Friday, 18 October 2013

Twin City Metro Transit Southwest LRT Corridor Discussions

Twin City Metro Transit Southwest LRT Corridor Discussions

James Oliver Smith Jr


One aspect of the Southwest LRT Corridor discussions here in the Twin Cities that is the most disconcerting is this notion that LRT is the only mode of transportation that is subsidized and that it should be evaluated strictly on the basis that it is subsidized. Up front, we need to be realistic and aknowledge that _all_ modes of transportation are subsidized and that _none_ of them pay for themselves when _all_ of the real costs are accounted for. This is true for LRT, buses, freight trains, airplanes, trucks and _even_ cars. As a matter of fact, every study I have seen, that accounts for all of the real costs of the automobile (roads, parking, traffic control systems, bridges, law enforcement, regulations, legal systems, city, state, federal planning, fuel exploration, extraction, refining, distribution, not to mention environmental impact) is by far the most heavily subsidized mode of transportation we have. Even parks, bicycle trails, lakes and parkways are subsidized and I don’t hear any expectation that any of these resources should ”pay for themselves”. These are all public works projects that need to be budgeted for, maintained and planned, just like transportation systems. Does anyone _really_ think that any mode of transportation or recreation costs nothing? The automobile seems to be getting a free pass in these discussions. We, collectively, not only presume that societal infrastructure to support cars will be funded without question, we get upset when it starts to fall apart when maintenance doesn’t keep up due to drastically reduced budgets. There are many websites with a plethora of data that analyses the comparative subsidies of all modes of transportation and, in general, the least subsidized are LRT and “big rail” subway systems because they are more efficient, provide higher capacity transfer levels and have lower long-term maintenance costs with a smaller environmental impact than the automobile. An LRT line exceeds the passenger capacity of six lanes of freeway, with much less long-term maintenance, in addition to providing more consistent, reliable, cost-effective service on a per-person-per-mile basis. I find it rather ironically, sadly humorous that a few people in a couple of neighborhoods are disturbed by “20 seconds”  of train visibility when most of us see multiple trains all day every day and everyone sees countless cars everywhere every day, including the lakes, parks, parkways and bicycle trails, while cars present the most intense impact on the environment of all modes of transportation. When the Green Line starts (and it can’t start soon enough as far as I’m concerned) every neighborhood is going to be seeing and hearing every train all day, everyday and I am going to cherish that sound, because it is the sound of many fewer cars on the streets and much improved public transportation in the Twin Cities. It’s also interesting that the potential removal of a few homes can potentially derail a project of the magnitude of the Southwest LRT corridor, while whole neighborhoods couldn’t stop I94, I35W, I35E, I394, I694, or I494 corridors. This entire discussion is truly distorted. I’m also surprised by statements to the effect that SWLRT will only be “one way”, servicing _only_ the suburbs and not Minneapolis. I have used public transportation while living in Minneapolis and working in Eden Prairie and I rode buses that were full people who lived in Minneapolis and worked in the very suburbs to be serviced by SWLRT. It will be a two-way transportation system. As to the notion that LRT is going to “ruin” such public works projects as the lakes, bicycle paths, parkways and parks, there are LRT systems going under, around, beside, over lakes, rivers, parks, forests, parkways, bicycle paths and even ocean channels all over the world, in some of the most beautiful cities and countrysides on the planet. It is not as though tunnels and tracks are unsolved problems. The Twin Cities is the 16th largest metropolitan area in the United States. They rank in the top ten of metropolitan areas in many categories (quality of life, cycle friendliness, environmental stewardship, greenspace, etc), but not in public transportation. It is quite a ways down the list. A metropolitan system cannot build public transportation on buses and cars alone. You can’t build enough lanes to service high levels of traffic (and the Twin Cities has one of the fastest growing levels of congestion in the United States). Studies have shown that roads reach capacity around 2500 cars per lane per hour and each additional lane is going to add to that already heavy subsidy for the car/bus/truck roadway. LRT and “big rail” subway is needed for the heavy lifting. Buses work best as a supplement to the high capacity rail lines. The sad part about the Twin Cities is that in 1922, at the height of the trolley system we once had here, we had 530 miles of track. No one in Minneapolis was further than 400 yards from a station. We have had nothing like that since the 1950s when that system was dismantled. If we had preserved, maintained and upgraded that system we would have one of the best public transit systems in the country. Instead, we are in the position of having to reconstruct what we once had. Let’s not ruin our chance to climb back into a decent transit system. This selfish thinking that LRT is only going to benefit one community is simply ridiculous. We will all benefit from it. We all need it. The idea that there is some route that is going to cost less, disrupt less, be seen less is simply a fantasy. All potential routes will be expensive, will disrupt much during construction and will result in a change to some community, but nothing in the SWLRT is going to come close to the cost, disruption and change that came in the wake of the Twin Cities interstate system for the highly subsidized automobile.

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Saturday, 4 February 2012

Boston Patriot Mom


Boston Patriot Mom
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James Oliver Smith, Jr.

As the 46th Superbowl game between the New England Patriots and the New York Giants approaches there is one person who comes to mind: a woman in Chelsea, Massachusetts who was the mother of twin teenaged girls I grew close to in the early seventies. Now, to be honest, I haven't really paid all that much attention to American football in my life, but this was one time that football did worm its way into my consciousness. The twin's mother was an avid fan of football and a strong supporter of the Boston Patriots in particular. I was still a teenager, not long out of high school myself. I was alone in a big city, 3000 miles away from Richland, Washington where I graduated from high school in 1969. For a brief period, I found myself in the midst of a family like I had never seen before. I was mesmerized.

This was a time when you could count the number of Superbowls on the fingers of one hand. The home town team was the Boston Patriots of the American Football League, which didn't even have a stadium that they could call their own. They used Harvard's stadium, which wasn't maintained for the Patriots. I can remember pictures in the Boston Herald-Tribune of fans congregating at Harvard stadium before a game to sweep the snow off of the bleachers. Football was having difficulty getting established in the Boston sports market. It was a distant presence that languished in the shadow of the perennially winning Boston Celtics, The 1967 "Impossible Dream" Boston Red Sox, and the 1970 Stanley Cup champion Bruins.

