Austin

We arrived in Austin just in time for Austin’s rush hour traffic, but eventually we reached our destination and were greeted by our dear friend Jerdon Jordaneous Jordanianson AKA cheeetah who was doing well in the desert. That night we met his girlfriend Melissa and their friend Molly. Later Jordan, Melissa and Alan biked up Barton Hill to watch the meteor shower that was going on. At the top with the Austin skyline in the distance the three laid out on a cement table and were witness to the best show any of them could have expected…meteors of every kind, fast ones, slow moving ones, some far away, some incredibly close ones with red burning balls of fire with long glittering sparkling tails spanning halfway across your visual field. Sound like a good meteor shower? because it was a good one. Jordan lives in the apartment building he manages on a great stretch of Guadalupe St. close to the sweet-ass food co-op Wheatsville, where Molly works. Everything is right close to Jordan's--just down the street is Amy's Ice Creams. It’s nice to know Amy’s is a chain because that means there are more of these shining beacons of ice cream excellence out there for the world to love. Alan had to choose between many different coffee and beer/liquor mixture flavors and then combined that with apple pie flavor and you could say he was dancing on a spoon in the high gardens of ice cream paradise. During our three day stay we visited Barton Springs, a natural spring-fed public pool, once at night and once during the day. It's as if you’re at a public swimming pool with a diving board and everything, except it’s bigger and less linear, with fish. A few nights earlier in Princton or Floyd, Alan had dreamt of jumping off a diving board really really high and doing a flip in the air, so in the name of synchronicity he did a back-flip off the Barton Spring's diving board for the first time in his life, and got it on the second try after an awkward back-flop in front of a large crowd of spectators. We also had a night of art-making with the five of us at Jordan’s. Jordan painted a giant acrylic-on-canvass purple and gold cactus for Alyssa, while Alyssa painted a colorful tribute to her spirit animal. We also found ourselves in Veggie Heaven, which Google calls "Vegan-friendly, Chinese, Buddhist, Take-out Vegetarian Chinese restaurant." Another adventure was biking to the mind-blowingly enormous and all-encompassing rock/lapidary shop Nature’s Treasures where Alyssa bought a beautiful amber and garnet necklace. Alan, not wanting to leave the giant crystal palace empty handed, bought some 2012 crystals (sold by David Geiger Minerals! how crazy is that? just noticed that now.) The guy at the rock store gave us each a smoky moonstone meant for travelers. Afterwords we met up with Jordan and Melissa at Casa de Luz, a yummy macrobioic restaurant/Center for Integral Studies. We got to spend a good amount of time with Jordan, who we hadn't seen in a while. Austin is a beautiful city with a young, modern feel, creative and progessive food options, a killer music scene, pretty bike friendly, and everyone we met we liked. On our way out we stopped by Wheatsville and Molly totally hooked us up for the ride, cause she rocks like that. I’m talking about with food of course...

