Sunday, November 1, 2015

A Single Garment of Destiny



Letter to a Young Activist by Thomas Merton:

Do not depend on the hope of results. When you are doing the sort of work you have taken on, essentially an apostolic work, you may have to face the fact that your work will be apparently worthless and even achieve no result at all, if not perhaps results opposite to what you expect. As you get used to this idea, you start more and more to concentrate not on the results but on the value, the rightness, the truth of the work itself. And there too a great deal has to be gone through as gradually you struggle less and less for an idea and more and more for specific people. The range tends to narrow down, but it gets much more real. In the end, it is the reality of personal relationships that saves everything.

The big results are not in your hands or mine, but they suddenly happen, and we can share in them; but there is no point in building our lives on this personal satisfaction, which may be denied us and which after all is not that important.

The next step in the process is for you to see that your own thinking about what you are doing is crucially important. You are probably striving to build yourself an identity in your work, out of your work and your witness. You are using it, so to speak, to protect yourself against nothingness, annihilation. That is not the right use of your work. All the good that you will do will come not from you but from the fact that you have allowed yourself, in the obedience of faith, to be used by God’s love. Think of this more and gradually you will be free from the need to prove yourself, and you can be more open to the power that will work through you without your knowing it.

The great thing after all is to live, not to pour out your life in the service of a myth: and we turn the best things into myths. If you can get free from the domination of causes and just serve Christ’s truth, you will be able to do more and will be less crushed by the inevitable disappointments. Because I see nothing whatever in sight but much disappointment, frustration and confusion.

The real hope, then, is not in something we think we can do but in God who is making something good out of it in some way we cannot see. If we can do God’s will, we will be helping in this process. But we will not necessarily know all about it before hand.

Enough of this…it is at least a gesture…I will keep you in my prayers.
All the best, in Christ,
Tom



These words would have been good for me to hear during my college years while I was bombarded with crippling stories of immeasurable pain around the world and scrambled to come up with an appropriate response. And it's still good for me to hear now, when the needs are yet so deep and staggering to sometimes leave me wondering what good my “small things with great love” can really do. I need healthy doses of hope and a steady perspective on life to balance me when I encounter people who know what it is to suffer.

I will deviate somewhat from the core message of this letter which speaks for itself to reflect on something which haunts me: privilege.

My privilege puts me at risk of heaping irrational guilt on myself for what is beyond my control. I did not choose my land of birth, the color of my skin, my financial background, my loving family.

But privilege, I'm trying to believe, is just that: beyond my control. How I respond to it is the part within my control, and I continue to wrestle with how to do that well.

And yet privilege often means that I have been allotted control, or choice. I have the free choice to live below the poverty line, to join communities of folks who have renounced financial wealth (though we usually have the option of leaving and taking it up again if the way ever gets too hard), the choice of living on good land that yields abundant, wholesome food (while our neighbors still have to work long hours to make a living at the nearby chicken plant), accessibility to resources which enable me to live a healthy lifestyle, in addition to natural good health…

I can shift uncomfortably in my seat as I listen to stories of friends who crossed deserts fleeing from soldiers who murdered their brothers and sisters. (Indeed, if that doesn't shake me inside, I would question the state of my heart.) But that discomfort needs balance, or it has the power to pull me down into a useless depression.

And the fact is that these same people who have lived so much pain are often the greatest illustrations of hope. Their songs and their laughter stem from a depth of gratitude that I may never comprehend. It seems twisted to say that maybe these folks are the “privileged” ones, because life’s hard circumstances have played a role in cultivating such richness in their lives. I call them my “students” and they call me “teacher,” but it is plain to me that we are co-teachers and co-students. When I lose my hope, I need only look for it in the same place I lost it.

As I seek to respond to the pain, I will take heart and not condemn myself for what can seem like an unfair incapacity to relate to that pain. “We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality tied in a single garment of destiny,” (MLK) and that mutuality releases the burden of false responsibility; either the idea that I am somehow put to shame in the face of this person's pain or that my response is immaterial. After all, the real hope…is not in something we think we can do but in God who is making something good out of it in some way we cannot see. 



