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Love. Listen. Let.

If you would like to listen to my commencement address, you can do so by clicking this link, and going to the 47 minute mark. You can read it in the body of this blog post.

Good evening, Children. You know, I had to greet you like that one last time, before you leave here all grown up. 

Three years ago when we first met, we had no idea where our journey would take us, except inevitably to this moment, where you would leave the cozy nest of Burris Laboratory School for big and bright futures. We did not know that we would grow together, learn together, and be intellectual together in the ways that we have been. I had no idea that I would have you in class for the better part of three years, and you probably, in that moment, wished that Humanities would be our last class together. But, here we are, and surprisingly you have put your faith in me to deliver this, the last bit of your Burris education. 

First, a few things about you all: before we ever knew I would be your high school teacher, one of you learned your very first curse word from me, thus iterated when you dropped your toy truck at the hospital when you were two or three years old. One of you has submitted the craziest, most kinetic, most original, most creative film project that I have ever received. One of you has argued with me about the use of the word utilize, about which you are still wrong. One of you, rather than walking around the desks, to get to your seat, uses a chair, a desk, and another chair as your personal stairwell. One of you is the only person to have shared classroom space with me for the entirety of your last three years of high school, and for your presence in my room, I feel especially grateful. One of you has been a fabulous philosophical and theological conversationalist, challenging me in ways that some of my adult peers do not. One of you will give me my fresh cheetah print hair before school starts next fall. Several of you wrote such beautiful creative writing essays and poems, and then you were so nervous to read them in front of people, but you did it anyway, and we were all better for it. Many of you have visited my room to tell me how well your shadowing or internship experiences went; I had no doubt that you would be amazing, and you were. Many of you have invited me to events that you have been a part of, and I loved watching you do things that made you glow, in a way that sitting in our classroom did not. Several of you helped build a house for Habitat for Humanity during May Term. Many of you regularly volunteer in our community, making this small corner of our world a better place. Many of you have thrived, despite your circumstances, or in the face of great adversity, some of which we may never know about. Many of you have sought me out for help with essays, scholarship or college application help, and letters of recommendation. So many letters of recommendation. 

I could go on all night long with all of the cool things that each of you has brought into my life— by which I have been truly blessed—but the convention of the graduation address requires that I give some sort of sage advice that will make you better humans. I mean, you are already fabulous, but we can all, always do better. What I am about to say, you have heard from me before. So, I am nothing, if not consistent. 

When my brother graduated from college in May of 2002, I was excited to find in the program the name of a woman whose work I knew well, Sister Helen Prejean, a sister in the Congregation of St. Joseph. You, or maybe just your parents, may know who she is when I tell you that Susan Sarandon played her in a movie called Dead Man Walking, which was about Prejean’s  tireless work with death row inmates. While I do not remember Prejean’s exact words at my brother’s commencement, I do remember my favorite thing that I have ever heard her say, “Every human being is worth more than the worst thing they’ve ever done.” And, I have taken her example to heart and worked hard to live by it, giving each of you a clean slate every single day when you have walked into my classroom. We are all worth more than our worst choice, and so, what I want to talk about tonight is how to make your fellow humans understand that you value them, even at their worst, and absolutely at their best. 

We need to do three things in this wild and precious life to be successful: Lead with Love, Listen to Learn, Let It Be. Do not think for a minute that I am smart enough to have come up with these things on my own. I believe in being guided by the wisdom of the generations. Though I did come up with that clever alliterative mnemonic device. (I got an A in homiletics class at seminary.) By outlining the three Ls, I want to give you insight into how some of my favorite thinkers have shaped me. And, no, I am not going to discuss Dostoyevsky’s Notes from Underground. We could apply that text here, but since you all already suffered through that last year, I will refrain just for tonight. 

Before I continue, I want to make an aside here. If I have ever made you feel like I was not practicing these things I am going to talk about, please make some time to talk to me about it. I welcome feedback, because I really do desire to live this life in the way I am going to explain. 

