Biography: Augustine of Hippo

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Saint
Augustine of Hippo
Doctor of the Church
Painting of Saint Augustine by Tomás Giner, year 1458, tempera on panel Diocesan Museum of Zaragoza, Aragon, Spain.
Born13 November 354 AD
ThagasteNumidia (modern-day Souk AhrasAlgeria)
Died28 August 430 AD (age 75)
Hippo Regius, Numidia (modern-day Annaba, Algeria)
NationalityRoman African
Notable workConfessions of St. Augustine
City of God
On Christian Doctrine De Trinitate
EraAncient philosophy
Medieval philosophy
RegionWestern philosophy
SchoolAugustinianismNeoplatonism
Notable studentsPaul Orosius[21]
Main interestsAnthropologyBiblical criticismEpistemologyEthicsMetaphysicsPedagogyPhilosophy of religionTheodicyTheology
Notable ideasFilioque[1]Original sinFree willAugustinian predestinationJust war theoryAbsence of good[2]Concupiscence[3]Sacramental character[4]Augustinian hypothesis[5]Augustinian theodicyAugustinian values[6]Divine command theory[7]AmillennialismYou are Christ[8]Deity[9]Solvitur ambulando[10]Heroic virtue[11]Incurvatus in se[12]Genesis as an allegory[13][14]Divine illuminationTheocentricism[15]Limbo[16]
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Augustine of Hippo (/ɔːˈɡʌstɪn/; 13 November 354 – 28 August 430 AD)[22] was a Roman African, Manichaean, early Christian theologiandoctor of the Church, and Neoplatonic philosopher from Numidia whose writings influenced the development of the Western Church and Western philosophy, and indirectly all of Western Christianity. He was the bishop of Hippo Regius in North Africa and is viewed as one of the most important Church Fathers of the Latin Church for his writings in the Patristic Period. Among his most important works are The City of GodDe doctrina Christiana, and Confessions.

According to his contemporary, Jerome, Augustine “established anew the ancient Faith”.[a] In his youth he was drawn to Manichaeism and later to neoplatonism. After his baptism and conversion to Christianity in 386, Augustine developed his own approach to philosophy and theology, accommodating a variety of methods and perspectives.[23] Believing that the grace of Christ was indispensable to human freedom, he helped formulate the doctrine of original sin and made seminal contributions to the development of just war theory. When the Western Roman Empire began to disintegrate, Augustine imagined the Church as a spiritual City of God, distinct from the material Earthly City.[24] His thoughts profoundly influenced the medieval worldview. The segment of the Church that adhered to the concept of the Trinity as defined by the Council of Nicaea and the Council of Constantinople[25] closely identified with Augustine’s On the Trinity.

Augustine is recognized as a saint in the Catholic Churches, the Eastern Orthodox Church, and the Anglican Communion and as a preeminent Doctor of the Church. He is also the patron of the Augustinians. His memorial is celebrated on 28 August, the day of his death. Augustine is the patron saint of brewers, printers, theologians, and a number of cities and dioceses.[26] Many Protestants, especially Calvinists and Lutherans, consider him to be one of the theological fathers of the Protestant Reformation due to his teachings on salvation and divine grace.[27][28][29] Protestant Reformers generally, and Martin Luther in particular, held Augustine in preeminence among early Church Fathers. Luther himself was, from 1505 to 1521, a member of the Order of the Augustinian Eremites.

In the East, his teachings are more disputed, and were notably attacked by John Romanides.[30] But other theologians and figures of the Eastern Orthodox Church have shown significant approbation of his writings, chiefly Georges Florovsky.[31] The most controversial doctrine associated with him, the filioque,[32] was rejected by the Orthodox Church[33] as Heretic Teaching.[34] Other disputed teachings include his views on original sin, the doctrine of grace, and predestination.[32] Nevertheless, though considered to be mistaken on some points, he is still considered a saint, and has even had influence on some Eastern Church Fathers, most notably Gregory Palamas.[35] In the Orthodox Church his feast day is celebrated on 15 June.[32][36] Historian Diarmaid MacCulloch has written: “Augustine’s impact on Western Christian thought can hardly be overstated; only his beloved example Paul of Tarsus, has been more influential, and Westerners have generally seen Paul through Augustine’s eyes.”[37]

Life

Background

Augustine of Hippo (/ɔːˈɡʌstɪn/,[22] /əˈɡʌstɪn/,[38] or /ˈɔːɡʌstɪn/;[39] LatinAurelius Augustinus Hipponensis;[b] 13 November 354 – 28 August 430 AD), also known as Saint AugustineSaint Austin,[41] is known by various cognomens throughout the many denominations of the Christian world, including Blessed Augustine, and the Doctor of Grace[42] (LatinDoctor gratiae).

