part of the Yup'ik way of life. 

On to a talk by Bill Davenhall, who encouraged physicians and other medical professionals to include information about an individual's Place History in one's medical records - he believes that information about what chemicals or toxic substances one might have been exposed to, or not, in the various environments of one's life can be helpful for making decisions about health care and behaviors. Then finally - a film about how proposals to do mountain top removal in a tiny town in Kentucky created tension among neighbors, and moral and ethical dilemmas for individuals who were offered money to lease their land to mining companies for MTR.

I am not sure what we could take away from tonight's journey except that humans are intimately connected to the natural world in complex ways that greatly affect their daily lives. We are constantly challenged by conflicting needs of business and industry, laborers, farmers, lawmakers, homemakers, and consumers - and we may each fall into one or more of these categories at the same time. We all come together to make a community, large or small, and struggle to make the "most right" decisions for the common good - very hard to do under the best of circumstances.

So our class traveled around the world tonight, thinking and talking about these important ideas. All weekend, around the world, citizens went beyond thinking and talking into acting - civil disobedience, nonviolent protests - but little of it made the national news. There were anti-fracking protests in Washington, DC, anti-nuclear protests in Japan, and an action in China that halted plans to pipe wastewater from a paper factory into the ocean. And there were Occupy actions all over the place. Didja know about all this?

Closest to my heart was the Mountain Mobilization in West Virginia spearheaded by the RAMPS CAMPAIGN during which many protesters effectively shut down a mine, leading to the arrests of twenty. Here is Dustin Steele, an activist I met at Blair Mountain and at the Mountain Justice camp, speaking before the direct action and his subsequent arrest (Junior Walk is in the background): 

I don't have answers. As I said above, my head is spinning. I doubt myself at times, my growing curiosity about what is happening in the world, and my sadness and indignation about what feels like cavalier decision-making by large industries - decision-making that is not respectful of the importance of preserving our earth for the future, and of ensuring the earth's safety and well-being for the people and other living things who are here today. I doubt my passions.

Then I listen to Bill Moyers interview Chris Hedges about his new book co-authored with graphic artist Joe Sacco - Days of Destruction, Days of Revolt - about capitalism's "sacrifice zones" - "those forgotten corners of this country where Americans are trapped in endless cycles of poverty, powerlessness, and despair as a direct result of capitalistic greed." And I decide that I have to keep learning and speaking up. 
The care of the Earth is our most ancient and most worthy, and after all our most pleasing responsibility. To cherish what remains of it and to foster its renewal is our only hope.
Wendell Berry
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Mountain Justice Part 3: Remembering Community

6/6/2012

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OK - here is a long rambling story, probably hampered by faulty memory and a bit of sentimentality. Fairly warned.

When I was a junior in college at Transylvania, I took an education course with Dr. JB -- here is where my memory may be a little creaky so fellow Transy folks, set me straight. Dr. B was a member of the local school board and was ultra ultra liberal. I on the other hand, at the time, wasn't sure where I stood about much of anything. So we did lots of cool exercises in this class -- you know, the kind where the professor asks an opinion/attitude type question and the students move to different corners of the room representing where they stand on the particular issue. I remember one question -- we were talking about some artists -- hippies back in the day -- who were being supported by welfare and the question asked was something like, "Should society support people who produce art but who don't have jobs or otherwise make money?" I remember moving to the corner of the room that probably represented "Somewhat disagree." I remember Dr. B looking at me with eyebrows raised.

A couple of days later, we were talking about our favorite books -- and I mentioned Atlas Shrugged, which I had just finished -- an epic, dramatic book with all kinds of political subtext which totally eluded me. Dr. B again looked at me, raised his eyebrows, and commented, "Why am I not surprised?" I was puzzled and a little hurt -- actually, I had no idea what he was talking about but his reaction did not seem positive and felt judgmental for reasons that I didn't understand. Looking back at that experience, I think he was indeed making judgments and assumptions about me, and what I wished he had next asked me -- and to my students if you are reading this, make sure that I ask this of you -- was WHY I liked the book. 

What I think I would have said was that the characters in the book strove for excellence in what they did and were way big on independence. Again, I was 20 -- and I had just begun to really appreciate a couple of things. One -- I felt a real high, a sense of pleasure and satisfaction, when I excelled at or accomplished something -- a piece of music that took 9 months to master and memorize, an exam in genetics class, a thorny paper in sociology. It felt good. And two -- I was just realizing that, guess what, I was expected to become independent and self-supporting in a very short time, a pretty scary but at the same time exciting prospect. So of course, when I read Atlas Shrugged, the stuff about independence and achievement jumped out at me. And all of that other stuff about weak liberals who suck at the teat of the government fell away like chaff (insert sarcasm emoticon).

Why in the world am I remembering this now? I am not sure - but I think because, even while I still love to learn new things, to do well, to take care of myself, to be pretty independent, this is only part of the story. I of course did not follow Ayn Rand's philosophies when I chose to work as a psychologist with young children and adolescents and their families. I followed a calling that involved working toward excellence and a measure of independence, yes, but I also embraced a belief that I had something to give to others outside of myself, and a responsibility and need to do so.  

And my experience at Mountain Justice poked at some other needs that often lie dormant in me, especially my very real need to be part of a community. A community with meaning.

My first night at Mountain Justice, I found myself elbow-deep in greasy dishwater, pre-rinsing dinner dishes before passing them on to the washer (Joe) and sterilizer (Jessica). Steve Earle blasted on somebody's iPod. The MJ folks, almost without exception, thanked me as they handed their dirty dishes to me through the pass-through window. Thanked me. I was hot and sweaty and smelly and sticky and tired after a first day of workshops related to organizing to fight mountain top removal. And I was happy.

I felt this way for 12-13 years when my children and I were part of a Unitarian Church community -- mostly when I was working with the kids and teenagers. When we had overnight lock-ins full of silliness and seriousness and song. When I watched the youth group plan and carry out, with only a little help, the annual ITALIAN DINNER (yes, that needs to be capitalized -- it was THAT important) that raised money for scholarships for other youth programs in the city. When I sat with the kids the Sunday after 9/11 and watched them grapple with the hugeness of what had just happened to their ideas about the world and fairness and safety. When I listened to middle-schoolers thoughtfully and energetically debate the question -- "Are the 10 commandments still relevant today?" And when I felt the anxiety and uncertainty of the youth who were soon-to-be-launched (was it their anxiety and uncertainty I felt, or ours, their parents'? hmmmm).

I often feel this way at work -- I am crazy about my work community of smart, funny, brave people who are committed to providing top-notch higher education. But I miss having an away-from-work community, particularly that special kind of community that is actively engaged with the bigness of life beyond ourselves in a way that is joyful and inspiring.

All day today, I have been reading Facebook updates from my new Mountain Justice friends involved with a big action today in D.C. -- many brave souls traveled to D.C. to attempt to meet with their Congress reps to urge them to support The Clean Water Protection Act (HB1375) and to fight to end mountain top removal -- and many more of us participated in a call-in day to our representatives to ask that they support the bill. Some activists have recently been able to testify before Congress -- Maria Gunnoe, winner of the 2009 Goldman Environmental Prize, spoke to the House Committee on Natural Resources. I encourage you to read Aaron Bady's column for his take on her talk -- and click on links in his article to see Maria's slides depicting MTR and describing its horrible effects on the entire ecosystem, including human health.

Several more folks shaved their heads in mourning for all that MTR has taken away from communities, continuing a symbolic action that began on Memorial Day in Charleston, WV. And a number of people from WV, VA, Tennessee, and Kentucky were arrested, including Stanley Sturgill, a veteran Kentucky deep-miner whose story is told by Jeff Biggers. Check out these amazing sites for more information... Appalachia Rising, iLoveMountains, Center for Biological Diversity.