New Orleans

The drive to New Orleans was wild, with amazing cloud formations and torrential T-storms. At one point lighting cracked only a few hundred yards from our truck, the closest we’ve ever seen it strike. As we drove closer to the city we saw a lot of damaged roofs and residual Katrina damage. We got to Claire’s apartment and met her boyfriend Chris. Claire had just gotten a job teaching elementary students at the International School of Louisiana, providing French immersion instruction under the guidance of a native speaking French lead teacher. Chris does carpentry and volunteer work doing building and restoration projects for Katrina victims. That night we went into the city for some good New Orleans gumbo, delicious. After dinner we walked along the river and saw some of the French Quarter by night. The next day while Claire and Chris were at work Alan and Alyssa took the trolley back to the French Quarter. For breakfast we went to Café du Monde and got beignets with powdered sugar and chicory coffee, which is pretty much all that they serve there. The day was oppressively humid with intermittent thunderstorms, but we managed to stay dry and explored the French Market, a few antique stores, and went into pretty much every art gallery on Royal Street (there are a lot of them!) That night we went out to see some live jazz at Preservation Hall. You’re allowed to drink alcohol on the street as long as it’s in a plastic container, and we drank our cocktails while we waited in line for the show. Alyssa got a potent mint julep and Alan was jealous. The band was great, a tight ensemble and each member a great soloist, too. Claire requested Tennessee Waltz and they played it. Later Claire drove us around more of the city and explained how different parts of town have been dealing with the recovery and aftermath since Katrina. She also talked about the New Orleans tradition of the jazz funeral. When someone dies, after the funeral procession, a so-called “second line” will form out of the mourners and other community members to honor the deceased with a celebratory procession through the streets of spirited dance and music. The passing on of a person’s soul to a better place is seen as something that should be celebrated, and rightly so. It’s a beautiful tradition quite ingrained in the culture and reflected in the art. The next day we went out exploring on our bikes so we could cover a lot more ground and not feel so oppressed by the humidity. Right when we got out there, we saw a wall of rain that was slowly coming our way, and had to take cover and postpone the start of our exploring a bit. When it cleared up we went down Magazine St. taking pictures, hitting up an amazing bead shop, ate lunch at Surrey’s where Alan tried wheatgrass for the first time. Apparently before Katrina this wouldn't have happened--Alan trying wheatgrass...but as a city regenerates change happens faster than normal, and wheatgrass comes to New Orleans. After lunch we spent a long time in a great locally run art gallery called Berta's and Mina's Antiquities that in our opinion surpassed any of the ones on Royal Street. Alan fell in love with a painting by a local New Orleans artist named Adelma Rasch. The piece, titled The Far, Far East, was painted in the 70s, and Alan actually bought it, one of his biggest splurges to date. He never thought he’d spend that kind of money on a piece of artwork, and it's very rare that a piece will strike him so...anyway he knew that this could be the one painting he ever buys and would be happy so he bought it and is happy. He's also done some research on the artist since and has turned up some cool stuff, and hopefully this does not lead to further purchases. Later we biked past the oldest church in Nola, then through Louis Armstrong park, then took refuge in a coffee shop as another powerful thunderstorm came through. That night Claire and Chris cooked us a big hearty dinner, and then we went out to get drinks at a fancy hotel venue. Alan got a Sazerac, one of the oldest known cocktails which originated in pre-Civil War New Orleans. Overall, the more time we spent in New Orleans the more we loved it...beautiful wrought iron grating, Mardi Gras beads hanging from the majestic live oak trees which line the streets, scurrying lizards, insane T-storms, delicious food, and the friendly, relaxed atmosphere. On the drive to Austin the next morning Alan Poe’d some floetry reflecting on his impressions of the city:

New Orleans rhyme

New oilins on my face
oh this humid place
plain for me to see
why it takes a slower pace
no rat race here, but lots of fat kats and beer
greasy gumbo collars ‘long side old time bourbon scholars
big dishes, cat and craw fishes
catchin’ some big mouth brass with long belts and sass.

French quarter for a bus back through humbled lands of crumbled crust and lightening dust and tumbled rumbling sazerac lust.

Gusts of hope in the winds of cope, a lazy river lopes through time in its own second line.

Birmingham, AL

We got to Birmingham, Alabama while it was still plenty light out and were greeted by Alex, Laura, Suzanne, Greg, their black cat and two little chihuahuas. Greg popped open a bottle of champagne and we had a toast. Suzanne cooked up the most unique and tasty of dishes, involving but not limited to fish, shellfish, figs, potatoes, and red onions. The two major subjects of conversation at dinner were developmental disorders and aliens. Later we watched a History Channel special on the evidence for alien involvement in early civilization. After that Alan and Greg stayed up late chatting about explorations of consciousness. The next morning after a traditional Tovar breakfast of eggs in the hole, Greg, Alex, and Alan went bass and brim fishing. It was already approaching 11 when they finally got out there, and the fish weren’t biting under the hot Birmingham sun. After calling it quits, Alan actually caught two bluegill while trolling a beetle spinner as we were bringing the boat back to dock. Back at the house after a quick shower Greg gave Alan some of his funky old ties and we were off, headed for New Orleans, Louisiana.

