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Deep breath… We’ve made it to the half way point of 365. It’s been an exquisite adventure, one that has allowed us, for over six months to meet a marvelously diverse group of strangers. Strangers who are now friends in one way or the other.

We have heard from close to two hundred individuals, in whom many life philosophies have been revealed.

Some have had dark times or words to share, others light-hearted moments and in many we have developed a variety of common themes and through-line stories.

Selfishly, I must thank you for traveling with me in aiding the growth of my writing skills (over 160,000 words to date), and if you have been following from the beginning, you may have even noticed an improvement of my spelling. Yep, I get it now… surely… not surly.

I’ve platformed face to face with nearly eight hundred people, some loving 365 in allowing me to photograph them, and others chasing me off like the Bubonic Plague. Yet still, we roll forward in our hopes of forming a better understanding of humankind.

The meaning of unity has grown within my heart, and my respect for the worth of the individual has expanded to encompass all that I do.

I have now observed countless examples of the effects of the actions, or thoughts, of one single person. And have first hand felt of both the negative and uplifting results of mingling with society.

The power any individual yields is immense. If harnessed for the positive, it can change lives and be a powerful contributor towards to betterment of humanity. However, if faltered by judgment, greed, deceit or any number of the admonitions our friends of the last 184 days have departed upon us, one can also stop the clock of positive progression of man and planet.

My life and career will never be the same, and I have 365 to credit for the new perspective I now wear on my shirtsleeve, “We really are in this thing together.”

And within us all lies the potential for greatness, for self, for community and for (I know this is a huge claim) for mankind.

“Thanks Richard, another life gospel by Richard moment, but what in the world does it have to do with the group photo, and the words.”

In a way maybe I have cheated a little today, yet deep down I think I am legit.

From time to time I am called upon by educational and other institutions to present or lecture on artistic craft and professional development; in doing I have always soapboxed for self-honesty, and through sharing methods of creative development and balanced life perspective, I hope I have shed some light as to the life of an artistic mind.

So to be visited today by the photo department of Brigham Young University, gives me first call to adapt my 365 findings to a usual and rehearsed presentation. And you know what? Nothing is the same anymore!

For two hours I find myself center stage in interacting with twenty unknown faces, all of whom I am positive have twenty unique stories.

Some are engaged… some are distant (makes sense, they have been traveling and visiting other photographers for two days, and I am the last of the schedule).

We talk of history and business, but when we hit the 365 stride, magic happens (well at least in my mind… if any of you BYU friends are reading this, let me know if I am off base?)

I tell of Slava, my first friend, and the experience that drove me to start 365 along with the outcome in how it has affected both my personal life and professional position.

The biggest take away for all of us, as I sing like a broken record, “We are all unique, have our own point-of-view and if we have the courage to listen to it, and to follow it, then we can find our full potential.”

That blended with a healthy respect for the world, and the people around us, is key to self-development and the conquering of what I call, “The illness of bitterness.”

An illness that once contracted, has the terrible power to blur not only vision, but mind, spirit and body.

We conclude our time together, and as I prepare my camera bag for a 365 venture, it hits me that these fine young men and women are absolute strangers. But how in heaven can I fairly interview such a large group in what I feel can take no longer than twenty minutes (they are hungry, tired, and I am sure ready to hear another voice other than mine).

Ah, I get a brainstorm! Just like the new years challenge, allow them to write one word that answers either of my questions. I give no direction, and take only one frame of each new friend. Want to keep it really honest.

Sure, they are snap shots, yet the more I look at them, the more I can truly see the depth and character of each individual, and amazing they all are.

For your reference, here is a reminder of the questions.

Question One:
“If you could give the people of the world any advice, council or wisdom, what would you say?”

Question Two:
“Looking towards the future, where would you like to see the people of the world, or the planet, and/or what do you predict the world will be like?”

Hope you enjoyed…Talk tomorrow my friends.

7:00pm Friday night, the streets are full of people enjoying an endless choice of catering trucks, a typical end of week in Granada Hills, with the gathering of the best of the best mobile eateries. I’ve been here several times and every time I attend, enjoy the great food and company in meeting a stranger turned friend.

I arrive with expectations of again meeting a friend on the street, but as I walk, a dry feeling engulfs me, swaying me away from wanting to approach anyone on the sidewalk. What does keep nagging at me is this, “Go to the Barber shop you passed on that side street where you parked your car.”

I ignore the prompting for some time, reasoning with myself, “You have committed to meeting someone on the boulevard,” and the more I walk the louder the voice gets, “Go to the barber shop!”

It’s close to 8:00pm now, I’ve aimlessly wandered for close to an hour, when I walk through the doors and enter the pool-tabled shop of Barber/Entrepreneur Jalon.

