The Snaz

“…and I dig all you cats out there whippin’ and whalin’ and jumpin’ up and down and suckin’ up that fine juice, and pattin’ each other on the back and tellin’ each other who the greatest cat in the woild is. Mr. Malenkoff, Mr. Dalenkoff, Mr. Eisenhower, Woozinweezin, Weisenwoozer, and Mr. Woodhill and Mr. Beechhill and Mr. Churchhill and all them Hills, they gonna get it straight. If they can’t straighten it they know a cat that knows a cat that’s gonna get it straight. Well, I’m gonna put a cat on you was the sweetest, gonist, wailinest cat that ever stomped on this sweet swingin’ sphere. And they call this here cat…the Nazz, that was the cat’s name. He was a carpenter kitty. Now the Nazz was the kind of a cat that come on so wild, and so sweet, and so strong and so with it, that when he laid it -WHAM – it stayed there…”

The great hipster comedian Lord Richard Buckley on the Nazz, the man from Nazareth, known among the less hip as Jesus Christ

And on August 4, 1964 Mort Hempel and Yvon Chouinard, two of the sweetest, gonist, wailinest climber cats that ever had faith that a hundred or so feet of rope tied into a tiny Swami belt would save them from the inevitable fall went into Death Canyon in the wilderness of Wyoming’s Teton Range. And there they saw Cathedral Rock rising up above into the heavens and a line up that rock so straight and fine it caused them to commence whippin’ and wailin’ and jumpin’ up and down and suckin’ up that fine juice, and pattin’ each other on the back. With the faith that ends fear they straight away stomped up that nine pitch 5.9 Grade IV sweet swingin’ route that was so wild, so sweet, so strong, so with it that when they laid it after a few hours of tapping bongs and pitons into the Cathedral to protect them from their sins—WHAM—it stayed there as a classic and one of the most popular climbs in the Tetons.

Though they thought it was a snazzy route, they named it for the Nazz and called it The Snaz.

 

100 Ways You Can Save the World

Take what you need/Plant your seed
Respect the land/Don’t give to greed
Make sure it’s right/Secure it tight
Watch sun rise/Follow your light
Face the fear/Let go each year
Smell the earth/Soothe the tears
Keep hands clean/Don’t be mean
Touch a leper/Stay lean
Don’t just labor/Help your neighbor
Climb that mountain/Hone your razor
Be your word/Remember the Kurd
Keep your soul/Watch the birds
Walk the talk/Talk the walk
Don’t waste/Be a rock
Learn your song/Pass it on
Meditate/Don’t go along
Help them mend/Know the blend
See the stars/Make a friend
Learn to trust/Don’t go bust
Acquire wisdom/Remove the rust
Start anew/Build a canoe
Be generous/Forgive the shrew
Fast a day/Find the way
Pay attention/Don’t stray
Follow the heart/No man apart
Listen the wind/Make it start
Lend your arm/Sound the alarm
Eat well/Shun harm
Relax your mind/Be kind
Swim the river/Don’t be blind
Work enough/Stay tough
Clean windows/Don’t play rough
Catch a thief/Don’t eat beef
Ponder justice/Comfort grief
Take your time/Walk the line
Be faithful/Read signs
Use discretion/No obsession
Be thorough/Ask the question
Stay in touch/Don’t take too much
Read Ed Abbey/Cast off your crutch
Find your place/Cleanse your space
Ban the bomb/Accept all grace
Fix the mess/Use less
Sail the seas/Try gentleness
Find the wild/Guide the child
Speak your mind/Don’t be mild
Listen well/Survive hell
Drop old baggage/Ring the bell
Earn your way/Learn to pray
Sleep the night/Seize the day

 

 

