Finding Your Melody

My son is leaving. He is on his way out of Utah and taking up residence in Boston while attending Berklee College of Music. To say I am both a mixture of happy and sad is an understatement. One of the things we have in common is our love of music. We both hear it passionately and at least one of us will most likely make a life of music. About 5 years ago, Stuart and I attended a Pat Metheny concert at Kingsbury Hall in Salt Lake City. Pat and his ensemble were debuting his new work "The Way Up" which is a 68 minutes piece in 4 movements. It is jazz, but classical, fusion, but latin, driving, but effortless (here is an excerpt of the introduction of the piece: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ecz3ykm_TRU

I did not know it at the time I attended the concert but Stuart and I were watching his future. Pat Metheny was the youngest professor to teach at Berklee and has a doctorate from there. The drummer, Antonio Sanchez, is a graduate of Berklee. Lyle Mays, Pat's longtime piano player/composer extraordinaire went to Boston to play with Metheny in the 70's and has been an artist in residence at Berklee ever since. The bassist Steve Rudby has also been an artist in residence at Berklee.

The essence of "The Way Up" is really quite a simple. It is the essence of life. After about 4-5 minutes of of driving rhythm played in multiple time signatures 3,4, 5,6,7, etc., Metheny introduces and plays what will be the main theme basically solo in a two against three feel. He finds the melody of the piece that will be played in various ways throughout the remainder of the next three movements. There is frenetic playing, moments of loudness and softness, chaos, pulsing beats in various syncopated times, variations of themes, counter-variations, thesis, antithesis, synthesis, confusion, sadness, melancholy, tranquility, explosions of emotion, technical mastery of complex equations without emotion (5 against 4 for example), noise and quiet, tension from playing over the bar and floating without gravity.

The true essence of musicianship is the essence of a mountain climb, a journey, a practice, a life's work. It is yes. It is no/know. It is spirit and it transcends you and the physical. At the level of a Metheny or a Sanchez, or a Mays or a Rudby, you are a Master. I suspect they would be the first to tell you, besides the endless amount of practice/climbing they have done, that they really cannot explain where the music resides because that place is sacred and they will not speak of it. At this level, space and time become meaningless. You may see them play it in the physical sense and you can certainly hear it, but as the Master you are inside it, you are it. You become a conduit. God or the Universe takes over. When you ask a Master what the essence of it is they can only point to it and say it is up there. They can only direct you toward the top of the mountain. The way up.

After a total literal climax in the third movement which leaves you tired and unable to think, the fourth and final movement built from previous themes eventually surrenders to a clear and uncluttered flowing stream of that simple melody that was found in the beginning--that melodic journey that had a theme and that found wings and began to soar--at times in double time or warp speed and at other times falling like honey, dripping slow. But somehow all the contrasts are the same. Two notes, three notes, endless notes, played endlessly. They become one. In the end, the melody is just played simply. From it's first introduction it has been through up and downs, has been torn apart and put back together again and again. It gets stuck, gets confused, gets lonely (only few journey to the top and this takes getting used to) and then it simply flows as it finds its way up. Find your melody Stuart and become.

Thanksgiving Wish

Be careful what you wish for. I read a great deal. I do not say this to boast but to make a point. I read primarily American history from the 1600's to the late 1700's. I read about our country's founding and the personalities of the people that played a part in that founding. What I realize from my readings is what little I really know. In fact, the more I read the more I realize I know nothing compared to a Franklin, Adams (both John and Abigail), Hamilton, Madison, Jefferson, Warren, Bradford or a Massasoit. I marvel at the brilliance that these founders possessed. They did not all hold the same notions as to what direction our country should progress but they had one thing in common--a belief that a knowledge of history was essential when proceeding to a hopeful future. They struggled with the concepts of egalitarianism, elitism, and pluralism. They studied philosophy, nature, science, the rights of man, god or the universe, and communicated their ideas thoughtfully, provocatively and with intelligence. They were smart. I suspect on average, smarter than most alive today. I would wish nothing less for our future. What do you wish for?

I am aghast at what I currently see today as politicians, producers of information, and many of those with contrived followings claim as their knowledge in such things and concepts as the constitution, democracy, republicanism, and economics, perhaps after being at a weekend seminar put on by a group with an agenda, after reading a paper drafted by a think tank, or even worse just speaking without having thought. I even feel less secure when a great number in our country seem to put trust in someone that clearly doesn't read literature, have a sense of history and would do reality TV.

