Although the weather in Kathmandu is about as idyllic as G-d created, springtime in the Himalaya, with warm, cloudless days and balmy, quiet evenings under the protective gaze of Shivapuri, I've come to the States for a couple of weeks to keep our global family together w/ me as the string that ties my own life and unites the Asian and American branches of a loving clan.
I've come primarily b/c Mom had a heart attack two weeks ago. Since none of us expected Mom to have cardiac problems, it caught all of us by surprise and concern. When I go off the plane in K'du after a lovely five day vacation at the BKK Marriot by the Chao Praya river, there were a queue of messages on my cell phone. The first was from my sister, Claudia, saying Mom had a 'massive heart attack', then a series of messages from Mom herself saying she was in the hospital for 'tests'. Hmmm...
I immediately called Claudia's dear husband, Louis, at 2 am to find out the reality. He reassured me that Mom was ok, but that she had suffered a serious heart problem, even w/o knowing within the past two weeks that was caught on an EKG when she went in for tests as she was feeling weak and tired. That EKG landed her immediately in the hospital in West Palm Beach where they began treatment for the loss of about half of her left ventricle. She was there for four days, then home to recover. Claudia immediately came down for a week, followed by my little sister, Avery, and now moi.
With my working world having taken a 'sabbatical' at the end of March, I had been planning on spending a few weeks w/ Mom and Dad in Florida in October, but with this turn of events, I quickly made reservations to come to be w/ them after Avery left for home and flew out of K'du on Monday evening on Eithad via Abu Dhabi to NYC.
One of the pleasures of not having full-time work, of course, is the time to be able to be w/ family in such situations. Actually, my first week 'off' was spent w/ Ezi and Ms. Leah at the Marriot in BKK (while Shaku participated in Nepal's first election in nine years). Then, Scott, Sochua and Malika came to K'du last week for a week during the Khmer New Year. Scott and Malika have been coming regularly the past five years for an autumn RnR, but this was the first time Mu Sochua came since they were all here for the Great 2000 New Year's celebration. Now, I've the time to spend two weeks in the US w/ M&D, then up to see Joshua in Massachusetts.
I'm still a bit hazy actually since I only arrived here 24 hours ago, just in time to see the Liverpool vs Chelsea game at my parents. My Eithad flight landed at JFK at 8:30 am (almost exactly 24 hours after leaving Kathmandu...), then I caught a 10:50 am JetBlue flight to West Palm where M&D had a limo pick me up to take me to their home for the 2:45 pm kick-off, as they were at the doctor's for a check-up for Mom.
Naturally, there are many 'visions' in my thoughts in coming 'home' to the States. The fights are actually just a blur of movies (Eithad offers 74 int'l selections on the small tv screen on the seat in front of you), magazines, meals and mental mist. I did enjoy watching a Filipino love story, a film about Nelson Mandela in jail (with Joseph Fiennes starring as his South African jailer) and a third film that I can't even remember right now (more mental mist...).
I'll write more about the impressions of a long-term expatriate in my next post. I'm still trying to balance my own life realities while I'm being called to the kitchen for a tunafish lunch...
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Deuteronomy 17:19
'And he shall read in it all the days of his life...'
Deuteronomy 17:19
Yes, and are we left to wonder what 'it' is?
Is it the Bible itself?
Or the sacred mystery of creation?
The 'radical amazement' that we are even alive? That we exist.
The 'myserium tremendum' as the Protestant theologans described our world?
Or, may we interpret this as our own personal histories, our experiences?
Do we 'read' from our own learning, our self-knowledge, our reflections?
Our being.
Is this the 'thing in-itself' for which the theologians have been searching?
Were the early rabbis merely another form of yogic sages?
Writing to reflect upon their reflections?
The Bible creating a life-long spiritual inner yogic posture?
Cleansing and refining the soul through deeply immersed thought?
'for all the days of our lives'...
Deuteronomy 17:19
Yes, and are we left to wonder what 'it' is?
Is it the Bible itself?
Or the sacred mystery of creation?
The 'radical amazement' that we are even alive? That we exist.
The 'myserium tremendum' as the Protestant theologans described our world?
Or, may we interpret this as our own personal histories, our experiences?
Do we 'read' from our own learning, our self-knowledge, our reflections?
