In my 80s

June 30, 2020

On January 1 of this year I said, “I’m going to have fun with New Year’s resolutions. I promise to report here each quarter on my progress.”  A promise is a promise, even though Covid-19 broke into the rhythm of our lives.

  1. Plant a tree on our property.
    — Yes, three river birches
  2. Walk 500 miles.
    — This morning’s three-miler brings the year’s tally to 256 miles.
  3. See Ireland.
    — COVID–19  put the kibosh on plans
  4. Replace the eaves guards on  the garage. 
    — Yes
  5. Continue driving our 2010 Honda Civic
    — Very little driving this year because of the virus
  6. Install a railing at the front steps.
    — Ordered but not yet installed
  7. Post “Today’s Photo” on my blog/ Facebook or Instagram
    — Yes Today’s photo is


8. For my six grandchildren, prepare an informal history of the Hess  and Good families.
— A first draft of 150 pages is finished.

9. Reduce to 160 pounds.
— The scale shows 166.2

10. Clean my office, shop and the garage quarterly.
— Yes

11. Drive a Farmall tractor.
— Covid–19 is in the way

12. Read all of Wendell Berry’s books.  
— No. I’ve read Hal Borland, David Guterson, Scott Russell Sanders,
Margaret Lawrence, Verlyn Klinkenberg, Zusak, Tolstoy, Barzun,
Hanson, Potok, Camus, Tyler, Owens, Dillard, Singleton, Gide and
Lawrence but not all of Berr’s books.

In my 80s

June 28, 2020

While walking this morning, I hosted two lines of thought.

A. What a lovely early summer rain.

B. Black lives matter.

A. Lowell sparkles today.

B. Schools with predominately black students receive $2,000 less per student than schools of predominately white students.

A. There are a lot of grand houses in Irvington

B. Many of Indianapolis’s black communities are crime ridden.

A. I am fond of our old brick streets.

B. In my country, median white family financial worth is $171,000. Median black family financial worth is $17,100.

A. How fine a way to begin a Sunday; Pleasant Run is lively.

B. The death rate of black babies is much higher in my country than the death rate of white babies.

A. I am grateful for the chap who cares for the little grass strip along the Parkway.

B. In my country the rate of black joblessness is much higher than the rate of white joblessness.

A. Yes, I believe too.

B. But how do I live my beliefs?

In my 80s

June 26, 2020

I’ve said it here several times — these days, since early March, have been onerous for me. There is no need to elaborate. However I shall repeat that I have found solace and often inspiration in the following:

  • walking
  • gardening (with focus on flowers)
  • chatting with friends (correspondence, FaceTime, Zoom, patio)
  • writing

Here is a collection of flowers seen today.

Yucca

Lysimachis (Gooseneck)

Cone flower

Oakleaf hydangea

Lilly
Hydrangea

My apologies to another several dozen beauties I admired on my walk this afternoon. Maybe you will get some press next time.

In my 80s

June 25, 2020

I was intrigued by the beginnings of a discussion last week about 
the folly of trying to keep up with our grandchildren in their pursuits and 
the opportunities of sharing generalized wisdom with them. Afterwards, one of the participants elaborated on what this might mean in more practical terms. I have tried to fit my buddy’s words into my lesser vocabulary.

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  1. By listening keenly we encourage our grandchild’s reciprocated candor.
  2. By honoring good work, we help them pursue a task that is boring.
  3. By valuing our own dignity and self regard we model grace for their facing personal criticism.
  4. By revealing our esteem for discipline, we suggest a way through a boring assignment.
  5. By reporting our own recoveries, we open possibilities for their overcoming setbacks and/or failures..
  6. By framing simple, clear communication, we open channels for reciprocal exchange. 
  7. By conveying genuine affirmation, we permit a development of self esteem.
  8. By articulating faith, we set an example of trusting in Something bigger than themselves.
  9. By placing the moment into historical context, we model multi-dimensionality as a way of assessment.
  10. By being generous, we encourage their own selfless giving.
  11. By being open to hearing an opinion we disagree with, we give them confidence to interact with people who differ from them.
  12. By respecting our own family members, we model for them a way to accommodate family dynamics. 

Of course this is only a beginning. There is so much more to be thought and articulated. For example, by what kind of generalized wisdom might we encourage keen criticism (I don’t mean rebuke, but rather knowledgeable and conscientious measure of our times and its product.)

In 30 minutes this group meets again. I’ll ask these wizards and report tomorrow.

In my 80s

June 24, 2020

A week ago a discussion group heuristically came upon the topic of communication between young people and their elders. Elders as in grandparents. Most of the participants are grandparents. All of the participants know the gaps in what to know and how to do things.

