Monday, August 11, 2014

Catching Up with David Brazier -- The Expat Author Interview Series

David Brazier
"Each of us is moved by [Love] in different ways and every day we are confronted by more possibilities for testing or expressing it. This is what keeps me flying, meeting people, spreading this understanding around."

-- David Brazier, Buddhist priest, teacher, prolific author and world traveler. His latest book is Not Everything is Impermanent.


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IMBO: Welcome, David! The last I heard of you, I was sitting in front of my TV in London on a Sunday morning, and you were a call-in guest on a talk show. That must have been two or three years ago. I'm curious. What have you been up to the last two years?

Brazier: Around that time we were setting up a new organisation called ITZI, the International Zen Therapy Institute, well, actually, Instituto Terapia Zen Internacional, since it is legally established in Spain. It builds on the Buddhist psychology teaching I have been doing for the past twenty years. I was also moving house, then to Belgium and later to France. ITZI has been quite successful opening doors in a number of areas so that my teaching and travelling have expanded recently. "I must be off" is more and more the theme tune of my life at the moment. I'm not often in one country more than three weeks, often much less. This year I was in South America for the first time, which was very interesting. My Spanish is improving too. Every August I am in Korea and this autumn I'll be in Hawaii and California. Then there is a lot of work around Western Europe. Many people are very interested in a spiritually based psychology because it can improve the quality and intensity of life, keep you young at heart, and help people to help one another.

IMBO: Your work sounds so inspiring. I would love to know more about it, the Buddhist communities you interact with, the people.

Brazier: My work is three pronged, you might say. What I am publicly known for is firstly my writing and secondly the teaching, but then, slightly less publicly, I am head of a Buddhist Order that practises a branch of Buddhism that, although widespread in the East, is less well known in the West. It is called Pureland or Amidism and the group is Amida Shu. The Amida people are a close, caring, faith based, practice community, though they are also scattered across the globe now. The psychological teaching, on the other hand, can bring me into contact with a wide variety of groups, existential and humanistic as well as different branches of Buddhism, people who are not necessarily communities as such, but are interested in learning a skill or knowledge. Many years ago I knew the famous American psychologist Carl Rogers and was involved in the development of his work, so that also leads to interesting contacts, especially in Latin America where his work has a particularly strong following. Then, too, currently there is a popular enthusiasm for "mindfulness" that has made many more people interested in Buddhist psychology. My take on the issue is a bit out of the mainstream in the western context, but that also makes for interesting debates. I'm more interested in getting people to think intelligently, feel deeply and live authentically than in selling a single theory or system. It is all about waking people up in a certain way.

IMBO: For my readers who might not know what “mindfulness” refers to specifically, could you tell us a bit more about this?

Brazier: “Mindfulness” is a principle in the Buddhist tradition. In recent years it has come to be identified with awareness and “living in the here and now” -- an exercise that can be learnt and is thought to be useful in combatting stress, anxiety, depression and some other conditions. However, in the original Buddhist tradition, mindfulness meant keeping holy things in mind. Really it was not so much a matter of attending to the present moment as of protecting oneself from being carried away by the present moment. Buddhism should not be simply living in the here and now but rather knowing what is important in life, things that transcend the immediate and give meaning and purpose. I think all spiritual people have a sense that life is meaningful and purposeful, that it is the emergence of compassion, love, joy and peace. The work of spirituality lies in the tension between authenticity and such ideals. Awareness is for seeing how we actually are. Mindfulness is for keeping the ideal in view. When we study ourselves honestly we find that we are far from being wholly compassionate, loving and wise. So the practitioner does his or her best to act authentically, but within mindfulness. One might observe that one is angry, while being mindful of one's faith. Thus a certain tension is created. This does not mean that the anger goes away necessarily, but it means that one becomes more honest about one's real condition and realises that it must be similar for others. This recognition that we are all in the same boat in being vulnerable, emotional, prone to error and so on is the real basis for compassion and fellow-feeling.

IMBO: So what is the core of your personal philosophy? What inspires you? Tell me more about your own ideas about living “deeply”?

