Rhinocerus fan soup

(This piece was inspired after reading about the Zen kaon referred to as “Bring me the Rhinoceros!”  in a book about how to allow Zen koans (and they’re strangeness) to work on your mind to help you open up to the mystery of the Truth. It is a bit of a jig on that Zen master’s masterful stroke. I hope it makes you smile and wonder.)

 

ingredients:

rhinoceros

chopped onions

a broth made of your emotions.

Add chopped onions to broth; simmer.

When done, pour into delicate porcelain bowl, white, painted with little blue flowers.

Now, dip rhinoceros.

 

 

 

 

 

waking up

March 30th 2017

This poem was written  a week or two ago, during meditation.

I was meditating, and felt I needed to express lovingkindness and compassion as part of my process right then. It seemed like the most caring thing I could do was to write a poem for my friends at IBMR’S Thursday Sangha’s, to help you all see your way toward experiencing what I’m experiencing these days. I don’t know if  you “do” emotion, but the joy I felt as I wrote this down to share with you all, caused me to just wail….several times.

I hope it will help you feel both courage and freedom to step forward on your path, in confidence that you are moving toward your own greatest happiness.

 

waking up

take off these shabby clothes;

underneath you are the sun

let go those tatters you still cling to,

and shine

shine

 

take off the mask and cape

the dress-up wig and pearls

and shiny ballroom gown

that auntie lets you play with.

 

time to get out of the toy choo-choo

the plastic airplane

the hidey hole you dug in the sand

 

it was wonderful for a time to play

with all your might;

to pretend you were a knight, or housewife

a captain of a whaler, or a cook

 

it was really great fun for a while

but now you’re tired and kind of hungry

so get off the merry-go-round horsey

and come have the most wonderful lunch

 

filling, satisfying, so good

 

You had a lot of fun,

you really played your heart out, I know

and you were great;

nobody could kill the dragons better than you

 

but pretend time can wear a body out,

performance is hard work and after a while it gets a little old

so help Sally put away the stage curtains made of old drapes,

the schoolhouse desks and homework you graded that she wrote

put the soldier backpack away

and the diver’s goggles

 

look now at all your playmates,

irritable, hungry,

Hannah smacked Georgie on the head

because she just needed something to hit

and that there he was, getting on her nerves.

 

take Georgie in one arm, Hannah in the other

both howling

and guide them to the table

where there is a good good lunch

 

when you care for someone hurting,

you both take a bite of wholeness

so eat up now, I promise,

every taste of compassion

will remind you of That,

the Wholeness that you really are

 

Every bite of caring for another

gives you strength to eat the whole world.

 

Story time;

 

Now and then some clouds gather

and cover up the sun almost completely for a while;

very little light gets through

and after a while, you might be tempted to think

the clouds really won; they finally smothered the sun

and we’ll never see its happy light again.

 

But you know of course it’s an illusion.

 

Here’s what I want to tell you;

 

You are that sun

that brilliant light in my story.

And I know that you always knew

those flimsy vaporous clouds

were just a momentary illusion,

 

a trick the weather played on you

about a vast celestial object;

so big and brilliant they never had a chance;

you knew, you never doubted

what was really true

 

So now, try not to stare too hard at

these vapors and shadows you see around you

making it look like

this world is real,

like we are all tiny separate souls

alone, lonely,

 

remember not to call this darkness real

instead, see, feel the light of the sun that you are;

see the light in your friends here now,

waiting for that good meal, hungry and tired

when you can’t see the light in you, see it in them;

it’s the same light…

 

that girl, throwing her tantrum

on the playroom floor just now

see her frustration, feel it

 

then feel behind it to the light

that is who she really is

it is also who you really are

 

sooth her

help her to her feet

help her wash her hands and get her plate

 

go with her to the table

and help her choose a sandwich and take a bite

every bite of compassion that she takes

is a bite you take as well

 

every act of empathy, of love

is a bite of wholeness

a little nourishment,

is a bite out of those clouds

That block your light

 

every act of empathy is

a reminder of what it was like

what it will feel like once again

when you let go completely

all the tattered rags of stories and pretendings

 

gradually, gradually relax,

let go all that covers up the truth

all that hides you from

the oneness of all those people

that are also you–

each one pretending to be

a movie star or a soldier or a teacher or a nun

 

then there will be only that one vast sun

 

soon, after not so long

you’ll get good at this letting go

and you will feel so peaceful

one day, you will finally relax completely,

and just let yourself shine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sealed with a kiss

