May, 2011: Learning Experiences

Early this month the 15 students in this photo traveled with me to the state capital in Salem, Oregon. The trip helps make real what we were learning in our State and Local Government course. This learning experience included scheduled interviews with legislative leaders, the Attorney General (chief prosecutor of the state) and the Secretary of State (who may well become a future Governor). This was the eleventh such excursion I have taken students on over my now 24 years of teaching at Portland Community College. Experience tells me that this day will be remembered long after other memories from this course grow dim. That is because it is empowering. What fear or awe they may have had of politicians is dispelled and they come to see that every person can make a difference with their opinions if such are acted upon.

These groups also often develop friendships lasting into the future. That is no small accomplishment when considering the diversity often displayed among them. This group of 15, for example, include people ages 18 to 48; folks who are gay, lesbian, transgendered, and heterosexual; identifying themselves as Republican, Democrat, Green, and non-affiliated; two who have been homeless for much of the past two years and two others who have experienced jail time for past transgressions; highly skilled students and others struggling to develop skills. What now they have in common is respect for one another and a willingness to help each other learn from one another. They now know that the real learning experience involved not going anywhere, but simply developing relationships amongst themselves!

Just a year ago my wife and I were leaving India and beginning our travels in Italy. We find that much is remembered but nothing so fondly as relationships that blossomed into friendships. As Kris and I celebrated our 28th Wedding Anniversary this month, for example, we are now also reminded that our family friends Stand and Shanty celebrate theirs also just two weeks later! Time for a phone call half a world away in India! Though the connection did not allow for clear conversation, that was of little importance. The thought really is what counts most. I remember my students at St. Thomas College with the help of a fine group photo and the occasional emails which also find their way to me from the busy lives they lead. Yes, we all go on with our lives, but the relationships which serve to ground each of us are rooted in the shared learning experiences of the past. When my friend Ken Isserlis and his wife Nancy shared a meal with us two weeks ago, the fact that we had not seen each other for five years simply gave us more to catch up on in our sharing!

To the extent I am able, much of my life energy is devoted to providing learning experiences for others – which I now more consciously hope will draw the human family together. Beyond the classroom this month, for example, I made formal public presentations regarding Drug Cartel Violence in Mexico, Poverty in India, Corporate Globalization & Water, The Killing of Osama Bin Laden, and The Relevance of Nonviolence (which was aired on cable television). I was also involved in sponsoring events which focused on the May arrest (and, thankfully, release) of Mazin Qumsiyeh by Israeli soldiers in Palestine, a Memorial Day Tribute to the life of Dorothy Ackerman (a Korean War Veteran who is Native American), a fundraiser for Tsunami Relief for the still suffering people of Japan, and two public showings of the film ``3 Idiots`` intended to reduce student stress with the coming of Final exams next week.

The three biggest life events impacting us this month include Kris finally receiving a new prosthetic leg to replace the one that was ten years old and literally destroyed during our travels last year. We are hopeful that an initially painful adjustment to the new leg will soon yield to her having improved physical mobility. A second event involves my employer`s surprisingly speedy response to a Political Science Program Review which forcefully requested the need to have an additional full-time faculty position to better serve our students. Within days the request was granted and I was told that, for the first time I could teach full time on one campus of Portland Community College (rather than two campuses) and be replaced by a new full-time person on another (effective in September). A third event revolved around a seminar I arranged for those joined with me in developing a foundation for dramatically expanded International Exchange Programs for students and faculty at my institution in the future. Great progress was made which increases my hope that U.S. students may be able to exchange places with Indian students at St. Thomas College within two years (and that other such exchange programs will follow in tandem with this).

Learning Experiences already abound in our lives but can certainly be nurtured to expand to touch more and more others. As relationships grow locally and expand globally, the Gandhian vision I hold dear of one world empowered to heal itself may become a greater reality. The chill of the Cold War has passed and the chilling effects of the War on Terror are being resisted. Many hearts are being warmed by the heroic examples of people demanding greater democracy and human rights throughout North Africa, the Middle East, and elsewhere. Their demands for empowerment and justice should be made ours also. Even as climate change is having many adverse impacts (a springtime here later than ever, tornados in the U.S. Midwest more dangerous than in decades), even our common climate can be positively impacted by cultural change becoming manifest this month. The painful experiences associated with the nuclear power meltdown in Japan, for example, together with a very active Green Movement, has prompted even the Conservative government ruling Germany to declare both a complete phasing out of nuclear power production by 2022 as well as a plan to reduce greenhouse gas emissions by 25% over the same time period!

Who knows but that one or more of the students featured in the photograph above may make a decisive difference in helping this world better realize its peaceful potentials? Long after our soul leaves the body we have been given and our individual names are lost to history, those we touch and they touch will continue to be empowered if the learning experiences we promote are continued. Whether or not the reader shares my faith in a spiritual life after death, surely the rippling effects of relationships can be seen. Jesus, Buddha, Gandhi, Mohammad, St. Francis and many others live on as they are embodied in our imperfect lives. A new spring will come to life on earth and ought we not be willing to nonviolently sacrifice in our lives to bring the warmth of kindness to others? Peace be with us All.

April 2011: Reunions and Relationships

This month`s theme is best reflected in this photo featuring a remarkable person who urged me in college to consider teaching as a profession. Dr. George Ball and I were able to spend an hour together during a reunion weekend celebrating the 40th year of my graduation from Whitman College. No one else visited him that weekend, though he is far from forgotten. It is he that is forgetful, remembering few people (including myself) and many people find that disturbing. He now reminds us of our own mortality.

At age 96, Dr. Ball has been retired for 11 years yet still retains an office on the Whitman campus in Walla Walla, Washington state. A Methodist minister with a Yale University Doctor of Divinity Degree, Dr. Ball came to Whitman in 1961 from Hamlin University where he had served as a Chaplain with a passion for teaching Religion. He has been a role model for both critical thinking and compassionate living for thousands of students over the years. Even now, as he is consciously aware that his memory is fading, he approaches death with a grace that is truly inspiring. ``I remember very little`` he observed at least four times during our visit. ``But it is alright.`` ``I have lived a wonderful life. I have no regrets.`` No regrets? ``We only can do the best we are able at the time. Learn from the pain we may cause others as well as ourselves, and continue to do our best.`` Though his mind may be fading, his heart shines as bright as ever before. Even in the twilight of his life he inspires me to be a better person.

We will all die as our bodies break down and expire. Our fear of that too often limits how lovingly we can live. Dr. Ball both fears no death and lives life as fully as he is able. He teaches us still.

Over 70 of my classmates from 1971 attended the Whitman reunion. Most I did not recognize but for the name tags we wore. Most were successful businesspeople, professionals, or scholars from major universities. With no assistance from me, they collected $200,000 as a class gift to Whitman College. The classmate regarded by most as having attained the highest status had to cancel his attendance, having been summoned out of retirement by Barach Obama to Washington D.C. where he is to be appointed U.S. Ambassador to Afganistan. Ryan Crocker, Ambassador to Iraq under G.W. Bush and friend to General David Patreaus (commander of U.S. forces and soon-to-be Director of the CIA), was to have addressed the reunion. Perhaps there will be a future time when we may share. It may be that his critical thinking still lives in the silence required by his service. For my part, I choose to serve my country through a willingness to be much more openly critical of its policies.

