Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Magical Bubbles

By Ted Cox

We are all forced to live in magical bubbles; but the alternative is madness. We begin life in a bubble-like uterus where we are one with mother and she keeps us protected from extreme noise or temperatures and from hunger for food or air. But then we must contend with the traumatic ejection from that secure bubble and into a fierce and dangerous new world. To greater or lesser degree, we attempt to make this transition bearable by building one or more magical psychological bubbles along the way. We deny our fears and insignificance and imagine our strengths and importance. A good-enough-mother helps in this regard as for instance, she may come with food just when we are feeling hungry and so we can imagine that we caused it. Some bubbles are made hastily and imperfectly in stressful situations like ghettos and this can create problems for the future. When the home is secure, babies can delay this creative process and play with various models and try them on for fit before ”deciding.”


There is an inherent paradox here, because our bubbles, while they protect us, give us comfort and allow us to function in society, also isolate us and separate us from intimate relations with others. So bubbles constitute a trade off: protection from the slings and arrows of others but also isolation from the very intimacy with others which might bring us a more satisfying and stabilizing sense of being connected with the real world. So, the intimacy with others which might provide some protection from madness, is restricted by our need for a protective bubble. We bump against one another like bumper cars in an amusement park but seldom reveal our inner thoughts or really get to know others.


Inside our bubbles we limit the impact of the chaos and tragedy of reality and struggle to support our fantasies of omnipotence and omniscience. To open our bubbles so we can get close to another, always threatens our magic that we have worked so hard to create and believe in. As I write these lines, part of me struggles to become recognized and more important and thus to have more power in my society and in my own bubble. We do have a choice, however, which is to recognize our own bubbles and even see the humor in our clumsy art work and then take excursions outside, always keeping the bubble intact and handy for a hasty retreat. In a similar vein, we can be more patient with the fears of others and even admire the artistry of their bubbles.


Some bubbles are stronger than others and keep us in a safe prison. We fear madness should the bubble break, and may be right. A good-enough-mother must have a porous bubble that allows her children to influence her, otherwise her children are forced at an early age to create comforting bubbles which limit them later in life. A mother with a porous bubble allows the child enough contact and support that they can delay their bubble-building and experience more reality before creating their bubbles. Some of us feel our bubbles are quite fragile, like bubble balloons or even soap bubbles and it would take only a pin prick to pop the protective covering. And, who knows how many pins lie concealed within the bubble of the other. Better to keep your distance; stay alone; play it safe.

Slideshow «Mounts Rainier & St. Helens volcanoes» October 2-22, 2010

Mounts Rainier & St.Helens, WA
After the marine environment of the Olympic Peninsula, also in Washington State, we present our 15th slideshow on the volcanic region that are part of the Pacific Ring of Fire: Mounts Rainier and St. Helens.

Dominating the relatively flat region 14,400 ft. Mount Rainier, commonly called "The Mountain" and often invisible to us, appears to our great delight during clear days, rare in this rainy season.

To give us an idea of the devastating power of volcanoes, we visited the Johnston observatory near Mount St. Helens, where 30 years ago there was a terrible eruption. What a difference between the rich life on the flanks of Mount Rainier and the one being tentatively resumed after the disaster at Mount St. Helens!

We invite you to look at pictures in this slideshow and read our comments by both of us.

We are currently in the Vancouver area, precisely at Woodcroft on the border of North Vancouver and West Vancouver on the 18th floor of a building with pool, spa, sauna and gym. We’re taking a rest from the precarious living in a tent trailer. Ted particularly enjoys all the comforts of modern life that he has not seen since April 2009! This is not my case with my many trips to Montreal. We have an interesting view on the Lyon’s Gate bridge and West Vancouver, a city built in stages in this mountain environment. The subject of our next slideshow: Winter in Vancouver. The climate of the Pacific is very new for us, people of the east!

Diane

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Diaporama « Les volcans des Monts Rainier et St. Helens » du 2 au 22 octobre 2010

Mounts Rainier & St.Helens, WA


Après le milieu marin de la péninsule Olympic, toujours dans l’état de Washington, nous vous présentons notre 15e diaporama sur la région des volcans qui font partie de la ceinture de feu du Pacifique : les monts Rainier et St. Helens.

Dominant la région relativement plate, le mont Rainier communément appelé « La Montagne » avec ses 14,400 pieds, souvent invisible pour nous, apparaît pour notre plus grand enchantement lors des jours clairs, rares en cette saison pluvieuse.

Pour nous donner une idée de la puissance dévastatrice des volcans, nous avons visité les environs de l’observatoire Johnston du Mont St.Helens, où il y a 30 ans a eu lieu une terrible éruption. Quelle différence entre la vie si riche du Mont Rainier et celle qui reprend timidement après le cataclysme au Mont St. Helens!

Nous vous invitons à nous suivre en photos dans ce diaporama amplement commenté par nous deux.