March 31, 2017

 

There never was a prince…

The princess, she herself the frog;

She only forgot

 

Now she looks down into the mirror of the well’s pool

Into the froggy face peering back at her

And her heart grows soft again

 

Then reaches,

Touching gentle lips to green reflection

And…

 

She never meant to sleep this long

But a good story needs a plot twist

And the apple was a nice touch

 

She gazes now

at the beauty looking back

not from well’s waters but from heart’s;

 

smiles

And disappears into her smile

That stretches from

 

Before the universe

Upon which she slept, soft,

a bed of roses, mostly not thorns

 

to ever after

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HAI–Humans being Human

Hello all, 

Just found my tribe, my people. 

Spent a weekend on retreat at a workshop created by HAI; Human Awareness Institute. 

HAI is basically a community of Humans being human together, living at fully conscious, intentional choice and consent about every moment of their relationships, and embracing and celebrating compassionately all our diversities of being, thought, and experience. 

You can find out more about HAI at HAI.org, But here is part of their home page to give you an idea of what they are about:

Want to feel more love in your life?

love

Everyone deserves lives filled with love and loving connections.  It’s really that simple.

You deserve it. No matter how much love you already have in your life, or how little, our workshops will help you to have more.  Too often, our life experiences cause us to be wary of intimacy, or not know how to connect.

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At the Love, Intimacy and Sexuality Workshops, we create a safe environment that encourages stepping into the flow of intimacy.  Give yourself richer friendshipswarmer family dynamics, and extraordinary depth in all your relationships.  Open to a world of joy and connection and allow yourself to naturally and comfortably express your heartfelt love and intimacy.

The Human Awareness Institute (HAI) weekend workshops

Learn to communicate your deepest feelings

Live at choice

Improve your body image and discover your innate beauty

Discover the joy of knowing how to connect with others

Examine and change the habits and patterns that get in the way of love

Risk, Trust, Listen, Share, Honor, Laugh

Embrace your sexuality as a special – and sacred – part of your life

At our weekend Love workshops you will discover how your habits and beliefs about love, intimacy and sexuality affect your relationships, body image, sexual satisfaction, and ability to find love.

As I said: humans being human.  I think many indigenous peoples still know how to do this, but many or most of us in the “civilized” portions of the world, could, in my opinion at least, really benefit from the refresher course and community of humans that HAI is.  Go see for yourself; they give mini workshops all over the world. It’s a wonderful experience. 

don’t see the damage from the testosterone; see her

(I apologize before-hand that what I have written may make it seem like all transgender women think or feel or experience themselves and their world exactly the same, or exactly as I do. The story I tell here, which is mostly my own, has a great deal in common with many transgender women. However there are many exceptions to any aspect of shared experience for us just as for any experience women or even people in general often have. I have kept thing simple here so that the narrative could be shorter and to keep it from losing force.  Also, as more and more people take the courage to open up about their experience of gender, we learn that there are many more genders than just male and female. I’ve not talked about them also for simplicity’s sake, and because I am no authority on other genders. Out of respect for people of other genders, I will let them speak for themselves; as I become aware of blog posts and articles written by those who are, I will post links to them in this blog. )
When you see a transgender woman who is an adult in the ‘otts, you will likely see a woman whose body has been ravaged by testosterone. I say “ravaged” because the *person* inside the body feels vastly different about who she is than her body may look to you as well as to her; and even *feels* vastly different to her than she feels about herself.
The look of this body and the way it feels because of the male hormones she lives with, may often cause her to feel a truly awful chasm between who she *is*, how her body looks and feels to her, and how others may generally perceive her.
 