My initial awareness of the Boston Patriots was in the sports apparel department of the Jordan Marsh and Co. store downtown, where I worked as a "checker", counting ("checking") the contents of boxes as they came in off the truck dock. It was my first job and my first union: Teamsters Local 25. I wasn't particularly drawn to the Patriot logo, which at the time was the image of an American Revolutionary Patriot crouching over a football and staring ahead with a clenched face (http://www.sportslogos.net/logo.php?id=mai5x890dxwev24s3zoiofv7s). It was just there, like the Patriots themselves. But because I considered myself a Bostonian at the time (and still do, in many respects), I was proud of all sports teams associated with the city. However, the Patriots seemed to be hanging on by a thread.

As with most sports markets, if a team is not doing well, or does not have a "home" to play in, there is always the threat that the franchise could leave. This is where the Boston Patriot Mom comes in, the twin's mother. They lived in Chelsea, a town just across the "Mystic Bridge" from Boston, nestled in between Charlestown, Revere and East Boston. This woman's energy and passions far exceeded what was needed to raise two girls. She was a political fireball taking on a local projects in and around Chelsea, as well as challenges throughout the Boston metroplex.

Close to home she was embroiled in a continuous conflict with the discount store behind their house. The exact location of the boundary between her backyard and the discount store was in dispute and she was going to take the struggle to whatever level was needed. She was tenacious and definitely gave me the impression that she enjoyed the challenge. She was proud of her family, her house, her city (Chelsea) and the Boston metropolitan area and she expended a great deal of effort and intensity on all causes that she felt justified her indignation and support. As a football fan, she was intent on ensuring that the Patriots would remain in the Boston area, so when there were protests, fund raisers and other opportunities to express her support, she was there in full force.

This unbounded energy was fascinating to me and I witnessed it first hand numerous times. I spent a number of evenings at the twin's house enjoying the Polish stuffed cabbage (golabki, "gawWHOMkee") that she enjoyed making. After supper, she would pull out her accordian and start playing polkas, with every bit as much zest as she poured into her various missions to bring justice and pride to her family, city and state.

This was all new to me, this fierce loyalty to family and community. My life growing up was a continuous stream of moves and isolation. The concept of "family" and "community" were abstract places on a map I had never seen. The road was my home and Boston was the first place I had lived where people actually seemed to be proud of their connection with a place, across multiple generations. I was a teenager like the twins. They were still in high school and I was just out of high school. I was from the far west, away from home and working in downtown Boston. The twins were at home, close to their mother and not quite ready to take on a relationship. Nonetheless, their mother seemed to welcome me warmly into her home and I experienced the joy of a family comfortable in its place, not simply anxious to move on to the next place.

On those evenings I heard the stories of legal wrangling with the nearby by discount store over the backyard boundary and I listened to empassioned reasoning on why the Boston Patriots needed to stay in the Boston area. I was swept up in the world of the twins and their mother and it made me feel, if only for a moment, that I belonged somewhere. Ultimately, the gulf between almost graduated from high school for the twins and having just graduated from high school was too large for me to bridge. Regardless of how exotic I may have been to the mother, I was a man, away from home, with a job and place of my own. I was in a strange no man's land where I was too old and too young at the same time. My youthful ignorance, inexperience and circumstances took me away from the twins and their mother and I ended up leaving Boston, never to return again to live.

I did visit Chelsea fifteen years later when I attended a technical course in Boston. I reconnected with the twins and their mother. We exchanged stories of marriages, children, relationships, careers and feelings, but most of all we talked about that time we all shared together in the upstairs kitchen, eating golabki, dancing the polka and listening to the mother's adventures in saving the house, fighting city hall and keeping the Patriot's in Boston. It was an important piece of myself growing up. Although I wasn't there long enough to make up for the childhood lost, I was able to get a glimpse of something I needed, even fifteen years later. Those images and stories of the Boston Patriots will always represent the substance and warmth of that Chelsea mother on fire with purpose and pride.

I have since connected with the twins on Facebook and I can see the same determined pride in Chelsea that I saw in their mother. Watching the news of the New England Patriots once again finding their way to the Superbowl is a testimony to the efforts of that mother and I am convinced that I witnessed the planting of the seeds of a team that would grow into the force that it is today. The twin's mother died back in the '90s, before the first Patriots Superbowl win, but Superbowl XLVI will carry with it that presence of the Boston Patriots Mom I watched in action so many years before.

... il matto ...
josjr (2012 0204)

Sunday, 1 January 2012

Day 22,066 - I Ching: Earth/Earth [.....x] to Earth/Thunder



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Day 22,066  - 2012 0101
Belov-ED Days - 4977
Sunday
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I Ching images

Fu Hsi Sequence
Hexagram 64: Embracing, Nature, Earth, Creation, Responding
01 ---  ---  Earth (Valley, Canyon, Plains, Desert, Plateau, Womb)
02 ---  ---  Belly, Solar Plexus
04 ---  ---  The Embracing, Creation, Substance, Foundation, Nature

08 ---  ---  Earth (Valley, Canyon, Plains, Desert, Plateau, womb)
16 ---  ---  Belly, Solar Plexus
32 ---  ---X The Embracing, Creation, Substance, Foundation, Nature

changing towards

Hexagram 32: Returning, Repeating, Turning Back
01 ---  ---  Thunder (Lightning, Storms, Viper)
02 ---  ---  Belly, Solar Plexus
04 ---  ---  The Embracing, Creation, Substance, Foundation, Nature

08 ---  ---  Thunder (Lightning, Storms, Viper)
16 ---  ---  Feet
32 --------  The Arousal, Catalyst, Movement, Surprise, Action

Day 22,060 - Images from the I Ching: Earth [The Embracing] over Earth [The Embracing] (Hexagram 64 - Embracing, Nature, Earth, Creation, Responding) changing towards [.....x] Earth [The Embracing] over Thunder [The Arousing] (Hexagram 32 - Returning, Repeating, Turning Back ) -- Earth over Earth is a welcome image for me. It is an image of embracing, creation, substance and protection. With the Earth I feel safe, stable and centered. As a Leo I am all too familiar with Fire and all that comes with it: power, heat, clarity, vision and total consumption if energy through the use of that power. At the time of my birth Aquarius was rising, so I am familiar with the abyss that comes with Water. Last month (December 2011) I was surround by a lot of Fire, Water, Thunder and Wind, a stormy, agitated context. It was a month of struggle within me and around me. Challenges abounded and continue to press upon the horizon of this new year. I really needed the centering force of the Earth, and there it was: Earth. Within me and around me, Earth arose from the stalks and established a strong presence for this first day in the new year. It felt good to feel the Earth within my fingers, body, spirit and intellect.

