So Michele asked that we spend Thanksgiving with just the two of us. Since September we both have been very busy and she was feeling like we needed to spend some quality time together. So today was just the two of us...and a video camera. Thought I'd make her a video too. Enjoy:
So last night while my wife went to watch some vampire movie with a cute boy, Courtney and I grabbed our bikes and ran up to the FOCA space in Chinatown to participate in Brian Boyer's Not Los Angeles - Taco Ride which was part of his current exhibit New Atlas at the FOCA space. Many art world aficionado's were there like curator/artist Marshall Astor, Artist Jeff Foye, Painter Devon Tsuno, FS instigator Ed Giardina, atist Macha Suzuki and of course MOCA's lovely Andrea Stang. As usual I had a blast. It was a great night for a ride and I had a taco at all three spots. I even ventured, with Courtney, to try a "stomach" taco. All of which is captured in the accompanying video. Enjoy..
For those that don't know, I have been pretty involved in the art world over the last several years. I have made art, shown art, supported art and have just been an all around art lover. Well it's been a little while since I made the trek up to LA to check out some art, but this weekend my friends Sharon and Courtney wanted to take a little art field trip and I was happy to oblige. We started at MOCA then ran over to the Chinatown galleries and finished the evening in Santa Ana. And as usual I ended the evening once again feeling inspired and moved, remembering why I love art so much. Here's a few pics from our adventures:
question we need to ask ourselves is whether there is any place we can
stand in ourselves where we can look at all that’s happening around us
without freaking out, where we can be quiet enough to hear our
predicament, and where we can begin to find ways of acting that are at
least not contributing to further destabilization." - Ram Dass
I found this letter via Merlin Mann that one of my all time favorite authors Kurt Vonnegut wrote to his father. If you have never read Slaughterhouse Five you must. Anyway, this letter really captures it for me. As I'm embarking on this journey of following my dreams certain fears start to come up, mostly around financial insecurity. However when I read the line "I'm happier then I have been for a good many years" the fears tend to fall away, and I say to myself...me too.
You know that committee in your head that is the voice of judgment, telling you a myriad of stories about how you aren't good enough, smart enough and why bother because you're just going to fail?? Well this is what it looks like...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok
you would never see him doing such a thing,
tossing the dry snow over a mountain
of his bare, round shoulder,
his hair tied in a knot,
a model of concentration.
Sitting is more his speed, if that is the word
for what he does, or does not do.
Even the season is wrong for him.
In all his manifestations, is it not warm or slightly humid?
Is this not implied by his serene expression,
that smile so wide it wraps itself around the waist of the universe?
But here we are, working our way down the driveway,
one shovelful at a time.
We toss the light powder into the clear air.
We feel the cold mist on our faces.
And with every heave we disappear
and become lost to each other
in these sudden clouds of our own making,
these fountain-bursts of snow.
This is so much better than a sermon in church,
I say out loud, but Buddha keeps on shoveling.
This is the true religion, the religion of snow,
and sunlight and winter geese barking in the sky,
I say, but he is too busy to hear me.
He has thrown himself into shoveling snow
as if it were the purpose of existence,
as if the sign of a perfect life were a clear driveway
you could back the car down easily
and drive off into the vanities of the world
with a broken heater fan and a song on the radio.
All morning long we work side by side,
me with my commentary
and he inside his generous pocket of silence,
until the hour is nearly noon
and the snow is piled high all around us;
then, I hear him speak.
After this, he asks,
can we go inside and play cards?
Certainly, I reply, and I will heat some milk
and bring cups of hot chocolate to the table
while you shuffle the deck.
and our boots stand dripping by the door.
Aaah, says the Buddha, lifting his eyes
and leaning for a moment on his shovel
before he drives the thin blade again
deep into the glittering white snow.
Ever since I decided to do this little career change I'm going through I decided it was probably in my best interest to get active in some organizations that educate and promote the profession. One (of the many) organizations I participate in is the American Association of Marriage and Family Therapists. I'm active at the state level but also here in Orange County. Over the last several months I was part of the development team that started a networking district in the OC. Well after several months of planning we finally kicked off our first meeting at the Tustin Ranch Golf Club. We had 90+ people and it was a smashing success. We had a great mix of students (like me!), LMFT's and Psychologists. Even in my business life I have always found value in networking and participating with peers in events such as these, many doors have opened for me just because of my willingness to show up, even when all my insecurities scream to stay home. I look forward to participating in many more. Here's some photos of the event:
"After all, many of us entered this profession in the first place
because of an interest in resolving our own issues along the path of
helping others. I am embarrassed to admit that although I did and do
feel a commitment toward altruism, a significant part of my motivation
to become a therapist came from my needs to make sense of the world, to
stave off my fear of mediocrity, to find acceptance, to satisfy my
desire for control, to win approval and gratitude." - Jeffrey Kottler, On Being a Therapist
My Zen teacher Paul Lynch, JDPSN has written a great "letter to a
beginning student". It captures a lot about his teaching style and why I like studying with him. I wanted to point some people over there who might
be interested in starting a practice. Ocean Eyes Zen Center meets every
Sunday morning in Huntington Beach and all are invited. Have any questions? drop me a line.