Tuesday, November 28, 2023

Mary Oliver: When I Am Among the Trees

Photo by Molly, Larch Mountain, Oregon 11/27/23

 When I Am Among the Trees

When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust, equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness. I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness, and discernment, and never hurry through the world but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “Stay awhile.” The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say, “and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.”

— Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver: Mysteries, Yes

Photo by Molly
Mysteries, Yes

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.

How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds will
never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.

Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.

Let me keep company always with those who say
“Look!” and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.

— Mary Oliver

Bill McKibben: A Corrupted COP

The actions and intentions outlined in this excellent piece by Bill McKibben are profoundly shocking, immoral, repulsive, criminal, suicidal, horrifying, and systematically evil. And not surprising. It is also shocking how many Americans do not grasp the seriousness of the peril we are in and the urgency of phasing out and transitioning off of fossil fuels as quickly as humanly possible. Our lack of deep individual and collective awareness and action to save ourselves is also perpetuated by the mainstream corporate funded media that too often leaves out stories like this one and the connections between the backers of the fossil fuel industry and the catastrophic climate disasters which are growing in intensity and frequency in our nation and worldwide. We all need to understand that the toxic and poisonous deadly late stage addiction to fossil fuels by those in positions of power — very much including within our own government and mass media — poses the greatest threat to life on Earth. As Bill McKibben has said, "There should be a word for when you commit treason on a whole planet." — Molly

At a climate march in Portland, 2023
Sultan Ahmed Al-Jaber, head of this year’s COP and also of Dubai’s oil company, seen here speaking at an October conference before new leaked documents made an utter joke of his claim to be supporting “decarbonization.”
New revelations show just how bad 
the oil companies really are

We’re still a day or two away from the official start of COP 28 in Dubai, but in some ways it seems over before it began: revelations yesterday that the host nation had used its official position to leverage new oil and gas deals around the world were a timely reminder that there are entire nations that essentially operate as oil companies, with precisely the same attention to morality as Exxon or Shell.

The documents, obtained by the Centre for Climate Reporting in the UK and first published by the BBC, showed talking points for meetings between officials like Sultan Ahmed Al-Jaber, the head of this COP and also of the UAE’s national oil company, and at least 28 countries prior to the start of the official talks.

They included proposed "talking points", such as one for China which says Adnoc, the UAE's state oil company, is "willing to jointly evaluate international LNG [liquefied natural gas] opportunities" in Mozambique, Canada and Australia.

The documents suggest telling a Colombian minister that Adnoc "stands ready" to support Colombia to develop its fossil fuel resources.

There are talking points for 13 other countries, including Germany and Egypt, which suggest telling them Adnoc wants to work with their governments to develop fossil fuel projects.

Later in the day, another set of Center for Climate Research documents emerged that were even more shocking. They showed that the UAE’s close ally, Saudi Arabia, hard at work on an Oil Development Sustainability Programme which involved hooking African and Asian nations on fossil fuels. It is almost cartoonishly villainous:

The investigation obtained detailed information on plans to drive up the use of fossil fuel-powered cars, buses and planes in Africa and elsewhere, as rich countries increasingly switch to clean energy.

The ODSP plans to accelerate the development of supersonic air travel, which it notes uses three times more jet fuel than conventional planes, and partner with a carmaker to mass produce a cheap combustion engine vehicle. Further plans promote power ships, which use polluting heavy fuel oil or gas to provide electricity to coastal communities.

The new documents, which really must be read to be believed, perform the same essential task as the revelations almost a decade ago about Exxon’s climate lies. They end any pretense that these countries are engaged in good-faith efforts to wind down the industry—instead they’re hooking up with car manufacturers to make cheap vehicles that would keep demand for their crude pumping on.

As Mohammed Adow, veteran campaigner and head of PowerShift Africa told the Guardian, “The Saudi government is like a drug dealer trying to get Africa hooked on its harmful product…The rest of the world is weaning itself off dirty and polluting fossil fuels and Saudi Arabia is getting desperate for more customers and is turning its sights on Africa. It’s repulsive.”

