Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Gifts from the Sea

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its nets of wonder forever.
Jacques Cousteau
Between Sea and Shore 
(I know I've posted this image before but it fits the post best!)

Some days, my longing for the sea is palpable. Today is one of them...a gray, rainy day, the first of several this week...and I can think of nothing I'd rather be doing than walking along the beach at Cape Cod or Cape May, or Rehobeth, La Jolla, even Galveston before the summer crowds descend. The ocean in all its many moods and guises has always been a metaphor for my life's journey and there are times only those hours alone on a quiet beach can help me to decipher the lessons along the way. Some years ago I picked up a stone on the shore at Race Point, one of those diamond days - so perfect you could never forget it, shared as it was with my dearest friend. I've kept the stone for all these years and carry it with me to remind me of all the sea has to tell me.
  
THE WORRY STONE

I carry it in my pocket,
roll it around there letting
it shift from palm to fingers,
trace its contours with my thumb
and remember the day I
picked it up at the beach,
that brilliantly sunny
afternoon at Race Point…
how it caught my eye
amidst all the other pebbles
because it was not yet
perfectly smooth, though
quite well-polished, different
in hue and composition
from an ordinary stone,
a worn conglomerate
of sparkling quartz and
dull gray limestone,
one  black clast of obsidian
distorting the smoothness.
My thumb catches the fragment,
worries it, like one worries
a broken tooth with the tongue,
feeling the irregularity there,
probing it with questions -

what long journey has this stone
made to find itself on this shore?
How was it shaped by that voyage,
battered, abraded and pounded,
its rough edges worn down,
by long ages of pressure,
the travel across distant seas
cementing together all
the disparate metals and minerals,
compressed now into one
remarkable and unique stone.
I carry it with me in my pocket
and worry it with my thumb
to remind me of my own
uniqueness, melded from all
the separate pieces of self,
light and dark, rough edges
scoured by the unrelenting rhythm
of life’s ocean into a new whole
that is finally becoming me. 

Perhaps I'll get back to the sea this summer - but even if I don't, it's always in my heart, always reminding me that some things are eternal, that there is an ebb and flow to life that one must learn to accept. But like the tide...what seems gone will return...and find me waiting. 




Friday, April 18, 2014

Celebrating the many rites of spring...

Life stands before me like an eternal spring
with new and brilliant clothes
Carl Friedrich Gauss

Deep Purple

This year, everywhere you turn, people seem to be celebrating spring more joyously than I can ever remember. Perhaps it’s only because it’s been such a very long, cold, snowy winter for most of us here in the northern and western hemisphere. The threat of one last bit of snow and ice is potentially still out there as the temperatures seesaw from 30s to 70s in a matter of hours all across the country. So our spring celebrations are doubly meaningful for many of us this year. But celebrating spring has had and still has great religious significance around the world as well – because spring is about rebirth, being “saved” from the dead of winter, triumphing over death, enslavement and evil and being renewed.

Sometimes we can be very myopic about our own particular celebrations, assuming that they are the most important or most meaningful. As a Christian, I celebrate the death and resurrection of Jesus at Easter – as do Christians around the world. There is no more powerful symbol of renewal, salvation or triumph for Christians of any denomination than Resurrection or Easter. But Christians are not alone and not the first to welcome spring, to recall events of salvation or triumph over “the enemy” – whether that enemy is a brutal winter or an evil person.

While it is unlikely that you will find cards to celebrate many of these rites if you go looking for one in a Hallmark store, you will find cards wishing our Jewish friends a happy holiday about the same time of the year as Christians are celebrating Holy Week. That’s because in the Jewish faith, the Feast of Pesach or Passover is celebrated in the spring to commemorate the liberation of the Israelites from slavery in Egypt, the triumph over both Pharaoh and the hardships of the desert crossing. It’s an eight day celebration of freedom and the promise of new life and it begins with a Seder meal that includes unleavened bread and bitter herbs – symbols of how quickly the Israelites had to gather their few things and leave Egypt. The events celebrated during Passover are the heart and soul, the most sacred memories of the Jewish people, just as the events of Holy Week and Easter are for Christians. Jesus, of course, celebrated Passover.