Given our tendency to fall into ageism, we went further than a slight reference to our befuddlement of current stars and apps and social media. One of the members came up with a provocative opinion: “Our role as grandparents in communication with our grandchildren is to listen to their specific particulars and in return to share generalized wisdom with them.

This concept sent me on a hunt, not for a definition of generalized wisdom but the difference between intelligence and wisdom. I found several articulations worth sharing.


” The main difference between intelligence and wisdom is that intelligence means implementing the gained knowledge wisely and perfectly and it can be learned by gaining more experience of a filed (sic) while wisdom is something that never comes with age. Even a child can be wiser than an adult or mature person…” ResearchGate.

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“Intelligence gives one the ability to reason and acquire knowledge, whilst Wisdom is the ability to apply that reasoning ability/knowledge and synthesise it with other utility-based things to produce useful/“good” real world outcomes.”   quora.com


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“One side without the other isn’t wisdom. … For true wisdom to be present, thought and action have to mesh. Knowledge without wisdom, just like action without wisdom, can take a person, or an organization, off the rails as quickly as anything. “Tom Morris

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Father Ronald Rolheiser, OMI | In Exile
in brief …
“… makes for wisdom is intelligence informed by empathy, intelligence that grasps with sympathy the complexity of others and the world…”
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in more detail (Shutterstock)…

“There’s a huge difference between being bright and being wise, between brilliance and wisdom. We can be highly intelligent, but not very wise. Ideally, of course, we should strive to be both, but that isn’t always the case, particularly today.


“We’re living in a culture that rewards brilliance above wisdom and within which we pride ourselves first of all in being brighter than one another. Who has the highest degree? Who went to the most elite university? Who’s the most entrepreneurial? Who’s the most popular? Who’s the cleverest scientist, researcher, writer, journalist, television personality, or wit at the office or family table? Who’s the most brilliant? We never ask, “Who’s the wisest?” Today intelligence is valued far above wisdom, and that’s not always good. We’re a highly informed and intelligent people, but our compassion is not nearly on par with our brilliance. We’re bright, but not wise.


“What’s the difference between intelligence and wisdom? Wisdom is intelligence that’s colored by understanding (which, parsed to its root, means infused with empathy). In the end, what makes for wisdom is intelligence informed by empathy, intelligence that grasps with sympathy the complexity of others and the world, and this has implications.
Learning, to be truly helpful, must be matched by an equal growth in empathy. When this isn’t happening, then growth in intelligence will invariably be one-sided and, while perhaps providing something for the community, will always lack the kind of understanding that can help bind the community together and help us better understand ourselves and our world.


“When intelligence is not informed by empathy, what it produces will generally not contribute to the common good. Without a concomitant empathy, intelligence invariably becomes arrogant and condescending.
True learning, on the other hand, is humble, self-effacing, and empathic. When we develop ourselves intellectually, without sufficient empathy, our talents invariably become causes for envy rather than gifts for community.
Ironically, intelligence not sufficiently informed by empathy will not be very bright, but instead will be an arrested intelligence wherein its fault will not be in what it has learned (for learning itself is good) but in where its learning stopped. It will suffer from a hazard aptly named by 18th-century English poet Alexander Pope, where “a little learning is a dangerous thing,” where we have read one book too many but one book too few!


“One might object here and make a plea for science and scientific objectivity. Isn’t empirical science the product of a pure intellectual pursuit that refuses to be colored by anything outside itself? Isn’t the ideal of all learning to be purely objective, to not have a bias of any sort? Where does empathy play a role in pure research? Doesn’t an eye turned toward empathy fudge pure objectivity?


“Pure objectivity doesn’t exist, in science or anywhere else. Science today accepts that it can never be purely objective. All measurement has its own agenda, its own angle, and cannot help but interfere (however infinitesimally perhaps) with what it measures. Everyone and everything, including science, has a bias (euphemistically, a pre-ontology). Thus, since all learning necessarily begins with an angle, a bias, pre-ontology, the question is not, “How can I be purely objective?” but rather, “What serves us best as an angle from which to learn?” The answer is empathy. Empathy turns intelligence into wisdom and wisdom turns learning into something that more properly serves community.


“However, empathy is not to be confused with sentimentality or naiveté, as is sometimes the case. Sentimentality and naiveté see a fault within intellectuality itself, seeing learning itself as the problem. But learning is never the problem. One-sided learning is the problem, namely, learning that isn’t sufficiently informed by empathy, which seeks knowledge without understanding.