The Venetian Star (la mia Stella di Venezia), my daughter from the Universe, greeted me from Italy. The Contessa awakened and requested her espresso. At 60, waking up each morning genuinely does become a joyful experience. To be surrounded by friends who welcome me as I am is a plus. To see Earth over Earth unfolding within the stalks is a particularly special way to start any day, not to mention the first day of the Year and the birth day of the Contessa. So I am brought to think of things that center me as I stand upon the Earth. I think of the substance that enters my consciousness as I touch that which surrounds me and find comfort that it all came from the Earth ... like me.

As my eyes lose their grip on the world, my fingers are revelling in their heightened significance, as are my ears, my tongue and my nostrils. The smells and touch and sounds and tastes of the Earth are everywhere and now there is very little vision to eclipse their potency, so I experience these new dimensions of the Earth with joy. I practice clicking my tongue when I walk down the hall or descend steps with my walking stick, seeking and embracing the "sense" of my location without vision ... My brain has discovered that there is so much to sample, even from the wind on my face that grazes the skin with subtle variance as it channels and skirts around buildings, trees, bus shelters and cars ... My nostrels seek the substance of that which inhabits the air. My tongue embraces the ensembles of flavors that greet me with each bite, sip, swig and swirl. In some ways, the images that form in my brain, behind the hazy curtain of my eyes are becoming richer, even visually (cognitively), because the brain adds the brilliant tapestry of hue and shade that the eyes are no longer capable of transmitting. My dreamscapes are becoming palpable.

It is more than a little ironic that our human world of vision saturation is really only a glossy pop-up page of experience, compared to what can flow in from the other senses. so the presence of Earth over Earth is welcome as I "look" ahead into this year where all of the paths opening up to me are extending towards the Earth's horizons through terrain that is completely unfamiliar. Wherever these paths lead I am fully aware that I will never fully understand them visually, directly. I will have to feel my way through these new landscapes in much the same way that I extend fingers, elbows, hands and hips to discern my way around the house.

There is one aging, changing line in this image of Earth over Earth, and that is in the most fundamental position: the first line, the innermost and significant of places. This changing line moves the inner Earth towards the inner Thunder, leaving the image of Earth over Thunder, an image of tremors within the Earth. The Earth moves in the presence of earthquakes and volcanos, nature's catalysts for change. So this first day of 2012 possesses the image of not only change, but also a turning point, for Earth over Thunder is the mid-point in the Fu Hsi sequence of the I Ching, step 32 in the 64 step sequence. It behaves in a manner similar to the Tarot's Wheel of Fortune. When the Wheel of Fortune spins it can change the course of many things in ways unexpected, so it is important to keep in mind that even though I may want things to be different than they are, there many ways that "different" may manifest in ways that are difficult.

I will use the image of the stabilizing Earth as a centering point of concentration as I prepare for the unfolding passages of this new year and look forward to travelling with those sharing the path with me ... let the thunder roll within the the depths of the Earth ... il matto ...


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Day 22,065 - I Ching: Lake/Fire[..xx..] to Water/Thunder



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Day 22,065  - 2011 1231
Belov-ED Days - 4976
Saturday
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I Ching images

Fu Hsi Sequence
Hexagram 18: Revolution, Uprising, Renovation, Abolishing the Old
01 ---  ---  Lake (River, Lake, Well, Pond, sea, Ocean)
02 --------  Mouth
04 --------X The Joyful, Expression, Language, Gossip, Praise, Insults

08 --------X Fire (Sun, Lightning, Hearth)
16 ---  ---  Eyes
32 --------  The Clinging Fire, Clarity, Divination, Warmth, Burning

changing towards

Hexagram 30: Difficulty, Beginning
01 ---  ---  Lake (River, Pond, Sea, Ocean, Marsh, Swamp, Well)
02 --------  Mouth
04 ---  ---  The Joyfull, Expression, Language

08 ---  ---  Water (Fog, Mist, Rain, Floods, Haze)
16 --------  Ear
32 --------  The Abyss, Danger, Nourishment, Mystery

Day 22,060 - Images from the I Ching: Lake [The Joyful] over Fire [The Clarity] (Hexagram 18 - Revolution, Uprising, Renovation, Abolishing the Old) changing towards [..xx..] Water [The Abyss] over Thunder [The Arousing] (Hexagram 30 - Difficulty, Beginning) -- The Joyful Lake over the Clinging Fire is a recipe for turmoil ... Water can douse a Fire ... Fire can boil away Water ... They are opposites and equal in power and in their capacity to transform. This transformation can manifest itself in ways that are centering as wells as unsettling ... balance and unbalance ... comfort and discomfortable ... Without Water there would be no life that serves as the fuel for Fire ... Without Fire/Sun/Heat there would be no evaporation to fill clouds that release rain to nourish and sustain life ... The tension that arrives from this clash of opposing, but equal, forces is a revolutionary activity and it is through such dynamic powers that we encounter the most profound of changes.

This is the last day of this year ... Although the end and the beginning of a year are somewhat arbitrary, there is a very real point in which the Earth completes one rotation and begins another. We as humans have chosen the cycle of the Sun as our historical marker of time ... An interval we call a year ... In the same way we have chosen the Moon as a way to segment the Year ... Our languages, our bodies, our cities, our rituals and much of our personal behavior (and the Earth's behavior) are influenced by and calibrated with these two celestial entities. Water (the Moon) and Fire (the Sun) are the two mission critical elements in our life-sustaining ecosystems. Earth, Sky, Thunder, Wind, Mountain and Lake form the raw materials and contexts that Water and Fire act upon. Lakes (rivers, ponds, streams, seas, oceans, etcetera) contain and channel the force of Water and carve out the shape of everything thing we see. When we look across the Earth towards the horizon we are seeing the result of all this "revolution", "turmoil" and "imbalance" in our lives.