Brazier. Love, in a word. It is all love really. Everything in the universe is attracted to everything else. Scientists like to use impersonal language for it, but love is the basic substance and meaning of it all. Each of us is moved by it in different ways and every day we are confronted by more possibilities for testing or expressing it. This is what keeps me flying, meeting people, spreading this understanding around. Love inevitably gets us into trouble, disappointments, conflicts even, but being mindful of the fact that even the cruellest things in this paradoxical world have their roots in love somehow or other gives a sense of a much grander purpose within which we all have some part to play.

IMBO: Thank you for that. Great point. Have you been writing? Can you share something with us?

Brazier: Yes, I published a book called Not Everything is Impermanent a year or so back. The title is deliberately provocative in the Western Buddhist context where people think that everything being impermanent is a kind of bedrock Buddhist dogma. It's a collection of teachings put together by my disciples and students from talks I've given in recent years. Then I've a work in press to be titled You can believe it: Buddhism is a religion, also intended to make people rethink. One so often hears "Buddhism is not a religion." All of this relates to my broad opposition to the tendency in contemporary Western thought to see reductionism as the way to truth... scientific, explanation as coming from dissection, and technique being more important than purpose, all of which ultimately leads to complete meaninglessness. Meaning comes from context, not content. In this respect I share many of the views of my friend the philosopher Mary Midgley. Her recent book Are You an Illusion? is wonderful and especially inspiring for being from a woman in her mid-nineties.

IMBO: A lot of my readers are writers themselves and are always interested in the writing habits of other writers. What are yours?

Brazier: I am always writing. Some of my scribbling finds its way onto the internet. Some gets into books. Some goes to my students. Some never leaves the memory of my computer, but it all contributes to my own creative process. I'm always criticising my own ideas. The challenge is to find chunks of continuous time in which to write longer works. My schedule is always pretty full. People say, “Where were you when you wrote this book?” and I say, “Mostly in airport lounges waiting for  connection.” My best known book is Zen Therapy, but it is now eighteen years old and it is about time to write an update of where I have got to with that material. I have made a start but it will take a while. If I get it right it might be my most important book – I hope so.

IMBO: This sounds exciting. Could you give us a taste of it? An updated taste?

Brazier: The Zen Therapy book has been one of the main works that have got me invited to different countries to teach. There are nowadays many books that offer integrations of Buddhism and psychology, but what I tried to do in Zen Therapy was present the basic teaching of Buddhism as psychology. Buddhism is many things – religion, culture, training –  it is also a means of psychological transformation. So I presented some of the fundamental teaching of Buddhism, such as those on the conditioning of the mind, in a manner that makes them useful to practising counsellors and therapists. I followed it up with a book called The Feeling Buddha which has also been popular. Since then I have been teaching the stuff in many different parts of the world and ideas develop so it is time to take stock. I shall be writing more about the nature of consciousness, about how Buddhism integrates humanistic, existential, analytical and spiritual dimensions that are often kept apart, about love, liberation and authenticity, but chiefly I want to integrate some of the practical wisdom about how you actually use these principles when face to face with a person in distress – how to heal human relationships.

IMBO: I wish you much success with the new book, David. One last thing before we close: Three of my nephew’s wife’s brothers—I know that’s a mouthful—have just become Buddhist monks. What’s it like to be a monk? I’m curious. I don’t know them personally, but I wonder what this life is like.

Brazier: Strictly speaking – I'm a bit of a stickler for correct use of the English language – there are no monks in Buddhism because a monk has a rule of stabilitas – he stays in one place – and Buddhist 'monks', by definition, are homeless wanderers, in other words they should be called friars. Nowadays the term Buddhist monk is often used to include persons like myself, but I am really a priest and teacher, not a monk. I have rules, but not chastity, poverty and obedience. My role is to go wherever I am needed in order to teach the Dharma, which is the name for the Buddhist teaching. So it is a life of being in other people's hands. They invite me, feed me, ask me to teach, and then send me on my way to the next destination. You have to be very flexible about all manner of ordinary practical things, like diet, beds, transport, standard of accommodation, local customs and so on. One's hosts might be anything from extremely rich to extremely poor. Sometimes people are envious of this life, and with reason. I meet many many amazing people, travel all over the globe, and have no worries worth talking about. On the other hand, most people would not be willing to be so out of control and could not adapt to the continual changes. 

