Showing posts with label Education. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Education. Show all posts

Thursday, December 28, 2017

6th Anniversary of Vulnerability Actions+New Video

I'm not the highest functioning person since ye olde Stage 4 Kanker wake-up call... but I do get out and about once a month to disturb the masses.

Here's my latest YouTube video of last month's street action. By chance, I caught a lot of audio of police (even more than the month before). I like to think that I provided some education.



Also, on New Year's Eve Day, December 31, 2017, I'll do a 6th Anniversary Monthly Action (aka Vulnerability Vigil)
3-4 pm
BC Legislature Grounds (Victoria) or nearby
Everyone welcome. Dressed or not.
Link to Facebook Event



For this piece of shamanic street performance, I plan to cover my naked body with "HELLO my name is" labels.

As most of you know, I started monthly Vulnerability Vigils on January 1, 2012. I've held at least one public vigil monthly, except when I was very ill. Vigils have evolved.

But I continue to use my naked body as a medium to share vulnerability and as a cultural/political statement.

Loneliness+futility, I've found, are part of the art.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

So I Took the Kids to the Terry Fox Exhibit

I recently took the kids to the Terry Fox exhibit at the Royal BC Museum.  I cried. The Terry Fox story is incredibly touching and beautiful. What a shining example of humanity he was.

But I was also VERY irritated. I like to think Terry would be ticked off too. 

I cried for the reasons we are all moved by Terry Fox. The artifacts are inexplicably heartrending. A shirt. A prosthetic leg. His mother's calendar! The letters from kids!! He was so young, so beautiful, so brave, so real. And then he died. 

Our culture eats up that shit. That's the part I found so irritating. First of all, we like our heroes to be pretty, check. Preferably white, check. UNCOMPLICATED, check.

Terry was a nice middle-class kid, a jock, a Canadian "every-young-man." We learn he was sometimes crabby on the road. Take that Canadians! Our hero was sometimes crabby. 

It's telling that the promo video for the exhibit prominently features Wayne Gretzky--alive but with the nice (fake?) clean brand intact (if not fake, certainly unknowable and easily digested).

I'm totally guessing but I bet Terry would prefer to see a Steve Fonyo exhibit or a Terry Fox and Steve Fonyo exhibit. (I would.) 

Over and over, throughout the exhibit, we learn that Terry did not want to become *Terry Fox*. He was just a guy who knew he had work to do and was determined to do it. Selfless, sure, but he didn't want to be made into a big deal.

Now Steve Fonyo. There's a guy who's been through some shit! 

He didn't die! 

After he ran all the way across Canada on one leg, he struggled with addiction and committed petty crimes. I'm not saying he doesn't bear responsibility for his choices, but, wow, what a comment on fame and heroism. 

And projection. Steve was no Terry in the looks department. And a more damaged guy. He got nationally dissed for riding Terry's coattails. What? Only one person's allowed to run on one leg? 

Eventually his Order of Canada was rescinded. How petty and punitive can we get?

I can't believe I'm agreeing with a Toronto Sun opinion piece, but give the guy his Order of Canada back. Back in the day, he ran across Canada on one leg and raised $13 million dollars and his life has been shitty ever since.

Steve Fonyo, his accomplishments and subsequent struggles with fame and post-fame should have been an equal part of the Terry Fox exhibit. His enormously successful 1985 run was inspired by Terry. 

His complicated life, though plausibly quite different to how Terry would have lived his, would add more poignancy and authenticity to the unasked for divinity of *Terry Fox*

Terry, the young man, was 22 when he died. He didn't have a lot of time to get complicated. In some ways, that's the saddest loss.

I think we do Terry a huge disservice, making him this nice, clean, lovably crabby cancer poster boy. 

(I've learned that filmmaker Alan Zweig has made two recent documentaries about Fonyo: Hope (2017) and Hurt (2015). I need to see these movies.)

But I reserve most of my irritation for the outdated idea that money will cure cancer.
In Terry's day, Cancer Inc. was not the beast it is today. Yes, we need money for research. Yes, we need more research. 

But as a Stage 4 Ovarian Cancer Survivor, an incredibly sensitive human being, and former beaten-up Education Inc. disposable lackey (i.e. feminist contract or "adjunct" instructor in cultural studies-type classes in post-secondary institutions), I know I got cancer from trying to behave and fit in a culture that hates who I am.

This is a sick culture and no amount of scientific research will fix that without acknowledging the corruption and giant house of cards that is contemporary global capitalism, which contaminates EVERYTHING.

I LOATHE with every single breath in my body that the sole response we continue to teach to our children in this day and age is to throw money at a GIANT COMPLICATED PROBLEM without having the ability or desire to teach complexity much less disruption or resistance. 


Including Steve Fonyo in this exhibit would have been a step in that direction.


Thursday, June 22, 2017

Another Explanation for My Kids

Several years ago I wrote this letter to my daughters. I know they haven't read it.

Like many people in our culture (including myself) they don't often have the patience to listen to an explanation or even ask for one.

And, of course, I do understand that an old, chunky mother is embarrassing enough, even without parading her weirdness and nakedities around town and social media! They're also irritated, no doubt, by the thought that I might have a good reason.


Recent #uglydancing. My upcoming Victoria Fringe show is entitled Naked Ugly Dancing.

Now they are 10 and 15 and, even though I think it's still a pretty good letter, I'm going to attempt to add to the explanation.