Canaries on the Rim

Canaries-on-the-Rim--book-cover

Canaries on the Rim by Chip Ward is a small book that tells a big story. More accurately, it tells several big stories. One of them is about the evolution of Ward and his wife from 1973 when “…we still regarded ourselves as hippies, two kids just-married, childless and eager to explore. We had vagabonded around Europe the year before and the West was next.”…to 1999 by which time Ward and his wife have two children, live in Grantsville, Utah next to the largest stockpile of nerve gas on earth, from where Ward manages Utah’s public library program and has become one of the most respected and effective environmental activists in America. Ward is a co-founder of West Desert HEAL, Families Against Incinerator Risk and Citizens Against Chlorine Contamination. He tells the tale of his transformation from vagabond hippie to responsible family man, good neighbor, citizen and eco-warrior activist with humor, humility and hard facts. Chip Ward is a gem, as is his book.
During his journey he learns several fundamental lessons about man’s relationship with and impact on the earth, none more significant than this: “…for the first time in our lives the connections between our bodies and the water and the soil that nourished us appeared short and simple.” An easterner who first moves to the desert and sandstone canyons of southern Utah, Ward learns about the degradation of that desert and those canyons’ environment by the cattle industry. He tells the story of one cow loose in one canyon as example and metaphor for how the cattle industry in less than 100 years turned a valley with grasses as high as a man’s head into what he describes as a “dust bowel.”
The Wards move to Grantsville, on the rim of the Great Basin, in order to raise their family in a small town with small town values. They discover that a great deal of the Great Basin had been turned into a “military sacrifice zone” by an abusive U.S. military, governmental complacency and betrayal, and the on-going “war between economy and ecology.”  Ward discovers that small town values are more complicated than they appear, that small populations in places like the Great Basin are often desperate for economic advantage, that desperate people value health and the environment less than jobs and revenue.
Aging bombs from the nearby Tooele Army Depot were regularly exploded in pits near town before they become unstable, shaking homes and frightening animals, children, and anyone who thought about the long-term effects on the water and air and soil and living beings from the chemicals released by thousands of explosions of the tools of war.
Ward discovers that Grantsville is next door to the Magcorp magnesium refinery which by itself provides Utah with 90 percent of its toxic pollution. He realizes that Magcorp workers park their new cars 20 miles from work and ride to the plant in a bus. This is done not to save gas by carpooling, but, rather, because the fumes from the refinery tend to eat the new paint off those new cars. Fortunately, human lungs are not coated with paint.
In the early 1990’s Ward becomes engaged in a grass roots movement to block the building of the toxic waste incinerators at the Tooele Army Depot, known as Chemical Agent Munitions Disposal System (CAMDS). The purpose CAMDS is to incinerate nerve gas, but Ward and many others, including several ‘whistle blowers’ who worked at the facility, believe it releases deadly toxins into the environment rather than destroying them. He meets people he describes as the “walking wounded of the military’s war on the environment” who are victims of stillbirths, miscarriages, birth defects, blood disorders, cancer and chronic ailments that defy diagnosis. He writes of these walking wounded who have turned into activists, “One look at them and it was clear that environmental issues are about who has power and how that power is employed. They don’t build chemical weapons incinerators in Aspen. I met no activists named Winfield or Muffy.”
He studies the history of nuclear bomb testing in Nevada in the 1950s. He learns that the ‘downwinders,” largely the Mormon population of Utah who have a tradition of patriotism and obedience to authority and who happened to live downwind from the bomb testing in the Great Basin, and the soldiers who took part in those tests, were sacrificed by the American government.
A turning point in Ward’s life as an environmental activist was a meeting in the office of Utah’s U.S. Senator Jake Garn during which Garn and a retired U.S. Navy admiral exhibited a colossal ignorance of world history, international relationships and rational thought.  He writes, “I could no longer rationalize my failure to speak up and act with the notion that smart people are in charge. A cantankerous future loomed.”
Ward concludes that we are all downwinders, in fact, “we are fluid creatures in a fluid world.” We are all canaries, in Ward’s view, those tiny birds in cages miners took into the mines. When the canaries died from the toxic fumes in the mines, the miners knew it was time to return to the surface. Ward lives and works on the rim of the Great Basin, and he tells a great story in Canaries on the Rim . It is a book well worth reading, containing some warnings well worth heeding.

 

You are the universe—Dharma talk 15

We sit with an upright bodily posture on our cushions. We inhale and exhale and carefully follow each breath as it happens. We quiet or at least slow down the incessant activity of the mind. While sitting we note each breath with the intention of living fully in the present moment. One practice is to breathe in all the greed, anger and ignorance of the world, hold them and purify them before exhaling them back into the world as generosity, compassion and consciousness. This is the essence of our daily practice and it requires, builds and enhances awareness.
With such a practice, the intention of each sitting encompasses a world that is a bit more generous, compassionate and conscious. And all it takes is allowing the mind to be calm enough to pay attention to each inhaled and exhaled breath in the present moment. Awareness is not the same thing as control. It is possible to be completely aware of your universal nature or Buddha nature, but it is never possible to be completely in control. That is, we can practice being completely aware of each breath and we have a limited control of how we breathe—the world record for holding the breath is more than 19 minutes—but eventually control breaks down and the best we can do is let the breath in and be aware of universal nature. (Can you imagine the first exhale after 19 minutes? And the first inhale after that?)
This apparent but not real dichotomy is sometimes described in Buddhism with terms like “small mind/big mind” and ‘small self/universal nature.” Suzuki Roshi said, “If you think ‘I breathe,’ the ‘I’ is extra. There is no you to say ‘I.’ What we call ‘I’ is just a swinging door which moves when we inhale and when we exhale. It just moves; that is all…Our usual understanding of life is dualistic: you and I, this and that, good and bad. But actually these discriminations are themselves the awareness of the universal existence. ‘You’ means to be aware of the universe in the form of you, and ‘I’ means to be aware of it in the form of I. You and I are just swinging doors. This kind of understanding is necessary. This should not even be called understanding; it is actually the true experience of life through Zen practice.”
Because we live in snow country I like this depiction of “…the true experience of life” by Dennis Genpo Merzel: “When we allow everything to just be, it all functions perfectly, exactly the way we want because we give up wanting it to be any other way. The trick is to let go of wanting. When we give up our preconceptions of where the snow should fall and let it fall where it falls, then there is no question about what to do. Grab a shovel. Instead of fighting and resisting, we can simply take care of each situation as it happens.”
Life happens and often life is untidy and difficult. Snow falls and often it is inconvenient and even dangerous. The mind goes where it will and often it goes a long, long way from right here, right now. What Buddhists call small mind can judge untidiness, inconvenience and unawareness in terms of bad, should not and avoidance. Big mind simply observes and grabs a shovel.
When we let go of the dualistic—you and I, mine and yours, good and bad, right and wrong—we also let go of confusion, indecision, dissatisfaction and depression. Not until we quit fighting and resisting the universe as it is are we able to realize, or, for that matter, even get a glimpse of, our own universal or Buddha nature. And that nature is not, of course, limited to Buddhists, or Buddhist thought or Buddhist practice. Buddhism is only the type of shovel some of us happen to use.
When I was a young man, long before Buddhism entered my life (at least consciously), I sometimes experienced moments of what seemed to me extraordinary clarity and composure. They seemed extraordinary because they were rare and because they were so different from my ordinary life, and they happened in times of action and in times of contemplation. I had no idea what those experiences were or what caused them, but they made me happy and I came to think of them as “being at one with myself.” Now I realize that everyone has moments like that and that they are glimpses of Buddha or universal nature. It is a true experience of life. It is the awareness of what Suzuki Roshi terms “the universal existence.” That is, you are the universe.
That is a statement with implications.
Thank you.