Sunday, March 24, 2019

Cool FREE or Cheap Things to Do on a Long Layover at DFW

Recently I had two long layovers at the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport and explored cool free and cheap things to do both in the airport and in the nearby town of Grapevine, Texas. Here’s what I found.

In Terminal E, FREE Couches and Yoga

Couches to lay down on. That’s right! No longer are you forced to sit upright by those annoying metal arms. After that red eye on your long layover, you just want to lay down and rest. And now you can! Near Gate E-16, and other places in Terminal E, you can find black comfy cushy couch love seats to recline on. Put your feet up. Yay! Feels so good.

Free yoga. Nearby to Gate E-16, underneath the escalator up to Sky Link, is a FREE yoga studio! Loaner mats. Big windows. Lots of light. Fake ficus trees add good vibe intentions.


Figure 1 Nearby Grapevine, TX has many cool things to see and do. You can get there and back on a $5 roundtrip tourist shuttle that departs hourly from the Grand Hyatt DRW in terminal D. Or take the TEXRail light rail for $2.50 each way from terminal B.

Historic Olde Towne Main Street in nearby Grapevine, Texas (recommended 4-hour minimum layover in order to enjoy at your leisure)

Figure 2 Main Street, Grapevine, Texas. Photo: https://royalstmoritz.com

Getting there: From the airport I took the hourly Grapevine Tourist Shuttle for a $5 day pass for one adult, or $10 family day pass for 2 adults and all their children under the age of 18. The first shuttle of the day picks up at the Grand Hyatt DFW in Terminal D at 9:45 am. The driver was friendly. She said she enjoys chatting with the passengers. I felt like a long lost cousin was welcoming me in to this foreign place; even though I just met her, we quickly felt like family.

Mega Mall versus Grapevine Lake

Apparently, most visitors want to visit the mega mall called Grapevine Mills Mall.

Since I prefer Mother Earth therapy to shopping therapy, I asked about walking to the lake I saw on the map—Grapevine Lake. The driver explained how I could walk there along city streets from the Torian Log Cabin tourist shuttle stop. It’s almost a 6 mile walk round trip to visit the lakeshore at Oak Grove Park.

It sounded a bit more of a walk than I felt like doing that day, so I instead opted to exit at the shuttle stop at the historic Grapevine Train Depot.

Historic Train Depot and Trains

The first thing I noticed was the sound of birds singing and conversing together in a bushy green tree. Lots of birds. What a welcome contrast to the constant drone of noise inside the airport!

Figure 3 Vintage Grapevine Train. Photo: https://www.grapevinetexasusa.com/grapevine-vintage-railroad

Then I noticed an antique train in the depot. The shuttle driver told me one can buy a ticket and ride on that train.

Art Galleries (and how to get there by train)

Across the parking lot from the Train Depot is a building with several art galleries. I wandered into Vetro Glassblowing Studio & Gallery.

Figure 4 Vetro Glassblowing Studio & Gallery, 701 S. Main Street #103. Photo: http://www.vetroartglass.com/

What beauty! My favorite glass sculpture was just inside the door—a jelly fish over three feet long seemingly swimming free in the air. I was enraptured with the contrasting textures, as well as the fluid beauty and luminescent colors. The center tendrils were covered with rough-looking chunky white bits of glass, like little barnacles. I felt mesmerized. Inside the gallery is a wide range of glass art from sculpture to Christmas ornaments, all made on the premises. You can even enter the workshop, or watch them work through the windows.

Figure 5 TEXRail from DFW airport to nearby communities just opened for passengers January 5, 2019. Photo: https://communityimpact.com/dallas-fort-worth/grapevine-colleyville-southlake/public-safety/2019/03/22/texrail-crossing-malfunction-causes-concerns-in-colleyville/

Another traveler on a layover entered the Vetro Glassblowing Studio & Gallery while I was there, pulling her rolling carry-on luggage behind her. She said she took TEXRail from the DFW airport Terminal B to the Grapevine Train Depot. Light rail train. A one-way fare costs $2.50. 

