Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

31 January

Living In The Pure Land, Re-thinking Suffering And Compassion. What Makes Us Angry And Hateful?

by Jon Katz

We all know that the wonders of life are always here, writes Thich Nhat Hanh, “the blue sky, the white cloud, the beautiful river, the rain, the flowers, the birds, the trees, the children.”

Hanh calls this idealized world, this dream, and fantasy, the “Pure Land.”

There is a tendency to believe that this “pure” land is full of misery, says Hanh, and I sometimes dream of being somewhere without suffering.

Isn’t that the goal of the compassionate human being? Hanh and respected spiritualists say their definition of a pure land is not a place where there is no suffering because suffering and happiness are one thing, not separate things.

That’s true for me. My great happiness has been born almost directly out of my suffering. I believe that pain is inevitable, but suffering is a choice. So is being happy. I do have some control over both. I know I can change; I’ve been changing for 20 years or more, and the work is not nearly done.

I like Hanh’s idea of suffering and happiness being intertwined.

He says happiness can only be recognized against the background of suffering. Without suffering as a contrast, it is almost impossible to recognize happiness or feel it deeply.

I find happiness impossible when I don’t embrace and have understanding and compassion.  And I too often have trouble doing both. The more compassionate I feel, the happier I am. That’s a big deal for me.

I am learning that the definition of a happy person is quite simple: a human being who is compassionate and understanding. It isn’t as hard as I thought.

Without working to embrace those values, I had trouble relating to anyone. The more I expanded this spiritual direction, the more I had difficulty relating to many people.

If I can, I see the importance of speaking kindly and gently to others, even those who hate me. It’s a struggle for me. I grew up as a warrior, fighting for every inch of space that I occupied. I’m not sure how to let go of that. I believe it’s one of the reasons I’m alive.

The idea of mindfulness has helped me: mindfulness means living in the present moment. Essentially, it means being (intentionally) more aware and awake to each moment and being fully engaged in what is happening in my surroundings – with acceptance and without judgment. Giving up judgment makes compassion a lot easier.

I’m not there yet, of course. I may never get there or live long enough to get there. But I benefit from trying, seeking, thinking, and learning to live in the moment.  The more empathy I feel, the less anger, disappointment, and fear. Those are the things that make us hateful. I don’t need to be a saint, blessedly, I need to be a better human.

Please observe and look around you,” suggests Hanh,  “and you will see that very well: the person full of understanding and compassion does not suffer; they are happy.” To see evidence of this, watch the news for a few minutes and consider the people and their hatred and rage. They seem to have no idea about compassion or understanding.

I see these emotions as a flower or a crop that needs attention and care. Happiness is, I am discovering, related to compassion.

If compassion isn’t there, it’s almost impossible for me or anyone I know to nurture, cultivate, and “plant and grow” compassion.

When I imagine a place without suffering, a pure land, how would people like me or anyone else get the chance to learn and develop their understanding of different lives and know how to be forgiving and compassionate of others?

People are unhappy when I fight back or argue with the world’s many busybodies and broken people.

But a spiritual direction does not require me to be a saint, and I have no desire to be one. This notion makes it difficult for people like me to seek and embrace spirituality. I will get angry at times, and I will argue and feel hurt and resentful. I am a human being, a man, that doesn’t often come naturally.

I want to be a human being learning how to feel compassion for people who are angry and lie about me. I was raised to be honest and to fight back. I’m getting better all the time, but I’m not there. I have no ambition to reach sainthood; I want to be a better human.

31 January

Mark Goldstein’s Bird Photo. The Joy Of Sharing Creativity. Appreciating The Many Good People Online

by Jon Katz

Every time I get a new lens for my camera, my photography depends and grows. Photographer Mark Goldstein sent me this photo this morning; Nicky and a half dozen other blog readers sent me more bird pictures.

Lenses change my life, as do animals. I am in touch with flower lovers,  cat lovers, donkey lovers, dog lovers, cat lovers (Zip lovers, for sure), sheep lovers, and chicken lovers, as well as people seeking a spiritual direction. I’m making some extraordinary friends.

Although we all have different ways of doing things, most of these messages are helpful, supportive, and helpful. Advice is offered as a thought, not a command, not condescending or disrespectful. For me, these communities have been eye-openers and good ones. The trolls seem to get all of the attention (guilty), but the good people are rarely heard of, and there are many of them.

I am hearing from them every day. I also hear from angry and disconnected people. That’s life in America.

To successfully shoot birds and through glass,” wrote Mark, “use a small focus point or area. Maybe even the smallest the camera offers. A more extensive array will make it difficult to focus. Using a smaller focus area also helps with light. The automatic brightness will adjust to the minor focus point, making the bird’s exposure accurate.” I took the attached nuthatch photo a few weeks ago through my kitchen window.”
Mark’s ideas are good. I do use autofocus, but I also need to move back and forth to get clarity when I want that. I’m approaching the glass problem differently; I’m tinkerly with the glass.

My spiritual direction is helping me to be less angry and combative, but I still have a powerful instinct to fight back when I am assaulted. It’s easy to talk about compassion but more complex to practice it.

I have no trouble being disagreed with; it happens every day. Flower people help me identify flowers; bird people help me identify flowers; donkey people share their donkey stories; and dog and cat people…well, they love to share photos and stories about their birds and animals.

