Change, Beloved Books, and Creativity

Creating a Life Worth Living

This period of my life is highly reminiscent of the last years of my
Ph.D. program during which I was setting up to make major changes in my
professional and personal life. Almost a year ago, Laura and I got
married, already bringing about major personal changes. On the
professional side, as I have previously alluded to in Back to blogging, many, many things are also changing.

When confronted with change-inducing circumstances, I fluctuate between
clinging steadfastly to the status quo to dreaming of a utopian life
revolution. Since I currently feel optimistic about the future, I am
taking some good time right now to fundamentallly re-examine and
redirect my work. Times such as this also call me back to books that
have been my past companions and guides. I pulled Carol Lloyd's Creating a Life Worth Living
off my shelf a couple of weeks ago, carried it around with me, and
finally started re-reading it in earnest several days ago. I've already
become re-acquainted with very helpful notions, including the ""daily action", which Lloyd describes in this way:

The daily action is
fifteen minutes of a focused activity performed every day at the same
time of day. Choose an activity that creates an empty, space where your
creativity can reassert itself. Let the action be solitary, and process
oriented. You are giving yourself fifteen minutes of emptiness within
the blur of living. Some examples of daily actions are dancing alone in
your living room, meditating, walking, writing in a journal, drawing
without purpose, singing improvisational melodies, doing yoga and
gardening.

I have experienced how such seemingly small disciplines as the daily
action can set one free to be creative. (Isn't the intertwining of
discipline and freedom paradoxically fascinating?)

This morning, I lingered over Chapter 4, in which Lloyd presents a
typology of creative modes or profiles that she splits between
"collaborative" and "individualistic" (p. 65):

  • Collaborative creativity

    • Leader

    • Teacher

    • Realizer

    • Healer

    • Interpreter

  • Individual creativity

    • Generator

    • Inventor

    • Maker

    • Mystic

    • Thinker

This chapter reminds me to honor the particular creative predilections
that I do have, whether or not they are held in esteem in various
contexts in which I participate. For instance, I am much more of a
generator than a maker. I need to find a place where I can generate
ideas and be valued for doing so. Those places might be rare, but this
is the time to look for them.

Find It, the addictive game

Yesterday evening, I learned about Find It:

People of all ages will enjoy the
hunt for the hidden objects buried within the layer of recycled
plastic pellets. Alone or with friends, everyone will enjoy
spinning it, shaking it, and twisting it until all the objects
are found. Can you find the hidden penny…?

Here are some of my pictures of the game:

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Milosz celebration

I attended the first Bay Area memorial celebration for Czeslaw Milosz,
held today at the San Francisco Main Public Library. I took pictures (Milosz Memorial Celebration - a photoset on Flickr) and plenty of notes on the poems that were read. Between listening to the Michael Krasny's program on Czeslaw Milosz
last week, revisiting some of my own favorite Milosz poems, learning
about many other poems to savor (out of a massive lifetime of work),
I'm thoroughly and happily re-immersed in the poetry of Milosz.

Notelets for 2006.04.01

I'm currently reading Parker Palmer's A Hidden Wholeness : The Journey Toward an Undivided Life. He is writing about a crucial and timely theme for me -- the need for and challenges of living a whole, integrated life.

Tomorrow at First Pres Berkeley, we will be encouraging folks to send
postcards to President Bush urging him to take further action on
Darfur. I just read the lastest weekly news update. Great fors ome encouraging news. What should we be asking of George Bush? The wording to the president on A Million Voices for Darfur still stands:

    I urge you to live up to
    those words by using the power of your office to support a stronger
    multi-national force to protect the civilians of Darfur.

After posting Hypotyposis on a Good Day: countdown -- the book, I found and listened to The Connection.org : Beautiful Minds about the Mathematical Olympiad.

I'm not the only one having problems uploading pictures to Flickr this morning: Flickr: Forums: FlickrBugs: New Uploads Hang on "Processing".

Time apart

This morning, I dropped Laura off at the airport on her way to a
five-day trip to Honolulu. I'm already missing her but know that Sunday
night will roll around exceedingly quickly. In the meantime, Laura and
her mom will have a splendid time in Hawaii while I get some time to
indulge into some programming projects that I've not been able to
immerse myself in as a married man.

Silences

Yesterday morning, as I meandered from one thought to another, the
words "Be still, and know that I am God" registered on my
consciousness. As I quieted myself, I found a clarity of mind and focus
of action that I am wont to attribute to divine action. Silence on my
part is often a prerequisite for communing with God. What happens
though when God is not be found -- or to be heard -- when we actively
search for God, whether in quiet or in silence? The theme for
yesterday's sermon at First Pres Berkeley (based on Job 23)
was precisely such silence of God. Mark Labberton's sermon induced the
scribbling of a lot of quotes, questions, phrases, pregnant phrases on
my notepad. Let me share a few:

  • Job 23 as a counterpoint to the proverbial wisdom tradition in which you will have a good life if you do right.

  • Job's friends marshalled all the arguments of proverbial wisdom in an attempt to set Job right.

  • How did Job know that he was righteous? Aren't we all less than
    righteous? Is that type of righteousness what Job was thinking about?

  • I don't think that I've ever been plunged in the "dark night of the soul", that Jobian darkness.

  • The silences in Yosujiro Ozu's films came to my mind. The previous
    day, Laura and I had just seen silences in Ozu, who came to my mind
    because of our seeing Café Lumière,
    Hsiao-hsien Hou's tribute to Ozu. I found a lot of Hou's silences
    unbearable, while Ozu's silences were illuminating. Why is that? Are
    some of God's silences unbearable while others are illuminating?

  • The choir had just sung Ich harre des Herrn, meine Seele harret, und ich boffe auf sein Wort from Bach's Cantata 131 (BWV 131) (Aus der Tiefen rufe ich, Herr, zu dir.) (Out of the depths I cry to thee, o Lord. Lord, hear my voice!). What suitable accompaniment to the day's sermon.

  • All this reflection makes me once again deeply aware of my own
    acute vulnerability. God does not explain or even justify His silences.
    He provides no satsifying answers other than the ultimate, eventual
    assurance that things will be set right....eventually.

  • In the face of such vulnerability, we need to live in the here and now and live in hope.

  • Jesus provide his own share of odd silences. Eg., with Lazarus, Mary and Martha.

  • In Bach's St. Matthew Passion, Jesus is ostensibly one of the star
    singers. Yet he doesn't sing very much. At the beginning, he sings
    beautifully, reassuringly. Then he falls silent very soon into the
    Passion.

  • In the face of global suffering on mind-staggering scale, how can I not expect to suffer too?

  • In silence, we "face the reality of our own mortality" (ML)

  • Milosz expresses the transience of the moment with poignancy. See, for example, Czeslaw Milosz - Poetry: Encounter