When it comes to seeking advice in matters regarding human relationships and how the United States may best interact with the rest of the world, I would choose Dr. Ball over Barach Obama any day, any place, any time.

Another reunion of sorts this month was with those in the Portland metro area with whom I shall a common commitment to War Tax Resistance. I had not seen most of these folks since my return from all of the Fulbright experiences of last year. We met to first organize, then carry out, a protest and educational event for Tax Day (typically April 15th though the 18th this year). In the morning, I joined in by holding signs on a busy downtown Portland bridge that spans the Willamette River. In the evening, I played moderator for an event involving speakers and the showing of the film ``Death not Taxes``. The point of the film was that while death is certain for us all, voluntarily paying taxes for War is not. We can refuse, as I have done using one strategy or another since 1969. In my comments I encouraged everyone to set aside whatever fears we have of personal loss or what others may say – and just do our best to ``sleep well at night``. I know that if my own actions (or lack of action) is too much at odds with my basic values, I do not sleep well. My conscience affects me. Odd as it may seem, war tax resistance for me has nearly no courage associated with it. It is ultimately and quite primarily about sleep!

Relgious activities this month also contributed to sleep. By this I mean more than the occasional nap that sometimes occurs when a sermon goes too long and lacks inspiring content. Conscience was served as our family volunteered again at the homeless shelter hosted at Ascension Church every 7 weeks. Relationships there, both with those being served and other volunteers, strengthen the fabric of life. Easter services, of course, reinforce the messages that we should love others as we love ourselves. That Jesus died for the sins of those who killed him in his time (the Roman Empire and those collaborating with the empire) I have no doubt. That his last words included his willingness to forgive even those who were killing him, continues to inspire others (including Mohandas Gandhi who blessed his assassin by saying ``He Ram! He Ram!`` Forgiveness truly is divine, as it can heal wounds found deep within ourselves.

Becoming more healed ourselves does not mean that we forget our own past or present pain. In fact, our pain can provide a foundation for us to better appreciate and feel the pain of others. Those who are still homeless, for example, here in Portland, in the wake of the March Tsunami in Japan, from the flooding in Pakistan last August, and the earthquake in Haiti (while we were in India over a year ago) – these homeless ARE related us. We can relate to those that are suffering the abuse of regimes that continue to repress the fundamental rights of people in places like Libya, Syria, Yemen, and Bahrain. We not only relate to those who are homeless or suffering abuse -- but we be with them in the sense that we are all members of one human family. We can be with them in both spirit and in supportive actions that limitations in our time and resources may allow.

In many ways, the Sonnleitner family clearly is joined with the Thomas family in India among many others. On Easter my wife and I recalled our sharing with the Stany Thomas and his family in Kerala. It was as if the explosives of early Easter morning were exploding again, followed by the loudspeaker music, a packed worship service that everyone but the priest believed went too long, and the memorable procession featured in the photo from last year at that time. The remembering of the hospitality they shared with us then is made even more sweet as we look forward to Stany and Shanty Thomas coming to see us beginning next August. Yes. Final approval has been announced of Stany Thomas being granted a Fulbright Award to be at Portland Community College (where I teach) during the Fall of 2011. Already we are planning some of the wonderful experiences we may share with them the. The reunion of our families will be cause for celebration.

Communications with others this month have also boosted our spirits. My sister Dina Patel in India continues her work republishing the Collected Works of Mahatma Gandhi. Alvaro Tacchini`s family in Italy is morning the departure of his mother in law and father in law from this life. Our friend Kathy Kelly has safely returned from leading a delegation of peace activists to Afganistan for three weeks – and was almost immediately arrested upon her return to the U.S. for protesting against the use of predatory drone technology in Pakistan. Mohamed in Egypt is back to work as a night watchman at an hotel in Aswan, wondering what the future may hold for the ongoing changes in his country. Mazin Qumsiyeh in Bethlehem continues to provide insights into the unfolding of events in the occupied West Bank, as well as regarding an apparent reuniting of Fatah and Hamas with a common call for change in Israeli policies which create barriers to peace.

In Portland, this month also saw other peace activities in here Portland, Oregon. Among these was the resurrection of a regional Peace and Conflict Studies (PSCS) Consortium, in a Symposium which I helped organize at Portland Community College. Although only a dozen people representing only three institutions attended, groundwork was laid for a better turnout (from at least 10 educational institutions) next November. Kristine and I were also among a large crowd who heard Jody Williams speak about the activities for which she was awarded a Nobel Peace Prize in 1997. Co-founder of a Campaign to Ban Land Mines, Jody began crafting a treaty and organizing on the internet which mobilized support for an agreement to ban the 1) production, 2) sale, and 3) deployment of land mines anywhere in the world. Efforts begun by her in an apartment while she was unemployed have now resulted in a treaty ratified by over 140 countries – not yet including the United States. Neither G.W. Bush nor Barach Obama have been willing to set aside military justifications for the continued use of land mines, even though future generations of civilians (and especially playing children) continue to be killed and maimed by these weapons long after conflicts have ended.

Looking to lifelong teachers like Dr. George Ball provides insights into building a better world. It is not just what they say, it is how they live. It is about critical thinking, yes – but even more about surrendering to a compassionate heart. It is all about how we manifest our values while relating to others, including those who may be overwhelmed by great hardships that prompt them to angrily act out causing great harm to others.

Jesus knew this as he observed how ``Even as you do unto the least of these my brethren, you do unto me``. Buddha was equally astute when he said ``Hate cannot destroy hate, only love can destroy hate``. Among others in my life, Dr. Ball has modeled these truths. When Barach Obama authorized and oversaw the premeditated killing of Osama Ben Laden on May 1st, these truths were trumped by feelings of revenge and political expediency. May God have mercy upon all who kill others, even if they act with the best of intentions.

March 2011: March Madness!

March Madness in the U.S. refers to the annual playoffs among college basketball teams which eventually, after much speculation in advance involving nationwide gambling, a national champion is crowned. An even greater level of insanity can clearly be seen in the competitions relating to the Cricket World Cup -- with India emerging victorious over its neighbors Pakistan and Sri Lanka.

Better, at least, that civic (and even national) pride be displayed with respect to sports teams than on the battlefield. Sadly, the latter continues to bring sorrow to the families of soldiers in this world. Blood spilled through traditional warfare. when objective analysis clearly suggests more nonviolent options could have been utilized, is often the source of public outrage – as reflected in the featured photograph this month taken in Portland, Oregon, on March 19th to commemorate the U.S. attack on Iraq eight years ago which, by quite conservative estimates, has resulted in over 1 million Iraqis dead.