First: Lead with love. Or just love if that is easier to remember. German American Sociologist, Erich Fromm, said that “Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.” And bell hooks, my favorite literary and educational theorist says, “To commit to love is fundamentally to commit to a life beyond dualism. That’s why love is so sacred in a culture of domination, because it simply begins to erode your dualisms: dualisms of black and white, male and female, right and wrong.” Love gives us a supernatural power to look past what makes us different and allows us to see what is the same. We identify what is in that other person, that is like us; not what we can use against them, not what they can use against us; not what separates us, but what binds us together. How many times have you been confronted with a situation in which you were required to interact with someone who you perceived to be unlike you? If that has not happened to you, it will, and it may happen a lot. You will be required to engage with people who seem to be on opposite sides of the binary from you, but when you look at every situation with love, you begin to undo those dualisms, those binaries, and you begin to see people not as adversaries on the opposite side, but you can envision them as part of your human existence, as a comrade in this life. Would you approach life differently if you looked at people with this type of love? Would you see friends where you previously saw foes? Would you look differently at the past, present, or future? 

After contemplating these two quotes on my own, I did some research about love. I grew up in the Christian faith, and was even a pastor for a while. I currently practice a blend of Christianity and Buddhism in my personal life, and I have since done a lot of academic inquiry into Islam and Judaism, but I am unfamiliar with most other world religions and philosophies, so I wanted to see what other folks thought about love. I learned that every major philosophical or theological ideology holds in high esteem the idea of loving each other. Philosophies that do not ascribe to love as we might think of it, still hold to some idea of symbiosis or cohabitation, even if that belief is in a biological attraction between microscopic particles. Perhaps this is because organisms require some level of codependency to exist. Perhaps this is because we need each other in ways we cannot imagine. Perhaps this is because Fromm is right in saying that “love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.” If you look around, you will see that love always wins, so lead with love. 

Second: Listen to learn. Or just listen. Most of you will recall that I really have only one “rule” in my classroom, and that is not to talk while someone else is talking, and that rule’s offshoot is listen to learn, not to respond. During an IMPACT unit this year, I was made aware of a lawyer named Bryan Stevenson, the founder and executive director of the Equal Justice Initiative. We watched his TED talk, and in it he tells this story: “I had the great privilege, when I was a young lawyer, of meeting Rosa Parks. And Ms. Parks used to come back to Montgomery every now and then, and she would get together with two of her dearest friends, these older women, Johnnie Carr who was the organizer of the Montgomery bus boycott –amazing African-American woman — and Virginia Durr, a white woman, whose husband, Clifford Durr, represented Dr. King. And these women would get together and just talk. And every now and then Ms. Carr would call me, and she’d say, “Bryan, Ms. Parks is coming to town. We’re going to get together and talk. Do you want to come over and listen?” And I’d say, “Yes, Ma’am, I do.” And she’d say, “Well what are you going to do when you get here?” I said, “I’m going to listen.” And I’d go over there and I would, I would just listen. It would be so energizing and so empowering.” When we are face to face with someone else—whether that person is world famous or someone who lives on the streets of our hometown or a person who is in prison for a horrific crime— one of the most intelligent, respectful, and compassionate things we can do is listen. Not only are we telling that person we value them, but also we are learning ideas and concepts that we are unable to learn in the exact same way from anyone else in this world. 

Another person who discusses this type of listening is Archbishop Desmond Tutu, a South African Episcopal priest and scholar. He said, “We live in an era of radical brokenness.  In all our relationships, everywhere we look in the global family, we see disconnection and fear of one another. [It is] an increasingly noisy era.  People shout at each other in print and at work.  The volume is directly related to our need to be listened to.” Most of you know that I love silence. Silence, creating space for another, is what allows us to listen well in this incredibly noisy world. If you want to be a person who can bridge brokenness and fear, you need to be someone who listens. I do not know about your upbringing, but in my big Greek family, sometimes meals used to get so loud that if you were one of the youngest ones in the family, you never even got the butter for your roll, because no one was listening when you asked for it, because they were all shouting over each other trying to be heard. Tutu is talking about that sort of cacophony on a global level. If we think of this in connection with hooks’s words about dualism, we can combine love and listening into one solid concept. A way to love is to listen, and to listen is love, which erases the dualisms; thereby healing some of the brokenness of this world, because we all need to be listened to; being heard or seen is a basic human need. 

