Category Archives: Spirituality

where have i been?

I consider this blogpost a bit of  housekeeping.  In fact, I’m posting it now as to be pushed away quickly by the inevitable tide of blogposts on the SLC conference.

A few months ago, I wrote a blogpost on the “ups and downs” of life experiences like university.  Well, it turns out I’ve been in a down for a while.  This explains why I blogged only twice in the last two months.  I’ve felt self-doubting and insecure, anxious, and lacking in motivation.  I have faced many upsetting realizations about myself in this time that have forced me to rethink my very existence.  (I mean this all in a rather reflective/existentialist sense and I am safe, so don’t worry.)

In this time, I’ve learned that I need to spend just as much time and effort as I do in pursuing intellectual activities, in dealing with my pyschological weaknesses and immaturities.  Wisdom cannot be achieved with religion and philosophy alone, but a great deal of psychological work.  I’m not looking forward to it (it’s like cleaning my roomates’ bathroom on the chore list…), but I believe in the adage, “know thyself.”

To self-discovery.

So,  hopefully I can get back to regularly blogging.

Best,
Miriam

oh socrates…

I recently read the end of the Phaedo, where Socrates is condemned by the Athenian democracy to drink the hemlock and die for “corrupting the youth” and other such charges.  For several weeks now, I’ve been reading Socrates through Plato, and Plato’s admiration for his teacher has really passed down to me.  When Phaedo and the other students broke down crying, I admit I wept too.  I’ve grown really attached to him—even if his irony is little more than sarcasm, even if his logic might not make the most sense, even if half his arguments seem like wordplay…he had meaningful and relevant points on happiness, virtue, knowledge, and the way to live one’s life.  Above all, his life exemplified these points.  What a human being.

I could leave you with countless instances of Socratic wisdom but this is what I’m working right now on my paper (and if you’ve read some of my old blogposts in Spirituality,  you’ll know I think it’s pretty cool):

“…Anyone who does not believe in them [Ancient Greek mythical creatures], who wants to explain them away and make them plausible by means of some sort of rough ingenuity, will need a great deal of time.  But I have no time for such things; and the reason, my friend, is this.  I am still unable, as the Delphic inscription orders, to know myself; and it really seems to me ridiculous to look into other things before I have understood that.  This is why I do not concern myself with them.  I accept what is generally believed, and, as I was just saying, I look not into them but into my own self…” (Plato; Phaedrus, 229e)

Also, video fun.
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In other news,

–This week (and a bit)’s countdown:  3 final/term papers.  1 in-class presentation.  1 interview.  3 intern applications.  10 work study hours.
–I’m not a TV person, but I’ve started watching Community so if I  start talking about “Abed,” run.  Just run.
– I’m tired of blogging about me and what I do (not that I ever wrote much about what I do…).  I’m going to leave that to my diary and direct my blog more towards other things, like random odes to Socrates.
–This is my 101st post!

 

Finding peace of mind in the branches, soil, and leaves

When I read Anne Frank’s diary last summer, I smiled sadly at this passage. It was written just months before she was found and sent to the concentration camps.

“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God… As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.”
-Anne Frank, February 23, 1944.

I find emotional solace encountering nature, the organic, the wild. UBC is bountiful in this respect; take a stroll in Nitobe garden, head down to Tower Beach, or visit UBC Farm. Unplug from the noise, from the routine, from the confines of society—go back to where you came from.

[This blogpost was written for the Blog to Thrive Challenge with Thrive UBC.  150 words max.]

Dear First Years (a letter you should read)

Dear First Years,

You’ve probably heard it a million times.

“Your university years are going to be the best time of your life!”

Let’s be clear now: I’m not exactly here to shatter that dream. It certainly has been the best time of my life so far.  I have met and even made friends with incredibly interesting, intelligent, and kind people.  I have enamoured myself with academic passions, and have found means to satiate my lust for learning.  I have loved and (I hope) been loved.  In a way, university makes me feel like a happy little atomic particle freely moving around in open space.