Next week, I hope to travel with a group to Harrisburg, PA to talk to people about the importance of supporting clean air and clean water regulations, to ask that the energy companies engaged in fracking and mountain top removal clean up their acts. 

I am a baby in this growing community, a baby (even though many of the folks are younger than me by 20-30 years). I feel privileged to begin my journey with this well-established community of very strong and grounded and wise citizens. A community focused on excellence - excellence  in living with integrity and courage, and the best kind of independence - a self-sufficiency that is supported by interdependence with and generosity toward others.

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Mountain Justice Part 2 - Creature Comforts and Contradictions

5/26/2012

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This is for Sophie, Julia, Carol Judy, Matt and Billy P., Wendy, Rachel, Dave, Lou, Patty, Joe, Matt Landon, Stacey, Larry, Jason, Gabby, Junior, Sid, and Dana, and many many others. Thank you for sharing your ideas hearts and minds with me and so many others over the last week.

Creature Comforts - oh so important 
  • Accomplishment - I pitched my tent in 20 minutes! It was tight and tidy. Slept great the first night. Second day, around noon, I headed back into the tent to grab my notebook, and found a carpet of ants - crunchy icky wiggly ants - under my sleeping bag. See, we had been warned not to have food in our tents (because of bears - ants were not mentioned) but I decided to sneak in a Pop-Tart before snuggling into my sleeping bag. I thought I had put the wrapper in a zip-loc bag, but had accidentally left a tiny one inch square piece of foil that the ants just could not resist. Plus, I had pitched the tent right on top of a giant ant hill. So... swept it out and moved it to a new location. Got to sleep a couple of nights later through a great thunderstorm but stayed dry. 
  • Porta-potties are not too bad, as long as they are emptied and cleaned regularly. And as long as you can figure out the whole latch system - had one brief period where I was locked in and couldn't figure out how to release the door. Whew. Or pee-yew.
  • GREAT food - Lots of tofu and tempeh - and eggs and apples and bread and also fresh veggies from the farm nearby. Much more food than I needed. 
  • MUSIC! Monday night we were gifted with the music of The Missing Parsons Report - headed by brothers Matt and Billy - mandolin, guitar, banjo, fiddle - old old old folk songs. The highlight - Matt singing Dark as the Dungeon  mining dirge, a cappella. 
  • The best part of it all - the people - hugging, serving food, washing dishes side by side, sharing ideas frustrations and plans, singing.
  • True confession - headed to the Pipestem State Park Lodge after the fourth night in the tent where I had a ceramic toilet, shower, and, more importantly, a little space on my own just to think.
Contradictions - stretched my mind...
  • Tuesday morning we spent several hours digging into anti-oppression talk. We began with what initially seemed to be a pretty simple small group exercise with two questions - When have you felt excluded? When have you excluded others? Okay. Not so simple, it turns out. There was lots of pain evident as folks recalled times when they had very actively and blatantly or even subtly been excluded - as young children, in high school of course (lots and lots of those stories), as adults. More surprising - many people talked about how they isolated or "excluded" themselves from groups or activities, often from fear of being rejected or misunderstood. And there was pain in the memories of times when we had not been so kind - either deliberately or unintentionally - and in our efforts to understand why this had happened. 
  • Oppression? Related to physical, mental, intellectual abilities. To race, class, ethnicity. To sexual orientation or gender identity. To religious beliefs and practices. To military status. To educational status or work life.... too many ways that we sort people out and put them into categories, weighing their value in such odd and unimportant ways, resulting in so much damage.
  • Talking about this stuff was important as we moved into talking about how we can work with others in respectful ways in our efforts to stop mountain top removal - members of the mountain communities, politicians, miners, other activists who think or act differently. We put mega-buckets of energy and effort into talking and thinking about this. It was hard but necessary - and uncovered parts of my mind and heart that had not seen light for awhile.
  • Early afternoon on Tuesday, I took a ride into town, needing a little time by myself to process all that we had talked about. I turned on the radio, by happenstance tuning into an American Family Radio station. Within ten minutes, I heard two brief stories that kind of blew my mind. One, a talk show guest, who represented himself as a Christian attorney, took a call from a pastor who described a troublesome situation at his church - a man had recently started attending the church, sometimes accompanied by a service dog and sometimes alone but using a cane to help him navigate. The caller's question - was the church legally obligated to allow the man to attend with the service animal? The parishioners found the man "odd" and thought it was "strange" that he sometimes had the dog, and sometimes didn't. The attorney assured the caller that the church was within its legal rights not to allow the service dog in the church, in effect leading to the exclusion of the new church-goer. Well. Second, two talk show hosts voiced anger and disgust that a Macy's employee had been disciplined for not allowing a transgendered individual to use the women's restroom - "I would have said, 'Dude, use the dude's bathroom.' HE's the sick one - HE is the one who should be in trouble." This conversation was presented in sarcastic, snarky tones.
The world is full of contradictions, isn't it? Hurtful contradictions - hard to fathom - divisive - counter-productive - hateful - ignorant. But it is so so so very important to face these contradictions and to dig down deep for the courage both to unearth our own cruelties and to  speak up - respectfully and firmly - when we observe the cruelties of others... to speak up about the value of every human being, about their rights to live in a home, a natural environment that is protected from the life-killing toxins related to particular industry practices.

Our natural world breathes - miraculously alive, ever-growing and changing.
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Mountain Justice, Part 1

5/24/2012

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What a week. I am not sure where to start - or even if I should start. My week at the Mountain Justice Summer Camp has been - inspiring, confusing, disturbing, mind-stretching, soul-feeding, humbling.

I have been trying to figure out how I ended up at the camp, what led me to sign up for this week in Pipestem, WV. The best that I can recall - about a year ago, I read the Post-Gazette reports about the investigation into the Upper Big Branch mining disaster, and it made me ill - the callous disregard of coal mine owners, particularly Don Blankenship, for the health and well-being of the miners and the mining communities and the "look the other way" practices of publicly funded regulatory bodies made me ill. Shortly thereafter I decided to participate in the March on Blair Mountain, wanting to understand the issues better, wondering if and how they might connect to Western Pennsylvania's own fracking controversies. So I went to Blair Mountain, and then continued to read and listen, and somehow ended up at the Mountain Justice camp in the heart of the Appalachians.

My parents grew up in Harlan County, KY, in the small US Steel-owned coal-mining town of Lynch. They shopped at the company store, and lived in company-owned homes on the clearly socially-stratified main street of town (an old story - it was a little scandalous that my mother, who lived in the No. 6 block, married my father, whose family lived in No. 5). As a child, we visited Lynch often - the smell of the mountains this week took me back immediately to Lynch. 

None of my grandparents or uncles worked in the mines, but my dad's cousins and uncles did. I remember stories about black lung disease, and mine injuries. I also remember what I heard a lot about this week - the boom and bust cycle of being a miner. Boys I knew became miners as early as possible - this was in the boom years - and had big cars and married young. A few years later, they were poor. Back and forth, up and down.

My parents lived in Lynch for awhile after they married, then left when my dad decided to go to the University of KY to study engineering. But to my mom, Lynch was "home." So learning - or re-learning - about mountains and mining has pulled at me over the last year in ways that I can't quite understand or explain.

The camp took place at the Appalachian South Folk Life Center - a pastoral setting looking out on breathtakingly beautiful mountains. Each morning, I sat at the top of a hill looking out over the misted mountains, listening to the birds. And all day into the evening I attended workshops about mountain top removal from all angles - Appalachian culture and history, rural vs urban activism, facilitation practices, solidarity economics, non-hierarchical organizing. I was one of only a few folks older than 40 (okay, I was probably the oldest person there), and I had the privilege of learning from much younger people who were either born in some part of Appalachia or have chosen to live and work there, all serving as social justice activists. I don't know what I expected - I don't know that I had any particular expectations - but what I experienced was unexpected. 