Floyd, VA

We got to Floyd just at dusk and were welcomed with the openest of arms. I can’t say enough good about Frank and Sally…great people and a great couple. When Alan got out of the truck and looked around standing on their driveway he got the strongest feeling of deja vu he’s ever experienced. He took it as a good sign and moved on. Frank whipped us up some really good pasta with roasted veggies. His son and his son’s girlfriend were also staying over, and we all sat outside talking into the warm mosquito-free Virginia night. The next morning Alan gave their old loving diabetic cat Yoda one final head rub, we bade our farewells to Sally, and Frank drove us to their café, Café del Sol, in downtown Floyd. Floyd is one of the towns along “The Crooked Road,” Virginia’s heritage music trail, and many great acts and a lot of great bluegrass bands come through and play at their venue, The Sun Music Hall, which is in the same building as their café. Anyway, Frank hooked us up with free breakfast sandwiches, yum. Alan was overjoyed when the server agreed to put yerba mate through the espresso machine, giving him a large cup of the dankest mate which lasted him all day. Frank made Alyssa’s cappuccino, and tried unsuccessfully to do the heart-shaped foam thing. Alan bought some artwork they had for sale by a local visionary artist named Starroot. Then we said our goodbyes and drove through a stretch of the scenic Blue Ridge Parkway on our way into the deep south.

Princeton and DC

Thursday brother Chris who came in from Schenectady drove us out to Boxford to help load the truck and see us off. We got to Peter and Kathleen’s around 11 at night. Kathleen made us tea and Alan had peppermint tea mmm and we talked for a while before bed. The next morning we had breakfast with Becket who quizzed Alan on his state capitols and showed us some of his iTouch apps. Kathleen was a great hostess as always, and it was great to see her and Becket, as well as Nico and Scout, the now wise old bearded Jack Russells still adorable as ever. We got to Grandma Debbie’s around noon and we had a great lunch with Grandma, Chris, Jamie, Pam, Ran and Stephen Hock, thanks to my godmother Pam for the luxurious lunch. Alan noticed that Grandma Debbie’s toilet bowl had been replaced because the drain was no longer shaped like a 6, which made Alyssa sad. It was great to be back in Grandma Debbie’s apartment and it was a lovely visit. 2:30 and we were back on the road headed for Floyd, Virginia, where Alan’s uncle Greg had arranged for us to stay with his friends Frank and Sally for the night. On our way, Greg had us driving through Manassas so we could see some civil war battlefields.

The Retreat

Next stop, Barre, MA for the 7 day retreat. The dharma center there is beautiful with gardens everywhere, well kept grounds, Buddha statues sprinkled with dana trinklets, trails through the woods, birds, spiderwebs, a beautiful meditation hall, wise loving teachers overflowing with the dharma, a warm cheerful staff, single and double rooms each with a sink and comfy bed, great walking rooms, an old bowling ally where the Dali Lama once bowled now also used for walking, a yoga and work-out room, loose leaf tea of every kind in the dining hall, and delicious and nutritious mindfully prepared vegetarian cuisine.

Excerpts from their website dharma.org:

Who are we?
Founded in 1975, the Insight Meditation Society (IMS) is a 501 (c) (3) religious nonprofit organization.
On Valentines Day, 1976, a small group of young meditation teachers and dedicated staff opened a retreat center in an old but stately mansion in Barre, Massachusetts. Armed with minimal resources and less than ideal operational knowledge, yet passionate about the Buddha’s teachings, they set about creating an environment where the dharma could flourish and take root in the West. And so IMS began.
Over its 33-year history, IMS has become a spiritual home to thousands of practitioners, and is now regarded as one of the Western world’s most respected centers for learning and deepening meditation practice.
The organization operates two meditation retreat programs – the Retreat
Center and the Forest Refuge. Both facilities are set on some 200 secluded wooded acres in the quiet country of central Massachusetts.