IMBO: Thank you for the clarification, David! And thank you so much for sharing your life with me and the readers of I Must Be Off!

I must be off,
Christopher

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Christopher Allen is the author of Conversations with S. Teri O'Type (a Satire), an episodic adult cartoon about a man struggling with expectations. Allen's award-winning fiction and non-fiction have appeared or are forthcoming in Indiana Review, Quiddity, SmokeLong Quarterly's Best of the First Ten Years anthology, Prime Number Magazine, [PANK], Necessary Fiction, Word Riot, Bootsnall Travel and Chicken Soup for the Soul. A finalist at Glimmer Train in 2011, Allen has been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize twice.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

The I Must Be Off! Travel Essay Contest 2014 -- Results

First, thank you to everyone who entered. We had lots of entries this year, and lots of different interpretations of the travel essay. Congratulations to the following writers. And a special thanks to this year's judge, Robin Graham. 

First Place

"Oh, Calcutta" by Paola Fornari

Second Place

"The Scarlet Mile" by Gillian Brown

Third Place


Highly Commended

"Walking Istanbul" by Ana Astri- O'Reilly
"Whale Mothers" by Dawn Langley
"Harvest Time" by Rilla Norslund
"Genka Deska" by Alyson Hilbourne

Readers' Choice Award

"Bodrum Turkey's San Tropez" by Jack Scott


I must be off,
Christopher

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Christopher Allen is the author of Conversations with S. Teri O'Type (a Satire), an episodic adult cartoon about a man struggling with expectations. Allen's award-winning fiction and non-fiction have appeared or are forthcoming in Indiana Review, Quiddity, SmokeLong Quarterly's Best of the First Ten Years anthology, Prime Number Magazine, The Best of Every Day Ficton, PANK, Necessary Fiction, Word Riot, Bootsnall Travel and Chicken Soup for the Soul. A finalist at Glimmer Train in 2011, Allen has been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize twice.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Whale Mothers by Dawn Reno Langley

"A very personal piece that takes the reader on a journey with a surprising destination."

-- Robin Graham, travel writer and judge of the 2014 I Must Be Off! Travel Essay Contest

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Honolulu is a disappointment in a lot of ways.  The Waikiki Beach I remember from movies like Elvis' "Blue Hawaii" is wide and filled with surfers, girls in bathing suits, and Diamond Head in the distance. But, in truth, Waikiki Beach is a very thin strip of beach overcrowded with towering hotels, and even the ocean itself is shallow. I walk and walk and walk out into the Pacific before it's deep enough to swim. Though the "beach boys" take tourists in bright orange life vests for outrigger rides, it all seems a bit too planned. Even Diamond Head seems as though it's pasted into my vista rather than truly a part of the coastline.
            It's not until we're driving along the coast of the island that I get the full Hawaiian effect: the often harsh trade winds, warm and strong enough to make me lean backward; the powerful ocean current pounding against the northern tip of the island, creating the best surfing waves in the world; the velvety green rainforests; the hot pink hibiscus, fragile orchids, exotic bromeliads, and towering imperial palms that color the landscape so brilliantly your eyesight blurs. 
            On the North Shore, we sit on a windswept, powder-sand beach, uncomfortable in our city clothes, watching bronze surfers challenge waves as tall as buildings. The surfers here are different than the others we've seen in Florida and California. These are professionals, taut-muscled and sun-streaked blond. You have to be strong to take on these waves. The ocean here is too tumultuous for me. Pummeling waves knock me down and twirl me underwater in a terrifying whirl of blue-green and volcanic rock, twisting my back unmercifully. I’ll stick to my blanket on the beach, thank you very much.