We have been blessed and perhaps lucky up until now for the most part. Although there has been many times we have been at the brink of disaster, smart thoughtful people were there to lead and a smart educated public followed. We owe much of this to the people that came before us. It will not always be so however if we do not continue to carry on the work they began and realize that a great republic with a democratic foundation is not worth anything without an informed public lest we become an illiterate mob.

Read a book. Read literature. Read history. Read the Constitution. Study philosophy. Pray. Dance. Chant. Meditate. Do something significant that changes and informs people, especially if it is your family or neighbor. Take time to stop, listen and think--hopefully before you speak. Do you really want an episode of Reality TV or do you wish for something better? If not for you, your children. You can only play a part for so long. The character will inevitably change or be written off the show. Turn the cameras around and show the utter unreality of what is taking place. The last time I spent time with my family I did it without having a director, 3 producers, 10 cameras and trailer that catered food. The truth will ultimately prevail if thoughtful people calmly step forward and conduct themselves from within and not from without.

My Opinion on Climate Change

I am sorry if this sounds a bit like a diatribe. This is only my opinion of what I witnessed. I've been in hibernation since Denmark and the Climate Change Conference. My first sensation upon arrival at the conference was that of dizziness due to the shear drama and the volume of the event. The Belle Center, the facility where the conference was held, was a mammoth structure that easily held 15,000 people from every corner of the world. The large halls within held the leaders of our planet. It was as large a scale of planetary "leadership" as I have ever witnessed. I put leadership in quotes because I really am struggling as to what that is and what is needed for our planet. What I saw was more about process than substance--sometimes a rigged, overly formal petty process at that. I initially thought this may be due to the shear size and possibly the lack of clarity of the climate change subject matter. Arguments between countries would deteriorate into such things as what should be the logo of the next conference or whose delegates were stopped at security and weren't allowed inside Belle due to improper credentialing. This would go on for several minutes of valuable time. This is not to say that there were no caring leaders present. Some, in fact, are the most humble, careful and thoughtful leaders with whom I've ever had the privilege of meeting and listening to. There just seemed to me to be a general lack of leadership and vision as a whole. The fire did not seem to be lit in most of the delegations. There were clear exceptions--the Small island nations, etc., but overall the conference felt like a cork bobbing in an angry sea.

The apartment that I stayed in during the conference was in Christianhavn, a small island oasis away from the masses. My apartment building was over 300 years old and honestly felt ghostly-but in a good warm way. It was simple, quiet and only lit by candles at night. I could see the reflection of my small apartment in the canal below. It was a place to reflect. On my way home, the second Saturday of my work at the Belle Center, I walked home though a march of 100,000 protesters that demanded a climate treaty. It was loud and frightening in some ways outside but my refuge gave me respite. I knew then that the hoped for treaty wouldn't happen, and not due to the protesters lack of trying, but due to lack of clarity of vision inside the Belle Center.

My MBB group held a conference mid-week at the Glyptotek Museum where we invited world delegates to learn about mediation--a practical approach to facilitate positive change--a few actually appeared. This art museum is one of the best I have ever seen. It is built around the personal collection of the son of the founder of the Carlsberg Breweries, Carl Jacobsen. During this outside conference, I had the opportunity one night to slip out from the group and walk quietly around seeing amazing ancient sculptures from Egypt, Rome, Greece, not to mention more modern works by Rodin and Degas. The collection of paintings within its walls, most of which were French impressionists, included Monet, Pissarro, Renoir, Degas and Cézanne. I stood motionless as I looked at Van Gogh, Toulouse-Lautrec and Bonnard. It showcased what the potential of humanity could be and sometimes is. The art was alive and speaking.

For some reason I have been thinking about the American Revolution and in particular Thomas Paine and Paul Revere. As you recall, Paine wrote an anonymous pamphlet in the early part of 1776 that spread among the colonies such that within 3 months over a 100,000 copies were sold. What Paine was saying was far from original. Scots and other philosophers had been saying such similar ideas for centuries. What he did though was to speak in plain language with a vision of the future that was descriptive enough for the masses to understand and be energized about.