I got Stage 4 cancer almost 2 years ago. I was really overwhelmed by a lot of things but especially working as a university instructor. I think that made me get really sick. For me, as a teacher, it was important to share certain understandings about how humans need to think differently. But I made people afraid. No one was interested in supporting me or willing to believe I had good reasons. (Does that sound a little familiar? Haha!)

An example of a difficult thing to learn that you might recognize is how in your schools you have learned about residential schools and how our Canadian government and churches hurt First Nations children very badly and caused harms to First Nations people that continue. For instance, many of those children who grew up abused have turned to addiction and abuse themselves; and, because the children were forced to speak English or French, many First Nations languages have been lost.

This is very difficult for us to understand. Because we want to trust our government and our country. We want to believe that everyone gets the chances we get.

The problems in our world are caused, in many ways, by what people believe. So when we believe we have a trustworthy country, for example, we might not look to see things that happen that are actually very harmful.

Or we might blame another group for those harms.

Unfortunately, the way we live and believe in richer countries like Canada is the cause of most of the difficulties on earth... like global climate change, poverty, weapons, war, etc. 

One example is shopping and poverty. We get many things like clothes and toys and food and things for our house. Almost everything we buy involves people in poorer places being paid very little to make it or grow it or dig up the materials for us. 

This example is very tough to swallow. Because we need some of that stuff and because our society expects us to look or live a certain way. We are pretty stuck. And there are many more examples that show how we are stuck. Another is how we need to drive but we don't want oil (which needs to be sent all over the world so people can put gas in their cars and heat their homes) to pollute our oceans and land.

I think that's why people want to believe we are nice and don't want to look at how not nice we are. Because in a way, we are not being un-nice on purpose. We are in a culture and a system that surrounds us and no one can just step out of it.

So, one of the reasons I do what I do, is to make people think about what "is normal."

I have started to do ugly dancing in the street and for my upcoming fringe show because I think of it as a kind of action to create healing. I'm dancing out some of the ugliness. For the health of our culture and my body.

I also think of it as a cultural antidote. An antidote is something that removes poison. So if there is some not nice stuff going on but people aren't seeing it, maybe doing something the opposite of normal can help remove some poisons. 

One thing about our culture that is interesting is that when women aren't young anymore, they are considered ugly. But I'm not poisonous. I'm a caring, loving person. I'm a wise person. I'm a person who shouldn't be ignored.

So if I show up as an "ugly" dancer on the street, I am doing something very non-harmful and expressive. Why should that be a problem?

A lot of my performance art is about giving people the opportunity to question their beliefs.

It's embarrassing for me too. You have no idea. But, as I've tried to tell you guys, some things are more important than embarrassment.


Sunday, August 21, 2016

Cancerversary Vulnerability Vigil

Cancerversary Vulnerability Vigil
Friday, August 26, 2016
5-6 pm
Government + Yates St.
Victoria, BC

Everybody welcome. Dressed or not.

Last year, on August 26, I was admitted to hospital because it looked like I had a malignant tumour in my left ovary or thereabouts. A few days later I learned I did indeed have stage 4 ovarian cancer. Dang. Bad prognosis.

I was due for a breakdown. The paradigm I believe in and try to live is about healing. But I had been working in an environment where healing is not part of the vocabulary and most of the words are pretty lies, like "community," "support," "transformative," etc.

I had made the mistake of being honest and caring too much. I didn't have the necessary boundaries. It hurt me. I found my job as a university instructor deeply rewarding and extremely painful.

Pain has been everpresent. I am extremely sensitive. For most of my life I had NO IDEA what it was or how to deal with it, except to feel ashamed.

I can honestly say I don't want to be here, living on this earth in the culture we have created. I don't have the necessary boundaries. I have suffered immense emotional pain. Unconsciously, which looked like boozery, promiscuity, irony, etc., and then consciously, caused by motherhood, mostly.

A great thing about my cancer is that I realized that if I was going to survive, and I do want to survive because I have 9- and 14-year-old kids, I needed to stop fantasizing about dying. So I took another stab at trusting Western pharmaceutical hooha and, what do you know?! I find Cymbalta very helpful. I never think hopeful thoughts about dying anymore. 

I would never have started the Human Body Project on Cymbalta, that's for sure!


Last month's Vulnerability Vigil in Toronto at Yonge and Bloor.
What is the Human Body Project? It's me intersecting my culture, a culture that really does not work for me... even though I am undeniably privileged. I have never felt safe here. 

So in this work, whether I do it on the streets or in performance, as my public self, or even private self, I am always working with my state of vulnerability, which, interestingly, mirrors the vulnerability of humanity at this unfortunate juncture.

Our culture does not understand or respect vulnerability. Our way of dealing with vulnerability is learned in a pre-verbal state. We don't have words to help us. By we, I mean especially us Western humans, who have created a weirdly visible situation: Syria! Yemen! Global climate change! Rape rape rape! Debt debt debt!

Which is also a weirdly invisible situation: far away or on a screen or she asked for it or, the worst, this is how it's all set up so what are ya gonna do?

IT'S A FUCKING DISASTER.

So anyway, at least once a month I do this thing I call a Vulnerability Vigil where I stand on the street naked. I hold a sign in front of my body because, God forbid the good people creating the 6th extinction should see a naked lady whose body is not selling something. This month I will probably hold the extinction symbol, as I have often done.
Back when I had more hair
My 54-year-old, baby-producing, cancer-surviving, naked female body is there to honour, share and express vulnerability. I work within the spacious form of performance art to present a non-violent, non-rhetorical, feminine, indigenist, healing response to an insane world. I am white and very privileged. This is also about showing up and using my privilege.

