Monday, September 29, 2008

Hotel Rwanda

Hotel Rwanda, directed in by Terry George in 2004, weighed heavy on my western influenced mind. It was made 10 years after the massacre in Rwanda that occured in 1994 leaving between 800,000-1,000,000 dead in just 3 months. I recall hearing about what was going on in Rwanda in 1994, but it was not highly publicized or widely discussed like, say, upcoming elections! However, awareness of this should be on a greater scale because the genocide is an extreme consequence of prejudice and resentment. The movie showed the extremes of Rwanda to be extremely poor with crowded streets and living conditions contrasted by a power hungry elite (the guy who is harboring machetes whom Paul bribes with a cuban cigar for future favors), and scotch bribed corrupt colonels. Interestingly, "Hotel Rwanda" is primarily set around the Mille Collines, a Belgium owned four star hotel catering to the wealthy and predominately European white clientele. I found it disconcertingly revealing when the massacre ensued after the Hutu Rwandan President, Juvenal Habyarimana, was murdered, the Europeans were the first to be evacuated from Rwanda. The film emphasizes this point. The American cameraman, played by Joanquin Phoenix, is so ashamed, and doesn't want the bellman to even hold the umbrella over his head in the rain as he boards the bus. This shows that even the Africans have come to view European or American (white) people as more important. Later on when the Hutu extremist militia comes to the Mille Collines and demands to see a guest list, he angrily protests, "All the Europeans have left." I got the distinct impression from this scene (and because of European influence since the Belgians aquired Rwanda in 1916) that Africans are simply not valued as much as Europeans and Americans. The white folk were evacuated and everyone else, especially the "Tutsi cockroaches" were left behind to perish in the bloody massacre.



It is shocking and amazing to me how the UN had very few soldiers--less than 300 for the whole country. Paul points out in the movie that the only thing keeping them is alive is that they are on Belgian property. Paul is able to use his connection to the parent hotel the Sabena to his advantage to be able to house the 1200 refugees. In spite of the ethnic war between the Tutsis and the Hutus, I could not see much difference between the two cultures. They speak the same language, have strong family values, and intermarry. In fact, Paul is Hutu and his wife Tatiana is Tutsi. The Belgians a long time ago referred to the Tutsis as tall and elegant and superior to the Hutus, and favored them. For years the Hutus and Tutsis have been at war and the power has shifted several times between these two groups. I believe this would have never happened if control by the Belgians would have never taken place. Even after Rwanda was independent, the roots of destruction had already taken a strong hold.



It is also significant that Americans can hear about the horrors of Rwanda and go on "eating their dinners." In fact, the UN never declared this situation in Rwanda genocide, which would have allowed for more intervention. Supposedly Clinton apologized in 1998 for not taking more responsibility for helping. Colin Powell acknowledged the genocide taking place in Darfur, but only a force of 800 troups have been dispatched as peace keepers and cannot open fire except in self defense. This movie is a poignantly revealing of what is happening all over the continent in the 21st century, perhaps threatening to exterminate traditional African culture altogether. I hope the next president of the US will maybe place more importance on human rights rather than emphasize deploying more troups to Iraq.



I think the movie showed some elements of what remains of African culture, as evidenced in the poolside dance and the Hutu shirts and turbans worn by the Hutus. However, the point of the movie is to depict what is really going on and to increase the awareness of this. The bodies covering the road as Paul drives the hotel van over them and showing the Tutsis getting slashed by machetes and the forshadowing of the machetes falling out of the beer crate in the beginning of the movie depict to a small degree of how horrific those 3 months really were. I cried the whole way through the movie because of the horror and because of how moved I was by Paul's bravery and smarts in saving 12oo. It is an example of how the desire for control and power can perpetuate to hate and finally undignified bloodshed. The seeds for this destruction were planted a long time ago when the European domination occured decades ago.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Early experiences of Dance