Carta a un activista joven por Thomas Merton:

No dependas en la esperanza de los resultados. Cuando hagas el tipo de trabajo que hayas asumido, en esencia un trabajo apostólico, tal vez tendrás que enfrentar el hecho que tu trabajo será, al parecer, inútil y quizás logrará nada, si no logra lo opuesto de lo que anticipabas. Mientras que te acostumbres a esta idea, empieces más y más a concentrarte, no en los resultados, sino en el valor, la virtud, la verdad del trabajo sí mismo. Y allí también hay que soportar mucho mientras que te esfuerces menos y menos por una idea y más y más por el bien de personas específicas. La gama suele reducirse, pero llega a ser mucho más real. En el final, es la realidad de las relaciones personales que salva todo.

Los resultados grandes no están en tus manos ni en las mías, pero pasan de repente, y podemos participar en ellos; pero no hay ningún sentido en construír nuestas vidas alrededor de esta satisfacción personal, lo que tal vez está denegado a nosotros y después de todo no es muy importante.

El próximo paso en el proceso es que veas que tus pensamientos sí mismas sobre lo que haces son cruciales. Es probable que te estás esforzando para construírte una identidad en tu trabajo, por tu trabajo y el testigo de tu vida. Estás utilizándolo así que te puedas proteger contra la aniquilacíon. Esto no es un buen uso de tu trabajo. Todo lo bueno que harás vendrá, no de ti, sino del hecho de que te hayas entregado, en la obediencia de la fe, para ser usado por el amor de Dios. Piensa de esto más, y, poco a poco, te liberarás de la necesidad de validarte, y puedas estar más dispuesto al poder lo que trabajará por medio de ti sin saberlo.

La cosa grande, después de todo, es vivir, no echarse la vida en servicio de un mito; y cambiamos las mejores cosas en mitos. Si te puedes liberar de la dominación de las causas y simplemente servir a la verdad de Cristo, podrás hacer más y estarás menos aplastado por las desilusiones inevitables. Así que no veo nada sino mucha desilusión, frustración, y turbación.

La esperanza real, entonces, no está en algo que pensamos que podemos hacer, sino en Dios, quien está hacienda algo bueno en una manera que no podemos ver. Si podemos hacer la voluntad de Dios, estaremos ayudando en este proceso. Pero no sabremos todo, necesariamente, de antemano.

Ya basta…es por lo menos un gesto…te cuidaré en mis oraciones.

Todo lo mejor, en Cristo,

Tomás


Estas palabras hubieran sido buenas para mí a oír durante de mis años en la universidad, cuando yo estaba aplastada con cuentos incapacitantes de dolor inmensurable alrededor del mundo y me esforzaba para responder en una manera apropriada. Y ya es bueno oírlas ahora, cuando las necesidades todavía son tan profundas y impactantes que me dejan a dudar lo bueno que pueden hacer “las cosas pequeñas con gran amor.” Necesito una dosis de esperanza y una perspectiva firma en la vida para equilibrarme cuando me encuentro con personas que saben lo que es el sufrimiento.

Me desviaré un poco del mensaje núcleo de esta carta, que habla por sí misma, para reflexionar en algo que me persiga: el privilegio.

Mi privilegio me pone al riesgo de apilar culpa irracional en mí misma por lo que está más allá de mi control. No escogí mi patria, ni el color de mi piel, ni mi fondo financial, ni mi familia cariñosa.

Pero el privilegio, estoy tratando de creer, es esto mismo: más allá de mi control. Cómo respondo es la parte que está bajo mi control, y continúo a luchar con cómo puedo hacerlo bien.

No obstante, el privilegio en muchos sentidos, significa que tengo control, o el control de la elección. Tengo la libre elección de vivir bajo de la línea de la pobreza, a unirme con comunidades de gente que han renunciado la afluencia (aunque sí podemos salirnos y vivir afluentes de nuevo si queremos), la elección de vivir en tierra buena que produce buena comida (mientras que nuestros vecinos todavía tienen que trabajar horas largas para ganarse la vida en la planta de pollo), la accesibilidad a recursos que me permiten vivir una vida sana, además a buena salud natural…

Puedo sentarme descómoda en mi silla mientras que escucho cuentos de amigos que han cruzado desiertos huyéndose de soldados que asesinaron a sus hermanos. (De verdad, si esto no me perturba, yo dudaría el estado de mi corazón.) Pero esa incomodidad necesita equilibrio, or tiene el poder de llevarme a una depresión inútil.