I am a little apprehensive to interrupt he and his last two clients of the day, but with welcoming attitudes they allow me into their circle, a circle of more than client/barber relationship, but a circle of true friendship.

Both have been coming to Jalon (Twitter) for years, “He is the best in The San Fernando Valley,” one says. “No,” the other exclaims, “He is the best barber in California.”

What makes Jarom so good at what his craft, again in the voice of his clients, “Precision, like Kobe!”

Yet there is more to Jalon than precision, his shop is a sanctuary the friendship and I have found myself amidst friends in what feels like a living room conversation.

Jalon sets the tone, and upon his suggestion for us, I realize why.

“This may sound cliché, but we should all follow the golden rule.” He begins as he works on an intricate cut on one of his clients… I mean friends.

Sure we have heard many talk of the Golden Rule, yet this is the first time I have been in an environment that radiates its values.

It is a universal rule that has been expressed to me by just about every kind of person you can think of. And this has driven me to do a little research:

From the scriptures of the Bahá’í Faith:
“Blessed is he who preferreth his brother before himself. —Bahá’u’lláh

Beware lest ye harm any soul, or make any heart to sorrow; lest ye wound any man with your words, be he known to you or a stranger, be he friend or foe.” —`Abdu’l-Bahá

Buddha advises:
“Comparing oneself to others in such terms as “Just as I am so are they, just as they are so am I,” he should neither kill nor cause others to kill. —Sutta Nipata 705

One who, while himself seeking happiness, oppresses with violence other beings who also desire happiness, will not attain happiness hereafter. —Dhammapada 10. Violence”

Christian ethics:
“Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them” —Matthew 7:12

 “Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against one of your people, but love your neighbor as yourself” —Leviticus 19:18

 “But the stranger that dwelleth with you shall be unto you as one born among you, and thou shalt love him as thyself; for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt: I am the LORD your God”.  —Leviticus 19:34”

Judaism:
“You shall not take vengeance or bear a grudge against your kinsfolk. Love your neighbor as yourself: I am the LORD.” —Leviticus 19:18

“The stranger who resides with you shall be to you as one of your citizens; you shall love him as yourself, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt: I the LORD am your God.” —Leviticus 19:34

“’That which is hateful to you, do not do to your fellow. That is the whole Torah; the rest is the explanation; go and learn. —Talmud, Shabbat 31a, the ‘Great Principle’”

Islam:
“…and you should forgive And overlook: Do you not like God to forgive you? And Allah is The Merciful Forgiving.” —Qur’an (Surah 24, “The Light,” v. 22)”

“The most righteous person is the one who consents for other people what he consents for himself, and who dislikes for them what he dislikes for himself.”

Here is a link to a much fuller set of interpretations of the rule. A rather enlightening read.

Jalon is a man of compassion, who evidently holds strong to The Golden Rule in the way he treats his clients… oh again… I mean friends… or per The Golden Rule… “Neighbors.”

Neighbors that through my unannounced visit this evening, I am comfortable to call friends.

Jalon finishes the last haircut and even though quitting time from a long day has arrived, he graciously allows me some photo time.

I ask him of his advice for us, challenging him to think of both the present and of the world to come.

For the present, “Try to find some kind of a spiritual crutch, so when people are not around you can rely on, you have somewhere to turn.”

For what’s ahead, “I don’t think we are heading to too much good. There is too much inflation, and the way things are going, it looks like the government will be running things. I’m not sure if I want to be there.”

Two very sobering outlooks, both of which we can choose either to ignore or to do what we can in contributing to a better future.

Let us all be that crutch Jalon speaks of; that in our own way, we magnify what has been brought to us by so many of our 365 friends, that same Golden Rule.

It close to 8:30pm, we are all feeling a little spent and with a teamsmanship like hug, Jalon and I part our ways.

Talk tomorrow, my friends.

For some reason, as I write of today’s friend, I can’t purge the reference of Charles Lutwidge Dodgson’s (pseudonym Lewis Carroll) classic novel, Alice In Wonderland.

I’m sure you know the story, and as I reflect on how to acquaint you with my new friend, one character keeps appearing in my mind, that of the Hookah smoking oracle, The Caterpillar.

No he is not a Hookah smoker, nor does he speak in riddles, or exploit any of his wisdom with any form of rudeness. Yet in addressing us, he is deliberate, calm and introspectively aware… like an oracle.

His name is Irvin, a young man, who other than his zest for basketball and in developing his career as an architect, he is committed to passing on what he can.

“What is your definition of success?” I question.

In perfect oracle form, he pauses long and deep, then replies, “Success is being able to not only help yourself… but to help others.

Either you steer people the right way or help them open their eyes in taking a moment to focus on what they really want, and to help them get there before it’s too late.