It is tempting to interpret such "change" and "disruption" as destructive, evil, catastrophic and the handiwork of some kind of evil/good dualism ... but I don't see the usefulness in this perspective ... To attribute an event we like as "good" implies that an event we don't like is "evil" ... Being human we want to believe that this "evil" and "good" activity is the byproduct of some action taken by some entity greater than us ... But if we look at all events in the Universe as simply an oscillation between balance and imbalance ... comfort and discomfort ... fruitful and unfruitful ... it is easier to look at all changes in the Universe as possessing both balance and imbalance ... depending on the context. A flood can be seen as destructive, but it is also nurturing and enriching to the soil, the Earth. Earthquakes and volcanoes can also be seen as destructive, but it is from this same activity within the Earth that we see the birth of Mountains. As a species, humans want to think that their work is "permanent" and "good" and think that anything that disrupts what they have created is "bad". But to the Universe we are hardly a spec in the sands of time or even a drop in the sea of life.

As we await the arrival of spring, now that the Sun(Fire) is rising once more, with the beginning of a new revolution it may be helpful to understand the origin of the word "revolution", with is simply a new beginning.

Within this image of Lake over Fire, there are two aging lines that will shift polarity ... This time they are both Yang/Seeking lines. One changing line takes the outer Lake in the direction of Water, the Abyss. The Other changing line shifts the Fire in the direction of Thunder ... This is Water over Thunder. It is the Abyss, danger and nourishment of outer Water over the Catalytic, Arousing force of the inner Thunder ... This image of Lake over Water moving in the direction of Water over Thunder is a most appripriate set of images for this transition from what _was_ to what _will be_ ... Revolution launches us into a new beginning, an encore year. We can celebrate this New Year because the Universe has allowed us to embark on it. The difficulty will be (as always) in the living of it. New paradigms. New Relationships. New skills. New words. New challenges. Not to mention maintaining all that is still there, unchanged.

For some reason, for me, I think that this coming year of adapting to decresing vision, problematic finances (no job), uncertain health care and many changes in how I procede with my "encore" life is somehow "worse" or more challenging than any year before. But a close inspection of my life would reveal that it has never been guaranteed that any particular year would be "balanced", "fruitful" or "enjoyable". So we find ourselves back in the mode of seeing the balance and imbalance that all of life flows through in the course of every year, every day, every second. We can't spend all of our time in the Past or we will fail to appreciate the present or prepare for the Future. We can't spend all of our time in the Present or we will forget the lessons of the Past as we Prepare for the Future. And we can't spend all of our time in the Future because the Future will depend on how well we have learned from the past and how we apply that learing in the Present.

So reflect on the year just passed, and all of the years before that. Celebrate the act of waking up and breathing this morning, in the Present. Then, breath deeply of the air that surrounds us and look towards the horizon where the Rain (Water) and Thunder are creating some serious havoc ... When the storm passes, there will be a freshness to the air (Sky) and a moist richness within the Earth that will fill our nostrils, frolic within our ears and inspire our souls ... il matto ...







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Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Day 22,040: Lake/Water[2,5]->Thunder/Earth


                                                     


Day 22,040: Lake/Water[2,5]->Thunder/Earth


Day 22,040 - 2011 1202
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I Ching images

Hexagram 42: Adversity, Oppression, Weariness, Exhaustion
01 ---  ---  Lake (Stream, River, Sea, Ocean, Well, Marsh)
02 --------X Mouth
04 --------  The Joyful, Expression, Language

08 ---  ---  Water (Fog, Rain, Flood, Mist, Steam, Moon)
16 --------X Ears
32 ---  ---  The Abyss, Danger, Nourishment

changing towards

Hexagram 60: Repose, Harmony, Enthusiasm, Delight
01 ---  ---  Thunder (Earthquake, Tsunami, Hurricane)
02 ---  ---  Feet
04 --------  The Arousing, The Moving, The Catalyst, The Shock, The Surprise

08 ---  ---  Earth (Valley, Canyon, Prairie, Desert)
16 ---  ---  Belly, Solar Plexus
32 ---  ---  The Creation, The Womb, The Substance


Day 22,040 - Images from the I Ching: Lake [The Joyful] over Water [The Abyss] (Hexagram 42 - Adversity, Oppression, Weariness, Exhaustion) changing towards Thunder [The Arousal, The Shock] over Earth [The Creation, The Womb, Substance, Foundation] (Hexagram 60 - Repose, Harmony, Enthusiasm, Delight) -- Normally, the presence of the joyful, expressive Lake is an image in which we can find comfort. It is from the Lake that we find our voice, our language, our ability to express ourselves. In the context of the external Lake over the internal Water, however, we find ourselves surrounded by the joyful and expressive. There may be a positive and festive mood in the world, in the culture or locally in the neighborhood. It could be an approaching holiday or a series of birthdays for well loved and appreciated relatives or friends. However, inside, within our spirit we may be feeling discouraged and depressed. We may have just lost a friend or relative, or we may have lost a job, been denied a raise or simply been feeling the effects of some virus. Whatever the circumstances, this image is associated with dissonance between what we feel inside and what is unfolding in the world around us. The joy that we may normally feel given the way things are going in our life externally is being drained, from below, inside of our core. Something substantive may be threatened and we are simply too weak or emotionally distraught to overcome the sadness, the melancholy, the adversity.

These are times when we need whatever resources we have stored away for use in the midst of the sure-to-come rainy day. We are all going to experience these times, so pretending that every day is going to go smoothly and quickly is simply inconsistent with the impartial manner in which the Universe plays out. Yes, the sun will rise, and, yes, rain is important for the growth of crops and, yes, even snow is anxiously awaited by the outdoor winter sports enthusiast, but each of us individually vacillate across the full spectrum of emotion and we all react differently to all types of news.

So, it is important to understand up front that just because the world looks great outside does not mean that it is necessary for us to feel exuberant inside. We often feel, and are told by the culture at large, that all we need to do is "buck up", "stand tall" and "smile", as though good feelings and positive perspectives are simply a matter of flipping a switch and all will be all right. That is simply not how the Universe developed us. When the internal Abyss is draining our reserves from below it is a time to rest and avoid over-extending ourselves. All of life in the Universe comes under stress, both plants and animals, and all of life needs to take time to step back, recuperate and build reserves, whether it is for a draught, a flood, extreme cold, deep snows, hurricanes, earthquakes, war, pressures at work or bullies at school. We will never be able to overcome the internal abyss by simply pretending to be happy and proceeding as though everything is normal.

The external Lake is there, and it is joyful, but it also has depths that we need to be aware of, and when the Abyss of water is added to the mix anything we do will add to the weariness, exhaustion and oppression. Taking care of ourselves becomes the priority. After rest and a rebuilding of reserves we will be able to more effectively take advantage of those times when we are ready to be in unison with the joyful Lake around us.