One of the reasons why music is the artery that runs throughout humanity is because it is in our souls and dna. Since we have to have it to survive, thankfully it is ubiquitous. I look back as far as I remember, all the way back to being a toddler, and realize this is soooo true. I remember moving and grooving all the way back to Feb 14, 1969, when I danced around the house in my Valentines panties! Although I can't remember the specific music, I know that I felt free and joyful in those moments. Another experience I recall later on occured in my second grade class. I had a aware and cool teacher who routinely played music for us and let us dance any way our bodies wished. The music was pop and didn't have alot of drum rythms, but I was clearly trying to find a beat. I bounced up and down and shook my head, which almost looked punk rock, like I was doing the pogo. This amused my classmates and they laughed at the radical way I was expressing myself. Something was missing and I was attempting to fill in the void, though I wasn't aware of this at the time. I was responding to modern percussion instead of deep rooted earth rhythms. I remember this particular teacher had a very different energy about her and was unique because she recognized the deeply rooted human need to dance. Sometime that year I look tap. I was pretty bored with it. It was too structured and was focused on the feet mostly, and the hips had to stay stationary. I remember not feeling very excited about going to my recital. I guess there wasn't enough freedome of movement. That same year, my best friend and I were in her room and she played records and to her amazement I danced and she looked at me strangely and said "Don't Dance." She had a warning look in her eye. I didn't understand it at the time, but now looking back, she must have been influenced by the overly judgemental religious fever of the deep south that forbade dancing! I remember the movie "Footloose" coming out a few years later and totally related to it. I was always a heathen in the respect that I continued to dance on anyway, whether it was at the school dance, in my room at home, or while riding in the car. I also remember having slumber parties in the '80's about the time Flashdance came out and my friends and I swore up and down we would all move to NY and do the modern dance thing. We stretched, did cartwheels, and wore our leg warmers along with the dancing in our basements. This was much better than the school dances because we could move anyway we wanted. About the same time aerobic dance and jazzercise was on the scene and gym class consisted of this but not as free, of course. I still dance all the time, whether I am alone at home, or in the car, or out somewhere experiencing live music. I am definitely the one you will see on the road jamming in the car, especially bobbing my head. I also have an invisible drum set and air guitar available for use. I will also tone it down to a sutle groove using my core (dantien) to generate a subtle movement of the hips and shoulders, where no one can tell I am dancing on the road!!!

I think of Mama Africa as a Continent, as one whole. There are different countries within the continent, of course. When I think of Africa, I think of the diversity of the creatures and the many terrains. I see beautiful prides of lions, antelopes, bison, primates of all sorts, Gorillas in th mist, trees with leopards eating their prey, huge vultures, etc. I see many glorious colors of costumes, gorgeous women and men wearing elaborate dress. I see many and varied masks representing spiritual entities and animals. There are different types of drums, with unique tones, voices , and sizes. I see Pygmies, Bushmen, and Modern Man alike. I think I should visit sometime.

Friday, September 19, 2008

random musings of cultural awareness

Just to get some wheels turning, I wanted to take a little time to express some random thoughts flowing thru my mind before they disintegrate into the great beyound. I have had some cool realizations this am, and in a way that's a good thing, because I am truly questioning myself and holding myself accountable for sometimes being closed minded as I was earlier in my life conditioned to do. I was basically raised in the a small town of southern culture and never felt quite comfortable with the racism and ethnocentricism that was silently imposed on me by my immediate family and peers. There was always a mask of southern hospitality and being nice that covered up really what was thought or meant in conversations. The world was hence set up for me as a youngster as a conflict between what was verbalized with an incongruency in what was really meant. I could always sense something was not quite right and it was difficult to remain in the truth of what I perceived in conflict to what was being imposed on me by society. I was taught the golden rule while I witnessed the utmost hypocrisy. In spite of all of that, however, I always had a strong interest in people who looked different and acted different than myself, and embraced it as a child. I lived in a neighborhood that was increasingly becoming "more ethnic", according to my parents ,and they decided to move. I was enjoying my African American friend next door and curious about the Indian family that lived down the street about the time this decision took place. I remember feeling bewilderd and confused. Although this was a horrible thing at the time, I knew one day I would live a different reality. Ed Hall is really dead on when he talks about how we can only see our own culture in comparison to other cultures.




In my experience over the last five years as a energy and bodyworker, I have been into eastern thought pertaining to philosophy and medicine. There are two main differences between Chinese and Western allopathic medicine. The Chinese look at the mind body and spirit as one whole, whereas Western medicine has had a tendency to compartmentalize the mind body and spirit as well as the organ systems of the body. For example, if you go to an acupuncturist for treatment for stomach problems, you will not be prescribed a pill to control the acidity but rather your whole body will be treated, because all the organs "communicate" and influence each other and if one organ is unhappy it will affect the function of other organs. So, if the energy (refered to as Chi) is not flowing freely thru one organ, it is in effect "blocked", the other organs are in a Chi deficit because the other organ system is holding up the chi. Thus, the energy is not freely flowing and available throughout the body.