Here are some of his words:

“ These are the times that try men's souls: The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as freedom should not be highly rated”

I have also read extensively about Paul Revere. Although the story we hear of in grade school is not too historically accurate (the real story is much better), I am always amazed at the fact that one man can have such an impact at spreading the word. It is equally apparent that luck or invisible forces come into play as well. When Revere left his home on the North-end of Boston that windy and damp Spring night, a large British warship, the Somerset was anchored in the Charles River between his hidden row boat and the riverbank by Cambridge to where he would row to his awaiting horse. To make matters worse, it was a full moon and the whole river was visible to the men watching as outlooks from the Somerset. They knew their comrades would soon march and they were told to stop all river traffic at any cost. Thank God Boston has hills. As the moon rose Beacon Hill caused a perfect moon shadow on the watery path that Revere rowed through as he heard the moorings creak and the men talking from the Somerset.

The Chairperson of Intergovernmental Panel On Climate Change or the IPCC, Dr. Rayendra Pachauri, delivered the opening speech at COP15 in Copenhagen on December 7 2009. Here are the highlights:1)Warming of the climate is unequivocal 2)Since the mid 20th century most of the new warming is anthropogenic or man-made 3) Possible disappearance of sea ice by the latter part of the 20th century 4)Increase frequency of hot extremes 5)Increase in cyclones 6)Decrease in water resources in certain ares including the Great Basin where I live 7)Possible elimination of the Greenland Ice sheet which will cause sea level rise of 7 meters 8) Increased risk for 20-30% species extinctions if we warm 1.5 to 2.5 degrees C. 9) Greater flood risk due (although overall less precipitation)but more violent and unpredictable storms. As I said, these are only highlights--it's in some ways much worse. Many in the small islands of the world, including Tuvalu, are already feeling the effects of a rising sea.

Much lately has been said about the accuracy and efficacy of some of the science of the IPCC. It has over 2500 scientists looking at climate change. Sometimes they get it wrong. Recently, they indicated they made a 300 year calculation error regarding glacier melt in the Himalayas. Most of the critics rushed to the conclusion that this error and a few others point the the fact that it is all a bunch of quack science behind climate change. Two thoughts: When that part of the world adds another 1 billion people in the next few decades and the ice is only half melted should that make us feel any better? Should we not care about our great, great grandchildren because they are not here yet?

Heraclitus, the famous Greek Philosopher said something to the effect, "You can not step twice into the same river, for it is not quite the same river nor is it quite the same man." The IPCC will not get their predictions 100% right. Maybe not even 50%. But is that really the point? What if the sea rises only 3 feet? What if the air is only moderately polluted? What if only 10 percent of the species become extinct? On the other hand, what if they underestimated the climate change fall-out and the planet becomes uninhabitable in a few centuries? The point here is one of change but also chance. If it isn't now right in front of us why would you worry and why should you change? There are lots of opinions but somehow truth will still find its way. When will you see it, if ever? We are in a society that confuses opinion with truth and how to deal with the differences.

I have opined previously that effective revolutions take time--a slow burn if you will. The real ones never end, they continue towards a calculus of the vision they sought to create. Slow is the genius. It gives time for people to awaken and be touched by the truth of reality. It gives time to lighten the darkness of the expanding boundaries. It has to be malleable to avoid breakage. Different people will interpret ideas differently. But what the hope is is that the overall community of mankind has a place in mind where we all can reside.

People are born with the potential to make a difference if they have a desire to involve themselves in the flow of the climate revolution. We need to progress in process and substance. Ultimately, the truth of what is occurring exists. Are we willing, as an "only present now population" to take a chance that the future is someone elses problem? Are your thoughts opinions or more truth? Do you know the difference? Are you sure? Are you willing to risk the planet on your opinion or truth? Or would it be better to yearn for a vision of the future that makes our journey together more fluid? Where is our Revere that rides into the night to call out? Where is our Paine who makes it simple to understand and lights the vision?

Step Forward.

CLIMATE CHANGE ADAPTATION

Here is an article about adaptation in a warming world:

La. Indian village holds out against plea to move
Dec 13, 2009 (11:01p CST)
By CAIN BURDEAU (Associated Press Writer)

ISLE DE JEAN CHARLES, La. - AP Video
A day in the life of Edison Dardar starts with a caterwaul of a shout. A yawlp. His chest puffs up: "Yay-hoooo!" Morning cries down the road greet him. "Wa-hoooo!" .... "Yaaaah!" .... "Aaaahh-eee." The Indian fisherman smiles. His cousins and nephews are doing well.