The people in Mountain Justice, and related groups such as Radical Action for Mountain Peoples' Survival, Coal River Mountain Watch, Larry Gibson's Mountain Keepers, and others, work with community members to understand, monitor, plan, and act to stop the practice of mountain top removal. The movement to stop MTR is based upon the devastating destruction to the ecosystem of the mountains and related long-lasting harm to the physical, communal, social, and emotional lives of community members. There is a substantial body of research documenting the damage done to water systems, wildlife, human health, economic stability, community life.

And yes, the opponents of MTR are allies with others involved in fighting extractive industries, those involved with extracting coal, gas, and oil - with a particular focus on opposing the manner in which the industries operate, again with little regard for the immediate and long-term damage to human life and the ecosystem. So yes, this movement to end MTR is related closely to the efforts in Western PA and elsewhere to stop hydraulic fracturing for natural gas - better known as fracking.

What else did I learn? I got to spend time with people who defined themselves variously as radicals, activists, and anarchists, who question and are committed to swimming upstream against mainstream ideology and against business as usual, when this business hurts people. Today, two groups of campers participated in direct actions - one involving five people who chained themselves to a coal-carrying barge in Charleston, WV (yes, they were arrested) and another involving dozens of people who blocked a road leading up to an MTR site, making it impossible for the trucks that transport coal and other materials to pass through. 

And I also learned that I have a whole lot more to think about. Not sure where I fit into this whole scenario, or where I go with what I learned. More later... about people, and food, and music, and stories...

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Random thoughts about the week ahead...

5/18/2012

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I am in Princeton, WV  tonight -- preparing for my week with Mountain Justice that starts tomorrow. I don't know what to expect but I do know that much of it will be new to me. 

I am humbled that I get to do this, that I have the time and the means to come here to learn from others about mountain top removal and how it affects people in the mountains -- in terms of health, physical security, jobs, sense of home, faith and spirit, politics. I am grateful that I will be spending time with people who have done so much work in this area, people of wisdom and courage, some of whom have put their own security and freedom on the line. I am a little nervous -- will I get it? can I contribute in any meaningful way? and basically the age-old - will I fit in? For real! Almost 59 years old, and still wondering about that!

In July, I get to teach Environment and Psychology again to the masters students, then I will do a related course in the fall with the doctoral students. I feel such a responsibility to understand these ideas -- How is our well-being affected by the natural environment? How are we affected when we unplug and spend time in nature, or have access to whole healthy foods and safe water? How are we affected, physically, emotionally, spiritually, by environmental disasters such as Hurricane Katrina or the BP oil spill or the tsunami and nuclear meltdown in Japan? How do WE affect the environment? Can we learn to make really good choices, each day, so that the world that supports us stays clean and safe and viable? In the classroom, these questions sometimes seem so abstract. I suspect that they won't seem so abstract this week.

We will be visiting some mountain top removal sites, so I will see, smell, hear all about it in a very concrete way. I will be learning about what the mountains have meant and STILL mean to the families they have sheltered and supported for hundreds of years -- and what it feels like to have these centuries-old guardians threatened. 

I don't live here and I cannot really know what it is like to live in such precarious circumstances, but what I hope to bring home with me are some universal stories and truths that I can share with others. I am humbled and grateful.

Unplugging for the duration.... talk to you soon.



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Good people...

5/13/2012

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Lou Martin
Lou Martin is an assistant professor of history at Chatham. I have known him for a bit, but have gotten to know him more in the last year as we have started to talk about his work related to mountain top removal resistance in his home state of West Virginia. We both participated in the March on Blair Mountain a year ago - Lou for the entire march, and me for the last couple of days. Lou has said that he began the march as a historian, and ended it as an environmentalist. And, in a few days, we will both be attending the summer action camp sponsored by Mountain Justice.

Last week, Lou spoke at the opening of Reflections: Homage to Dunkard Creek, an art exhibit at Chatham. In 2009, Dunkard Creek in West Virginia was the site of an enormous fish - creek kill when the 43 mile long creek and its wildlife were poisoned and killed by golden algae. The algae bloom was reportedly related to high chloride levels associated with discharges from a Consol Energy mine treatment facility (PGH Post-Gazette, 3-16-12). Google "Dunkard Creek fish kill" for photos of the disaster.

The Reflections art exhibit, sponsored by the Mountain Institute, consists of artwork depicting 90 species of life decimated in the Dunkard Creek fish kill. If you are in Pittsburgh, I encourage you to check out this exhibit, live through May 25. In any case, browse through the slide show on the Reflections web-site.

So back to Lou -- he offered some very thoughtful remarks at the art show opening last week, and generously agreed that I could share these with you. We are fortunate to have him at Chatham - West Virginia is fortunate to have him in its corner. I so appreciate his wisdom.

Comments for the Dunkard Creek Exhibit, May 10, 2012, by Lou Martin

Dunkard Creek winds along the Pennsylvania-West Virginia border, not too far from Morgantown.  In grad school, I used to commute from Washington County down to Morgantown, and I would cross over Dunkard Creek near where is empties into the Mon River. 

In the process of driving an hour to school nearly every day, I became less and less aware of the environment as I drove.  After a while, I scarcely paid attention to the built environment, driving past houses, stores, and old factories without paying any attention to them, let alone the natural environment hidden from sight, like Dunkard Creek.

It is cliché to say that we have been divorced from the natural world in the so-called modern era.  Along with this is a belief that we have mastered nature such that we no longer need to think about it.  But I am reminded of something my friend Larry Gibson says:  “People misunderstand their relationship to the environment.  Our mothers gave us birth, but it is the land that gives us life.”

As we become less aware of our environment and all that gives us life, we run the risk of destroying it and ourselves.  Who among us knows where all the articles and items they have with them today came from?  Not me.  Who knows where their clothing was assembled, let alone where the cotton, dyes, and bleach came from.  I submit to you that the less we know about the origins of the things we consume, the greater the risk that harm is coming to those places as a result of production.

Electricity is perhaps the product we as a society consume the most but whose origins we know the least about.  Electricity itself is ethereal and fleeting.  It does not carry labels that tell us where it comes from.  Yet, it is central to most of our lives and about half of it—as most of you probably know—comes from burning coal.  That coal comes from the Rocky Mountain states of Wyoming, Montana, and Utah, and from the Appalachian Mountain Range, where we live.  Our mountains have been exploited for their coal for 120 years.  As a society we have never questioned whether those resources should be used, only how best to use them and sometimes how best to extract them.

One thing that as a nation we decided forty years ago was that our waterways could no longer be used as wastewater dump sites.  At that time in 1972, Congress passed the Clean Water Act and President Nixon signed it into law.  A confluence of factors produced that law:  fear of chemicals that humans could then create but whose effects on the human body were unknown; a sense that humans were despoiling the natural world; and a confidence that we could have jobs and a clean environment.  At that time, General Motors and U.S. Steel—two of the nation’s biggest polluters—were also two of the most profitable companies in the world.

That law was designed to prevent the kind of events like the 2009 release of wastewater from Consol’s mine into Dunkard Creek that resulted in a massive loss of wildlife as golden algae took over the stream.  But how is this law typically enforced?  Often it depends on residents’ complaints.  Yes, those complaints are then filtered through distant bureaucracies in Harrisburg or Washington DC, but it is the people themselves who must often sound the alarm.  This system then demands that we remain engaged in our environment and know what it is like on most days and know what it is like when the health of the ecosystem is threatened. 

