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Full

March 28, 2012 6 comments

The moon orbits the spinning earth, and in its phases and cycles, seemingly shows us aspects of itself: new, crescent, quarter, full. Although it appears to be changing shape on its journey, the moon is actually reflecting the light from the sun. It is always moving, intact, whole. In truth, the moon is always full.

Sometimes in our search for meaning, we tend to take concepts and symbols apart, and then focus on the parts, and not the whole. A symbol we are all familiar with is the Taoist symbol of the yin yang. The image is a static version of its wholeness. Life is always in motion, always in a process of becoming, and changing. Like the moon, the yin yang is a symbol for change, for motion, for the play of light and shadow. We think of it in halves, and opposites — but it is not day or night, fall and winter. It is all things: day becoming night, fall becoming winter, growth and decay. It is always moving, intact, whole. This is time.

In the richness of Jungian psychology, this concept and its symbols are understood, and utilized, as the anime and animus. The anima is the female aspect present in the collective unconscious of men, and the animus is the male aspect present in the collective unconscious of women. But this energy is not static, neither halves or opposites — male or female, logic or compassion, conscious or unconscious, light or shadow. It is always moving, intact whole. This is being.

Yeats said, “It takes more courage to examine the dark corners of your own soul than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield.” Our life path is to realize the self. Not merely to explore and reconcile our light and our shadow, but to awaken what already resides within us. Like the moon, we are reflecting light, serving as mirrors for one another, not static, but reflective, responsive. This is transcendence.

In truth, like the moon, we are always moving, intact, whole, and full.

Toni

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One Day I Shall Burst My Bud Of Calm…

March 20, 2012 14 comments

To everything, there is a season…except maybe for winter 2012 in New York city. It’s been a mild one. Although spring officially arrived, 3/20 1:14 AM EDT, the warm temps and many blooms made their appearance well in advance of the equinox.

Global warming, Positive Arctic Oscillation? One thing for certain, it’s crazy…and spring, half losing its mind from all of it says, “Bring it on.” It reminds me of this quote by Christopher Fry:

“One day I shall burst my bud of calm and blossom into hysteria.”

Soft and striking Central Park cherry blossoms

Forsythia unfolding in Central Park
Central Park Forsythia

A Central Park hill of daffodils
Daffodil Hill

A star is born
single daffodil

A Central Park bench. Eh, this is New York!
Central Park Bench

Masks

March 16, 2012 2 comments


Consider the mask. In the English language, the word for person is derived from the Latin word persona – which translates as “mask”. Masks are a universal part of our human experience. Used in ceremony and in practical purpose, the mask holds social and symbolic meaning. Power and myth.

The Iroquois healing ritual masks invoke the spirits of the dream world with the belief their masks have life. Igbo tribal mask ceremonies connect to ancestors. Shamanic masks of the Chinese Shigong, Hopi, Zuni and Dogon are used in ritual dance. There are the Temne’s masks of wisdom and humility; the Ivory Coast Senoufo tranquility mask with its sleepy eyes and Grebo mask of the proud, unyielding warrior.

Masks of ancient drama and myth teach and entertain, from Greek and Roman amphitheater to India’s Mahabarata and the Noh plays of Japan. There is the ancient iron mask as torture; oxygen mask, life saving; gas mask, protection; and diving mask, clarity. Masks as disguise, to avoid recognition, be anonymous — in crime or carnival.

A great deal is written in psychology as well, on how we wear “masks” in our every day life, as a defense mechanism, hiding a true self behind it. We don the right one for the appropriate situation. Our vulnerability is protected.

You may believe you are the sum of all the masks you wear. Give this some thought: if you hold a mask in front of you, and shine a flashlight between the mask and your face, light would shine through. It would pour through the openings in the eyes, the mouth, it may even appear luminous. Maybe your essence is spirit, and you are that light shining through.

What do you think?

Less Is More: Clean Up Your Sh*t

Photo by Toni Josephson

Bruce Lee said, “It’s not the daily increase, but the daily decrease. Hack away at the unessential.”  That quote actually comes from ancient Chinese thought, and you are likely to find it running through the culture stream of any wisdom tradition.

As the weather warms up, we all understand the concept of spring cleaning. Beyond that notion, part of health and well being is to get rid of what you do not need. In the I Ching, the Book of changes, there is hexagram #41: decrease. Sometimes it is called “empty the cauldron”. It is made up of the trigram mountain over the trigram lake. Here’s what’s happening in that pairing: the water evaporates, and though not visible, the moisture nourishes the mountain. It moves deep inside, hidden — yet is fosters new growth.