Even though I have been aware of the need to look at the whole big picture, I see that I still at times revert back to my western roots that have been ingrained deeply in me. Ed Hall mentions at the end of The Hidden Dimension that "You can't shed culture...no matter how hard a man tries it is impossible for him to divert himself of his own culture, for it has penetrated to the roots of his nervous system and determines how he perceives the world." It is apparently outside of our voluntary control--uughh! I recently observed this tendency in myself when I compartmentalized art. I was frustrated with reading Ellen Dissanayake's book What is Art For? because I was expecting to read about the A word (" Art"), not Anthropology. What I did not immediately recognize is that Anthropology is the roots and basis for the evolution of humanity and thus art. As Westerners, there is a tendency to want immediate answers and immediate results. I was looking for a direct explanation of Art not a achaelogical dig! However, I am aware that I am learning still to trust the process of coming to a greater understanding of all that is takes a long long time, perhaps several lifetimes! The Chinese value life long learning and are not in any hurry to master anything immediately. Tai Chi, an ancient martial art, takes a lifetime to master, if at all. I have been practicing 5 years now, and am considered an assistant instructor in my school. However, I am only a beginner of this intricate art. I have noticed that it scares away some folks because getting results and making progress is much slower and methodical compared to weight training and aerobics. Again, since Westerners tend to value instant results, few have the patience to remain the eternal beginner and student that this art requires. I could go on and on, but hopefully I have begun to paint a picture of what's going on with my thoughts now that I have given a brief synopsis of where I am today in the process of learning to look at the big picture from a universal view point.




As bodywork therapist, I have had many an opportunity to notice spatial interactions with others while on the job. I loved reading the Distances in Man chapter in The Hidden Dimension because of the fact that my work is primarily has to do with touch. When I first see the client, he/she will be seated in a waiting area and we are at a Social distance of about 7 or so feet. I will greet my client, and she will stand and we will shake hands. This formal greeting establishes a sense of confort for the client. I show them to the treatment room, and have them sit in a comfortable chair. I sit on my "therapist stool", and the distance is now at a personal close phase of about 1.5 feet. At this point, I talk with them and get to know them and discuss the treatment plan, and go over the intake health history form. I am always using my intuition here because the client invariably will only tell me so much. For example, they might say, "I have been under alot of stress and my neck and shoulders hurt, and I just want to relax." Usually they will tell me much more when on the table, which is now at an initimate distance far phase of six to 8 inches, where the body is not in contact but where the "hands can reach and grasp extremities." p 117. The person will sometimes talk to me verbally about what is going on in their life to produce the physical manifestation of the stress or injury, or sometimes I will perceive and feel what they are going through. My hands have some pretty tuned in proprioceptors and are quite skilled in finding the problem areas they might not have mentioned. I get to know them on a deeper level, because their bodies will communicate with me. After the session is complete, I will leave the room and when they come out, I will be at a close social distance, and I will notice them more refreshed and open and glowing. I feel that there is a silent but clear communication of peace and appreciation that goes way beyond "Thanks, that was an awesome massage!" As a therapist, I have developed an intuitive capacity that is crucial in interacting with my clients. It is interesting that the distance gets closer physically from the time I greet my client to the time they are on the table. It establishes comfort because I gradually enter their sphere. Also, a certain spiritual closeness has developed as well at the close of the time I spend with my clients.