A Vulnerability Vigil is a ritual; it's about being the change; it's about being an ally; it's art. Holding vigils (and performing the Human Body Project) continues to be the only sane response I can come up with.

Please consider joining me this Friday. My friend and longtime Vigil partner, Keith Jenkins, will be out of town and I'll be extra-vulnerable without that dear man.

Cancerversary update: Chemo is done but it hurt my joints pretty bad, especially my knees, and either the chemo or the Cymbalta has caused my brain to process less sharply. I need a lot of sleep and rest. That bliss stage I went through for a while last year... I LOVED everyone! It was like being permanently in the early stages of a nice drunk... went away. 

My digestion is good, though. I taught a painting class. We had a great family trip to Ontario. I've been swimming in lakes almost every day this summer. I'm part of the group creating and performing the William Head on Stage play this year at William Head prison. And I'm happy to say my kids are driving me crazy. 

I don't think about the statistics.

Please, when you think of me, say: it's gone, Tasha, and it's not coming back.

humanbodyproject.org 
vulnerabilityvigils.org
Link to Facebook event

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

FNMI Inclusion and the Bigger Picture

Today I visited a woman at the college who is tasked with helping to develop a strategic plan to increase enrollment and completion rates of First Nations, Metis, Inuit (FNMI) students. I figure if they ask for input (they did), I'm happy to put in my $0.02.

My central idea was if the college is serious about increasing enrollment and involvement of FNMI students then the college should reflect FNMI community, values, and spirit. A big argument for implementing such a wholesale change is that it would also positively affect all students, faculty, and staff.

How would I describe what I mean? My own way of teaching and interacting reflect many of the same values. I operate from a standpoint that my first job is to love them (my students; I have written about how I am able to do this as teacher, not so skilled with the rest of humanity) and my second job is to create an environment where we can be our own supportive community. Measurement (who is first or who is winning) is not of interest to me; although in most of my classes I follow detailed rubrics to determine marks. Everyone is learning (me too); everyone is a potential teacher with real, human wisdom from their own experiences not just from their report cards, resumes, or credentials.

In my public speaking and communication classes people have felt safe enough to talk about very difficult issues. Among other subjects, people have spoken about their own personal experience with childhood sexual abuse, pornography addiction, drug and alcohol addiction, anorexia, being a bully, aftermath of residential schooling family history, living homeless, racial prejudice, etc.

Needless to say, this doesn't happen on the first day, but it does happen within a few weeks. I believe it happens because I have an intention to show up honestly. I am not interested in being the smartest or the bossiest, though I do take the job of holding a safe space seriously. I am not trying to take advantage of anyone. I once had a student make offensive remarks about a photo of a young girl, basically saying she was a slut who probably had sex with her brother. In class I said that I found his remarks offensive but I didn't hammer him over the head. After class, though, we discussed the implications of his "joke." Another guy once made offensive reference to "turban heads." Again, I didn't say too much; I corrected his context (Sikhs do not make up the ranks of Al Qaeda) and mentioned that his remarks were offensive. But after class, I asked him why he felt like saying those things and told him how they could be hurtful. He acknowledged that his dad said things like that all the time and that as soon as he said it he regretted it.

In that same class there was a guy who always made rude jokes and sarcastic remarks. One day I took him aside and asked him if he could give me a fucking break. I explained that I understood that this wasn't his thing but that it was a required course so we were basically stuck with each other and that I was giving him lots of breaks. He calmed down after that and eventually wrote me a golden email to say that he couldn't believe it but he'd actually gotten something out of the class. A lot of learning and healing can come out of being patient and holding the space and being respectful even when people are acting like jerks. Maybe they're just making a mistake or need time.

I'm not saying other teachers don't do this kind of thing, I'm saying that me behaving this way and treating people this way comes out of my wisdom, not out of some program-based expertise or training. Native traditions value wisdom over knowledge. Colonial/capitalist culture values knowledge as a commodity or means to an end.

I also started doing something really simple and powerful--I get my students to sit in a circle or semi-circle. This immediately makes everyone part of the group and equal. Nobody can hide; people are forced in some way to connect; it helps facilitate support. Sitting in a circle is a very basic FNMI tradition. It is a very cheap and powerful way to create a community of learners. My classes are "touchy feely;" on some level you have to deal with yourself as a communicator or public speaker in a way you don't have to in a biology or accounting class. But every type of class can create a community of learners by sitting their students in a circle.

The circle is a powerful but simple example. Perhaps if more people were exposed to the idea they would be moved to try to implement it in their classes, even though it's a pain in the ass because administration looks down upon moving the desks and in many classrooms the desks are simply fixed in place. Sometimes I have even had people sit on top of the desks. Anyway, I believe many people wouldn't be interested in the circle idea because with more connection comes more responsibility and more vulnerability. If I stand behind my podium I am safer than if I integrate myself in the classroom. And, for a student, if I sit at the back, no one will notice me.

Connection and responsibility and vulnerability create and affect each other. Historic FNMI cultures included violence; until I learn more I'm not yet an advocate of any culture's compassionate superiority. But FNMI values and spiritual understandings start with the same idea that quantum physics and yogic thought also share: we are all connected; our energy and actions make a difference. Also, our connection to the earth and to each other carries with it responsibility. We will die; dying and its partners, aging and vulnerability, are unavoidable. Our dominant culture's dominant responsibility is to the financial bottom line, at the expense of the physical world in which we all live.