Hippo Regius, where Augustine was the bishop, was in modern-day AnnabaAlgeria.[43][44]

Childhood and education

The Saint Augustine Taken to School by Saint Monica. by Niccolò di Pietro 1413–15

Augustine was born in the year 354 AD in the municipium of Thagaste (now Souk AhrasAlgeria) in the Roman province of Numidia.[45][46][47][48][49] His mother, Monica or Monnica,[c] was a devout Christian; his father Patricius was a Pagan who converted to Christianity on his deathbed.[50] He had a brother named Navigius and a sister whose name is lost but is conventionally remembered as Perpetua.[51]

Scholars generally agree that Augustine and his family were Berbers, an ethnic group indigenous to North Africa,[52][53][54] but that they were heavily Romanized, speaking only Latin at home as a matter of pride and dignity.[52] In his writings, Augustine leaves some information as to the consciousness of his African heritage. For example, he refers to Apuleius as “the most notorious of us Africans,”[52][55] to Ponticianus as “a country man of ours, insofar as being African,”[52][56] and to Faustus of Mileve as “an African Gentleman“.[52][57]

Augustine’s family name, Aurelius, suggests that his father’s ancestors were freedmen of the gens Aurelia given full Roman citizenship by the Edict of Caracalla in 212. Augustine’s family had been Roman, from a legal standpoint, for at least a century when he was born.[58] It is assumed that his mother, Monica, was of Berber origin, on the basis of her name,[59][60] but as his family were honestiores, an upper class of citizens known as honorable men, Augustine’s first language is likely to have been Latin.[59]

At the age of 11, Augustine was sent to school at Madaurus (now M’Daourouch), a small Numidian city about 19 miles (31 km) south of Thagaste. There he became familiar with Latin literature, as well as pagan beliefs and practices.[61] His first insight into the nature of sin occurred when he and a number of friends stole fruit they did not want from a neighborhood garden. He tells this story in his autobiography, The Confessions. He remembers that he stole the fruit, not because he was hungry, but because “it was not permitted.”[62] His very nature, he says, was flawed. ‘It was foul, and I loved it. I loved my own error—not that for which I erred, but the error itself.”[62] From this incident he concluded the human person is naturally inclined to sin, and in need of the grace of Christ.

At the age of 17, through the generosity of his fellow citizen Romanianus,[63] Augustine went to Carthage to continue his education in rhetoric, though it was above the financial means of his family.[64] In spite of the good warnings of his mother, as a youth Augustine lived a hedonistic lifestyle for a time, associating with young men who boasted of their sexual exploits. The need to gain their acceptance forced inexperienced boys like Augustine to seek or make up stories about sexual experiences.[65]

It was while he was a student in Carthage that he read Cicero‘s dialogue Hortensius (now lost), which he described as leaving a lasting impression, enkindling in his heart the love of wisdom and a great thirst for truth. It started his interest in philosophy.[66] Although raised to follow Christianity, Augustine decided to become a Manichaean, much to his mother’s despair.[67]

At about the age of 17, Augustine began an affair with a young woman in Carthage. Though his mother wanted him to marry a person of his class, the woman remained his lover[68] for over fifteen years[69] and gave birth to his son Adeodatus (372–388),[70] who was viewed as extremely intelligent by his contemporaries. In 385, Augustine ended his relationship with his lover in order to prepare himself to marry a ten-year-old heiress. (He had to wait for two years because the legal age of marriage for women was twelve.) By the time he was able to marry her, however, he instead decided to become a celibate priest.[69][71]

Augustine was from the beginning a brilliant student, with an eager intellectual curiosity, but he never mastered Greek[72] — he tells us that his first Greek teacher was a brutal man who constantly beat his students, and Augustine rebelled and refused to study. By the time he realized that he needed to know Greek, it was too late; and although he acquired a smattering of the language, he was never eloquent with it. However, his mastery of Latin was another matter. He became an expert both in the eloquent use of the language and in the use of clever arguments to make his points.

Move to Carthage, Rome, Milan

The earliest known portrait of Saint Augustine in a 6th-century fresco, Lateran, Rome

Augustine taught grammar at Thagaste during 373 and 374. The following year he moved to Carthage to conduct a school of rhetoric and would remain there for the next nine years.[63] Disturbed by unruly students in Carthage, he moved to establish a school in Rome, where he believed the best and brightest rhetoricians practiced, in 383. However, Augustine was disappointed with the apathetic reception. It was the custom for students to pay their fees to the professor on the last day of the term, and many students attended faithfully all term, and then did not pay.

Manichaean friends introduced him to the prefect of the City of Rome, Symmachus, who while traveling through Carthage had been asked by the imperial court at Milan[42] to provide a rhetoric professor. Augustine won the job and headed north to take his position in Milan in late 384. Thirty years old, he had won the most visible academic position in the Latin world at a time when such posts gave ready access to political careers.