Here are a number of other religious and non-religious rites and celebrations held around the world at some point between early March and May 1. That’s not a coincidence – any more than the timing of our Easter celebration is.

The symbols we attach to Easter may (even the name and the Easter egg and Easter rabbit) – and probably do – derive from spring festivals in certain Middle Eastern Mystery religions like Zoroastrianism or Mithraism. But if we look further afield – beyond the Middle East, we can see other traditions with similar or related meanings, all having to do with renewal and rebirth in some way.

Japanese Buddhists celebrate a spring festival called Ohigan – which literally means “the other shore gathering” but it is a celebration to honor ancestors and to express gratitude for enlightenment or awakening, a celebration of the birth of Buddha and wisdom itself. Those Japanese who practice the indigenous Shinto religion – an earth based religion – celebrate the spring equinox, praying to the spirits of nature…of the forest, the mountains, the rivers, the sun and the sea…to purify the land, to renew it.

In India, Hindus celebrate Holi, the festival of colors which marks the coming of spring and the new harvest of winter crops. Part of the celebration includes huge bonfires that are lit to cleanse the air of evil and symbolize the destruction of Holika, for whom the festival is named. The ashes from the fires are applied to the foreheads and some ash taken home to put on children’s foreheads to protect them against evil.

Wiccans – another earth and moon based religion – celebrate Ostara or the vernal equinox marking the first day of spring and the renewed life that comes with spring. This day has marked special celebrations in ancient cultures too – to honor Aphrodite, Hathor, and Ostara.

The Baha’i New Year is celebrated each year beginning at sundown on March 20. It is preceded by a 19 day period of fasting symbolizing the sparseness of winter or the less-fruitful growing seasons. But new growth begins with the coming of spring. The period of fasting is similar to the Christian practice of Lenten fasting and sacrifice. One month later, those of the Baha’i faith will celebrate the first day of Ridvan which marks the day when Baha'u'llah proclaimed his mission as the last of the prophets of God.

The spring celebrations conclude with the Wiccan celebration of Beltane on May 1 of each year. It’s a fire festival that represents the coming of summer and the fertility of the season. This late spring Celtic festival is closely tied to the farming calendar with prayers for a fruitful harvest.

So as you can see, Christians are hardly alone in celebrating rites of rebirth, renewal and salvation. Mankind has always been closely bound to the seasons of the year, the cycles of growth and harvest, and to the idea of “resurrection” whether of the physical body or of the spirit or the bursting forth of seeds and flowers to mark the triumph of life over death.


And so I wish you each according to your beliefs…a happy Easter, Passover, Ohigan, Ridvan, or Beltane. Respecting such traditions from all over the world reminds us once again that we are more alike than different and certainly more connected that we often realize. 

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Spirituality or religion...

“Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality.”
Carl Sagan - The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark

Please note that the poem on the image below is my own, not the original Desiderata

Desiderata Redux

There's a lot of discussion - some of it angry and defensive - about religion these days. Evangelical and fundamentalist Christians go head to head with self-professed atheists, both bringing their arguments into the "body politic." Muslim fundamentalists, too, speak of non-believers as "the great Satan" and justify jihad on the basis of the Koran. In the name of God, too many are at war with one another these days and the world wobbles on its axis as the battles rage and conversations become confrontations full of vitriol. 

I'm not here to advocate for or against any of those positions. After all, what good would it do...people hear and believe what they want to believe. Just take the recent debate between Bill Nye the "Science Guy" and Ken Ham of the Creation Museum of Kentucky. Who won? Well if  you went in believing in creationism as what should be taught in schools in place of evolution, you came out believing Ken Ham won. Those on the other side thought Nye took Ham to the mat over and over.  