Our being.
Is this the 'thing in-itself' for which the theologians have been searching?
Were the early rabbis merely another form of yogic sages?
Writing to reflect upon their reflections?
The Bible creating a life-long spiritual inner yogic posture?
Cleansing and refining the soul through deeply immersed thought?
'for all the days of our lives'...
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
A Year & a Half in the National Human Rights (Wrongs) Commission
Well, it's time to say 'adieu' to the National Human Rigts Commission (NHRC) and my nineteen remarkable months as the UNDP Sr. Human Rights Advisor (SHRA) in the Commission!
It's been an amazing, complex and fascinating period that was originally meant to last only one year, but was extended last September when, finally, new NHRC commissioners were nominated and approved by the nation's Legislature-Parliament. For the first year of my position, there had been neither commissioners nor a secretary at the Commission, limiting the effectiveness of both the NHRC and their SHRA.
In fact, if UNDP had known beforehand that the newly restored democratic Government of Nepal (GON) would take fifteen months to appoint new commissioners, it's unlikely that it would have gone ahead w/ the recruitment for my position at that time.
Still, in the mysterious ways of the world, the UNDP/OHCHR SHRA position was posted in 'The Economist' soon after my Save the Children world disappeared in the sands of time. I applied, was interviewed by phone while at Mom & Dad's in Palm Beach Gardens in July, then began this work a few weeks after my long walk home in mid-August 2006 from the Kathmandu airport to Budhanilkantha after my last field trip to Biratnagar to say 'goodbye' to the staff and NGO colleagues.
Since then, I've had the rare opportunity as an expat of participating in the daily working world of the National Human Rights Commission (NHRC).
I came at an unusual time, when the Commission and country were still in turmoil due to the partisan politics that roiled Nepal due to Gyanendra's aborted royal restoration in 2005-06. A massive People's Movement (Jann Andolan) had forced the king back into the palace in the Spring of 2006 and brought the political parties back to power with the promise of the restoration of multi-party democracy and a peaceful negotiation to the decade-long Maoist People's War.
The NHRC commissioners, who had been appointed by the authoritarian king, were forced to resign in July 2006, leaving the Commission leadership-less and with only an Acting Secretary on contract to provide the institution much-needed guidance and solace after the wounds they suffered under the king's administration.
Therefore, for that first year, rather than serve as the advisor to the Chairperson of the Commission, I was caught up in the internecine politics within and without the Commission that threatened to capsize the Commission itself and undermine the years of effort that had gone into creating a national rights institute in Nepal (by legislation in 1997 and existence in 2000).
The Commission badly needed to recover from its questionable reputation when they were unable or unwilling to challenge the king's take-over and lost the trust and respect of the human rights community in Nepal during that ignoble period.
First the Commission needed to re-establish relations with the human rights defenders who had taken the risks and suffered the prison sentences and periods of exile to uphold the fundamental rights of Nepal's fragile democracy. They also needed to regain the trust of the restored Parliament, as well as the broader civil society, donors and international community.
Yet without commissioners or a legitimate secretary, the hard-working, dedicated staff of the Commission were quite alone.
However, slowly, steadily, at the end of 2006 and the first half of 2007, with the assistance of the UNDP Capacity Development of the NHRC (CDNHRC) project, the image of the National Human Rights Commission began to be revised and replenished. The NHRC and CDNHRC staff worked assiduously to meet political, civil society and bilateral leaders to re-aquaint them with the on-going protection and promotion work of the Commission, as well as restate the Commission's commitment to challenge the continuing human rights impunity within Nepali society.
Over the past year++, through a constant series of national and regional workshops, press statements, human rights reports, trainings and a wide range of monitoring missions and investigations, the Commission has elevated its stature.
Now, with the arrival in September 2007 of the new Commissioners, appointed by the Paris Principles, led by a former Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, Kedarnath Upadhyay, and an experienced, Commission-appointed, Cabinet-approved Secretary, Bishal Khanal, in February 2008, the Commission is ready to begin a new stage in its brief history.