As over 2,000 rallied in Portland to commemorate the years of war in Iraq, these protesters were concerned as well with ongoing U.S. support of military operations in Afganistan, Palestine, and (starting this same day) in Libya. Protesters pictured here understand not only about how the willingness to kill creates obvious casualties – but how devoting resources to produce death denies resources which protect life, especially for the poor and most vulnerable members of society. If we were to cut our military spending in the U.S. alone by even 20% this year, budget cuts to programs 46 of our states would become quite unnecessary and calls for continued restrictions upon the exercise of civil liberties would almost certainly cease.

So it is that our March Madness this year has had us mesmerized by news coverage of the earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear power plant disasters that have hit Japan as well as other apparently unrelated events that are, in fact related. How much more generous the U.S. have thus far been to the suffering people of Japan if we had fired fewer cruise missiles at Kadafi forces in Libya? (The answer is up to $1 billion during these last two weeks alone…) That $1 billion could also have gone far to close the budget gap in our state of Wisconsin where the governor has not only proposed cuts in workers benefits but has signed into law restrictions upon their future right to even negotiate issues regarding them! This has resulted in thousands protesting in the streets of Wisconsin for 3 weeks in scenes reminiscent of Eqypt in January – demanding regime change in the United States!

A few years from now these comments of mine may superficially seems irrelevant and outdated. Japan will rebuild. Khadafy will fade as a footnote in history. The governor of Wisconsin will likely be recalled or otherwise voted out of office. Ironically, both our generosity and our brutality may share the same fate as we proceed to address new issues in much the same ways. All will mostly be forgotten. Yet even though human memories are often short-lived, the Law of Karma has no such shortcoming: It simply IS. Our actions, both as individuals and as groups, can be counted upon to reap consequences which ripple into the future for better or for worse. Collectively, whether we care to admit it or not, we will reap what we sow….

The month of March witnessed both the stressful end of Winter Term for courses at Portland Community College and the fresh start of new classes for Spring Term. The seasons are reflected in my workplace! Even as we all are impacted by the tilt of the Earth and its rotation around the sun, the law of karma on a small scale impacts us in exam evaluations (for students) and performance evaluations (for faculty) -- all of which have consequences not entirely foreseeable. Rather than watch a basketball gamed one Sunday afternoon, for example, I went to my office to provide a last chance for one student to take a final exam she had missed due to attending a funeral the previous week: My very small sacrifice allowed her to pass the class (by her own performance effort), keep her financial aid, and continue on her career path. Was this action praiseworthy? – I think not. It was my duty. Some might even see it as being a little crazy, but for me it was not even a choice. Aware of what was clearly the right thing to do, had I not done it, I could not have enjoyed the basketball game and might not have even slept well that night.

By far the most pleasant choice made by my wife and I in March could also be seen as somewhat insane. During the week between the end of Winter classes and the beginning of Spring classes, we decided to go see a friend of ours in California. Larry is a Franciscan Priest now serving as Guardian (guy in charge!) of a 200 year old church and retreat complex at San Miguel (St. Michael) Mission. With the help of our daughter, Sonrisa (who we dropped off in San Francisco along the way), we drove 14 hours in one day to San Miguel, stayed 3 nights, and then repeated the 14 hour ordeal home to Portland. As it turned out, the drive time was mostly quite relaxing and provided opportunity for conversation and listening to music! The three nights at the Mission were without TV, computers, or even a functioning electrical outlet -- but complete with frequent religious observances, meals with the friars, and renewed appreciation for the value of personal relationships.

It may be well to remember that the inspiration for Father Larry and other Franciscans is Francis from the city of Assisi (where my wife and I visited last June). That 12th Century Italian saint accepted the Divine Madness which prompts us to show self-sacrificing compassion to others and great love for all of God`s creation. His life of voluntary poverty would certainly be seen as madness by most people today (though not by people like Gandhi or Mother Teresa of Calcutta). A military soldier prior to receiving his visions, Francis remained a soldier of sorts, once walking unarmed into the camp of a Muslim army preparing to battle Christian Crusaders! His nonviolent behavior and his willingness to die for the faith given to him by God both gained the respect of those who would be his enemies and allowed him to leave in peace following his sharing with them. Unwilling to kill others, Francis was willing to give his life on their behalf. Madness? Perhaps a very wonderful madness!

In what may sometimes seem to be an insane world, maybe the question is not whether madness should be ours, but what kind of madness we need to accept and embrace! Some hardships, like Japan`s earthquake and aftermath, can be best weathered with the assistance of others. Other madness, as come in the wake of war, may be better addressed by global indignation relating to its causes and public protesting against the simplistic military means we too often use to change regimes rather than really address root causes of conflict. Blaming workers defending the rights of organized labor for local budget deficits is remarkably superficial. Being called to sacrifice our personal comforts and return in haste to India, as Father Larry was, to perform the last blessing for a loved one can be a great service. I have no doubt that Mother Theresa is eternally grateful for Larry`s sacrifice and blessing.

Have you done anything recently that might be considered crazy by others who you respect? Hopefully! Whether large or small such action, if born of good intentions involving minimal violence to others, can be your contribution towards building a better world. Let us never underestimate the power of kindness – even if it may be described by others as madness. Blessings be unto you.

February 2011: The Whether of our Lives

Pictured here is Vandana Shiva, ecofeminist author and activist, sharing with a large audience last week at Portland Community College (PCC). It is rare that we have a speaker who challenges us to reflect on the whether of our lives: choices confronting humanity (and each of us) at this time in our evolution. She does so by her words and also by her personal example.

Whether or not she would be able to share with my students and others at PCC would be at the whim of the weather! Several days before a severe winter storm was forecast to include up to 4 inches of snow (10 centimeters) with temperatures down to 19 degrees Fahrenheit (-3 C.). The day she spoke the temperatures were down and snow had fallen – and most schools were closed. PCC opened two hours late at 10am (precisely the time she was scheduled to begin)! A second talk later in the day was set for 3-4pm (and yes, more snow closed down facilities by 4pm)! It seems that providence does provide us with learning opportunities. Whether or not we take advantage of them will always remain our choice.

Vandana Shiva`s message can be summarized as follows: Globalization today is a new form of colonialism in which multinational corporations (like Monsanto) seek to control our lives through redefining the Commons as private property from which profits should be enjoyed by the few even at the expense of the many. The Commons includes forests, plants, animals, and water that is produced by nature and now is being patented for production in the name of progress. Without our consent we become test subjects in experiments ranging from genetically modified foods to consumers (of fossil fuels, cosmetics, faster cars, and all manner of unnecessary things) which adversely impact everything from traditional weather patterns, to the increasing gap between rich and poor, to our personal health.

Due to conversations we had had prior to her speaking (as I was moderator for the morning event), Vandana Shiva thoughtfully linked her message to the teachings of Gandhi. Just as Gandhi, in his time, had proposed the spinning wheel in response to global textile production that was disempowering the rural poor of India, now she seeks to develop seed banks in response to the corporate patenting of life which seeks to disempower us all today even as it threatens the precious biodiversity of the planet. It is in this context that she renews Gandhi`s call for Swaraj (self-rule) and Swadeshi (local self-sufficiency) by means of Satyagraha (holding firm to the truth as we see it) and Sarvodaya (constructive programs with the good of all in mind).