And if there is something else they want to be, to help them to act before they waste time, money or opportunities.”

Irvin is only twenty-one, how does he gain such insight?

In his words, “My dad is from Central America, moved to the United States when he was twenty. His father abandoned his family when he was seven years old, and since then he has always been a hard worker. He had to, wanted a better life for his family and he has never given up.

Last year he had a brain aneurism at forty-eight and suffered a stroke that paralyzed his left leg. Now he walks… he never gives up.

He has always inspired me to wake up every day and do something. I have to admit that some days I so wake up and just want to have fun, then I think of my dad or other people in the same situation, or how hard my mom is working to support the family now that my dad can’t work anymore.”

Irvin is no martyr; he is an advocate for self-reflection and of positive action.

“I’m shy,” he tells me. But as I converse with Irvin, he slowly opens up and I see not an ounce of hesitation. I propose… Irvin is incredibly thoughtful.

From his example, might we think of how we react to those around us who are not the greatest orators or at the center of attention? The question, do we dismiss, before we inquire?

Irvin ponders throughout out interview, and after each pause he delivers humble counsel, “’I can’t give any advise of myself, but based on my experience with my family and friends, I’d say, ‘keep pushing and don’t give up. Opportunities show up if you keep pushing.’”

Yeah, we have heard similar words before… Keep pushing, Irvin claims.

Many may react, how much more can I push? Life is too difficult! It’s not fair!

But when you think of the case of Irvin’s father, who in many ways, had the deck of life cards stacked against him, it is evident that all is possible, and life becomes a matter of balanced perspective.

And that balanced perspective is what has been passed on to Irvin, and the genesis to my labeling him, oracle.

“People used to be a lot friendlier and less insecure.” Irvin tells me.

I’ve heard this line before, “People used to be a lot friendlier,” but Irvin give us an original interpretation by including the thought, “And less insecure.”

Again, an oracle’s reflection, and a reflection that we can all chew on. Life is faster than ever, and I am positive that it will only speed up with the passage of time.

Brings us to accountability in directing our behavior and brain waves. With a world moving faster than we can ourselves develop, how can we find our true selves?

Every day is a battle for quite mind share, and in Irvin’s paused thinking as he responds to my questions, I am re-reminded of a valuable lesson, “Think before you act, and act upon what you mind tells you is right. And in doing so, be strong enough to ignore any world influence that is contrary to your core beliefs of who you are.”

There is so much compassion for others in Irvin, Things like returning from Hawaii, where he was attending university, to help his youngest brother who was getting into trouble, and his current evening employment, not solely for himself and his education, but also to do his part in supporting the family.

Another pause, followed by wishes for the next generations, “I hope life goes in a good direction. There are a lot of good resources and opportunities… if people don’t get greedy.”

Greed? I agree, the mother of so much devastation.

After thirty minutes of conversation, Irvin unassumingly talks of his needs, “I like to be with people who are supportive and inspiring, and look out for me. You don’t want to be with people who put you in a bad position. I’ve been pretty lucky!”

What do the Muppets and Haman of the Old Testament have in common…?

Answer… The Jewish holiday Purim.

“How can that be, I’ve read The Book of Esther, and there a not puppets written of.”

Well leave it to the minds of two very creative Rabbi’s, an enthusiastic congregation and the talents of puppeteer Renee (a close family friend of mine) and you have a fun-filled night of family and worship at Shomrei Torah Synagogue where I find myself, along with my daughter (care of Renee’s invitation) to take part in a Purim celebration.

The service is addictively entertaining, and with Kermit the Frog, Miss Piggy and The Cookie Monster leading center stage in telling the story of The Book of Esther, all in attendance are enthralled.

The plot goes like this, “Esther belonged to God’s special people, the Jews. Esther and many other Jews lived in the land called Persia. Persia was a long way from their own land.

The king of Persia was angry with the queen and he sent her away. Then he searched for another wife who would be the new queen. He chose Esther.

One of the king’s chief officials, called Haman, hated the Jews and he plotted to destroy them. But Esther’s uncle Mordecai asked Esther to speak to the king to save the Jews. Although Esther was the queen, Mordecai was asking her to do a dangerous thing. People could not go to see the king if he had not invited them. But Esther did what Mordecai asked. The king was pleased with her and listened to her. The king gave to the evil Haman the punishment that Haman had wanted to give to the Jews.

The book of Esther does not mention the name of God. This is strange for a book that is in the Bible. Sometimes God seems to be silent. We might even think that he does not care about us. The writer of the book of Esther probably wanted his readers to realize that God is always in control. Although we cannot see God, he is always doing things in the world. Nobody can stop his plans. The events in the book of Esther show us that God is in control.”