Nous sommes présentement dans la région de Vancouver, précisément à Woodcroft, aux confins de North Vancouver et West Vancouver, au 18e étage d’un édifice avec piscine, spa, sauna et gym. Nous nous reposons de la vie précaire en tente-roulotte. Et Ted apprécie particulièrement tous les conforts de la vie moderne qu’il n’a pas connu depuis avril 2009! Ce qui n’est pas mon cas avec mes nombreux voyages à Montréal. Nous avons une vue intéressante sur le pont Lyon Gates et West Vancouver, une ville bâtie en paliers dans cet environnement de montagnes. Le sujet de notre prochain diaporama : l’hiver à Vancouver. Le climat du Pacifique est très nouveau pour nous, gens de l’est!

Diane

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Slideshow "Olympic Peninsula, WA"

Olympic Peninsula
Yep, we exceeded the number 13 and are pleased to present our 14th show.

We spent a month in a corner ignored, especially in Quebec, in the state of Washington's Olympic Peninsula. To the west, the Pacific Ocean, on north San Juan de Fuca Strait and Vancouver Island. To the east, Puget Sound which is not only a marine estuary but means the entire region centered around Seattle.

The peninsula is the northwest corner of the continental U.S. and includes the Olympic Mountains that emerge directly from the Pacific Ocean. Most of the mountain range is protected by the Olympic National Park.

We camped at Port Crescent, a haven of peace (off-season!) Along the Juan de Fuca, where the cruise ships come by on their way to Alaska. We were near everything - that a nature lover could want: forest, beach and sea, rich marine life, birds and wildlife. In September, the rain begins to be more abundant and fog is everywhere. But what a contrast when the sky clears and the sun illuminates everything with such rich colors and contrasts!

In addition to our hiking and biking, we had a stroke of luck and also discovered a French restaurant and loved "C’est si bon."

After the Olympic Peninsula, we visited the area of Mount Rainier and Mount St. Helens, two volcanoes, one dormant for 150,000 years and the other famous for its eruption in 1980. These are also in Washington State. But for the photos, you will have to wait for the next slideshow.

We were supposed to be in California by now but U.S. Immigration found that Diane had already spent enough time in their beloved United States in 2010. We had to change our plans and we are now located in North Vancouver in a nice apartment near skiing for at least 4 months. We're just going skiing earlier and longer than expected this year!

Diaporama "Péninsule Olympic, WA"

Olympic Peninsula


Eh oui, nous avons dépassé le chiffre 13 et sommes heureux de vous présenter notre 14e diaporama.

Nous avons passé un mois dans un coin méconnu, surtout des québécois, dans l’état de Washington : la péninsule Olympic. A l’ouest, l’océan Pacifique, au nord le détroit San Juan de Fuca et l’île de Vancouver et à l’est Puget Sound qui n’est pas seulement un estuaire marin mais désigne toute la région centrée autour de Seattle.

La péninsule qui est l’extrémité nord-ouest des USA (excluant Alaska), comporte la chaîne de montagne de montagnes Olympic qui émerge à l’ouest directement de l’océan Pacifique. La plupart de la chaîne de montagnes est protégée par le parc National Olympic.

Nous avons campé à Port Crescent, un véritable havre de paix (hors saison!) en bordure de Juan de Fuca, route que les bateaux de croisière empruntent pour se rendre en Alaska. Nous étions prêts de tout – ce dont un amoureux de la nature peut rêver. La forêt, la plage et la mer, la riche vie marine, les oiseaux et les animaux sauvages. En septembre, la pluie commence à être plus abondante et le brouillard est omniprésent. Mais quel contraste quand le ciel se dégage et que le soleil éclaire cette nature riche en couleurs et contrastes!

En plus de nos randonnées pédestres et à vélo, nous avons aussi découvert et aimé un restaurant français « C’est si bon » pour lequel nous avons eu un véritable coup de cœur.

Après la péninsule Olympic, toujours dans l’état de Washington, nous avons visité la région des Mont Rainier et Mont St-Helens, deux volcans, un dormant depuis 150,000 ans et l’autre célèbre pour son éruption de 1980. Mais pour les photos, il faudra attendre le prochain diaporama.

Nous étions supposés être en Californie à cette date mais Immigration USA a trouvé que j’avais déjà passé assez de temps dans leurs chers États-Unis en 2010. On a dû changer nos plans et nous voilà installés à North Vancouver dans un joli appartement pour au moins 4 mois. Nous allons juste skier plus tôt et davantage que prévu cette année!

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Now that you are gone

Written by Ted when Diane was away this summer.

Now that you are gone, for some reason, …. I feel the essence of your being more acutely.
Your fears, your hopes, your dreams, all seem to settle down around a core that is you
Still a mystery, of course, but a mystery with more definite shape and texture.
You are not perfect; but my dream of your perfection interfered with my knowing you truly.
Now that I can approach your reality, I feel much closer to you.
Now that you are gone, there is an enormous silence and empty space and I seem to float in that space like a spent meteor, drifting aimlessly toward oblivion.
But still, because of the solitude, I am exquisitely sensitive to the essence of you.
I feel your deep connection with your mother while talking together in the hospital before she died.
I feel the sadness and resignation that are a deep part of that connection.
I feel the spirit of your love overcoming the weight of tragedy; but this is a battle with a still uncertain outcome, even now.
And perhaps that is the essence of being human – that if we are truly sensitive to the continuous struggle to connect with others, the essential ambiguity of connections; if we can resist the temptation to shut down and indulge our selfish natures, then we will know that as long as we are alive we cannot be secure in the anticipation of remaining open and truly listening to others.
It is a struggle renewed each day and always with uncertain outcome. True enough, some days go easier than others and some days we fail to live up to our potential. We may find ourselves, as Emerson put it: “playing a fool’s game with other fools.”
But if we can embrace that uncertainty and daily rejoin the struggle, we may be rewarded by precious glimpses into the essence of being the best humans we can. For it is a joint effort, this miraculous voyage of life. It floats within the interstices of humans connecting and interacting.
And now that you are gone, I see and feel all this more clearly. But I know in my heart of hearts that if and when you come back to me, part of me will try to return to the old strategy of making you into perfection so that I can attempt to satisfy my yearning for peace.
I must hold fast to the truth that peace is at best for us humans a fleeting and nebulous thing; never the same when it comes and never what we expect. But we have to stay open in order to be connected with others even if peace is a scarce entity. For it is in these intimate connections that we may experience the something bigger than ourselves. It endures through time, grows and shapes a human essence that makes the mysterious dance of life worthwhile.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