For me, it's been a pleasure to work with the Commissioners, Kedarnath, K.B. Rokaya, Gauri Pradhan, Leela Pathak and Ram Nagina Singh, for these past six months and Bishalji for the past six weeks. The Commission is fortunate to have their experience and leadership to guide the institution in the challenging months ahead. Even with the Constituent Assembly elections due on April 10th, there will continue to be many human rights abuses (both past and present...) that will require steadfast determination by the Commission to confront, document and end throughout the country.
For, no matter how much well-intentioned support the international community can offer Nepal, (as the Brits say...) 'at the end of the day', it is only the Nepalis who can set the paradigms and standards for human rights in their own country. As foreign friends and colleagues, we can help, we can advise, we can guide, we can support (financially as well as thoughtfully...), but an end to impunity, abuse, discrimination and war can only be achieved by the Nepalis for the Nepalis.
Nepal is turning a massive page in its history. The old world is over and the new one yet to be born. This is a lengthy interregnum between a feudal past that lasted through the 20th century to a more democratic, dignified, egalitarian future. There are many wrongs to right, many crimes to be uncovered, many people seeking to break free of past caste and ethnic confinements, many stories to be told...
In all of this, there is a critical role for the National Human Rights Commission.
I'm glad that I had the oppoprtunity to be part of this transition and wish the Commission only the best as it carries forward, stroke by throughtful stroke, into the unseeable, unquenchable future.
It's been an amazing, complex and fascinating period that was originally meant to last only one year, but was extended last September when, finally, new NHRC commissioners were nominated and approved by the nation's Legislature-Parliament. For the first year of my position, there had been neither commissioners nor a secretary at the Commission, limiting the effectiveness of both the NHRC and their SHRA.
In fact, if UNDP had known beforehand that the newly restored democratic Government of Nepal (GON) would take fifteen months to appoint new commissioners, it's unlikely that it would have gone ahead w/ the recruitment for my position at that time.
Still, in the mysterious ways of the world, the UNDP/OHCHR SHRA position was posted in 'The Economist' soon after my Save the Children world disappeared in the sands of time. I applied, was interviewed by phone while at Mom & Dad's in Palm Beach Gardens in July, then began this work a few weeks after my long walk home in mid-August 2006 from the Kathmandu airport to Budhanilkantha after my last field trip to Biratnagar to say 'goodbye' to the staff and NGO colleagues.
Since then, I've had the rare opportunity as an expat of participating in the daily working world of the National Human Rights Commission (NHRC).
I came at an unusual time, when the Commission and country were still in turmoil due to the partisan politics that roiled Nepal due to Gyanendra's aborted royal restoration in 2005-06. A massive People's Movement (Jann Andolan) had forced the king back into the palace in the Spring of 2006 and brought the political parties back to power with the promise of the restoration of multi-party democracy and a peaceful negotiation to the decade-long Maoist People's War.
The NHRC commissioners, who had been appointed by the authoritarian king, were forced to resign in July 2006, leaving the Commission leadership-less and with only an Acting Secretary on contract to provide the institution much-needed guidance and solace after the wounds they suffered under the king's administration.
Therefore, for that first year, rather than serve as the advisor to the Chairperson of the Commission, I was caught up in the internecine politics within and without the Commission that threatened to capsize the Commission itself and undermine the years of effort that had gone into creating a national rights institute in Nepal (by legislation in 1997 and existence in 2000).
The Commission badly needed to recover from its questionable reputation when they were unable or unwilling to challenge the king's take-over and lost the trust and respect of the human rights community in Nepal during that ignoble period.
First the Commission needed to re-establish relations with the human rights defenders who had taken the risks and suffered the prison sentences and periods of exile to uphold the fundamental rights of Nepal's fragile democracy. They also needed to regain the trust of the restored Parliament, as well as the broader civil society, donors and international community.
Yet without commissioners or a legitimate secretary, the hard-working, dedicated staff of the Commission were quite alone.
However, slowly, steadily, at the end of 2006 and the first half of 2007, with the assistance of the UNDP Capacity Development of the NHRC (CDNHRC) project, the image of the National Human Rights Commission began to be revised and replenished. The NHRC and CDNHRC staff worked assiduously to meet political, civil society and bilateral leaders to re-aquaint them with the on-going protection and promotion work of the Commission, as well as restate the Commission's commitment to challenge the continuing human rights impunity within Nepali society.
Over the past year++, through a constant series of national and regional workshops, press statements, human rights reports, trainings and a wide range of monitoring missions and investigations, the Commission has elevated its stature.