As I listened to her, I was reminded of similar talks I was giving throughout the six months of my Fulbright grant in India last year. I was also reminded of how easy it has been to fall back into the comfortable lifestyle patterns my family and I had prior to that experience. Of course there are always degrees of hypocrisy. No one, even Gandhi, has ever remained perfectly in tune with their values. That said, whether or not we seek to reduce the gap between what we believe and how we live (and so reduce the degree of our hypocracies) is left to each of us to decide. Certainly it is easier to point out the shortcomings of others, as well as of entire societies – but our criticisms carry little weight if we exclude ourselves from them. I thank Vandana Shiva for sparking in me a renewed desire to commit to more radical lifestyle changes. Through my communications here, perhaps others may consider whether to make new choices for themselves…

The fires of change continue to burn off past fears throughout much of the Arab world, with the winds of freedom having blown out the autocratic rule of Mubarak in Egypt on February 11th. Now people are demanding change in Libya, Yemen, Bahrain, and elsewhere – with the cost in lives seeming to increase with each falling dictatorship. How far the dominos will fall, we shall see. The current wave of freedom (self-rule, swaraj) may soon seem to recede, but it does wear away at the rocks in our lives in ways that are hard to foresee. Let us proceed forth in the faith that no effort is wasted, no sacrifice is without worth. If we can be true to ourselves as individuals and hold firm to the truth that is ours, over time, others will be impacted and progress will be made towards realizing what Gandhi described as Ram Rajya (the Kingdom of God). Small steps in our lives can cascade into positive global consequences!

On the Sonnleitner home front, changes have also been happening. In a definitely significant first step towards greater self-rule, our youngest daughter Mira has settled into her first living situation free of her parents! Our son Shaman has overcome significant obstacles to personal empowerment by completing his high school diploma! Our nephew, Stephan, departs after over a year of living with us tomorrow when he catches an airplane to Thailand where he will begin several months of solo travel abroad! Our (foster/adopted) daughter Margarita is learning how to cook many traditional Mexican dishes for the first time and even treated us all to a fine meal last night (with an added bonus to me when her one-year old daughter Hanilyn allowed me to pick her up and hold her for the first time)! Last, but not least, the Maldonado Family (close friends to Kristine and I) are all set for improved financial independence as they embark on putting their Mexican cooking skills to work in their own mobile restaurant!

The whether of our lives is clearly affected by weather, socio-political, economic, and other realities that often seem to dictate our choices. Gandhi once said that we may only have as much free will as the deck passenger on an ocean liner. Still, that free will can be used to liberate ourselves and greater empowerment may be achieved. Vandana Shiva`s seed banks help. Overcoming our fears of what others tell us is acceptable can help a lot. Whether our freedom is constrained by the dictators, multinational corporations, social customs that limit our expressions of compassion, or personal fears that may be our most severe barriers – change is possible. We can move about the ocean liner, and even have some say as to the direction it takes. Through the pain that may be inevitable in our lives, at least, let us thoroughly enjoy the opportunities we have to share with one another.

2011 January: Nonviolent Revolutions

The featured photo this month was taken in the Multicultural Center on the Portland Community College Rock Creek Campus where I have taught courses two days each week for 23 years. Inspired by Martin Luther King Jr. (see the mural) and others, these students and I are now coordinating a weekly free speech event series entitled OPEN MIND OPEN MIC (OMOM). In the month just past our events have featured students sharing their experiences relating to how Drug Wars in Mexico have affected their families there, student clubs advertising opportunities for social and educational programming, a birthday celebration of the life of Martin Luther King Jr.. This photo was made just yesterday following an OMOM event focused upon people`s movements now sweeping through the Arab world.

The Jasmine Revolution in Tunisia overthrew an autocratic government which had brutally maintained itself in power there for 23 years. 29 days of surprisingly nonviolent protests, following the self-immolation of a young unemployed man (Mohammad Bouazizi) in December, culminated in a collapse of a government famous for press and internet censorship as well as platitudes of concern for the poor which had resulted in little more than arrests without trial for those who complained. That such a small country of 10 million might inspire others with similar complaints is not very surprising. Now people in Egypt have taken to the streets in earnest, with stirrings of hope also becoming manifest in Algeria, Yemen, Jordan, and even Saudi Arabia. Hope for justice. Hope that empowered people on a mass scale may have better insights into their needs and how to fulfill them than autocratic and paternalistic elites who claim to act on their behalf but are out of touch with their realities.

Gandhi, there should be no doubt, would be pleased. Spontaneous uprisings cannot be expected to exhibit the highly disciplined nonviolence he would most prefer. Yet it is better to act imperfectly than to live in fearful inactivity. The self-esteem central to self-realization (a religious goal) and self-actualization (its secular counterpart) require action. As I commemorated the anniversary of Gandhi`s assassination on January 30th, it warmed my heart to see his spirit resurrected on the streets of Cairo and those who occupied Tahrir Square in spite of the brutality of security forced that had vowed to prevent them from so acting. Since demonstrations in Eqypt began on January 25th, my thoughts have been daily devoted to those who touched our lives as we traveled throughout that country for three weeks last July. At that time, I could sense the atmosphere of severe dissatisfaction as not one person we met had much good to say about the government. Yet fear ruled. When fear is overcome (as is now being revealed) change is inevitable. When true independence and a functional democracy is achieved success is only a matter of time if the activists hold firm. As Gandhi said with regards to the end of British rule in India, it will fall like a ripe fruit.

Gandhi understood that nonviolent revolution has its beginning in our own attitudes. No one can rule us if we rule ourselves. Ultimately the objective is not to simply replace one set of rulers with another – but to rule ourselves (individually and in our communities). This is the Swaraj (self rule) which may bring us glimpses of the Kingdom of God (inspired by the core teachings of each of the world`s religious traditions). For common people like you and I these teachings (seeking Truth, through Nonviolence, with a willingness to Voluntarily Suffer) may be very imperfectly manifest. Still, fulfillment is in the effort. Even what seems like failure in the short term builds toward future success. Sadly, it took years of struggle to affirm the right of those living in the south of Sudan to win decisive victory at the ballot box (opting to create an independent state with over 98% support) this month. Whatever success there may be, it is really not for us to give ourselves credit for what little may be achieved at any point in time. The pride born of egotism is one root of oppressive behaviors! So it is that my greatest praise go to those who risk their lives to build a better world by proclaiming as they do so that GOD IS GREAT (Allah Akbar)!

In our Sonnleitner household, a mostly nonviolent revolution also continues (though it will almost certainly not make international news)! Our youngest daughter (Mira) has moved into an apartment of her own for the first time, with her good friend Naomi (both of whom traveled with my wife and I in India, Italy, and Eqypt last year). Our daughter Sonrisa is progressing well in her university studies, even as our son Shaman is nearly finished with high school requirements and seems more open than ever before to exploring his spirituality. Our daughter Margarita and her family blessed our home with a gathering of about 25 of her (mostly Mexican) friends and in-laws with a party featuring wonderful live music and way too much to eat! Kristine and I gave a talk at Ascension Catholic Church regarding some people who inspired us during our travels last year which raised a little money for some good causes and resulted in an article being written in the conservative Catholic Sentinel newspaper. That the University of Oregon lost a good football game to Auburn (emerging as runner-up to the national championship) was entertaining but of little consequence. Sports definitely can help build both self-esteem and bridges among communities – but it really is not about who wins or loses in the short term, but how we play the game in the present.