Although Augustine spent ten years as a Manichaean, he was never an initiate or “elect”, but an “auditor”, the lowest level in this religion’s hierarchy.[42][73] While still at Carthage a disappointing meeting with the Manichaean Bishop, Faustus of Mileve, a key exponent of Manichaean theology, started Augustine’s scepticism of Manichaeanism.[42] In Rome, he reportedly turned away from Manichaeanism, embracing the scepticism of the New Academy movement. Because of his education, Augustine had great rhetorical prowess and was very knowledgeable of the philosophies behind many faiths.[74] At Milan, his mother’s religiosity, Augustine’s own studies in Neoplatonism, and his friend Simplicianus all urged him towards Christianity.[63] Not coincidentally, this was shortly after the Roman emperor Theodosius I had issued a decree of death for all Manichaean monks in 382 and shortly before he declared Christianity to be the only legitimate religion for the Roman Empire in 391.[75] Initially Augustine was not strongly influenced by Christianity and its ideologies, but after coming in contact with Ambrose of Milan, Augustine reevaluated himself and was forever changed.

Augustine arrived in Milan and visited Ambrose having heard of his reputation as an orator. Augustine quickly discovered that Ambrose was a spectacular orator. Like Augustine, Ambrose was a master of rhetoric, but older and more experienced.[76] Soon, their relationship grew, as Augustine wrote, “And I began to love him, of course, not at the first as a teacher of the truth, for I had entirely despaired of finding that in thy Church—but as a friendly man.”[77] Eventually, Augustine says that he was spiritually led into the faith of Christianity.[77] Augustine was very much influenced by Ambrose, even more than by his own mother and others he admired. Within his Confessions, Augustine states, “That man of God received me as a father would, and welcomed my coming as a good bishop should.”[77] Ambrose adopted Augustine as a spiritual son after the death of Augustine’s father.[78]

Augustine’s mother had followed him to Milan and arranged a respectable marriage for him. Although Augustine acquiesced, he had to dismiss his concubine and grieved for having forsaken his lover. He wrote, “My mistress being torn from my side as an impediment to my marriage, my heart, which clave to her, was racked, and wounded, and bleeding.” Augustine confessed that he was not a lover of wedlock so much as a slave of lust, so he procured another concubine since he had to wait two years until his fiancée came of age. However, his emotional wound was not healed.[79] It was during this period that he uttered his famous prayer, “Grant me chastity and continence, but not yet.”[80]

There is evidence that Augustine may have considered this former relationship to be equivalent to marriage.[81] In his Confessions, he admitted that the experience eventually produced a decreased sensitivity to pain. Augustine eventually broke off his engagement to his eleven-year-old fiancée, but never renewed his relationship with either of his concubines. Alypius of Thagaste steered Augustine away from marriage, saying that they could not live a life together in the love of wisdom if he married. Augustine looked back years later on the life at Cassiciacum, a villa outside of Milan where he gathered with his followers, and described it as Christianae vitae otium – the leisure of Christian life.[82]

Christian conversion and priesthood

The Conversion of St. Augustine by Fra Angelico

In late August of 386,[d] at the age of 31, having heard of Ponticianus’s and his friends’ first reading of the life of Anthony of the Desert, Augustine converted to Christianity. As Augustine later told it, his conversion was prompted by hearing a child’s voice say “take up and read” (Latintolle, lege). Resorting to the Sortes Sanctorum, he opened the Bible at random and read Romans 13: 13-14: Not in rioting and drunkenness, not in chambering and wantonness, not in strife and envying, but put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh to fulfill the lusts thereof.[84]

He later wrote an account of his conversion in his Confessions (LatinConfessiones), which has since become a classic of Christian theology and a key text in the history of autobiography. This work is an outpouring of thanksgiving and penitence. Although it is written as an account of his life, the Confessions also talks about the nature of time, causality, free will, and other important philosophical topics.[85] The following is taken from that work:

Late have I loved Thee, O Lord; and behold,
Thou wast within and I without, and there I sought Thee.
Thou wast with me when I was not with Thee.
Thou didst call, and cry, and burst my deafness.
Thou didst gleam, and glow, and dispel my blindness.
Thou didst touch me, and I burned for Thy peace.
For Thyself Thou hast made us,
And restless our hearts until in Thee they find their ease.
Late have I loved Thee, Thou Beauty ever old and ever new.[85]

The vision of St. Augustine by Ascanio Luciano

Ambrose baptized Augustine and his son Adeodatus, in Milan on Easter Vigil, April 24–25, 387.[86] A year later, in 388, Augustine completed his apology On the Holiness of the Catholic Church.[42] That year, also, Adeodatus and Augustine returned home to Africa.[63] Augustine’s mother Monica died at Ostia, Italy, as they prepared to embark for Africa.[67] Upon their arrival, they began a life of aristocratic leisure at Augustine’s family’s property.[87] Soon after, Adeodatus, too, died.[88] Augustine then sold his patrimony and gave the money to the poor. The only thing he kept was the family house, which he converted into a monastic foundation for himself and a group of friends.[63]

In 391 Augustine was ordained a priest in Hippo Regius (now Annaba), in Algeria. He became a famous preacher (more than 350 preserved sermons are believed to be authentic), and was noted for combating the Manichaean religion, to which he had formerly adhered.[42]

In 395, he was made coadjutor Bishop of Hippo, and became full Bishop shortly thereafter,[89] hence the name “Augustine of Hippo”; and he gave his property to the church of Thagaste.[90] He remained in that position until his death in 430. He wrote his autobiographical Confessions in 397–398. His work The City of God was written to console his fellow Christians shortly after the Visigoths had sacked Rome in 410.