The traveler entered the glassblower’s work shop and scooped bits and blobs of glass with her hand out of a bin and into a baggie. As she paid for her purchase, she said these rounded dollops would be fun for her pre-school class to feel in their sensory box. After chatting with the gallery attendant, Aaron, about glass, ceramics and the elemental joys of fire, air and earth, I headed out to Main Street to see what I could see in this historically preserved Olde Towne Grapevine.

Main Street: Bob’s Backyard Art

Figure 6 Bob's Backyard Art. Photo: Google Maps streetview

Across Main Street my eyes latched on to the color, texture and movement at Bob’s Backyard Art. I wandered in. Spinners, folk art tin sculptures painted in bright colors, more glass art, and all kinds of surprises. My favorites were old style VW buses about three feet long, whimsical tin folk art. Instead of the VW logo on the front, a peace sign protruded from the hodge podge of creativity. My least favorite was a welded folk art machine gun of welded rebar painted black. Who would want to put that in their garden, I wondered. Seeing this so soon after the New Zealand massacre, I felt especially repulsed. So, I averted my gaze and savored the wonder and magic of the rest of the colorful, whimsical, spinning, glowing creations in Bob’s Backyard Art.

Figure 7 Bob's Backyard Art next to Master Made Feeds., 702 S. Main Street. Photo: Google Maps streetview

I asked the guy working there for a card, but they’d run out. And they don’t have a website, and he keeps thinking of setting up a Facebook page but just hasn’t had time. But he said they do ship anywhere in the US.

Bob’s Backyard Art is next to, and connected with, Master Made Feeds, 702 S. Main Street. 

Main Street: Grapevine Farmers Market and Picnic Spot

A block or two down Main Street, historic building after historic building, I wandered into a store called the Grapevine Farmers Market, 520 S. Main Street #203.

Figure 8 Grapevine Farmers Market, 520 S. Main Street #203. Photo: Google Maps streetview

Beautiful organic produce. Jars of local preserved sauces and salsas. Homemade hot tamales (free samples available!). Homemade pecan pralines. Vegan hummus with roasted garlic (homemade of course). Sourdough bread and rustic bread from a local bakery. So many healthy and delicious choices! And all displayed with love as if each item was an edible work of art. I bought rustic bread, roasted garlic hummus, and a chicken tamale (medium hot), then crossed the street to picnic in the shade on the large grassy lawn of the funeral parlor.

Figure 9 My picnic spot on the lawn of J.E. Foust & Son Funeral Home, 523 S. Main Street. Photo: Google Maps streetview

No one came out to tell me to get off the grass of the J.E. Foust & Son Funeral Home, 523 S. Main Street, so I guess it was okay to treat their lawn as a public park. (Thank you, J.E. Foust & Son!) I kicked off my shoes and wiggled my toes in the cool grass. I reclined on the lawn, looked up through the branches and saw three raptors soaring in the blue sky. Ahhhh! This sure beats hanging out in the terminal! Yes! I was definitely getting my fix of Mother Earth. The rustic bread was delicious, hearty, chewy. Dipped in the roasted garlic hummus—heaven. The tasty (but dinky) tamale I saved for later. I relaxed with my head resting on my backpack, gazing skyward as my bare feet and back soaked up the healing energy of Mother Earth.

That was how I spent my first hour and a half on Main Street in Grapevine, Texas.

Main Street: Wineries, Tasting Rooms, Eclectic Shopping

As I walked down main street towards the last shuttle stop to wait for my return ride to the airport, along the way I passed many wine shops and wine tasting rooms. They don’t call this place Grapevine for nothing!

Figure 10 The world's largest hand-tuned windchimes at Grapevine's Market on Main, 337 S. Main Street. Photo: https://www.facebook.com/GrapevinesMarketonMain/

Some shops especially stood out to me, even though I didn’t enter. One was Grapevine’s Market on Main, 336 S. Main Street. My shuttle driver later told me it is her favorite store. It has 30 vendors inside selling a wide range of unusual stuff. Outside Grapevine’s Market on Main are the largest tuned windchimes in the world. A gentle springtime breeze sounded the huge metal tubes of the chimes. The resonance was holy.

Main Street: Palace Theatre

Figure 11 Palace Arts Center, home to the Palace Theatre and the Lancaster Theatre, 300 S. Main Street. Photo: Google Maps streetview
My eye was drawn to the restored 1940 art deco-style Palace Theatre and Lancaster Theatre, 300 S. Main Street. 