This does not mean than she is less of a woman than other woman are. It does not mean that she less of a woman than you are, if you are a woman; even if she does not look the way you think she should or do all of the things you think she should do to “look more feminine,” or to “look more like a woman.” 
After all, what does a woman “look like?” When is any woman not a woman because of the way she “looks?”  When are you not a woman because you of the way you look? Not a woman because you do not have the right bone structure, the right kind of hair, the right skin tone, the right age, the right manners, or because you have not performed all of the feminizing cosmetic regimen prescribed to you by our infinitely wise and all-benevolent culture, media, and politicians? When do conditions outside of your sense of who you are make YOU not a woman, or not a man? Why would you think she is any different?
 
So, why doesn’t she do more to “look feminine?” For one thing, she almost certainly knows something that you probably also know, but may need make yourself consciously aware of: that is, that *no matter how many things she does to “look feminine” or how much money she spends on products to help her with this never-ending task, you and others will still nearly invariably and unthinkingly judge her as *not having done enough* to convince you she is a woman.  There will always be something more she could have done, or less, or other. Most adult transgender women who are currently transitioning know we will always lose the battle to “look like a woman enough to convince” many, many people–perhaps most. So, we have to choose our battles, and we have to know when to let go and do something more important.
If you’re not convinced I am a woman, then it’s not me that needs to do any more work; it’s you.
 
It takes a woman who is transitioning to presenting female quite a lot more time and effort to do these things than it does you, because she is learning as an adult and not from age 3, as you probably did. She is also building a wardrobe from scratch,  learning and buying makeup; she has to shave before she can begin to think about makeup, her eyebrows will need more plucking than you can imagine, her face will mostly still look that way no matter what makeup she applies, and anyway she has poorly developed motor skills and a vacuum of information when it comes to makeup application, hair and wig care, moisturizers and skin care (which she probably hasn’t been doing all these years,) etc.
 
And we won’t even go into how she may very well (as I am) be living with chronic pain and/or chronic fatigue or any number of other disabilities that other women also live with.
Then there is the matter of how, being transgender, she probably got fired the moment she came out, and can’t get hired anywhere, not even McDonalds, so, yeah, all that stuff society tells women to buy and apply so we can “look more feminine?” All that “feminizing, anti-aging” stuff they pay women less at work so we can pay more to buy?  Well, how is a woman who is trans going to buy that stuff–and also spend *thousands* and even tens of thousands of dollars, and years of her life on painful facial hair zapping and feminizing facial surgical reconstruction and genital reconstruction, all so that after that you will *still* call her a man? You do the math; let’s compare our totals. I get nada, how about you?
Most of us will never have time or money enough to convince you we are women; but you can do the job simply by updating your mind. It will take time and mental practice, but you can learn to accept my femininity if you *choose* to. 
What about clothes? Do you look at the body of a woman who is transgender and think that she looks less than feminine in them than other women? She’s on a steep learning curve when it comes to clothes as well, building an entire wardrobe from scratch; for work, casual, play, formal; all on the meager budget of a transgender woman.  I still don’t even own a pair of women’s sneakers that fit me, or a women’s tee-shirt. 
When a trans sister does find things that are affordable and her size, even then, most of these items still look terrible on her shape; and the ones that don’t look too bad will still feel awful, because they have been designed for bodies that are shaped differently. Women’s bodies, you will say. Yes, I reply–they were designed for some women’s bodies. Certainly not for the bodies of all cis women, even. And virtually never are clothes you can buy of the wrack designed to highlight the femininity of transgender women. 
 
Your mind may very well at this point reply (in spite of your conscious effort to be empathetic–your mind was after-all socialized in the context of a world that consistently denied the existence of trans women while simultaneously ridiculing us non-stop, 24/7  in the media, showing you how *ridiculous* we are. You may not realize this, but we watch and we’ve seen this. You can always is always a joke about us on some channel day or night,) your mind may say, “the blouse or dress does not fit because you are a man.”
 
