Worth Repeating

I ran this quotation in a previous post, but I'm running it again. I know this is related to my weekend experience. I'm not entirely sure how this all fits together, but I guess that's the beauty of a blog. It gives me some space to figure it out. In the meantime, here's the quote.

"If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person." --Fred Rogers

Survivors at the Summit

I didn't hesitate when Charlie inivited me to help haul donated Starbucks coffee up to Snowbird for Survivors at the Summit, an annual event of the Cancer Wellness House. It's hard to beat the combination of good company, mountain scenery, hotcakes for breakfast, live music from his son-in-law's band, and the chance to help out in a good cause.

Just before noon we boarded the tram, reached the summit of Hidden Peak, and helped staple a last line of yellow flags joining the dozens already in place. Each flag bore the name of a loved-one touched by cancer. Some carried the names of survivors. Many honored the memory those who lost their battle.

Guest speaker Steve Tempest expressed gratitude for his adoption into the fraternity of cancer survivors. When he first started chemo he didn't like the names of the poisons dripping into his bloodstream. The all ended with "cide" as in insecticide, homicide, genocide. Later when his tumors shrunk by 95%, he thought of this term: "life-saving wonder fluids that can extend or save life." His cancer has returned, but he says nothing could be as devastating as his first diagnosis. Now he says he'll go with the flow and do anything to extend time with his family.

He shared several observations about cancer and life.

Enjoy every sandwich.

Art, food and music came alive with his cancer diagnosis.

One life-threatening illness is worth 10,000 meditations.

Pain is God's megaphone to get our attention.

No one is promised tomorrow. Enjoy today's simple, tender moments.

We all have been born. We all will die. The gift of cancer is now. Why not enjoy now?

Don't limit yourself to, "I'll be happy when..."

Live in the now. Now is all we have.

Two of the flags flying at the summit carried the names of my parents. Dad, who was likely a downwinder, died of lung cancer in 1963. A few years later mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. She has survived 33 years. She and my step-dad (who is also a cancer survivor) still live independently. He golfs and writes. She still makes time for bridge with the girls and a monthly piano lesson. I could have also placed flags there for my brother-in-law Dan who is in remission from multiple myeloma, or my grandfather who died of leukemia when my mom was a toddler.

I wasn't prepared for the emotion of stepping off the tram, seeing those flags, knowing that each carried someone's story of struggle. I felt humble and proud, grateful and sad, connected to eternity and mortality. Sometimes I'm not comfortable with my own tears. This morning I just let 'em flow.

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20 Years with the Zen Writers Group

"I joined the Zen Writers Group 20 years ago. Only a couple of us were published writers then, but now most of us have seen our work in print, broadcast or online. The group's been a profound source of inspiration and energy, and just a lot of fun."

That's a quotation from the future. Right now we're just getting started. In fact the first meeting was last night. But the group has already been together all summer as part of an 8-week creative non-fiction workshop. We jelled within the structure of a weekly class, now we're going to try continuing on without our able instructor.

The above quotation isn't just wishful thinking. We've heard of at least one group that did start 20 years ago and they're still going strong today.

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How many Rich Finlinsons?

Today's e-mail contained this message:

"Just wanted to let you know you are not alone in the world. . . there are others of us out there. I've enjoyed reading parts of your Blog - I just started a blog myself and so I'm using you as inspiration. Here is a recent post of mine where you made a cameo:http://finlinsonfamily.blogspot.com/2004/07/other-rich-finlinson.html

later,
Rich Finlinson"

So there are at least two of us. Three if you count my second cousin Dick Finlinson, four if you count my late Uncle Rich Lyman Finlinson of Leamington, Utah. Five if you count this Richard Finlinson from the UK. If you know of others, just let me know.

The Brown Fox

One approach to writer's block is to simply write: I don't know what to write. I don't know what to write. I don't know what to write... until you get some better idea. Personally if I'm going to write one sentence over and over, I prefer this one: "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." It includes every letter of the alphabet and is an example of a pangram or holoalphabetic sentence.

Here are a few other pangrams:

Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs.

Jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz.

The five boxing wizards jump quickly.

Bright vixens jump; dozy fowl quack.

Quick wafting zephyrs vex bold Jim.

My faxed joke won a pager in the cable TV quiz show.

Ghosts at Studio B in Nashville

If there are ghosts here I didn’t see or hear them, unless you count the glare my camera caught as I snapped this shot of the control room while standing in the studio.

I didn’t want to leave Nashville without touring RCA Studio B. I’d already seen the impressive new Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum built in 2001 and the historic Ryman Auditorium, home of the Grand Old Opry from 1943 to 1974. They’re big places designed to accommodate hundreds of visitors.

Studio B is just a single story, cinderblock building with a reception area, one studio, one control room, one listening area. It’s not about the architecture, it’s who came here and what they produced. For a couple of decades Elvis Presley, Chet Atkins, Eddy Arnold, the Everly Brothers, Dolly Parton, Jim Reeves, Floyd Cramer, Willie Nelson produced hundreds of hit records here.