We’re used to the repulsive behavior of Big Oil in this country—above all its decades-long campaign of lies to delay climate action even as its own scientists warned of the consequences. And in fact American oil interests have engaged in just the same behavior. Here’s a story from just three years ago about how they were engaged in an all-out lobbying effort to flood Africa with plastic. As the Times reported in 2020,

“An industry group representing the world’s largest chemical makers and fossil fuel companies is lobbying to influence United States trade negotiations with Kenya, one of Africa’s biggest economies, to reverse its strict limits on plastics — including a tough plastic-bag ban. It is also pressing for Kenya to continue importing foreign plastic garbage, a practice it has pledged to limit.

Plastics makers are looking well beyond Kenya’s borders. “We anticipate that Kenya could serve in the future as a hub for supplying U.S.-made chemicals and plastics to other markets in Africa through this trade agreement,” Ed Brzytwa, the director of international trade for the American Chemistry Council, wrote in an April 28 letter to the Office of the United States Trade Representative.

The move, the Times noted, “reflects an oil industry contemplating its inevitable decline as the world fights climate change. Profits are plunging amid the coronavirus pandemic, and the industry is fearful that climate change will force the world to retreat from burning fossil fuels. Producers are scrambling to find new uses for an oversupply of oil and gas. Wind and solar power are becoming increasingly affordable, and governments are weighing new policies to fight climate change by reducing the burning of fossil fuels.”

It’s difficult, I think, to imagine anything much more systemically evil than this spate of bids by the oil companies and oil countries to keep wrecking the planet; it’s akin to the way that tobacco companies, facing legal losses in the U.S., pivoted to expand their markets in Asia instead. But this time the second-hand smoke is going to kill us all. Instead of accepting responsibility for the damage their products have caused and trying to figure out how to make amends, the oil world is instead preparing for what the fine journalists at HeatMap last week called a “lucrative decline.” Big Oil, they wrote, is

planning to extract the last bit of profits from a declining sector, while hoping that energy users everywhere remain dependent upon a volatile, expensive, and polluting – but very profitable – energy source. If newer sovereign producers try to get into the game late (such as Barbados, Senegal, and Mozambique) they might well get caught out by the shrinking oil market. That would leave the cheaper and better-capitalized producers — Gulf countries, or the U.S. majors — to continue selling at a comfortable profit, albeit slightly lower than they’d receive in the pre-peak era.

The head of OPEC, himself a Kuwaiti oil executive, said yesterday that any efforts to hold the industry accountable “unjustly vilifies” it “as being behind the climate crisis.” The new reporting, he said, is “undiplomatic to say the least.” Undiplomatic, in this case, means that someone is trying to rip the veneer off their efforts to use the negotiating process to cover up and extend their crimes. One feels for UN Secretary General Antonio Guterres, who made a big trip to Antarctica in the runup to the COP, trying to bring world attention to the suicide trip we’re taking as a planet.

I have just returned from Antarctica – the sleeping giant.

A giant being awoken by climate chaos. 

Together, Antarctica and Greenland are melting well over three times faster than they were in the early 1990s. 

It is profoundly shocking to stand on the ice of Antarctica and hear directly from scientists how fast the ice is disappearing. 
 
The only hope, he said, was “a clear and credible commitment to phase out fossil fuels on a timeframe that aligns with the 1.5-degree limit.” Which, of course, is the thing that the new documents showing the UAE and Saudi Arabia doing all in their power to prevent. The very first question that Guterres got at his press conference came from Al Jazeera and addressed the new documents:

Can you react to allegations that the UAE (United Arab Emirates) has been negotiating carbon fuel deals on the sidelines of COP, and that's their intention? Are you worried about this undermining it? 

Guterres swallowed hard and said “I can’t believe it’s true.”

But of course he can, and so can anyone else who’s been paying attention for the last 35 years. This is the logical endgame of an immoral group of men quite willing to sacrifice the planet for their power.

The only hope for this COP—and really for this planet—is that our revulsion at revelations like these somehow spurs the movements necessary to break the power of Big Oil.