Another thinker whose work has been meaningful to me is Thich Nhat Hahn, a Buddhist monk and scholar. He puts it this way: “Deep listening is the kind of listening that can help relieve the suffering of another person. You can call it compassionate listening. You listen with only one purpose: to help him or her to empty his or her heart. [. . . ] For now, you don’t interrupt. You don’t argue. [ . . . ]One hour like that can bring transformation and healing.” If you can, think of it this way: leading with love allows you to listen in a way that radically transforms another person’s life. You can relieve the suffering of another simply by listening, and if you are paying attention, you can also learn from this act of listening. Notice Hahn says, “YOU DON’T INTERRUPT.” Give the other person your silence. You simply listen. Listen and learn. And love. 

Third: Let it be. Or just let. One of my favorite songs is “Let It Be” by the Beatles, and I want to share my favorite part of that song with you: “And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an answer, let it be. For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see, there will be an answer, let it be.” The first two parts of this speech were about leading with love and listening to learn, and they both contribute to this last part: let it be. When you have listened and worked hard to meet people with love, and there is still no sense of connection, or a way to see eye to eye, or to compromise, you may find that it is best to just let it be. Letting it be does not mean that you have acquiesced to the other side, or the other person. Letting is be does not mean you have lost. You may still be parted, but there still is chance for an answer, so let it be. 

In the words of Jack Kornfield, a meditation teacher, “To let go does not mean to get rid of. To let go means to let be. When we let be with compassion, things come and go on their own.” So, while it may seem like you are allowing someone else to “win,” you are, in fact, simply allowing both their truth and your truth to coexist, and things will come and go on their own. You are not trying to force someone to your way of thinking, but you are also not allowing them to force you to agree with them. You are letting it be. I will tell you, honestly as always, let it be is the most difficult of these concepts for me. I want people to hear me, to understand me, to love me, to agree with me, and when I meet someone with love and listening, and we cannot see eye to eye on issues of great importance to me, well, I wrestle with letting it be, because I never want my letting it be to be mistaken for silence, which then may be interpreted as agreeing with someone or something I think is morally or ethically wrong. This is why letting it be comes after love and listening. And after a lot of deep conversation.

In the moments where I have to let things be, I remember the words of my favorite meditation instructor Sebbane Sallassie, “Although we are not one, we are not separate. And although we are not separate, we are not the same.” We are part of each other, interconnected, but we are not the same person, identical. I can see myself in you, but I am not you. I am not you, but I can see myself in you. In recognizing how we are separate but also connected, we can learn how letting it be is also a way to undo binaries and dualisms. Sometimes, just being able to let dissension be, to disagree and let it be, allows a fresh perspective to return to the conversation later with a renewed interest in finding an answer. 

I want to end with a quick recap: love, listen, let. Lead with love, listen to learn, let it be. These strategies, when I can pull myself together to practice them strategically, have never lead me wrong in this world. This collective generational wisdom has always put me on a good, solid path. Leading with love has allowed me to meet some pretty interesting people, listening has allowed me to really see and hear them in order to learn from them, and letting it be allows me a certain type of peace when I do not get others to understand—or agree with—me. Remember from the beginning of this address what Sister Helen Prejean said, “Every human being is worth more than the worst thing they’ve ever done.” People need our love, our listening, and our letting it be. We need to love, to listen, to let it be. 

Parents, as I have ended almost every email I have sent you, thanks for sharing your students with me over the past three years. Teaching them, and learning from them, has been my great joy. 

And, graduates, as I have ended almost every class period we have shared over these years, I love you. Peace.

Piano Lessons. Body Issues. Teaching. Flowers.

I started taking piano lessons at the end of August, and the lessons are going pretty well. I like to think that since I can play two chords and some melody with quarter, half, and whole notes, that I’m going to be the next Sunnyland Slim or something. I can even play with both hands at the same time, though when I have to play a half note with my right hand and a dotted half with my left hand, I get a little confused. The purpose of the piano lessons is two-fold:

(1) I want to be able to play the blues. I think in a former life I may have been African American, and the blues just feels natural to me. The blues are natural to me in much the same way as African American women’s literature feels like a comfortable, old shoe that I’ve worn and worn, which is a compliment because I feel so at home there. I feel it, like I feel the blues. I wonder sometimes if I can identify with African American texts, music, and art because of my own struggles. Though they pale in comparison, I think many GLBT concerns, pains, sadnesses, or inequalities make the bearers empathetic to the plights of others. For whatever reasons, I feel the blues, man. I feel ’em.