Soon enough, roosters and dogs join the morning chorus, and the island is awake.

"It keeps your chest clear," the 60-year-old barrel-chested fisherman rationalizes. "Over in Bourg, if I did that, they'd probably put me in jail."

Bourg is a tidy Cajun bayou town a few miles north of Dardar's hurricane-smashed Indian village in the marsh where holdout families are being urged to move to by a tribal chief, scientists and public officials.

Why? Because life on this spit of soggy land 6 miles from the Gulf of the Mexico may soon be impossible for the interrelated families with French, Choctaw, Houma, Biloxi and Chitimacha bloodlines that go back 170 years when a Frenchman came here with his Choctaw wife and named the island after his father, Jean Charles.

The road to the island is caving in. Hurricanes are flooding homes more often. The Gulf gets closer every year. Isle de Jean Charles is at risk of disappearing under the Gulf of Mexico.

But to Edison Dardar and his kin, the name Bourg sounds like a prison.

"What am I going to do there? Wake up and look at the road?" Edison Dardar shrugs. "No, not me. I'm not moving. This island is more beautiful than ever. This island is a gold mine for me."

He casts for shrimp at sunset behind his house. Sips coffee at Oxcelia's, his sister's place up the road, in the mornings. Checks in on Leodilla, his blind, 90-year-old mother who's old enough to remember the huts made of mud and grass, or bousillage. His wife, Elizabeth, is content watching old Westerns like "Bonanza" and feeding her chicks. A son still lives at a home they raised on 12-foot stilts after Hurricane Andrew in 1992 flooded the island. It wobbles like Jell-o when someone walks from one room to the next.

With a bad limp from 40 years of backbreaking work dredging for oysters, Edison Dardar hobbles over to a handmade plywood sign on the road through the village. He stands next to it proudly.

It reads: "Island is not for sale. If you don't like the island stay off. Don't give up fight for you rights. It's worth saving. Edison Dardar Jr."

"My son wrote it," Dardar, who cannot read and write himself, says with a grin.

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From New Orleans, it's a long road to this alligator- and mosquito-infested marsh island. The road goes past the city's outskirts, postwar suburbs and po' boy sandwich shops; it sails across Cajun farmlands of sugar cane fields, moss-draped oaks and roadside watermelon vendors. You must drive beyond the inland fishing towns connected by clunky drawbridges and bayous bobbing with shrimp trawlers and hyacinth.

Push on, and the canopy thins out, the road crosses a levee and enters the wide open expanse of marsh tidelands that run for miles out to the Gulf of Mexico.

An end-of-the-world nausea sets in on the narrow road that rolls across open water toward Isle de Jean Charles. A crooked yellow sign warns: "Water On Road." When high tides and a stiff southern wind combine, the road is slick with water. Half the road caved in after last year's hurricane season.

A gut check hits as the road wends through the island. Half the houses are empty shells, blown apart by hurricanes. Most of the others are raised high on pilings - not for the view, but to keep sofas, beds and Grandma's photos out of the Gulf's regular inundations. The church is gone, the store is gone, most of the children too.

The islanders are living the doomsday scenario that many researchers say awaits Miami, Houston, Savannah, New York: A rising sea at the doorstep.

The village sits outside the main levee systems of south Louisiana, and in the middle of some of the fastest eroding wetlands in the world. For the past 80 years, oil drilling, logging and the Army Corps of Engineers' levee building on the Mississippi River have doomed the island. The knockout is the combination of sea level rise and intense hurricanes.

"In the 1980s, I asked someone to take me to look at Fala, an important Indian settlement, and he took me out there in a boat and said, 'Look down,'" recalled Jack Campisi, an anthropologist who's worked to get south Louisiana's American Indians recognized by the federal government. So far, the Bureau of Indian Affairs has shot down their petitions. "What's at stake is a viable ethnic identity. It's easier to do if you have a federal relationship."

Many tribes moved into the swamps to escape enslavement or forced banishment after Congress passed the 1830 Indian Removal Act. Today, there are about 20,000 American Indians on the coast. Until the 1950s, most Indians lived in isolation with limited interaction with whites. Old timers recall barefoot children scampering into the woods to hide when the first cars rattled onto the island in the 1950s.