But.

But that doesn’t mean you should put unrealistic expectations on yourself or your experience.  Here at the Blog Squad, we tend to highlight the ups of university, not the downs.  Oh, we may mention the downs but rarely do we  truly explore them.  We’re sort of like the complete opposite of the journalism industry in that way.

There are downs.  Maybe you take long commutes and are having difficulty making any lasting friends.  Maybe you live in residence and you feel like you don’t belong there on Friday nights.  Maybe you have serious troubles paying rent and tuition at the same time and it affects everything else in your life.  Maybe you or a friend are assaulted at a party and the perpetrator gets away with it.  Maybe you develop an eating disorder, depression, or other illness. Maybe you try your best and your marks never go up and you feel like a failure.  Maybe your professor is not treating you with respect or using unfairly leveraging their power over you.  Maybe you’re stressed out thin and feel like it will never end.  Maybe you’re going through problems I can’t even think of.  Or maybe you pretend everything is going perfectly well—heck, maybe everything is, and yet you’re still feeling down.

It’s not like university is some weird phase in one’s life where –poof- all life’s sufferings disappear.  Don’t  trust the photos in the university brochures for the whole picture because they never photograph any of the above circumstances.

All I want to say—to first years, and anyone else who might be reading this, is that:

1) Expecting too much is unhealthy.  Be realistic about your goals and work towards them with your best effort.  Realize, truly (not just theoretically), that there are both ups and downs.

2)  That there are resources on campus (and off campus) provided by both peers and professionals that are here to help you help yourself.  And no, you don’t have to be going through really traumatic events in order to use these services. 

3) That you can still have great, fantastic times at university even if you experience circumstances like the ones given above.  Ups and downs, remember—not just ups but not just downs either. 

So take it easy, my dears.

Sincerely,
With love,
A third year student.

midnight blogging

Recently, I realized I cannot be just a soul.  My body is a part of me.  That my being female, that my being of a particular race, that my looking a particular way–while pure chance, coincidental, genetic lottery stuff, all of it has effects on me, if not defines me.  It is coincidental who wins the lottery, and no one should boast about it, but the difference between the millionaire and the poor is no less.  As much as I wish that we could be floating souls in space, uninhibited and unaffected by our physical, bodily forms, I have come to accept that this is not the case.  Not in this universe, of matter, at least.  The burka is a nice try to get away, but for me, it is other worldly.  This is earth.

I know this all sounds really obvious, but the mind/body split idea where you think your mind can be unaffected by emotions/be purely rational and objective is really an issue.

In other news, I’m tired.
In ASIC 200, our group project on policy suggestions to reduce traffic congestion levels in Vancouver  is coming along.  We’re using Google Docs to collaborate/edit our research, and it is the creepiest thing ever, instantaneously watching other people edit the page.   I’m sore all over from playing badminton for the first time in a year at UBC Rec.  I have two philosophy papers due this week, one of which I intensely dislike.  We’re watching a documentary on the Rwandan Genocide in POLI 260, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle the bloodier parts.  I have a midterm in two days that I haven’t studied for.  I’ve met up with my best friends from high school and we’re keeping in touch.  I’m going to “Feminism. A Second Thought Conference” this Thursday at the Global Lounge and I’m excited!  I’m keeping track of Libya’s progress (and admittedly not much of the other protests.)  I’m applying for summer jobs already.  I’m constantly writing and replying to e-mails.  I had butter chicken for the first time, in the Vanier cafeteria (not bad.)  I was amazed by the number of robins I saw near the Long house (several dozen).  I’m going to have a slumber party like old times, this weekend.  I have to go to the dentist soon. etc. etc. etc.

So there, a typical week.