Y el hecho es que estas mismas personas que han experimentado tanto dolor son, a menudo, las ilustraciones mejores de la esperanza. Sus canciones y su risa viene de una profundidad de gratitud que tal vez yo nunca comprenderé. Parece retorcido decir que tal vez estas personas son las que tienen el “privilegio” porque las circunstancias duras de la vida han cultivado tanta riqueza en sus vidas. Les llamo mis “estudiantes” y me llaman “maestro,” pero es claro para mí que somos co-maestros y co-estudiantes.Cuando pierdo mi esperanza, sólo necesito buscarla en el mismo lugar donde la perdí.

Mientras que trato de responder bien al dolor, me animaré y no me condenaré por lo que puede parecer una incapacidad injusta de relacionarme a ese dolor. “Estamos atrapados en una red inexorable de la mutualidad, atados en una prenda soltera del destino,” (MLK) y esa mutualidad nos suelta de la carga de la responsabilidad falsa; de la idea que de alguna manera estoy culpable del dolor de esta persona o que mi respuesta no vale nada. Después de todo, la esperanza real…no está en algo que pensamos que podemos hacer, sino en Dios, quien está hacienda algo bueno en una manera que no podemos ver.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Koinonia in Retrospect: A journey toward simplicity



Con la intención de compartir mis pensamientos con mis amigos hispánicos y para practicar mi español, estoy proveyendo una traducción bajo de cada post inglés. Para los hispanohablantes, si encuentren algún error, favor avísame :)

In an effort to share my thoughts with my Hispanic friends and exercise my Spanish muscle, I'm providing a translation of each of my posts below the English. For Spanish-speakers, if you catch any errors, please let me know :)


Enjoying and embracing the small things is not a new concept. But it takes on new wonder in a culture that has strayed from the beauty of that simplicity in so many ways.

A big part of my learning experience at Koinonia is related to food – growing/preparing/preserving wholesome foods, foraging wild edibles and medicinal herbs.
I composed a document outlining much of what I learned in those areas, and I can't yet figure out how to attach here it for your perusal, so until then let me know if you'd like a copy :)

It has been really empowering to discover natural ways of coping with common ailments, to make my own healthy meals and snacks from scratch, to wash my laundry using soap nuts from a tree, to recycle old scrap paper into new paper, to learn how to milk a cow by hand, to make use of natural energy sources...in a lot of ways learning how to be a conscientious consumer who is not dependent upon stores, industries, and conventional methods of doing things.

I learned at Koinonia to get my hands literally dirty. Fredo used to tease me for wearing gardening gloves because I didn't like the feeling of dirt under my nails. Now that dirt under my nails gives me a similar satisfaction to getting paint smeared on my fingers and arms. That “dirt” is actually living soil. We ourselves were formed from humus, inspired by the breath of our Creator.

I've grown in self-confidence both through the independence and interdependence of my experiences the past few years. Being transplanted into new contexts to share life in intentional ways with a variety of people is helping me to recognize and break down walls of judgment in my heart and habits of thinking, to expand my mental and emotional boundaries, to build communication skills and to own my convictions. Vulnerability encourages the development of trust. Practicing conflict resolution builds courage. Genuine encounters with people who are different from me cultivates depth and richness in my life and helps me to become a more authentic person.

In case you missed it, here's the link to my last newsletter from Koinonia.

The journey continues... I've just completed my first beautiful week at JubileePartners.


Koinonia mirando atrás: Caminando hacia la simplicidad

Disfrutando y recibiendo bien las cositas en la vida no es un concepto nuevo. Pero le da a uno nuevo asombro en una cultura que en muchas maneras se ha alejado de la belleza de esa simplicidad.

Una gran parte de mi experiencia en Koinonia está relacionada a la comida - cultivar/preparar/preserver comida sana, buscando hierbas silvestres y medicinales.
He compuesto un documento que describe mucho de lo que he aprendido en esas areas, lo cual espero que puedo adjuntar en el futuro. Hasta entonces, si lo quieres, avísame.

Me ha dado mucha fuerza descubrir maneras naturales de tratar enfermedades comunes, hacer mis propias comidas y meriendas saludables de materias primas, lavar mi ropa usando la fruta de un árbol, reciclar papeles usados en papel nuevo, aprender cómo ordeñar una vaca por mano, utilizar recursos naturales de energia...en muchas maneras aprendiendo cómo ser una consumidora consciente que no depende en las tiendas, industrias, ni métodos convencionales de hacer cosas.

Aprendí en Koinonia cómo ensuciar mis manos literalmente. Fredo solía burlar de mí por llevar guantes en el jardín porque no me gustaba el sentimiento de tierra bajo de mis uñas. Ahora esa tierra bajo mis uñas me da una satisfacción que es similar a ensuciar mis dedos y brazos con pinta. Esa “tierra” en realidad está viva. Nosotros mismos fuimos formados de humus, inspirados por el aliento de nuestro Creador.