Events this month in Tunisia, Sudan, Egypt, and elsewhere highlight the power of nonviolence to build communities of support that may inspire others to more peaceful revolutions. Reflecting back upon the War Resister`s International Conference my wife, son, and I attended in Ahmadabad (India) at this time last year, this months`events were certainly not forecast! Nonviolent activists from all over the world met in the land of Gandhi to give hope to one another, share experiences, and improve their organizational skills. Such people are like farmers for change whose individual and collective efforts reap good crops in unpredictable ways. Those few people at the WRI Conference from Africa may have included only a few from Sudan and Egypt – but those few now find themselves among many calling for greater democracy and respect for human rights.

For those of us currently in safe environments, with adequate food and shelter even when very harsh weather may hit (due to forces unleashed by climate change). It is for us to see ourselves as not separate from the greater suffering of others. It is for us to perform our duties and contribute to the better world of the future which may be largely reaped beyond our lifetimes. Let us support one another as best we can, in spirit, and with such resources as we may share. Father Tom in Tamil Nadu, know that I am thinking of you and your hospice work. My sister Dina, know that your working to republish the entire of the Collected Works of Mahatma Gandhi will have a far-reaching impact. My friend Alvaro, know that as you cope well with the loss of family members, know that those who remain will have stronger relationships than before. Zoughbi Zoughbi in occupied Bethlehem, do not doubt that your efforts to mediate conflicts will bear good fruit. Kathy Kelly, our family friend who is awaiting sentencing for protesting against the use of military drones in Pakistan and Afganistan, know that no prison can silence your message of compassion. My friend Mohamed in Egypt, God be with you as we join you in hope that a new dawn may soon dispel the violence being exposed throughout your country.

All of us are capable of transforming ourselves beyond fear to become the nonviolent revolutionaries needed in this world. May we inspire one another to grow in our willingness to sacrifice for the sake of becoming peacemakers.

2010 December: Reflecting on US

Here is our Christmas photo for 2010: the first picture of the Sonnleitner family in several years. Historic! Left to right are Shaman, Sonrisa, Mira, Kristine, Me (Michael), and Margarita (our former foster daughter, now integral to our family).

Last year at this time Shaman, Sonrisa, Kristine, and I were in India on my Fulbright Grant, preparing to celebrate the New Year in Pala (in Kerala) having just spent Christmas in Chennai (formerly Madras). The flood of these memories includes waves relating to: my first Fulbright lecture at the Madras University where an aggressive member of the audience questioned the relevance of Gandhi; visiting locations where Jesus` apostle Thomas lived and died; shopping amidst the hustle and bustle of the city`s traffic while being confronted with the poverty of many people on the street; and enjoying the simplicity of the only Christmas tree we could find – a 3 inch tall wax candle.

The contrast with this year was stark. Our Christmas tree as a 6 ft. Grand Fir costing $20 (a bargain in the US, but a weeks` wages for a laborer in Kerala). As usual Kristine did most of the shopping while I was over busy completing my Fall Term teaching responsibilities for over 100 students whose final course evaluations had to be done. The pressure of a consumer culture which really values spending over giving and appearances over inner substance hit us harder than usual, partly because our finances are tight. Just as well. Perhaps having to be frugal due to a low bank account may help our family learn to live with less stuff. The challenge to reduce our hypocrisy is greatest when the temptation to conform is most strong. Less money means less temptation, translates to living a little more in line with the spiritual values we often profess. Would Jesus or Gandhi, Buddha or Mohammad be found frantically in a shopping mall searching for last minute presents unneeded by those who would receive them?

Five months after returning to the US from our travels abroad, I have still not returned to a shopping mall. This has less to do with virtue than with the fact that I have trouble enough living a lifestyle modest by cultural standards here. It is good to sleep at night. If my behavior is too inconsistent with my values, sleep is lost. Vegetarianism is the same for me. In my case, eating meat is not an option as sleep would be lost! If sleep is lost, I get really crabby. When crabby no one wants to be around me, including me! There are consequences to all choices we make. I like consequences which bring sound sleep, build relationships, and may fill more stomachs as well as bring laughter more into the world.

When the young Indian questioned the relevance of Gandhi a year ago, my response to him was simply to ask whether or not the Law of Karma remains relevant. It seems clear to me that we (as individuals and as a collective US) can reflect upon how it is that what is sown is reaped. Sooner or later what goes around does come around, yes? Though we may often reap what others have done in the past or how they may be behaving in the present – and so very harmful things can happen to people who might deserve better treatment – we have little control over what others do or do not do.

As Gandhi would say, we have about as much freedom as a person traveling the seas on a crowded ocean liner. Still, we can make choices for ourselves: Shall we live in a first class compartment, on the deck under the stars,or somewhere in between? Gandhi chose the deck and this allowed him to relate better to those for whom the deck was not a choice but the only place they could afford. If we really care about the one billion people living in this world on less than a dollar a day, perhaps we should more sincerely relate to them and be more generous with whatever surplus of our resources that may be shared. While global warming is, no doubt, among the greatest physical challenges facing humankind today, reflection would indicate to me that if we were to better warm our hearts to the needs of others the challenges to be faced would be collectively and effectively addressed.

Students in my classrooms at Portland Community College (PCC) last Fall were in greater pain than has been normal in years past. Many more are needing food stamps to avoid hunger, couches in friendly rooms to avoid homelessness, and flexibility in course deadlines to avoid course failure. Their pain brings more to me as I am aware of how very little I can often do to be helpful. Sometimes we as individuals (and as institutions) feel overwhelmed by this awareness and are tempted to make rigid rules (really protective walls) to protect ourselves from having to be responsible. To do nothing rather than a little, however, is not a moral option.

To give a lot is much better, even if a lot for me seems only a little for you. Jesus described this as the widow`s mite – to give more (time, money, other resources) than it would seem we can afford. When asked what to suggest to commemorate next years` 50th Anniversary of PCC, I responded by proposing a 5 year freeze on any tuition increases! Though neither our Union nor the Administration would seem warm to such an idea, a collective belt-tightening might well help us better relate to those we serve – and warm many hearts in the process….

Besides having all of our children together with Kristine and I for Christmas, my most fond memories of this December include things like getting a friendly email from a former student of mine at St. Thomas College, enjoying a box of chocolate covered cherries (reminding me of my father who left from this world nearly 6 years ago), and Merry Christmas greetings from four moslem friends (two in India, one in Eqypt, and one in Palestine) who were unknown to me at this time last year. One friend (Mazin Qumsiyeh in Palestine) was detained by Israeli military officials after he questioned the authority of soldiers who were in the process of expanding an illegal Jewish settlement in a town near Bethlehem. Through an electronic outcry (via phone and email) from many people (including myself), Mazin`s good karma had him released after only ten hours. This just goes to show that true wealth is found in relationships, not in material possessions which may be lost to governments that abuse their power, or thieves who may break in and steal.

