My dharma sibling, Maia Duerr, publishes a public newsletter upon every moon cycle, and I want to follow suit.
And I believe that this moon-aligned behaviour is alive in practitioners of the Jewish tradition.
Different faiths, same moon. Different beliefs, same planet.
without further ado, here are snapshots from my part of the world:
Warning: image-heavy content follows
A big Thank You to the magnificent vocalists – and distinguished instrumentalists – who have given me an education in jazz repertoire.
This list is, of course, not exhaustive.
I told my sister-in-Christ that I was reading up on the Balkan conflict and various historical tragedies. Then she said, “why do you need to read that? the Bible already has war and violence.”
So, I will now direct my attention to visual depictions of Biblical violence.
The above list is certainly not exhaustive.
The somewhat provocative title of this post is a nod to Simone de Beauvoir's famous book, “The Second Sex”, where sex is a somewhat quaint word for gender.
As an aside, a quote that has stuck with me from that book is: “a woman finds her value in her reflection in a man's eyes.”
And: “a young girl is taught from toddler-age that she has to behave in a feminine way. She must not open her legs wide; she must make sure her skirt does not reveal her panties while she is playing with other four-year-old children... These norms are imposed by a congregation of much older women, who confine her with a multitude of rules that delineate feminine behaviour and un-feminine behaviour.”
Okay, back to my post.
If the second sex is female, and the first sex is male, what is the third sex? I submit that the Third Sex is the male that crumbles apart in a family context, when he navigates married life with a spouse. Suddenly he finds that his own boyhood has not prepared him to handle the storms in “adult” life. All his life he has whined about – and resented – his domineering father, and now, suddenly, he himself has a mewing infant in his arms.
Now what?
I enjoy collecting nuggets of information and someone suggested that I share it with an appreciative audience. That's you, right? Right?
Ahem, let's get started, then.
I shall apply Chatham House Rules, as I deem appropriate.
I heard about SEA Punk. Like solarpunk, but with a focus on the region of SEA: South-east Asia.
This is the pain point: “We're in the same geographic region but we have no common identity! can we change that?”
source of Venn diagram: “What is Seapunk?”
about the intersection between Intellectual Property (IP) laws, and creative practitioners.
I heard that design patents are only enforce-able in Singapore, if they are registered in Singapore. That means that a “pirate” in, say, China, can reproduce and mass-manufacture your designs without penalty, as long they operate within China (and possibly export to the world).
From 8th August 2024 to the present day, I have been frequenting a Fourth Space.
And what is a Fourth Space, one may ask. If a Third Space is a physical location that is neither one's home nor office – think: Starbucks – then a Fourth Space is a Third Space with the co-existence of the Internet sphere. Think about conference venues with a live-stream where remote viewers can participate in the Question-and-Answer segment of a discussion panel. [footnote 1].
I refer to a book by Brené Brown, titled: “Braving the Wilderness: The Quest for True Belonging and the Courage to Stand Alone”.
That particular Fourth Space was – has been, and still is, and quite likely will be – a frightening wilderness. After almost a year, I have nearly forgotten how intimidating it was for me, to first open the door. Hence I think newcomers to the space will probably still feel that fright today. (Hence the importance of a welcoming host, behind the door.)
One year later, I can say to myself: you're doing fine by yourself in the wilderness. Congrats, you did it all alone. (With the help of your spiritual disciplines, of course.) And other people have appeared in the wilderness, and they are doing fine by themselves too. It's solitude meeting solitude.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.” – Gospel of Matthew, chapter 5, verse 9
It is interesting how the Buddha has calmed down the warriors of two separate clans, who were on the verge of a war. (the story is there.)
I didn't set out to be a mediator. But, lest readers think more of me than my low estate, I shall keep the details of certain shenanigans to myself. Suffice to say that both professional workplaces and domestic abodes have seen their share of strife, whether overt or covert.
I have been working hard to find a peace-of-mind, which is so sought-after and yet so elusive. (Not even Prime Ministers and business-owners may find this peace-of-mind, though they may certainly boast of more gold bullions and nuclear bombs than me.)
A collection of quotes that spoke to me. Inspired by Ruskin Bond's book, “Little Book of Everything”.
Beware: ahead lies mentions of religion, spirituality and various unmentionables.
from Henry David Thoreau. “Civil Disobedience and Other Essays”.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind. There is no play in them, for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things..
from Ralph Waldo Emerson:
What is success?
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch Or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!
from Charlie Mackesy. “The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse”.
“When things get difficult remember who you are.”
'Who am I?' asked the boy.
'You are loved,' said the horse.
from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. “The little prince”. (Chapter 21).
“Goodbye,” he said.
“Goodbye,” said the fox. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
“What is essential is invisible to the eye,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
“It is the time I have wasted for my rose—” said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember.
“Men have forgotten this truth,” said the fox. “But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose . . .”
“I am responsible for my rose,” the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
From John Pritchard's book, “Why go to church?” (Page 18):
Making the effort to put ourselves into a place of glad gratitude is nearly always worthwhile. It changes our point of view. It says: 'this is what I was made for. This is where I'm meant to be.' and gradually, oh so gradually, we become a fraction more like the one we worship.
It was my first time buying a bottle of wine. Previously, I had only bought wine by the glass, at various bars. And, of course, the sales assistant now seized the opportunity to brainwash me into buying more than I could conceivably drink. (Probably she was in danger of losing her job if she couldn't meet her sales target for the month. But, dear madame, I can't mend your life at the expense of my budget.) I turned her down firmly, at least three times.
The title says it all.
I shall attempt to compile a list of news articles, below.
If the rich and famous can die suddenly – in the midst of their affluence and opulence – so can I.
A question for myself: does Sergeant Death really care if I am rich or poor, single or married?
Memento mori.