I believe FNMI people and creative people (especially children) and both men and women with feminine values/energy have lost the most in this culture--through their culture, background, energy, aptitudes, sensitivity, they are simply more able to connect in a community sense and also in a holistic sense, e.g. to the energy of the earth and the damage that has been and is being done--but also the most able to help us out for the same reasons. But who gives a shit about FNMI people or children or creative people or feminine energy in a bottom line culture? (Yes, I include myself in that group.)

p.s. While I enjoy and applaud cultural and diversity celebrations, display booths with Indian art and the odd Native dance demonstration don't cut it.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

My Working Philosophy of Education (as of July 2008)


“Be the change you wish to see in the world.”
Mahatma Gandhi

I am interested in the expansion and realization of human potential—for myself and for others. I am a person who has done a lot of work on myself. I have led and continue to lead an examined life. I am serious about working to create balance, depth and health in my life. Still, I have suffered and continue to suffer from the limited beliefs about myself that came to me through the usual conduits: family, school, and society. It is very difficult to break free of these bonds on the mind. I struggle with these daily. My main purpose as a teacher is to expose my students to their potential beyond these bonds.

I find the story of the elephant and the rope illustrative. The baby elephant’s leg is tied to a tree with a thin rope to keep him from wandering off. He grows up and his owner still uses a rope; it is one that he could easily break. But he never does because he thinks he can’t, even when the jungle is burning around him. To me this epitomizes humanity. We are stuck in what passes for normal, mired in habits, rarely able to break free from our figurative ropes. Not only does this cause individual pain, I believe it has led us to the glaring global problems we are facing. Microcosmically and macrocosmically, we need a shift.

Though I am grateful to be a woman born in the second half of the 20th century in a relatively tolerant country, I believe the Canada we live in is still quite a backward society. When my first daughter was two I had this realization that societally we are at the emotional maturity level of a two-year-old. Give me. Mine. Shiny. Pretty. Sweet. Bigger. More. And do we ever need somebody to clean our diaper (think tar sands, for instance). For the sake of my children, and all children, I want the human race to grow up. I would like to see the often frightening speed of change that we are witnessing in the world become a whole paradigm shift—from competition to compassion, from separation to connectedness, from ego-based living to soul-based living.

Because of my life experiences I have acquired a wisdom that I would like to share with others. On the other hand (the less evolved hand), I get very impatient. What seems obvious to me is not obvious to others. This, for instance, is obvious to me: we live in a world that is radically out of balance. I choose to use the terminology of energy; I believe we live in a world that, although there has been progress, is the continuation of millennia of masculine energy systems. By masculine energy I mean the hard energy of build! fight! achieve! win! as opposed to such feminine energy qualities as softness, openness, acceptance, nurturing. Push vs. flow. Intellect vs. intuition. (In my rational moments, I do not find it useful to blame men or even use the term “patriarchy.” Humans embody both of these energies.) That overbalance to the masculine has brought us to where we are today.
By where we are today I mean the deep trouble we are in: global poverty, engrained and systematized misogyny, disintegration of families, addiction, sexualization of children, war and insanely advanced weaponry, violence, greed, pollution, global warming, etc. There are, of course, also examples from where we are today that indicate progress. In my world, one manifestation that I find very heartening is that of the involved and loving father, a rare animal when I was a kid. We just have such a long way to go. It’s a big job, a job that feels seriously urgent to me, and I consider it my personal mission to be part of the solution.

In my teaching life, for instance, I consider it my responsibility to address these problems, although I often find it wiser to do so indirectly. While the subject of global ills does come up in my classes (I am a contract instructor at Lethbridge College and occasionally at the U of L, mostly teaching public speaking and writing), I don’t find it constructive to make my concerns the main focus; to persuade I have to understand my audience. In other words, I have come to the conclusion that passing on my knowledge is not necessarily useful. Knowledge does not necessarily change behaviour and I do see my role as an agent for that kind of change. What is more useful is finding ways—what might be called curriculum—of getting people to expand their minds. When people have more clarity and openness in their thinking, whether you would term it critical thinking, creative thinking or caring thinking, this is when changes can occur. Critical thinking: why do I think this? Can this idea be supported? Creative thinking: why don’t I try this and see how this might work? Or caring thinking: how might this affect others? Even just for a moment, they get beyond their small world and look at a bigger picture. When small worlds shift, so does the big world.

Clarity and openness are difficult to attain and maintain—there are many conflicting and loaded messages out there. Even with clarity, learning is not simple. Learning is an ongoing, lifelong process. Learning is about constant reevaluation. A simple example is that of the 46-year-old mother of two young kids (okay, me) who knows she should exercise and eat vegetables (I mean, who doesn’t know this?). She even believes she would probably feel better if she made better dietary choices and walked around the block once in a while. But her current habits work for now for various reasons. Her learning is ongoing as is her life. Her kids will grow and she may figure out a way to fit in more time for self-care, she may feel so crappy after eating too many spudnuts that she goes on a salad binge, who knows where this learning process will go? Learning is a lot about muddling along and finding what works. With my students it’s about giving them experiences that change how they look at themselves and the world; they find new ways to make things work, literally and figuratively.
I had no conscious intention of becoming a teacher; I was a freelance journalist and an artist living on the edge. Very strong inner urgings, however, drew me to deepen my yoga practice and in the mid to late 1990s I went to do that at Kripalu Center, in Lenox, Massachusetts, which is (or was at the time) the largest holistic health and yoga studies institution in the US. Through what I consider to be karma (which is a kind of knowing that comes from a deeper source than the conscious mind), but what other people might call coincidence, I began leading yoga classes and experiential workshops there like it was what I was born to do.

