“In their traditional house, the Japanese have evolved a very special relationship between the home module and the surrounding public space, between “inside” and “outside.” For many Westerners a house is a thing, an object, or as the Bauhaus theorists defined it, a “machine for living.” But to the Japanese it is a context or rather a shifting set of smaller contexts within a larger one.”
Barrie B. Greenbie Space and Spirit in Modern Japan
“Pine tree says Good Morning, ” painting by Janney Y Z
I live a few houses away from the Alameda Creek Trail, its a levee which runs from the bay into the Niles Canyon area. You can walk or bike either side for about 10 miles. Many walk it regularly, some everyday, its not unusual to see people use these steps for exercise repeatedly going up and down,
There is an emptiness in the morning when the air is clean, and the sun rises over Mission Peak, like God’s Reveille calling you to another day,
It gives a meaning to the everyday lives of people,
With the “stay at home” guidelines, many people in this neighborhood are a little restless, cabin fever, but its only been about month or six weeks—Daruma sat in front of the wall at Shaolin and mediated for nine years.
One thing that has greatly increased along the path is the dog poop, The regulations are that people are supposed to pick up after their dog poops and dispose of it “properly.” Free plastic bags are available for this purpose at the Beard Road Staging area and probably at other locations along the trail.
Most people do, and then, some just leave it, But over the past six weeks increasingly people have been picking the dog poop with the plastic bag, tying it up and leaving it by the side of the trail.
People look different along the path, no one is required to look the same,
Its also a place were I like to fantasize, maybe its centuries ago like some European landscape painting along a river, some buildings, fields, maybe skaters on a frozen river running through the center of a small village of houses with smoke billowing from their chimneys . . .
Growing up I lived in areas which had a winter with cold, snow, ice, warm coats, goulashes, different from Fremont which has a rainy season and a few months of “jacket weather.”
Before the concept of a “market economy”—something we have always taken for granted—was just emerging in Europe.
A market economy is an economic system in which economic decisions and the pricing of goods and services are guided by the interactions of a country’s individual citizens and businesses.
That is kind of a “biased ” definition in that it wants to contrast a market economy to a centrally controlled economy, you know, “ socialism.” For a long time humans were mostly self sufficient, or in some sort of “relationship with varying degrees of “human bondage.” Provide for yourself, or provide for someone else on their terms.
The “provide for others who in turn provide for you” economy with a common division of labor was still developing. Human economic relationships were very different then.
When people do things they get better at it. Not every person is good at every thing, some people will be better than others at doing different things. Once humans are doing the things that enable them to survive, they do survive, and as they continue doing the things which enable them to survive they get better at it, and in the same period of time they can produce more than before, which means they make more than they need to survive. The magical ugly word, ”Surplus!!”
Does this mean there are more things than people need? or maybe they also spend more time making the things better—competition,? technological change? whatever with a surplus you have more than you need, or if you make a product better, you need customers who’ll appreciate it by spending more money and you need a market and an opportunity to sell int he market.
What happens when things are produced that, everyone wants, or needs, everyone knows they are available but not everyone has access to them. Maybe “wanting” and “needing” are different things, and sometimes the economy kneeds people to want things that are not necessary even more than they want things that are necessary.
Hagi, its subtle color is always changing through use, just like outlives and the face we see in the mirror every day.
Alligator told me he was Native American and African-American. My mother was in a memory care facility for a few years where he was a regular entertainer. He plays guitar, accordian, fiddle, banjo, harmonica and sings and dances around and gets close to people as he sings to them, and he performs songs by Hank, Dylan, Fats Waller, Sinatra, Beatles, Cajun and Zydeco, Blues, R&B. popular songs, Johnny Cash, Jimmy Rodgers, and more, and people feel good about themselves.
He is an amazing performer, its never about him but about the audience—an audience where the common denominator was that they were in a memory care facility — he performs like the feeling I get when I hear Bob Dylans’s Mr Tambourine Man.
I’ll be a soldier, too
When I grow older you
Will see me rescue you
So you can sing along
When I am dead and gone
The day won’t be so long”
Clap Clap Piccolo Coro deli’Antoniano
Could it be that the Empty Mind of Buddhism is like our memory of before we were born and our memory of after we die.
Mushin (Japanese) or Wúxīn (Chinese) by Janney Y Z
From The Heart Sutra