Mike couldn’t pass up the opportunity to hang in a
professional gallery, sell a piece, and contribute to the local university. “Canyon Eve” is hanging in the Southern Utah University Braithwraite Fine Arts
Gallery from February 20 – March 5, 2014. His piece is part of the online
auction. Mike was invited to the live auction and fancy diner on March 6th,
but he’ll be in the field. All the pieces donated to this auction will benefit the opening of the Southern Utah Museum of Art.
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Art for Groovefest!
Mike has been working diligently on his art, with the
aspiration to be a professional artist in the near future. Recently he has had
two opportunities to have paintings hang in the community.
The first of which is a benefit for Cedar City Groovefest.
Mike donated his painting “Southern Utah River” to a silent auction located in
Cedar City’s most charming coffee shop, The Grind
His art was in good Company.
Including our housemate, DaKishia Reid, who donated
“Groove”.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Oh Christmas Tree!
My neighbor, Sariah, got a permit from the Bureau of Land Management to
cut a Christmas tree directly from the woods. Luckily for me she invited
me on this adventure. Christmas Vacation style, we did indeed cut the
perfect tree from amongst thousands of trees big and small.
Braving waist deep snow.
We did remember the saw.
Then we trudged the tree up hill.
Trudgery entitles one to bask in the glory.
Christmas Carols and beautiful views made the drive home just as happy as the search for the perfect tree.
Later Sariah invited me to help her decorate! Here is the lovely result. Fortunately the tree does fit in her house. Although, there was a bit of a struggle to persuade the tree to stay straight in the stand. I really like how there is enough space near the trunk to hang ornaments all along the branch, not just on the ends.
Braving waist deep snow.
We did remember the saw.
Then we trudged the tree up hill.
Trudgery entitles one to bask in the glory.
Christmas Carols and beautiful views made the drive home just as happy as the search for the perfect tree.
Later Sariah invited me to help her decorate! Here is the lovely result. Fortunately the tree does fit in her house. Although, there was a bit of a struggle to persuade the tree to stay straight in the stand. I really like how there is enough space near the trunk to hang ornaments all along the branch, not just on the ends.
I love finding a tree every chance I get, but this experience is
absolutely the most fun I've had. It was exciting to be in the endless
possibilities of the woods. We didn't see anyone outside of our group on
this adventure, and he weather was great. It was merely hovering
around freezing on the fine day of the tree hunt. Being outside was
liberating, after several days of being cooped up in negative 10 and
below.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
The Neighbors
These are our neighbors, at their house.
They are a clan of nine Chickens. The nine Chickens belong to a family of nine Children. At our house, our windows are like TV. The Children chase the Chickens and each other. It's a constant source of entertainment. Mike often hollers urgently to me, "Come here comehere COMEHERE! Hurry!." Inevitably something cute is happening. I regularly resiste the urge to take pictures of the Children. It doesn't seem ethical to take photos of other peoples kids without permission.
Sometimes the Chickens come visit us.
They play in our yard, and raid our compost pile. These Chickens are adventurous. We've even seen them cross the road. This gives us much to contemplate.
Occasionally the Chickens invite themselves in.
Mike politely walks them out.
THE END
They are a clan of nine Chickens. The nine Chickens belong to a family of nine Children. At our house, our windows are like TV. The Children chase the Chickens and each other. It's a constant source of entertainment. Mike often hollers urgently to me, "Come here comehere COMEHERE! Hurry!." Inevitably something cute is happening. I regularly resiste the urge to take pictures of the Children. It doesn't seem ethical to take photos of other peoples kids without permission.
Sometimes the Chickens come visit us.
Occasionally the Chickens invite themselves in.
Mike politely walks them out.
THE END
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Simple Life
Wilderness Therapy, farm life, and the Peace Corps
experience are often glamorized as the simple life. No distractions, no
internet, just taking it slowly, and focusing on the important stuff. It’s true
that the important stuff becomes the primary focus. There is hardly any choice.