How to navigate in Picasa Web Albums

  1. Click on the cover photo of the slideshow you want to watch. A window opens in Picasa Web Albums.
  2. Click on « Slideshow » in the upper left just above the first photo.
  3. Press « F11 » on your keyboard while you're in full screen mode.
  4. If you want to read our comments or scroll through the photos at your own pace, I suggest you turn pause (2 vertical bars) at the bottom of the screen and then change the picture with the right arrow to advance or go back with the left arrow.
  5. To exit the Slideshow, click the « X » in the bottom right.
  6. To exit Picasa: press again "F11" and close the window. You're back on the blog.

Comment naviguer dans Picasa Web Albums

  1. Cliquez sur la photo couverture du diaporama que vous souhaitez regarder. Une fenêtre s'ouvre dans Picasa Web Albums.
  2. Cliquez sur « Slideshow » en haut à gauche juste au-dessus de la première photo.
  3. Pressez la touche « F11 » de votre clavier : vous êtes alors en mode plein écran.
  4. Si vous souhaitez lire nos commentaires ou voir défiler les photos à votre rythme, je vous suggère d'activer la pause (2 barres verticales) dans le bas de l'écran et ensuite de changer de photo avec la flèche vers la droite pour avancer ou vers la gauche pour revenir en arrière.
  5. Pour sortir du diaporama, cliquez sur le « X » en bas à droite.
  6. Pour sortir de Picasa : pressez à nouveau « F11 » et fermez la fenêtre. Vous êtes de retour sur le blog.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Slideshow “Campbell River, Vancouver Island, BC”

Vancouver Island, BC


We explored the area around the town of Campbell River from August 8 to September 7, 2010. We have the usual practice of staying 4 weeks at the same place. This is long enough to recover from the stress of moving, tends to satisfy the sedentary side of our nature and provides enough time to experience more of an area. Moving again, however, gives wings to our wandering side which is always enchanted by new territories.

Our principal activity is hiking and each excursion is different. There is always a surprise which awaits us. An animal emerges in front of us, a new flower draws our attention, or the people we meet by chance. Sometimes there are even exchanges of confidences that take place in these spontaneous encounters. Perhaps like Ted says (or a forgotten author), there is more truth in these chance encounters than with close relations because we cannot prepare in advance for a performance like we usually can and the knowledge that we will never meet again, have a liberating effect.

We do not have photographs of all of these beautiful and usually simple adventures. Sometimes, we must give up the camera when it would be too intrusive. For example, one day we went to our favorite bench at the edge of the sea to watch the birds and “Peter the carpenter” came to sit down beside us. We had exchanged idle pleasantries on the trail already. Never had we met someone more attentive to our stories. He was interested in all of our adventures and how we met, asking us good questions. In turn, we felt his loneliness and search for companionship. Unforgettable and unexpected moments of a benevolent and cordial listening.

Summer is the tourist season in most campgrounds and Salmon Point RV Resort was no exception; it was a busy place, mostly visited by people from the surrounding area. The small families with children were numerous and when the swimming pool attracts children, the adults invade the hot tub.

Summer also means heat and this August was very dry and hot on the Island. We took advantage of all the available liquid surfaces: lake, river, sea, swimming pool and hot tub.

We are at present near Eatonville, Washington, close to the Mount Rainier national park after a “wet” stay on the Olympic Peninsula, WA, camped close to the beach of Port Crescent where the sound of the waves rocked us to sleep for 25 nights. But that will be the next story.

Diaporama «Campbell River, Île de Vancouver, BC »

Vancouver Island, BC


Nous avons exploré la région de Campbell River du 8 août au 7 septembre. Nous avons l’habitude douillette de nous installer 4 semaines au même endroit. C’est une période assez longue pour plaire à notre nature sédentaire et nous donne le temps de voir plus à fond une région. Mais déménager donne de ailes à notre côté nomade qui est ravi d’expérimenter de nouveaux territoires.

Bien que notre activité principale soit la randonnée pédestre, chaque excursion est différente. Il y a toujours une surprise qui nous attend. Un animal surgit devant nous, une nouvelle fleur attire notre attention, des personnes rencontrées nous échangent des confidences sur leurs vies. Peut-être comme le dit Ted (ou un certain auteur qu’il a lu), avec plus de vérité qu’avec leurs proches sachant que nous ne les reverrons jamais.