Now, with the arrival in September 2007 of the new Commissioners, appointed by the Paris Principles, led by a former Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, Kedarnath Upadhyay, and an experienced, Commission-appointed, Cabinet-approved Secretary, Bishal Khanal, in February 2008, the Commission is ready to begin a new stage in its brief history.
For me, it's been a pleasure to work with the Commissioners, Kedarnath, K.B. Rokaya, Gauri Pradhan, Leela Pathak and Ram Nagina Singh, for these past six months and Bishalji for the past six weeks. The Commission is fortunate to have their experience and leadership to guide the institution in the challenging months ahead. Even with the Constituent Assembly elections due on April 10th, there will continue to be many human rights abuses (both past and present...) that will require steadfast determination by the Commission to confront, document and end throughout the country.
For, no matter how much well-intentioned support the international community can offer Nepal, (as the Brits say...) 'at the end of the day', it is only the Nepalis who can set the paradigms and standards for human rights in their own country. As foreign friends and colleagues, we can help, we can advise, we can guide, we can support (financially as well as thoughtfully...), but an end to impunity, abuse, discrimination and war can only be achieved by the Nepalis for the Nepalis.
Nepal is turning a massive page in its history. The old world is over and the new one yet to be born. This is a lengthy interregnum between a feudal past that lasted through the 20th century to a more democratic, dignified, egalitarian future. There are many wrongs to right, many crimes to be uncovered, many people seeking to break free of past caste and ethnic confinements, many stories to be told...
In all of this, there is a critical role for the National Human Rights Commission.
I'm glad that I had the oppoprtunity to be part of this transition and wish the Commission only the best as it carries forward, stroke by throughtful stroke, into the unseeable, unquenchable future.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
I Believe that...
Last week as a Lincoln School Board member I participated in a three day intensive strategic planning exercise with students, teachers, parents, administrators and other Board members. The sessions were facilitated by a education specialist from Upstate New York, not far from where I grew up, outside Syracuse.
As one of the first exercises in this process, Steve (the facilitator) asked each of us to make a list of some of our core beliefs that we would share with our small group. Then the small group made its own list of core values that were later merged with the other groups working on the same task. These then were an initial step in creating a set of Core Values for Lincoln School.
On my personal list of core values, I included:
1. Nature is the greatest teacher.
2. Wisdom is shared, never personal.
3. Every person has a voice.
4. Life is sacred.
5. Anger is a form of hurt.
6. Truth is usually hidden.
7. Trust is a form of love.
I think I'll spend some more looking at my own list and reflecting to myself on why these were the thoughts that appeared to best represent the higher values that 54 years have offered me. There must be more for me to 'see' within these brief expressions. Some aspects that distill all I have felt, learned and lived.
Some of the words pop out to me even now. If I was to reduce each of these seven aphorisms to a two word koan, they would be:
* nature-teacher
* wisdom-shared
* person-voice
* life-sacred
* anger- hurt
* truth-hidden
* trust-love
I think that there's a lot for me to still 'unpack' even these seven word tennis matches... Maybe a lifetime of contemplation...
Curiously, my friend, Roger, who used to work with me while I was at Save the Children, at one point during those three days turned to me and said to me, out of the blue: 'Keith, you missed your true calling, you should have been a poet.'
Strange, no? I've spend a quarter century as an INGO community development director and human rights advocate, but a person-stranger-colleague who knows me (methinks) only slightly turns and says that I should have spent those years doing something different.
Yet, what I think Roger was saying was that I should spend more time with words. Poetry or not, I do know that words touch me almost like nothing else. Roger must have heard that in my voice, I suppose. It's fascinating what others see in each of us that we have a hard time perceiving as directly in our selves...
Even during our evening Board meetings in the LS library I can't stop myself from bringing a book back to my seat to glance at while the meetings go round and round. Last time it was Styron's "Sophie's Choice" and a verse novel set in California by Vikram Seth. I half wished I could just curl up on a couch there and just disappear in to those great and rich worlds far from the necessary demands of Board debates, discussions and decisions.