Augustine worked tirelessly in trying to convince the people of Hippo to convert to Christianity. Though he had left his monastery, he continued to lead a monastic life in the episcopal residence. He left a regula for his monastery that led to his designation as the “patron saint of regular clergy“.[91][failed verification]

Much of Augustine’s later life was recorded by his friend Possidius, bishop of Calama (present-day Guelma, Algeria), in his Sancti Augustini Vita. Possidius admired Augustine as a man of powerful intellect and a stirring orator who took every opportunity to defend Christianity against its detractors. Possidius also described Augustine’s personal traits in detail, drawing a portrait of a man who ate sparingly, worked tirelessly, despised gossip, shunned the temptations of the flesh, and exercised prudence in the financial stewardship of his see.[92]

Death and Sainthood

Saint
Augustine of Hippo
Bishop of Hippo Regius
The Triumph of Saint Augustine painted by Claudio Coello, circa. 1664
Doctor of the ChurchBishopPhilosopherTheologian
Born13 November 354 AD
ThagasteNumidia
Died28 August 430 AD (age 75)
Hippo Regius, modern day AnnabaAlgeria
Resting placePaviaItaly
Venerated inAll Christian denominations which venerate saints
CanonizedPre-Congregation
Major shrineSan Pietro in Ciel d’OroPaviaItaly
Feast28 August (Latin ChurchWestern Christianity)
15 June (Eastern Christianity)
4 November (Assyrian)
AttributesChild
Dove
Pen
Shell
Pierced Heart
Holding Book with a Small Church
Crozier
Miter
PatronageBrewersPrintersAgainst Sore EyesTheologians,
Bridgeport, ConnecticutCagayan de Oro, PhilippinesSan Agustin, IsabelaMendez, CaviteTanza, Cavite

Shortly before Augustine’s death, the Vandals, a Germanic tribe that had converted to Arianism, invaded Roman Africa. The Vandals besieged Hippo in the spring of 430, when Augustine entered his final illness. According to Possidius, one of the few miracles attributed to Augustine, the healing of an ill man, took place during the siege.[93] According to Possidius, Augustine spent his final days in prayer and repentance, requesting that the penitential Psalms of David be hung on his walls so that he could read them. He directed that the library of the church in Hippo and all the books therein should be carefully preserved. He died on 28 August 430.[94] Shortly after his death, the Vandals lifted the siege of Hippo, but they returned not long thereafter and burned the city. They destroyed all of it but Augustine’s cathedral and library, which they left untouched.[95]

Augustine was canonized by popular acclaim, and later recognized as a Doctor of the Church in 1298 by Pope Boniface VIII.[96] His feast day is 28 August, the day on which he died. He is considered the patron saint of brewers, printers, theologians, and a number of cities and dioceses. He is invoked against sore eyes.[26]

Relics

Augustine’s arm bones, Saint Augustin BasilicaAnnaba, Algeria

According to Bede‘s True Martyrology, Augustine’s body was later translated or moved to CagliariSardinia, by the Catholic bishops expelled from North Africa by Huneric. Around 720, his remains were transported again by Peter, bishop of Pavia and uncle of the Lombard king Liutprand, to the church of San Pietro in Ciel d’Oro in Pavia, in order to save them from frequent coastal raids by Muslims. In January 1327, Pope John XXII issued the papal bull Veneranda Santorum Patrum, in which he appointed the Augustinians guardians of the tomb of Augustine (called Arca), which was remade in 1362 and elaborately carved with bas-reliefs of scenes from Augustine’s life.

In October 1695, some workmen in the Church of San Pietro in Ciel d’Oro in Pavia discovered a marble box containing some human bones (including part of a skull). A dispute arose between the Augustinian hermits (Order of Saint Augustine) and the regular canons (Canons Regular of Saint Augustine) as to whether these were the bones of Augustine. The hermits did not believe so; the canons affirmed that they were. Eventually Pope Benedict XIII (1724–1730) directed the Bishop of Pavia, Monsignor Pertusati, to make a determination. The bishop declared that, in his opinion, the bones were those of Saint Augustine.[97]

The Augustinians were expelled from Pavia in 1700, taking refuge in Milan with the relics of Augustine, and the disassembled Arca, which were removed to the cathedral there. San Pietro fell into disrepair, but was finally rebuilt in the 1870s, under the urging of Agostino Gaetano Riboldi, and reconsecrated in 1896 when the relics of Augustine and the shrine were once again reinstalled.[98][99]

In 1842, a portion of Augustine’s right arm (cubitus) was secured from Pavia and returned to Annaba.[100] It now rests in the Saint Augustin Basilica within a glass tube inserted into the arm of a life-size marble statue of the saint.

