Fire near Shambhala Mountain Center mostly contained

Fire near Shambhala Mountain Center mostly contained


Fire near Shambhala Mountain Center mostly contained

Posted: 29 Jun 2012 09:00 AM PDT

The wildfire that was threatening the Shambhala Mountain Center in Red Feather Lakes, Colorado over the past three weeks is now 75 percent controlled, SMC director Jon Barbieri announced on Facebook Friday morning.

Staff are still watching the fire closely, but Barbieri said he hopes the center will reopen within two weeks.

"The emotional, physical, and logistical demands have been great and many of the staff who have been on the front lines, in all of the various locations, need time to breathe and gather strength. We are looking at how to start rotating some people through positions so that they can get some rest as we go along," he said.

Because of the fire, SMC programming in July has been dramatically reduced, though some programs are being held in Boulder. Notices about schedule and location changes are being sent to program participants.

"A fire such as this no doubt will have impact on people visiting the region and those who would consider coming to one of our programs for some time. But please do come back soon," Barbieri said.

For ongoing updates on the center's status, check their Facebook page.

 

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From The Under 35 Project: “Occupy Sravasti: How Buddhism Inspired Me to Occupy”

Posted: 29 Jun 2012 07:00 AM PDT

Here's the latest from The Under 35 Project, by Joshua Eaton. Project curator Lodro Rinzler says: "I enjoyed this piece on social action tremendously. Joshua highlights that compassion can manifest in a variety of ways, either through kindness and support or in a more cutting, revolutionary way. It shares his experience, while leaving the question open to us readers: what is the most skillful means to create change in today's world?"

Occupy Sravasti: How Buddhism Inspired Me to Occupy

"Such a senseless manifestation
Who is monstrously greedy
And amasses riches insatiably
Is called the poorest of all.

Your Majesty, you levy harsh taxes
And punish the innocent for no reason.
Infatuated with your sovereignty,
You never heed
The future effects of your actions.

While you enjoy power in this world,
You do not protect your subjects,
And have no pity
For the poor and suffering."

When I first read these words I was blown away. It was the fall of 2009 and I was in the middle of researching my master's thesis on Buddhism and social justice. I found them in a little-known text called the Scripture Requested by Surata, where they form part of a long address by the saint Surata to the unjust and greedy king of Sravasti. They spoke to my deep desire for a stridently engaged Buddhism in a way nothing had ever done before. Surata was my new patron saint.

His story begins one morning when he stumbles on the most unlikely of objects: a golden bell made at the beginning of the eon, a bell worth more than all the world. A crowd gathers quickly. Being a saint, Surata declares that he will give his bell to the poorest person in Sravasti. The oldest man in the city—who is also its poorest citizen, as is often the case today—steps forward to claim his prize.

However, Surata turns the man away. Surata proceeds to barge straight into the royal treasury—crowd in tow—and offer the bell to the fabulously wealthy King Prasenajit instead. Everyone is, of course, baffled. Surata explains his bizarre behavior by issuing the scathing indictment of royal greed and corruption that so inspired me when I first read it in 2009.

What I couldn't have known then is how timely Surata would become. On September 17, 2011, Occupy Wall Street set up a permanent encampment in Zuccotti Park (a.k.a. Liberty Plaza), right next to Wall Street. This singular act set off a movement that spread like wildfire across financial districts from Oakland to Oslo. Now, after a brutal nationwide crackdown that erased most of the encampments and a long winter lull, the Occupy movement is starting to show green shoots.

Since the camps were evicted, scores of protesters have been arrested as they attempted to re-occupy Zuccotti Park, which made the front page of The New York Times' online version. Meanwhile other occupations across the country are laying plans for new encampments, Occupy Boston led a nationwide day of action against public transit cuts on April 4, and thousands of occupiers across the world poured into the streets for International Workers' Day on May 1. Québec and Mexico have both erupted in protest, and we may yet see an American Spring.

Occupy's initial, meteoric rise came with a flurry of criticism from all quarters. Some of this criticism—over its lack of organization, its break with established community organizations, its demographic makeup, its lack of clearly defined goals—is healthy and constructive. However, much of the criticism has focused on Occupy's tone and tactics rather than on these more substantive issues. This is understandable to a certain extent. After all, Occupy has taken over public parks where people ordinarily go for lunch or take their children on the weekends.

It has gnarled traffic by taking over bridges and marching in the streets during rush hour. It has brought out legions of young protesters in Guy Fawkes masks to chant "We are the 99%," refusing to give in to those who call this slogan divisive. Despite its remarkable nonviolence, the movement is uncompromising, audacious and often downright rude.

If I'm honest, I'll admit there are times when I'm put off by all this. It goes against my working-class Southern upbringing, which taught me to be scrupulously polite and to keep my head down. Sometimes I worry that it also goes against something much more precious. Buddhism values calmness, non-attachment, and compassion. This is a far cry from "We are the 99%" or "Banks got bailed out; we got sold out." There is always a nagging fear in the back of my mind that aggressively confronting greedy corporations, corrupt governments and repressive security agencies might keep me from cultivating love, kindness, and compassion for the flesh-and-blood people who staff these systems of violence.

But what then of Surata? After all, a treasury is more than just a warehouse for gold; it's also a center of political and economic power. The greedy king would have felt secure there—surrounded by his wealth, fawned over by his advisers, hidden by thick walls, guarded by men with weapons and the constant threat of lethal force. Those following Surata would have been precisely the kinds of people the king wanted to avoid (and precisely the kinds of people our own society either warehouses or ignores): destitute, foul, emaciated, diseased, schizophrenic, elderly. By entering the treasury, Surata violated the king's physical and emotional security. Not only that, but Surata also violated the authority and integrity of the State. It wasn't just a threat to the king's person, but to the very institutions of society, to law and order and national security. When Surata barged into the treasury it was unbelievably kind, but there was hardly anything polite about it.

