Friday, September 16, 2022

The Mentor

Who are your mentors? Who have you mentored? These intriguing questions are the topic for today’s Men’s Group and as always, I find it useful to begin with a working definition of "mentor." Like so many words in our current language, this one has been bandied about too casually, the depth of its meaning reduced to something quite different.

 

For example, in my field of Orff Schulwerk music education, people were asked to name their mentors in a newsletter article and someone named someone he had taken one workshop with. The person he named would not know who his alleged mentee was. In another program, people sign up for a mentor and are assigned someone. Both these examples do disservice to the word. 

 

The original word comes from the Odyssey. With his father Odysseus gone for ten years fighting in the Trojan War and another ten years trying to get back home, a young Telemachus is struggling to come into his adulthood without the model or counsel of his father. Suitors vying for the hand of his mother have taken over his house and it is beyond his capacity to effectively stand up to them. This is the moment when an old friend of Odysseus' and seasoned sailor enters the story and serves to guide and counsel the disoriented youth. His name? Mentor. As a sailor, he knows how to navigate stormy seas and helps the young man captain the vessel of his own soul. And the plot thickens further when the Goddess Athena uses Mentor as the vehicle for her own voice of wisdom. As described by Michael Meade in his book The Genius Myth:

 

“Mentor acts as a vessel through which a divine intelligence speaks and stirs the life spirit of young people, but he also seeks to respond to the historical and cultural issues of the day. Mentoring is a creative work in the sense that something is being born or fashioned that can alter the world. Mentoring is an art that brings otherworldly knowledge and inspiration to a situation that otherwise seems overwhelming, unjust or hopeless.” (pp 129-130)

 

In this root story of mentoring, an elder is instructing a youth in the art of life. As the term grew to be understood in the centuries that followed, it is mostly associated with learning the details of a particular craft or field of study. The apprenticeship model of learning has qualities of mentoring, but some distinctions as well. In most cases, the apprentice can choose a teacher to study with, but mentoring in its full dimension is less about choice or more about being chosen. Some qualities of true mentorship include: 

 

• It begins as a mutual recognition of a shared passion, be it mathematics, metalworking, music or meditation. 

 

• It arises when the elder (often ten to twenty years older) sees with the eyes of the heart the promise of the youth. 

 

• The youth cannot choose the elder or be assigned to her.

 

• The initial meeting, the moment of recognition, can neither be planned nor scheduled. 

 

• There is a felt presence of something larger than the details of the craft, Athena’s divine intelligence speaking through the relationship. 

 

• Mentorship is not a one-time meeting, but an ongoing relationship. It sometimes moves from student to colleague and sometimes the student surpasses the teacher. Sometimes breaks from the teacher to go off on her own, sometimes breaks with the teacher to follow a new road (as Jung broke from Freud). But mostly it is a constant checking-in, even when separated by time, distance or even death, the mentor’s imagined words coming in times of need. “What would he do? What would she say in this situation?”

 

In James Hillman’s superb book The Soul’s Code, he devotes an entire chapter to describing the moments in which famous people were first seen —and their lives changed forever. The bullfighter Manolete, Gertrude Stein, Alexander Hamilton, Charles Darwin, Truman Capote, Golda Meir, James Baldwin and more were all misfits who didn’t quite fit into the social norms, were dismissed and disparaged by their parents or ministers or teachers until someone saw their true genius and gave them their full attention. Once we are perceived in the essence of our Soul’s purpose, our life can begin to bloom. 

 

Once the relationship begins, the Soul’s unfolding is set in motion. The “ment” in mentor is also in “mental” and refers to the thinking reflective mind which the mentor is trying to awaken in the mentee. The mentor will teach the specialized knowledge, but also tell the stories that are part of the lore of a particular tradition. He or she will work side-by-side with the student, bent together under the hood of the car, sharing the piano bench, sitting next to each other on the meditation platform. There is a vibration-to-vibration quality of transmission beyond the words or physical techniques. The two will share meals together, meet each other’s friends and families, go out and do things in the world. There is no curriculum or written rubric or tests to be taken beyond their mutual presence and styles of thought, action and imaginative creations.  

 

A mentor can have qualities of a teacher, coach, counselor, adviser, friend and each of those can have some qualities of a mentor. But a true mentor is a thing apart, a rarity, a blessing. We will have many teachers, friends, coaches and such, but we can count ourselves lucky if we have one in our lifetime. 

 

And I do. When asked who is my mentor, there is not a moment’s pause before I answer Avon Gillespie. He was some 13 years older, a teacher of Orff Schulwerk who recognized the way I might fit in that calling, called me over with his beckoning finger and began working through my raw, uncooked promise, with his living example, his words, his frowns and smiles as he sat to the side to watch my teach. When he first invited me to teach with him, I lived at his house with Rick Layton, another promising young teacher Avon had tapped on the shoulder. We cooked together, drove to the course together, laughed together, hosted a party or two, went to the 4th of July firework display. In short, lived a bit of the whole life far larger than the instruction in a classroom. He died in 1989, but to this day, his voice is in my ear and I feel his presence in my workshops.