“I teach graduate students who are mainly preparing for ministry within their churches and so, for them, graduate learning is, by definition, meant to be more than just scoring high marks, graduating with honor, being informed and educated, or even just satisfying their own intellectual curiosities and questions.


“By their very vocation, they are striving for wisdom more than for mere intelligence. But even they, like most everyone else in our culture, struggle to not be one-sided in their learning, to have their studies bring them as much compassion as knowledge. We all struggle with this.


“It’s difficult to resist a temptation that’s as endemic in our culture as certain bacteria are in our waters, that is, the temptation to be clever and bright, more informed than everyone else, no matter if we aren’t very compassionate persons afterward.


“And so this column is a plea, not a criticism: To all of us, whether we’re doing formal studies; whether we’re trying to learn the newest information technology; whether we’re trying to keep ourselves informed socially and politically; whether we’re writing articles, books, or blogs; whether we’re taking training for a job; or whether we’re just mustering material for an argument at our family table or workplace, remember: It’s not good merely to be smart, we must also be compassionate.”


That’s the end of the quotes. I hope to continue this blog tomorrow.


June 23, 2020t

Daily walks continue to serve as balm in these troubled times.

An inch of rain fell slowly last night.

Pleasant Run is again flowly briskly, although the minks weren’t splashing this morning.

No matter the route taken, lovely old houses offer a silent greeting.

I came upon an older man who lost his way back to New York Street. I too would wish to get lost in the woods today.

Why and how do stumps make such strong aesthetic and natural statement?

Neighbor Joe was on the court with a buddy playing pickle ball. Across the way neighbor Quinn was getting in shape for autumn tennis.

Close home I see a sign announcing free meals for kids, staring June 15.

Back home I check the succulent patch, hoping to give starts to Michelle across the street.

And good day to you.

In my 80s

June 18, 2020

Solace for difficult hours is given at any hour by a walk in our community. Come along.

Starting at our house. The lilies.

It’s a hot day. We’ll stay on shady streets.

Ours is family-friendly community.

Our alleys are fun to explore.

Now I see what the pile of stones is for.

Despite the lack of rain, the woods along Pleasant Run look good.

The lines and texture of old wood fascinates me. What a way to go.

On the way home I see a jolly sign.

The neighbor is laying composted soil.

Home again. Perhaps a mile and a half.

Have a good day.

In my 80s

June 16, 2020

One can’t escape this moment when one of the two top agenda items is America’s racial divide. Nor do I wish to escape nor to delay our addressing this fundamental blemish within our society.

Last evening I finished reading James Baldwin’s Another Country which to my surprise was published in 1960. The searing story could have been written this month.

On my personal agenda is a better understanding of white privilege. Feminist scholar and anti-racism educator Peggy McIntosh described white privilege as an “invisible weightless knapsack of special provisions, maps, passports, codebooks, visas, clothes, tools and blank checks.”

OK, how about an inventory — specifics for each term she uses.

special provisions — a house on a safe, beautiful, friendly street; senior citizen discounts, insurance policies, good health

maps — where is a safe place, how to get through school advantageously, how to find a good job, how to avoid drugs and fraud and fights

passports — my passport is good through December, 2020; feel free to travel just about anywhere in this country and the world

codebooks — knowing how to get around safely and fast, knowing what to buy or not buy, which foods are most nutritious and where to get them

visas — two credit cards, a state park pass, a national park pass, tollroadurnpike pass card

clothes — two pairs of work shoes, two pairs of walking shoes, two pairs of “dress” shoes

tools — 2010 Honda Civic, a MacBook Pro computer, iPhone

blank checks — retirement savings, social security monthly checks

That’s a modest beginning that wants to be revisited.

In my 80s

June 14, 2020

I am sad, disheartened, ashamed and burdened as I try to comprehend the suffering of Black Americans from the overt discrimination and nuanced dehumanization throughout the history of this nation.

I am troubled by police violence against Black Americans. I sorrow with those police officers who do their work with humane compunction, and now bear the pain of widespread distrust.

I am disappointed that capitalist priorities are now endangering social distancing in this time of a vicious virus.

I am embarrassed and angry that our president insists on pulling the United States out of the only world-wide health organization.

In my 80s

June 13, 2020

OK, I won’t argue with those color charts that say I am colorblind. But with a high degree of confidence I shall report

… the enlarged photo of the COVID-19 virus is colorful

… individuals on this planet may be red or brown or yellow or black or white

… the sky today is a deep blue

… and here are several photos, taken a couple of minutes ago, of our garden …

oak leaf hydrangea

clematis

lily

calla

spiderwort

hydrangea

butterfly weed

… that I, a colorblind person, can joyfully celebrate!