Fortunately, the Universe is a Universe of changes and there are changes in the image of Lake over Water. These changes take place in the second, middle (core) line of each Trigram, moving the external Lake to external Thunder (Catalist, Movement, Shock) and the internal Abyss to internal Earth (Creation, Substance, Foundation).

Thunder over Earth is a sign of Repose, Harmony, Enthusiasm and Delight. The Catalyst of Thunder serves as an image of action, of moving to another level, possibly a reaction to something. Without the motivation of the archetypal Thunder in the Universe, nothing would get done. We would simply stay in one place and ponder the possible. But with Thunder we actually realize our ideas and our desires and carry out those plans that we have so meticulously drawn up. In this case, the external Thunder is an indication that the world around us is moving in some new direction, changing the landscape of our lives. This, of course, can be disorienting, but it can also be invigorating.

Thunder over the Earth brings to mind a storm that has just past and and we can still hear the rumble on the horizon as it moves away. But the air left behind is fresh and there is an electric flair in our nostrils. Our muscles are charged with anticipation, but the internal Earth moves more circumspectfully than the shock-and-awe of Thunder, so we remember to pause for a moment before we move. The storm has brought nutrition to the greenworld and there is much that needs to be done, but keeping the Earth in mind, what is the most harmonious way to proceed? That is the path that will bring delight, especially in the aftermath of the despair we may have experienced in Lake over Water ... il matto ...

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Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Sunrise over Franklin Avenue

Sunrise over Franklin Avenue
Jazz Poem

Franklin avenue
wakes
The sun glows on the bridgedecks
over the ol' man river
singing in the basso profondo currents of a darkness
still entranced
by the skyline
not far up stream
Minneapolis
with the drone of 94
its blood just
starting to churn...
faces and brains and bodies
marching to a piper's tune
... money ... October huffs with the chill of hazed air
oar boats slide in rhythmic flair
like bugs on a slow stream
in the deep shadow of trees

The Franklin Bridge arches strong and firm
within the mists
unfurled

a v-necked flock of late geese
beat their wings with urgent need for longer days
and fallen seed

The 8 bus groans ... its bellows blow a mist of twisted air
A cyclist sloughs by ...
Helmit and flashing bulb
cycles underneath the string of windows
empty of faces in the pre-work hours

Honeysucles, basswoods and gnarled oaks
rise in silloueted spread
preparing raw for snows and grit
their summer's dress in tatters
swollen in dew dripped mounds
heavy and rusty gray ...

A jogger expels frost
And a dog tugs leather in the lead of human
contemplation and frayed anticipation ...
anarchists stir beneath the maze
of chokeberrys and buck thorn


The first rays beguile a catawpa's crest
with keyboard-like arpeggios of sheen

[keyboard solo]

Twenty floors of breakfast
clatters in the blaze of curtains
greeting luminescence
high-rise convolescence
hijabs
children
cellphone resonance

Riverside construction
Semaphores with red, green, yellow
drumbeat
incantation

[trapset]

traffic
streaming from the ramps and drives
...Starbucks streaming to the hand...
Headlights dim in the wave of blue ... blue ... skies ...

The Coop, Zipps ... the taxi lines ...
by Perkins ...
The 2, the 8 the 7 crossing streams

Students, latptops, Kindles, jeans
Sleep-drained eyes ... homework and mp3s ...
earbuds tethered ... backpacks stacked ...
the university ...
the atms ...
the canyons of high velocity ...
on rails and streets and sidewalks
clicking with the long stampeded trails
to towers, workstations, powerpoint presentations
and smart phone dissertations ...
... a return on vast investments...


Occupy it all at the plaza of protest
... Wells Fargo, Triangle Park, the pottery bin,
and the Second Moon
... they all
welcome the full employed
the unemployed
the oft deployed
and other comodities
of trained and lost humanity ...

And there ... in the morning glare
Beneath the maple trees
is Merwyn gazing long
from his lizard cave
by the river of steel,
a tributary from the Mississippi
a glissando glaze down streets and ways

On the bliss of slick guitars
in the wind

[guitar(s) play]



Riverside, Cedar and 94 ...
Minnehaha, Washington and Hiawatha flow
Past the Nile ...
the Blue Nile ...
the river ...
the words ...
and the syncopated ride
Through Franklin Avenue...

At sunrise

josjr (2011 1028)

Friday, 5 August 2011

USA, Native American Nation sanctions Same-Sex Marriage

I'm not sure why I had to find this out from an Italian source, but here is an interesting story (my translation):

The Suquamish (http://www.suquamish.nsn.us/), a Native American Nation located in Washington State, has legalized same-sex marriage. The France Press news agency has reported that the decision was made by the tribal council, consisting of 7 members, at the request of a young lesbian woman. "It is our tradition and our culture to be inclusive and accepting of those who may be different," declared their legal counsel. The Suquamish have thier own constitution and they can deliberate independently on various issues: this decision, however, only has value within the Suquamish Nation.

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The source:

http://www.uaar.it/news/2011/08/04/usa-tribu-nativi-americani-approva-matrimonio-omosessuale/
UAAR Ultimissime

USA, tribù di nativi americani approva il matrimonio omosessuale

I suquamish, una tribù di nativi americani stanziata nello stato di Washington, hanno legalizzato il matrimonio omosessuale. Ne dà notizia l'agenzia France Presse: la decisione è stata presa dal consiglio della tribù, composto da sette membri, su richiesta di una giovane lesbica. "E' parte della nostra tradizione e della nostra cultura essere inclusivi, accettando persone che potrebbero essere differenti", ha dichiarato un loro esperto legale. I suquamish hanno una propria costituzione e possono deliberare autonomamente su diverse questioni: la decisione ha comunque valore soltanto all'interno della tribù.

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Thursday, 4 August 2011

Open Window

Open Window
-----------

After days of heat
and sweat
and conversations with the Contessa

on when to air-condition-ate
ourselves

I wake up to a cicada
scratching the wind ...

from the wounds
comes dry-coolness
to the yawning light

so I fling open the windows
to let the music in

a commercial jet streaks the screen ...
the number "2" sloughs to a brief
ponderous exhilation at the semaphore
and bench below the window sill

the next shift of cicadas

slips out and into basswood leaves

one of them lug out a
saxaphone
jammin' a riff on oh, what beautiful morn

syncopation to the river
the clicks of jealous cardinals
and the quarrelling crows on
Franklin avenue

the "2" farts to a stop
... once more ...
the saxaphone cicada toots
through a chorus of
what a wonderful world

then climbs in
through hydraulic doors
and the wheels turn
on ... forward ...
with the light

diesal aromatics
spike the river breeze

a hint of midnight train
whispers
its prophesy
to the newly born
horizon

josjr (2011 0805)

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

A Tender Moment?