Even 34 years later, I still recall the last lines of Elie Wiesel's poetic, humanist novel, "The Gates of the Forest" where he describes the commitment the protagonist makes to be 'honest, humble and strong'. Four simple, unexceptional words, except for the fact that they touched me so deeply that they remain etched in my long-term memory while so much else has faded away.
Ranier Marie Rilke did the same to me in a book I first saw about the same time in my early life (at Jane Leiper's lovely hillside Berkeley home) of Ben Shahn etchings titled, "For the Sake of a Single Verse". In a handful of expressions, Rilke's words (and Shahn's prints...) seemed to encapsulate the nature of life and the raw, irrepressible fact of being alive.
A few years ago, when Amazon.com said that copies of the Rilke/Shahn book was completely out of print, I went on a hard-to-find book site and bought a $100 copy for either Shakun's birthday or our wedding anniversary. Honestly, I don't think I know of a more beautiful book...
Does it ever get better than being alive? Fully alive. Awake.
As one of the first exercises in this process, Steve (the facilitator) asked each of us to make a list of some of our core beliefs that we would share with our small group. Then the small group made its own list of core values that were later merged with the other groups working on the same task. These then were an initial step in creating a set of Core Values for Lincoln School.
On my personal list of core values, I included:
1. Nature is the greatest teacher.
2. Wisdom is shared, never personal.
3. Every person has a voice.
4. Life is sacred.
5. Anger is a form of hurt.
6. Truth is usually hidden.
7. Trust is a form of love.
I think I'll spend some more looking at my own list and reflecting to myself on why these were the thoughts that appeared to best represent the higher values that 54 years have offered me. There must be more for me to 'see' within these brief expressions. Some aspects that distill all I have felt, learned and lived.
Some of the words pop out to me even now. If I was to reduce each of these seven aphorisms to a two word koan, they would be:
* nature-teacher
* wisdom-shared
* person-voice
* life-sacred
* anger- hurt
* truth-hidden
* trust-love
I think that there's a lot for me to still 'unpack' even these seven word tennis matches... Maybe a lifetime of contemplation...
Curiously, my friend, Roger, who used to work with me while I was at Save the Children, at one point during those three days turned to me and said to me, out of the blue: 'Keith, you missed your true calling, you should have been a poet.'
Strange, no? I've spend a quarter century as an INGO community development director and human rights advocate, but a person-stranger-colleague who knows me (methinks) only slightly turns and says that I should have spent those years doing something different.
Yet, what I think Roger was saying was that I should spend more time with words. Poetry or not, I do know that words touch me almost like nothing else. Roger must have heard that in my voice, I suppose. It's fascinating what others see in each of us that we have a hard time perceiving as directly in our selves...
Even during our evening Board meetings in the LS library I can't stop myself from bringing a book back to my seat to glance at while the meetings go round and round. Last time it was Styron's "Sophie's Choice" and a verse novel set in California by Vikram Seth. I half wished I could just curl up on a couch there and just disappear in to those great and rich worlds far from the necessary demands of Board debates, discussions and decisions.
Even 34 years later, I still recall the last lines of Elie Wiesel's poetic, humanist novel, "The Gates of the Forest" where he describes the commitment the protagonist makes to be 'honest, humble and strong'. Four simple, unexceptional words, except for the fact that they touched me so deeply that they remain etched in my long-term memory while so much else has faded away.
Ranier Marie Rilke did the same to me in a book I first saw about the same time in my early life (at Jane Leiper's lovely hillside Berkeley home) of Ben Shahn etchings titled, "For the Sake of a Single Verse". In a handful of expressions, Rilke's words (and Shahn's prints...) seemed to encapsulate the nature of life and the raw, irrepressible fact of being alive.
A few years ago, when Amazon.com said that copies of the Rilke/Shahn book was completely out of print, I went on a hard-to-find book site and bought a $100 copy for either Shakun's birthday or our wedding anniversary. Honestly, I don't think I know of a more beautiful book...