Please go here for the original article: https://billmckibben.substack.com/p/a-corrupted-cop

Sunday, November 26, 2023

Listening To the Stars


“In The Lost World of the Kalahari," Laurens van der Post writes about living among the Bushmen of the Kalahari Desert and describes how shocked they were that he couldn’t hear the stars.

At first they thought he must be joking or lying. When they realized he really couldn’t hear the stars, they concluded he must be very ill and expressed great sorrow. For the Bushmen knew anyone who can’t hear nature must have the gravest sickness of all.

For nearly all of the time humans have been on the planet, regular conversations across the species border were an everyday natural part of life.

Sadly, this seems like a strange invitation in our world today; most people have difficulty initiating such a conversation. Perhaps this is because we’ve been taught from a very young age to perceive nature as separate, a life-less object, a commodity. This mistaken perception seems to be at the foundation of our cultural ills.

Humanity’s ability to perceive the sentience of Earth is critical to our survival and to all life on earth.

Longing to be in conversation with nature can catalyze us. And perhaps the natural world longs for this relationship with us too...

 Rebecca Wildbear, the Animas Valley Institute

Daniel Baylis: Death, As Practice



Death, As Practice

how to prepare for death?
let a small part of you die
right now
start with something
that no longer serves you:
a jealousy, an egoic longing, a victim narrative

do this often enough
and saying goodbye becomes familiar,
death becomes a practice

— Daniel Baylis


Daniel Baylis: The New Masculinity


 The New Masculinity

The new masculinity is about endings.
Ending cultures of violence.
Ending in-group enforcement.
Ending coercion into roles — gender and otherwise.

How do we end these things?

We refrain from pedestalizing men.
We stop rewarding machismo.
We flag toxic behaviors.
We recognize how frightened men are
of softness, complexity, of being seen as unworthy.

Then we hold men accountable
regardless of the things they are frightened of.

— Daniel Baylis

Daniel Baylis: One Day

Photo by Molly

One Day

one day
a small group of angry men
will declare a war
and no one will show up to fight
because we'll be collectively finished
with violence
with greed
with fear
one day

— Daniel Baylis

Robert Frost: My November Guest

 

My November Guest

My sorrow, when she’s here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.
Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She’s glad the birds are gone away,
She’s glad her simple worsted grey
Is silver now with clinging mist.
The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.
Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

— Robert Frost

Saturday, November 25, 2023

Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee: The Sacred Web of Life

Photo by Molly

The Sacred Web of Life

We are not here on Earth to be alone, but to be a part of a living community, a web of life in which all is sacred. Like the cells of our body, all of life is in constant communication, as science is just beginning to understand. No bird sings in isolation, no bud breaks open alone. And the most central note that is present in life is its sacred nature, something we need to each rediscover and honor anew. 

We need to learn once again how to walk and breathe in a sacred universe, to feel this heartbeat of life. 

Hearing its presence speak to us, we feel this great bond of life that supports and nourishes us all. 

Today's world may still at times make us feel lonely, but we can then remember what every animal, every insect, every plant knows and only we have forgotten: the living sacred whole.
 

— Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

At Thanksgiving Time, Reflections On Gratitude and Giving

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Reflections On Gratitude and Giving

My heart is full to the brim with the sweetness and power of gratitude. I am acutely aware on Thanksgiving and each and every day of how deeply I am blessed. No longer am I a stranger to abundance, love, beauty, and to the mystery and wonders and gifts of life. No longer. But this wasn't always true...

* * * * *

It was 1984 when the counselor I was seeing at that time gave me a homework assignment. I was to write down everything that I felt guilty for. I resisted. I knew that this process could be deeply painful and overwhelming. And indeed, it was. Because so much that was beneath the level of my conscious awareness came spilling out onto those sheets of paper. My list went on and on. And I remember ending with "I feel guilty for breathing air."