AND (2) I needed something to use for relaxation. I used to read for relaxation, but when reading became my livelihood, books stopped providing the same sort of haven for me as they once did. In fact, I can’t stop reading pleasurable books, like I read the books I use to make a living, and I find myself doing feminist or Marxist readings of The Little Engine that Could. Which is the opposite of relaxing. I started playing piano, so I could have something to do that wasn’t letters or pictures or anything rhetorical. Music is round notes and lines. There are few words involved and the pictures music makes in my head aren’t feminist or Marxist or any other -ist. The pictures made by music are art and equality. One day they will also be beautiful. Right now they are 1, 2, 3, 4 or 1, 2, 3 or even 1, 2 as I count the beats in a measure and lift my fingers or put them down accordingly. I have faith in future beauty.

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On Monday, I plan to start a new Whole 30 and a 30 day running streak, which means I have to run at least one mile every day for 30 days. No questions asked. My goal is to run 2 miles for each weekday and 5 miles for each weekend day. I have to do soemthing, so I don’t feel like shit. I’ve returned to my pre-paleo ways, and I’ve gained five pounds. I’m at 215 pounds right now, so technically I’ve gained 10 pounds from my lowest. Admittedly, I haven’t started eating grains or most other agricultural products, but I have been drinking much too much alcohol and eating much too much ice cream. I just can’t resist a good Strongbow or Chunky Monkey. The last time I went for a run, my body felt so good afterward I am not sure why I didn’t keep up that momentum and just keep running. I felt as if I could run miles and miles! I still have a goal to run a marathon before I turn 40, which means next fall is the last chance, because I can’t run when it’s hot out.

My goal is to complete the Heritage Trail Marathon in September of 2013. I tried to run a road marathon last fall, but I failed miserably because of an asthma attack, so we’re volunteering for that same marathon this year. Once I get ready to amp my mileage back up I am going to order some Altras. (EDIT: I went ahead and ordered the Altras, so I can get a jump start on those longer runs.) They are zero-drop with a wide toe-box, but they’ll provide the cushioning I like for my feet. Because I am a big girl, the barefoot thing works for short distances and in theory—but not in practicality—for longer distances. I plan to order them as soon as I get down to 200 pounds. I keep telling myself: You started at 256.4, and you’ve made it to 205, so how hard will it be to lose 15 pounds? Damn difficult is the answer. I’m hoping that by doing a Whole 30 and running every day I can jump start the weight loss again. If not, at the very least, I’ll feel 100 times better.

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School’s going well, and I love teaching American literature three times each day. We’ve covered all of the early Americans and my students took their first test today, focusing on William Bradford, Olaudah Equiano, Jonathan Edwards, and some of the important Founding Fathers. I was most frustrated during this unit because the writers we had to cut from the original syllabus were all women or poets. Grr. I should have cut Jefferson, Paine, and Henry. Doesn’t everyone know, “Give me liberty or give me death,” that we’re all created with “unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,” and that “these are the times that try men’s souls.” Wouldn’t an American sophomore be brain dead not to know these things? One would think they’d be familiar, right? If so, one would be oh so wrong. So, we spent a day with our three rhetoricians and their famous words.

I have been surprised about how much I’ve actually enjoyed teaching British literature, too. My students have read A Taste of Honey and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead among other things, and I’ve been impressed at their thoughtful consideration of texts that even I find challenging. We’ve discussed cultural studies, hegemony, existentialism, absurdism, Othering, and a variety of other cultural issues, and we’re only three weeks into the school year.

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Finally, I have been surprised at how much I feel like I am getting done this school year. I get up early, and I work on my dissertation. I go to school on the weekends, and get every thing ready for the week. I stay after to take tickets at ball games or to work on some grading or whatnot. I use my prep periods to prep things or grade. And I have time to do other things. I feel so on top of things, and the feeling is pretty nice for a change.