We all come from the same heart; being friendly and gentle with one another feels so much better.

We support and encourage one another. The downside is that the animal world attracts fanatics and angry and broken people. Nothing extraordinary is free.

But for all the noise about online cruelty, there is much more online humanity. I believe in fighting this rampant cruelty; many think I should be silent about it. But that’s not me, and I am learning to love and embrace myself. The good people need space and support.

I love Mark’s photo,  taken with an Olympus OM-1. Mark gave me good advice on how to focus while shooting through glass. It’s pretty remarkable. I don’t know what kind of photos I want to take or in what style. These other ideas and images help me sort that out. I like softer and less literal photos, but Mark’s photo is unique.

That’s a great shot.

Thanks, Mark, stay in touch.

30 January

Color And Light, As Promised, Bedlam Farm Journal, Tuesday, January 30, 2024

by Jon Katz

We might not get rain for a few days, which our septic system would appreciate. I had fun and excitement testing the bird photo initiative. I’d love anyone who loves animals to come to the blog and share the joy of the farm with Maria and me. We’ll see what happens, and thanks for all your support and good wishes.

See you in the morning after my weekly Zoom meeting with blog readers. I’ve got some beautiful books to read.

Maria is considering selling some of our new, clean books on eBay. It’s a good idea (thanks, Peggy). We have a lot of new novels and other books in perfect condition. We usually give them away, but it’s time to sell some of them.

The money will help us pay for the water plumbing and septic challenges ahead. The rain is doing some ugly things to the farm. Profits go to Maria. She’ll be doing most of the work.


30 January

Introducing The Next Thing: Bird And Nature Photographs. I Practiced Today in Maria’s Studio. Lens Coming Soon

by Jon Katz

Today, I launched my new experiment to take pictures of birds and nature. I work hard at my photography, and I want to keep getting better. This is yet another way to do that, especially during the winter. I’m taking some Leica lessons in a month or so.

I traded three, possibly four, lenses for a particular used Leica 100-400 mm lens. It’s used, but that is rarely a program with Leica equipment, built to last longer than me.

I had to trade three lenses, four (maybe four). My rule is I don’t buy anything I can’t trade for, or that would increase debt. I won’t know about the bird photos until the new lens comes in two or three weeks. The lens I was using today had the auto focus going crazy while i tried to shoot through the glass in Maria’s studio. I’ll make a profit on this transfer.

I’m trying to figure out what photos I can capture; shooting the glass window in Maria’s studio will take some practice,   more learning, and more patience. My new lens will shoot more precisely through the class than the one I used today, a Sigma 1.2.8.

Birds are astonishingly sensitive to movement. I have to learn how to be still.

So, I practiced today to gauge the bird speed, the settings, and the focus. I like the lack of digital clarity; it gives the photos more softness and appeal. But this is really the first serious effort I’ve made to shoot birds, who move like lightning and take a great deal. The new lens I’m getting (actually used) is a Leica 100-400, supposedly one of the best nature lenses available for a sane price.

The birds zip in and out like rockets; I must be lucky to catch one still. I might need a hand trigger. I took these photos in poor light from inside a bright room. That always makes focus shakey. But I like the way they came out.

Like my flower photos, I don’t want to take close-ups; I want to capture a feeling, an emotion, a softness.

I want the photos to be gentle and touching, something you might want to sit and look at for a while, something that captures the beauty and the detail of life. I want to add the bird people to the dog people, the cat people to the donkey people, and the sheep and curious and thoughtful and spiritual people who read my blog. I want to make these photos spiritual, softly and indirectly.

 

I love the symbolism of this kind of photo; they capture a feeling more than anything and are deliberately softer than conventional digital photography. These photos are not literal; they are an emotion of a kind. I need to figure a lot of different things out.

 

 

These five photos took an hour; I used a tripod and stood and waited, finger on the trigger, through the window of Maria’s studio. I think the one above is my favorite. I have no idea what the names of these birds are.

With my flower waters, I look to capture the soul of a flower, not the standard close-up details. I’ve yet to figure out what I want to do with my bird and nature photos, and the lens won’t be here for a few weeks.

Thanks for looking at these first bird photos. I need a tripod and more work on the exposure and clarity. Sitting in Maria’s studio is fun, which I rarely do, while she works on her quilt and sings and listens to the radio. When the lens comes, I’ll be there often for a while unless she throws me out.

I took a photo of her latest quilt in progress, an “Owl” quilt which many people already want to buy. The photo below is from the quilt today.

 

Above, from Maria’s new quilt, which is sold.

30 January

Americana. Barns No Longer Loved Tremble And Die, They Are Lost Forever

by Jon Katz

Birds nest wherever they fancy:
Mama Chickadee warms her
babes in a rusty hurricane lamp
high aloft above an old barn floor. ” – Joan Rooney

 

I love old barns, dark and musty and crammed with the detritus of life. Real farmers never buy anything new or anything at retail price. They figure they will never do everything more than once, and they cram the arts and old tractors and tools into the corner of the barn until it’s needed. They hate what is called “the price of things.”

Barns that are not loved tremble and die; the harsh winter storms take them apart. Actual barns can never be replaced by plastic or aluminum. When they are gone, they are gone forever.

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