Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Josh's Ode to His Nepal

Don't worry Nepal cause i am coming home
i don't know why
could it possibly be an ineffable feeling
that constantly places a tear into my vulnerable eye.
i really don't know
maybe its your effortless beauty
hidden by the disparity
creating undeniable poverty.
Or could it be
something else?
a feeling felt
underneath my left breast,
that make it possible at night
(with the knowledge of You)
to put my head to a comfortable rest.
Because my Dear
only the ocean's separating us
cause me to fear,
that my idolatrous feelings toward you will disappear.
Yet,
the memories and roots
cause me to realize
i love you,
and
hopefully, i will be looking at You when i die.
The last sight in my eye.


Joshua S. Leslie
December 2009
Washington, D.C.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Runaway Bunny, the son's version...

You fight the inevitable and therefore will doom yourself to dissatisfaction.  I WILL have my own life, you WILL have your life, this is how the world works, but this world also isn't that big.  

No distance is insurmountable; it is the way you perceive it and work to make the spiritual gap smaller that will ultimately define the relationship we have. 

Don't fight rock with water.

I have accepted the inevitable.  It is time for you (guys) to come to terms with it. 

Our relationship will never be the same, but in its place it will be replaced by a new relationship.  Not new people, just a new relationship. 

Enjoy it!   As long as we both wish to maintain a strong relationship, which I know I do, than we will never face an endless rock, but if you keep trying to pretend that you can still fight the rock with water, then you will get nowhere.

Love, Ez

PS: The Rain King is always just around the corner - -that's the magic of living on a sphere,,,

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Thirty Years Ago in Nepal

Journal entry 
Nov. 5th, 1979
Tukche, Mustang
Nepal

"The pleasant moist air of the afternoon has swirled into somber grey clouds of dusk. Niligiri's veiled. The laughter has vanished. A lone dog on a stone wall barks to no one."

Saturday, November 7, 2009

THE SONG OF THE TRAVELLER'S JOY

THE SONG OF THE TRAVELLER'S JOY FAIRY 


Traveller, traveller, tramping by 
To the seaport town where the big ships lie, 
See, I have built a shady bower 
To shelter you from the sun or shower. 
Rest for a bit, then on, my boy! 
Luck go with you, and Traveller's Joy! 

Traveller, traveller, tramping home 
From foreign places beyond the foam, 
See, I have hung out a white festoon 
To greet the lad with the dusty shoon. 
Somewhere a lass looks out for a boy: 
Luck be with you, and Traveller's Joy! 


(Traveller's joy is Wild Clematis; and when the flowers are over, 
it becomes a mass of silky fluff, and then we call it Old-Man's-Beard.)

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Ezra's Moment of Silence (and Simplicity) at NMH Last Month

For those of us who are of the Jewish faith today is the Day of Atonement.  Today is Yom Kippur. Yom Kippur signals the end of the High Holy days and the Days of Awe that separates the Jewish New Year, Rosh Hashonah, and today, Yom Kippur.  In Jewish tradition the Days of Awe represent G-d’s writing of each person’s name and their fate for the upcoming year, and on this day he seals that fate.  Jewish men and women around the world today will abstain from work, from food, and attend services at synagogue.  

Essentially Yom Kippur is the last day to atone for the sins of the past year and more specifically for the sins between man and G-d.

There is a short story I would like to share today with all of you about a young Jewish man who wanted to learn how to atone for his sins.  

The young man went to his Rabbi and asked him if he may observe the Rabbi atoning for his sins.  The Rabbi asked the young man how he atoned for his sins, and the man said, ‘I hold the prayer book in my hand and read from the text, I am nought but an ordinary Jew.’  The Rabbi looked at him over his glasses and said, “Child, I too then am an ordinary Jew, and do just as you do. If you want to see an inspiring atonement go to see Moshe, the tavern-keeper.” 

So the young man did as his Rabbi told him and went to the tavern and asked to stay the night.  Moshe said with sorrow, “I am sorry child I don’t have any rooms this is a mere tavern, but I see that you are tired and weary if you wish I can make you a bed in the corner and you can sleep there.” The young man gladly accepted and took up his space in the corner feigning sleep, but in truth patiently waiting for the moment of atonement.  