I recently talked to a lawyer about the 2000-2001 floods in southern West Virginia.  They sued the coal companies for improperly reclaiming the land, arguing that the flooding was caused by too little topsoil and vegetation.  The companies responded that the floods were an “act of God” because those two years had seen much more than the normal rainfall.  Luckily for the residents, one family living at the top of a holler had recorded the daily rainfall on their farm…for over 100 years and could testify that the rainfall was not out of the ordinary.  It was the changes to the land that had resulted in the flooding.

This art exhibit is one way—and a very dramatic way—for me and maybe some of you to learn more about our environment in western Pennsylvania.  It is both a reminder of the damage that we in part cause as consumers of coal as well as a reminder of the life that surrounds us—the life that the environment gives us.  Let’s not let these species be the harbinger of our own destruction but a reminder of the importance of maintaining a close connection to world around us to ensure a healthy, happy future for all. Thank you.


Thank you, Lou, for reminding us to be more aware of our world - the natural world - and of the decisions and choices we make each day that can have an impact, positive or negative, on this beautiful world, our source of life.
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Whoosh!

5/9/2012

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I feel so lucky! I was able to trade in my cool-looking retro style, but oh so heavy, bike for a new one - so light that I can lift it with one hand. So I have been going, going, going for the last few weeks, riding various rails to trails and commuting to work (while trying to find a route with no hills and no traffic - impossible!).

When I start pedaling, whoosh! the worries and stresses of the day are gone with the wind, just like that. Yes, they are still alive, back at the office, but they don't travel home with me. It is so liberating.

I remember my first bike - a 20" green Huffy. I distinctly remember the day that my dad took off the training wheels and then let go of the seat as I wobbled off, finally finding my balance. I. FELT. LIKE. I. WAS. FLYING. That feeling persists today - makes me feel like I can do anything.

My next bike was a blue 24" Schwinn. It was my companion throughout the summers, taking me to the pool and friends' houses and shopping centers. One basic gear, foot brakes, no baskets bells helmets or whistles. But trusty and reliable.

I had another bike - a 3 speed I think - when I was in college and grad school. In college, I used to ride it through the Lexington Cemetery and past horse farms - beautiful rides. I also rode it from my apartment in Gardenside over to Eastern State Hospital where I worked, going through lots of traffic and not very safe parts of the city - my dad got worried and eventually offered to sell me what was my first car - a boxy olive green Plymouth Valiant. The car was safe and serviceable and lasted several years, but I still rode my bike.

In grad school in Louisville, I rode my bike through back streets to get to campus. My favorite part of the trip was going through Germantown. In the early morning, all the grandmas would be scrubbing their front porches. The smell of coffee and frying bacon, left over from breakfast, lingered in the air.

For my 40th birthday (almost 19 years ago - yikes!), I treated myself to a new bike, 21 speeds. At the time, I didn't think I was much affected by turning 40, but I do recall that I became uncharacteristically irritable, snapping at service people at the Honda dealer or the grocery store or at the kids (I'm sorry!). The bike was a gift to myself, nurturing possibilities of adventures. I did a 35 mile Mon-Yough ride through small hilly towns, through rain - that was a big accomplishment for me. On his 13th birthday, Michael and I participated in Pedal Pittsburgh which took us through the city and parks. If you know Pittsburgh, you know that this involved many hills. Big ones. The ride was advertised as a 25 mile one, I recall. But Michael, ever the "quant" guy, indignantly noted that, based on my odometer, it was actually closer to 29.5. Michael and I did another ride near Settler's Ridge, uneventful except for the fact that I didn't know where Settler's Ridge was and first landed in Sewickley (both DO start with SE!). We did eventually end up in the right location and joined the group of riders.

A couple of years ago, I discovered Facebook. One of my first experiences on FB was reconnecting with old high school friends and acquaintances. Mary Pat Wheeler, former cheerleader and tennis champ and overall athlete extraordinaire, had posted photos from 1976, the bicentennial year, when she rode her bike from Wyoming (I think) cross country to Kentucky. By herself. Carrying her gear and camping along the way. There were more than big hills on this trip - there were BIG mountains. MP told me that she told her parents back in KY that she was doing the ride with a big group of people, so that they wouldn't worry. I think she has since 'fessed up. Anyway, MP's photo story inspired me - made me dream new dreams, made me ask myself - what do you want to do in this life? what big challenges lie ahead? if not now, then when? why not now?

I am still asking these questions, and have made small inroads in a few new directions that have stretched me and added meaning to my life, if that makes sense. I am hoping to ride from Pittsburgh to Washington DC next summer over the Great Allegheny Passage. And next week, I will be leaving for the Mountain Justice Summer Action Camp in Pipestem, WVA, where I hope to LEARN. Period.

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April 4, 1968 - April 4, 2012

4/4/2012

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Tonight was "presentation" night in our Religion, Spirituality, and Counseling class. Have I told you how much I love this class? And these students?

Well, I do. Tonight students presented papers about so many different topics related to religion and spirituality, with student/informal teaching assistant Ethan moderating - their goal was to challenge one another to think deeply about how religion or spirituality might arise, and be welcomed and understood and affirmed, in the contexts of psychotherapy and counseling.

So here are some of the topics students chose to study - (these students rock - that's all there is to it)....
  • What happens to the faith, religion, or spirituality of soldiers as a result of their experiences in war? Does faith become stronger? Do soldiers question how God could let horrible things happen? Can faith help with healing from post-traumatic stress disorder or depression?
  • How do we understand mystical experiences? When are they evidence of transcendent connections with a higher power? When might they be signs of mental illness? What role do cultural beliefs or practices play in understanding mysticism?
  • Are there extreme physical or athletic experiences that can lead to transcendence, to life-changing spiritual experiences?
  • What is the relationship between religiosity and men's health? 
  • How do we even define religion and spirituality? Where do people who are seeking - who have questions and are on a life-long search for truth and meaning but are not committed to a particular tradition - fit?
  • What is "scrupulosity" and how does it develop? How do we help clergy recognize the difference between unhealthy scrupulosity and healthy practice of religious rituals and practices?
  • How do religion and spirituality affect the experience of serious illness, like HIV-AIDS or cancer? Can religion and spirituality aid in healing, emotionally or psychologically, or even maybe through strengthening the immune system?
  • How do different beliefs or religious traditions -- thinking of Hindus, Buddhists, Atheists, followers of Islam -- view death? What are related traditions and beliefs? 
  • What is the relationship between faith and religion (in this case, Catholicism) and experiences of guilt, shame, and depression? How can therapists help individuals who are struggling with guilt, shame, and depression that might be partly related to religious beliefs?
  • What are the experiences of gay, lesbian, bisexual, or transgender individuals in religious communities? How do they feel when someone says to them, "Hate the sin, love the sinner," when their sexual orientation is what they have experienced for as long as they remember? Is there really a difference between "hating the sin (which is not sin to them)" and "hating the person"? Is it possible to find a faith of comfort and support, or does a person in the GLBT community have to walk away from religion?
  • And last, but not least -- Why is religion so important to the African-American community? How did African-American Christian traditions develop in response to slavery and all that happened since slavery was abolished? What role did religion play in the civil rights movement, and what role does it play in the AA community today?
Today is the 44th anniversary of the assassination of Martin Luther King. I have been dipping into his wisdom again off and on in the last year. Today, I read this from Where do we go from here: From chaos to community --

"This is the great new problem of mankind. We have inherited a large house, a great 'world house' in which we have to live together - black and white, Easterner and Westerner, Gentile and Jew, Catholic and Protestant, Moslem and Hindu - a family unduly separated in ideas, culture and interest, who, because we can never again live apart, must learn somehow to live with each other in peace." 