Nous n’avons pas de photos de toutes ces belles et simples aventures. Parfois, nous devons renoncer à la caméra dans un moment où elle se ferait trop intrusive. Par exemple, ce jour où sur le banc au bord de la mer nous allions pour observer les oiseaux et « Peter the carpenter » est venu s’assoir à nos côtés. Jamais, nous n’avions rencontré quelqu’un de plus attentif et intéressé à notre aventure, nous posant des bonnes questions. Moments inoubliables et inattendus d’une écoute bienveillante et chaleureuse.

L’été c’est la haute saison dans les terrains de camping et Salmon Point RV Resort est un lieu très fréquenté par les gens des environs. Les petites familles avec enfants sont nombreuses et si la piscine attire enfants, les adultes envahissent le spa.

L’été c’est aussi la chaleur et ce mois d’août a été très sec et chaud sur l’Île. Nous avons vraiment fait l’expérience du bain dans toutes les surfaces liquides: lac, rivière, mer, piscine et spa.

Nous sommes présentement à Eatonville près du parc National du Mont Rainier WA après un séjour plus humide sur la Péninsule Olympic, WA, campés près de la plage de Port Crescent où nous le bruit des vagues nous a bercés durant 25 nuits. Mais cela c’est la prochaine histoire.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Slideshow « From Glacier MT to Glacier BC »

From Glacier MT to Glacier BC


This slideshow covers the period from July 3 to August 7, 2010. The 171 photographs with our comments tell a part of our daily life in or around three magnificent national parks: Glacier National Park in northern Montana, another Glacier National Park in Canada near Revelstoke and a third next to Revelstoke called National Park of Mount Revelstoke.

These are photos that speak of our deep love for the great wilderness and its many inhabitants in mountainous environments. We hope you share a little of our wonder at all this beauty that surrounds us during our many hikes.

You could almost entitle this slideshow "Time of flowers" as we took great pleasure in photographing them in all their nooks and crannies. They were especially welcome after our long winter deprived of their enchanting presence and the presence, instead, of a lot of desert.

You will also notice an improvement in the resolution of our photos for better viewing on screen and also for future impressions. At the suggestion of Alain, Diane’s brother-in-law, we increased the number of pixels in the pictures. So in this slideshow from the 34th picture, they should take more space on your screen. Remember to type "F11" in Picassa for full screen mode.

We are currently in Port Angeles in Washington state after a month on Vancouver Island. The mountains, the ocean and the rainforests are our daily bread. After a very dry summer, we rediscover a climate more humid and rainy. We expect to go down south for the winter in California. Hopefully our bodies (and our spirits) will get used to this new climate. We have not yet met as aged couple (133 years old together!) who live year round in a tent trailer. It has been 15 months and, if nothing comes to stop us, we expect to continue for another year!

Diaporama « From Glacier MT to Glacier BC »

From Glacier MT to Glacier BC


Couvrant la période du 3 juillet au 7 août 2010, les 171 photos avec nos commentaires racontent une partie de notre quotidien dans ou aux alentours de ces 3 magnifiques parcs nationaux : « Glacier National Park » au nord du Montana, près de Revelstoke un autre parc qui porte le même nom et enfin le parc national du Mont Revelstoke.

Ce sont des photos qui parlent de notre profond amour pour les grands espaces sauvages et ses nombreux habitants des trois règnes dans un environnement de montagnes. Nous espérons vous partager un peu notre émerveillement pour toute cette beauté qui nous entoure lors de nos nombreuses randonnées.

On pourrait presque intituler ce diaporama « Le temps des fleurs » tant nous avons pris un malin plaisir à les photographier sous toutes leurs coutures. Surtout après un long hiver privé de leur présence enchanteresse.

Vous noterez aussi une amélioration dans la résolution de nos photos pour en un meilleur visionnement à l’écran et aussi pour de futures impressions. A la suggestion d’Alain, mon beau-frère, j’ai accru le nombre de pixels des photos. Ainsi dans ce diaporama, à partir de la 34e photo, elles devraient prendre plus d’espace sur votre écran. N’oubliez pas de taper « F11 » dans Picassa pour le mode plein écran.

Nous sommes présentement à Port Angeles dans l’état de Washington après un mois sur l’Île de Vancouver. Les montagnes, l’océan et les forêts humides sont notre pain quotidien. Après un été très sec, nous redécouvrons un climat plus humide et pluvieux. Nous prévoyons descendre vers le sud en Californie pour l’hiver. Espérons que nos corps (et notre moral) s’habitueront à ce nouveau climat. Nous n’avons pas encore rencontrés de couple aussi âgé (bientôt 133 ans à nous deux) qui vivent à l’année longue dans une tente-roulotte. Cela fait maintenant 15 mois et si rien ne vient nous arrêter, nous prévoyons continuer ainsi encore une autre année!

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Slideshow "From Colorado to Yellowstone" from May 8 to July 3, 2010

From Colorado to Yellowstone


I dedicate this slideshow to the memory of my dear mother, Yolande Bastien, who died on 1 June of this year.

