Sunday, May 1, 2011

RELIGION PART II

The Buddha used death as his last great teaching;
as did Jesus.
The Buddha didn’t have to die;
Jesus didn’t have to die.
 Nay, Nay.
The kind Tibetan Monk warned us not to compare.
“Do not try to make different religious traditions fit.
Each has its own beauty, point of view, quality.
We should understand each one as it is.
It’s an insult to religious tradition
to make them the same.
The Buddhist don’t kill any living thing.
That’s a tenant of their faith.
Other faiths believe differently.
Some traditions give up worldly possessions
and live meagerly.
Each morning they take their empty bowl
and wait for someone to put food in it.
Who would put food in the bowl if everyone did this?
Some live, permanently or temporarily,
in a little hut with a board for a bed,
A shelf for worldly belongings,
If lucky, a chair and table.
 Jesus replied:
"Foxes have dens to live in, and birds have nests,
but the Son of Man has no place even to lay his head."  Luke 9:58

City Creek: Luxury living, temple views and 'new urbanism'

The Salt Lake LDS temple is shown through the window of a ninth floor condo at the City Creek Condos in downtown Salt Lake City.
The Salt Lake Tribune
Published: April 25, 2011 06:16PM
When Matt Dickamore designed the decor of model units at the Richards Court condominiums in the new City Creek development, he found it helpful to envision imaginary clients.
For a 1,900 square-foot unit with a partial view of Temple Square, he named the imaginary clients “Bob and Linda,” envisioning a wealthy couple approaching retirement.
“All the kids have moved on and Bob and Linda have traveled the world,” explains Dickamore, creative director at Denton House, an interior design and architecture firm. “They have grandkids and they bought this place to be their second home. It will be their primary home when they retire.”
A few steps away from their door is the 900-square-foot abode of “David and Veronica,” a young couple with a “hip vibe to their life,” Dickamore says. “They like things simplified and streamlined.” And judging from the impossible tidiness of the model, the couple is “also a little bit OCD,” he says, smiling.
The two model units, whose interiors were designed by Salt Lake-based Denton House, offer a glimpse into the unexpected complications designers faced in selling and decorating these upscale condos. These urban homes are a key part of the rising multi-use development that will buffer Temple Square from the rest of the city.
On one hand, City Creek represents The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints’ monumental foray into “new urbanism,” with its emphasis on a walkable downtown where residents live, work and play.
On the other hand, local designers say City Creek’s Portland-based developers and architects, familiar with the Northwest’s urban scene, were thrown off-balance. They were surprised that buyers of City Creek condos tilted toward older couples wanting to retire near the spiritual center of their faith, rather than young professionals seeking first homes in a urban environment.
Instead of young professionals who want to live and work downtown surrounded by restaurants, clubs, museums and other amenities, buyers at City Creek tend to be aging baby boomers in their 50s and 60s. The condos are considered second homes or weekend retreats, she says.
No one familiar with Utah, of course, would be surprised. After all, these are pricey properties: Bob and Linda’s condo goes for $1 million, not counting the interior design, while a full-on Temple view costs upward of $2 million.
City Creek’s clients, so far, appear to be LDS members who want to live and retire near one of the church’s holiest sites. Denton House has yet to work with a non-Mormon client in connection with City Creek, Buchan says.
Moreover, designing for this older LDS group brings challenges, Buchan says. About 90 percent of the time, the condos have two residents, she says, but occupancy explodes during the remaining 10 percent.
“Especially on holidays and during [LDS Church] Conference, these things are really full,” Buchan says. “They want to have a lot of sleeping spaces. We had to get really creative in putting in bunk-bed spaces to sleep a large family.”
A case in point: One completed 2,200 square-foot condo in the 10-story Richards Court has a spectacular view of the Salt Lake LDS Temple through a 9-foot-by-20-foot panoramic window. An office, also with a Temple view, has a fold out double bed and a triple bunk bed concealed behind the cabinetry. “Whenever they have extra family visiting, they have the three-high bunk beds for kids,” she says. “That’s the kind of flexibility we had to design for.”
A visitor can’t help being struck by the irony of standing in a luxurious condominium, gazing down on the Temple and Tabernacle built by the sweat and faith of Mormon pioneers.
Anonymous Readers Reaction:
1.        It's a new concept on Jesus’ teachings .. instead of chasing the money changers away from the temple .. you build them elitist homes next door.
2.       "On one hand, City Creek represents The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints’ monumental foray into new urbanism". What the heck is a church, a tax exempt entity that is supposedly "spiritual" in nature doing "foraying" into ANY business venture?? I call it absolute hypocrisy.
3.       Several years ago I had a friend who was dying and so was her baby. Her husband called the bishop and elders quorum president, and several others, asking them to come down to the hospital to help give her a blessing. Each and everyone of these people said they had to attend a stake meeting that day or evening.  Finally, my friend's husband called my husband, and asked him to come down to the hospital to help give her and their baby a blessing. You need to understand they were dying...the baby did die later. My husband's mother was in the hospital with cancer, and they were considering doing bone marrow transplant...so he was under his own stress. He went...no questions asked.  When I learned the details, of how the bishopric and elders quorum pres. were in a hurry to get to their stake meeting, here is the question I asked my home teacher and my bishop: What if the Lord had come to their meeting? What would he have said: I put forward he would have said something like this:  Brothers why are you here, at this meeting, when your sister and mine, and her child are in the hospital dying. Why are you here instead of doing my work? Why is this meeting more important then doing my work among our sister and her baby?  So tonight I ask the general authorities of the LDS church...what exactly would the Lord say to them...as they gaze out at the view of the temple, etc., in those multi million and multi hundred thousand dollars apartments. Would the lord be proud, or would he ask about the hungry child crying in the back room of some trailer house. Would he be more concerned about the father and mother struggling to pay their bills, buy food and keep a roof over the heads of their children. Just exactly where would the Lord rather have had all those billions invested...in tall buildings, marble hallways, and million dollars apartments...or in his brothers and sisters, who are crying in the night from hunger, cold and fear?
Wealth is highly valued and rewarded
in our religious culture.
posh red velvet seats in the tabernacle;
limousines, thick carpets, exquisite decorations;
1st class hotels, 1st class flights, entourage
While in Tahiti
We spent an afternoon visiting with the
Temple Recorder
He mentioned a recent visit of a General Authority
How the people planned and prepared for his visit
With luscious island food
Gifts a year in the making of quilts
And robes
lavished upon the visiting authorities.
“I wonder,” he pondered,
“if they stopped to realize how much these faithful
islanders sacrificed to do this for them.
They are so poor.
They don’t have enough food to eat;
Clothes to wear,
Or adequate shelter.
When I was a missionary here 40 years ago
everyone could pick
Fruit and have an abundance of food.
Not any more.
The French testing bombs
Has polluted the water
And the air.
The natural food supply has vanished.
They will go hungry for a long time.”