A Tender Moment?
-----------------------

Upon hearing of my mother's
ill health
and "hurt" because of my
long absense

I try to think of some moment to
meditate upon ...
some instance without accusation ...
disagreement ... condescenion ... sarcasm ...
!!!ANGER!!! ...

I flip through the rolodex of images ...
fleeting ... whispy ... dark ... confused ...
thorny ... encrusted ...

but I just can't get beyond those moments
of uncontained rage
that distill down

to a single moment in the arizona desert

my mother lashing at a sister
with a fury that stains walls
and exhails destruction

my adrenaline pulsed
driving me to enter my sister's room
and

try

to still the leather
in flight and flame

then the monster in a mother's skin
turns liquid steel and
twists its magma strips upon my face ...
my skin ... my belief in ... harmony? ...

there was no pain ... [at the moment] ...
the belt ... the buckle ... the flailing arms ...
inflicted what they could ...
but in slice of turbulence
I had entered a place

somewhere else

outside ... above ... to the side ...

but after ...

growing with the years ... the scars
blister and bite ...
they fester with each breath ...
and I can no longer
pass my hand across my cheeks
without the
numbing current of

irrelevance

josjr (2011 0803)

Ode to Sixty Years

Ode to 60 Years
---------------------

I woke up this morning
dark outside
sun long from arriving ...
two thirty ... a bit early ...

but the humidity sticks to my skin
like old moss
in an east Texas cellar

I take a pee
then look in the mirror
and there's this old man staring back at me

"welcome to the third act"
he says ...
sixty years
the third age
the final leg of a journey that started
on a dairy farm on the outskirts of Houston, Texas
and stumbled across ten states
fifty houses
two kids somewhere in the wind
two marriages
and more careers
than an alcholic ranch hand

the mythology of it all
fascinates me

but in the end
its just me and the contessa
"jalopy" bodies crumbling
preparing for the fires that consume us all

so I scoop the vanilla ice cream into
a frosted glass
and lift the root beer high

to salute ...

the stones we threw into
the Irish sea in St Davids, Wales
at the edge of the ancient stone circle where
we married ourselves ... first ...

to salute ...

the gypsies living in their trash house
beneath the tracks at the
Ponte Mammolo station in Rome
(sotto il binario della stazione metropolitana di
Ponte mammolo a Roma)

and sit down for a real conversation
with Pier Paolo Pasolini

to discuss the intricacies of the plot in his film
Mamma Roma

josjr (2011 0803)

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Tangled Streets

Tangled Streets
James Oliver Smith, Jr

To steal
A kiss
He had the knack
But lacked the cheek
To get one back
Burma-Shave

This rhyme flashes into my mind. I feel the rhythm and lilt of its humor as I walk west on Franklin Avenue. The sun is bright and a stiff wind stings my face and arms. On the sidewalk ahead of me one the residents of the East Seward Tower steps deliberately. Her hijab and long dark dress press tightly against her back and legs, wings of cloth flapping feverously in the agitated brilliance of early spring. She is too preoccupied with speaking to someone on the cell phone tucked tightly into the fabric framing her face to take much notice of me or the atmosphere, but the kaleidoscope of the moment sweeps me away.

In the glare of the afternoon sun the Minneapolis skyline washes away.

"The nice thing about losing your eyesight," says my ophthalmologist, "is that you can see whatever you want to see."

OK, so what if I let the images of the moment dissipate. The woman with the hijab, the traffic slipping by, the elm tree arching above me and even the trash can at the bus stop are all easy to squeeze out of the dishrag afternoon, but the sun and biting wind remain. My knuckles are stiff from gripping my walking stick. Extending the rubber tip to the cement makes me feel grounded, but that sensation of cold, raw tension in my fingers is impossible to eradicate, like the sun and the wind. It is a firm reality identical to walking the streets of Tuba City almost fifty years ago on the way to school.

My fingers often grow numb from the cold and icy wind while walking through the streets of the Bureau of Indian Affairs housing, by the boarding school, the trailer courts, and down Main Street to the public school. Willow street snakes its way past the houses of friends like the kid who calls himself the "Navajo Clown", even though he isn't Navajo, but he is quite the clown. Next to him is the cute brunette who is so serious a student that she frightens me. Further down the street lives the Morman girl that leads me to believe that Morman girls are the prettiest and most feminine of all. Her neighbor is the kid with a neat electric car track, a delightful little sister and a mother who laughs wildly when she listens to Johnny Cash sing "A Boy Named Sue".

When I pass the boarding school dorms I can't help but think of the twin girls living in the dorm where their mother works. I earnestly hope they don't come out and see me. They are far too sensual for me to feel comfortable around them.

When you move around as much as I do with my Mother and sisters the only thing you know is the road and your literature comes in the form of Berma Shave signs and mile markers. They define where you are, where you are going and who you will become.

Mileage Marker 4534
Spring 1964

My mother is on a mission from god.

Her theology dictates that God speaks Baptist, hates Catholics and Mormans, and that indian girls get pregnant before marriage.

Tuba City has lots of Catholics, Mormans and indians.

To make matters worse, the hymnals at the Baptist church speak Navajo.

She hates it here.

If she were to write a Burma Shave rhyme it might say:

Catholics here
Mormons there
This is the day
To hook the trailer
And pull away
God-The Baptist


With my mother I had to accept several important things:
01. The Bible is the ony valuable book
02. Baptists are the only ones to get it right
03. All boys are bad
04. Girls need to control boys
05. Never settle down and make friends because we'll be moving soon.

Tuba City, I couldn't help but think, is just another roadside stop.

"Hey, Jim, wait for me."

That's my walking companion. She lives right by the street that stops abruptly at the desert's edge. The desert extends east 'til you get to Nevada. Many of our houses have back yards that simply drift off into dunes, sagebrush and sandstone. From our back window I could sit down with a bologna sandwich and see the rugged edge of the Grand Canyon fifty miles away.