After New Mexico, we headed to the south of Colorado, to spend a week near the Great Sand Dunes National Park. Somewhat overlooked, this place is worth visiting: the impressive sand dunes gave us a sample of what it is like to be in a full desert sandstorm.

On May 16, the day after we moved to Estes Park, near Rocky Mountain National Park (Colorado), I flew to Montreal because my mother had entered a coma. However, she came out of it, much to the surprise of doctors and was able to reconnect with the most important people in her life. My sisters and I were very present until the end. After the funeral, I went back to Colorado to be with Ted who meanwhile had had surgery for a cataract (in Atlanta). We met again June 9.

On June 12 we took the road to Yellowstone National Park in northwestern Wyoming but we stayed in WestYellowstone in Montana just a few kilometers away. Ted was adamant about comming to this area in our journey and now I understand why. I will let you discover it through this slideshow.

As I write these lines, we are in Revelstoke, British Columbia. We also stayed at St. Mary, near Glacier National Park in northern Montana before arriving here. We leave next Saturday August 7 for a stay of 4 weeks on Vancouver Island.

Diane

Diaporama "From Colorado to Yellowstone" du 8 mai au 3 juillet 2010

From Colorado to Yellowstone


Je dédie ce diaporama à la mémoire de ma chère maman Yolande Bastien qui est décédée le 1er juin.

Après le Nouveau-Mexique, nous nous sommes dirigés vers le sud du Colorado, pour séjourner une semaine près du Parc National des Great Sand Dunes. Assez méconnu, cet endroit en vaut le détour: des dunes de sable impressionnantes qui nous ont donné un petit apercu de ce que cela représente que d'être en plein désert dans une tempête de sable.

Le 16 mai, lendemain de notre emménagement à Estes Park, près du Parc National des Montagnes Rocheuses (Colorado), je me suis envolée pour Montréal car ma mère était entrée dans le coma. Elle en est sortie à la grande surprise des médecins et a pu revoir la plupart des personnes importantes de sa vie. Mes soeurs et moi avons été très présentes jusqu'à la fin. Après les funérailles, je suis retournée auprès de Ted qui entre-temps, s'était fait opérer pour la cataracte dans l'oeil gauche (à Atlanta). Nous nous sommes retrouvés le 9 juin au Colorado.

Le 12 juin, nous reprenions la route pour le Parc National de Yellowstone dans le nord-ouest du Wyoming mais nous avons séjourné à WestYellowstone dans le Montana à quelques kilomètres. Ted tenait absolument à cette étape dans notre voyage et j'ai compris pourquoi. Je vous laisse le découvrir à travers ce diaporama.

Au moment où j'écris ces lignes, nous sommes en Colombie Britanique à Revelstoke. Nous avons séjourné aussi à St. Mary, près du Parc National Glacier dans le nord du Montana avant d'arriver ici. Nous repartons samedi prochain le 7 août pour un séjour de 4 semaines sur l'Île de Vancouver.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Slideshow "New Mexico" February 22, 2010- May 8, 2010

New Mexico


Our stay in New Mexico has taken longer than expected because Diane returned to Montreal for four weeks (March 22 to April 17) to take care of her mother who was in the hospital. Despite the sadness of this situation and also because we stayed longer than expected (and Ted more!), we explored New Mexico in more detail.

First, we found Winter again in Taos, an enchanting city which attracts many artists. We spent several days skiing in its breathtaking mountainsand even had a trip in a hot air balloon above and even down into the canyon of the Rio Grande. After Diane's stay in Montreal, we got back together where it was Spring again at Rio Rancho, a suburb of Albuquerque (the capital). Sandia Mountains (with its longest mountain Tramway in the world) provided excellent hiking opportunities almost everyday.

As we write these lines, we are in West Yellowstone, Montana, after a stay in Colorado. We are right on the border of the Yellowstone Park (yes, the Yogi Bearpark), famous for its grizzlys, black bears, bisons, wolves, elks and many other species. But what is less known is that Yellowstone has more than 50% of all hydrothermal features in the world: geysers, hot springs and other oddities of nature created by the proximity of the subjacent hot magma, abundant water and fractures. But you will see this in our next slideshow: From Colorado to Yellowstone.

Diaporama "Nouveau-Mexique" 22 février 2010 - 8 mai 2010

New Mexico


Notre séjour au Nouveau-Mexique a duré plus longtemps que prévu car je suis retournée à Montréal 4 semaines (22 mars au 17 avril) pour m'occuper de Maman qui était à l'hôpital. Malgré la tristesse de cette situation et aussi parce que nous y avons séjourné plus que prévu (Ted encore plus que moi!), nous avons exploré le Nouveau-Mexique plus à fond.

D'abord, nous avons retrouvé l'hiver à Taos, une ville envoûtante qui attire de nombreux artistes. Plusieurs jours à skier dans ses montagnes impressionnantes, un voyage en ballon à air chaud au dessus du canyon du Rio Grande. Après mon séjour à Montréal, j'ai retrouvé Ted et le printemps à Rio Rancho en banlieue d'Albuquerque (la capitale). La montagne Sandia (avec son plus long téléphérique au monde) nous a attiré dans ses sentiers maintes et maintes fois.