Before the coast was overrun by the oil boom and shipyards, the Indians lived off the land, growing small gardens and raising livestock. Fish, oysters, crawfish and crabs were staples. For medicine, they relied on plants. There was "bon blanc" tea made from a leafy plant. Medicinal teas were gotten from boiling "citronelle," "venera," a Houma word for sage, and the bark of the "bois connu" tree.

"We had no running water. We washed our clothes in the bayou," recalled Hilda Naquin, a 95-year-old Houma woman who grew up between mud walls covered in newspapers and under a thatched palmetto roof. "We didn't have much to eat. My grandpa used to plant a garden. Thank God for that. Our oven was made outside with the dirt and mud."

This isolation was imposed, as stories of discrimination attest. Indian children were barred from schools until the 1960s and called "sabines," a derogatory term.

"My daddy couldn't go get a haircut up the bayou. He couldn't get a hamburger in the town of Golden Meadow," said Laura Billiot, Hilda Naquin's daughter. "The prejudices are still there today; not as bad, but they're still there."

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Albert Naquin, one of two tribal chiefs recognized by the islanders, stands on the sinking road surveying his old village. The sound of water laps at the road and fills the silences between his words.

"They had a small lake over yonder, just north of here. Wonder Lake. Now it's all open water," Naquin says.

He resembles a defeated general surveying a battlefield. The contours of the past - smoke rising from thatched-roof homes, barefoot children splashing in crawfish ponds, fishermen poking through the marshes in pirogues - shimmer on the flat marsh horizon in front of him. But these are only memories now. For him, it's time to move inland and reconstitute the tribe behind the safety of levees.

"We didn't have any money. We lived off the land. We had our own cows, we had our pigs, we had chickens, and they were fishermen, and they also raised the garden. So, during the Depression, we didn't even feel that at all," Naquin says.

The idea of moving to Bourg was Albert Naquin's idea. He's talking with state and federal officials about a $12 million plan to buy a tract of land for 60 homes, in return for not fixing the road.

But his intentions are regarded with skepticism and open hostility by the families that remain on the island. Naquin's family moved off the island after a hurricane destroyed their home in the 1970s.

"Sometimes I feel like Moses," he says. "But Moses had something to go by. I don't have anything. I mean, I'm just an old Indian guy from down here."

He shakes his head. "I'm taking a beating."

Isle de Jean Charles is not the first Indian village to face relocation because of erosion and sea level rise. These factors are combining to force the relocation of seaside villages like Newtok, Shishmaref, Unalakleet and Kivalina in Alaska.

"This is not something that is happening just in Louisiana and it is not something that is theoretical," said Robert Young, the director of the Program for the Study of Developed Shorelines at Western Carolina University in Cullowhee, N.C. "If we don't at least talk about relocation, nature will make those decisions for us, and they won't necessarily be the ones we want to make."

Since Hurricane Katrina, Louisiana officials and the Army Corps of Engineers have set about drawing lines across south Louisiana to determine what can and cannot be saved from sea level rise and delta erosion.

"They drew this broad red line, and said the entire area below the red line would be at risk," said Michael Dardar, a diesel mechanic, tribal historian and a leader with the United Houma Nation. "Every major Houma community is below that red line. Lower Dulac, Pointe Aux Chenes, Isle de Jean Charles. Our whole way of life is in danger."

This bleak future has been the topic of a recent series of community meetings, called "How Safe, How Soon?"

And at each meeting, Brenda Dardar, the principal chief of the Houmas, has gone in with the same message:

"We need to make sure that we can adapt, whether it's elevating our homes, building smart or moving to a different location. Our history's important, our culture's important and preserving our communities is important."

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Isle de Jean Charles may be on the wrong side of the line being drawn across the map of south Louisiana. But defiance here seems immovable. The Dardars, Naquins, Billiots and Verdins aren't going easily.

"I wouldn't move. No way. I don't care if this place floods time and again. Nobody but me is living on this land," says T.J. Dardar, a fisherman and one of Edison's cousins, squatting outside his dilapidated wooden house. It's missing siding, needs a coat of paint; piles of beer cans, burnt trash and assorted junk lie around it. A heap of asphalt shingles, with a couple of television boxes thrown in, slumps into the canal across the road.

Notwithstanding the flooding, dangerous road and declining sense of community, it's not hard to see why people want to stay.

"You can do anything you want on this island - catch your crabs, your shrimp, dry your shrimp," Edison Dardar says. "I see nothing changed, me," he says on a walk through his village. So what, he says, if there is now water where he once saw grass? "We were killing duck (when there was land). Now we're killing shrimp. If you're hungry, you make a living."