The Palace shows a movie every Friday and Saturday evening for $6 (as well as free popcorn if you bring a receipt from a local shop or restaurant). Together these two theatres form the Palace Arts Center, which also hosts live performances and other events.

Main Street: Torian Log Cabin

My shuttle stop to return to the airport was in front of the historic Torian Log Cabin.

Figure 12 Log Cabin Shuttle Stop, 201 S. Main Street. Photo: Google Maps streetview

Figure 13 Torian Log Cabin, 201 S. Main Street. Photo: https://www.tripadvisor.com/Attraction_Review-g55930-d10619146-Reviews-Torian_Log_Cabin-Grapevine_Texas.html

This “luxury” two-room log cabin is furnished with period artifacts and has an interesting self-guided audio tour. You just step through the open doors into a sort of wood and glass booth and press the button.

When I boarded the hourly shuttle back to the airport, the same friendly driver asked how I enjoyed Main Street. We chatted all the way back to the terminal, where I felt wistful leaving my new friend, yet my heart was full of beauty. Beauty of the art in galleries and next to the feed store. Beauty of conversations with people I met. Beauty of the memories picnicking on good food while enjoying Mother Nature. I was filled with the beauty of exploring beautiful Main Street in Olde Towne Grapevine, Texas during my long layover at the DFW airport.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Chanting to Thaw ICE

 
Surrounding ICE with compassion. Photo: John Davenport.
September 14, 2017 I stood on the sidewalk outside the ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement) headquarters at 4310 SW Macadam Ave, Portland, Oregon and chanted Nam-myoho-renge-kyo for half an hour. I was the only chanting Buddhist in an interfaith action to protect people from being deported, to surround the ICE facility with compassion – to thaw ICE. As I stood there facing the brick wall, knowing the security cameras were pointed straight at me, I waved to them, then placed my hands in prayer position and chanted daimoku. An image rose up in my mind of Nichiren standing on a cliff looking out over the ocean on April 28, 1253, as he chanted Nam-myoho-renge-kyo for the first time. The interfaith group told me I was the first chanting Buddhist to participate in their actions. I felt like I was continuing the transmission started by Nichiren over 700 years ago.
This action in Portland to thaw ICE happens at noon on the second Thursday of the month. A river of people streams in silent meditation around and around the building (consuming an entire city block) while holding signs. On each corner stands a person to ground the action with sound. Three corners each had a person with a prayer bell, chiming positive vibrations. On the fourth corner I stood, chanting with my whole being, as I stared at the brick wall of the ICE headquarters.
The bricks, like everything, are composed of the mystic nature of life, Nam-myoho-renge-kyo, which keeps electrons spinning in atoms, and galaxies twirling through the universe. I sensed the bricks softening and opening, like even the hardest of hearts. The words of Starhawk, author of the book Truth or Dare, telling how ritual resists and transforms hierarchical power-over structures, resonated with me: “Ritual can become free space, a hole torn in the fabric of domination … a bridge that brings through into the world of the everyday a sense of the sacred. And so the everyday changes, deepens, until the sacred, like an underground stream, wears away control from below” (p. 98). Truly, I felt like a bridge of daimoku, of sacredness, flowing like water, transforming all it touches.
As I chanted, exposed in public, scrutinized by Homeland Security cameras, I felt grounded, powerful as the universe. I cover the webcam on my laptop because it creeps me out to know a spy device is watching me in the privacy of my own home. However, as I stood facing that brick wall of ICE – chanting Nam-myoho-renge-kyo – all that fear, paranoia, even anguish evaporated.
Two uniformed men, one with a police dog on a leash, whose backs read “Homeland Security,” came out of the building and walked past me. I kept chanting, tuned in to our universal oneness of courage, compassion and wisdom. One man smiled at me and waved. I smiled and waved back as I continued chanting. After the action wrapped up, many silent walking meditators told me how powerful it felt to walk through the vibration of my chanting Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.
The marchers have already had some results: Trump has yielded on the immediate deportation of DACA. Next month another SGI member tells me she will join me chanting to thaw ICE, as the silent meditators walk around the headquarters in compassionate prayer. Maybe you can come join us, too! Or, if you live outside of Portland, Oregon, perhaps you can connect with a local interfaith group to thaw ICE in your town, or start your own group to thaw ICE. After all, we SGI members chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo because one person stood up alone and chanted for the first time.
For more information on thawing ICE, please contact the Portland hosts:

2017 Pushcart Prize nomination

Lynette's poem

"Womanworks at BK and Mary's"
has been nominated for the prestigious Pushcart Prize.