Another small bit of good news may serve to bring you a smile. The Internal Revenue Service has (through some means not understood by me) decided to reduce our family income tax liability from nearly $3,000 (which they were preparing to seize) down to about $60. As military tax resisters who do not wish to finance the U.S Empire or the weapons used to enforce its interests, my wife and I will still refuse to pay the $60. Unexpected expenses this last Fall, however, would have our ability to pay basic bills difficult if the IRS had seized $3,000. See? Sometimes help in challenging times comes from unexpected places: even the IRS!

As surely as 2011 begins tomorrow, my classes at PCC will begin next week. Fond memories are strongly in mind as I reflect upon the many wonderful people from St. Thomas College and Mahatma Gandhi University (in India where I was teaching at this time last year), and others who brought joy to the life of those with whom we shared in 2010. Where are you all now, I wonder? How many of us will still be in this world at this time next year? Let us communicate with one another as best we can for life here can be nasty, brutish, and short (as Thomas Hobbes once wrote). As we hear from one another, and work with one another to carry on, joy can come from the realization that we really are but one big human family.

The future is in our hands, one small life at a time, one day at a time.

In any case, whether we like it or not, the adventure continues!

Happy New Year!

November 2010: of Soap and Stany

It is early morning in the basement of Ascencion Catholic Church. Having arisen from my sleeping bag, I am thinking of Hanilyn (here pictured taking some first steps at her 1st birthday party just a week ago). Hanilyn is our daughter Maggie`s first child. Too cute, yes? Time now to take my first steps of the day also!

Cool and crisp, it is time to turn on the furnace so as to greet homeless guests here with some of the warmth we all need. Once every ten weeks the church hosts up to 15 people: families who have fallen onto hard times due to things like health care costs, unemployment, or other circumstances. To satisfy city codes, someone from the church must stay overnight to handle any emergency that may arise. Last night that was me. Two snoring men, crying children, and the chirping of a smoke alarm (that needs a battery changed) contributed to an unsilent night.

With the new day, all are awaking with surprisingly good spirits. Folks are pleased that soap is available to use in the showers here and are grateful to be able to take a bar with them to the next shelter. They see me typing this and I tell them how, on this day last year, my wife and I were arriving in India. Larry, whose time in prison over 16 years ago continues to handicap his ability to find steady work, tells me that I was really lucky to go to India. Another man interrupts to say how much he liked going to Reno once. A woman observes how nice the bar of soap is compared to the sample sizes they usually make do with. Somehow that soap seems more important now than the glorious experiences of the past year.

The homeless families staying at the church enjoyed a Turkey dinner 2 nights ago, a tradition for the holiday of Thanksgiving. Kristine stayed over that night, after having worked all day preparing a similar meal for 14 who came to our home. In the U.S. Thanksgiving is a time to share a feast with friends and family while being mindful of all we have to be grateful for. Our children Sonrisa, Shaman, and Mira were all there, together our foster daughter Maggie`s family, our friends Gil & Adriana with their boys, and one of my students from Portland Community College who has no family nearby. The three pre-teen boys loudly played Fooseball in our basement and were crazy happy when Shaman distributed his old Pokeman cards among them as a gift.

It is good to take time to be thankful, whether it is for a dream trip to India or a bar of soap today. Sonrisa now has advanced Junior standing at Portland State University and has declared a Sociology major with an Environmental Studies Minor. Shaman is working part time and is hatching a plan that will include future studies at Portland Community College. Mira has full time employment and still loves making music as a skilled base guitar player. Gil is successfully recovering from gall bladder surgery and yes, his kids love their Pokeman cards almost as much as Maggie loves her new life as a mother!

What a remarkable year it has been! Exactly one year ago Kristine and I arrived in India to begin the Fulbright adventure. First a night in Mumbai, then the arrival in Kochi to be greeted by our future lifelong friend Stany. By the end of that second day, we would be in Pala and preparing to furnish our apartment and to meet my colleagues at St. Thomas College. It now seems both so recent, and yet like a former life away....

Over the next nine months, regular end-of-month entries will serve to both reflect upon the activities of a year ago as well as update people we met abroad with more current news. What follows is a sampling of news highlights from November:

This month has been full of activity, not the least of which involved many communications with Stany by email and by phone. He has been selected by USIEF (United States India Education Foundation) as a nominee for a Fulbright-Nehru award that will take him from India to teach courses at Portland Community College (PCC) for 4 months beginning in September of 2011. Originally we had hoped that he might come as early as a month from now, but the wheels of bureaucracy move almost as slowly for him as they did for me. Final notification should be communicated from Washington D.C. in early March. Perhaps it is for the best, he will be an honored guest as PCC begins its 50th Anniversary celebrations next Fall.

Much of my activities beyond the classroom in November have been devoted either to meetings or to speakings! Meetings relating to the Portland Metro Green Party, Peace and Justice Works, Just Skills Seminars at Ascension Church, PCC Peace and Conflict Studies, and the Internationalization Steering Committee at PCC, have been productive but somewhat exhausting. Speaking engagements have included four solo presentations (one on Palestine, two on India, and one relating to China & India) and chairing three panel discussions (on Teaching Peace in the 21st Century`): a total of 7 events in 10 days!

It is a challenge to balance what it asked of us and the energy we may have to fulfill basic obligations. Jesus tells us that we should give our widow`s mite (if even a small donation of time or money, but enough so as to be felt as a sacrifice). But when is enough enough? In this world, in our country, in our community -- the needs are so great and our enough is usually not so.

One step at a time, yes Hanilyn?

October 2010: Trick or Treat?

One of the favorite holidays in the U.S. is Halloween, known as All Saints Day (in the Catholic Church) but secularized to be suitable for all to celebrate on October 31st. Pictured here (right to left) is our foster daughter Margarita, with baby Hanilyn, stepson Reynaldo, and husband Reynaldo Sr.. They are having fun dressed up as a leprechaun, a butterfly, a policeman, and a vampire: For people beyond the U.S., it must surely seem odd that even adults may like to dress up in an odd way and go out to ``trick or treat`` with their costumed children. The kids really like this custom as asking for a ``treat`` at the door of many homes eventually fills their bags full of candy! Older children especially may deliver a ``trick`` to those who are not generous, usually involving some kind of harmless prank.

Because I am a little late in writing this, the November 2nd elections have also just transpired. To use the trick or treat metaphor, some are still trying to figure out whether the results were more of a trick or treat – though few who feel it to be a trick consider it to be harmless. The Republican Party has emerged victorious in capturing majorities in the U.S. House of Representatives as well as in Governorships and State Legislatures. In Oregon, a Democrat was narrowly elected Governor (chief executive of the state) but is faced with a legislature that is evenly divided in one chamber and has a narrow 16-14 Democrat advantage in the other. So it is that both at the national level and in our state of Oregon, much partisan conflict can be expected as President Obama and our Governor Kitzhaber struggle to address the economic and other issues requiring action.