I led yoga sessions; I led groups in creative activities like writing, drawing and painting; I led partner massage and conscious communication workshops. I am able to let go of needing something specific to happen; I can hold the space, set an intention and let whatever happens happen. “Holding the space” is about trusting the integrity of the moment and the group; it’s also about paying attention and guiding, not getting off track and keeping firm boundaries. For these types of activities, I don’t require a “right way” to do things. But it is sad to see how brainwashed we are to think there has to be one. Much of what I do is about helping people let go of their fear of making mistakes. In the beginning of my art workshops, for instance, I’d get participants to chant, “I’m allowed to fuck up! I’m allowed to fuck up!” In partner massage workshops, I used to tell the participants, “If you have a kind intention, you are giving a gift.” When I lead yoga classes, I encourage people to focus on what their own bodies need rather than feeling they have to follow everything that I do. Giving people permission to not be perfect and to do what feels right to them is extremely empowering. Indeed, these preconditions are essential to allowing creativity. Sadly, they are missing from any mainstream educational institution that I’ve been part of.

Still, I have come to teaching in more traditional environments with my imported attitude that I am there to hold the space and facilitate. I have also come to the traditional post-secondary environment with a kind of depressed shock and awe to see that so many of my students are like zombies. I find it particularly depressing because I was just like them when I did my undergrad and I graduated 25 years ago. So little progress!

I was 17 when I arrived at university; I had a scholarship; I had been the top student all through school. Getting kudos for my high marks was enough reason for me to do what I’d been doing. But at university a) there were lots of other smart people and b) spewing back information and knowing facts didn't quite cut it and c) I had no idea what I wanted "to do" once I realized that the routes for "success" fed me nothing. Suddenly, I had NO IDEA why I was there.

Many of my students also have no idea why they are on their way to a post-secondary degree or diploma. All they think they know is that they have to get a degree to be competitive in the job market, which is in many ways a lie. Some of them are lucky enough to have some clue about what they want to do and they head into more technical training. But so many of them are drowning—in family trouble, in addiction, in debt, in roommate crap, in job/school juggle, and/or just trapped by media/parental/peer messages about who they "should" be. I see NOTHING telling them about what awaits them when they leave school. In fact, I see the opposite. Getting a career for real? Ha. Good luck.

THIS is what the education system needs to address! My eldest daughter is going into grade two. She is in an ostensibly more enlightened program, the Montessori program, which is based on allowing children to follow their own curiosity and creativity. Yet much of her curriculum is about learning facts (know! be right!). From a young age we stifle the natural creativity of children by getting them to rehash, emphasizing correctness and measuring them (which always ends up pitting them against each other—win!). What is missing from so many of my college kids is any sense of knowing or trying to know answers to questions like: “How is this meaningful to me?” or even “What is meaningful to me?” or especially “Why is this meaningful to me?” This has been sucked out of them by our present education system and by the ease with which they are influenced by messages about what is “normal” or “valuable.”

First and foremost, we need to address what are sometimes called higher order needs: humans need love and joy; they need to value themselves; they need meaning and beauty in their lives. When people feel good about themselves, they are able to thrive and even ride out many tribulations (e.g. recently, in a Globe and Mail special report on mental health, a man said something like: “I’d rather be paralyzed or lose a limb than be depressed.”) Our lower order needs (food, shelter, etc.) are being met to the extent of global disaster because the higher order needs are hardly acknowledged. When these higher order needs are not addressed, learning also becomes difficult. Like my drowning students struggling to make sense of things, how can they take anything in when their worlds are upside down?

Ironically, there exists a set of humans who have an innate ability to access these higher order feelings. They are called children and we are busy screwing them over as I write. Why is it that we bring children to maturity without their childlike beauty and joy intact? We tell ourselves this is life. Our adult worldview does not let us see that joy and an open heart are part of our human birthright. Do I feel ripped off? Big time. I’d very much like to see the cycle stopped.

Pretty much every non-child walking the earth today operates out of a sense of self-worth that is attached to their ego (I am not exempt, of course). Healthy self-worth is childlike, i.e. not about what a great person you are but about feeling comfortable in your own skin. The actions that have brought us to the problems of today’s world were not created by people who feel comfortable in their skins but by people who need to make up for that lack of comfort, i.e. all of us.

I actually have a prescription. I cannot claim to know exactly how it will work but I do believe that if enough of us practice it that norms will change. I have actually created an interdisciplinary lifelong art project (The Human Body Project) that is my own take on how this prescription might look. Here it is: we need to viscerally feel and accept our own vulnerability as flawed, physical, mortal beings. I believe that the more that we allow ourselves to understand and accept this in the felt sense, the more we will treat ourselves, each other, and the earth with care. I believe that this understanding will also lead us closer to the return of such childhood abilities as openness and joy.

Real learning requires vulnerability; no one can learn without making mistakes. Everyone has to begin where they are in the moment. One of the reasons that I know I’m meant to be a teacher is that I am a better person in the classroom. I am very tolerant and patient in a way that I am not outside of the classroom. I also understand the struggle of wrestling with my own preconceptions and habits. I know in a very deep, personal, and often painful way how difficult it is to go beyond my comfort zone.