Truly no austere huts for us.
No alms bowls.
And I’m afraid some get puffed up with power.
What is it they say?
“Power corrupts.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
—Lord Acton
 Power will intoxicate the best hearts, as wine the strongest heads.  No man is wise enough nor good enough to be trusted with unlimited power.  Walter Colto
 That they may be conferred upon us, it is true; but when we undertake to cover our sins, or to gratify our pride, our vain ambition, or to exercise control or dominion or compulsion upon the souls of the children of men, in any degree of unrighteousness, behold, the heavens withdraw themselves; the Spirit of the Lord is grieved; and when it is withdrawn, Amen to the priesthood or the authority of that man.
Behold, ere he is aware, he is left unto himself, to kick against the pricks, to persecute the saints, and to fight against God.
We have learned by sad experience that it is the nature and disposition of almost all men, as soon as they get a little authority, as they suppose, they will immediately begin to exercise unrighteous dominion.
Hence many are called, but few are chosen.
No power or influence can or ought to be maintained by virtue of the priesthood only by persuasion by long-suffering, by gentleness and meekness, and by love unfeigned;
By kindness, and pure knowledge, which shall greatly enlarge the soul without hypocrisy, and without guile.—D&C 121
Sadly, I can never remember being interviewed by a Priesthood leader who I felt cared about me specifically.  All followed the handbook; all asked the questions; but I felt no love, no concern, no interest; no genuine acceptance, understanding, or inclusion.
And in one tragic instance, I actually felt “the heavens withdraw themselves”.  Was the Spirit of the Lord aggrieved?
 Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.  Luke 12:27
 I’ll remain strong in the faith
of my fathers and mothers
Maybe turn to Yoga to cleanse and purify
Yoga is a science; not a religion
savasana – corpse pose – my favorite
here in these moments of stillness and silence
- rejuvenation; replenishment -
Namaste
(May the teacher and the light in me honor
the teacher and the light in you.)