If this sounds more trick than treat, one should consider how few people either participate in Halloween or Elections! Over half of the homes in our neighborhood did not welcome the children in their quest for candy! Well over half of voters also did not vote! Nationally, only 38.2% of the Voting Age Population (VAP) voted, with Oregon being the third highest in turnout at 52.6%. While there are many complex reasons for this correlation between Halloween and Elections, I would say a key element is the decline of a cultural sense of community – with the most important factor contributing to that decline being summed up in one word: FEAR.

A cancer of fear has long been growing globally, only to be further nurtured by 9/11 and the War on Terror. Most people lock their doors and do not socialize much with their neighbors. Nations restrict their immigration, and seem most interested in other countries when there is a strategic advantage to be had or an economic market to be exploited. In these financial hard times, charitable giving is in decline even as the needs of poor people at home and abroad are increasing. Is this the sort of world that will warm our hearts and bring us more fulfillment?

During this past month, we have had bicycles stolen from our home on two occasions, with the first theft prompting us to lock the garage – and yet the second theft happened anyway! Is locking our doors (and often our hearts) even effective in providing the security we may need? Gandhi would suggest otherwise – and would not Buddha, Jesus, and Mohammad agree with him? Fear (the destroyer of community) is ultimately rooted in our attachment to material things (including our own bodies). It is an indication of our lack of faith in that which can neither be stolen nor harmed in any way: our soul. Death comes to us all in due time, and our bicycles will be lost to old age and rust in their due time also. Such security as we may have in this life will not come to us from better locks and more powerful militaries. It can come from the willingness to sacrifice (tapas) for the sake of loving others (ahimsa), which will help us build community (by manner of degree, the Kingdom of God), as we seek the truth (Sat) which may set us free of all fear.

Dear reader, please forgive my verbal venting. Stating what is in my heart sure feels good. I do not want to live a life that reinforces fear in this world. Why cannot the citizens of India and Pakistan see one another as members of the same human family and embrace? Why must a million poor people in Haiti still be living in tents ten months after their horrible earthquake, while the U.S. remains preoccupied with maintaining a middle class lifestyle? Fear of losing what we have (Kashmir?), fear of not enjoying our Kashmir sweaters? fear, fear, and more fear?
This month of October had good signs that fear can be overcome and community can be strengthened. A friend of our family, Mary Margaret, married for the first time (beyond her 50th birthday) and the celebration of her love for Patrick (also older) brought many people to our city of Portland who had not seen one another for a great many years. One such friend stayed at our home, six joined us for a wonderful dinner at a nearby Indian restaurant, and many more danced into the night at the wedding reception. A fine time was had by all, including such social introverts as myself! Definitely treats trumped tricks on that weekend!

Other good signs could be seen in my Portland Community College classrooms where students in two of my four classes received a ``D`` average evaluation on their first exams (with the other two classes not much better with ``C`` average grades). Though some may still feel tricked by my demanding expectations (though my standards are advertised in advance), students in every class have clearly grown closer in community as they are studying together and helping one another learn. When their second mid-term exams begin next week, I fully expect they (and I) will be treated to much improved performances! As we overcome our fears (regarding learning and expressing ourselves) sad experiences (tricks) can be transformed to feelings as sweet as candy (treats)!

Other highlights of October would certainly include our celebration of my wife`s birthday (including Kris and I driving the two hours to the Pacific Ocean for lunch), our daughter Sonrisa progressing well in her studies, daughter Mira earning money so as to enjoy her own apartment by December, and our son Shaman providing a positive attitude and much assistance in helping around the house. There was also an uplifting march to end the wars in Iraq and Afganistan (as well as the occupation of Palestine) which, though pelted by rain, still built community among those who were cold and wet. Little actions, small steps forward, communicating how we care about one another: no act of love is without good consequences.

To all who read this months` entry, Peace Be With You. Let us continue to hold one another in our hearts no matter how great the physical distance may be between us. Let us not fear for the future, but rather build community in the present which may provide us all a better future! When we are asked ``Trick or Treat``? let us have fun regardless of the response!

September 2010: A New Academic Year

Looking back on the month of September, the blur of activity includes the beginning of a new academic year at Portland Community College (PCC). Pictured here are some of the more than 2,000 employees as we attended meetings to prepare us for classes.

Influenced by the sluggish US economy, enrollments at PCC have increased dramatically to a total expected headcount exceeding 90,000 students on our four campuses, additional centers and affiliated institutions. Classroom space and parking is hard-pressed to accommodate such numbers and construction plans are moving forward to relieve the stress in future years. Due to severe budget restraints being faced by our primary source of income (the State of Oregon), serving students in the short term means relying more heavily on part-time instructors (who are paid less and with fewer benefits). In turn, this puts more pressure upon full-time faculty like me to be on committees and fulfill needs (like office hours) for which part-time instructors receive no compensation. To maintain high academic standards in this context is a challenge that can be met well only with sacrifice. As health care costs have increased this past year, for example, many of us now are working more hours -- for less pay.

My full-time teaching load now involves a total of 125 students enrolled in two sections of ``US Government: Institutions and Processes`` and two sections of ``Peace and Conflict``, with one of each of these courses taught at the PCC Cascade Campus and the others at the PCC Rock Creek Campus (18 miles/29km away). Thankfully, I am often able to ride my bicycle to the Cascade Campus (Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays) as I live only about 7.5 miles/12 km away. Traveling to the Rock Creek Campus from my home requires use of a car (the only other option involving bus travel taking about 4 hours per day on Tuesdays and Thursdays).

The last week of September reflects how busy my school duties may keep me. In addition to my normal 16 hours of classroom teaching (on two campuses), I gave 4 hour-long presentations regarding my Fulbright experiences (on three campuses), and attended a total of six meetings (on three campuses). Preparing for classes and undertaking other responsibilities associated with teaching added to a total work week of at least 50 hours. The meetings involved topics including issues relating to student exchange programs, mediating a dispute between student government leaders and college administrators, setting up weekly public events in a Free Speech Forum, clarifying courses to be taught during Winter and Spring, as well as helping to lay the foundation for a visit by Vandana Shiva in February. BUSY? Maybe too much so.

My wife Kristine is keeping very busy with our household that still has my son Shaman and daughter Mira at home, together with their cousin Stephan and Mira`s good friend Naomi. Kristine is also participating in a course of training to prepare her to help others with Spiritual Direction and is enrolled in a seminar at Ascension Catholic Church which seeks to build organizational skills relevant to addressing issues of injustice. Hopefully her training and skills will help her resolve the conflicts we experience even at home!!

It seems that there are few dull moments on the home front. All three of our daughters have had birthdays celebrated (simply/cheaply) in September: Mira turned 20, Sonrisa 26, and our foster-daughter Margarita celebrated number 27. Our clothes dryer broke down and was replaced by another which required an extension of our gas line to be completed. Then the dishwasher died and I installed another that was (thankfully) on sale. These expenditures have challenged our bank account even as our household income has declined from last year due to increased health care premiums deducted from my paycheck. As a family we exercise care in these tight times (over 10% unemployment in Oregon): and two of our adult children remain unemployed.

