Showing posts with label meditation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label meditation. Show all posts

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Idle Thoughts --Hamlet, Oedipus, and the Order of One


So what did you learn from your literature survey especially from Oedipus and Hamlet?  You're not sure where to start or how to focus it?  Based on our conversations as you took the course, I think you should consider including the following in your response:

One thing that comes through in any study of literature, but especially when you're focusing on those tragedies, is just how hard we humans struggle. We try to find a little control in our lives, a little security, yet, whatever we can build can be swept away in a moment by forces completely beyond our control.

Living is just a game of chance. Every day we make bets and take gambles. We do the best we can, we make decisions we think will result in rewards, not damage, and when we make a mistake there's no way to go back and change it. And of course, it isn't really a game. The stakes can be life itself.

That isn't to say we have no control at all. Things aren't purely random. Good choices do tend to result in safer outcomes. But then again, sometimes they don't.

I don't know how much national coverage there has been on that bus accident recently. As far as we can tell right now, the bus driver was doing everything right and certainly the students in the bus were also following the rules. But somehow the driver of the semi truck lost control and smashed into the bus. Through no fault of their own the driver and passengers suddenly found themselves fighting for their lives.

Look at poor Oedipus. He did everything right. He left his father and mother and moved to a strange country so the evil prophecy couldn't come true. He had no way of knowing that they weren't his real mother and father and that by staying home he could have prevented the disaster he was desperately trying to avoid.

And Hamlet teaches us that we may never be able to really know the truth. Was he insane to begin with? Did his pretending to be insane lead him to actually become lose his mind? Did Ophelia kill herself or was it an accident? There are no clear and simple answers. Frankly, life is a great big mess.

However, the tragedies don't need to lead us into despair. There certainly are things that these people could have done to make things better.  Although the point of Oedipus was that you are trapped by your fate, we don't accept that in this era.  From our point of view, if Oedipus had not been such a vicious, brutal man who became a king by murdering a stranger and then forcing that man's widow to marry him, the prophecy would have been averted. Again, that's not how the Greeks felt things could have gone, but it certainly makes sense to us today.

There can be no doubt that Hamlet had many, many choices. Time after time, he made the worst possible choice. Part of this was because he believed the worst possible interpretation of the few facts he had at hand. In spite of all the long soliloquies it's clear that Hamlet was not thinking very clearly or very carefully. He let his emotions take charge and run wild with him.  Then he talked himself into doing the worst possible thing.

This is in contrast to Oedipus who tried to think things out very carefully and found that even logic failed him.

For us, for you, in your daily life, especially in the struggle you are now facing, these tragedies might make you feel ready to just give up in despair. But however rough life can be, it's not likely to be as bad as those tragedies.

The best thing we can do is to do our best. When there are good moments to enjoy, enjoy them to the fullest. When bad times come, work hard to get through them and then put them in the past and don't dwell on them.  Instead, take the time to enjoy what you have now. Whatever it is, good or bad, it will not last. Enjoy the good and stretch it out as long as you can. Endure the bad and make it as short and as rare as possible.

I'm not sure if this is helpful, but it is very important to me that I engage in a set of rituals that I have established for myself. However I feel, good or bad, I almost always do these things every day. They provide a framework for me in the midst of all the craziness that Oedipus and Hamlet and all the rest of us have to suffer.  

First, at sundown I respect the child I was and I play taps on my pan flute. On air bases around the country and in Germany, this gave me an achor point.  It still does.  It also ties me to my father, so long lost to me.  Sometimes I play it surprisingly well. Other times I can barely get it to sound properly or I get the timing way off. But I do it every day, unless I am sound asleep at sundown or too sick to get up. And however sick I am, I usually manage to at least do taps.

After that I sing the lyrics to myself and to God. To God, because all of these things I do are religious observances. Monks and friars have orders that they follow. They're different for each order (Franciscan vs Jesuit).  They are called (surprise, surprise) the Rules of the Franciscan Order or the Rules of the Jesuit Order.

I'm certainly no monk or friar but I do have rules for my order of one. Just me, but they're my rules and I follow them devoutly.

Since taps is  at sundown, it is quickly followed by the next observance, also in recognition of the child I was. The first star I see in the night sky gets the old starlight, star bright treatment except that now instead of a wish as I made when I was a child, I pray.

That's twice every day that I say a prayer. And I do pray thoughtfully and carefully. It is also part of my meditation which is so important to me. There are two other times I also make a point of always praying.  I have a prayer and a ritual I follow every time I light incense. I like incense for itself, but when I light it, it is always with prayer.

I also pray every time I hear a siren. Whether it's police or fire is not important. The point is that someone is in trouble and someone else is rushing to give aid. Considering how close we are to the hospital that happens several times a day.

To bring this back to your class, this gives me a pattern. This gives me a structure. This gives me time to pray and meditate even when I might otherwise forget.

In a difficult and unpredictable world were terrible things happen even to ordinary folk, even to those of us who are not  the King of Thebes or the Prince of Denmark, these things give me comfort and strength. They also ensure that I take time to calm myself and to clear my mind so that I CAN pray and meditate. This helps me to think clearly, which helps me to deal with the troubles of the day.

It also helps me deal with the joys of the day. To appreciate them even more and to feel the closeness of God.

I'm not sure what else to say right now. I hope this helps. Call me if you need more. I love you both.  Be well.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Evensong


A Response to a Friend's Facebook Comment

Interesting that you should make that comment. Since I made that post I had the most enjoyable day. I made myself lie down on the couch and spend my time really resting and just watching old movies on Netflix while drifting in and out.