Private Journals, Lecture Binging, and Egypt

Private Journals

There is something in the process of writing words down.  OK, so you’re sitting at the edge of the ocean and you’re thinking journal worthy things.  But writing them down, mind to hand to pen to paper, is different.  Narrow blue lines of ink, the physical manifestation of pure thoughts, stare back up at you.  With a private journal, your audience is not a living, breathing, interactive human being.  It is not a social experience.  It is a moment purely with the self.

End of rambly intro.

I keep a private journal for a million different reasons—sure, it lets me vent, it never judges, it helps set goals, etc. etc.  But if there’s one that I think everyone can benefit from it’s this:

Comprehensiveness.

One day you have a passing thought on the 99 bus.  The next, you enjoy a conversation with a friend.  The next, a comment in tutorial from a classmate triggers a thought.  At most, you will have these stored in your memory.   Unless you write them down, however, you will never get to pick which ones are important.  You will never get to organize them.  You will never get to connect them. (Well, never say never.  It’s just a lot easier with a private journal, I find.)

So what?

So you get to see the big picture.
Pieces of memory and thought add up; You connect them together into a web of wisdom.
You get to see yourself and the world around you a little clearer.

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Lecture Binging

I had the intention of writing blog posts on all the free lectures I’ve been going to this year…unfortunately, they always seem to happen during my busiest weeks.  But just for a taste, I’ve binged on:

-Gwynn Dyer on the last decade’s politics (had to sneak back into my old High School’s assembly to see that one)
-Dr. Nancy Olivieri on the relationship between doctors/researchers and pharmaceutical companies (way to freak me out!)
-Gage Averill on his awesomeness (Dean of Arts, totally counts as a lecture!)
-Student Leadership Conference lecures
-Jaclyn Friedman on how sexual assault is rooted in the idea that sex is a commodity
-and more amazing lectures.

Now that I think about it, these lectures have, in large part, done a lot more to affect my thinking than most of the lectures I pay for at school.  I wish I could have been available for more.

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Egypt.

A while ago, I was going to write about how paranoid everyone was about the Muslim Brotherhood, and how unfair it was to the Egyptian people to tell them not to protest for democracy because of the possibility of their election.

But then the press took a 180 degree turn, and now everyone’s fine with it.  Cool.

Congrats Egypt, you have a lot to teach us Canadians about democracy.

Learn about other recent uprisings through this interactive map.

Harry Potter: What’s In A Fantasy? (no spoilers)

As everyone has heard already, the second last Harry Potter movie is out now.  I walked into the theatre somewhat ambivalently.  I hadn’t encountered anything Harry Potter or fantasy related for a couple years now.  All my textbooks and readings dealt with real-life social and political issues.

But watching the movie reminded me why  Harry Potter, and fantasy, is so important to us.

First, there certainly is that “escape with us” aspect (also happens to be Cineplex’s motto).  This can be taken to the extreme:  like those people who were triggered into committing suicide or developing  depression over the fact that the world in Avatar was only fantasy.
But there can still be a healthy attachment to the unreal, I think.  Having this unreal world nurtures imagination and creativity, and encourages us to look at things differently.

More importantly though, it is a means for conveying messages.  In a fantasy land, you don’t take the physical seriously.  Yet  the messages transcend the physical differences between the fantasy world and our own.  Meaning is not contingent upon the physical.

What I’m saying is that, Harry Potter brought to our generation what the ancient stories, like the Bible, often could not.   The common discourse around these holy texts is about physical nature, not meaning.   People ridicule prophets, and place velocirapter heads on portraits of Jesus because they fancy themselves witty for critiquing the literal translations of the Bible.  On the other side of the debate, people actually reject evolution as an evil conspiracy.   In other words, the issues have become physical in nature: did evolution actually occur, did Jesus actually come alive again? (admittedly, the Christian case has always a little bit more contingent on physical world because of the whole resurrection ordeal, but there are some Christians who have a metaphorical interpretation.)