Thank you to Sinister Wisdom literary journal!

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Thoughts on Divinity, Forgiveness, Bernie, and Trump

Divinity is the magick that pumps my blood and breathes with the trees and wakes me up in the morning after a night of dreams. My dreams are the divine, and the breeze on my skin. The way my chest feels as I silently commune with a tree, a bird, a flock of white snow geese swimming art in the sky grey with rain. The divine is conversation with a friend, being immersed in a vast ocean of like-minded souls like at the Women's March in D.C. on January 21st. The divine is meeting teachers, like Bernie.

Bernie Sanders on March 13, 2017 modeled for me magnanimous spirit, compassionate heart, what forgiveness can look like, as he sat in a Town Hall meeting in a mining community in McDowell County, West Virginia, 75% of whom voted for Trump. Without a trace of irritation in his voice Bernie stated again and again that not everyone agrees with him, and that's fine––then he firmly and clearly stated what he sees as the truth.

Oh, I see the anger and resentment harbored in my own heart. The pugilistic anger from my fear and pain as so many people continue hurting other people, hurting our Mother Earth, extinguishing species, destroying through greed and ignorance. I hesitated before writing the word "ignorance" because my anger is based on the belief that everyone sees the divinity of life, like I do, and they just don't care that they are destroying it. They lie and manipulate because they are cruel and mean. But the words keep coming to me, "Forgive them, for they know not what they do."

People tell me that because a person who was once close to me is an alcoholic he is incapable of realizing the pain he inflicted for years through verbal and fiduciary abuse, even when I cried again and again, "STOP!" My heart does not want to forgive him, to be a passive recipient of abuse not only from him, but from #45 in the White House and CEOs of Monsanto, etcetera, and brothers Koch. This brings to mind W.E.B. Du Bois's writings in The Souls of Black Folks. There he observes that slave owners in the South of the United States were so happy for their slaves to be Christianized, for then they stopped rebelling against injustice and instead longed for freedom in heaven with the Lord after they died. "Fatalistic" was the word Du Bois used. And oh, it was all so convenient for white supremacist capitalists.

I refuse to become passive. But I see in Bernie's actions his heart that truly wants people to be happy and have the dignity and well being they deserve as human beings. And he understands that sometimes we believe lies, believe false promises. Bernie said to the Trump voters last night that he understood they voted for Trump because they believed his promise to make their unbearable lives better. But then Trump didn't deliver on his promises and now he's working to make their lives even worse by attempting to repeal Obama Care, leaving them high and dry without rural healthcare.

Bernie spoke the truth without bitterness or condemnation when he stated that the Republican health "plan" was actually just a way to funnel even more money into the pockets of the super rich (who already have more than they need) by taking it from the people who truly need it, such as the people in the Town Hall meeting.

What if I could talk with that type of open heart with people with whom I disagree, to truly respect that they don't agree with me? What if I could converse in a way in which I could be heard by SGI "leaders" who I am angry with because they ignore the voices of the members? This lay Buddhist organization, Soka Gakkai International, has been my spiritual family for more than 30 years. But now so-called "leaders" shove authoritarian orders from above down our throats, even though our mentor Daisaku Ikeda writes "the SGI is a humanistic organization. It is not authoritarian, giving orders from above."

I am in a divine struggle within, how to speak the truth while loving and forgiving? But I'm afraid that if I forgive that would enable slave masters to do their dirty deeds with even more impunity. How can I help the SGI walk the talk? To practice the egalitarianism that we preach? How can I help the U.S. government to truly be by the people and for the people, where we welcome the world's huddled masses, yearning to breathe free, and stop abusing folks in other countries?

There are allies. Cracks and crevices. The grass grows through. Just keep growing and pushing the dead concrete of institutionalized habits and things will change.