Au moment où j'écris ces lignes, nous sommes à West Yellowstone, Montana, après avoir séjourné au Colorado. Ici, c'est le Parc Yellowstone (oui le parc de Yogi l'ours), fameux pour ses grizzlys, ours noirs, bisons, loups, élans et bien d'autres espèces. Mais ce qui est moins connu de tous c'est que Yellowstone regroupe plus de 50 % de toutes les phénomènes hydrothermiques au monde: geysers, sources chaudes et autres bizarreries de la nature créées par la proximité du chaud magma sousjacent, l'eau en abondance et les fractures. Mais vous verrez ceci dans notre prochain diaporama "Du Colorado à Yellowstone".

Saturday, February 27, 2010

MAGIC, MADNESS, and WISDOM: Travels with Emerson

by Ted L. Cox

We struggle toward wisdom with the two essential impediments of magic and madness. We cannot even survive, let alone make progress toward wisdom, without some modicum of magic in our lives; without some enchantment, which might be the main difference between us and the other animals. The nearly universal form that this magic takes is religion. It is possible to live within a religious context and be totally immersed in magic; religion as bargain with some imagined omnipotent and omniscient parent figure where worship is felt to be an exchange for a magical share in power, knowledge and immortality. This practice can probably be traced back to our discovery early on that we could ingratiate parents or caregivers by "worshipping" them. Hence, the tradition of the "offering." This first "offering" experience may be when the baby gives a smile, and learns that this gratifies his caretakers. This is possibly our first taste of power. Nervous people, including myself, smile a lot, trying to gain some power. But it is also possible, as one of my heroes, Ralph Waldo Emerson did, to live within a religious context and still abjure magic and focus the whole life on spiritual growth, independence, and wisdom. We might say Emerson was enchanted by nature, as am I, but nature is a good antidote to magic. The random tragedy found in nature has only to be recognized and accepted as also a primary ingredient in human life in order to adjust one's life in the direction of reality and hence to facilitate the pursuit of wisdom. Emerson`s first essay, published anonymously in 1836, was entitled "Nature."

Emerson`s attitude toward the magical aspects of religion is exemplified in his first break with the Unitarian Church in 1832. This came about largely because of his rejection of the ritual of holy communion. This is possibly the most magical part of many protestant and catholic churches: We eat bread and drink red wine (or red grape juice) which has been magically transformed into the real body and blood of Jesus Christ. A magical, pagan ritual if ever there was one. Some would argue that the bread and wine are only symbols, but still.... So Emerson removed himself from this magical aspect of religion and focused instead on the spiritual dimensions of life. In my vocabulary, he rejected the magic/power struggle which so often overwhelms our lives and embraced the pursuit of truth (work in progress).

This brings us close to the second element in this "slow cooker" stew we call human experience. Madness is the risk we run in a life with minimal magic and a struggle toward wisdom. Sadly, many are simply not equipped for the struggle; whether by dent of heredity or environment is irrelevant here. Those who can should and must take the responsibility for the continuing struggle. Emerson, however, was strong in his belief in the ability of all to contribute useful knowledge or "stories." Perhaps the jazz musician who successfully combines tragedy and whimsy is a good example of those possibly lacking in formal education but still very much in the forefront of the pursuit of wisdom. They help us to see and feel that tragedy does not necessarily blot out the humor in life. Or take the many great story-tellers throughout history like Homer who passed on the myths of magic and power that gave comfort and a sense of understanding the rhythms of life without binding the mind to any narrow way of thinking. Come to think of it, I guess we are all story-tellers in as much as the way we live our lives depicts our understanding and belief in the things that sustain us. It is not necessary to write your story unless you are striving for some little corner of immortality (as am I). We all live our story; not in so many words but in looks, gestures and attitudes toward others and particularly toward power and truth in general. I was deeply affected by the lives of my three consecutive black nurse-maids that loved me in an open and caring fashion which I never experienced within my own family. They lacked formal education but were great "story-tellers." They conveyed to me a story by their presence that I would never have "heard" otherwise. In a sense, we tell each other stories in order to stave off the threats of madness. We are all "nervously loquacious at the edge of an abyss."

Sanity is never a "given" in society for any of us, although we comfort ourselves with the belief that it is. Sanity is always precarious in society. If you have any doubts, try spending a night in a police station or mental hospital. We have evolved various means to ensure its dominance. The police keep the "crazies" off the street; though many would not agree with how the police label and scapegoat. Scapegoating is an old tradition and one quite effective in eliminating threats to social belief systems which, in essence, protect the group "sane" functioning. The Spanish Inquisition could be considered one example of keeping a population in line with the beliefs of the time. And Socrates; he was not sentenced to death - he was sentenced to exile or death and he chose death rather than to be scape goated in the more traditional sense. Sanity is understood here to mean that one subscribes to the dominant magical persuasion of a society and hence is able to function effectively therein. The less you believe in the dominant myths of your society, the more difficult it is to function there. Emerson did this with his belief in God but went far beyond the magical dimension of his time to probe wisdom in a way that is still enlightening for us today some 160 years later. (He wrote an essay on Socrates while at Harvard.) Society also exercises some control by various informal contracts with the "gatekeepers" of information and entertainment. For instance, the Catholic newspaper used to print nothing but good news. And, when the U.S. was entering a war, the movie industry asked then President Johnson if he wanted them to "beat the war drums" and he said, much to his credit, no. Beating the war drums in this case referred to making movies which glorify war which tends to make young people volunteer for the military and old people complain less about taxes.

