In my own journey to understand drug addiction within my own family, I came across Gabor Maté when I heard about his book In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts: Close Encounters with Addiction which offers a fresh understanding of what causes addiction and moves beyond the more familiar models of 12-step programs and tough love. Where do we delineate between acceptable addictions and ones that go punished? I invite you to listen to this interview that offers a more compassionate approach to understanding the root cause of addiction and how, as a society we might better serve a segment of our population that suffers from addiction.
Chances are that if you are reading this, you are not a digital native. Think three-year old with iPad. Being an early adopter of technology back in 1976, my experience grew from mainframe computers (IBM, Burroughs) to some of the first microcomputers (Altair, Commodore, Radio Shack, and Apple). Back in the late 70's, I came across a book, Computer Power and Human Reason, written by MIT professor, Joseph Weisenbaum. What made this a landmark book and still relevant today, was its examination about the relationship of human beings to technology. Here is an interesting comparison of then and now and invites where we might be headed and its impact on our lives. A Warning for the Post-Augmented Age.
I find birthdays a good time to reflect and set new intentions or revisit old ones. My last post on Dharma Seeds is dated Dec 15, 2016. So here I am again recommitting to journal, share something that moves my soul, a way of showing up for myself. Yesterday I turned 68 and posted a photo essay using a web development tool named The Grid.
Sending out gratitude for my family and friends who sent out birthday wishes via social media, email, and actual postcards. May we continue to follow our path wherever it leads us.
Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock, blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone, and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs, where deer walk across the white sand beaches, where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags, where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you -- beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.
– Edward Abbey