Every time I walk into a classroom, I am operating from the point of view that these people, like me, deserve to feel their humanity. In other words, my first job is to love my students. My second job is to be a model for them. I allow myself to be vulnerable; I am one of them, not some infallible authority. My own vulnerability allows them to feel safe to explore their own. My third job is to provide experiences in a safe environment where they are able to take chances, make mistakes, and open up to a bigger way of thinking. A way of thinking that is critical, creative and caring. A way of thinking beyond limiting and deceiving norms or preconceptions. People learn from example and experience, not from being told—just look at the world.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

ED 5850 Assignment A (Preparedness for 21st Century Learning): Part One

Background For HBP Blog Readers
This and the following post comprise an assignment I've written for my ED5850 class (Using Emergent Technologies to Support School Improvement) in the Masters of Education program at the University of Lethbridge. I thought at least parts of it might be of interest to HBP blog readers.
Background For My Instructors
As I’ve written in the ED5850 forums, who I am as a person is integral to who I am as an artist and a teacher. My mission for these roles is connected: I have a strong calling to use my own struggles with vulnerability and my own understanding of vulnerability to do whatever I can do to move humanity forward. As a mother, especially, I feel a deep sense of urgency. Survival of the fittest no longer cuts it in the interconnected world of the 21st century--I believe that we humans need to move to an expanded paradigm in order to survive, one that includes compassion in all of our endeavours (for ourselves, for each other and for the earth).
I am just one of many people who are concerned about the atrocious problems of the world, people who would also like to see this paradigm shift. Most of us have no idea what to do, though. In my independent art project, the Human Body Project (for more explanation, see the Human Body Project website), I can be seen as a teacher to my audience of something we can actually do to make change. By using my naked body as a human “sample” I offer an experiential learning opportunity. In essence, I am saying: “Use me as a starting point to explore in a felt sense your own human vulnerability.” That felt experience is the key, difficult though it may be. Like a classroom or workshop, I offer a place or situation where people can have permission and a chance to learn how. Also, like a teacher/facilitator, I offer outcomes: the more we deal with our own vulnerability the more we will be able to feel connected and compassionate; the more we feel it, the more we live it.
My mission and my art project are actually very related to the main subject I teach, public speaking at Lethbridge College. (I have also taught writing courses at the U of L and LC). What I am doing in my art project is, in some sense, a modeling for what students do in class. Whether students want to or not, they have to explore their vulnerability in a public speaking class. Also, whether they are conscious of it or not, students have a strong need to connect and form community. When a student speaks in public he or she is putting him or herself out there. And almost everyone has some kind of edge around that. My main job as an instructor of this class is to create a supportive environment so that students can feel safe in their vulnerability. The “we’re all in the same boat” message applies to both my art project and my class. I think I can say that when students leave my class they are not only better speakers, they have also experienced being part of a caring community.
For this assignment, I will address both my class at the college and my art project.
ICT-Related Vision/Place in Contemporary Educational Thinking
Human Body Project:
The project is an ongoing one that mostly “lives” on the website anchored by an artist statement, documentation of the events, and my blog. I have had an “if you build it they will come” mentality about the site and, indeed, people from all over have contacted me to tell me that they have been moved by the project. It is necessary for the project to have an Internet presence to reach people.
My vision for it would be that the video documentation of the events would be there now (in reality I haven’t caught up on editing for about two years); and the photos and participant art and other website updates could be done easily and quickly. I would also be reaching lots more people and project events would be webcast or have their own reality TV show.
My project is very much about experiential learning, i.e. actually learning to deal with feelings of vulnerability (who does not avoid this?) vs. intellectual knowledge of our mortality (who does not know this?).
Public speaking class: There are two main ways I’d like to use emergent technology to expand what we do in class.
1) I’d love to see students really willing to stand up for themselves and for their views in a way that reaches beyond the classroom. We already record student speeches. I’d like to experiment with getting students to post their recorded speeches on MySpace or facebook or YouTube as a means of reaching further outwards.
2) I’d like as many students as possible to engage in critiquing presentations and for them to understand more clearly the possible diversity of their audiences. For these purposes, I’d like to use Turning Point student response system “clickers.”
Using Internet sharing/networking sites addresses the concept of authentic learning. Students will be encouraged to use sites where they are already “hanging out.” Using Turning Point also addresses the concepts of differentiated learning and universal design for learning. First of all, use of the “clickers” is tactile and in the moment. But, also, the anonymity of the responses helps to engage the more reticent students.
Synopsis (My Area at Lethbridge College)
I am a contract instructor, meaning I never know what I’ll be doing from one term to the next, but I have been teaching at least one section of the public speaking course almost every term since 2004. The usual class size is between 20-30 students. I am one of four regular public speaking instructors. The course is part of the General Studies program at the college but business students are also required to take it. My classes are usually at least half business students, 40%-ish general studies students and a smattering of CIT (Computer and Information Technology) and nursing students. (The class can be used as a U of L transfer GLER elective.)


Tuesday, May 6, 2008

A Compliment or Two (plus I think I'm going to like the M Ed program)

You gotta love a good compliment like the one I got recently which will last me for at least a year or so.

A woman I know is really charming and smart and funny and young (like maybe 15 years younger than me, the possible great-grandmother). She also looks like a movie star. Anyway, her husband was watching me on video because this gal had interviewed me and she told me he liked what I said and thought I was good-looking!

I mean how great is that? That's high praise coming from the man married to this gal! I like that compliment and will now cancel out the great-grandmother comment forever.

Also, a very lovely woman who I don't know very well but really like told me she felt a connection with me and that felt very affirming. I always feel so dangling way out there but maybe that perception can melt away soon.