But with Harry Potter, no one is arguing that Harry Potter actually exists.  Alright, so some of us were a little disappointed when we didn’t get a letter inviting us to Hogwarts at age 11, but I think it’s safe to say that most people don’t focus on the fantasy vs. reality issue, but the messages.  The books taught us values  of courage, friendship, love, and goodness.  They helped us grapple with questions of death, jealousy, fear, and sacrifice.  Harry Potter has left an indelible stain on my generation.

I often joke about how, when my generation grows up to be in power a few decades from now, we will be living our childhood dreams:  inventing broomsticks, playing real quidditch, inventing a Sorting Hat.  But what I really wonder is if the messages in the books will remain with us.  I think if the churches, synagogues, temples and mosques want to affect people’s way of life, they should focus less on the physical details, and more on the meaning.  Fantasy can effectively convey messages because everyone knows it isn’t reality.  But when you, religion, are focused on proving the physical aspects, the meanings are lost.  It all becomes a question of science, and quite frankly, you’re not good at it.

Wait, how did I start talking about Harry Potter and up talking about religion? Typical of me!

[Free] Lecture Binge #01: Dr. John Stackhouse

[Free] Lecture Binge is exactly what it sounds like:  excessively indulging in free lectures.

Lecture: “Where was God when Pakistan was devastated?”
Speaker: Dr. John Stackhouse, Regent College UBC

So my first “free lecture binge” lecture is not what you would expect.  By a whim of Facebook interconnectedness, I ended up going to an event hosted by UCM, University Christian Ministry.  The topic wasn’t Pakistan but the Problem of Evil, seen from the Christian perspective.  I don’t have a Christian background, but it seems I know a lot about its basic theology because I found the lecture rather introductory.   As some people noted, he may have made it so because he was expecting more people new to the religion (and he only had one hour.)  I think these types of lectures are great for people who do not often consider such problems on their own but I personally came out with nothing too new…except for an intercultural experience, of course!  While the free hot chocolate was nice, I don’t think theology lectures are right for me.

Over the summer, I read the ‘The Brothers Karamazov’ by Dostoevsky: it also dealt with suffering through a (19th century Russian Orthodox) Christian perspective.  Digging through literature for meaning is so much more enriching to me than attending lectures and reading books that spell out basic summaries of theological study.  Just in case you’re wondering, it wasn’t all overwhelmingly Christian, or proselytizing, or anything.

If you attended and have anything to say, the comment section is always open to discussion.

psychology?

I was helping someone create a resume, and we were on the ‘Interests/Activities’ section.  She spoke in Farsi, I translated to English.  Sports, psychology etc.  But then she said I word I cannot quite translate to English.  Literally, it means “self-knowing” and it is a word I hear often, as if it is as much of a normal activity as cooking.  Why is it that English doesn’t have a  commonly used word for this activity?  If it simply my ignorance, please let me know of the word!

In relation to this psychology-esque anecdote:

~ I watched Inception, finally.  It was a great action movie, but not a great movie because it was action.  There’s only so much glorification of violence that I can take (and innocence [and beauty ;) ]of powerful CEOs) Still, it brought a new dimension to action, and I’m starting to like this interpretation of the film: SPOILERS.
~Brothers Karamazov is turning out to be another great insight into the minds of people so far!

The Case for GOD Review/Critique

The Case for GOD
Karen Armstrong

Review/Critique by the Noob

The title of this book is ironic; one of Armstrong’s main arguments is that you can’t argue for or against God.   No, this is not some agnostic stating of the obvious, but rather a response to the types of book Richard Dawkins & Co.  are putting out.   Armstrong argues that Dawkins and Co. are a reflection of the modern-day, personalized, intelligent designer, miracle-inducing, creator God.  Armstrong believes this conceptualization of God and religion (particularly the modern idea that religion is about belief, not action) is narrow-minded and do not represent the variety of ways in which we have thought of God through out history.  She recounts the basics from poets, philosophers, and theologians of all backgrounds and times (though I found she was heavy on Christian theology and lacked on the Eastern/Buddhist perspective) and concludes that God was much more transcendent and impossible to know and give labels to than we currently do.

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