Personally, in spite of my own Christian background and education, I think the solution is really very simple. Acknowledge that one does not need formal religious affiliation to share something we all have in common - that's spirituality. "Spirituality," says Dr. Brene Brown, "is recognizing and celebrating that we are all inextricably connected to each other by a power greater than all of us, and that our connection to that power and to one another is grounded in love and compassion. Practicing spirituality brings a sense of perspective, meaning, and purpose to our lives." Spirituality is the force behind our sense of empathy for another, the motive for our immediate practical and sympathetic response to a natural disaster anywhere in the world, the explanation for our sadness when a particularly good person dies, even our devotion and attachment to animals. When I read this passage from Dr. Brown, I was reminded of my own attempt to write a spiritual rather than a religious guide for a good and decent life. I called it "Desiderata Redux" - a revisitation to a well-known work by Max Ehrmann but now including a recognition of that sense of spiritual connection that is so much a part of what I personally believe.

I don't think this kind of universal spirituality - this sense of universal connectedness - could be the ground for any kind of hatred, violence or discrimination. I hope and believe that when we recognize this quality in everyone, we can let go of all that divides us and embrace that which binds us - our common humanity. Perhaps that is a bit "Pollyanna" but I've always been an idealist. As my beloved teacher, Pierre Teilhard de Chardin once wrote: 
  

Monday, February 3, 2014

...my kind of town...

"It's not necessary to go far and wide. I mean, you can find  
exciting and inspiring things within your hometown."
Daryl Hannah

Buffalo South Entrance Light

I've noticed a trend in recent blogs - at least among friends whose blogs I follow - to focus on images and stories relating to their home town or to nearby areas - a way of celebrating the beauty close to home, an opportunity to brag about local history or attractions in the area or maybe just a way to promote and boost interest in a city or town that's fallen on hard times. While I don't live right in Buffalo, NY, I still call it home as it's the nearest metro area to me and there's a lot to be said about a place called "the Queen city" for a reason. So while I won't be doing one post a day for 100 days on Buffalo and surrounding areas, there is a lot that is beautiful, historic and inspiring within a 50 mile radius of my true home town (a tiny village actually that if, as the saying goes, you blink you'd miss it) which is about 20 minutes from downtown Buffalo, NY. Certainly the area has inspired some of my most creative works of both poetry and art and I'm willing to bet that you can find plenty right near home to do that for you too!

Information for this blog post is from Lighthouse Friends - http://www.lighthousefriends.com/light.asp?ID=295

Buffalo South Entrance South Side
Buffalo's emergence as a bustling port continued well after the 1825 opening of the Erie Canal. The city quickly outgrew its first lighthouse erected in 1818, and the 1833 stone tower still standing today was superseded by a breakwater station in the 1870s. Still, the volume of ship traffic necessitated another expansion of the harbor, and a lengthy breakwater was built south of the main harbor. According to the 1900 Annual Report of the Light House Board, on June 6, 1900, $45,000 was appropriated for establishing suitable light and fog-signal stations to mark the main southern entrance of the new breakwater at Buffalo, N.Y. Plans for the light towers and fog-signal house, including foundation and pile protection work were completed, and plans for the keeper's dwelling are being prepared. Soon after the plans were finished, the breakwater where the light towers were to be erected was badly damaged by two severe storms, forcing the plans to be modified to provide greater strength to meet extreme conditions of wind and wave action. It was ultimately determined to place both a fog signal and beacon light on the south side of the southern harbor entrance, and an accompanying, smaller light on the north side.


The new south entrance beacons were especially important to turn of the century Buffalo, as the city became the world's leading lumber port and grain-milling and storage center. The southern entrance was also located near the recently completed Lackawanna Steel plant, which would be acquired by Bethlehem Steel in 1992 and become the world's largest steel mill during the frantic production accompanying World War II.

The Buffalo South Entrance South Side Lighthouse is a unique tower with a brown cylindrical base, a white, conical midsection, and a black lantern graced with glass panes in a diamond configuration. The tower's interior is furnished with fine wood wainscoting, and its lantern was originally equipped with a fourth-order Fresnel lens that produced the repeated sequence of two white flashes and a red flash, each spaced by ten seconds. The arch-roofed fog signal house adjoining the tower was painted brown. The station's original fog siren was replaced in 1934 by an air diaphone, which produced a two-tone air blast of three seconds, followed by a silent period of twenty-seven seconds.