And I started the M Ed program and, while I'm worried about being able to do the work, I'm excited about it. Yay.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Some Recent Comments About The Last Event

I thought I'd finally get around to posting some recent comments people have sent me via e-mail:
HI Tasha:
I finally have the opportunity to comment on this amazingly powerful event.
I am not sure what I was expecting, I have never helped out in an art exhibition before.
What I wanted to share with you is that you had an amazing impact on several people that night. Those women who joined you at the centre of the room with their clothes removed, needed also to express themselves in a way that was totally unexpected. These women were obviously struggling with issues in their lives as we all do, and needed a healthy and unique way to express themselves. I believe they gained a great sense of strength from the project.
I will assume that their involvement was completely unexpected. I think that the simple act of you allowing them to be vulnerable with you…actually gave them the sense of acceptance in knowing that others also struggle…women struggle for many reasons. As we heard, men also struggle. I am thankful to have had the opportunity to experience this incredibly meaningful experience.
You mentioned that it was for yourself that you were doing this. I believe however, you understand that others benefit from your work and that your work, as with all art forms, can have deep meaning for those who experience it. I got very positive feelings from this event and I hope you also realize the impact that you had. I am very proud of you!
I do not know if we ever get any answers to some of the questions we have in life. I believe that people are good and that when we are able to take just a moment to centre ourselves, we can make an impact, and that should make us feel good. When we focus on the good that is within our own selves and reach out to others we allow that goodness to grow. I do not mean to say that we ignore those things within us that need work…it all begins with awareness, consciousness, acceptance…
YOU DID GOOD!! I encourage you to seek the ways that you allow your goodness to grow everyday, and…I will also ask you this, what are the things that have caused you to question the goodness in yourself and the goodness that is in the world? You are a teacher and an expressive person who is able to empower others…what a wonderful gift!
Thank you again, Tasha
Take Care
Rumi

I just saw your Human Body Project Group and I have to say how happy I am that you have taken the time to do this. I remember seeing the project in the SAAG and it affected me in different ways. I wasn't sure if I should be looking at it and avert my eyes, should be uncomfortable, should be upset by it...
I think we are so separated from those things that are most natural that when we are confronted by them, we don't know what to think, act, and feel.
I was wondering when your next event will be. I would love to be there.
Bravo for doing those things that the rest of us are afraid to do.
L.


Hey Tasha--I just wanted to express to you how grateful I am for being able to witness yet another event that made people dig deep into their own sense of worth-my own included. I had grand visions of being much more helpful than I actually was and instead was the one who walked away -yet again- from the experience much richer. I know I still do not know you well-but I can tell you that I like how you make me think. I think you are a grand person Tasha and I hope I get to know you better. Have a fabulous day!--- Joanne

Hey, Tash,

I've been meaning to talk to you since your show (which I loved, by the way!) It stimulated a tremendous amount of thought on my part; I hadn't realised how much I had subconsciously been thinking about these same issues. It was the oddest experience: I came home and started telling B. about it and I just started crying - couldn't stop - it was like that evening had unlocked some latent anxieties that I didn't know I had. Poor B. - he wasn't quite sure what to make of it all, but then, neither did I. Anyway, it did me a lot of good. Thanks for that. You must have been thrilled with the turn out and response. Fascinating to see and hear the male perspective. I was very intrigued with the one guy though very glad I didn't have to see his video - ha ha!!

A.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Trudge, Trudge

I am supposedly starting in the M Ed program at the U of L next week. I am not excited about it. I have to pay money, take time and use energy to move toward getting a degree so I can have more opportunity (one hopes) to do what I am already really good at. Not so I will get better at what I am already really good at. But so I have the right piece of paper.

I find it really irritating and hilarious that one of the main reasons I was accepted into the program is that I have a Bachelor's degree. I finished my BA 25 years ago. I am not exaggerating when I say that I learned almost nothing at university. I was 21 when I graduated. Incredibly naive. But I knew how to write sentences. Since then, I have learned a great deal and become a very wise person. Who gives a shit? The fact that the education system is based on marks in regulated classes seems very flawed and limited, not the be-all-end-all we're stuck with.

Anyway, I'll see how it goes. Maybe it will be interesting or fun. It's just that I feel shitty and it feels like a burden.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Tasha, Naked Moderator

I seem to finally be rising out of a deep dip into sickness since the event over two weeks ago. I haven't thought much about the event. Just kind of surviving at being a mom and being thankful that my husband picks up a lot of the slack and doesn't mind frozen shit for dinner.

I wanted to write more about the last event but it's kind of not fresh in my mind now. Two words that people either spoke or wrote interest me. Purity. Spontaneity. Both of these concepts matter a lot to me. During the event I was happy to hear from Megan that she felt she had experienced purity. I realize that I need and want these higher, deeper feelings and that it's difficult to experience them in the dumbed-down consumerism water that we swim in. Here's an analogy. Lethbridge. Got a lot going for it but not a pretty place (besides the natural beauty of the coulees and river valley--thank God for something!). The architecture is ugly, the mostly new housing developments are ugly, the downtown is ugly, big box store-land is ugly. It's western North America. Built for cars, commercialization, function, economies of scale and lack of imagination. Regulated ugliness. And with the world's ugliest university! But, hey, some people think Arthur Erickson is a genius.

Everybody is used to ugly and most people don't even notice that they're missing something: beauty.