It is a time not of accumulation, but meaning. What seems to be lost, and in many ways is lost, is ultimately changing. The external gives way to the internal. Maybe its a reduction in your material possessions. Their loss can leave room for something else: perhaps not visible, but felt, and understood. Known only in a way that manifests when you make space for it.

In more modern words — less is more, clean up your sh*t. Cutting through clutter and excess could mean cleaning out a closet, or clearing out your own cobwebs. Streamline efforts in your daily life. Clear a place for deeper exploration of thought or spirit. Is it time to talk less and listen more? Maybe the anger has to go. Or the frustration. Judgment. Jealousy. Self absorption. Self pity. All baggage you do not need to carry. It weighs you down. Hack away at it, let it go. Empty the cauldron. Dissolve, like water into the mountain, and see what grows.

Toni Tan

They Combed Their Hair At Thermopylae

March 9, 2012 5 comments

by Toni Josephson

“Human life has always been lived on the edge of a precipice. Human culture has always had to exist under the shadow of something more infinitely important than itself.” — CS Lewis

Life is never without crises. Our daily distractions often allow us to ignore this truth, until something frightening happens and forces our attention. In these difficult times of global crisis, many of us are paying close attention and many more of us are feeling the full force of the blow. Not dealing with crisis is worse. Yet, even in our disillusion, denial and devastation, life goes on. It more than goes on.

Far beyond mere survival, in the worst of times humans explore thought beyond limitations of crisis. We do much more than exist. In his essay on war, CS Lewis wrote of our human history, saying we do not put off cultural activities until disaster is averted or conflict resolved. Waiting until life is without danger to seek out knowledge and beauty is a moment that will never come. We do not wait.

Long before the film 300, Lewis told us that men will conduct metaphysical arguments in condemned cells, propound mathematical theorems in beleaguered cities, and make jokes on scaffolds. The Spartan warriors combed their hair at Thermopylae. Though knowing their death was imminent, these men honored being alive by understanding the importance of what is left behind. This ensures continuity. We honor the evolution of our culture, this is our nature.

In early times, Neanderthals managed their survival. The Cromagnons transcended root needs as their culture emerged. They learned strategy, and by painting tales on cave walls, created art and history. Though for a time the two groups existed side by side, the Neanderthal, held in place by its limitation, died out. Moving past the predicament of survival, early man — the conscious, thinking, creative man, was born.

We are not only resilient, but we have the urge to move into higher and loftier thought. It is the foundation of human progress. Our survival is ensured in our ability to do more than survive. Man is more than the fight. Much more.

Toni Tan

The Randomness of Things

March 4, 2012 6 comments

Flowers

In Little Gidding, TS Eliot wrote, “It would be the same at the end of the journey, if you came at night like a broken king. If you came by day not knowing what you came for, it would be the same when you leave the rough road…”

Is there an inevitable order and fate to our lives? Or is it a random universe?

My son Matt works at an IT help desk and got a small cut under his fingernail while removing the battery from someone’s blackberry. Hardly the drama stories are made of. Yet, there was no way to know that whatever was on that phone would slowly infect him, swelling his hand with something so toxic that he would later find himself in the ER with sepsis. The visible red path of the poison in his veins was making its way up his arm in a frightening road map of where not to go. The IV antibiotic drip wasn’t working. Out of time, emergency surgery was the only option.

Waiting anxiously on the chairs near the elevator bank for what seemed like eternity, the lift doors opened and two post-op attendants wheeled out the gurney. Matt was groggy, though sitting up, his blue paper cap askew, his hand wrapped in a cloud of gauze. He had one eye open, one closed. He acknowledged us, and even made one of his signature sarcastic remarks.

Once he was in his room and resting, I went to get him juice. The elevator doors opened on a floor below, like stage curtains revealing a scene from a play. For a brief moment before the doors closed, a distraught family was huddled on the chairs near the elevator bank, crying and saying, “he was so young”. Who was he? Was he ill? Did he die? The story forever remains a mystery, but their sadness, and the timing of what I witnessed in the opening and closing of the doors, was striking. Life is unpredictable.

During Matt’s stay in the hospital, one thing was constant: a circle of friends and family surrounded him. It was an amazing and steady flow. He had his parents by his side. Emily, Turks, Rachel, Eric, cousin Eric, Annette and Pamela visited. Alex brought him a daily stash of sweets and made us all laugh. Alex’s folks, Tatiana and Igor, sent over artisan sandwiches they made. Sean brought an iphone filled with videos and stayed late watching them with Matt. Sean’s mom, Diane, stopped by with gnocchi. Rebecca came by. So did Mike. Sarah and Eric brought flowers; Sally brought healthy food. Ana was there, and left every day to look after his cat. The space, at all times, was filled with spirit. It occurred to me that whether there’s a randomness or an order to things doesn’t matter. In our precarious human life, this is what matters.