Does it ever get better than being alive? Fully alive. Awake.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Wisteria, Peaches and Bamboo Groves in March
it's a lovely late march day here in kathmandu, total spring, with the lilac-colored wisteria in full bloom hanging over the house, a cloudless blue sky on the hills above our home. the bright red, pink and white peach blossoms have already begun turning into small, olive colored baby peaches on the trees. there are mango and avocado buds on the trees, orange flowers in bloom and new bamboo shoots coming stalk-like out of the ground. dry bamboo leaves are falling to the ground (which they do in the spring) and eager new leaves appearing all over the willow and sequoia trees.
leah & i just took a mid-morning bath so she's laying on the terrace out in the sun wrapped in a towel. josh is organizing his stuff to get ready to head back to the states. ezra just woke and is about to shower. shakun is out in the garden admiring her red and blue poppies.
outside i hear tek steadily breaking the obdurate below ground concrete barrier that has kept out our 40' henonis phyllostachus bamboo from running into our yard. there's a 18' stretch along the western wall, below karma lama's house, where we're extending the bamboo grove another 10' into the garden by shifting the water canal (that sits beside the concrete barrier) along a more meandering route so that the 5' wide henonis grove can become much broader and more attractive. it's a lot of work, though. we have to remove 8" of the concrete so that the shoots can push out into the new open soil, then replace that immutable barrier w/ a new concrete one 4' deep so that the relentless phyllostachus (running) shoots are controlled imperpetuity. it'll be lovely when it's done.
i've got my work in the garden, too, when we come back from taking joshua to the airport at 1 pm. his flight is 3:45 pm to delhi on jet air. then, he's got to wait til 1 am for his continuing flight to jfk via brussels on jet. the connections are pretty good and if all goes well, he'll arrive at jfk two hours before his nmh bus departs for school again. he'll be in the air until we wake tomorrow and then arrive in new york when we're ready to go to sleep tomorrow (sunday).
such an odd world, nature in all of her beauty while our children depart for their own lives on the opposite side of the world...
leah & i just took a mid-morning bath so she's laying on the terrace out in the sun wrapped in a towel. josh is organizing his stuff to get ready to head back to the states. ezra just woke and is about to shower. shakun is out in the garden admiring her red and blue poppies.
outside i hear tek steadily breaking the obdurate below ground concrete barrier that has kept out our 40' henonis phyllostachus bamboo from running into our yard. there's a 18' stretch along the western wall, below karma lama's house, where we're extending the bamboo grove another 10' into the garden by shifting the water canal (that sits beside the concrete barrier) along a more meandering route so that the 5' wide henonis grove can become much broader and more attractive. it's a lot of work, though. we have to remove 8" of the concrete so that the shoots can push out into the new open soil, then replace that immutable barrier w/ a new concrete one 4' deep so that the relentless phyllostachus (running) shoots are controlled imperpetuity. it'll be lovely when it's done.
i've got my work in the garden, too, when we come back from taking joshua to the airport at 1 pm. his flight is 3:45 pm to delhi on jet air. then, he's got to wait til 1 am for his continuing flight to jfk via brussels on jet. the connections are pretty good and if all goes well, he'll arrive at jfk two hours before his nmh bus departs for school again. he'll be in the air until we wake tomorrow and then arrive in new york when we're ready to go to sleep tomorrow (sunday).
such an odd world, nature in all of her beauty while our children depart for their own lives on the opposite side of the world...
Thursday, March 20, 2008
The Lotus Sutra
That I have attained the Lotus Sutra
Was possible only through
Making firewood, gathering herbs,
Drawing water, and laboring thus.
Gyoki
Hokke Sutra
668-749 AD
Was possible only through
Making firewood, gathering herbs,
Drawing water, and laboring thus.
Gyoki
Hokke Sutra
668-749 AD
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Tao te Ching # 50: No Illusions
The Master gives himself up
to whatever the moment brings.
He knows that he is going to die,
and has nothing left to hold on to:
no illusions in his mind,
no resistences in his body.
He doesn't think about his actions;
they flow from the core of his being.
He holds nothing back from life;
therefore he is ready for death,
as a man is ready for sleep
after a good day's work.
Tao te Ching
'The Book of the Way'
Lao-Tzu
translated by Stephen Mitchell
to whatever the moment brings.
He knows that he is going to die,
and has nothing left to hold on to:
no illusions in his mind,
no resistences in his body.
He doesn't think about his actions;
they flow from the core of his being.
He holds nothing back from life;
therefore he is ready for death,
as a man is ready for sleep
after a good day's work.
Tao te Ching
'The Book of the Way'
Lao-Tzu
translated by Stephen Mitchell
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