Now that I have made at least a tentative distinction between magic and madness I will proceed to confuse the issue by describing situations in which they are both present. The megalomaniacs, those who believe they are god or Jesus or Mary, combine a magical conviction with their madness. But there are many variations on this theme. Many politicians, for instance, manage to manufacture charisma, creating the illusion of love for people, while at the same time lying to and exploiting their public. They are not condemned as crazy but, instead, given positions of enormous power and responsibility; with sometimes disastrous consequences for society. It seems that voters, if they cannot have the mad, magical/religious power themselves, are willing to celebrate it in another as substitute: vicarious satisfaction. No wonder we are merciless in our criticism of leaders when they are proven by time to be fallible and perhaps a bit mad, just like the rest of us. Pathological liers are another example: they are able to lie so convincingly because they have a magical/religious belief in their stories while they are telling them. They are story-tellers gone too far toward madness. William Faulkner, that great Southern story-teller, was known to be a great liar. He used to lay flowers periodically on the grave of his black nursemaid. Perhaps that initial experience of black love gave us both the courage to think independently. However, an over-dose could easily lay the ground-work for a person with a great difficulty in recognizing and accepting the tragedy inherent in life. A propensity to fabricate and distort reality to make it more palatable could easily follow. At a certain point or line, one crosses over to pathological liar and madness. The Road Less Travelled by Scott Peck was a wonderful spiritually uplifting book but the sequel was soaked with magic

Madness could even be considered a prerequisite for popularity. A look at the cast of popular characters in the U.S. reveals an interesting consistency. None expresses self-doubt. To the contrary, the most popular are usually those with an overpowering self confidence and optimism. Opphra Winfred comes to mind. They believe in their own charisma. I suggest this is madness. One must be sealed off from reality in order to manufacture such a belief. Sometimes the cost of this performance is continuous drugs as with Michael Jackson. Or take a look at the long list of drug addicted and/or alcoholic movie stars, politicians and their spouses. Sadly, in a way the "sane" public demands these sacrificial lambs in order that the public may experience vicariously a life without doubt. For we are all plagued by doubt: self-doubt, doubt about the sincerity and commitment of others, doubt about financial concerns and the future in general. So we honor and celebrate (as in celebrities) those who can manufacture the aura of confidence, or give a convincing performance, that makes us feel better. No thought is given to the sacrifice they make or the cost in terms of damaged lives of family members. Part of the requisite for fame is that it appears easy and natural. So they are not even allowed to complain. For more on this see "In the Shadow of Fame," by Sue Blolland.

So, small wonder that society's progress toward wisdom is slow. We must navigate the perilous waters between the Scylla and Charibdis of magic and madness in order to penetrate some of the mysteries of the human condition. If we venture too far into reality, without some anchors in enchantment, we may stray so far outside the accepted norms as to be dismissed by society as crazy; and by that time we may well be. On the other hand, if we stay anchored too firmly in magic and religion, we will be blinded to the truth by our own vested interest in the comfort of our enchantments. Our system of education seldom provides an antidote to this situation. In my experience, there is a tendency for professors and teachers in general, to create an implicit and probably unconscious bargain with students as follows: If you worship me or confirm my exaggerated sense of my own importance, I will certify you as smart. So by the time a student is finished with an educational experience, he or she knows very well how to "believe" in whatever is beneficial to his or her own sense of omnipotence/omniscience but has made very little progress toward an encounter with wisdom. To the contrary, students learn how to fabricate a reality that is false but beneficial to their own imagined and probably magical, power. Hence, Emerson expects more from "those classes whose minds have not been subdued by the drill of school education." He seemed to think we would do better reading the great thinkers by ourselves and thinking about wisdom on our own; listening to the voice within. Of course, then the individual lacks institutional approval and therefore will have a difficult time obtaining social recognition. Emerson himself was ordained as a minister (1829) before he became such an iconoclast and as mentioned above, published his first essay in 1836 anonymously. But, in 1838 he delivered an address at the Harvard Divinity School that was critical of other Unitarian ministers of his time leading to his final break with the church. He was not invited back for the next 30 years. He did become popular as a speaker around the world and eventually when returning to his home town of Concord, Mass. in 1873 after a vacation, the whole town turned out to welcome him; a fitting tribute to an almost fearless seeker and speaker of wisdom. And, some of his quotes have a definite "focusing" ring to them. For instance; "Let us be silent for so are the Gods," sounds a lot like my sense of focusing: Be still in order that you may hear what your inner feelings have to say to you. Or, Emerson again; "each of us must obey the divine voice within himself or herself."