“God is always in control,” a prefect background to capture the essence of today’s friend, the voice of Miss Piggy in this evening’s performance, the absolutely charming Linda.

As the Synagogue clears we grab a bench to sit and chat. Linda has a comfort about her and it makes sense that her light-hearted nature aided her in being part of the entertainment this evening. If you have ever performed you know it takes a certain letting go of mind and thought. The closest reference I can make is it’s like living in the moment, without obsession on the perceptions of others.

Linda speaks of her mind-set, “’My mother used to tell me, ‘Don’t worry until you have to.’”

Worry is a word that Linda does not possess in her vocabulary and it is evident in the ease of her countenance and the bond that she has with the congregation. In being with her, I am a passenger in her rapport with all those who she associates with, and it is apparent that Linda’s perspective is valued by all those who know her; now including myself.

Linda is full of hope and optimism, a difficult thing to have in these modern times.

“I see a time where the world will be at peace and the planet will survive. A world where people are going to be more tolerant of one another,” she proposes.

Her advice is simple, “Put yourself in the other person’s situation before you judge them, and always give all the benefit of the doubt.”

Not much else can I write; Linda has wrapped it up very well, wouldn’t you say.

Oh how about this, in tribute to our Muppet Friends…  “Ma Num A Na!”

Shameless Plug:
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A building side reading “Home of Pet Adoption Fund,” grabs my eyes as I drive an industrial area in-route to Home Depot to pick up cleaning solution for the urine my dogs have graced my home carpets with. Got to love them, it’s their house too, right?

And with pets on my mind, stopping to say hello just seems like the right thing to do. I flip a U-turn, and to the barks of welcoming canine, manage to squeeze into one of the last two remaining parking slips.

To the office I go, where again, I am greeted by the voice of more four-legged friends, all of who are asking for my attention. Looking at the clock I realize it’s 4:45pm, the room is full of adopting families and doors close at 5:00pm, it feels as if I have just ingratiated myself to a party without an invitation.

The room full of dog lovers and volunteers are all scurrying to feed, water and board countless dogs for an evenings rest, so much so that it is difficult to get a word in edgeways.

No one is rude, just very busy. I do my best to tell of 365, but every time I open my mouth, my introduction is muffled by two small guests in cages to my right; looks like I’m being upstaged, but in the end, and with ten minutes left until quitting time, the hard-working and dog loving Megan, shares a moment or two with us.

Our talk is very brief, but I later do a little on-line research and find out what really makes this place tick, and Megan is at the front of the quest in finding loving homes for the many homeless animals that she so apparently loves.

It appears that Megan gives countless volunteer hours of her life to helping place the pets that fill the cages, and runs, of Pet Adoption Fund, the largest non-profit, no-kill animal rescue organization in Southern California.

Animals that have been rescued and now sheltered until they find loving permanent homes, a huge task; and one that is staffed primarily by volunteers. Existing solely on donations the facility houses around 175 dogs and 75 cats, of all sizes, ages and breeds.

Since 1983, Pet Adoption Fund has cared for, rehabilitated, and found responsible and happy homes for thousands of pets, never rejecting the old, the disabled, or the socially challenged. And with a no-kill policy they are committed to providing shelter and care to all deserving yet less fortunate animals, many of whom may never get a second chance at a loving home.

As Megan and I have our brief chat, we are joined be other volunteers who are giving of their time to walk and play with the animals who are still looking to be adopted.

I get what they are doing; both of my dogs are rescued. And knowing there are so many sweet animals who need a home, I’ll never buy a pet again.

Like I said, Megan is hurried, the day has ended, and she is on her way to urgent care (seems she is coming down with what she thinks is strep throat). But although ill, Megan beams, “Always try to look at your glass a half full.”

“We have to think positive,” she smiles.

She is sick; dogs are barking to the left and to the right, and now she has found herself in front of the camera. If that is not looking at the glass half full, I don’t know what is.

“We need to take better care of our planet,” Megan expounds. I’m hoping we keep hearing this sentiment; it is one that I am always happy to listen too and to write of.

“I still see a lot of people littering and it drives me crazy. We need to be cleaner, it’s not that hard to pick up after ourselves and to recycle more. It would be great to one day see everyone driving more electric cars, even though they have their own environmental issues. Nothing is perfect, but we at least need to make better choices.”

The last of the Pet Adoption Fund residents have settled into their sleeping quarters and with a pleasant voice, Megan concludes her comments with this; “Don’t shop, adopt.”

There is land in the center of the City of Angels and in it thrives a small tribe of the greatest diversity. There are but only three gates into its core and surrounding its inhabitants only a small wall protects it from the hustle of a rushing populous of over twelve million.

In it exists an artful people of magical accord, a people who all engage in a unified voice of acceptance and harmonized difference. A stunning culture that everyday celebrates the union of difference and shares an admiration for life’s trials.

