I recently returned reluctantly to Michigan’s often cold and blustery late fall weather after a week in what felt like paradise – the foothills of the mountains near Tucson Arizona, where it was 80 and sunny every day. I was attending a six-day Meditation Training led by Pragito Dove, a master who trained at the Osho Multiversity in Pune, India. I am already certified in laughter meditation and was now adding accreditation in more Meditation techniques. My goal has been to learn more about how to help others achieve control over their happiness and health in a world dominated by a flood of stressful news and a lack of sane medical solutions to the resulting illnesses.
The fact is we are too often missing life while we create or recreate childhood drama – or suffer the emotional consequences of living in an often angry world. In a strange way, I was lucky. I grew up with parents from two different cultures and different dramas. That confused me and worried me as a child. Who was right? I loved them both. Yet it also made me a young Seeker, questioning life, not just accepting it.
I discovered Meditation in my 20s when my father’s unexpected death and other tragedies left me struggling with deep pain and guilt. Meditation gives you techniques like Witnessing the Mind to remind us that we are love, we are divine – it gets rid of all the inner noise telling us otherwise. Always our goal is to be in the present. Witnessing the Mind is sitting in silence, watching our thoughts and letting them go. Living in the present moment is meditation.
Laughter Meditation is especially simple for instantly transforming pain and fear into soothing mirth. Even faking laughter releases brain chemicals called endorphins in the brain that act as a tranquilizer to calm us down. You only need a few minutes in the morning to get powerful effects. And you can use laughter anytime during the day to change your mood. Try it. Just laugh for one minute in the morning, followed by one minute of silence. You are inoculated – and this drug is life-affirming!
For more information on Meditation, I recommend visiting Discovermeditation.com – Pragito Dove’s website.
I’ve been listening to Tom Petty tributes this week coming after his sudden death from cardiac arrest just after the conclusion of his 40th Anniversary tour.* His song “Runnin’ Down a Dream” never fails to trigger days in California spent doing just that in the ’90s, when Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers seemed always at the top of the charts. Petty’s songs are often called the “soundtrack for our lives” by many generations, including mine. It really took leaps of faith to keep up with the twists and turns in my career. I ultimately called those California years “living life ahead of the curve,” since that’s how much you had to leap to keep up with the changes in Silicon Valley then.
Fast-forward: Last year I got involved in a series of BNI (Business Networking International) chapters in Michigan with inspiring entrepreneurs, currently the Business Referrals Chapter in Clinton Township — and we are constantly asked to share our business goals. Mine is to continue those leaps of faith in my life to find the new career paths in both communications and meditation that will keep me energized and productive.
We now live in a time of political division when many newsmakers charge that America’s innovation is losing out to China and other rising countries in the East. Yet I’ve been meeting a new generation of inspiring students both in the South as part of the Scholarship program for my late husband Tim Robinson at Samford University’s journalism department in Birmingham, Al – and in Detroit as an alumna of Wayne State University, with the opportunity to spend time with young Honors College students. I’m also proud of the soaring ambitions of the most recent high school graduate in my family, my great niece Julia Graham, who will be pursuing photography as a major at the College for Creative Studies on the Wayne State University Campus. Yes, I believe both in America’s current entrepreneurs and in the next generation. Dream on and maybe try listening to Tom Petty.
Back in the mid-90s (on the 30th anniversary of the Summer of Love), my late husband, legal journalist Tim Robinson and I moved to San Francisco where we rented an apartment in an elegant townhouse adjoining Golden Gate Park until the end of 2002. Our landlords were Professor H. Maurice Tseng and his wife Gloria, a manager at Bank of America. Sadly, I got news recently that Gloria had passed away and I wanted to share why her loss weighed so heavily on me, as I remembered her talent for transcending cultures and spreading love.
Gloria was from Guayaquil, Ecuador in South America and had met and married the son of a Chinese diplomat in New York City, where she worked as a Spanish translator and editor for Merck. The couple moved to San Francisco in 1962 with two small boys – David and Steven – who from birth were immersed in both cultures. Their father taught Chinese language and literature at a local university, while Gloria graduated from college with a BA in business administration, starting a 30 year career in management at Bank of America — often focused on her bank’s community outreach programs targeting Chinese, Hispanic, and other immigrants.
I was a communications consultant and eagerly invited Gloria — who knew so much about the city and its immigrant communities — to join my networking organization, Women in Business. It gave us both further opportunities to bond with other business leaders from many backgrounds, as well as create new strategies for advancing women in area businesses. We often got to laugh together, especially important after the death of her husband about a year after we moved in.
During the years in SF, we shared recipes and cookouts with the Tsengs and their neighbors, as well as gospel music that Tim played on his old Story and Clark upright piano, inspired by Baptist missionaries living next door (I still am in touch with Linda and Eric Bergquist). I was often back in San Francisco over the years and Gloria insisted that I stay at her home and cooked delicious ethnic dishes for me. I will always miss this extraordinary business and community leader, her family and that elegant townhouse that felt like a second home.