Please try this for me; ask your mind, “who am *I*?” Are you a woman? A man? How do you know? If everyone in the world became convinced tomorrow that you were not a woman but a man, or not a man but a woman, would you stop being the gender that you know you are today? If not, then why not? Because you know you, right? You know how you feel about your gender.
Your feeling sense of you doesn’t change just because someone else decides you are not the gender you know yourself to be. You are what you are. You are you.
 
And She is also she. No matter what the shape of her body, no matter what the shape of her face, etc. Even the testosterone she has lived with up until she got medical help with that noxious toxin (if medical help was available to her) could not convince her that she was not herself, *because she is she*. (And trust me, she is very probably highly allergic to that hormone.)
When I encountered the word “transgender” for the first time at age 46, I said immediately, “this is me”  And then I found a counselor and spent 4 years trying to psychoanalyze my femininity away. I wanted very much to convince myself it was a thought-problem, and not real.
During that time I also researched the lives of transgender women and men, found out about all the things you deal with in order to transition, all the things you a have to learn and do,  and everything other people do and say to and about you. I tried to scare myself straight, is what I’m saying. And this didn’t work either; nothing worked. I was staring straight at the end of my marriage, my job, my life, and I could not do anything but go forward.
  So I thought I had convinced myself after 4  years of therapy that I could live pretending to be a man in spite of my inner sense of my gender. I said so to myself, my therapist, and my wife. But then 6 months later I literally could not prevent myself from coming out at work and starting transition. In spite of the fact that I knew I had no plan for how to live on my own, I separated from my wife who had made it clear for the past 20 years that she did not want to be married to a woman, and began a process transition that I knew was a grueling and perilous 24 month slog.
The first week after I changed my email name at work to a feminine one, I was warned that I would be let go if I couldn’t meet a productivity goal that I had not been held to for 5 years.  This was my welcome into womanhood. Not a stain of blood in the crotch of my jeans that I would have vastly preferred and welcomed. You may think they are equal; perhaps they are.
So yeah, I knew what was going to happen, and in spite of that I could not deny the reality of who I am.  That is how powerful this sense of my gender is. This is how I know who I am. Because nothing I or anyone else has tried or threatened has ever been able to change my mind.  So many of us have felt and done the same. For those of us who have, that is how we know who we are.
 
So when you see a transgender woman, the person you see is a woman. This woman will have risked and endured things that you cannot imagine. You probably have too; some of them will be different, some the same, but please understand she is not riding rose-bowl float into womanhood. She working and struggling, trudging and scrambling and scraping, just as so many of us women do. Society doesn’t make it any easier for trans women than it does for any of the rest of us women.
A woman in transition will have risked her life, will daily risk her life to show you who she really is. She will also have saved her life by finally taking that risk to become authentic, in expressing her true gender in the face of unimaginable pressure not to. So many women in this world have died for being honest about their gender–so very many more of us have killed ourselves because we could not see a way to tell the truth about ourselves and live as the women we were in this world that we have to live in.
 
So please consider that the way you choose think about us, how you perceive us and, yes, even how you relate to us, is one of the most feminizing things that can be done, and one of the easiest.  
When you see a transgender woman–when you see me–please take responsibility to remind yourself, however often you need to, however many times necessary, that the person you are looking at is a woman, no more and no less. She is not a stereotype of a woman or an approximation or a pretension of a woman; she is not a male mental patient with delusions of femininity; she is not a joke. She is not a man in a dress. (How would you like to be called that, not once, but over and over and over?)  She is just a female human being. A woman who just wants to live in the world as herself–as you also want to do.
What I’m telling you that when you see a transgender woman, the woman you are looking at is one of the fiercest women you will ever meet, and everything you know about women, all that we all go through, feel, live, experience, wish for and wish to avoid or escape, all of this is about her as much as it is about you or any other woman. You may not think so, but if you get to know her, if she lets you get to know her, you will find out that this is so. 
When your mind objects to this idea of recognizing the femininity of your transgender sister, you might also ask yourself;  would you ever wish to grow up constantly having your body shaped, your mind and heart colored and fueled by testosterone? How many of you would wish to live with that hormone, the experience of which I can only describe as sensory and emotional deprivation for a woman. 
This, testosterone in the wrong body, is a woman’s issue too. Please add it to your list. And then look past it to the woman who endured it.
She is no different than you, after all. She’s not out to take over the world. She just wants to live as herself. 
So see her.
There’s nothing about birth or social status. Anger toward social injustice will remain until the goal is achieved. It has to remain.