Or good food. I am always amazed that my students will reveal that they have never tasted eggplant or black olives or cilantro or frickin real cheddar cheese. Yet they will tell you that Moxie's is the best restaurant in town (sadly, it is up there). I know I probably sound like a snob, but it's depressing to me that people aren't aware of good food. I need beauty. I need delicious food. I need purity and spontaneity. But the world isn't set up for that. By purity, I mean something like real connection, real emotion. And by spontaneity, I mean just letting things happen.

I teach public speaking at the college. I love it. One thing I often say to my husband is that during my class I get to create the world the way I want it. It's not that hard. We make some agreements. We agree that we're allowed to disagree. We agree to listen to each other. We agree to support each other. We agree not to trash talk. We agree to use constructive criticism.

Everybody gets a lot of standing ovations including me. Even though I basically make them do it, I love my standing ovations. We have a lot of fun and everyone improves. The group gets really tight. I teach it like a workshop so I hardly lecture; we discuss speeches in the moment. Spontaneity and connection--it's a joy for me and for the students.

I realized that the last Human Body Project event felt like a space and time where I got to create another environment that allowed me and the people who were there to more fully and deeply experience our humanity. Not everyone necessarily is missing that or requiring that; but many of us are and we have nowhere to go. Some people are able to choose religion but, for me and many others, the dogma (and trash talk) of religion is off-putting.

During the last event I recall myself talking more than I probably needed to. But I enjoyed much of the discussion that went on. It felt thoughtful and sincere. I was really moved by the women joining me--they made their decisions in the moment. I was moved by the humanity of the men present. There was a lot of connection, spontaneity, openness, authenticity. It makes me see how much I yearn for this in my life.

One woman wrote that she wonders how something like this can continue to be spontaneous. I do wonder that myself. When I worked at Kripalu Center in Massachusetts, I was amazed at how easy it was for me to teach experiential workshops. I have a real ability to let things happen. I get in my way sometimes too (like talking too much at the last event). But as I used to tell my creativity classes to chant: I'm allowed to fuck up. I think if I can dream up a way to make HBP into some kind of ongoing thing, I'll just have to trust my facilitator skills.

I'm running out of steam here. Not sure how coherent this is.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Back to HBP and HBP blog

It's been more than a year since I've blogged and more than a year since I've given much time to this project. And now I'm about to get naked again which as an artist I find quite interesting and as me, an aging 46-year-old woman, I find quite stressful. The week before naked time is always weird.

One thing that is really going on for me is that my husband will see me naked and for him, of all people, I'd rather look different. This is a) my own shit and b) idiotic because, besides my kids, he is the only person who regularly sees me naked anyway. But I am furtively naked with Dave. I weigh 15 pounds more than before Sophia. My breastfeeding boobs are gone and my boobs are small and somewhat saggy. The boob to hip/thigh ratio is not what I would choose. A friend recently asked me if I was ten years older than my husband (I'm two years younger) and a lady, seeing me with Sophia, asked if I was her grandmother or great-grandmother. I seem to be bearing out the commonly held attitude that nature is not kind to women. And I suffer this.

I hate that I expend energy on this. My husband and kids love me. My husband desires me. This body created two beautiful beings. For me, this project is about learning to love myself. Fuck, it's hard work. I'm so not trained that way.

Another thing that is going on for me is that I feel like shit. I've written in the past about my illness. One thing I thought might happen with this project is that it would be a healing exercise for me. I still think that's true but what a fucking process. No instant healing catharses for this gal. My latest ailments include severe back ache, dizzy/fuzzy brain, fatigue and certain difficulties of the nether regions that I can't yet bring myself to write about.

Those of you lucky enough to have faith in the medical paradigm will be glad to know that I have been diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome. No surprises there. Not much they can do (antidepressants are often prescribed; I have little faith in the worth of those drugs and many studies bear out my misgivings). I have been arriving at a not yet fully articulated, updated interpretation of my illness. First of all, I still understand it to be a whole-person/mind-body-spirit disorder. I also have some curiosity about the idea that there are some of us who are the "filters" of dysfunction, in other words either we feel it more or our bodies actually clear energy for the larger group. Anyway, I am coming to believe that my illness and struggles mirror the dysfunction of our times.

To try to explain... another thing that goes on for me, something that is very painful for me, is my invisibility and how little who I am is valued. This is difficult to write about because I presume I come across as some kind of egomaniac. But that is not my point. I believe I have awareness and wisdom that is completely underutilized. I am a mother who fully understands the beauty and sacredness of children and the mother-child bond. I live in a culture that has no interest in mothering the mothers. I am a contract teacher at the college (and sometimes at the U)--the absolute lowest on the ladder. I have no job security, no membership in the "club", no credibility without the right letters after my name, etc. Yet I am the kind of teacher who makes a difference in people's lives. I see so many simple ways that the education system could be improved--but they require changes in attitude.

As an artist, I chose to basically ignore the established route to be an artist because I believe first and foremost in nurturing creativity. I don't understand the bulldog grip the established art world has on focusing on the intellect (well, fundamentally, I'd say it's about being safe and avoiding too much emotion). As a woman, I'm expected to be hot, a good mother, a good wife and a successful something-or-other. My body with its menstrual cycles and post-childbirth, aging sagginess should not be discussed. As a person, I feel deep feelings about the atrocities of this world and the future for my children--again, not for polite company.

I am not alone in living with what I call this non-alignment. I don't think I'm even that unique as a person who is sick because of it. Maybe my take on it can make a difference for others. And as I work through it here, I hope I can arrive at more self-acceptance. I do feel like I am moving forward, slow as it seems.