Five days on Oahu is enough to see the island, to drive past the Sacred Falls, around the Kahuku Point, past the sugar cane fields, to the lighthouse on the western tip of the island at Kaena Point. It's long enough to explore Pearl Harbor, to notice the big fishing boats off the coast, long enough for our skin to pinken and tan.
            We fly from Honolulu the following weekend, passing over the high cliffs of Molokai, the pineapple plantations of Lanai, the dormant volcanic peak of Haleakala on Maui, and land in Hilo, on the eastern coast of the Big Island, Hawaii.
            My friend Fred places fragrant leis around our necks. He packs us into his car, happy to play the tour guide as he drives from Hilo to his home overlooking the black sand beach at Kaimu on the southeastern tip of the island.
            The devastation from the most recent lava flow from Kilauea is close. Houses less than a mile up the road from Fred's place sit on stilts. The black lava steams as it flows into the bay, and at night, From Fred’s bathroom, I can see the red lava spurting out of the still active volcano. How can people live in the shadow of a volcano?
           
We ride the Kohala Coast road, and the guys chatter about trivia while I stay glued to the window, watching spumes of gray mist in the distance that signify a whale pod has approached the coast.
            The humpback whales migrate here every year, putting on a spectacular show that we can watch from just about any vantage point on the western shore of the Big Island. I am in heaven.  Whales and dolphins have fascinated me since I was very young, but this is the first time I've ever seen them in the wild. Though Fred continuously reminds us that we aren't seeing the best of the "show," that the western coast of Maui is where teams of researchers track the whales' migration route, I'm quite satisfied. With every breach, my heart pumps a little faster.
            Near Fred's house, a barely noticeable pathway leads down the side of a cliff to a black sand beach. The beach is home to some of the old hippies that migrate to the islands at the same time as the whales. They sit on the beach, stoned, staring at the ocean where whales breach, spinner dolphins fly through the air, giant tortoises skirt across the top of breaking waves, and native Hawaiians fish with spears like their ancestors did. 
            We settle into a pattern of visiting the beach every afternoon. The guys take their snorkeling gear and head out past the breakers, coming back to me every once in a while to report on some fantastic fish that they've seen. 
            I sit on the beach, train my gaze on the horizon, enjoying the spectacle of the breaching whales and of Fred and Bobby swimming with a pod of spinner dolphins. I envy them out there, but I'm not strong enough to make it past the breakers. I try to identify the whales by their flukes, the large and powerful back fins that are always the last to disappear as the whales dive for a sounding.  Humpbacks' flukes are as unique as a fingerprint. One particular whale has been breaching near the shore throughout the afternoon. Over and over and over.
            The beach begins to empty. The Hawaiian fishermen take their last load of fish up the cliff-side path, then I realize the big whale has disappeared. I start gathering my things. Bobby and Fred will be in soon. Their dolphins are heading out to sea, and the guys must be tired.
            I shade my eyes and look out to sea, trying to spot them. Then something dark and very large fills the cove and the blue expanse of sea turns black and frothy. This is not a wave. Within seconds, I spot the distinctly round eye of a whale. A calf. A spume from its blow hole. And right behind it, a larger spume. A larger eye. The mother.
            I’ve witnessed a birth! I yell and dance up and down the beach, but no one else is there. The whales spume once more. Fred and Bobby, still surrounded by dolphins, are too far away to hear my gleeful screeches.
            Then the whales are leaving. Somehow they travel right beneath Fred and Bobby. Right beneath the pod of dolphins. The mother and calf surface again, further out, then disappear. Then, I'm crying. Big, gasping sobs. 
            I’m left on the beach, reliving the moment I gave birth to my daughter, and the evening when I first took her out of the nursery to hold her in my arms, the full moon streaming its light through the quiet window.
            I miss her.

During the remaining four days of our vacation, we have another face-to-face with a mother and her calf when we join a whale watch off the Kohala Coast, but nothing will ever match my own personal glimpse at that special mother and child.
            We leave Hilo for Oahu, and as we make the long flight home, I stare out the plane's window, searching in vain for the spumes of the great whales as they make their migratory path through the tall green islands of Hawaii.


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Dawn Reno Langley developed wanderlust as a child and has a long bucket list.  She holds both a PhD and an MFA. She has published 29 books, hundreds of shorter pieces.  Mother to one, grandmother to the world’s cutest toddler, and dog mom to a sassy Shichon, Langley practices yoga, gardens, travels, and is fascinated by the night sky.