Before it flows the concrete river of Etawanda, and life travelers pausing at its banks enter by invitation in escaping a hardened shoreline. Weary City of Angels citizens pass under its winged horse of steel that stands in flight as a crest to welcome all passing under the main gateway on its Eastern boarder.

A silent beat of a drum drives the heart of this hidden providence, protecting it from the ravages of pessimism and divides of culture ramped throughout the metropolis that engulfs it.

Its humble fortifications of concrete and wrought iron require no army to protect all who thrive within its walls. And never will be seen a king entering or emerging from its gates.

Those who visit its central court of stage are entertained to a feast of symphonic individuality and are captured by the silent rhythm of a modulating pulse of pop culture. And those who journey its cityscape or travel through its countryside of spray can color are infected by a heartbeat that cannot be ignored.

Welcome to the Village of Eclectia, and in the citizens of Das Bauhaus.

In traveling its dwellings I meet six of its inhabitants, and of each I ask the 365 questions.
Q1: What words of wisdom, advice or council do you have for my 365 followers?
Q2: Looking towards the future, what predictions do you have, or wishes you would like to share?

Citizen Will:
Q1: The three “P”s: Persistence, Promotion and Plugging.
Q2: There’s going to be WWIII in the next 10 years. The banks have taken over everything. It’s kind of’ like a Ponzi scheme that will escalate into war; it’s going to be a different kind of war, like a cyber-war.”

Citizen Joseph:
Q1: Think globally… Act locally. We are much more likely to have a sustainable result from 100 people giving 5% rather than 5 people giving 100%.
Q2: We can’t accurately predict exactly what will happen. But I can say the pace is getting too rapid. Technology and the Internet was unheard of 20 years ago, we have to be careful to not lose ourselves in it. I’m also concerned about over-population and the way we are educated on a global perspective. I think it is very important to educate people in third-world world countries, especially the women. And we need to embrace each other’s faiths and differences and agree to disagree.

Citizen Michael:
Q1: Step back from your life and look at the things that are of value to you, and realize whether or not, if you are making those things more prominent, or if you are letting the obstacles of the world deny you from expanding them.
Q2: Our species is at a crossroads, and it depends on us as to which way we go. Do we continue the trend of living our life with fear, or do we look beyond that and see the world with love rather than fear?

Citizen Mark:
Q1: There are two kinds of problems; those you can do something about, and those you cannot do anything about. Face the consequences, don’t quibble, just do it, and never take anything at face value.
Q2: 2025? It will be like either being back in the 1850s, or forward in the 2050s.

Citizen Connor:
Q1: Embrace the paradigm shift. The times are exciting, the energy is shifting and people know it. The antennas are picking it up and you can feel it. The possibilities are endless.
Q2: Continued liberation of everything, and there will be more examples of disclosure. There will be a giant boost in confidence and more and more people ready to accept the top being popped-off to a higher level of consciousness.

Citizen Harmony (daughter of landlord Don):
Q1: Make it new and make it fresh; a new perspective on every day.
Q2: I perceive the divide will be extreme. The trajectory I see is: the divides will collide and then they will rebuild.

Fascinating as all the citizens of city Das Bauhaus are, there are two topics that deeply touch my heart.

Harmony speaks of womanhood and the way modern culture, the media and fashion trends have worked to degrade how women are viewed, act and are treated in society, and how the perception of womanhood is skewed towards impossible standards. Having a daughter myself, the conversation is deep in my concerns in regards to the kind of world she will grow up in.

Harmony prompts us to accountability in pondering our perspectives, and responsibilities, as to how we respect women and ourselves.

She hopes for a future where women are looked upon with more dignity for who they are, not the way the media, fashion trends, and the misconceptions of the feminine role tell them how they should look, act or feel.

Joseph shares a similar point in his concern for women in third-world countries, but that is not why I am featuring him. My purpose in speaking of him is a chase for good Karma.

You see… Joseph is dedicated to his family. Seems he has a brother and a sister, both of whom are in foster care. Siblings he obviously loves enough to fight the fight for custody, an extremely long and costly battle, and one that has required him to work three jobs to support. He speaks with no malice, only a peaceful concern to reunite and a drive to do whatever he can to rebuild his family.

I write of this in requesting us all to take a moment of silence for Joseph and his family. And please forgive me if I am getting too new age with this request. But after experiencing so many Zen-like moments in my 365 travels, what the heck! A little good juju can’t hurt, can it?

Talk tomorrow, my friends.

Who says apartment living cannot be communal? And if there are any apartment living rules that demand this, then Don, the man behind Das Bauhaus, is breaking all the regulations.

First off, those who reside in one of the twenty-four units of Das Bauhaus are called guests.