 

When reflecting on my mentors, I thought about my Zen teacher Joshu Sasaki Roshi, about my jazz piano teacher Art Lande, about another Orff teacher Richard Gill. They all were influential in my life, but they were not mentors. They did not recognize in me that capacity to represent the field or move anything further down the field. And they were right. I often longed for more recognition than I got, but the chemistry wasn’t there, the stylistic similarities, the talent. My contribution was to be in Orff music education, not Zen or jazz, and a particular style of that interpretation of the Schulwerk more aligned with Avon than Richard Gill. 

 

When reflecting on the people who I feel I’ve mentored— James Harding, Susan Kennedy, Estevao Marquez, Joshi Marshall, Tom Pierre and now my ongoing work with Yari Mander— almost all the qualities above feel present. I’ve taught thousands of teachers, but these are some of those who I felt both the connection with and the opportunity to continue the conversation. 

 

With all this in mind, let’s return to the original question. Who are your mentors? Who have you mentored?  

Thursday, September 15, 2022

The Power of a Single Letter

Genuine change often feels daunting, requiring a whole new vocabulary to change what doesn’t work to what does, shift sorrow to happiness, exclusion to inclusion. But sometimes transformation is as close as a shift of a single letter. Consider these examples:

 

Toxic/ Tonic:We can use our powers to continue toxic attitudes and practices or shift them to offer up a healing tonic.

 

• Soul/ Soil: We can bring the full measure of our soul into our actions or soil the enterprise with our narrow and dirty small self.

 

• Belonging/ Belongings: We can work to both create our own surety of belonging to this world and invite others to feel that they belong or waste our time simply gathering belongings.

 

• Mind/Mine: We can pay attention, pay mind to the wonders around us, take care of them as we mind the store— or simply rampage around grabbing things of the shelf chanting “Mine! Mine! Mine!”

 

• Eternal/ External: We can lower ourselves down into the soothing waters of the present moment and feel our connection with the eternal or treat the world as wholly outside of ourselves, an external backdrop for our puny human drama.

 

• Celebrate/ Celibate: Take your pick. But keep in mind the dour faces and stiff bodies of the Puritans. 

 

Add your own pairs below.

 

Wednesday, September 14, 2022

What It Takes To Be a Teacher

Hello, young teachers! Have you heard that there is a teacher shortage in the United States? We need you! Are you enthusiastic, intelligent, compassionate, imaginative? Do you love children? Are you dedicated to passing on the heights of human achievement in a vote for a brighter future for all? Well, come on in!! 

 

But before you start, just a few things you have to get out of the way. Here’s the list. 

 

• Fingerprinting for a FBI background check. (Martin Luther King, we will not be hiring you.)

 

• Seven hour training for mandatory reporting of child abuse. (Yes, we know we can communicate the necessary information in 45 minutes, but hey, you've got time on your hands. )


• Tech training to achieve fluency in Google Drive, Google Meet, Zoom, See-saw, Schoology, Parent Square, Padlet, Flipgrid, Powerpoint and the next ten technologies to come down the pike. (What you learn this year will be obsolete next year.)

 

• Diversity training that includes the new forbidden words and songs and stories. (If you are teaching yoga to the kids and say "Namaste" in Alabama, you’re indoctrinating the children into the ways of the Hindu devil. If you say it in California, you’re culturally appropriating the word that means “I greet the divine in you from the divine in me.” Unless you’re a Hindu Indian, this is off-limits.)

 

• Training in the school’s lockdown procedure should a school shooter appear on campus. (Consider training yourself in gun sharpshooting and have your weapon in your desk drawer next to your pencils and erasers.)

 

• Recommendations that you have a lawyer ready if you say something that triggers a student’s “trauma” or makes them feel uncomfortable or hurts their self -esteem. Should you touch a child who is smashing school property, beware of being charged with physical or sexual abuse. 

 

• Etc..

 

Now you’re ready to teach! By the way, our budgets have been cut, so we can’t promise you’ll have all the needed supplies and equipment. And we know your salary is close to a fast-food worker, but realistically, you can’t expect any raises for the next few years. Oh, just to let you know, if  a group of parents meet and decide you should teach this thing instead of that thing, this way instead of that way, we’ll have to listen to them. For some three hours while they whine and complain. But don’t worry, you can present your side of the story sometime during your five-minute bathroom break. 

 

So welcome to teaching!! Have a wonderful time!!!