It could easily be presumed from the foregoing that there is some intellectual/emotional plateau that could be achieved where one could operate continuously with wisdom. Nothing could be further from the truth, as I understand/feel it to be. Again, Emerson was way ahead of us in this regard. In his lecture entitled "The Transcendentalist" he refers to the class of those who "wish a just and even fellowship or none" and hence spend much time in solitude. " When I asked them concerning their private experience, they answered somewhat in this wise: It is not to be denied that there must be some wide difference between my faith and other faith; and mine is a certain brief experience, which surprised me on the highway or in the market, in some place, at some time --- whether in the body or out of the body, God knoweth --- and made me aware that I had played the fool with fools all this time, but that law existed for me and for all; that to me belonged trust, a child's trust and obedience, and the worship of ideas, and I should never be fool more. Well, in the space of an hour, probably, I was let down from this height; I was at my old tricks, the selfish member of a selfish society. My life is superficial, takes no root in the deep world; I ask, When shall I die, and be relieved of the responsibility of seeing a Universe which I do not use? I wish to exchange this flash-of-lightening faith for continuous daylight, this fever-glow for a benign climate. These two states of thought diverge every moment, and stand in wild contrast."

Notice how Emerson begins by referring to others (third person) in this paragraph but ends with a more honest opinion phrased by his own experience (first person). And so it is still today, I/we struggle to pursue wisdom but fall often into the trap of selfish social enchantments and even madness. I feel a part of myself sometimes blasting through all my good intentions with an overwhelming desire to be pitied and loved more than anyone else. I take this to be a common yearning among us. It is reflected in the Protestant hymn sung in many churches about walking in the garden with Jesus: "And the joy we share as we tarry there, none other has ever known." Thus the idea is expressed without apparent awareness of the contradiction - that all singing the song might be enjoying the presence of Jesus in a way that none of the others could. This is the difficult framework within which we try to plot a course toward wisdom.

So just what is this wisdom that I refer to? I'm afraid I cannot give a definition. It is another quandary that goes with being human. Perhaps, as Emerson suggests, it is unique to each individual; something that each individual must divine by listening to the small, quiet voice within. There are few absolutes in this business of being a curious human. And why not just be selfish and concentrate on the accumulation of wealth and power? I believe that this course of action, especially over time, builds a wall between self and others such that the person can no longer (if they ever could) feel the presence of others or their own deep yearnings. Likewise, feeling the natural world we live in becomes difficult. This separation and sense of a missed opportunity is well described in Tolstoy's short novel: The Death of Ivan Ilyich. Tolstoy himself attempted to give away his worldly possessions late in his life. Was he mad by then? But self-abnegation doesn't work well either. For my own sense of wisdom, I feel we have responsibilities to self, others, family, community and society. Some social and private resources must be invested in the development of intellectual potential so that society is better prepared for upcoming problems. Put another way, if all social resources went to feed, house and care for the population there would be no progress in science, medicine or possibly philosophy. Perhaps it is a question of balance. One must protect the welfare of family, community and society but still devote some private and social resources to those less fortunate.

One thing seems clearer to me: the pursuit of wisdom is facilitated with the recognition and acceptance of the limitations imposed by the necessary impediments of magic and madness. If we can manage to operate consciously within those boundaries we are more likely to arrive at approaches to both individual and social problems which will have some measure of efficacy and lead eventually (if not in our lifetime then in the future) to societies that function so as to give each individual (for in the final analysis the individual is the ultimate measure of success) the opportunity for a full and robust spiritual experience of self, other and nature. Wisdom, as applied to decision-making implies we should gather all the pertinent facts, examine all possible consequences for alternatives and make choices based on the common good, not on any single individual (including the self), and do this as much as possible free from the bias of magic and madness. Wìsdom as applied more generally to life implies our responsibility to nature: taking care of the natural world we have inherited and of our own natural bodies, this precious miracle we are privileged to experience for some brief period of time.

One word of caution: If you are on this course toward wisdom, or making plans to do so, try to stay close to someone. I find the equilibrating power from outside which is provided by an open, honest and intimate relationship with another to be the keystone in keeping my life on course and avoiding the extremes of magic and madness. And, coincidentally, by avoiding magic and madness I find I am more open to the other than ever before.

A sense of humor comes in handy at this point. This business of being human could be considered a jazzy kind of quandary. We know there is a better way to live life but we are unable to grasp it; to hold it close over time; to "own it." And in a way, that's funny. But in a larger sense it is perhaps more important that we experience the idea of infinite love and compassion (call it what you will.... wisdom, divine insight perhaps) and in this way we keep it alive - no matter how brief the encounter. And hopefully over time our society will be able to know it better, to hold it longer, and more people will be able to experience it... to share it. It is difficult to sail that jazzy course in-between magic and madness.

Notes: For those not familiar with Greek mythology, the Scylla and Charibdis referred to above relate to the voyages of Ulysses after the conclusion of the Trojan war. He and his men were forced to sail their vessel in-between two great perils. One was a giant whirlpool which could suck whole ships down to the bottom of the sea and almost adjacent to this was the cave of a man-eating monster who snapped up one of Ulysses' men as he made the passage. Also, quotes and comments regarding Emerson are from: Self Reliance; the Wisdom of Ralph Waldo Emerson: by Richard Whelan (1991: Three Rivers Press; New York). For more information on Focusing, visit focusing.org. For more on the cost of fame, see: In the Shadow of Fame, by Sue Bloland. The subtitle above: Travels with Emerson, is a take-off on Steinbeck`s last novel: Travels with Charlie, in which he describes his pickup truck travels around the U.S. with his dog Charlie. Emerson is with me in spirit as Diane and I travel around North America in our pickup truck. The reference to "nervously loquacious" refers to the brief poem entitled `Huddling`already on this blog.