Guests, not tenants, not renters or not even numbers, they are respected as unique individuals; and I have to credit this as one of the major reasons there is a long waiting list to get an apartment in the compound.

I intentionally call Das Bauhaus a compound for a purpose. To call it an apartment complex would be selling it short.

The place is a visual and cultural festival. Art is everywhere, and is constantly being updated by the talents of those who are guests within the compound walls. Walls and guests that echo the community spirit, and vision of community, that Don has spent a life nurturing.

“I became very active in community service over twenty years ago when a group of us started the first Northridge Community Council. We changed the way things were done. First we dropped the titles, replacing them with things like big kahuna, bean counter, etc. We even drafted our by laws to allow for dogs to vote and not cats… everyone knows cat’s cannot be trusted. We did great things, and were supported by a very aware and active community. We all went at it like Indians, with no one looking to become a Chief. It was all about vision!

Downtown could not stand it, they even offered us a fifty thousand dollar grant, but we did not take it. Didn’t need it, we were doing well with what we had, and we knew if we accepted the money, there would be strings attached.”

Don tells me of the works they did, from hosting huge fund-raising events at Das Bauhaus to creating a vivacious community service team who were, and continue to beautify, watch and keep the neighborhoods and streets clean and safe.

Here is a cool fact; to be a guest at Das Bauhaus it is required to provide proof of participation in a yearly community service. That alone is a confirmer of the character that lies within the people of its community.

And because of this community, I am forced to break my entry into two consecutive days… a first for 365. With this, today I’m telling you of Das Bauhaus creator Don, and tomorrow I’ll introduce you to his daughter and five guests that are a living tribute to the community.

In getting to know Don, he guides me on a walking tour of the facility, all the while receiving greetings from his guests… as I observed… community.

Don cheerfully engages with all who greet him, and as he does, I feel as if I am part of a connected family of diverse people, all of whom are in-lawed together by the gates of Das Bauhaus.

Stories of art and energy surround me, a courtyard stage to the front of me, an eclectic recreation room behind me, as well as a curiously magnetic dart boarding enclosure to my right (Don’s way of turning the electrical room into a functional socializing experience).

Das Bauhaus is a breeding ground for human unity and in it you can feel, and see, its contribution to modern culture and creativity.

Don takes me to the parking area. All around us are elaborate works of graffiti art, some of which is created by the hands of now established and respected artists.

“All of this is living and breathing,” Don explains.

“And it’s been really cool to watch it grow. I’ve seen some amazing things happen here.

We’ve had days when twenty or more graffiti artists have gathered to work together on a wall. It’s a blast to watch. Here is this rough-looking group of guys, sitting around and constructively critiquing the work. Where else can something like this happen? If they did it on the streets, they would be arrested, and here they form a proactive community. How cool is that!”

Don shows me another quirky perk, a welding areas, complete with tools. “I’ve got one girl living here that is an exceptional artist, she is now making a living with her welded sculptures.”

They guy truly cares for all who are guests and he does all that he can to help them evolve in their lives. We joke about his title, and he settles on, “I’m OK with being called the Landlord.”

In summarizing Das Bauhaus, Don has the perfect words, “It is a cocktail that is always evolving. We work to keep the energy moving, and are very careful in the guests we accept. This is a special place, and the chemistry of the people who live here influence it spirit for all of us.”

I’ve only scratched the surface in describing the visual feast of Das Bauhaus. A place that is the brainchild of our new friend Don, and an ever-evolving manifestation of the guests that call it home.

From the handcrafted mail area to the strange second level doors that were one in Madonna’s home and ever-changing display cases that greet all who enter it gates, Das Bauhaus is one of a kind.

With the sweat of his own hands Don has built a home for the eclectic. A huge think tank of cultural diversity and a sanctuary for the arts. Tomorrow I will introduce you to a few of his guests, but for now I’ll conclude with a sober side of Don’s concerns for society.

“I’m not feeling so hot about the future. I’ve lived through The Bay of Pigs, Castro, The Cold War and Vietnam, and I have to say, I’ve never seen things like they are now. I think we are in a lot of trouble.

I’m pro Israel; it is a great country and a testament to people who can survive in a fight for peace. We should all model their tenacity and concerns for society. The Middle East is messed up by the greed of misdirected religion and that in combination with the war for fossil fuel is breeding the fulfillment of what is to come. We need to stand up and do what is right, and we need politicians who are courageous enough to move us forward.”

Don, you are a man of action. Your history, deeds and the community you so selflessly support clarify this to us all.

My hope is that your hard work is not in vain, and by the fruits of your efforts, and your courage to speak out of times to come, that we all gain a glimpse into your vision.

A vision that I think I can accurately translate to this question.