He crecido en confianza igualmente por la independencia y por la interdependencia de mis experiencias durante los tres años pasados. Seando transplantada a contextos nuevos para compartir la vida en maneras intencionales con una variedad de personas me está ayudando a reconocer y derribar murallas del juicio en mi corazón y en los hábitos de pensar, a ampliar mis fronteras mentales y emocionales, a construir las habilidades de comunicación y llegar a ser dueña de mis convicciones. La vulnerabilidad estimula el desarrollo de la confianza. Practicar la resolución de conflictos construye el coraje. Los encuentros auténticos con personas que son diferentes de mí cultiva la profundidad y la riqueza en mi vida, y me ayuda a llegar a ser una persona más auténtica.

Por si acaso no lo han visto, aquí está el vínculo de my ultimo boletín de Koinonia.

El paso continua... Acabo de completar mi primera semana linda con JubileePartners

Friday, May 29, 2015

I translated a post into Spanish for some new friends traveling to different communities around the country. See what they're up to:

http://plentyofroom.org/2015/our-friends-in-lagrange/

Monday, April 13, 2015

Simply Art

I recently decided to change the format and name of the Facebook page on which I sell my art. What follows is my shot at an explanation as to why.

My art page (formerly, “ACTS of ART” now, "Art by Tracy Lou") was previously categorized as a “cause,” and I advertised that I would send 25% of proceeds to World Vision to help tackle the root causes of poverty around the world.

I don't think there is anything inherently wrong about sending a portion of my earnings to a justice organization that I respect, or with telling customers up front where their money will go. What I begin to wonder about are my deepest motives for attaching that idea to my art sales, and the relationship between social media and my art.

Ultimately, I decided that I wish to avoid using the cause of justice as an incentive for consumerism.

Now, I do not like to refer to my paintings as “products” (Which is why I don't sell them on pillows or shower curtains on Society6). But ultimately, through these websites, I am exchanging my paintings for money. So for the sake of this outline I may use that term, or others like it, lightly.

I first categorized my art sale as a cause in part because I feared that selling it under my name alone would be self-centered. The fact still stands that I avoid making my signature appear too visible on my work; it is about the art, not about me. But, perhaps the title is only as selfish as the person to whom it's attributed; perhaps it's only selfish if I am selfish. And if I am advertising that I'll send 25% of proceeds to World Vision (regardless of my level of respect for World Vision), maybe that is still selfish, because I am looking for a way to hide behind another name and add worth to paintings that can stand on their own as works of value.

If people have any doubts about how I may use their money, they need only to look at my life, how I am striving to live, to see how their money will go to use.

If my art has value in itself, and I believe it does, then I do not need to bolster it in any way or mix it in with other things I care about. Let it stand alone; it is valid.

I must acknowledge that entering into social media at all is to wrestle with selfish motives. We are invited to present ourselves in the most favorable way possible. When I post photos of my artwork, I want people to like, comment, and share them. What I'm looking for on my most ego-concerning level, more than money (if I'm honestly looking for that at all) is positive attention and recognition. On a fundamental level, my hope is to share the joy of art with others. My fear is that this hope is riddled by self-interest once marketing comes into play.

I'm not crazy about social media. I wrestle with how technology can be used as a beneficial tool in our culture; to what extent it helps me to relate to others or gradually superficializes my relationships. How can I ensure that I am not using social media as a means to my own end, that I am not using people as a means to an end?

I want to make my art available. I'd like to sell it without “selling” it. I don't want to pull on any heartstrings, consciously or subconsciously, to make a profit. I want my art to speak for itself, and to make its way safely into the hands of a human being who connects with it.

Jesus said to love your neighbor. Our culture tells us to go out and shop. When we mix these two together (Love your neighbor by shopping), I think the line quickly blurs as to what it means to really love my neighbor.


So friends, please purchase art from me. (Even better: meet me in person and barter it from me.) And please find your own creative ways of loving your neighbor. I'm sorry for mixing motives and messages. Still trying to figure out how to live life as an artist in today's culture. This is one of my steps toward simplicity.

Saturday, March 7, 2015


I've been thinking about these words...

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
by Wendell Berry


Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.

And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.

When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.

Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.

Listen to carrion -- put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.

Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.

As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go.

Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.