It is not possible to soak in the joys and gifts of life when we feel guilty for being alive. It has taken me many years of support and risking vulnerability and allowing my heart to break open again and again before all that guilt gradually and increasingly came to be transformed into gratitude. And compassion and love. As much as I was starved for love, it has been an intensely scary experience for me to open my heart to love. For so long it hadn't felt safe to live without a defended heart. That was all I had ever known. A defended heart.

* * * * *

For me, Thanksgiving is about much more than sharing festive and wonderful meals together. Being vegetarian for 18 years, it's also long not been about turkeys. That said, yes absolutely, I relate with the joy and love and gratitude of gathering with beloved family and friends over shared delicious food, smiles and hugs, laughter and stories, giving thanks and relishing in the loving bonds we share. Such gifts! So many reminders of what we have to be thankful for.

And, at the same time, right alongside my gratitude and love is my tender raw open heart. The heart of my of awareness and emotions also holds the grief that is related with this holiday and with this time of year. I hold the consciousness of the deeper history and how it is that Indigenous Peoples do not celebrate the arrival of the pilgrims and other European settlers. For them, Thanksgiving Day serves as a reminder of the genocide of millions of Native people, the theft of Native lands, and the erasure of Native cultures.

There is that heartbreaking and tragic truth. And there are more personal memories...

The last time I spoke with my twin brother before his suicide two months later was on Thanksgiving of 1977. And circling back to the present time, today we have a family member who struggles with being alive and who has for over twenty years now been walking a path of prolonged suicide. Which recently has only grown more and more painful to witness. This person, very sadly, experienced Thanksgiving alone. As do so many people...

And, that said, don't we all have these kinds of struggles and sorrows and losses in our families in one form or another? I am hard pressed to think of someone I know whose family has been spared the impacts of addiction, of mental illness and other health issues, or of estrangement and painful ongoing conflicts, and on and on. On a continuum between little t trauma and big T trauma, we are all impacted.

This is the society we live in. Not a healthy one which nourishes connection rather than polarization, truth rather than delusions and disinformation, authenticity rather than image management, safe containers of trusted families and friends and communities for our hearts rather than the don't talk, don't trust, don't feel rules which too often permeate our culture and beyond. It is a courageous thing to simply embark on and sustain a path of heart in a world which too often harms rather than honors life.

All of which brings me back to gratitude.

* * * * *


Today it is my list of gratitude which goes on and on. This is but a glimpse:
  • I am grateful for all that has broken my heart open... for this journey of undefending my heart. 
  • I am grateful for my nearly 40 years of sobriety 
  • I am grateful for the courage of being deeply rooted in a spiritual path of healing, awakening. and recognizing and honoring the sacred. 
  • I hold gratitude for the power of conscious and sacred intentions, such as a commitment to Alleviating the Suffering of Others, Do No Harm, and more. 
  • I am grateful to see with the eyes of my heart. 
  • Deepest bow of gratitude to my beloved family and friends.
  • Deep bow to the power of kindness.
  • Heartfelt bow to beauty.
  • Thank you Mother Earth for all of your abundance and sacred life.
  • I am grateful to have had many teachers who've taught and inspired me to learn the skills of the alchemist, discovering the buried treasures in the darkest times of my life and how it is that trauma can be transformed into compassion, humility, wisdom, and love. 
  • I am grateful for those who courageously model a profound commitment to truth. 
  • Deepest gratitude for the conscious awareness of continually expanding my circle of caring. 
  • I bow to those who've offered me insights and empowerment into the gifts and practice of humility and humor and living wholeheartedly.
  • I give deep thanks for each soul and every experience which has inspired me to be courageous, to care beyond measure, and to find my own unique and shared purpose and ways of acting on behalf of a higher good for us all. 
  • I am grateful for healing my injured instincts, for discernment, and for a moral compass that is embodied in my heart and soul ― one which serves to protect me from harmful relationships, delusions, and belief systems and narratives which excuse and justify the many faces of violence (such as that it's okay under any circumstance to bomb hospitals or commit war crimes or crimes against humanity and our Earth Mother). 
  • I give deep thanks for being capable today of seeing and holding both more and more of the beauty of our world and also its horrors and heartbreaks. 
  • Deepest bow for this path of shedding layer upon layer of illusions, indoctrination, and ignorance.
  • And there is this profound gratitude for my experience of the sacredness of life and how it is all beings, all of life is woven together and interconnected.
  • I give deep and ever-present thanks for this sacred journey of dismantling the obstacles I've built against love.
My gratitude list very much also includes my many teachers. I also recognize and honor that no two lists will be the same. This is simply a glimpse into those who have in some way made a difference in my life over many years now:

Pema Chödrön, Riane Eisler, Joanna Macy, Jane Goodall, Mirabai Starr, Naomi Klein, Amy Goodman, Arundhati Roy, Isabel Wilkerson, Maria Ressa, Vandana Shiva, Alice Walker, Maya Angelou, Angela Davis, bell hooks, Nikole Hannah-Jones, Toni Morrison, Roxane Dunbar-Ortiz, Angeles Arrien, the 13 Indigenous Grandmothers, Joanne Cacciatore, Joan Borysenko, Rachel Carson, Dorothy Day, Hannah Arendt, Rosa Parks, Harriet Tubman, Emma Goldman, Eleanor Roosevelt, Michelle Alexander, Jane Mayer, Rebecca Solnit, Marian Wright Edelman, Frances Moore Lappé, Terry Tempest Williams, Margaret Mead, Melissa Harris-Perry, Christiana Figueres, Malala Yousafzai, Greta Thunberg, Sir David Attenborough, Howard Zinn, Martin Luther King, Jr., James Baldwin, Malcolm X, Langston Hughes, Desmond Tutu, Nelson Mandela, Cornel West, Bernie Sanders, Rabbi Michael Lerner, Noam Chomsky, Chris Hedges, Gabor Maté, Bessel van der Kolk, Dan Siegel, Henry Giroux, Jeff Sharlet, Jeffrey Sachs, Norman Solomon, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, Ilhan Omar, Ayanna Pressley, Rashida Tlaib, Jeremy Scahill, David Sirota, Daniel Ellsberg, Father Daniel Berrigan, Michael Parenti, Paulo Freire, Chalmers Johnson, Timothy Snyder, Jason Stanley, Bill Moyers, Albert Einstein, Carl Sagan, James Hansen, Bill McKibben, Chris Jordan, Michael E. Mann, Dahr Jamail, David Korten, Bryan Stevenson, Ta-Nehisi Coates, Ibram X. Kendi, Rev. Dr. William J. Barber II, Eddie S. Glaude Jr., Jelani Cobb, Resmaa Menakem, Michael Meade, Joseph Campbell, Carl Jung, Frank Ostaseski, Francis Weller, Johann Hari, Fred Rogers, David Bedrick, John Welwood, Jeff Brown, Thích Nhất Hạnh, the Dalai Lama, Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Judith Duerk, Rachel Naomi Remen, Jean Shinoda Bolen, Sharon Salzberg, Brené Brown, Tara Brach, Kristin Neff, Charlotte Kasl, Mary Oliver, John O'Donohue, Rumi, Hafiz, William Stafford, Wendell Berry, Peter Levine, Kahlil Gibran, Joy Harjo, Naomi Shihab Nye, Amanda Gorman, Chelan Harkin, Jack Kornfield, Jon Kabat-Zinn, Matthew Fox, Robert Beatty, Doug Pullin, my three sons, my loving husband Ron Matela, many beloved and wise friends, our Earth Mother, my mother and father and twin brother, and this list also goes on and on... 

And there is more, so much more to be grateful for. This is but a glimpse. 

* * * * * 


The measure of the gratitude that I experience in my daily life is also commensurate with the capacity that I have cultivated to hold sorrow. I have quoted Francis Weller many times from The Wild Edge of Sorrow (http://www.wisdombridge.net/the-wild-edge-of-sorrow.html) because this wisdom is so sacred, powerful, and deep: "The work of the mature person is to carry grief in one hand and gratitude in the other and to be stretched large by them." So true. So true.

