What we let fear do to us. The list is endless, isn’t it? Fellow Zen blogger Petteri has an excellent post on the topic, of which I’d like to take up the following:
I read a bit of news reporting a few months ago where they had interviewed three people, one born in the 1950’s, one in the 1970’s, and one in the 1990’s, in a certain part of Helsinki. They’d asked them to map out the physical territory they roamed as children below the age of 12. The 1950’s kid was all over the place, shooting rats at the harbor with a BB gun, climbing the rocky vacant lots in Kallio, getting into scraps with the kids from the neighboring neighborhood, taking long walks to Seurasaari, and so on. The 1970’s kid’s map covered the general quarter of the town pretty well, but had none of the 1950’s kid’s expeditions. The 1990’s kid went to school, some friends houses nearby, and was driven by his parents to do sports and other hobbies. His map had a few disconnected spots on it.
It’s really similar here in the States. And there are many reasons behind this shift. A heavy emphasis on the privatized, nuclear family model as the “best” way to raise children. A huge increase in reporting about child abductions and like situations, to the point where people think there’s a bad guy lurking behind every tree, waiting to take their kids. Another factor is the increased reliance on cars and other motor vehicles, to the point where our towns and cities are constructed to compliment motor vehicles, and often at the expense of safe places to play, bike, and recreate.
Petteri goes on to say that while Helsinki is a safer city now than it was in the 1950s, people live as if the opposite were true. Which is something I’ve seen here as well.
And like Petteri, I also feel that there are various fears underlying these attitudes; some maybe legitimate, but also some are completely concocted and reinforced socially.
However, I can’t help but think about, for example, the ways in which how we choose to structure communities impacts our heart/minds. Or how we choose to group ourselves, such as our family structures, and how that also impacts our heart/minds.
Actually, when I read Petteri’s post, the first thing that came to mind is something I have thought about off and on for years.
How do we mindfully build communities? How can we shift both physical and social structures in order to live together in a more awakened way?
Because having more and more people living in securitized, suburban-styled places where the only safe way to move in and out is by car is a recipe for disaster. And while there are signs of different models of community development gaining traction, it’s amazing how much fuss putting a single bike lane on a city street causes, or how much resistance there is to efforts to create a park out of a stretch of a shoddy freeway access road (both things I’ve seen here in St. Paul, Minnesota). Because so many people have structured their lives around driving quickly between various points, that still seems to trump nearly everything else, even in this age of higher gas prices and assumptions that the oil age is slowly (or even quickly) on its way out.
Over the years, I have watched the planning processes unfold for a series of inner city bike trails, for a light-rail train network, and for creating more “green space” within our two cities (Minneapolis-St. Paul). And while some great strides have been made, I have noticed that even the planners are at odds with themselves. On the one hand, sharing the visions they have for what probably would be a healthier, more integrated community, and on the other hand, saying and doing anything and everything to appeased the pissed off people who show up complaining about reduced speed limits, reduced car parking, and any general loss of ease in getting around quickly.
And yet, as someone who has never been a car driver, I look at wonder when people claim to “know their community.” How can you truly know your community when you spend the majority of your time whizzing through it in a plastic and metal bubble? When you don’t even know your neighbor’s name?
Again, I know this doesn’t describe everyone. I can even think of counter-examples in my community here, like the highly connected block where my mother lives. I also think of all the community gardens that have sprung up in the past decade, sometimes bringing together large parts of entire neighborhoods. However, these examples haven’t really translated for the most part into how we collectively handle the larger communities we live in. Big business, the whims of building contractors, and car-centric design still rule most of the day, even in fairly progressive places. It’s like there are little enclaves tucked away here and there within a sea of people living in the same space, but sharing little if anything else.
Which just leads me back to the question: how do we mindfully build communities?
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Thich Nhat Hanh © Parallax Press
Hi Nathan
This topic has been on my mind a lot of late. I remember growing up as a child, roaming free, leaving early in the morning and getting home just in time for dinner. They seemed care free days for me and stress free days for my parents.
Now I have a young daughter of my own. The freedom I had filled me with a great deal of confidence in my ability to do anything I set my mind to. I want my daughter to grow up with similar confidence building opportunities. I too have fears but Instead of confining her to our backyard we explore our neighborhood and local environment together. I teach her that our community is our playground, our neighbours are part of our family and that we all have something in common, our humanity.
I have never had a complaint that she is walking on someone’s fence, has picked a flower from someone’s garden or posted a bulletin on the telegraph mourning the loss of our pets.
We are now living in a townhouse complex, and our home has become a hangout for other young children and their parents in our immediate complex. We also spontaneously go out on mini adventures together which is wonderful and fun. There is no judgement, no feelings of intruding, just a knowing smile between parents that our children are growing up in an environment where they are making human connections and that we are providing them the opportunity to do so.
I am relocating in less than a years time. I will miss being a part of the community that I am currently in. Communities don’t just happen. You have to let the people that live around you into your heart and welcome them into your home and drop in on them sometimes too. It is made much easier though when there are no fences or yards separating the front entrances to your home, when your homes are so small that you must get out to stretch your legs and extend your vision every now and then, and if instead of driving you walk and take the time to appreciate the beauty with ourselves, our neighbours and our surrounds.
Kind Regards
Pen