Just before dawn Moshe rose, and called on his wife to bring him his diary. He then took his notebook sat on a stool, and lit a candle. Slowly he opened up his diary and began to read out loud what was a book of misdeeds and transgressions.  As he read through his list of small sins (a word of gossip, oversleeping for prayer, forgetting to give a coin to charity) the young man sat quietly in the corner observing.  Soon he realized that Moshe’s face was bathed in tears and he continued to read for more than an hour.

Finally, he put down his diary and called on his wife to bring him his second diary. This was a list of misfortunes and troubles that had happened over the past year (the night he was beaten up by his drunk customers, the day his child fell sick, the days during winter when he was unable to supply firewood for his family, the morning the family’s cow died) and again he read for over an hour the entire time his face was bathed in tears.

When he closed his book, he knelt down on the floor, closed his eyes, looked heavenwards, and said, “So you see, dear Father in Heaven, I have sinned against You.  Last year I repented and promised to fulfill Your commandments, but I repeatedly succumbed to my evil inclination.  But last year I also prayed and begged You for a year of health and prosperity, and I trusted in You that it would indeed be this way.

"Dear Father, today is the eve of Yom Kippur, when everyone forgives and is forgiven. Let us put the past behind us. I'll accept my troubles as atonement for my sins, and You, in Your great mercy, I hope will do the same." 

With that Moshe took his two diaries lifted them above his head and said, “This is my atonement Lord, this is my exchange.”  He then threw his misdeeds, transgressions, misfortunes, and troubles into the fire and soon the coals turned his tear-stained pages to ashes.            

Although Yom Kippur is a holy day for people of the Jewish faith, reflection is a universal ability.  Yet, with the hectic lives we live these days there is very little time to reflect, so for a moment let us reflect and take the opportunity to turn our tear-stained pages to ashes.

Let us be silent. 


Monday, October 26, 2009

And what's it all for?

"How far we all come. How far we all come away from ourselves. So far, so much between, you can never go home again. You can go home, it's good to go home, but you never really get all the way home again in your life. And what's it all for? All I tried to be, all I ever wanted and went away for, what's it all for?

Everything was... better than he ever deserved; only whatever it was and however good it was, it wasn't what you once had been, and had lost and could never have again, and once in a while, once in a long time, you remembered and knew how far you were away, and it hit you hard enough, that little while it lasted, to break your heart."

A Death in the Family
James Agee
(found in my 1977 journal)

The Year 1977

While looking for a copy of Hobbes' "Leviathan" for Joshu's theology course downstairs in Claudia's Philadelphia basement this afternoon, where so much of my American 'sctuff' is kept, I came across one of my earlier journals written in the year immediately after graduating from Amherst.

1977 was quite a year of physical, emotional and spiritual transition in my youthful life. I'd come to Washington, D.C. (ironically where Joshua has come to start his college life in America) after an extra autumn in Amherst, slowly digesting the change from the peaceful academics of college life to the realities of work and professional challenges ahead, spending a year on Capitol Hill working for a U.S. Senator.

2009 means that I'm looking back some 32 years, across the decades of a life lived abroad, professional accomplishment, international development, human rights, with marriage, young children, college children and the personal perspective that such physical, emotional and spiritual distance offers.

I think the line in the 1970s Paul Simon song from 'Heart and Bones' about Carrie Fischer refers to 'an arc of a love affair'.

For our lives aren't merely momentary points on a continuum, nor linear lines of grades, salaries or achievements. Rather, we are human parabola, arcing towards a still point of self-knowledge which, when fully realized, we arc gently away again.

Solitary souls in our body kyacks paddling gently, steadily away from our origins, our births, to middle age to observe more calmly with the safety and quiet silent distance provides the nature of these lives we live, before we turn back to that distant shore, where we return our rented kyacks and ready ourselves for the next journey.

Reading these thoughts of those years, the past Keith speaks still so directly to the present Keith.

In some ways, there was a prescient part of the much younger Keith, even in his turbulent confusion, who could sense the distant future and began to capture some of those feelings in his journals of his 20s where he sensed what he would know -- what life would teach him -- more fully in his 40s or 50s.

"An arc of a love affair..."