Back home, his tangy shrimp are drying on a tarp behind his house. Chickens squawk. He mashes a piece of shrimp between his teeth. "They still need to dry some more."

Time slows down here. The plop of a fish brings a great silence of the marsh. Dardar rests for a moment and the symphony of frogs, bugs and birds comes back.

"Make some good gumbo, jambalaya. Talk about good, partner."

"Leave? For what?" he says.

Negotiating Copenhagen

This is a piece written by a colleague of mine that describes the situation in Copenhagen well:

Thursday 17 December 2009
Copenhagen deal will require more than a little give
and take
JOHN STURROCK
LAST week, I found myself in the Bella Centre in Copenhagen, the location for the
negotiations on climate change.
It is a vast cavern, with scores of rooms serving as the location for talks, presentations,
media activity and lobbying. I was struck by the sheer mass of people, with laptops, leaflets,
cameras and TV screens, milling around in the hope of influencing discussions.
That image has stayed with me as we hear daily of the difficulties facing negotiations. The
sheer complexity of the treaty arrangements under discussion, the fact that nearly 200
countries are participating, and the energetic presence of hundreds of non-governmental
organisations (NGOs) and other international bodies, must make the talks almost
unmanageable. Add to that the diversity of positions on the main issues and the challenge is
great indeed.
Senior diplomats would acknowledge that the process could be done differently. In
conventional negotiations, with a large number of participants, efforts would probably be
made to create smaller working groups to report back to a larger body. The trouble in
Copenhagen seems to be that small groups are working in secret, and exclusion creates
hostility and fear. In the absence of trust, nations fear being taken advantage of by those
whose interests they perceive to be different.
Lack of trust at international level is not surprising, but it makes negotiation difficult. It leads
to the leaking of drafts, a more hectoring tone, hardening into threats and walkouts. Often,
these are carefully orchestrated moves in a game of chess where much else is happening. It
is understandable in negotiation to hear people say: "If you do this, we'll do that…" or "If you
don't give us X, we will not agree to Y". But parties can then find themselves with much less
room for manoeuvre than they need when negotiations reach crisis point. Backing yourself
or the other party into a corner makes it more difficult for crucial concessions to be made.
In Copenhagen, the risk is that some countries will fear losing face even when they know
that, to get an overall deal, they should move. Whatever diplomatic skills leaders such as
Gordon Brown and Barack Obama can bring could be crucial. Can they help others to
change position with dignity and make concessions themselves which are game-changing?
A heroic move to break the impasse may be needed.
In difficult negotiations, all can seem lost until very late in the day. Sometimes, it needs
people to go to look over the precipice and consider again the Big Picture, to realise that the
alternative to a deal is worse than what is on the table. For the rich nations, this may be the
knowledge that, if they don't help the developing nations to tackle climate change seriously
now, emissions will spin out of control so that by 2030 there will be no way back – for
anyone. For the developing countries, the knowledge that, unless global warming is
controlled, the Himalayan glaciers will recede still further, threatening water supplies to
billions of people, and the desertification of large parts of Africa will be hastened, should
provide a strong incentive to reach a conclusion.
While we cannot escape responsibility for what we have done, there may be a time when
letting go of the past is essential if we are to grasp a workable future. Forgiveness is a
sensitive subject with which we may need to wrestle. We can now see that human progress
has come at a great cost. Mistakes have been made. There comes a point when it is futile to
seek to find fault. The reality is that we are all in this together and the only way forward is to
recognise the mutuality of our interests. If we don't, there is a very serious risk that by 2050,
we will have deep regrets.