Many years ago I heard a quote of how we cannot draw from an empty well. Nourishing ourselves ― filling our well  is deeply important and critical to our physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual health. And it was reflected to me in those early years of my own healing journey that we will not go any deeper into our own hearts than the support we perceive is available to us. I also heard how it is that we cannot go any deeper with another human being than we have first gone within ourselves. Certainly I was not able to truly sit with an undefended heart and be with anyone in their time of deep grief until I had unlocked the doors into my own heart and gradually learned to embrace, befriend, heal and honor my own grief. 

And so I have sought out a diversity of teachers, wisdom-keepers, truth-tellers, visionaries, poets and authors, and courageous souls over many years to assist me in this amazing journey of healing and growing into more and more of the wholeness of who I am. Some helped save my life and have made all the difference. And some were ultimately not helpful, encouraging me to take a path of spiritual bypassing rather than embracing the authenticity, courage, truth, and journey of becoming a fully embodied human being. 

To my horror, I also eventually came to recognize that one therapist I had seen for years was a narcissist. But even he, ultimately and over time, came to be a teacher for me. Gradually, and having grown up with a narcissistic mother, I came to see the narcissistic injuries that even years into my journey still needed healing within myself. I also came to more clearly see the ways in which I gave my power away rather, a longtime pattern of mine which had been difficult to shift. 

Cultivating discernment after being so deeply instinct injured and the empowerment of standing in my own sacred wisdom is a gift beyond measure. It is truly an incredible journey to seek and increasingly claim the full power and beauty of who we truly are.

And it is from this place of open-heartedness that I believe we are able to embody giving and receiving, gratitude and grief, tenderness and compassion, and an ever widening circle of fierce caring. Gratitude and giving truly go hand in hand. As we humans grow to increasingly fill our individual and collective wells, as we experience the thread of the sacred heart which connects us all together as humans and other beings, we will no longer have any taste for the many faces of violence. 

And this is among my deepest places of gratitude ― that I can more easily today than ever before recognize violence for what it is. And I have no stomach for it. This is not easy to do in our American culture where so many different faces of violence are normalized. Yet it was in the earliest years of my sobriety that I remember hearing that this is among our great tasks in recovery ― to recognize and lower our tolerance for violence.

So why all this talk about grief and violence and open-heartedness and gratitude alongside this holiday we call Thanksgiving? Because I hold a vision where we humans experience an expanded meaning of what it means to celebrate and gather together on Thanksgiving and over the coming holidays. There is so much more that we could be bringing to the table than turkeys and what we might buy on Black Friday. So much more.

More caring. More love. More consciousness. More gratitude. More giving. More compassion for Indigenous Peoples and for all who are hungry and displaced and who've lost everything. There is suffering within us, our families, our world. And there is great beauty. And courageous love. Courageous love. May we all seek to embody more of that.


I fully recognize that so many of us are already living fiercely compassionate and loving lives of meaning, connection, and generosity. And my words certainly may not resonate with everyone. I never think they will. And, that said, and as I sit here in the full abundance of my life, I simply am struggling to express in some way my heartfelt consciousness of the great suffering that countless beings are experiencing on Earth today. And so, for me, I cannot simply say thanks. I also need to give... And in this small way, I am giving through acknowledging and honoring and blessing the beings across our beautiful hurting Earth Mother who are suffering. And, while I celebrate so much, my heart also aches.

And I need to give voice to both the gratitude and the grief that I hold. I need to honor all of life. Because we are all connected, all related, all family.

With love and blessings,
Molly

Albert Camas: An Invincible Summer

Photo by Molly
 An Invincible Summer

In the midst of hate, I found there was, 
within me, an invincible love.
In the midst of tears, I found there was, 
within me, an invincible smile.
In the midst of chaos, I found there was, 
within me, an invincible calm.
I realized, through it all, that…
In the midst of winter, I found there was, 
within me, an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy. 
For it says that no matter how hard 
the world pushes against me, 
within me, there’s something stronger  
something better, pushing right back.

 Albert Camas
From The Stranger