A sacred space is what I love. My home is a representation of my own inner culture, that has developed over the years. When you walk in my home, a small 2 bedroom apartment, you come into a lived in cozy space. It has elements of Asia, Hawaii, India, and the Southwest all rolled up into a Tibetian temple like space. The office area is both for dining and studying, and can be converted into a treatment area for massage and Reiki by setting up my portable massage table. There is definitely the semi-fixed feature here. Throughout the living space you will find the Tibetian burgundy red color in my blinds, pillows, and pottery. There is also the water element, in the form of a batik wall hanging with dolphins--this is delightful and soothing because depending on the lighting the dolphins appear to be laughing or frowning! On the mantle of my fire place are some Jade figures a friend from Vietnam gave me for good luck along with a frog sitting on feng shui coins. There is also a coyote and bear figure, along with a piece of green fluorite. I have other crystals and rocks throughout my place. I have oriented my book cases along the walls like the Europeans do, and my sofa and loveseat are in the middle, like the Japanese. There is also a rug with 5 versions of Kokopeli (Zuni). Weird, I didn't intentionally do it like that on purpose. I have the Asian characters for Summer, Fall , Winter, and Spring on the wall beside my bookcase along with a calender of China. There are lots of stuffed animals hanging out, too, both mine and my son's. Ian and I share this space with 2 living frogs (Bob and Cumin) , goldfish (yin and yang), and a hamster named Munchy. I have been trying to figure out the Feng Shui thing for the 4 years I have lived here by constantly reorienting and moving furniture and stuff around and its been fun. It all works for a while until I decide to move my altar, which I have found is better to see just as you walk in the door. It is at the fireplace, at the fame and reputation gua!!! I guess its ok there. I have a Buddha head there and will have to move her so I can redo my altar for El Dia del los muertos soon. I am going to stop here because this post is getting too long and I gotta get some sleep. Peace,Laura








Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Live, Laugh, Love...the child in us is eternal

After viewing some images of childhood recently, I recall feeling joyful and free as a youngster. Several of the photos really stood out--I loved the one of the mom laying on the bed with her infant--reminds me of when my son was a baby 10 years ago, and one of the most precious experiences of life. I loved the one of the baby getting ready to crawl--he looked so proud to be at this important developmental stage! It reminds me of the photos I have of my son rolling over for the very first time and recalling how happy he was (of course, I was estatic!). I really liked the youngster smiling like a cheshire cat--I recall how I was mischievous as a kid--this is where I laughed. It was neat seeing all the children holding hands--a reminder of how humanity is really all one, and how we need others. I thought it was cool how some of the last few photos showed adults laughing and having a good time together. The message in this is to never loose the child like spirit--it can remain forever and make the whole of our lives joyful. From an artistic perspective, children are born free to create, as shown by the children with their faces painted. It brings children joy to be creative, and it is definitely a natural instinct to do this. It is necessary for true pure joy.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Art as it speaks to me now

When first asked the question, "Is Art a Universal Language?", my first initial response is to say yes because art is a part of all cultures. However, because art is so individualistic it is more a private language of the person. Art is the result of the collective make up of an individual which can be influenced by the particular culture they are a part of. I feel like there are definitely varying degrees of influence the person's culture will have on their art. Even so, the person's interpretation of the universe and the relationship they have with it will make their art totally unique.



Our own personal lense and cultural view point could possibly affect our capacity to appreciate another culture's art. To me, it depends on how open or expansive an individual is. If someone can immerse themselves in the culture then they can better appreciate and live the experience of the art more fully. If one is ethnocentric it could impede their ability to feel and integrate themselves with the artist's experience. Familiarity with the artist's culture definitely would make the appreciation of the art more full.


I am not sure if translation is necessary because to me it boils down to allowing one to feel the art more than think about what the artist is trying to convey. An awareness of how something affects you is to me the most interesting part of the process. Having a greater universal awareness of the fact that we are all beings having a human experience is an awesome perspective to have when reflecting on art. Aside from the obvious physical stuff, the most globally shared of human experiences are emotions: joy, sorrow, pain, heartache, fear, frustration, hope, love, lust, etc. etc. I am learning to look at many aspects of art whether its physical, mental, or spiritual depiction of what the artist sees.

Introducing myself

Hello, I am Laura Church, and I am a Massage Therapist here in Greensboro. I have been in the field of massage now for 4 years. It's been a wonderful, and fulfilling experience helping others free up in their bodies and minds. I am here in this global arts class because I love art and music and want to expand my understanding and enhance in my own being self expression.

I have a background in science, I worked as a medical and research lab tech for 13 years before I decided to change careers. I was burned out, and needed something more than being trapped in hospitals and various other labs. I had a back injury which inspired me to seek out massage therapy as treatment. As a result, I realized that I wanted to contribute to the well being of others by becoming a therapist myself.

Being a massage therapist has been very transforming to me and being in Grad school is part of this process. I chose liberal studies because it offers a wide variety of experiences and learning to offer.