RELIGION PART I

I have been fascinated with the logic and beauty of the words of the Tibetan Monk I listened to on the Podcast:
 We believe that attachment
is the basis for all suffering.
You wouldn’t get angry if you realized
that what makes you angry is not going to last.
You have to understand the impermanence of all things,
except our minds.
Even the most horrible situation doesn’t last.
Why be jealous?  Why be proud?  Nothing lasts.
We waste our lives getting attached
to meaningless things.
Delusions temporarily obscure our mind;
the potential may be obscured
but can never be taken away.
Everything we get in this life we lose;
always decaying; can’t hold onto.
Impermanence of things is inescapable.
We get attached to so many things that have no value.
The work of this life is endless;
never brings satisfaction.
First World countries offers so many comforts;
yet we have all these things
and still find life empty and meaningless.
What is fantastic?
What is wonderful?
What is reliable?
The mind.
It doesn’t decay, it doesn’t rust.
Definition of mind:
That which is clear and knowing.
Not talking about the brain,
or electrical images produced by the brain.
Our mind is beginningless and endless.
The deluded mind comes to an end
but the true mind is indestructible.
It knows, experiences, feels.
Nothing else does that.
Only the mind does that.
The mind sees things as they actually are.
The mind knows; it has the potential
to know everything perfectly
when delusions are removed.
Free mind of disturbing thoughts
and the mind will know.
Anger and hate are gone.
The mind knows another human being with love;
knows with compassion 100%.
We all have some degree of kindness, patience,
generosity, intelligence, love, compassion,
tolerance, perseverance, sensitivity, wisdom.
The true nature of our mind will never betray us.
‘We can rely on, take refuge in,
the pure nature of our mind.
The deluded mind lies to us.
Treat every sentinel being
as if they were your kind mother.
How could you possibly harm anyone
who has possibly been your mother?
Father?  Brother?  Sister?  Friend?
Wake up and use this life in a meaningful way.
 May you be filled with loving kindness.
May you be well.
May you be peaceful and at ease.
May you be happy.
       Ancient Tibetan Buddhist Blessing
    Do you find that enthralling?  Beautiful?

I considered these exponents with interest
until in answer to a question, he said:
“You’re asking me if God exists?
God as Creator does not exist;
the Creator does not exist.”
STOP.
Suddenly, I knew
How very much
I value our concept of a loving Heavenly Father
who cares about me personally.
I need someone to look over me.
To be there for me.
He can appoint a Guardian Angel.
I’d like that.
I just have to know that
someone with more sense than I’ve got
can guide and direct me.
I don’t think we can do it alone.
It’s too hard.
I believe the Joseph Smith story.
I believe he saw God the Father
and His Son Jesus Christ
when he prayed for guidance.
I feel a great deal of comfort
in the teachings of my youth;
I like to believe these things.
I believe Jesus lived on this earth
and died for our sins
that we may all be resurrected
and live with God, the Creator, again.