Wilderness experiences are process and survival oriented. To eat; wood must be
found, broken, and hauled. Then the fire pit must be dug, the coal bowed, and finally
blown into flame. Preparing to eat requires a remarkable amount of time.
Surviving is hard, dirty work. The process of surviving allows time for
thinking and constant connection with those around you. All work is done as a
collective. Eating a hot meal twice a day, striking camp, hiking to a new camp,
and setting up camp is a full day’s work. Still the students must make space
for phase work, relaxing, writing letters, and helping their peers. Wilderness
is very busy.
By contrast the simplicity of modern conveniences disconnects
the average person from the work of living. Heating a home and food is
effortlessly clean with the flip of a switch. The switch disengages the flipper
with the actual process of getting warm. Water for baths warms in seconds. An
entire load of dishes are sanitized and dried via machine. Cars transport
people in a fraction of the time walking or biking requires. Cars also enable
people to effortlessly schlep all kinds of stuff. People from high income
countries are not required to decide what is important because it is no trouble
to throw a few extra things in the car. Indeed, technology makes most
everything easier and faster, yet it is not considered the simple life. Life in
a developed country offers abundant relief from challenging environmental
factors yet gratitude for that relief is lacking.
If conveniences make survival less time consuming, then life
in the era of technology should be the more relaxed pace of life. There should
be ample time to bond with loved ones, hold politicians accountable, be
creative, take care of our health, pursue hobbies, prepare really good meals,
and engage with community. Somehow most people are lacking time most of the
time. People are stressed and disconnected from one another. Endemic Illness
and addiction are symptoms of chronic stress and loneliness.
To flip a switch discourages interdependence. You don’t need
your neighbor, your children, or your spouse to physically survive in a modern
society. It’s challenging to get down to the character of someone when you only
see them flipping a switch. Disconnection is extremely burdensome and lonely. If
there is a trauma, it is that much more challenging to overcome in the absence
of enriching community. People turn to substances, work, and entertainment to
alleviate boredom and discontent. Wilderness is experiential education and
therapy. Everyday survival activities, like breaking wood and digging a fire
pit help students to learn gratitude and joys of authentic, loving connections.
Surviving and helping one another gives students a sense of purpose. Along the
way students process about how they got to where they were, and what need they were
trying to fulfill. In the wilderness, students explore how to lead whole
hearted lives.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Wanted to Share
A friend of mine shared this post with me called "because i'm a twentysomething" from the blog "Today was Meaningful."
This post was really timely for me and many of my friends. I'm always attracting the same kind of friend. They are all special and unique people, but if I were to place them in a category, they would all be in the same one. The category of friend I'm drawn toward is "Whole Hearted Passionate Artist Adventurer" Yes, that is all one title.
This free-spiritedness was charming for a few years, but some loved ones are starting to worry about those of us who are getting closer to thirty. Us near thirty or early thirty somethings are feeling worry creep up in ourselves too. It's weird to worry, and not in our nature. We are worrying about if we'll find our dream job, and moreover, if we'll actually get paid a living wage for it. We're worrying if we'll find partners before we're biologically too mature to have kids, or if we'll have the money situation squared away while we're young enough to have babies. This quarter-life crises thing never ends, it just keeps coming in waves of angst followed by calm.
Work, and the things work invites into our lives is a constant topic of exploration for us adventurers. Several weeks ago, we had a "Feelings Group" at work before we went into the field. One of my colleagues said she felt sad that she wasn't sure she could continue to do the things she wanted to do, because it wasn't financially feasible. Unfortunately this comment was misunderstood as a passive aggressive jab at how much we are being paid. In response an administrator suggested that we should be glad we have jobs.
Perhaps it's a generational gap, or perhaps it's a difference in personality. We adventurers are looking for far more than a paycheck. We are looking for an experience, and personal growth. Ultimately we want a balanced happy life that fuels our passions. We are looking for teamwork and community in our jobs. We want that teamwork amongst colleagues at our level as well as with our superiors. Adventurers look around and wonder if the job we love, and the work environment we want will support kids and pay for retirement. Administrator, sir, the worries expressed are far deeper than the current job.