I've arranged the room so I look out the window, second-story, and see the mountains in the distance, the lights of Victorville at night. The sun strolls across the floor, the light slowly settles into night, and eventually the stars come out.

There was taps, my Vespers, and other religious observances that mean so much to me. And there was peace.

I felt good enough to pan grill a couple of steaks which I ate with rice. I brewed a pot of tea. And in the evening I felt strangely so like I felt when I was a child. All safe and pleasant.

I almost wouldn't have been surprised if someone had come in and said that they'd gotten my bath ready and I should get clean and get to bed!

Part of this is a lot of closeness with family as I've mentioned before. A good deal of it is recovering from the last few awful months. A good deal of it is that this is the holiday season, from Halloween to my birthday, this is the time of year I love the most.

I have a new little fountain sitting by the bedside. I picked it up yesterday on my brief shopping trip. It makes a pleasant sound to which I can sleep.

It is late and I am sleepy but it feels like a very good tired. It is a day well lived.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Hymn to Joy

I have lived the most beautiful two days. Summer is always very hard on me. Inevitably it is the worst time of my year. This summer was especially bad. The last three months have been extremely unpleasant, even by my standards.

But, with the cold evenings, I am finally beginning to feel much better. Between yesterday and today I spent a great deal of time with family members both here and out-of-state. Even though the out-of-state contact was, of necessity, by phone rather than a personal presence, it was part of a wonderful and most enjoyable pair of days.

Tonight, after Taps, I felt deeply at peace and spent my time in my enjoyable solitude contemplating the past 48 hours. This is the best I have felt in months, and it is a very good feeling indeed.

For now, for tonight, all is calm and all is peace.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Suggestion

In a walk find nature. In nature find the numinous. In the numinous find God. In God find yourself. In yourself find peace.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Meditation and Pain

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/cindy-bird/buddhist-meditation-chronic-pain_b_2008696.html

Interesting article. It recalls a method of pain reduction I used years ago when my lower lumbar osteoarthritis was dominating my daily life. It was bad enough that I was forced to wear a brace all day. It ran from just below my hips to under my armpits.

In spite of this, the pain was often severe and disabling. I developed a meditation technique which gave me much relief. I carefully pictured a pleasant, sunny beach. I placed myself near the waves, standing next to an outcrop of sharp, volcanic rock.

I conceived of the rock as the pain. The more severe the pain, the larger and sharper the outcropping. Then I imagined a fog slowly flowing in. As the fog thickened, the outcropping was obscured, bit by bit, and the air temperature dropped. When the outcropping was hidden, and I could tell the ocean was near only by the sound of the waves, the pain was much reduced.

I tried hurrying the process, to make the pain end sooner, but that failed. When I made the fog come in quickly, there was no benefit. I had to reset my image to the sunny, warm and sharp beginning, and slowly let the fog do its work.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Memory and PTSD for A Friend

To a friend, recovering from a shocking, but noninjury accident:

Nothing beats meditation and thoughtful prayer for insight. Don't be surprised, though, if some memories never resurface. I still remember only parts of the accident that left my grandson and me trapped upside down in my truck. These memory bits are stunningly vivid, while whole sections of the event cannot be recalled.

Friday, September 28, 2012

A Message to My Middle Daughter

Try this, Kid. This is an excellent way to start meditating, which is proven to increase physical health, reduce stress, depression, anger, etc.
And remember, as the author says, "There is no wrong way to begin."

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/teo-bishop/autumn-equinox-may-you-pray-with-a-good-fire_b_1903276.html

I have been neglecting my spiritual life, due to certain stresses. It is a mistake. Meditation is essential to well being, and I must return to it.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Easter

Easter is a good time to remind any who read this that while I spend a fair amount of blog space criticizing extremists on the religious side of American politics, I also find time to criticize atheist extremists as well. This is largely because I am an avowed enemy of all extremism, but anyone who wants to understand me also needs to know that I am deeply spiritual. I have been distant from God of late for a variety of reasons, but I intend to return to meditation and seeking the ecstasy known only to those who have been one with God. The Buddhist meditator says one with everything, the atheist meditator says one with the universe. We all feel the same ecstasy. We interpret it differently.

I wish a blessed and joyful Easter to all! Whatever you believe, or do not believe, I say, " Peace on earth, to men of good will."

God be with you, one and all!

Monday, May 24, 2010

From a message to Bobby, with additional comment: Life could be so wonderful if it weren't for all the living we have to do. Yeah, the desert is not what it used to be. I really miss the quiet little place it was. Too many people and not enough desert now. I enjoy the variety of restaurants, and some of the stores are convenient, but I would honestly rather go back to the days when you planned to go down below to do serious shopping at least one day a month. It was a pain in some ways, but things were quiet and semi rural then.

Worst of all is the horrible light pollution. You can hardly see the stars anymore. Pele and Pele's Plume [aka Scorpio] are back, but so low in the sky you can hardly see them. Ummm... did you know that I have my own names for the constellations?

It may seem odd are first, until you remember that this is me talking. Then it seems normative...for me anyway.

Speaking of light pollution... why do some people, so many people, slash and cut the night with so many light sabers? Street lights, parking lot lights, mercury and sodium flood lights in their yards, what did the night ever do to them? All the high desert has become full of glare. No matter where I go to meditate, I am assaulted by wild and angry photons. Well, while smog is here in the evenings, it is more a smell and a headache than the eye burning attack it was a few decades ago. There is hope. If we could get smog reduced and the air less poisoned, maybe we can do the same for the Cathedral of Night that God built.