Friday, April 29, 2011

APRIL 29, 2011


As we were coming home from the gym at 1 PM,
the temp was 42 degrees;
snow flurries.
5 PM
Snow on the rooftops;
snow on the mountains;
snow on the valleys;
snow on the garden;
snow on the deck;
snow on the table on the deck;
snow on the van top;
snow on the tulips.
Snow coming down like crazy.
Gather in the tomatoes, the peppers, and the broccoli.
Close the windows.
Light a fire in the fireplace.
Hunker down.
Watch a good movie.
Watch the Royal Wedding.
Drats; the Endeavors’ launch was scrubbed
because of a faulty heater part
until at least Monday.
Am I complaining?
No tornadoes here.
Bless Alabama.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

DIRTY TOWELS

I get dang sick
of DeRay complaining
when I asked the “boys”
to throw their towels
down the dirty clothes chute
so I can wash them.
(As if it’s my privilege.)
“Again?  You just washed them yesterday.”
Or
“It hasn’t even been a week.”
Weary of the denigration,
I vowed I would never wash their towels again.
 I don’t think I was imagining that
The bathroom began to stink.
Going on two months.
Is it fair to Ed?
He didn’t complain.
“What color is Ed’s towel?
I want to wash his.”
I submit.
“Already?"
my husband asks in astonishment,
"It hasn’t even been a week.”

Sometimes time stands still.
In his mind, not mine.
A gender differential?

THE LAW OF COMPENSATION

Out to lunch with old friends,
LaRene who is in the middle of chemotherapy,
still facing radiation,
expressed her concern for her husband of
less than two years
who nursed his first wife
in the last years of her illness;
and for 55 years has taken care
of their
Special Needs restless autistic son
who has never talked;
is gradually getting so he can’t walk.
Several times a night
he’s up with him to go to the bathroom;
changing clothes and bedding
when necessary.
“If he would just show any love,
any appreciation,
any emotion.
Does Eddy express gratitude?
Show feelings?”
Yes.
Beautifully.
And it makes all the difference.
“It’s sure good, Mom.”
“You sure look nice, Mom.”
“Do you love me, Mom?”
“That’s a kiss for you, Mom.”
“Who do you love?”
“I sure enjoyed the dinner I had last night.”
“It’s good, Mom.”
“I love this Ward, Mom.”
“I love the Shepherds, Mom.”
“Thank you for the dinner, Mom.”
“I love this planet, Mom.”
“Thank you for taking me to the play.”
“Hi gorgeous.”
"Did you have a good time last night?"
“Thanks for lunch,
even thought it was last night’s dinner.”
“Thank you for the breakfast, Mom,
and for last night’s nasty dinner.”
When his dad teasingly said “Credit Onion”
Instead of “Credit Union”,
He warns,
“Somebody sure can’t enunciate.”
And my personal favorite,
“Don’t upset your wife.”
he cautions his dad.
Each night the last thing he says
as he turns out the light is,
“I’m enjoying the earth ride, Mom.”
Everything he says thrills me.
First three years,
he didn’t talk.
“I want him to talk,” I wail to my mother
as I drive her to her radiation treatments.
“It’s okay,” Mama comforts,
“He’ll be just fine in the next life.”
“NO!
I want to get to know him NOW.
I don’t want him to be a stranger
in our home.
I want to know what he’s thinking,
feeling, needing, hoping,
dreaming.
I don’t want his soul to be forever
locked in a silent hurt body.”
My prayers were answered.
 To this day
we spend mornings together,
playing educational games,
singing hymns,
reading,
triking,
swimming.
From 1:30 on, he entertains himself.
Selective TV watching,
music, DVD’s.
How I cherish his expressions
of love and appreciation
daily.
My heart aches for my friend LaRene,
her husband and his son.
And to paraphrase Lance Armstrong*,
“It’s not About the Cancer.”

When Ed was 7 years old,
I wrote in my journal:
I wish he were “normal”,
with good vision and coordination
and strength and confidence.
But he isn't.
And deep down
beneath all the hurt
and prayers and wishing
and even guilt,
I feel the most precious,
peaceful bond of love,
appreciation,
and admiration
for our little seven-year-old son;
. . .sometimes in my mind,
the tables are turned,
and I feel sorry
for all the mothers
who never experience that deep repose
which transcends all other feelings.
I am sure LaRene and Gary feel
this compensation towards Jeffrey also.
*It’s Not About the Bike;
My Journey Back to Life.”  By Lance Armstrong, winner of the Tour de France a record seven consecutive times, after having survived testicular cancer.
  



Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Spring Snow


     Falling
Falling
Where does it all go?
Spring snow
Spring snow
Three days now in a row.
None on the sidewalk;
Not even a speck;
Little on our lawn;
Little on our deck.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip
Melts fast as falls
It is much too late,
Doesn't Mother Nature know
For a severe spring snow?
April 9, 2011

Monday, April 4, 2011

SLEEPING WITH A MOOSE

I like summer and I like my brother and his wife to come out from Missouri but I do not like them to take me on a backpacking overnight trip.  Every year they say, “Where do you want to go this year?”  I don’t want to go at all.  My feet hurt.  I hate the uneven terrain.  I only like to walk on sidewalks.  Do they listen to me?  No.  They go right ahead and start gathering food and tents and sleeping bags.  Why don’t they pay attention?  I don’t want to go.
We are driving clear to Logan and hiking up Green Canyon.  I like the ride up.  I enjoy the scenery but I do not want to hike in.  No way.
We unload the cars and put on our backpacks.  “You can make it,” my brother says as he pats me on the back, “it’s only a mile or so.”
I think Mom is in cahoots with them because she helps load me up.
I do not want to do this.
I want to be in my own room listening to my music.
I’m sure it’s more than a mile.  “Are we there yet?”  I’m tired.
We finally came to a meadow by a stream.  “A perfect camping spot,” my brother says. 
We pitch three tents.  My mom and I are in one tent; Brent, my brother, and his wife Jan in one tent; and my sister Amy and her two friends, Bonnie and Becky, in another tent.
They cook a Dutch Oven dinner.  I’m always hungry but I don’t want to help.  I’m tired from that long hike.
I like to visit around the campfire.
We all go to bed.
During the night, we wake up scared.  We hear heavy breathing and something is pawing our tent.  I hear my mom pound on the tent and yell “Git!”  “Git!”
Is it a bear?
A mean guy?
What?
It gits.  
Clappidy, clappidy, clomp, clomp!
It seems like a long, long time but I finally fall back to sleep.
Oh no.
Heave – snort – heave – snort.
When Mom yells “Git” and pounds on the tent again, Brent calls from his tent.  “Mom!  Are you OK?  STAY IN YOUR TENT!  I THINK IT’S A MOOSE.”
“No,” Mom calls back, “it’s bigger than a mouse.  It’s at least a badger!”
Mom peeks out the window and sees Brent’s flashlight shining around.
It’s too dangerous to go out.  Even Brent says he is petrified; not knowing if it’s an animal with respiratory problems or a derelict human.
"I SEE IT.”  Brent is excited.  “IT’S A BIG ONE.  A THOUSAND-POUND MOOSE,”
“A MOOSE?” Mom yells. “He’ll eat us alive.”
“Moose are vegetarian,” Amy calls from her tent.
“Does it have to eat the grass right under my tent?” Mom asks.
By now, everyone is awake and chattering about the big moose.  More than one.  Two or three.  Did we camp by their waterhole and on their dinner?
When daylight finally came, Mom asked how I liked sleeping with a moose.
“I don’t,” I told her. “I’m glad you were here to tell him.  Of course, you treated him like a dog, telling him to ‘git’ three times.”
After breakfast as we were taking down the tents, I decided it was a rather exciting night, so I bragged, “I slept with a moose last night.  Not you, Mom.  I mean the animal.  You’re OK.  I sure enjoyed that moose last night.”
We had so much fun talking about sleeping with a moose all the way back to the car that I forgot my feet hurt and that I hate overnight backpacking hikes.  I can’t wait until Brent and Jan come out next summer.

For my writing class.  From Ed’s point of view, present tense.  It happened in 1995.