Do I need to point out the difference between this passage and the language (and intellect and heart) of our current political figures? Read more of the words of this brilliant, passionate, committed, spiritual, and very complicated man -- listen to his 1964 Nobel Peace Prize speech, re-read one of his letters from the Birmingham jail. Think about his attempts to understand history, human nature in all of its glorious potential as well as its flaws, God and spirituality, with the hope of inspiring all of us to work together -- re-considering his ideas and beliefs might elevate us and challenge us to be better people, to respect one another a little more, to love more strongly in words and actions.

I believe that we, all of us, deserve better than what is currently on the table politically. And I believe, more importantly, that a change toward hope and love, mercy and grace, begins with us and how we treat one another. I want to talk about this more, and to introduce you to the work of Parker Palmer, a Quaker writer and teacher -- so stay tuned.

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happy birthday! one year of writing...

3/30/2012

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One year ago today I wrote my first blog entry! I have been wondering for awhile how I would celebrate this first year of writing -- and am still not sure what is going to follow -- let's just see what happens.

What a year! There have been so many wonderful events in the last year -- Michael and Leah's wedding, visits with Julie and Greg and the dogs, meeting Greg's family, Michael's graduation, spending time with Steve and his family, and with my sisters and brothers and parents, and catching up with old friends. At work -- got my contract renewal for three more years, got the first cohort of doctoral students heading to internship, had an article published, kept the budget balanced, and hired a couple of new folks. I got to teach two new classes -- psychology, sustainability, and the environment, and spirituality and religion and counseling -- both near and dear to my heart. And the students. Oh the students - they make it so worth while.

I have learned so much this year since I set out to write about "sustainable health and well-being." I started out exploring some local groups - Pittsburgh Permaculture and their food forest in Hazelwood, Nine Mile Run Watershed Association who helped me get my rain barrels set up, Chris Condello and his efforts to engage kids in his Wilkinsburg neighborhood in community gardening, F.U.S.E. with Michele and Chris who work with urban youth after school, and POWER that serves women in recovery, ... and I went to the March for Blair Mountain to learn about mountain top removal. I started learning more about about other systems of life and living, learning a bit, for example, about how green infrastructure can be used to  manage waste water, and about how fixing our decaying roads and bridges could provide meaningful work for many people who need jobs, and about how people from ALL faiths can work together to address such community problems as cuts in transportation, poor educational systems, and guns in the hands of angry people.  

Check out the picture above. That is what I learned -- what got reinforced for me -- that we are all connected, all of us people, with the birds and beasts, the trees and rivers, the soil and air, and other people from everywhere. We have been doing it WRONG for far too long. We have been acting as though humans (specifically, humans with privilege) are all that matter -- that getting our "needs" met, with little regard for how the methods of meeting our needs affect other people or the world around us, is the highest priority, the ultimate entitlement. We lose so much when we do this -- not only is the earth, our support system without which we would not exist, threatened, but the health and well-being of our children and grandchildren and great-great-great-grandchildren (if we all survive into the future) is threatened. And we miss out on the greatest gifts in life -- the gifts of community, generosity, sharing, and creating.

What, if anything, do we owe those children and grandchildren of our future? My new friend, Cynthia Magistro, who recently joined our faculty, just finished writing a beautiful piece about this very topic -- she speaks about our accepted sense of obligation, as parents, toward our own children. At the family level, we understand that we need to care for these tiny vulnerable beings until they can care for themselves -- and often beyond. This requires sacrifice on our part, giving things up, waiting, in order to insure that the young ones' needs are met, that they are safe and healthy. Cynthia extends this thinking to the much larger world, asking questions about what our generation, globally speaking, owes the world's children of the future. What is fair and just? What is morally and ethically correct? What does it say about our generation if we are not attempting to live lives that are sustainable and balanced, if we are misusing and overusing our limited resources? I am not doing Cynthia's ideas justice here, but wanted to share some of her basic questions with you anyway.

I am reading a new report published by the National Wildlife Foundation that speaks to the mental health consequences of global climate change -- there is evidence that we are experiencing effects of global climate change in recent severe weather events (remember all the hurricanes and tornadoes and droughts and other strange weather in 2011?). There are predictions that this may worsen if our course is not corrected. When things get so topsy-turvy and scary around us like this, there are increases in anxiety and depression and even, in extreme situations, post-traumatic stress disorder. There are lots of folks who are also talking about threats to water supplies, and how conflicts in the future may be related not to oil but to fresh and clean water. This report reinforced my beliefs that psychologists and other health care professionals need to know about these issues, and to think about them when they work with their clients. Add to this the importance of learning about the health consequences of other human-caused environmental assaults, such as mountain top removal or toxin-emitting factories.

So I keep thinking about these things and I keep listening for my calling about what to do. For some reason, though I have been away from Kentucky for many many years (I have now lived over half my life in Pittsburgh), I feel pulled toward the mountains. So here is my next plan.... I think.... going to the Summer Action Camp sponsored by the Mountain Justice Organization, in Pipestem, West Virginia in May. I will admit that I am a little worried that I will be the oldest person there. I am a little worried that it is, like, a CAMP -- and I have to admit that I like beds. With mattresses and sheets. And I am fond of toilets. Ceramic ones that flush. And showers. But if those basics are assured, I may try this.

And long-term plans? I will be 60 next June (2013) -- am going to try to bike from Pittsburgh to Washington DC on the rails trail. Trying to build up "time in the saddle" now. Biking slows me down and helps me notice and appreciate the little things -- birds, wildflowers, little creeks and waterfalls, old abandoned buildings, colorful graffiti. 

Life is good. Very good. And how are you?

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Lying fallow.

2/10/2012

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Ecclesiastes by John August Swanson
Well, it has been awhile, hasn't it? I am not sure why I haven't written much lately, because my mind is certainly thinking a lot. Thinking, listening, and responding. I think that I have been feeling a little discouraged by all of the politicking going on, both on the national front and at work, and I have been avoiding getting down and dirty with it. I keep hoping that, in the meantime, my mind and heart will find some good meaning in the chaos, will work on it "behind the scenes" without much effort on my part and lead me to wisdom. So I am lying fallow for a bit about heavy issues, and am eager to see what might arise in the next few weeks.

So, in spite of this apparent inactivity, a lot has actually been happening! First, take a look at the photo - I discovered a new artist whose work really inspires me - John August Swanson. His paintings and mosaics are full of life and soul and color. Many have biblical themes, some have circus themes - all tell life stories. I love the Ecclesiastes verses that Swanson illustrates in this work - and am tickled that he also includes other symbols of cycles and times - notice zodiac figures at the top?

Second, I have the privilege of teaching a new class this semester - Religion and Spirituality in Counseling - in which our counseling psychology students and I work together to figure out what religion and spirituality mean to us first of all, and to clients second of all. We talk about what it might be like to be grounded in one's own faith tradition - of Christianity or Judaism or Atheism or Pantheism - and then to encounter and hope to help someone from a markedly different and often unfamiliar tradition. My students are smart and brave and wise and funny. They have shared such touching stories of their own experiences - some have been hilarious, some heart-breaking, some poignant - and have been so insightful about how their own experiences might affect their ability to be open and welcoming with clients coming in with different stories. 

This week, a student brought in this PA House Resolution No. 535, of January 21, 2012, in which the House of Representatives resolves that 2012 is the "Year of the Bible" in Pennsylvania. Needless to say, there was quite a lively response to the news. Some discussion emerged that this raises questions about separation of church and state, and that lawmakers might need to be more aware that many of their constituents may not be Christian - how might they respond to the resolution? What might they feel? Would they feel welcomed or included or visible? A couple of people felt honored by the resolution. Interestingly, some of the most religious (Christian) of our students were the most vociferous objectors to the resolution. 