Neither were many of the social movements I idolize nearly as genteel as I'd like to imagine. The marches, boycotts, and sit-ins that marked the Civil Rights Movement may have been nonviolent, but they were also meant to disrupt the ordinary patterns of day-to-day life.

People couldn't go out to lunch with friends because the lunch counter was blocked by a sit-in; or their hours were cut because none of the black people in town were riding the bus they drove for a living; or they were inconvenienced in a thousand other ways big and small. In fact, Martin Luther King Jr. often referred to nonviolence as "creative maladjustment," with the idea that those who practiced it must be maladjusted to society's injustices. And we know that maladjustment always creates friction.

Just as King shows me that nonviolence can still be razor-sharp, Surata shows me that Buddhism can be precious without being precious. This doesn't mean that I've abandoned my ideals of love and compassion, or that I don't ever question my actions to make sure they remain nonviolent. But King and Surata reassure me whenever I'm tempted to abandon forceful action altogether for an approach with more sweetness and light. They show me how being kind and being polite are different, and often opposite. It's a lesson I'll need to carry with me as the movement against neoliberalism and austerity continues; we have appointments to keep at more than one treasury.

Joshua Eaton is a writer, journalist, and Tibetan translator. He has served as co-editor-in-chief of Cult/ure: The Graduate Journal of Harvard Divinity School and as a writer with the West Georgian and the Natural Dharma Fellowship. There he founded the website Dana Wiki, which helps Buddhist organizations get involved in social service. He holds a MDiv in Buddhist Studies from Harvard University and a BA in Psychology from the University of West Georgia. He lives in Boston.

To see the rest of our Under 35 Project posts, click here. And to learn how you can get involved, visit the project's website. This is our last post about June's theme, social action, because next month, we'll be talking about starting and deepening your meditation practice. Submit your writing here.

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Flights Of Fancy

Posted: 28 Jun 2012 03:00 PM PDT

Facts and ideas are dead in themselves and it is the imagination that gives life to them. But dreams and speculations are idle fantasies unless reason turns them to useful purpose. Vague ideas captured on flights of fancy have to be reduced to specific propositions and hypotheses. W. I. B. Beveridge

Quote above taken from: How Intuition and the Imagination Fuel Scientific Discovery and Creativity: A 1957 Guide. Good grief! Beveridge's whole book, The art of scientific investigation (1957) is stored in the Internet Archive.

I am given to flights of fancy, I inherited the practice from my mother. I know, and probably she knew, them for what they were. Vague ideas, dreams and speculations. It was good to be brought up short with this quote, and the article it came from, that specific propositions CAN come out of dreams. I tend to bin my flights. But not always I guess.

Thanks to Julius who unknowingly pointed me to this article on the site Brain Pickings. Just a mo while I bookmark.

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Alliance for Bhikkhunis’ Annual Pledge-A-Thon coming on September 29th

Posted: 28 Jun 2012 11:00 AM PDT

The Alliance for Bhikkhunis has announced their second Annual International Bhikkhuni Day Meditation Pledge-A-Thon, scheduled for September 29, 2012.

Dedicated to the founder of the Sri Lankan Bhikkhuni Sangha, Bhikkhuni Sanghamitta Theri, the event is described this way:

"Once a year, we pay respect to the Bhikkhuni Sangha and acknowledge its essential role in preserving the dhamma. We remember prominent bhikkhunis and their unique achievements. We also honor all of our women teachers, including our mothers, grandmothers, aunts, and sisters. Join in a day of giving and receiving, of listening and sharing. Celebrate with us!"

You can find downloads and other tools from the First Annual International Bhikkhuni Day online here. More information will be posted on the website as the date approaches.

The AfB is a 501(c)(3) nonprofit dedicated to "providing information on the Bhikkhuni Sangha, educating laity about the essential role bhikkhunis play and raising funds to support bhikkhunis." In addition, they publish the magazine Present: The Voices and Activities of Theravada Buddhist Women.

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From the July 2012 magazine: “But First the News…”

Posted: 28 Jun 2012 10:00 AM PDT

Gerry Hadden was making plans for a three-year retreat when NPR hired him as a foreign correspondent. Busy with work and travel, he found that he rarely had time to meditate, and felt he had lost his way. But looking back, Hadden realizes that a reporter is a lot like a meditator. Both are on a quest for truth. And neither ultimately finds it. As he writes in "But First the News…" in the July 2012 Shambhala Sun magazine:

"For the next four years with NPR I would look back on that untaken retreat like a man gazing across at himself in some parallel, unreachable life. I'd been so sure that that was my path, had felt so passionate about it, and now I was losing my ability to practice even basic sitting meditation. I fretted over this—in the Lacandona Jungle, the Galapagos Islands, Port-au- Prince, San Salvador, and Guatemala City—even lying in my own bed in Mexico City, just feet from the mat. I loved my job, and had no regrets about having accepted it, but it was also true that I'd paid a price: I'd lost my spiritual way. I'd left it behind in my untested little house in the northwest.

"What a radical rupture, I used to think, going from would-be meditator to foreign correspondent. Now, more than twelve years after making that choice, I've reconsidered. I see that the lure and life of the microphone were, in fact, very similar to those of the meditation mat."

"But First the News…" is now online in its entirety; click here to read it. And browse the entire July 2012 Shambhala Sun magazine online here.

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