Views and thought

Augustine’s large contribution of writings covered diverse fields including theology, philosophy and sociology. Along with John Chrysostom, Augustine was among the most prolific scholars of the early church by quantity.

More at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Augustine_of_Hippo

56th New Moon Prayer Gathering – Everywhere on TUESDAY, March 24, 7:30PM – 8:30PM (Pacific time)

Wherever you are. We are living in powerful and potent times. We invite you to join us in prayer in the evening on Tuesday, March 24th from wherever you are. In California we will be praying in our homes at 7:30 pm. This is an important time for us to join our prayers together to weave compassion, kindness, strength, health and our visions of a future that is in alignment with the natural laws of our Mother Earth.

Many of us have worked for decades to ensure a safe, healthy, survivable future for the next seven generations. We are water protectors, land defenders and sky protectors who have considered ourselves to be an aspect of Mother Earth’s immune response, working hard with love in our hearts to restore health and balance to the system of life. We have made a difference but we have not been successful in restoring balance and stopping the harms.We are now experiencing the result of the system of life so far out of balance that a new life form has emerged, the Covid-19 virus which can be understood as the system of life protecting itself…from us. We have no immunity, no resistance to this new life form that is taking human lives. This virus has forced humanity to stop living the way we were, stop flying, driving, buying things we don’t need, going to movies, restaurants, parties, and all of the other things we do to distract ourselves from what is important, living within the laws of Mother Earth.

We now have time to consider how we are to be in alignment with a world in balance, a system of life that is healthy, clean, safe and restored for all beings. We can utilize this time of sheltering in place to think about how our actions have caused harm and what to do instead of participating in those harms. We can pray and be quiet enough to ask questions and receive answers from our helpers, spirits who are here to help us.”We call upon our sisters and their allies around the world to gather together on each new moon to pray for the sacred system of life, guidance and wisdom.” These words come from the historic Indigenous Women of the Americas – Defending Mother Earth Treaty Compact of 2015, which was signed on the day of the fourth Blood Moon, the Harvest Moon and the total lunar eclipse on Sunday, September 27, 2015 on Lenape Territory in New York City.

Please read the entire Treaty before Tuesday, March 24th:
https://indigenouswomenrising.org/defenders-of-mother-earth-treaty
Hosts: Indigenous Women of the Americas Defending Mother Earth Treaty, Idle No More SF BayInfo:  https://www.facebook.com/events/811579489334249/

Rebecca Solnit on Growing Up, Growing Whole, and How We Compose Ourselves

By Maria Popova (brainpickings.org)

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“I am convinced that most people do not grow up,” Maya Angelou wrote in her stirring letter to the daughter she never had. “We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias.” In that same cultural season, from a college commencement stage, Toni Morrison told an orchard of human saplings that “true adulthood is a difficult beauty, an intensely hard won glory.”

It is tempting, for it is flattering, to think of ourselves as trees — as firmly rooted and resolutely upward bound; as creatures destined, in Mary Oliver’s lovely words, “to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.” But even if the highest compliment a great poet can pay a great woman is to celebrate her as a human tree, we are not trees — we don’t branch and root from a single point, we don’t grow linearly; we disbark ourselves at will, at the flash and flutter of a heart, self-grafting every love and loss we live through; our growth-rings are often ungirdled by self-doubt, by regress, by the fits and starts by which we become who and what we are: fragmentary but indivisible. The difficulty of growing up, the hard-won glory of it, lies in the self-tessellation.

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Art by Arthur Rackham for a rare 1917 edition of the Brothers Grimm fairy tales. (Available as a print.)

That is what Rebecca Solnit explores in a passage from Recollections of My Nonexistence (public library) — her splendid memoir of longings and determinations, of resistances and revolutions, personal and political, illuminating the kiln in which one of the boldest, most original minds of our time was annealed.

Three quarters into the book and half a lifetime into her becoming, Solnit writes:

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Growing up, we say, as though we were trees, as though altitude was all that there was to be gained, but so much of the process is growing whole as the fragments are gathered, the patterns found. Human infants are born with craniums made up of four plates that have not yet knit together into a solid dome so that their heads can compress to fit through the birth canal, so that the brain within can then expand. The seams of these plates are intricate, like fingers interlaced, like the meander of arctic rivers across tundra.

The skull quadruples in size in the first few years, and if the bones knit together too soon, they restrict the growth of the brain; and if they don’t knit at all the brain remains unprotected. Open enough to grow and closed enough to hold together is what a life must also be. We collage ourselves into being, finding the pieces of a worldview and people to love and reasons to live and then integrate them into a whole, a life consistent with its beliefs and desires, at least if we’re lucky.