The wind presses her skirt against her legs and plays with her brown hair. She trots to my side, adjusting her ever-present headband. She smiles broadly. It's infectious. I'm fairly certain her blouse is becoming tighter.

"Oh look, a devil wind."

She runs and jumps in the middle of it, laughing.

"Come on, join me."

I am never all that comfortable being so compulsive and spontaneous, but she always seems ready to just fly into the now and engage it. I watch her and manage to smile warmly. At least I think I am. I switch my trumpet case to my left hand to releave my right, trying to cradle my book between my side and the horn. It works for a few minutes, giving my right hand a chance to losen up and get warm in my coat pocket. She looks comfortable in her sweater and has no trouble holding the book she is taking to school.

"What'd you do last night?", she asks.

"Wednesday night."

"Oh, right ... church?"

I nod. She chuckles.

"Ever wish you could just stay in one place for your whole life?"

She likes to ask me that question, almost every day, even though she enjoys hearing my stories of travel through Texas, Arizona and Colorado, never missing a Baptist church along the way. Then I would counter with "Ever wish you could just go out alone at night, miss that bible study your dad insists on every evening?"

Then she'd go silent for moment. The only time she couldn't say a word, when she thought of her dad, the curfew, the bible study ... and the night.

We are both puzzled about the bible. It just doesn't make sense how people can control people with something so old and out of touch. At thirteen we feel that it is not relevant to us so we created a secret "unbible", putting stuff in it that isn't in the bible, although we thought it should be, like how to have sex, dance and escape from parents. We can't write it down because they would see it.

The time on these walks is ours, away from our homes and out of school.

"What happened in choir yesterday? You were always able to sing higher than any of us girls. And then..."

"I know ... I know ... and it was so easy before. Now..."

A block away from school she walks ahead and stares back, briefly ... She smiles and straightens her headband ... She turns ... Her dress sways ... My fingers clutching the trumpet case and books ... quiver ...

* * *


Mileage Marker 21900


I grip the shaft of my walking stick with my left hand and twist the knob in my right palm. The woman in the hijab throws the cell phone into the depths of her leather purse ... She turns ... Her dress sways ...

I extend the rubber tip to the sidewalk and watch the traffic passing by on Franklin Avenue ... The wind bites through the fabric of my shirt.

To find
Your way
Outside the car
You must push
The door ajar
To myself

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Monday, 8 November 2010

Infelocity

Infelocity
---------

her brother was planning
another of his mystery tours
--of the wilderness--

leaving without a plan--
no communication
as to
--destination
--duration
--motivation
just a sense that he
loved to be
somewhere
_else_
--alone
--isolated
--lost in a world
where he disappears

in spectral ecstasy

la contessa fretted
and yearned for a brother who
could just be there
--in a chair
--on the balcony
--in a short walk to the Birchwood

from her post-surgery wheelchair
and a foot in pain
--she accepted
--a memorial day invitation
on the eve of the delayed exploration

she waited
--half expecting him to disappoint
--once more
...
then he appeared,
as silently as he would often vanish--
late
but welcome

il matto wanted to ensure that
la contessa was safe on uneven sidwalks
dusty potholes and savage curbs
so he grabbed the handles of the
wheeled chair and pushed her

navigating

--as conversation--
passed between brother and sister

il matto was content to simply
listen
--silent--
watching for the buckling of
cement and bituminous road bed

=-at the restaurant he was scoffing
at the idea of flushing
korans into toilets at
guantanamo--

"how could you flush
a koran down the toilet?" -- he sneered --
unusually cynical and sarcastic --
all at once -- he was not

overtly

political --

he drew the smoke from his
cigarette
and exhaled in the direction
of la contessa's allergies --

how could he not have known?

he talked of books he wanted
to leave her
---
and plans for nieces to care
for the cat

but the trip itself
--was to remain concealed--
--a mystery to be unwound--

when the meal was done
il matto took the dishes inside,
returning to find that
her brother had
taken control of the chair

and was headed
back to the tree house

il matto quickened his pace
and caught up
to the two,
suggesting the asfalt alleyway--

he figured it was smoother
and less susceptible to her brother's
casual disregard for the terrain

...

that's when it occurred,
the conversation on childhood --
his reminiscence of their time
together ... as children ...
sharing secrets ...
connecting in ways la contessa
had long tried to
establish once more ...

he was in a new place,
almost calm,
a little boy pushing a waggon,
with his older sister
enjoying the ride --

"did you know" -- he suddendly said --
"that the secret name you gave me
was to basis for all my computer passwords?" --

the computer scientist,
the champion chess player,
the mountain climber
and
--wilderness trekker--

had laid it out there, on the
chessboard --
one last move --

--castling--

that most curious of defensive
acts--

--the master
giving up the keys to the castle--

"infelocity"

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Day 21,646



Day 21,646 - 2010 1108
Belov-ED Days - 4,558
Sunday
James Oliver Smith, Jr.
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I Ching images

Fu Hsi 07: Energy, Great Nurture, Accumulation, Great Storage
-------- Mountain (Tower, Building, Wall, Boulder)
--- --- Hand
--- --- The Unmoving, The Restful, The Ancient

-------- Sky (Stars, Planets, Birds)
--------x Head
-------- The Seeking, The Creative, The Intellect

changing towards

Fu Hsi 23: Elegance, Grace, Adorning, Luxuriance
-------- Mountain (Tower, Building, Wall, Boulder)
--- --- Hand
--- --- The Unmoving, The Restful, The Ancient

-------- Fire (Sun, Campfire, Hearth, Vision, Visions)
--- --- Eye
-------- The Clinging, The Clarity, The Divination, The Visions

Day 26,646 - Images from the I Ching: Mountain [The Unmoving] over Sky [The Seeking] (Hexagram 07 - Energy) --> changing towards [line 2] --> Mountain [The Unmoving] over Fire [The Clinging] (Hexagram 23 - Elegance) ... In this image, the Sky spreads out within a valley surrounded by Mountains ... Within the Sky nestled between mountains there can be increased moisture and protection from extreme temperatures ... These conditions could favor the growth of crops, orchards and livestock ... From this comes the nurture of humanity ... Streams and rivers follow the open beds within the valley floor. It is here that rich soil abounds, around which cities, industry and jobs grow ... There is a special sensation that overcomes us as we descend from a high ridge into a fertile valley ... It is our visceral, innate understanding of the ways that the Universe provides opportunities for us to flourish and find safe places to establish homes and communities ... From this we can discern that those elements of life with which we so closely identify (language, community, relationships, careers, opportunities, dreams) are facilitated, enhanced, prompted, blocked and channeled by the fertile valleys that we encounter ...