My father, raised as one of 17 kids on a Canadian farm — a true country boy — was a big fan of America’s country music and one of its brightest stars, Johnny Cash. I thought of my childhood days growing up in Detroit but also immersed in country culture, as I watched the movie “Walk the Line” again recently, which is based in part on the legendary singer’s two autobiographies.* The film details how Cash first forged a bold path in country music in the mid-1950s by focusing on train and prison song folk styles, only to descend into drug addiction, climaxed by a miraculous recovery with the help of June Carter.
The film impressed me because of its honesty about the personal struggles of both Cash and his future wife as they built their careers. June was divorced shortly after she met Cash and a strong attraction developed between them that she resisted, although they continued to tour together. Cash was trapped in an unhappy marriage, which contributed to his addictive behavior.
The film was most remarkable for its honesty in probing the family scars that led to disastrous marriages for both country stars – scars they had to heal before they could eventually marry and become a force for recovery for others through their music. Cash had idolized his older brother Jack, whose tragic death was blamed on him by an alcoholic father – there had to be a confrontation before Cash could forgive himself. In addition, while the father eventually was a recovered alcoholic, he continued his dismissal of the importance of a musical career until Cash stood up to him.
June, on the other hand, had felt overshadowed by the talent of an older sister and then caught in the shame of being a single mom in an unforgiving southern culture. Once they overcame their own challenges and were happily married, the Cashes embraced the idea of redemption for everyone through their music by reaching out to the convicts in Folsom Prison, who were among Cash’s biggest fans. A live version of Cash’s early hit “Folsom Prison Blues” was recorded among inmates at Folsom State Prison in 1968 and instantly became a #1 hit on the country music charts. As I can affirm, this redemptive music reached far beyond the South.
*Man in Black (1975) and Cash: The Autobiography (1997)
I grew up in a vibrant Detroit, the proud and thriving automobile capital of the world. And in 1967, as I studied for my undergraduate degree at Wayne State University in the heart of the city, I had no idea that a raid on a nearby after-hours club that summer would ultimately signal the collapse of many of the city’s neighborhoods and eventually ignite massive white flight. I thought our country’s involvement in Vietnam would remain the focus of protest that year, not our own angry citizens burning down the inner city.
In 2017, media attention on the 50th anniversary of the Detroit riots, revolution or uprising (depending on who you ask) is forcing residents to reassess what brought on such rage. The violence lasted five days following the original police raid on July 23 – and Stephen Henderson, the editorial director of the Detroit Free Press, and others are questioning if the city has really learned the lessons of those violent days. While it is clear that change is coming to some areas of Detroit –focusing for now heavily on the vibrant downtown and some midtown neighborhoods, including around Wayne State University – many angry black residents still live in neglected areas and continue to question whether their lives will ever improve.
On Sunday the 23rd, I joined college friends to watch the local ABC-TV premiere of the Detroit Free Press documentary on those five days – “12th and Clairmont.” I found that the focus on the home-made films submitted by those swept up by the violence gave an authentic voice to the complex emotions behind the turmoil and lingering anger. Now a movie is premiering here called “Detroit” by award-winning filmmaker Kathryn Bigelow that details the particularly brutal deaths of three black teenagers in the Algiers Hotel in the course of those five horrific days. I hope the local Free Press documentary and the nationally distributed film will give Americans a greater understanding of that ominous year in Detroit – and an appreciation for the on-going struggle facing not only the Motor City, but cities across our nation. Let’s continue to listen to the anger, learn and move forward.
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Friends of mine have penned two amazing books recently – a former PR partner, David Hamlin, wrote the mystery Winter in Chicago on drugs, death and rock and roll on Chicago’s AM radio dial, while Jenny historian Deason Copeland has self-published a non-fiction book she researched for many years, Tiananmen West: Why Nixon Ordered the Kent State Massacre.
Both talented friends have been busy interviewing and visiting book stores – David out in southern California and Jenny in suburban Michigan. David and his wife Sydney met in Chicago in the 70s, where she was breaking barriers for women in radio news broadcasting and he was the head of the local ACLU. The novel was inspired by Sydney Weisman’s trailblazing news career, which later took the duo to California where I encountered them in the early 90s and eventually became a marketing partner in their firm, WHPR, following the LA riots. You can read more about Winter in Chicago and order it on the publisher’s website at http://www.open-bks.com/library/moderns/winter-in-chicago/about-book.html
As the cover states, Jenny’s book Tiananmen West “encompasses decades of research by the author in hope of replacing conspiracy theories with facts. The FoIA (Freedom of Information Act) requests reveal some interesting new perspectives of not only the Kent State Massacre, but how the mind of Richard Nixon could justify such an event.” Jenny ends the book with a call to action to require psychological profiling of Presidential candidates to block another Nixon from the White House. Jenny’s website and more information is at http://www.crazyredheadpublishing.com/ Both books are available on Amazon.com.