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Art from Trees at Night by Art Young, 1926. Available as a print

Complement this fragment of Solnit’s wholly vitalizing Recollections of My Nonexistence with philosopher Alain de Botton on the measure of existential maturity and poet Ross Gay on what it means to grow up, then revisit Solnit’s increasingly timely antidote to the defeatism of despair in difficult times and her wonderful letter to children about reading as self-creation and self-consolation.

Artist: Calder

By Bonnie Turbeville
Ohhhhhh, All of you Attorneys, Paralegals and Legal Assistants have seen this gorgeous “stabile”” sculpture in the Federal Plaza in front of the Kluczynski Federal Building in Chicago,  Walk underneath and around “Flamingo” and you will see how complex this piece is.  The inner and outer structure reflect cubism and surrealist qualities, in that the flamingo becomes fractured and not realllllly looking like a flamingo except in the elongated steel leg or is it a neck and a leg?  Calder never wanted his playful pieces to be serious and dedicated his art to deriving meaning in the structure itself.  The orange red now has become an artist color “Calder Red.”

“Flamingo”, created by the American artist Alexander Calder, is a 53-foot tall stabile  as Calder called the immobile sculptures differentiating from his mobile sculptures. It was commissioned by the United States General Services Administration and was unveiled in 1974, although Calder’s signature on the sculpture indicates it was constructed in 1973.


Alexander Calder, July 22, 1898 – November 11, 1976) was an American sculptor who is best known for his innovative mobiles (kinetic sculptures powered by motors or air currents) that embrace chance in their aesthetic and his monumental public sculptures. Born into a family of artists, Calder’s work first gained attention in Paris in the 1920, when he became friends with Jean Miro, and was soon championed by the Museum of Modern Art in New York, resulting in a retrospective exhibition in 1943. Major retrospectives were also held at the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum (1964) and the Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago (1974).

Calder’s work is in many permanent collections, most notably in the Whitney Museum of American Art, but also the Guggenheim Museum; the Museum of Modern Art; the National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.; and the Centre Georges Pompidou. He produced many large public works, including .125 (at JFK Airport, 1957), Pittsburgh (Carnegie International prize winner 1958, Pittsburgh International AirportSpirale (UNESCO in Paris, 1958), Flamingo and Universe (both in Chicago, 1974), (Universe located in the former Sears Tower was dismantled when it was sold and renamed Willis Tower). and Mountains and Clouds (Hart Senate Office Building, Washington, D.C., 1996).  (source Wikipedia)

Although primarily known for his sculpture, Calder also created paintings and prints, miniatures (such as his famous Cirque Calder), theater set design, jewelry design, tapestries and rugs, and political posters. Calder was honored by the US Postal Service with a set of five 32-cent stamps in 1998, and received the Presidential Medal of Freedom, posthumously in 1977, after refusing to receive it from Gerald Ford one year earlier in protest of the Vietnam War. (source Wikipedia)

“Never let a good crisis go to waste”: Buddhist reflections on the Coronavirus pandemic

Sean Feit Oakes

Sean Feit Oakes · Mar 15 · Medium.com

One of the most subtle demons in spiritual practice is complacency. We can think of complacency as a “near enemy” to continuity. If any of us in positions of comfort or privilege have been coasting on the sense that everything is fine, and will continue to be fine — for us, even if we know cognitively that it’s not fine for many others right now — we can be grateful that that particular delusion has finally been punctured.

Disaster has arrived.

How well we live through it depends in part on how well we practice with it. Many of us do have the skills to not waste this crisis, but it will take our wholehearted engagement and skillful practice, all together — if not physically together.

Continuity, where our effort is gentle but persistent, steady but still flexible, is one of the most valued qualities in Buddhist meditation practice. Continuity is when we meditate a little bit every day no matter what, or when the habit of mindfulness is so established that we can’t help but be present with what’s happening moment to moment in our body, heart, and mind. Continuity is what builds samādhi, the meditative stability that is the most valuable kind of focus in the Buddhist system. Relaxed, steady, interested, engaged without being busy or frantic, it’s maybe the one quality that most determines how much we deepen in both meditation and insight.

Complacency feels a little bit like continuity, with its steady, unruffled quality. Except that complacency is the combination of steadiness and NON-mindfulness, which basically means delusion. In continuity, we understand that conditions are constantly changing, and we modulate our effort accordingly. Continuity is intimate with changing experience, and responsive, a contact improv dance with life, where we stay connected in a dynamic often unstable situation. Complacency, on the other hand, is dangerous. It’s when we think we know the dance so well that we don’t have to pay much attention. We’ve gone on auto-pilot, often because of overwhelm or boredom, and very often rooted in privilege. Our habits have been unchallenged for so long that we’ve forgotten that conditions are fundamentally unreliable.