It is often a challenge for me, as the instructor, to maintain a semblance of neutrality - I am (you may not be surprised to hear) not always successful in this effort. But I do try to temper any of my own perspectives with an acknowledgement that they are one of many views, and with open invitations to hear from others. I love, love, love the students and this opportunity to swim with them through these waters. I would like to gather them together again five years from now to hear where they are - how life and work with people in pain have shaped them - their beliefs, wishes, and dreams. 

Last but not least, I have been writing, and learned recently that an article has been accepted for publication in Ecopsychology, a peer-reviewed journal about, well, about ecopsychology! It should be out in a couple of months - a big step for me.

Lying fallow, but still learning. 

1 There is a time for everything, 
   and a season for every activity under the heavens: 
2 a time to be born and a time to die, 
   a time to plant and a time to uproot, 
 3 a time to kill and a time to heal, 
   a time to tear down and a time to build, 
 4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, 
   a time to mourn and a time to dance, 
 5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, 
   a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, 
 6 a time to search and a time to give up, 
   a time to keep and a time to throw away, 
 7 a time to tear and a time to mend, 
   a time to be silent and a time to speak, 
 8 a time to love and a time to hate, 
   a time for war and a time for peace.


More John August Swanson - I love the Loaves and Fishes piece - there really is enough out there for all of us, isn't there?
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Still so true today. Unfortunately.

1/15/2012

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Worth every single one of the 22 minutes. Take a listen. This is wisdom shared -- not sound bites.
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Goodbye 2011 ~ and Goodbye Aunt Val

1/1/2012

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My mother's only sibling - her younger sister Val Booth Johnson - died on Christmas Day. Aunt Val was a bright, funny, loving, and generous woman who was devoted to her children and grandchildren, to her larger family, and to her church and community.  She personified so much that is good in life - her love of family, her courage in the face of many losses and family illnesses, her curiosity and energy. She will be sorely missed. 

My parents and all of my brothers and sisters traveled to Asheville, NC to say goodbye to Aunt Val and to be with her children, their spouses, and grandchildren. It was a good gathering of loved ones and a perfect time to remember what is really important in life, to remember what sustains us through it all.

Apart from the very sad passing of Aunt Val, it was the best. Christmas. ever. Julie and Greg visited from St. Louis, with pup Paolo, and Steve's family came for Christmas dinner. I am so grateful.

So goodbye Aunt Val, and goodbye 2011. What a year this has been, both personally and in the larger world. I have learned so much in the last year, have deepened my understanding of the world around me in so many ways. In just a few words...
  • I learned that I don't know squat! There is SO much to be learned about people, the earth and biosphere, politics, religion and spirituality, science. Each day I discover a new idea or bit of information and think I am getting a little bit of a handle on things, only to be challenged the next day by something very different.
  • Still. No excuses. Gotta keep at it. It is my responsibility to try to understand as much as I can about the world so that I can do my tiny part in sustaining its good.
  • I realized more than ever how tired and sad I am about the fighting that goes on in the world. Just watched an HBO special Wartorn 1861-2010 and Steven Spielberg's masterful War Horse. Please. For the love of God and all that is good. No more.
  • The natural world - of which humans are a part - is a beautiful and complex being whose existence is being threatened by selfishness, greed, and ignorance.

  • We can turn it around. There are millions and millions of people working together to make it right, from Bill McKibben, Tim DeChristopher, Terry Tempest Williams, and Majora Carter out in the larger world, to Ray Ely, Chris Condello, Tom Hoffman, Danielle Crumrine, the YERT guys, the Friends of Blair Mountain and Brenda Smith in my own smaller world. 
  • And of course there are the Occupiers and Protesters across the globe, reminding us that each person has a voice and an important role to play in the creation of a fair, just, healthy, and loving world.
  • What was also very clear to me during the last year was that the people, my loved ones, are what matter most.
I wish you health, happiness, love, and peace in 2012. And LOVE to Kirk, Diane, and Vicki, and all of your loved ones.
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AL-ANON, Gifts of the Season, and the Grinch

12/18/2011

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In early summer 2008, my sweet daughter Julie was almost hitting rock bottom with her eating disorder. Not quite - that came in late summer - early fall. But it was pretty bad and sad and scary (actually, really terrifying).

In June 2008, I had lunch with my good friend, Rabbi Mark Staitman - actually a graduate of our MS in Counseling Psychology program, and currently (and then) employed by Gateway Rehabilitation Center. I am certain that I looked exhausted, sad, and distracted. Mark listened, for the five millionth time, to my descriptions of waking up in the middle of the night in a terror-filled panic, heart beating unmercifully fast with fearful thoughts of losing Julie playing over and over in my mind. And Mark said to me (probably for the five millionth time, but this is the only time I really "heard" it).... "Get thee to a 12 Step program" or something like that. Really? How could that help me?

I had tried to turn Julie on to 12 Step ideas many times - to help her get better - they made sense to me... for her. Her eating disorder felt like an addiction to me. I had never considered how the principles and values might help me - I wasn't the one with the problem.

But this time I listened to Mark. I didn't go right away (it sometimes takes me awhile to "get it"), but finally did, on August 4, 2008. And, thankfully, in AL-ANON I learned how to get out of Julie's way to let her figure things out for herself, and how to figure out my own role in the whole scene.

I won't bore you with the details of my role, except to tell you that I had often repeated to my friends and family (and believed that this was a virtuous statement!) that I could only be as happy as my least happy child. Think about that for a minute. I can imagine that most moms out there believe this at least part of the time. When any one of our kids is in pain, we feel it. We carry a heaviness in our heart and nagging and piercing worries in our minds throughout the long days and nights when things aren't right. At least, lots of my mom friends have admitted to this.

But surprise! Julie finally found the courage to tell me that this kind of thinking really really hurt her - it made her feel responsible for my happiness and guilty that she was contributing to my pain - heavy feelings that she should not have to add to her already weighty burden. And, thankfully, AL-ANON principles also put me in my place. I really needed to back off and let Julie find her own way. Yes, I could continue to step in when serious physical consequences were looming. But day to day, I needed to step back and to do some much-needed work on myself.

Man, was this hard. It went against every grain of what constituted, for me, being a good mom. At the very least, a mother should be able to nourish her child, feed her, so that she could grow and become strong. It went against my commitment, from the first moment of my first pregnancy, to be there for my children and to give them whatever they needed. But I did it.

Coincidentally (maybe, maybe not), once I got out of Julie's way, she could begin to think for herself. She did hit bottom in late summer - early fall, but then began the slow climb upward until she reached a beautiful plateau of health and happiness.

I am not necessarily a "good" AL-ANON member - I haven't formally worked all of the 12 Steps - I rarely attend meetings! And that Fourth Step - "made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves" - keeps beckoning with its scary bright neon light ahead of me. But I have had the privilege of hearing wisdom from many many lovely people who have indeed walked the talk. And I have gathered the wherewithal to shut up and listen.

AL-ANON is an amazing group of people. The program is a deeply spiritual one, and creates one of the few spaces in the world (at least in my experience) where education, religious affiliation (or non-affiliation), social class, financial status, race, gender, ethnicity, and so on don't matter one whit. The meetings that I attend with my home group are not characterized by comparisons or judgments, evaluations or criticisms. There is acceptance. There is much to be learned from life itself. For someone used to holding forth in the classroom, like "a sage on the stage" with all of my book-learning, this is both humbling and liberating. 