More From Ken

Copenhagen Diary:
Reflections from Inside the Climate Change Conference
by Ken Cloke
Entry 2: Sunday, December 6, 2009
This morning, we travelled by bus and tram to the Bella Center to register for the Conference (see photo attached). The lines were not too bad, and it was all efficiently administered by our Danish hosts. Still, we have been notified that if more than 15,000 participants register by Monday there will be rationing. Already there are 5,000 press representatives and they have stopped registering more. Several of our members who went to register in the afternoon got trapped in the Bella Center due to a bag that had been left and resulting bomb threat.
In the afternoon and evening, 22 of us met at Tina’s for a wide-ranging discussion of how to influence delegates. We are a great group and the energy is amazing. At the meeting we each talked about why we came, and the responses were beautiful. Everyone is inspired by what we have created and clear about our mission. We all feel we are representing an idea whose time has come.
The central problems are where to meet, how to communicate with each other, and how to convince delegates that mediation is a useful tool in confronting climate change conflicts, without slipping into the kind of advocacy that seeks short-term advantage through pressure and manipulation.
I said I thought the highest form of advocacy happens when the person you are speaking with understands the idea without any sense that you advocated for it. Even those who oppose mediation should be seen as contributing directly to our future efforts by offering us ways to improve the breadth and effectiveness of our explanation.
I also said that standing directly behind us are dozens of family members and friends, hundreds of MBB members, thousands of mediators, and people all around the world whose lives will be better because of our efforts.
We are all aware that tomorrow the real work begins, and that we need to mediate our way into the mediation process – but this is what we do all the time, so I think it will come naturally to us.
I also worked today on the following letter we are sending to newspapers and blogsites. If you know someone to send it to, please feel free to pass it on.
Mediation and Climate Change
By Kenneth Cloke, President, Mediators Beyond Borders
Global climate change is widely regarded by scientists as non-linear, “chaotic,” inherently unpredictable, and subject to a wide range of environmental impacts. These changes can create disastrous consequences for the earth’s diverse life forms, including us. The potential consequences are so severe that it makes sense for us to take steps to mitigate their impact.
Even those who question the human role in bringing about climate change may agree with these statements.
They may also readily agree that climate changes are already resulting in increased conflicts, due partly to increased competition for scarce resources, and resulting in famine, displacement, shortage of potable water, loss of arable land, and vulnerability to extreme weather conditions.
These conflicts extend to the negotiation and implementation of solutions to these problems, including those currently being proposed and implemented in Copenhagen. Political conflicts over climate change will delay by years, if not decades, the effectiveness of solutions to the problem, thereby causing more conflicts, and so on.
Marshall B. Burke, Edward Miguel, Shankar Satyanathd, John A. Dykemae, and David B. Lobell, in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, (go to: http://www.pnas.org/) conclude as follows:
We find strong historical linkages between civil war and temperature in Africa, with warmer years leading to significant increases in the likelihood of war. When combined with climate model projections of future temperature trends, this historical response to temperature suggests a roughly 54% increase in armed conflict incidence by 2030, or an additional 393,000 battle deaths.
We desperately need immediate solutions -- not only to climate change problems -- but to the ways we resolve the conflicts that are caused and aggravated by them; conflicts that reduce our ability to reach and implement agreements that can alleviate the problem.
At Mediators Beyond Borders (MBB), we believe that mediation and alternative dispute resolution are powerful and effective ways of reducing and resolving the conflicts being generated by climate change.
For this reason, we are urging delegates to include mediation in the language of their climate change treaty, and in the negotiations leading up to it. This proposal has been endorsed by over 40 leading conflict resolution organizations, and by 160 practitioners from around the world.
More tomorrow. Love to all of you,
Ken