There is one old inner Yang(Seeking) line in the second position that is dying. It will give birth to a new young Yin(Embracing) line, moving the inner Creative Sky towards the Clinging Fire ... This Fire will light up the Mountain from below, bringing into full radiant view the magnificence that surrounds us ... This may mean that we have worked diligently to develop relationships, tools, careers, skills, homes or community as the opporutnities presented by the Universe have appeared. Now we can think of presenting those accomplishments to the world around us ... Light up that Mountain, that world, that looms above and around us ... Allow that flame that is within us to demonstrate that which we have accomplished ... Yes, there is also a time for that ... Il Matto ...

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Sunday, 7 November 2010

High Tech Intruder

High Tech Intruder
(inside Cray 2 lab - 1985)
---------

Early in the morning--
behind security
and windows
shut down with shades...

Classified
Secretive

Hidden from the eyes of the
Uncertified

complexity

thirty million dollars
to buy one

supercomputers we called them then
untouchable
protected
like magic wands
and incantations

a cold war maze
entranced by Crays

but in one corner
oblivious
of its transgression

--its belly softly quivering--
was a mouse

watching me
watching it

as flourinert
cascades down plexiglass
and gallium arsenide

there's a cruise missle somewhere
awaiting this--

the mouse skitters underneath
the floorboards
--where cables
slither
--and dwell

it's 3:00am
and the sun is far away

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Dream 26,645

Dream 26,645
---------

i dreamed that we were
acrobats
on a trapeze ...
_you and i_

flying with the seemless music
of a silent night

imersed in the joy
of weightless
revelry

you and i--
--la contessa and il matto---
--through air
--through darkness
--through time

i turn over in the bed
and hold her

hovering
softly

just before the light

josjr (2010 1106)

Saturday, 6 November 2010

Day 21,645



Day 21,645 - 2010 1106
Belov-ED Days - 4,556
Saturday
James Oliver Smith, Jr.
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I Ching images

Fu Hsi 21: Family, Household
-------- Wind (Spirit, Breath, Wood, Tree, Forest)
--------x Thighs
--- --- The Gentle, The Penetrating, The Spiritual, The Inspiration

-------- Fire (Sun, Light, Vision, Hearth, Campfire)
--- --- Eye
--------x The Clinging, The Clarity, The Warmth

changing towards

Fu Hsi 55: Stillness, Mountain, Solitude, Meditation
-------- Mountain (Boulder, Tower, Building, Wall)
--- --- Hand
--- --- The Unmoving, The Restful, The Obstacle

-------- Mountain (Boulder, Building, Wall, Tower, Cliff)
--- --- Hand
--- --- The Unmoving, The Ripose, The Obstacle, The Advantage

Day 26,645 - Images from the I Ching: Wind [The Gentle] over Fire [The Clinging] (Hexagram 21 - Family) --> changing towards [lines 1,5] --> Mountain [The Unmoving] over Mountain [The Mountain] (Hexagram 55 - Stillness) ... The first image is one of Wind(Spirit) over Fire, a strong indicator of souls(people) gathered around the community fire, their breaths mingling beneath the open sky, within a shared cavern, in a meeting hall or even in a publich square ... This could be a place of worship, an evening meal or simply the beginning or ending of the day ... These are times when humans communicate, commiserate or participate in shared activities ... Warmth emanates from the fire and a sense of security can rise from the presence of kindred spirits ... There is strength within a community that has created a context for this sharing experience ...

Two Yang(Seeking) lines are dying bringing about both inner and outer changes. Both the Wind and the Fire move in the direction of Mountain, forming Mountain over Mountain, the Unmoving. A strong, supportive and healthy community can offer the stability of the Mountain, as well as the wisdom that comes down from the Mountain as the sages return from their meditations on high ledges. Even the most nefarious threats can be held back by this stalwart Moutain ... Il Matto ...

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Friday, 5 November 2010

Day 21,643



Day 21,643 - 2010 1105
Belov-ED Days - 4,555
Friday
James Oliver Smith, Jr
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I Ching images

Fu Hsi 58: Assembling, Gathering, Bringing Together
--- --- Lake (River, Brook, Ocean, Sea, Pond)
--------x Mouth
-------- The Joyful, The Happiness, The Expression, The Emotion

--- --- Earth (Land, Ground, Canyon, Valley)
--- --- Belly, Solar Plexus
--- --- The Embracing, The Creation, The Yielding

changing towards

Fu Hsi 60: Repose, Harmony, Enthusiasm, Delight
--- --- Thunder (Lightning, Electricity, Viper)
--- --- Foot
-------- The Arousal, The Movement, The Action

--- --- Earth (Plains, Valley, Desert, Canyon, Ground)
--- --- Belly, Solar Plexus
--- --- The Embracing, The Creation, The Yielding

Day 26,643 - Images from the I Ching: Lake [The Joyous] over Earth [The Embracing] (Hexagram 58 - Assembling) --> changing towards [lines 5] --> Thunder [The Arousal] over Earth [The Embracing] (Hexagram 60 - Repose) ... One of the things I enjoy about each image from the I Ching is that there is always a connection to the artifacts and activities of every era ... In Lake over Earth we have water that is contained or channeled in some way upon the Earth, like a sea, a river, a pond or a stream ... These channels and reservoirs, visually and functionally, are great natural analogs for network nodes and communication links ... Like computer and telecommunication networks, the images of Lake spread over Earth is an image of Assembling, Gathering and Bringing Together ... The Joyful, expressive, mouth of the Lake calls out, draws people into community through the Earth, giving rise to cities, cultures, languages, rituals and customs, the things which link us together into a network of nations, roads, continents and cities ... They are the neurons of our brains, the rivers of Earth and mechanics of the galactic that define us, our personalities and our destinies ... This is an image in which we can celebrate the interconnectedness of everything we are individually and collectively ...

The outer aging Yang(Seeking) line in the fifth position of the Hexagram is dying and giving birth to the Yin(Embracing line that will bring the Lake into the electric catalyst of Thunder crackling in the wake of fresh storms that recharge the Earth, nourish the green world and surround us all with the essence of the living ... Il Matto ...

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