Shall there come a day when we can push ourselves in choosing to see eye-to-eye, rather than, through misdirected acts or reactions, adopt the lower law of an eye-for-an-eye?

Don, thanks again, we’ll keep our eyes open.

Oh! One final note… Don departs one last word of wisdom, “Always… get and give receipts.”

We have to give him that, after all… he is a landlord.

I ask him for his council, “A random immortal movement requires something epic,” he replies in addressing the mission of 365.”

An immortal movement requiring something epic? That is a large title for me to swallow, but I take it as a compliment from our friend of the hour, Gonzo, Chameleon and Film Maker, K. Harrison Sweeney, as he begins his dialogue, or should I say monologue with us today.

I am not alone in meeting K. Harrison (I’m going to call him K. for short), with me is my long time friend Donna (not pictured). Having her participate in 365 is cause for joy, and her contribution to our conversation is welcomed by both K and myself. Group discussions are always so refreshing.

As we casually begin our conversation, K searches for a response to what he is calling and epic question, and as he does, Donna and I are captivated by the energy of a mind that does not stop. You see… K is a furry of imagination and improvisational skill.

“I’m in preproduction of my second Zombie film,” K propels. And I use the word propels very selectively.

In his description of his film we are entertained by an endless sense of humor in every aspect of K’s delivery and posture. K is a performer through and through and we all find ourselves immersed in a surreal mixture of real world issues and organic satire.

K has theater chops, I looked his bio up, Macbeth, Death of a Salesman, Romeo and Juliet and Fiddler on the Roof to name a few. Credits, that in addition to an endless lists of TV, film and commercials, further backs his credentials as he presses into the world of filmmaking.

Yet with a history of highly traditional roles, why Zombie films? I regret not asking K this question directly, but I think the answer lies in his eventual response in counseling us, “We have to dance with the mischief makers and learn exercise them!” he chuckles.

“It all in good fun,” and in this fun K has found a niche. Seems there is a gigantic culture of Zombie fans. And after a few minute in Google, I uncover a global audience of events and champions of the macabre who are eating the Zombie genre up. “Eating it up,”J, no pun intended.

K’s wit is at the core of his directorial decisions, and his intent is pure in working to produce films that are an extreme and silly escape from the reality of life, like I mentioned K is an entertainer.

And in an industry that has a reputation for crushing esteem and moral, K has managed to find a balance. In his captivating, I’m on stage form, he advises, “Do not put yourself in the presence of the demons.”

Demons…? A pretty deep and dark metaphor, and a simile that can be interpreted into all of our lives.

I view it this way. A demon is anything, situation or person who direct us in a path that diminishes self-respect and belittles or judges our worth without first obtaining a full understanding of the reasons for what we do, or who we are.

In the simplest terms, any external influence, or even self-reflected internal inspiration that makes us feel less than, or forces us to impose any negative on the will on others.

K’s smile is evident that he has managed to avoid the demons, and even though his films are raunchy, bloody and graphic, I checked out a trailer to his last film, “Undead Lovers,” there is a lightheartedness to them. Again a silly escape intended to entertain.

I ask K of his council for the future.

“’Funny you should ask me that question, I’m making a film right now for that very reason, ‘From the Trailer to the Grave,’  It speaks out about society. Things like environmentalism and racism.’”

“I grew up watching films like Mad Max and Indiana Jones, they are sagas where in every moment obstacles are overcome. That is what motivates me in my filmmaking.

I loved the Green Lantern comic book series and the way they used colors to represent virtues.”

K reflects on his childhood movie and comic influences in stating, “Every day of your life is a sequel that you are part of, and the more you embrace it, the more fun you will have.”

And using the Green Lantern as a guide, K expands on identifying the human experience. And as he does, I reflect on my outlook of life and how I manage my emotions.

For those of you who are not familiar with the emotions connected to the Green Lantern colors, here is a glossary a link in explaining its history.

Red is rage. Orange is avarice, Yellow is Fear, Green is will power, Blue is hope, Indigo is compassion, and Violet is Love. There is also Black which is Death, and is taking all the other colors to fight.

The history of the Green Lantern.

May we all have the Green to continue in Blue and to share as much Indigo as we can? And if we can stop Yellowing, in letting go of any Red, then possibly we can build a world with a lesser depth of Orange. It is up to us to choose. Do we Violet our neighbors as we Violet ourselves? I don’t know?

But I can say one thing… the smallest of acts goes a long way in starting the ball rolling in bettering our relationships?

K, a blast hanging with you. Good luck with your filming and thanks for the colors.

From a distance I see a man isolated on a bench beneath a tree, no one approaches him, or even resides near his proximity. At visual impression he is of great stature, and with his attention directed to literature in his hand, while engaged in a phone call, it leaves question as to his demeanor, or willingness, to even interface with those around him; sort of a conflict to the tone of our location, the interactive grounds of The Huntington Library, Museum and Gardens.