What Copenhagen Means

I'm on the runway waiting to take off to Copenhagen and just received an email from Ken Cloke discussing what Copenhagen means.This has been a journey that started for me several years ago. I had a sense that change was coming and I was to be a part of that change. Had to be is closer to what I mean. I found MBB by nothing short of pure spirit. Here's is what Ken has to say for all of us:
Reflections from Inside the Climate Change Conference
by Ken Cloke
Entry 1: Saturday, December 5, 2009
I am sitting now in the airport at Heathrow, waiting for a flight to Copenhagen to attend the United Nations Climate Change Conference (COP 15), taking time to reflect on everything that has happened over the last several months, and everything that lies ahead.
I recall being asked several months ago how our efforts began. Here are the questions I was asked then and what I said in response:
What is the story of how the Copenhagen Initiative came into being?
I was contacted in the fall of last year by MBB member Tina Monberg who lives in Copenhagen, suggesting that we apply to observe the UN climate change meeting in December. With Barbora’s help at the National Office, we pulled together the requisite documents and were admitted as an observer organization. Tina and I began to correspond and developed the idea of urging member nations to include mediation in the treaty. I contacted Tom Fiutak, who agreed to head up our U.S. delegation, and we were off and running.
What does being involved with the COP15 -- that is, being the sole neutral third-party NGO observer and only mediation org present -- mean for MBB?
It means we have now been catapulted into leadership on a world stage, with global recognition and responsibility for helping make climate change mediation successful, which connects with our core mission of building conflict resolution capacity around the world. As a result, we have also become global leaders in shaping public and political attitudes toward conflict resolution, and will need to bring our highest skills to Copenhagen.
What are your hopes and expectations for the Copenhagen initiative and how successful do you think we'll be in achieving them?
It will take years before the political leaders of the worlds nations recognize the enormous threat posed by climate change and develop the willingness to mediate the disputes that will inevitably arise and torpedo cooperative efforts to mitigate and prevent them. My hope is that we will convince those most involved to use mediation to resolve their disputes, and that we will do so in time to prevent the worst of what are now clearly foreseeable catastrophes and disasters that will alter life on our planet.
What strikes me now, reading over these comments, is how little they reveal about what we have actually done. Here is a different take on how I ended up here.
The beginning seems right. Tina Monberg, an MBB member from Copenhagen thought we might register with the UN as an NGO and observe the conference. What is missing in this account, because it came to us only gradually, is how crucial mediation is to solving climate change problems. How could we have missed this? Here is a simple 10-step chain of reasoning that has now become clear to many of us:
1. The problems we currently face, of which climate change is only one, can no longer be solved locally, or even by a consortium of the largest nation-states.
2. There are no international organizations, including the United Nations, that are presently capable of solving them.
3. None of these problems can be solved through force or litigation.
4. Bitter conflicts and diverse opinions are widespread between nations, political groups and environmental organizations over whether these problems actually exist, who is responsible for them, and how to solve them.
5. All of these conflicts are blocking us from reaching agreements, implementing them, and solving problems in time, and the dispute resolution mechanisms we currently have in place are incapable of resolving them quickly or deeply.
6. If we do not solve them fully and in time, hundreds of millions, perhaps billions of people will die, thousands of species will become extinct, and the Earth may become uninhabitable.
7. These problems will only increase as population and technology grow and we become more interconnected and interdependent.
8. The only way we can solve these problems and increase our chances of surviving is to build our capacity to communicate across differences, agree on solutions and implement them through voluntary international collaboration.
9. To improve our capacity for voluntary collaboration, we will need to reduce the systemic sources of chronic conflict and resistance to change worldwide; and therefore to reduce poverty and inequality, find alternatives to unregulated capitalist market competition, and increase political democracy.
10. To do any of these successfully, we will need to vastly increase our skills in cross-cultural communication, prejudice reduction and bias awareness, informal problem solving, group facilitation, public dialogue, collaborative negotiation, mediation, and conflict resolution systems design.
Our goal, quite simply, in traveling to Copenhagen, is to convince the delegates that, along with reducing CO2 emissions and finding sustainable sources of energy, we need to reduce the level of global conflict and find sustainable methods of living together. If we don’t, even the best proposals with the most unassailable scientific evidence behind them will not succeed. Put simply, our historic approaches to conflict have also become unsustainable.
So what are we going to do? We are now about 100 mediators from 20 countries, all coming to Copenhagen under the auspices of Mediators Beyond Borders, but representing conflict resolvers around the world and people everywhere who believe in the possibility of peaceful solutions.
We are a small but determined band, a kind of “children’s crusade,” finding strength in our strangely naïve, yet deeply realistic belief that we can actually make a difference. We are inspired by Margaret Mead’s brilliantly phrase: “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world: Indeed it’s the only thing that ever has.”
More deeply and immediately, as Leonard Cohen put it in song, “[We are] guided by the beauty of our weapons,” which consist of listening with open minds and hearts, working jointly to understand and overcome our problems, seeking mutual gains and the satisfaction of everyone’s interests, and working creatively and collaboratively to find and implement solutions - not only to the problem of climate change, but to the deeper problem of how we solve our problems.
It has been a combination of the importance and clarity of our mission, the beauty of this process, and the presence of MBB as an inspiration for mediator leadership and a catalyzing force for volunteerism that has resulted in the extraordinary teamwork and dedication of the last few months. We have gone from a little idea to a large, active, engaged, committed team of mediators. I will explain more about how this happened and what it feels like as the week unfolds.
I will write again tomorrow with a report on the registration process and our first strategy meeting at Tina’s house tomorrow afternoon.
Please feel free to share these thoughts with anyone you want. And wish us well. We will need it.
Love to all,
Ken