Conditions are fundamentally unreliable.

The Pāli phrase for that, from the Theravāda Buddhist tradition, is sabbe saṅkhārā aniccā, “All processes are impermanent.” It’s followed by its inevitable implication: sabbe dhammā anattā, “All phenomena are not-self.”

The first part of practicing with the current dramatic moment, with public gatherings shutting down, and communities suddenly worried about how to supply people with basic survival needs, is to come out of denial and complacency. To shake off the idea that things are suddenly “not normal,” and that something’s wrong. Nothing is any more wrong than on any other day. People’s lives have been dramatically disrupted constantly, for as long as we have a record of them. What’s happening now is that the borders of first world delusion have been breached, which was always inevitable. We’re just as vulnerable as anyone else to the realities of life on a crowded planet. But unfortunately, it’s been easy to not notice or admit that.

Sabbe saṅkhārā aniccā. “All processes are impermanent.”

It’s so important to remember, in moments like this, but also in moments like… always, that we’re in a constantly changing dynamic system. And that what’s happening is the natural unfolding of vast cycles of action and result, expansion and contraction, through the entire ecosystem. To think of a viral pandemic — like the microscopic partner we now find ourselves dancing with — only in human terms, as if its primary importance revolves around numbers of deaths, or amount of economy disrupted, is to take phenomena as self. To think that this is about us. But this is not about us, or at least it’s not only about us.

We’ve known for decades that the comfort many of us live in is fundamentally unsustainable. This comfort is not just physical, in the way that we take for granted climate-controlled spaces, or abundant clean water, but also emotional and existential. Those of us who reliably have this comfort have believed that it is a God-given right, or the result of our technological brilliance (and those amount to the same thing, and lead to the same racism and cultural egoism), and that it is ours to possess and enjoy. A comfort to enjoy so deeply that many days we don’t even think about it. We’ve forgotten that actions always have results, or in Buddhist language, bear fruit. We ignore the fruits of our actions — melting ice, dying species, pandemics that span the globe rather than stopping at a natural boundary — because we’ve been able to keep them all at a convenient distance. This is the epitome of complacency.

Our perception of what’s happening on this earth has been wrong for a long time. Now is a moment for gratitude that our misperception can finally be corrected. We are not separate from our ecosystem, and never have been. Many people and cultures know this very deeply, of course, especially indigenous cultures and others that retain some of their pre-colonial knowledge systems. But the colonial process, where aliens with a technologically crushing force made contact over vast distances of land or ocean, depends for its power on the erasure of the knowledge of interconnection. Conquest that ruthless is impossible otherwise.

The line about not wasting a good crisis is from Winston Churchill, talking about World War II, and how it took a thing as horrific as that war to create something as world-stabilizing as the United Nations. There’s a whole genre of science fiction, from the Cold War thriller The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951) to my generation’s Ender’s Game (1985) and The Watchmen (1987), based around the idea that only a big external threat, like an alien invasion, would make it possible for the nations of the earth to come out of the habit of war and conflict, out of self-centeredness and xenophobic nationalism, and into cooperation and mutuality.

A useful threat for that purpose has arrived, and it is a kind of alien invasion. A powerful, fast-moving, far-from-human life form has found our species to be the perfect vector for its worldwide expansion. (Way better than bats, who don’t cross oceans very easily!) But the alien stories rarely go far enough. The standard plot line still depends on xenophobia — fear of the Other — as the motivation for human collaboration. Coming out of the delusion of self suggests a different pathway forward. But the different pathway requires thinking like an ecosystem, not like a species.

We know that human activity has thrown the ecosystem out of the equilibrium it enjoyed for millennia. And we can think of this new virus arriving in our consciousness and bodies the same way we think of any invasive species arriving in a new ecosystem: through our short-sightedness and hubris. One of the “invaders” in the San Francisco Bay Area where I live is the tiny whelk snail, or “Atlantic oyster drill.” Indigenous people here, the Coast and Bay Miwok, Ohlone, and Pomo, sustainably ate local “Olympia” oysters for 4000 years. But Gold Rush colonists in the 19th century harvested them to extinction, and in one short-sighted ecosystem mistake among many (see eucalyptus, Scotch broom, nutria, and Himalayan blackberry… and that’s just around here), brought Atlantic oysters across the continent on the new railroad to replace them. The Atlantic oysters died (the water here is too cold in the summer, which any local who lives near the ocean can tell you), but the snails got off the train, thanked us for the ride, and thrived.

Thanks to our miraculous rails, roads, ships, and planes, humans have touched every mile of the globe, and connected all those miles through the medium of our bodies, constantly moving around, moving further and faster than any animal ever did before. It’s only inevitable that our co-inhabitants of this earth would try to hitch a ride with us in whatever way they can. The important shift here is partly to let go of the idea that we’re the only intelligent and self-interested beings around — we’re clearly not. Aliens of all kinds are close by, acting in self-interest, and in relationship with us (and each other) all the time. But the bigger shift is to let go of thinking “us” and “it” or “them” at all. It is to start thinking like an ecosystem.