A radiobeacon was established adjacent to the South Side Light on April 4, 1939. The tower transmitted a dash followed by three dots, Morse Code for "B."

Automated in 1962, the Buffalo South Side Lighthouse is currently inactive, having been replaced by a simple, modern post light that is very convenient to maintain. The old beacon's fourth-order Fresnel lens was removed in 1967, and after having been on display at the Coast Guard's Buffalo Station, in 1987 it was mounted in Buffalo's cherished and more centrally located 1833 tower, where it is decoratively lit at night. A 300-millimeter optic was mounted on the gallery outside the lantern room upon the removal of the Fresnel lens. This optic was active until 1993, when the current navigational was established on a nearby pole.

The closure of most of the Lackawanna steel plant has had a large economic impact on the Buffalo area and greatly decreased the amount of freighters calling at the port. A large portion of Buffalo's grain-milling and storage facilities have also shut down, but there was still an active General Mills plant in the harbor as of 2007. (During our boat ride through Buffalo Harbor, we were treated to the aroma of Cocoa Puffs.) Today, Buffalo Harbor is kept busy with fishermen and recreational boaters, and the city is planning on further development on the waterfront near the present Coast Guard station.

In July of 2008, the Buffalo Harbor South Entrance Lighthouse was offered to qualified groups through the National Historic Lighthouse Preservation Act, passed in 2000. Two groups, the Buffalo Lighthouse Association and the Maritime Activity Interyouth Network, submitted a letter of interest by the September 23, 2008 deadline and followed up with a formal application. The deed to the lighthouse has been transferred to the Lighthouse Association, and an $850,000 restoration is planned. Fundraising for the first phase of the project, a $185,000 stabilization and safety phase, began in 2012.
Head Keepers: Delos Hayden (1903), Edward Van Natta (1903 - 1904), John Burns (1904), George Codding (1904 - 1913).

It's just my personal opinion, of course, but the Buffalo Harbor is beautiful and plans to develop the Erie Basin, Canalfront and the Outer Harbor into a state park with a public beach promise a renewal for this city once dubbed "the most beautifully laid out city in North America." The city boasts some of the most beautiful architecture and some amazing parks specifically designed for the city by Frederick Law Olmsted and Calvert Vaux between 1868 and 1896. This coordinated system of recreational spaces is the oldest such system in the United States. Don't sell Buffalo short!! We're making a comeback!!

This digital work is hand painted from a reference photo of my own.


Thursday, January 30, 2014

Overcoming winter S.A.D.ness

"In the depth of winter, I learned that within me lay an invincible summer."
Albert Camus
Winter Barn
Seasonal Affective Disorder used to be laughed at as the hypochondria of...attention seekers, the lazy, or maybe just the "winter blues" - a harmless enough low feeling that will go away on its own soon enough. Even when I was younger and very active in the winter with snowmobiling, skating, winter parties at the sugar shanty, I still experienced this kind of "dread" as November approached. I'd say over and over, "I hate November." As the years went by, the dread got worse, the low feeling became real depression during the winter months. At first, I chalked it up to personal losses that had occurred in November or early December - my Dad's death, my husband's, my grandfather's. But each year, it got worse and I began to equate winter with the season of my life - that I was entering the "winter" of my life journey and while death didn't exactly terrify me, I wasn't in that big a hurry for it! Moving back up north after years in the south seemed to make things much worse - as my physical mobility became more limited, winters stretched long and drearier. The sudden change to Standard time in October (now November) would hit me like a ton of bricks as the daylight hours were instantly one hour shorter. I'd tell everyone I was going into hibernation and I'd come out again when the time changed in March! And off I'd go into what I called "my cave."
S.A.D. is actually very real for millions of people and for some, downright dangerous. According to the Mayo Clinic, those with severe depression from untreated S.A.D. should not ignore the symptoms. They can get worse and lead to problems if it's not treated. These can include:
  • Suicidal thoughts or behavior
  • Social withdrawal
  • School or work problems
  • Substance abuse
Treatment can help prevent complications, especially if seasonal affective disorder is diagnosed and treated before symptoms get bad.