So I found a place where I could think about and even, if brave, share the pain of feeling helpless and terrified, shamed because I, with my training and background, was in reality ill-equipped to help my own daughter in the ways that she needed to be helped. I could drink in and, if brave, serve a little out, of hard lessons learned and courage to get back up for the day even when our loved one is sick and struggling.

In December, during the end-of-year holiday season, my home group celebrates with a pot-luck dinner and a sharing of "gifts of the season." Each person is randomly given some gift from the program that she can hang on to and think about during the coming year. I used the word "randomly" because what we do is just go up front and select something from a pile of notes or ornaments, without looking first. Somehow, it doesn't always feel so random. Last year, I got a tiny angel ornament that had the words "taking risks" tied to it.

Whoa. Risks? Not for me. But my angel sits on my desk next to the computer and daily reminds me of what I can do to live more deeply and authentically, to learn to use what gifts I have been given for the good of others. So during the last year, I found the courage to build my web-site and start this blog, to participate in the March for Blair Mountain and the Occupy Pittsburgh movement, to actively go out and meet new people and learn what I could from them - then to share that learning with others. All of these activities were, and still sometimes are, just a tad out of my comfort zone.

Last week, I got my new "gift of the season" - the word "compassion." Hummph. I pride myself on my compassion (yes, I see the irony in that statement). I guess during this next year (and beyond), I am to learn how to take my heart from its regular size to a larger one, just a little more roomy and forgiving and welcoming and loving. Or in Dr. Seuss' inimitable words.... I will become like the Grinch.

             ...the Grinch's small heart Grew three sizes that day! 
            The minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight, 
            he whizzed through his load through the bright morning light.

What does this all have to do with my blog theme - sustainable health and well-being? It is about being our best selves with one another and, in so doing, helping to make the world a little better place for all.

I look forward to a whizzy and light and heart-ful year this year! And I wish one for you!

PS Thank you, dear Mark.
             

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Love to Jennifer!

12/15/2011

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Look what my BEAUTIFUL sister Jennifer made for me with words from the blog! I am so touched!

Thank you, Jen - and I love you!!! 

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Where did you learn to be kind?

12/8/2011

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Who taught you to be kind? How did you learn? Where?

I am struck by these questions as I read and hear the mean things - just plain mean and hateful and divisive and spiteful - that come from the mouths of our leaders and leader - wannabes.

Here is what I remember about learning about kindness. I am really interested in your own journey - so let us know!

There were so many examples of kindness in my life growing up - parents, grandparents, teachers, neighbors. I saw kindness, felt kindness, and heard about kindness. There was a strongly verbalized expectation that we behave and not hurt others, that we be respectful. Granted, the learning was often reinforced through spanking or other punishment - which always confused me, even way back then. But we were NOT to make fun of others, especially those less fortunate than we were. We were expected to be grateful for what we had, for our lot in life. We were not to be mean to one another - can you believe that we would be grounded for saying mean things to a brother or sister? For calling someone "stupid" or telling someone to "shut up"?

I read voraciously as a child - and still do - hence my greediness in owning an iPAD and a Kindle and hundreds of books. Many stories stayed with me as examples of kindness - as other models of how to be a good person. Just a few (some of which may be familiar to you) - The Five Little Peppers and How They Grew, Little Women, Elsie Dinsmore, A Wrinkle in Time, even Nancy Drew.  We had Brownies and Girl Scouts who very explicitly promoted good citizenship. We had Sunday School and church that also taught goodness. Lots of examples in words, deed, and actions.

And yet. It wasn't that simple. There was racism, classism, sexism, hetero-sexism, anti-other-religions-not-like-ours implicit in most of those lessons - invisible but present and easily absorbed without even recognizing it. Even words and deeds of respected and loved adults often held confusing contradictions.

But we keep trying, don't we? Most of us?

There are theories in psychology (of course, we love to make up theories!) about stages of the development of compassion/faith/belief. At earlier stages, usually associated with very little kids, we see the world as black and white/good and bad - people are either totally good or totally bad - nothing in-between. At earlier stages, also, kids behave well to avoid punishment. As we mature, we begin to recognize that there are other advantages to "doing good" - to being kind - than just avoiding punishment - we develop empathy and understand what it is like to hurt, ourselves, when someone is mean to us, and we then try not to do that to others. 

We begin to think outside of ourselves a little, outside of our own families and communities as we become more aware of the larger world, and begin to ask questions - about evil, about differences between cultures and traditions, about the inconsistencies in our own. As adolescents, we sometimes turn our backs on the traditions in which we were raised, and try to find our own path - sometimes coming back to the original one in the end and sometime forging a new one. 

Then we grow up even more. James Fowler, a psychologist, calls the final stage of faith development the "Universalizing Stage" - in which one has the sense of an ultimate environment that is inclusive of all beings - there are no divisions between people based on religious traditions, race, ethnicity, nationality. There is one-ness - and faith is geared toward compassion and forgiveness.

People often associated with this final stage of development are Martin Luther King, Jesus Christ, Gandhi, Mother Teresa, and, I always add - Fred Rogers - and I am certain that there are figures from many other traditions who could also be added.

Often these stages are described in relation to chronological age - but you know what? I have known 6 year olds who think in a Universalizing way - and I have known 50 year olds who are stuck back in the concrete black and white stage, who are very me-focused, rigid, judgmental. Haven't you?

So what is so discouraging in the news to me recently is seeing examples of grown-ups saying mean, disrespectful, hateful words, particularly about vulnerable people - poor, old, very young, disenfranchised, sick, unemployed. (Guess I should also ask the question - where do we learn to be mean? how does this happen?) 

There is a whole mass of people out there - at both ends of the political spectrum - who are becoming sick, sad, and angry about this kind of talk. Check out Jim Wallis' recent blog for some thoughts about this.

We elect our representatives to act as public servants - to speak for all of us, not just some of us. Government in a democracy is not supposed to be like a football game, where the desire is to "crush the other side" (see Grover Norquist's 60 Minutes Interview as just one example of this "crush your opponent" mentality). It is supposed to be an institution or process through which we learn to live together in the best, most fair, and most just ways that we can.

I yearn for words and ideas and actions that raise us up, that encourage us to be our best selves and, in being our best selves, make the world a better place for all. I hunger for inspiration. My dad just finished reading That Used to be Us, by Thomas Friedman and and Michael Mandelbaum - Dad said that these guys suggest that our two party system needs to be shaken up by the addition of one person who cares less about winning or crushing the other side than about speaking the truth. Interesting idea. And I am sure the next question is, "Whose truth?" Are there universal truths? I know that some of us believe that there are. 

I return to my original questions - where did you learn to be kind? how did you learn to love? can we put a little more of that out there? can we spread it around?

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Alan Kettler Art Exhibition at the Square Cafe - December 3, 7-8:30 pm

12/2/2011

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Alan Kettler, ecological artist, will have his first solo art exhibition in twenty years at the Square Cafe on Braddock Avenue on Saturday, December 3, 7-8:30 pm. The posters above were created in the 1980's - prescient, eh? Posters and other items are available for purchase.

The art is very cool, IMHO. If you cannot make the opening, stop by the Square and check out his work anyway.
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Why I support the Occupy Movement...

11/30/2011

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Occupy Pittsburgh (http://onlyinpgh.com)
So when I was in high school, Kent State happened. I didn't even really hear about it, or at least I don't remember hearing about it - so unconnected and clueless. All I knew was that some guys got suspended for wearing black armbands to school. I didn't follow the war when I was in high school beyond my vague awareness about my brother going for a physical because he had been drafted - again, really out of touch (no, he didn't have to go). Environmental issues? Nah. I just wasn't tuned in to much outside of my own little world of school, family, homework, friends, the band.