This post was really timely for me and many of my friends. I'm always attracting the same kind of friend. They are all special and unique people, but if I were to place them in a category, they would all be in the same one. The category of friend I'm drawn toward is "Whole Hearted Passionate Artist Adventurer" Yes, that is all one title.
This free-spiritedness was charming for a few years, but some loved ones are starting to worry about those of us who are getting closer to thirty. Us near thirty or early thirty somethings are feeling worry creep up in ourselves too. It's weird to worry, and not in our nature. We are worrying about if we'll find our dream job, and moreover, if we'll actually get paid a living wage for it. We're worrying if we'll find partners before we're biologically too mature to have kids, or if we'll have the money situation squared away while we're young enough to have babies. This quarter-life crises thing never ends, it just keeps coming in waves of angst followed by calm.
Work, and the things work invites into our lives is a constant topic of exploration for us adventurers. Several weeks ago, we had a "Feelings Group" at work before we went into the field. One of my colleagues said she felt sad that she wasn't sure she could continue to do the things she wanted to do, because it wasn't financially feasible. Unfortunately this comment was misunderstood as a passive aggressive jab at how much we are being paid. In response an administrator suggested that we should be glad we have jobs.
Perhaps it's a generational gap, or perhaps it's a difference in personality. We adventurers are looking for far more than a paycheck. We are looking for an experience, and personal growth. Ultimately we want a balanced happy life that fuels our passions. We are looking for teamwork and community in our jobs. We want that teamwork amongst colleagues at our level as well as with our superiors. Adventurers look around and wonder if the job we love, and the work environment we want will support kids and pay for retirement. Administrator, sir, the worries expressed are far deeper than the current job.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Hugs
I’m an affectionate person. My mom raised me with lots of
hugs and kisses and I never grew out of it. I often find myself craving a hug.
When I first started working at Red Cliff, I was frequently
lonely or sad in the field. It was challenging to work in such an emotional
capacity while getting so few hugs. Every time my co-staff and I had a meeting
I made sure to hug them, more for my sake than theirs.
There is a time and a place for hugs in the field. Usually
at a naming or a knifing the honored student will hug everyone in the circle.
Once in a while, a student will ask for a hug for one reason or another. If it
is a male student, I always say no. If it is a female student, it depends on
the situation. Truly, a professional working with youth does not want to put
themselves in a position where anything can be misconstrued. Hugging gets dicey
pretty fast.
It is challenging to see a student obviously hurting and in
need of a hug. I’ll give out back pats now and again. If the situation truly
merits it, then I’ll tell a sad student to go hug another student in the group.
I only suggest hugging a peer if it’s a sad birthday in treatment, or a dog
died at home, or anything that would be unusually draining.
The Red Cliff therapy model does not emphasize warm fuzzy
comforts, but I would say that it is very much a nurturing environment. The
curriculum is designed to empower students, and the field guides radiate positive,
caring vibes. I’ve found that hugging, validation, and attention seeking can
all become crutches that people could become overly dependent on. Heavy
reliance on affection is often symptomatic of someone who allows other peoples
moods to determine their own mood.
When I started working at Red Cliff it was quickly clear to
me that my mood was dependent on the mood of others. This is a very vulnerable
place to be in when you’re an authority figure surrounded by upset teenagers. Over
the last nine months I’ve become better at maintaining my mood and my sense of
self regardless of those I’m surrounded by. My awareness of this tendency in myself has
gone from none to some, which is big. Actually changing this dynamic will
probably come incrementally as most emotional change does. I don’t want to stop
being a huggy person. I think hugs are good for your health. (Yes, I know CNN
is far from scholarly.) It’s just that I
don’t want to be dependent on hugs, or other people’s moods. I want to understand
my underlying motivations and act from a wise mind as opposed to react from an
emotional space.
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