22 March 2006 - 10:00am

Wednesday, March 22 at 7pm

Mermaid Meat - The Secret to Immortality

An enchanted evening of ethnic jazz, performance art, dance, and story. Directed by OBIE Award Winner! Jael Weisman.

The haunting eloquence of Brenda Wong Aoki (storyteller), Gagaku Master Togi Suenobu (hichiriki & chant), Asian jazz pioneer Mark Izu (bass & sheng), Janet Koike (taiko), and 12 year old Kai Kane Aoki Izu (dance & percussion). Includes mature themes & erotic content not recommended for children under 10.

Kauai Community College Performing Arts Center
Lihue, Kauai
ticket info: 245-2733

Saturday, March 25 at 7:30 pm
University of Hawaii-Hilo Theatre
Hilo, Hawaii
ticket info: 974-7310



Right Brain Rites Won't Meet

An update from Michaella Mintchef:

I facilitate Poets Without Borders writer's group and their various events. Our ongoing writing workshop Right Brain Rites meets every Wednesday from 5:30 pm to 7:30 pm at the Aloha Center, Nawili Wili. From time to time, as the need arises, we have Left Brain Lounges, where there is almost no writing but a lot of discussion, feedback analysis etc. From time to time we also organize open mikes. So maybe we can replace the notice with the following:

In February Poets Without Borders writing group (which will celebrate its 10th anniversary this coming June) resumed its ongoing workshop Right Brain Rites.

Presently it meets Wednesdays from 5;30 to 7;30 at the Aloha Center (unless otherwise announced).

Aspiring members please contact facilitator Michaella
phone: (808) 246-6168

Left Brain Lounges and Open Mike events also open for consideration.

Wanted: volunteer to help Michaella organize an April Open Mike event in celebration of National Poetry Month.

Note from Michaella Mintchef: Just to let you know that this Wednesday again Right Brain Rites will not meet.

This is so we can attend Mermaid Meat at KCC at 7 pm

It -looks like a wild performance and we can not miss it.

To hold you over 'till we meet again:

20 March 2006 - 11:00am

an illustration of a right brain bias

posted by Ann OShaughnessy on 4 Feb 2006 Heron Dance Journal/blog

I have been thinking about these words from Mary Oliver a lot lately. Thank you to the wild soul who sent them to me quite a while ago.

"Athletes take care of their bodies. Writers must similarly take care of the sensibility that houses the possibility of poems. There is nourishment in books, other art, history, philosophies – in holiness and in mirth. It is in honest hands-on labor also; I don’t mean to indicate a preference for the scholarly life. And it is in the green world – among people, and animals, and trees for that matter, if one genuinely cares about trees. A mind that is lively and inquiring, compassionate, curious, angry, full of music, full of feeling, is a mind full of possible poetry. Poetry is a life-cherishing force. And it requires a vision – a faith, to use an old- fashioned term. Yes, indeed. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry. Yes, indeed."
Mary Oliver

And a few poems that inspire me.
He told me that once
he forgot himself & his
heart opened up like a
door with a loose latch
& everything fell out &
he tried for days to put
it all back in the proper
order, but finally he
gave up & left it there
in a pile & loved
everything equally.
Brian Andreas (

This one from Marianne Williamson. I am not traditionally religious, but this is a good prayer, no matter what or who you beleive in.
Dear God,
Please bring us big life and big love, deep life and deep love.
We wish to show up now with pure and noble hearts that we might
midwife the perfection in each other.
May we see each other’s greatness and invoke each other’s light.
We surrender all the ways, both those we are aware of
and those that remain unconscious,
in which we block our love for each other.
We surrender our defenses.
We are ready to bring forth
the holiest vibrations of love and healing between us.
Where we are afraid to love,
where we have built walls in front of our hearts,
may we be healed and set free.
Where we are needy or do not know how to behave,
or tend to control or to judge
or to fix or be dishonest,
Please, dear God,
Show us another way.
We surrender ourselves to love.
We surrender our love to You.
May it serve Your purposes.
May it receive Your blessing and carry Your power.
May we never forsake each other.
Thank You very much.
Marianne Williamson
And this one:
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Derek Walcott

The very things we wish to avoid, neglect, and flee from turn out to be the “prima materia’ from which all real growth comes.
-Andrew Harvey

The Buddhist tradition has a lovely concept of friendship, the notion of the Kalyana-mitra, the “noble friend.” YourKalyana-mitra, your noble friend, will not accept pretension but will gently and very firmly confront you with your own blindness. No one can see his whole life totally. As there is a blind spot in the retina of the human eye, there is also in the soul a blind side where you are not able to see. Therefore you must depend on the one you love to see for you what you cannot see for yourself. Your Kalyana-mitra complements your vision in a kind and critical way. Such friendship is creative and critical; it is willing to negotiate awkward and uneven territories of contradiction and woundedness.
- John O'Donohue, from Anam Cara

You can never love another person unless you are equally involved in the beautiful but difficult spiritual work of learning to love yourself. There is within each of us, at the soul level, an enriching fountain of love. In other words, you do not have to go outside yourself to know what love is. This is not selfishness, and it is not narcissism: they are negative obsessions with the need to be loved. Rather this is the wellspring of love within the heart. Through their need for love, people who lead solitary lives often stumble upon this great fountain. They learn to whisper awake the deep well of love within. This is not a question of forcing yourself to love yourself. It is more a question of exercising reserve, of inviting the wellspring of love that is, after all, your deepest nature to flow through your life. When this happens, the ground that has hardened within you grows soft again. Through a lack of love everything hardens. There is nothing as lonely in the world as that which has hardened or grown cold. Bitterness and coldness are the ultimate defeat.
- John O'Donohue, from Anam Cara



Honesty is a gold mine

Only in solitude can you discover a sense of your own beauty. The beauty is frequently concealed behind the dull façade of routine. … In the neglected crevices and corners of your evaded solitde, you will find the treasure that you have always sought elsewhere. Ezra Pound said something similar about beauty: Beauty likes to keep away from the public glare.

But solitude isn't and end in itself. We all know people who are the picture of Buddhist enlightenment at the retreat center who scream with rage at the car that cut them off on the way home.

Which brings me back to honesty. I don't think we can learn what we need to learn without someone telling us what they see. The ego or personality is just too strong to let us clearly see ourselves. The ego is very self-protective, because it is certain it knows what you need. But if you follow it blindly, it will create a life for you that is filled with ego-crutches: husbands and friends that never disagree with you, work that is secure, pastimes that are socially acceptable. It sounds good, but it is soul-sapping. Meeting a person who is loving and honest is a gold mine.
In celebration of love,

Ann OShaughnessy


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