At Transylvania, in college, my eyes began to open a bit. I had some really great professors in sociology and anthropology - I began to read more and to listen. There was a big big world outside of Lexington, KY, with a lot going on, with people who looked and thought and believed differently than my family, my friends, and I did. I stepped out a little - campaigned for McGovern against Nixon. For me, it had become mainly about the war. McGovern lost, of course. And the war. Well, we know what happened there. Promises broken.

Years passed - getting educated, working, having children and making a family, voting, trying to keep up with things. My focus for years was on kids' issues - my own kids, other peoples' kids, working with families, schools, pediatricians, day care centers and preschools. 

My focus is still on kids, just in a different way. Julie and Michael are adults, and someday in the not too distant future (no rush, guys - no rush), I may have grandchildren. And this is what I want for my children and my grandchildren:
  • a viable and biodiverse earth that can provide clean air and water, and healthy soil to produce abundant food for nourishment for everyone
  • equal access to safe shelter, to health care, and to education
  • a peaceful world without horrible blood-letting conflict over oil, religion, access to water and land, or my gun's bigger than yours - enough already! enough!
  • a culture where there is respect for all workers who contribute to the common good - mothers and fathers who stay at home to raise their children, crossing guards, teachers, nurses, doctors, engineers who build bridges and water systems, farmers, factory workers, safety officers, cooks, landscapers -- you know as well as I do that this list goes on and on
  • a well-educated citizenry - a society that selects lawmakers and leaders who will WORK TOGETHER for the common good, that supports a government that is not shaped primarily by corporate interests
I want this world for my children, other people's children, and our grandchildren. And I believe that most of those involved in the Occupy Movement want the same. Yes, there are goofy self-centered attention-seeking people who are part of the movement. Are there not also goofy self-centered attention-seeking people in the finance world? In government? I do believe there are.

I hear criticisms that the movement participants are lazy and entitled and should just get a job - or in Newt's words, "Go get a job after you take a bath." How utterly condescending and hateful and disrespectful.  Really? He and his brethren should be heading down to Wall Street and LA and Philly and Pittsburgh and talking to the people who are part of the Occupy Movement - our leaders have the responsibility to talk with and learn from every constituency in this country, regardless of race, economic status, age, ethnicity, political persuasion, job status, education, and so on. How else will they be able to make important decisions for the common good? The reality, however, is that money speaks more loudly to our lawmakers. And people like Newt Gingrich will not humble themselves in order to learn from the mostly young people who are the future of our country. So very sad.

I hear criticisms that the movement's aims are vague and unfocused. Can we truly say that Congress is focused and united? It is true that there are multiple goals of the movement - when I participated in the 10-17-11 Occupy Pittsburgh march, which led to the creation of the camp downtown, I saw many many different groups represented, each with its own story and agenda. But the common thread was the larger story that lives are being negatively affected, in significant long-term ways, by a topsy-turvy world where big companies make laws. 

Define plutocracy - Bill Moyers himself, a man of intellect, faith, and integrity speaks out about this. Or, as environmentalist Robert Kennedy, Jr. has said, consider fascism or government by business. Yes, this is very harsh. But please let's really think about the ramifications of the 2010 Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission for our democracy.

There has been much written about Generation Y - my children's generation, the kids of the boomers. A common refrain is that this Generation Y is selfish and narcissistic. Check out this book as just one example of this allegation -- Generation Me: Why Today's Young Americans Are More Confident, Assertive, Entitled--and More Miserable Than Ever Before. Note: if this is true, they didn't get this way on their own.

I am leaping with joy to see young people take a stand for concerns that are larger than themselves, that are related to the health and well-being of all citizens. It makes me happy to go downtown and see the orderly tents of the Occupy Pittsburghers. It makes me happy when my own kids and nieces and nephews ask questions and make comments about the movement, whether or not they agree with me. It makes me happy when I hear my students talk about what this all means. Because it means that they are at least partially attending to what is going on. They are thinking and questioning.

I just finished two very good books about social change and social movements - Martin Luther King's Why We Can't Wait, his writings about the civil rights movements in Birmingham, Alabama in 1963, and Grace Lee Boggs' The Next American Revolution: Sustainable Activism for the Twenty-First Century - she has been involved in civil rights, labor, and environmental work in the Detroit area for decades. What I heard from these wise activists confirmed what I already knew from my work with families and individuals: Change is hard, and resistance to change is intense. 

Social change is hard and it is scary. It threatens our familiar assumptions and routines. Both King and Boggs emphasized that rebellion and revolt are not sufficient to produce long-lasting change - toppling the king from the throne does nothing good if you do not have something else to put in place. And they also emphasized that long-lasting constructive social change requires pushing against unfair and unjust practices, in persistent non-violent ways, AND - I find this SO important - stretching ourselves internally, as individuals, to grow and learn and become more fair and just and kind and generous and loving.

Please take the time to read many different accounts of the Occupy Movement, from all sides. Take the time to talk with people who are walking the talk - go downtown in your city and talk to people at the camp (if they are still there). Hear what they are about. Think about what they - and we - can do to keep the conversations and activism and change processes going even as the camps are being demolished. Take it seriously. Eyes wide open, connected, and clued-in.

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Occupy Lexington - for Thanksgiving, that is...

11/29/2011

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Just a few of the family visiting Lexington for Thanksgiving.

Here are a few thrills... having both kids there - Michael and Leah driving down from Philly, and Julie and Greg driving over, with pup Paolo, from St. Louis. Mom, Val, Steve, Erin, Matt, and me playing a mean game of scrabble. Mom sharing some of her valuable collections with us girls - her tiny pewter clocks that she has collected for years, and her many many Christmas salt and pepper shaker pairs. Seeing the Louisville, Dallas, and most of the Alabama contingents. Laughing when Aunt Jennifer took a load of kids to the drug store late at night to stock up on Red Bull so that they could remain alert playing video games in the man-cave in the basement -- the first Facebook post I read the next morning was from nephew Jeb -- "pulled an all nighter with the help of some redbull. Now let's go buy stuff on sale." Oh, I can't tell you how happy I am that Michael and Julie are beyond that -- they may pull all nighters, but I don't see it since they live hundreds of miles away and I don't have to deal with the grumpiness that follows.

I was wondering if we would be talking politics and religion over the holidays, and we did, a little. We talked some about the Occupy movement, with some younger folks asking what it was all about - hope to write more about the ongoing movement in the next few days, so stay tuned. 

Here is what is so beautiful about families and celebratory gatherings like Thanksgiving... Present at my parents' home in Lexington were at least 25 people - among them were evangelical Christian and conservative Jewish people, Unitarian/Quakers, agnostics, doubters, skeptics, and seekers, AND democrats, republicans, independents, progressives, libertarians, and undecideds, AND omnivores, vegetarians, candy eaters, and Red Bull and Ale-8-One drinkers, AND iPhones, blackberries, droids, PCs, and Macs, AND a farmer, truck and automobile factory workers, a professor, social service, education, and community agency workers, college and grad students, a computer consultant/business owner, an engineer, an artist and hostess extraordinaire, ministry workers, finance and business consultants. AND.... it worked. I am very grateful for these wonderful people.

It is possible, you know, to live with people with different opinions, daily living practices, and beliefs - it is easier when we share common values of love and respect, and of curiosity about and interest in the differences. And it is easier when we are brave enough to have courageous conversations about challenging topics.

No, we didn't get hot and heavy about politics and religion - just dipped our toes in really. But there was no tension with this toe-dipping (at least none that I felt) and lots of good feelings. And we did get pretty intense planning a new Thanksgiving tradition to begin next year -- all appetizers, all day, 24/7 with no big feast. We will see if this happens. We will just wait and see.

How was your Thanksgiving? Any good stories to share?

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