What is insight meditation?
Insight meditation (vipassana in Pali, the language of the original Buddhist teachings) is the simple and direct practice of moment-to-moment mindfulness. Through careful and sustained observation, we experience for ourselves the ever-changing flow of the mind/body process. This awareness leads us to accept more fully the pleasure and pain, fear and joy, sadness and happiness that life inevitably brings. As insight deepens, we develop greater equanimity and peace in the face of change, and wisdom and compassion increasingly become the guiding principles of our lives.
The Buddha first taught insight meditation over 2,500 years ago. The various methods of this practice have been well preserved in the Theravada tradition of Buddhism, and the retreats at IMS are all rooted in this ancient and well-mapped path to awakening.

What is lovingkindness meditation?
Metta is the Pali word for friendship or lovingkindness. It is taught as a meditation that cultivates our natural capacity for an open and loving heart. With its roots in practices said to be taught by the Buddha himself, metta is traditionally offered along with meditations that enrich compassion, joy in the happiness of others and equanimity. These practices lead to the development of concentration, fearlessness, happiness and a greater ability to love.

Two of the Guiding (senior) Teachers are Sharon Salzberg and Joseph Goldstein, who — together with Jack Kornfield — established IMS over 33 years ago. Today, they are preeminent teachers and authors. Sharon Salzberg’s latest publications are 'The Force of Kindness', 'Unplug' and 'Faith'; she is also a contributing editor to 'O: The Oprah Magazine'. Joseph Goldstein is the author of 'One Dharma: The Emerging Western Buddhism', 'A Heart Full of Peace' and 'Insight Meditation'.

During our retreat our teachers where Rebecca Bradshaw, Chas DiCapua, Anushka Fernandopulle, Amita Schmidt, and Tempel Smith.

The typical day was structured something like this: Wake up early by gong, sit for usually 45 minutes, oatmeal for breakfast with all the trimmings, yogi job (Alan’s job was to gather the trash and recycling from all the rooms and offices of the main building. Alyssa’s was to help prepare and serve breakfast), then meditation with instruction is given by Rebecca, then walking meditation, sit, walk, optional group meetings some days, lunch, yoga, sit, walk, metta (loving kindness) meditation led by different teachers each day, walk, light dinner with tea, sit, walk, dharma talk given by different teachers each night, walk, metta chant and sit, bed.

Alan’s experience:
Alan did a lot of laughing at idiotic thoughts, a lot of watching and accepting a mind that had grown jumpy and subject to a questionable soundtrack as of late. Accepting his monkey mind with amusement seemed to be the best remedy for it. Reconnecting with a relaxed center of being was extremely rewarding physically and mentally. Listening to his body and through his body he found that happiness is always there waiting underneath whatever mumbo jumbo be clouding up the headpeice. Acceptance is always step one.

Alyssa had a very rewarding retreat as well, despite becoming stricken with food poisoning and then breaking out in a rash from a poisonous plant that swelled up her whole face forcing her to go to the Barre clinic and get put onto prednisone. In a few words, here are some of Alyssa’s appreciated present moments:
Trees, suffering, metta, mosquitoes, suffering, feet, smile

At the Beehive

Soooo… After Belize it was on to the Geiger property AKA the Beehive in the White Mountains. We set up a tarp above our tent like pros. It rained both nights and our tent hardly even got wet. The days were sunny and warm, filled with squirt gun fights, playing with Haile and her new rabbit puppet, playing the dice game, and we played two family laddergolf two-on-two round-robin tournaments. Alan and Alyssa decided where the starting stretch of the ATV trail should go and got to work trail building, digging, pick-axing, moving rocks and leveling the earth. Dave flattened it out more on top with the ATV’s plow attachment, and the Double A Trail was complete. Then we kept working with the help of Brian and Michael on the next much rockier stretch of the trail. Some of the rocks were too big to budge, but after we had called it quits, Mike rode the ATV all the way up it anyway. It was lots of fun playing with Haile, so cute and sweet and full of laughter.