So...what to do. See a doctor if symptoms persist - you may benefit from antidepressant medications but even if you don't choose this course, a health care professional will be aware of your condition and that's important. But there are lifestyle changes you can try as well - get special real daylight bulbs for your lamps and avoid fluorescent lights if possible. There are also actual light therapy boxes you can use several times a day to increase your exposure to daylight. Go outside - even if you aren't very mobile, bundle up and sit on the porch, the patio, a park bench and soak up the sun for a half hour. Get what exercise you can - you don't have to ski or snowmobile or shovel snow with a bad heart to get a little exercise to raise your serotonin levels. Get CREATIVE - that's finally what saved me. In winter time, I pour myself into my art and writing in between treks up and downstairs for exercise. I think about winter poetically instead of with dread. In fact...I wrote a long poem called, "Even Winter Has Its Joy" and you can hear me read it on this short YouTube video:


I hope you enjoyed that...would love to get your feedback though I apologize for the quality of the artwork - I've worked harder on that in recent years! The poem is from my last book, "Ecclesiastes for Sixty: Seasons in Solitude." 

 











Monday, January 27, 2014

Midwinter - dreaming of baseball



"There are only two seasons – winter and baseball." 
~ Bill Veeck ~

                                                        former owner of the Cleveland Indians, St. Louis Cardinals and Chicago White Sox

Tinker to Evers to Chance


The poem, "Baseball's Sad Lexicon", also known as "Tinker to Evers to Chance" after its refrain, is a 1910 baseball poem by Franklin Pierce Adams. The poem is presented as a single, rueful stanza from the point of view of a New York Giants fan watching the Chicago Cubs infield complete a double play.

Chicago Cubs infielders Joe Tinker, Johnny Evers, and Frank Chance began playing together with the Cubs in 1902, and formed a double play combination that lasted through April 1912. Their consistently solid fielding and hitting led the Cubs to four National League pennants (1906-8, 1910) and two World Series wins (1907-8). In 1910, New York newspaper columnist Franklin Pierce Adams immortalized the three ballplayers in a short verse. The Cubs won the National League pennant four times between 1906 and 1910, often defeating the Giants en route to the World Series. In fact, the 1907 Chicago Cubs are often referred to as “the best team ever” and there is a book by that name that celebrates this talented team in its entirety.

Adams’ poem was first published in the New York Evening Mail on July 12, 1910. Popular among sportswriters, numerous additional verses were written. The poem gave Tinker, Evers, and Chance increased popularity. It has been credited with their elections to the National Baseball Hall of Fame in 1946.

Off the field, two of the three never spoke to one another – Joe Tinker and John Evers disliked each other immensely and no sign of rapprochement appeared until both were asked to visit Chance as he lay dying. 
  
"Baseball's Sad Lexicon"

These are the saddest of possible words:
"Tinker to Evers to Chance."
Trio of bear cubs, and fleeter than birds,
Tinker and Evers and Chance.
Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble,*
Making a Giant hit into a double--
Words that are heavy with nothing but trouble:
"Tinker to Evers to Chance."**

* The term "gonfalon" refers to a flag or pennant, and Adams uses the phrase "pricking our gonfalon bubble" to describe the repeated success of the Chicago Cubs and their celebrated infield against their National League rivals, his beloved New York Giants.

** Reprinted in the book In Other Words by Franklin P. Adams (Garden City, N.Y.: Doubleday, Page & Co., 1912)

Credit for the details of the story goes to Wikipedia (entry Tinker to Evers to Chance) and to the Baseball Almanac.

A complete departure for me in terms of subject matter – but the history buff in me couldn’t resist the challenge. The images in this triptych were painted using baseball card pictures taken by photographer Paul Thompson who owned the copyright only for the gold borders that surrounded the original cards. An article in the Smithsonian described the significant departure of Thompson’s portraits from those on other baseball cards – distributed by the American Tobacco Company among other tobacco companies. Thompson’s were chromolithographs which could be printed in color while earlier cards had been black and white.