For those of us insufficiently practicing voluntary simplicity, these economic times may force an involuntary simplicity which can be a blessing. Too many middle-class people (and we are among them) show less empathy towards the plight of others due to their being too comfortable to share their pain. As Kristine and I volunteered at a homeless shelter this month, I think we are reminded that our family is also but one job loss or a major medical bill away from joining many of the families there. Had we been born Pakistani, we might well be among the nearly 20 million people there who are homeless due to monsoons last summer. If we were living in Israeli-occupied Palestine, we would still be faced with the injustice of water rationing and other indignities.

Let us remind one another of our common humanity. Let us always give as much as we are able of our resources and time – that others may have the basics of life and hope in a better future. Rather than just thank God for our blessings, let us consider how we may freely share with others as much as we can – and then a little more. Is that not what Jesus would want? As well as Buddha, Mohammad, Gandhi, and others who we may recognize as worthy messengers of peace?

With the beginning of a new academic year I will complete this month`s message to those interested in following my blog at: apinchofsalt-sonnleitner.blogspot.com As my thoughts turn to the many people at St. Thomas College in Pala (Kerala, India) who have touched our lives: know you are remembered now and always. When you begin your morning with a song based on Cardinal Newman`s poem, I translate it into English from Malayalam:

Lead kindly light,
Amidst the encircling gloom.
Lead thou me on.
I was not always thus,
Nor prayed that thou should lead me on.
I loved the garish day and, in spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years.
Long thy power has blessed me.
So shall it still, lead me on.
Over moor and fen, over crag and torrent
Until those angel faces smile,
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

August , 2010: Home to US

Even as this Blog was first intended to communicate experiences traveling beyond the U.S. to those in the U.S. wanting to know about them, it seems good that it now may serve as a means of communicating experiences in the U.S. to those beyond its borders who may want to follow life as it unfolds here. To the many who have touched our lives during the 35 weeks which precede this entry, this Blog will now shift its intent to sharing with them (each month, not each week).

The featured photo this week is of our home, located at 1037 S.E. 80th Ave., Portland, Oregon, 97215-3010 U.S.A.. Currently four of five Sonnleitners live here: Kristine (wife), Shaman (son), Mira (daughter), and myself (Michael). This month saw daughter Sonrisa and her boyfriend Arron move out and into their own apartment. Also now residing here are Chris (son`s friend), Naomi (Mira`s friend), and Stefan (nephew). This full house also enjoyed guests this month from Oakland, California (Ian) and Copenhagen, Denmark (Karoline). Mira and Naomi had stayed a few days with Caroline while traveling in Europe! Let all friends find hospitality here whenever they visit this part of the world!

Those following previous Blog entries may be interested to know that Mira and Naomi arrived home to Oregon on August 2nd, with Kristine and I arriving (as planned) on August 8th (after spending a week in the Chicago area visiting her family and friends). In Chicago we stayed with Kris` mother (Pat), overworking her aging washer and dryer with our dirty clothing, causing mechanical failure! (Perhaps we should continue the practice of hand washing and air drying, as we had our dryer break down also in Portland within a week of our return!). In Chicago we shared quality time with 2 (out of 4) of Kris` brothers, 3 (out of 5) of Kris` sisters (plus their families), as well as with 6 Uptown friends hosted by her former roommate, Sr. Joellen McCarthy and 7 others arranged by Kris` spiritual companion, Rose Amberg. BUSY!

Upon arriving in Portland, the marathon continued. It took a solid week to unpack and feel settled back into our family home. Having been gone for over eight months, it is not surprising that we still have not found items that may have been lost or otherwise still in hiding. Another week was needed to become accustomed to driving an automobile again (with our van breaking down three times, requiring $480 in repairs)! One of the breakdowns literally involved the breaks failing (while I was driving alone on Friday the 13th!) -- with creative use of emergency break and downshifting managing to narrowly avoid a collision. Grateful to remain alive, I was also pleased to be able to spend seven hours picking 115 lbs (about 50kg) of blueberries -- which have been frozen to help supply us with fruit until next year. During the last week of August we were able to share with our adopted daughter Margarita, who returned with her baby and stepson from a month in Mexico where she met her husband`s family for the first time.

Remember our first Blog entry (Week 1 last November)? I was there pictured holding my newborn grand daughter, Hanelynn: Now she is 9 months old!

Taking time to share with our many friends at Ascencion Catholic Church (including two birthday parties for children of families we are especially close to), Kris` sister Maria and her family, as well as several faculty, staff, and former students associated with my work at Portland Community College also added to a social life which seems more active than when we departed for the Fulbright adventure abroad. All this activity may well have eased our culture-shock upon returning.

Speaking only for myself, I am reminded of the feelings that were mine upon returning from India after my first 6 month visit in 1971-72. If anything, the materialism so abundantly visible in the U.S. then is even more pronounced now. Having been quite happy with basic needs being satisfied during these months of traveling out of a backpack and suitcase, I am reminded of the proliferation of wants (as distinct from needs) which rules many lives in this country. Shopping in a supermarket here reflects the comfort most people take for granted -- and the choice of an entire aisle full of breakfast cereals! Cannot 2-3 of the healthier types suffice? Instead, we have sugar and cocoa most everything -- and wonder why we get overweight and have diabetes running rampant! For now I will not venture into a shopping mall: the experience would be unnecessarily depressing.

As one means of coping with my feelings, I have decided to join Muslims who are fasting during the month of Ramadan. Mohammad`s original idea was to promote empathy with the poor by taking no food nor liquids while the sun shines for 30 days. It was a fine idea, which can also help remind us of the difference between needs and wants. As we watch news of the continuing impact of monsoon flooding in Pakistan, for example, accepting a little discomfort ourselves (and making a donation to help some of the over 20 million people affected) would seem a good thing. It is in this context that I have appealed to several friends in India and elsewhere to respond with generosity: Are we not all one human family? Why should be allow national boundaries (or even historic animosities) to divide us? What would Gandhi do? Jesus do? Buddha do? Mohammed do? Pious words mean little without action.

It is in this frame of mind that the task of filing my tax returns was undertaken. Postponed by filing an extension while I was in India, I was greeted by yet another IRS letter threatening seizure due to my past patterns of civil disobedience. This time I was told they would demand $2,600 from my 2009 tax obligation – even though the 2009 tax returned had not been filed! A pre-emptive first strike on me as a military tax non-payer (ha)! According to my calculations, their math was $1,800 to high. No doubt this disagreement over my duties as a citizen will provide fuel for much correspondence. For my part, such disagreement is of as little importance as whether or not you agree or disagree with my tax resistance: the main issue is one of conscience. To kill, threaten death, or prepare to harm others are actions I intend to support as little as possible. Refusing to cooperate with unjust laws is only a small consequence of trying to build a foundation of peace for the human family. What do you think?

In the months to come, I hope to hear from many of you. Please feel free to comment on this Blog site: apinchofsalt-sonnleitner.blogspot.com You may also write directly to my personal email at: soulom2u@gmail.com My responses will be as time allows.