 

  

Tuesday, September 13, 2022

The Numbers Game

What motivates us to do things that don’t bring fame, fortune or food on the table? Things like countless hours of piano practice without an audience or daily Blog writing with small readership? Certainly the pleasure of the task itself, but also some sense of inner necessity, some unshakeable faith that bringing notes or words into greater coherence is a worthy venture that somehow is important. At least to the musician or writer, if no one else.

 

But being social creatures, everything feels more complete, more fulfilled, more worthy, when it is shared, when it connects with someone else and helps lift their spirit, brighten their day, affirm their own thoughts and feelings, clarify their understanding. Success is not measured by the number of people affected (though it’s part of the equation), but by the quality of the connection. Perhaps 500 people browsed through your words like hurrying to work on a crowded street, but one sat down in the midst of them and drank them as water for a parched tongue. Perhaps a large crowd heard the music like background sound on the elevator ride, while one sat astonished as the locked doors of the heart opened one by one and forgotten beauty poured in. 

 

I confess that every few days, I check the stats of my Blogposts, curious as to how many people read a piece. And while some part of me is happy when the numbers are high— especially for the posts I think are especially worthy of attention— another part of me doesn’t care. In fact, I worry that if one type of writing consistently got more hits than another, I’d be tempted to write to the audience instead of consulting my own heart to say what I need said. 

 

The other day, I was astounded to see a number far beyond the usual 50 or 100 and in fact, for several days, it hit over a thousand per day. Had a new group of people suddenly discovered the Blog and were jumping aboard to be faithful readers? Well, hooray for that! Was this a bot phenomena? Did a few thousand try it out and then jump ship? Who knows?


But the next day, after the brief flurry of big numbers, the number was … 1. 


Did 1689 mean a big success? (Though of course, modest next to the latest Pop star talking about their breakfast). Did 1 mean abject failure?


Well, it’s not my business to speculate. The other day, 25 people gathered in the room at the Jewish Home where I play piano, the next week, there were 2. Again, I welcome the larger numbers, but I’m not there to count, I’m there to dig down and play or say or write what comes from the depths of my capacity to think, feel and express, to see if I can bring some Soul into the room and slow the ticking clocks down. If it connects with someone else, I’m happy. If not, it can’t be helped.

 

And mostly, I’ll never know. When I voiced a mild complaint at the Jewish Home that the numbers were so small, they reminded me that many of the residents couldn’t leave their room, but could hear the music from there and felt refreshed by it. That’s an important image to keep in mind. I remember back when I sat 7-day meditation retreats at an old Boy Scout Camp in the San Gabriel mountains, I felt the power of what this small group of some 30 to 50 black-robed sentient beings were doing to heal themselves and the world. No cameras were recording it, no newspapers reporting it, hardly anyone knew we were there, but I could feel how we were invisibly blessing the world. 

 

So while public visibility and sold-out concerts and best-selling books count for a lot, they’re not the whole story. And I hope thousands of people read this post to consider that!

 

 

Monday, September 12, 2022

Homecoming

Each night they spend in exile.

 

Each morning I return them to their home.

 

Lift the pots from the dish drainer and put them on the shelf.

     Carry the spoons to their drawer, 

            the bowls to join their nested siblings,

                    Tuck the knives in their slots. 

 

 

Each day I teach, it’s the same.

      Carrying the children on the wings of song

              Back to where they belong.

 

 

  

Chimes of Belonging

Throughout each day, little ringing chimes remind us that we are needed.

 

That someone, somewhere, is thinking of us, 

         needs us, 

                 wants us,

                        for one thing or another. 

 

 

Perhaps we hope this one will be the book publishing offer, 

         the invitation to coffee that will brighten our day,

                the secret love finally daring to speak to us out loud, 

 

Throughout the day, that tiny spark of anticipation 

     carried in high C dings, lifts our hopes 

                and then shuts them down, as we are asked 

                   for the 1,000th time if we approve of the President 

                       or begged to donate money 

                              or reminded about our dentist appointment we’d rather not go to.

 

Yet hope springs eternal— Ding!

Sunday, September 11, 2022

Bob and Bobby

I had quite a night last night. First, hanging out with Bobby McFerrin, listening to some tracks from the new album he made with a jazz group with me on piano. High level musicians all and I knew I didn’t quite belong, but managed to hold my own. After listening, we talked about him doing a children’s album, especially in light of his new grandchild. 

 

Then I got to talk with Bob Dylan and interviewed him about his life story. His childhood with an abusive father, leaving home for the circus at 14, his first experiences singing and playing guitar. I asked if he had written an autobiography and he said no, so I was trying to convince him to write one. If he didn’t want to sit down and write, I offered to tape record and transcribe interviews with me like the one we just had. 

 

It was a great pleasure to hang out with Bob and Bobby and it didn’t feel too strange that they were willing to spend time with me. 


And then I woke up.