My wife also notices him, “Photograph him,” she directs me. I’ll admit, his presence intimidates me. But to not at least introduce myself would make me a hypocrite to my own 365 mission of “Chin up and eyes open to the world.”

I have no idea of what to expect as I wander to the shade in which my unknown friend has found privacy, and as he begins to stand up I reach out with a hello and invite to 365.

“I’m Richard” I share as I speak of 365. With a listening ear, followed with a smile, he replies, “Nice to meet you Richard, I’m Richard.”

My intimidation dissolves instantly and I find myself engaged in conversation with a very kind and polite individual. A man who originally I viewed as possibly unapproachable turns out to be a very compassionate and peace seeking human. Yet another lesson in looking past our conceptions in regards to the judgments we place on those around us. And today I am a partial offender in letting my fear distort my perspective of humanity.

I call Richard peace seeking. “I don’t believe in war and we have to stop it now,” he advises.

Richard’s beliefs are strong and he credits finding them to an experience he had at eighteen, “I read an article by Frank Church just before the Vietnam War broke out. That article changed my life and from then on I became a conscientious objector.”

It’s interesting how a man that I was very much intimidated by, is the exact opposite of my earlier perceptions. Richard wears a concern for life, liberty and the environment in his every word.

Per the planet, “We are in some deep Kimchi if we don’t do something fast!”

I get quite the education as Richard brings me up to speed on what is happening the to Earth’s atmosphere, and conditions that are leading to the acceleration of global warming. It has to do with the levels of CO₂ in the air, and the easiest way to bring you up to speed is to give you a link to an organization he supports, 350.org.

Here is the synopsis of the problem (as quoted at 350.org):
“350 parts per million is what many scientists, climate experts, and progressive national governments are now saying is the safe upper limit for CO₂ in our atmosphere.

Accelerating arctic warming and other early climate impacts have led scientists to conclude that we are already above the safe zone at our current 390ppm, and that unless we are able to rapidly return to below 350 ppm this century, we risk reaching tipping points and irreversible impacts such as the melting of the Greenland ice sheet and major methane releases from increased permafrost melt.”

Richard says, “We are in some deep Kimchi!

Everyday we get closer to the end. We need to see more planning for change, and we all have to opportunity to speak out,” he expands.

“I am a pacifist,” Richard calmly reveals, yet in stating it he directs no incrimination toward those serving at the fronts or enlisted in service. He even talks of the wars we face in everyday life and of civil rights.

What he does point his finger at are the political and big business endorsers of world conflict. And once again to support his reasoning, Richard provides us with a couple of interesting links:

Fellowship of the reconciliation (FOR)
FOR has been at the fronts of the fight for peace and freedom for over 100 years. They are a well-established organization with a history of conflict resolve.

The FOR Mission Statement
“FOR seeks to replace violence, war, racism and economic injustice with nonviolence, peace and justice. We are an interfaith organization committed to active nonviolence as a transforming way of life and as a means of radical change. We educate, train, build coalitions, and engage in nonviolent and compassionate actions locally, nationally, and globally.”

The FOR Vision Statement
“FOR envisions a world of justice, peace, and freedom. It is a revolutionary vision of a beloved community where differences are respected, conflicts are addressed nonviolently, oppressive structures are dismantled, and where people live in harmony with the earth, nurtured by diverse spiritual traditions that foster compassion, solidarity, and reconciliation.”

War Resisters League
“The War Resisters League has been resisting war ate home and war abroad since 1923. Today, as one of the leading radical voices in the antiwar movement, we challenge military recruitment and war profiteering, organize nonviolent direct actions, and offer on-the-ground tools to end the current war and all wars. The War Resisters League affirms that all war is a crime against humanity. We are determined not to support any kind of war, internationally or civil, and to strive nonviolently for the removal of the causes of war, including racism, sexism and all forms of human exploitation.”

In the end… it is up to us to decide which side of the fence we sit on in regards to warfare. In considering it’s purpose, I cannot ignore the blessing we have in America, and history tells of just wars, compassionately fought for freedom from oppression.

But on the other hand… we must question, “How many wars are wars for ultimate power?” The Hitler’s, Mussolini’s and Bin Laden’s, or the big business’ that so greedily profit at the expense of life, liberty and family?”

As per the planet, we all have the power to influence change. Even the smallest of acts can make the greatest of impact. That is… if we all do them.

Richard, we thank you for pointing our eyes at resolve.

And for the brave men and women who so willing risk life and limb in the fight for freedom. Freedom we all deserve. My you find yourself in just battles and thank you for your service or welcome home.