Wake your tern

My sister sent me a link to this site: https://www.ikebanafuzion.com/blog/ikebana-book-quest. It has a very nice comment about our mother (Lynn) .

I used this book when I started studying with my Sensei, the late Rosamonde F. (Lynn) Naegele, Executive Master in the Ichiyo School and two-term international president of Ikebana International. When I handle the book, I hear her gentle voice guiding me and later freeing me to soar with my own ideas about Ikebana.” 

My First Ikebana Book Introducing Ikebana1969 by Meikof Kasuya. (Fifth printing 1985) 57 pages

She could be very simple . . .

Or more complex. Before doing a demonstration in a new location, she would walk around to find local flowers and materials to include in her arrangement to teach that Art is right in front of you and you can always in your daily experiences.

When my parents retired in Albuquerque after 14 years in Japan had her Ikebana school. Typical mom there was no structure, no formalities, for 20 years students would show up and mom would teach. (Mom’s back is to camera.)

This is a page from her sketch book

My parents were high school sweet hearts,, they married when my father was in the Army Air Force during WWII and stayed together until he passed away in 2006. Dad worked and Mom was a home mother,. When her children were older, she wanted to work but could only get lower responsibility jobs with little appreciation for her capabilities

When they moved to Japan she found a welcome place in Ikebana, became a master in one style, a certified instructor in two more, and served two terms as President of Ikebana International. In Japan she found a welcome for the expression of the great things inside of her. She taught my father, here they are together, as they were all of their lives, creating an arrangement for a screening of my sister’s film “Japan: Memoirs of a Secret Empire at the American film Institute in Los Angeles.

This was the arrangement she made for his funeral .Only the immediate family attended. This simple and profoundly moving arrangement was mom’s final expression of her love and appreciation of Ray..

For about 3 1/2 years mom lived near me in a memory care facility—Residence #1— eight weeks in a rehab nursing facility, and the last third in a second memory care residence #2. The residence durations were about 1 1/2 year each . After lunch we would do something, here she is pleased to review old Ikebana magazines.

I made this poster for her wall in the both residence units. These were photographs I made of her for a brochure for her Ikebana school of 20 years. When looking at them in memory care she did not remember that she had seen them before, they were like new, But below she is of sound mind and body.

Alameda Creek

Do you think that one day people will “get it together ” to live in peace on Earth ? What would that mean?

Obviously, what homo sapiens have been doing on Earth for some 300,000 years does set a standard —the we of the structure of a group, we“ The Group”—have survived it for many generations. Human survival is the result of a group effort.

Bluntly, we see that the species of human beings can survive even when some are cruel, even very cruel, to others, And we also see moments of human compassion and empathy .

For many people, such as Social Darwinists, the “nature of living individuals is to survive ,” a dog-eat-dog competition. between individuals which is often used by demagogues to justify the cruelty of human beings as necessary collateral damage for the goal of survival.

The “scientific work” of Peter Kropotkin enlarged the discussion to include observable examples of other living species behaving cooperatively with each other—obviously suggesting that human beings have both aspects as part of their nature. Now we also see examples of living things from different species cooperating with each. Both cooperation and competition are part of life.

Armed with a standard of measurement to measure what is “social solidarity”—i.e. human history” as well as to measure the negative and positive expressions of human beings, can we find the ways and means to reduce the negative and increase the positive characteristics of being human to positively influence the life experiences of the most people to benefit the most people.

Yet even among those of us that would agree on the goal of this mission . . . Still we cannot find agreement on what is that goal and/or how to reach that goal.

Often that comes down to what do individuals believe to be “Human Nature? ”/what are the things about being human that we cannot change? And how do we live with them . Chinese legalism very bluntly asked this question and thought they found an answer, but very quickly found out in the first Qin Dynasty, law is not a tool for social justice .

Through the history of human thought it has been said that 1) Human nature is destructive, 2) human nature is compassionate . 3) human nature is a combination of both.. These are seen as individual properties which each person has and everyone has them or maybe they differer in degree.
Another theory suggests that human nature is a property of a group, not an individual property, and the group may include people with different “human natures” although the the different human natures may fit together to realize its own puzzle”—the structure of human behavior in a society.

Still we are each an individual wandering around in this maze universe of small particles in their never ending dance of coming together to appear to humans in a material form and then breaking apart, only to come together again to express another form . Or at least “constantly changing forms— while human beings experience this process. as unchanging forms—as material things.

form is not different from emptiness,
emptiness is not different from form:
form is emptiness,
emptiness is form

from Prajna Heart Sutra


Many poem collections on my dusty shelves—
I chose a volume at random and open it.
Before I’ve noticed the author’s name
I think I am reading poems by T’ao Ch’ien.
Then I look at the name, see it’s you,
and pity all at once overwhelms me.
Poets too often meet trouble and hardship—
we see it in particular these days.
Tu T’zu-mei of the capital region
Still got to be a Reminder.
Menj Hao-jan of Hsiang—yang
lived to see his temples turn gray.
You, alas were not as lucky as either of these,
at thirty still in a commoner’s hemp robe.
You passed the exam but got no stipend.
were engaged but hadn’t yet married:
in younger years a stranger to illness,
suddenly you died in the midst of life’s journey.
Heaven granted you neither rank nor longevity,
only a talent for beautiful words.
Don’t ask me the reasons behind this—

the cleverest fortune-teller could never divine them!

Po Chu-I • Selected Poems BurtonWatson,translator

I made this image from by my window sitting at the computer., you can do many creative things that express your self. Maybe for me its easier because every photograph I make is a photograph of myself. The “content” i=of the image is actually the medium of the image.

What kind of job is it climb up this wall? What is on the roof? Maybe its a job that only needs to be done two or three times a year? Does the person who does it need to wear special clothes that day? Maybe the person has climbed to the roof t and I could walk over and knock the ladder down and walk away.

In the early 1970’s Cambridge: nature all by itself will just wear a poster off the wall Still the poster is there because a person conceived it, designed it, printed and posted .it on the wall.

Wall in Harvard square, Cambridge MA, 1971

Finnegans Wake written by James Joyce i a fun book to read. And for people like me with an ever increasing shorter reading attention span, a person who can pick up the book, open it anywhere, read for 5-10 pages, enjoy the humor and close it, no place markers needed, the next time just open it up anew.

The base of this design is a shado self portrait of myself with camera, cut in half and pasted together, and again pasted together into a shape and then repeated in a design..

You never no who is hiding behind the bush but as long as I am alive it might be me

Gate gare paragate parasamgate, bodhi svaha


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