God bless my dreams. Just woke up from another one that I
won’t describe (whew!!!) other than to say it involved standing up for what I
believe, and backing down when the reality shifted, searching for my pants, and
my broken glasses, demurring an opportunity to join the younger generation in a
fun outing, stopping to put my lights on while riding a bicycle in the dark
against the traffic, and taking that ride past an antiquated “Sidney’s Matzah
Factory” where by chance I ran into a former colleague by the name of Whitehair
and half exclaimed and half inquired, “You’re in Providence!?” A lot of grist for the dream
interpretation mill there, but most important is, as always—what were my first
conscious thoughts after such a surreal escapade?
The message is simple, even if you wouldn’t come up with
this from these dream fragments yourself. This is my year of downsizing in the
physical plane and, God willing growing in the spiritual and emotional planes.
(I’ll be satisfied not to lose any ground on the intellectual plane.)
It hit me that “less is more”—a common phrase that my great
teacher in architecture school, the late icon of American Post-Modernism,
Charles W. Moore dismissed in both word and deed. He lived a personal and
professional life dedicated not just to “less is a bore,” but comically to
“Moore is not less!” Moore indeed was more. He packed so much into his time and
space frame—abundant artifacts in his abundant houses abundantly designed as a
stage for his abundant personality that was embodied by his abundant torso.
Charlie was larger than life in so many ways that it eventually led him out of
life at an early age.
The torah says, “I have set before you life and death.
Choose life that you may live.” My quest, this journey upon which I am
embarking, is to choose life by downsizing my body, yet I suspect I am also on
a path to downsize my entire worldly physical experience in favor of other
rewards—rewards of a more spiritual nature. This is a time in my life where as
part of my spiritual eldering I must begin to understand the absolute truth of
my mortality. That includes the necessary eventual diminishment of many of the
physical attributes I have taken for granted most of my life. I don’t mean to
hurry that process at all. On the contrary, recognition of the consequences of
life itself and certainly all of the decisions and actions I take within each
day of this life, enables me to treasure each day and to weigh each decision
all the more. Recognition of the consequences of life allows me to slow down
the pace, which for 64 years has militated against such consciousness.
Only in recent months has the notion of retirement even
crossed my mind. When the corporation I work for put my continued employment
into question my response was to fight to reinvent myself in the company and
save my job. One outcome of this ordeal was a clearer awareness that someday
this job will indeed end. This inspired such questions as, “What will my life
be after that and when?” Powerful questions deserve powerful answers. From
questions like these flow a stream of related issues touching on my life with
my wife, our physical surroundings, our financial planning, and issues after
which government agencies are named, such as health, education and welfare.
No doubt my dream was at least in part influenced by the
passing this week of another great teacher of mine—an architect of lesser note,
but a far greater presence in my life than Charlie Moore. John M. Kahl, Sr. was
without question my greatest manager, mentor, coach, supporter, collaborator,
and above all friend that I have or likely will have in the workplace. In too
many ways to recount here I owe my professional life to him. We would laugh
when he would tell me about his imaginary classmate Les Izmore. The loss of a
friend like John awakens the elusive awareness of the fact of one’s mortality.
Most of us living on the physical plane become enraptured by
the physical trappings of this world—the many sensory pleasures that come from
surrounding ourselves with property and possessions, delighting all our senses
with food, sex, travel, entertainment—a constant bombardment of physical
delight. How well can we adjust to downsizing any or all of that? Can we do it
on our own timetable or are we beholden to external circumstances as one by one
earthly delights diminish or disappear?
Coincidentally—or not—shortly after I begin this
eighteen-month program designed to downsize my unhealthy appetite for food I
will begin an eighteen-month program designed to enhance my spiritual growth
called Kol Zimra with Rabbi Shefa Gold. I see a great possibility that these
complementary activities will feed one another in a very healthy, spiritual,
and life sustaining way. Less is more, and it opens a door. I pray that less
stuff and less stuffing open me to infinite possibilities on planes where
physical attributes and material possessions become of less and less
importance.
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