—His Holiness the Dalai Lama, “The (Justifiably) Angry Marxist

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Not quite poetry and certainly not pithy wisdom; Observations from Transition and such…

Not quite poetry and certainly not pithy wisdom; Observations from Transition and such…

On testosterone:
He was a sexy, sexy man, testosterone–a human drug–he was always ready to sex me up. Always in my pants and I could not get him out of my crotch. He was single-minded; he was driven. I loved him for that, and I hated that man even more for same.

On estrogen:
Now my sexuality and sensuality are vague dreams, mists of sandalwood and patchouli incense, wandering through and around me and also just out of reach, constantly, periodically and never–and now I long for someone to come and make it all clear–really crisp and bright for just one moment now and then–like summer lightning that flashes on rain-pelted fields for just a moment. Maybe even that man, that sexy man–only this time I swear he’ll have to be in somebody else’s body.

On my gender:
I said of/to myself, “I am Ridiculous; Ridiculous is my gender. It is my nature and my choice. I have no other nature and no other choice. My color is all the colors of a rainbow of purple, and all the raspberry, and also every color that clashes with them truest and best.  If anyone asks me, in tone or in upraised eyebrow or by misgendering me (‘Sir?’ and ‘yes sir’, etc. etc.), I’ll tell them this truth; that a life without ridicule is a life only half-lived.”

On the sorry state of your self-love life:
If you’ve lived 40 or 50 years, and you’ve not learned how to be your own best, truest and deepest lover, why would I think you could do anything for me? You had the raw materials there with you all this time; why were you not practicing your arts on that person who would tell you the truth about your skills, and perfecting them? You had all the pigments, colors in your body, in your sad heart, that you needed; why did you not paint the miracles you wanted, needed, had to have, in your own self until they manifested?

Bhante Henepola Gunaratana on Vipassana Meditation BY BHANTE HENEPOLA GUNARATANA| DECEMBER 8, 2016

 

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http://www.lionsroar.com/why-meditate/

I see some people have liked this post.  I would like to mention, that I have found this practice to be really useful for myself personally. Although I meditated yoga-style for 18 years and made a lot of progress that way, I’ve only done Vipassana for about a month and have found it enables me to discover and heal childhood trauma and other wounds, and release the egoic desires, aversions, and identifications which turned difficult situations into actual trauma and suffering, much faster than I was ever able to do through the yoga.

Not to say that the yoga wasn’t useful; it was and is. Currently it has enabled my mind under the direction of my consciousness, to be the “rubber room” I always thought I would need in order to heal this stuff. I don’t think it would be nearly so easy to peacefully and gracefully deal with the things coming up if I hadn’t developed those skills and understandings first.

Do you need to learn yoga to do Vipassana? I imagine it all depends on who you are and what your history and the makeup of your mind is.  All I want to communicate here is that I’ve found each of these practices to be really helpful for me.

 

 

 

The Disability Community is Aligning to make the Democratic Party Stronger Together — shiksappeal speaks

Today, “The Mighty” published my most recent piece about politicians discriminating against the disabled in their rallies, fundraising events and campaign offices. Here is the link: https://themighty.com/2016/08/voters-with-disabilities-and-the-2016-presidential-election/ Please share.

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