Everything’s comin’ up roses. Or marigolds.

Lent Day 31: Being a Grown Up Sucks Sometimes

Today’s weather was perfect for a run: 70 degrees with a nice lukewarm rain. As I came home from school today, my heart wanted so badly to go for a nice, long run. My spirit wanted to be unleashed and untethered to plod along the Greenway with my bare feet soaking up the rainwater as they splashed along the trail. I could feel the joy in that run.

I sat by the open picture window, looking out across the green floor boards of our front porch and watching the rain fall in the grass of the front yard. I admit that I have been feeling a little sorry for myself for the past month. My body doesn’t seem to have the same aspirations as my spirit when it comes to running or swimming. For example, today instead of wanting to go run, my body wanted to come into the house and fall asleep on the couch by about 5:30.

I’ve been sick quite a bit in the past month, and I wouldn’t say that it’s been a serious sickness. I’ve just been tired and haven’t felt 100 percent. This week, however, just when I wanted to really kick in my running to get ready for this 15K trail run, my body decided to rebel. I’ve had a temperature as high as 101 degrees, and I can’t seem to shake it. Of course, some antibiotics would probably help, but I don’t like to take medicine. Apparently, I’d rather wallow in my own illness than do something about it. How theological is that?

Along with not being able to run tonight, like I wanted to, I also wanted to go to Hartford City to see some bands—The Whipstitch Sallies and So What and the Deliverance—perform and to spend time with some friends. I have been planning to go hear them for several weeks, if not months, so I was really disappointed to not be able to go. But I decided that I am old enough to have to cancel some things when I am sick, which is kind of a big deal for me, because I tend to just keep going until I drop over. In fact, that’s likely why I am sick right now. Last weekend was a doozy, and since the end of February, I have been going nonstop. I’ve been going so nonstop, I was shocked when I looked at the calendar today and realized that April is literally a week away. I’ve missed March somehow. Time generally goes too fast for me anyway, but this was ridiculous.

Somehow I also missed the fact that the Huffington Post Religion section is running a special page for Lent 2012. Do they do this every Lent and I’m just oblivious? Probably.

Each day there is a meditation provided by one person from a diverse group of religious leaders and writers. Some of them are very moving, so I would suggest simply going there and perusing them if you’re so inclined. This one by Rev. Emily C. Heath was one of my particular favorites, and this one by Carol Howard Merritt is a particularly beautiful story of the grace of feet washing, to which I can thank my Church of God friends for introducing me. Enjoy the contemplation.

Peace.

Josh Garrels: Love & War & The Sea In Between

I’ve had this free download since a couple of days after it came out, but I haven’t really listened to it or any other music since school started in the fall. In fact, once school starts, the work for it is all consuming and I pretty much don’t do anything for myself aside from exercising and cooking, so I was pleasantly surprised when I listened to it last night while I was sitting on the couch reading magazine articles and blog posts on the Interwebs. Each song is presented in a different style, and yet retains the overall theme of grace and redemption and healing.Love & War & The Sea in Betweentakes the listeners on a quest or a coming of age journey, but I never did feel as if I’d left the sight of the shore. There is challenge and comfort in the lyrics in a way I don’t often feel in Christian music. Garrels asks us to be self-reflective, but always reminds us that there is comfort just around the bend.

“The Resistence” is somewhere between a rap and a spoken word poem, “Ulysses” uses the story of the Odyssey as the background for a beauty rocking folk song, and “Beyond the Blue” inspires the listener to look beyond themselves with lyrics like “Plumbing the depths to the place in between/The tangible world and the land of a dreams/Because everything ain’t quite it seems/There’s more beneath the appearance of things/A beggar could be king within the shadows,/Of a wing.” I could go on, because each separate track has its own feel and its own message or lesson. But, the lessons aren’t heavy handed. The tracks are so well-written, they make my writer’s heart smile. Poetic, poignant, and beautiful. Each song is simply a comfortable reminder to be who we are purposed to be. Challenging but comfortable, like walking and talking with an old friend.

Josh Garrels