Sabbe dhammā anattā, “All phenomena are not-self.”

The difficult concept called “not-self” (anattā) is one of the most radical ideas in the Buddhist system. Many religions and philosophical systems have come up with the idea that we’re not the kind of beings we think we are, defined by our bodies, social identities, and personal narratives. But most other systems do something that’s comforting in relation to that rather disorienting proposition: they replace the consensus reality of the personal self with a more cosmic Self. This more “true” Self idea is that you are actually Divine consciousness, or an immortal soul saved by Grace, or never were separate from the Beloved, no matter how alone you felt. These are beautiful and useful ways to conceptualize the vastness we can feel in our most ecstatic moments. But not-self is more radical: it doesn’t replace the personal self with anything at all.

In not-self, we have a path to an extraordinary freedom of heart: nothing is about us. We’re not the center of the universe, as any parent tells their teenager, but we’re not even the center of our own life story! Not because we don’t matter or have worth (of course we do — just as much as anything does), but because there’s no center.

If we let go of the idea that we’re the center, the Coronavirus is just as much the protagonist of this earthly moment as we are. Or even more accurately, when we see that there’s no center at all: the virus is inseparable from us, where “us” means the earth as a living being, or the whole universe as a living phenomenon, singular.

If the first practice for this moment is to wake up from the delusion of normalcy, a second is to wake up from the delusion of separateness. As long as we keep thinking we’re not part of the earth, or that we’re supposed to “subdue it: and have dominion over” it (Genesis 1:27), we’ll never stop making ecosystem mistakes, destroying our only home, our own body, the earth. And we’ll never attain freedom of heart or peace of mind. How could we? We’re self-harming.

Thinking like an ecosystem is not easy, and the ancient viruses of xenophobia and nationalism are harder to contain than a mutating bat germ. But if we’re lucky, this pandemic becomes the “good crisis” that will bring us closer to being a more mature and enlightened earthly community. We must realize that we’re all here together — all the human nations, all the animal nations, all the plant and fungal and spirit nations — and that there are no real borders on this earth.

Of course we care for our vulnerable elders, and all human lives are beautiful, and worth protecting, to a point. Wash your hands. But if we want to thrive as a world, a far bigger perspective is needed, and a change in how we live together that goes way beyond how we manage this breach in our comfortable bubble. May the bubble stay popped for a long time! Long enough for the insight of non-separation to become our new normal. We’ve accelerated movement and inter-species contact throughout our world. There’s no way to do that and continue to pretend we can stay separate, or that we ever were.

The Day the Earth Stood Still ends with the alien emissary, Klaatu, stopping all electrical activity on the planet for a half hour lecture on nuclear disarmament, and a threat: “Your choice is simple: join us and live in peace, or pursue your present course and face obliteration. We shall be waiting for your answer.”

The present course was, of course, pursued, far beyond what even the prophets of the nuclear age could imagine. And the results of our actions are upon us.

Sean Feit Oakes

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Bodhisattva vow

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The Bodhisattva vow is the vow taken by Mahayana Buddhists to liberate all sentient beings. One who has taken the vow is nominally known as a Bodhisattva. This can be done by venerating all Buddhas and by cultivating supreme moral and spiritual perfection, to be placed in the service of others. In particular, Bodhisattvas promise to practice the six perfections of giving, moral discipline, patience, effort, concentration and wisdom in order to fulfill their bodhicitta aim of attaining enlightenment for the sake of all beings.[1] Whereas the Prātimokṣa vows cease at death, the Bodhisattva vow extends into future lives.

Avatamsaka Sutra

A Bodhisattva vow is found at the end of the Avatamsaka Sutra, in which Samantabhadra makes ten vows to become a Bodhisattva. In the BodhisattvacaryāvatāraShantideva explains that the Bodhisattva vow is taken with the following famous two verses from that sutra:

Just as all the previous Sugatas, the Buddhas
Generated the mind of enlightenment
And accomplished all the stages
Of the Bodhisattva training,
So will I, too, for the sake of all beings,
Generate the mind of enlightenment
And accomplish all the stages
Of the Bodhisattva training.[2]

Total Praise~College of Charleston Gospel Choir

Angela Graham McIver Johnifer Q-Fashion’s Home Going Service.

Total PraiseRichard SmallwoodLord, I will lift mine eyes to the hills
Knowing my health is coming from You
Your peace You give me in times of the stormYou are the source of my strength, Hallelujah
And You are the strength of my life, yes You are
I lift my hands in total praise to YouLord, I will lift mine eyes to the hills
Knowing my health is coming from You
Your peace, You give me in times of the stormYou are the source of my strength
You are the strength of my life
I lift my hands in total…

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