Friday, December 12, 2025

Community Health

I spend quite a bit of time thinking about current health problems, and possible solutions. Some solutions can be found from exploring historical philosophies and observations. We have been warned. How we structure our days and routines, and what we do with our leisure time matters.

Health is not a political issue, but sadly it has become so, as a way to divide people. Large food and pharmaceutical corporations have co-opted government policy. So much so that grown adults would rather defend seed oils and Ozempic than admit they’ve been sold a slow-motion suicide in a Happy Meal box.

It’s hard to even have conversations with people around health topics without someone getting offended or becoming emotional. Rational thinking and open dialogue surrounding the problems are the only way forward. Obesity is no longer a condition; it’s the default setting. Autoimmune diseases bloom like toxic flowers. Children present with type-2 diabetes that used to be called “adult onset.” Teen depression and anxiety charts climb in perfect lockstep with screen-time charts. We medicate the symptoms and call it progress. I often wonder what the hell happened and why so many fall into the trappings. People would rather defend the status quo than admit they have been duped. Is it a civilizational suicide by comfort?

History teaches us that when a civilization becomes reckless with its leisure time, it will decay from the inside and eventually no longer exist. All of the current problems, we did to ourselves. Willingly. We lined up for it like it was the last chopper out of Afghanistan.

Almost a century ago, in 1932, a physical educator named Jay B. Nash stood up and screamed into the wind. He saw a nation training itself to watch other people move, other people create, other people live. He saw muscles softening, attention spans splintering, civic life atrophying because citizens were too busy being entertained to participate in anything that mattered. In ancient Greece, leisure time was a sacred space where human beings became fully human. The concept of "school" and "leisure time" (Greek: scholē) are actually connected through a fascinating linguistic and cultural twist. The English word "school" comes from the ancient Greek word scholē, but in Greek, scholē originally meant "leisure" or "free time"—specifically, leisure time devoted to learning, discussion, and intellectual pursuits. This free time was considered the ideal condition for education, philosophy, exercise, and self-improvement. So scholē wasn’t laziness — it was leisure used for learning and personal growth.

In ancient Greece:

"I have scholē today" = A place to intentionally train the mind and body, discuss ideas until they catch fire, wrestle with poetry and geometry and the gods until the soul itself feels larger. Leisure was the furnace of excellence.

The linguistic irony is brutal: scholē → school → the place where leisure goes to die. We bend our spines to the shapes of question marks and wonder why the answers never come.

In short, people need to be taught how to use their leisure time and learn that there are positive and negative outcomes based on lifestyle choices.

In the 1950s, Nash published a model outlining appropriate use of leisure time. Leisure time meaning, time not sleeping, eating, or working. In the book “The Philosophy of Recreation and Leisure” he questioned whether Americans could be trusted with leisure time. The rise of industrialization meant more leisure time was created. With AI looming, we will be going through another shift of the work/leisure balance. We haven’t properly adapted to the first wave of industrialization and ways to sabotage our physical and mental health have only intensified.

Here are the levels of Nash’s pyramid.

Level 0 – The leisure of despair. Anti-social or harmful behavior (e.g., delinquency, crime, substance abuse).

Level 1 – Passive escape. “Killing time,” Nash called it. Endless sleep, binge-watching, doom-scrolling. The body inert, the mind on life-support.

Level 2 – Mild emotional spectatorship. You feel a flicker when your team scores, a tear during a movie. But you yourself have done nothing.

Level 3 – Active participation: mild emotional involvement (e.g., socializing, light games, playing the part).

Level 4 – Creative participation, The summit. Your hands shaping clay or digging a garden. Your body sprinting until lungs burn. Your voice singing harmony you invented five minutes ago. (e.g., arts, crafts, music, sports as a participant, building or making things).

Humans are most fulfilled when their bodies and minds are stimulated. It makes sense there would be widespread mental health issues when a large majority of people are spending time doing things that require no critical thought. Nash argued that ideal leisure should move people upward toward creativity and personal fulfillment rather than keeping them at the lower, passive, or destructive levels.

Nash also published a book called “Spectatoritis” in 1932, which was a critique of modern American society's growing tendency toward passive spectatorship rather than active participation, particularly in physical and recreational activities. He argued that the rise of commercialized entertainment, radio, automobiles, and professional sports was turning Americans into a nation of passive observers, leading to physical, mental, and social deterioration.

The book warns that this shift undermines personal health, community life, democratic participation, and character development, as people lose the benefits of direct involvement, creativity, and effort. I’ve read both of Nash’s books extremely slowly because the sentences and words are loaded.

Looking at current trends, it’s easy to see why there has been a decline in physical and mental health. People were not even caught up to how to appropriately use radio and TV, then we throw smart phones and social media into the mix. It’s a diabolical mix that has had consequences on society as a whole. Almost every trend Nash identified in 1932 has accelerated dramatically. We didn’t just become a nation of spectators—we became a planet of them, and the smartphone finished the job that radio and movies started. His diagnosis from 93 years ago reads like a description of 2025.

Fast-forward to 2025 and the prophecy is almost complete. The average American adult now surrenders more than 11 hours a day—roughly 75 % of conscious life—to media consumption. Eleven hours. That’s more waking time than a medieval peasant spent bent over a plow. Children 8–18 clock 7.5 hours outside of schoolwork, often in darkened bedrooms lit only by the cold blue glow of phones.. Their attention fractures into eight-second shards.

Youth sports participation in the U.S. has dropped significantly since the 1990s for most activities except elite/travel-team versions. The hyper specialization of one sport has not been good for kids. Adult recreational leagues have largely been replaced by watching professional leagues or fantasy sports (a perfect metaphor: you “play” by watching others).Influencer culture, where people watch others work out (fitness influencers), cook, travel, renovate houses, even parent. Participation is replaced by vicarious living.

The tragedy is that the solutions are embarrassingly simple and have been known for millennia: move your body vigorously every day until you are painted in sweat, eat food that your great-grandmother would recognize, make something with your hands that wasn’t there yesterday, go to bed when the sun drops and rise with it. But those solutions require admitting we were sold a lie: that passive consumption equals rest, that watching excellence is almost as good as pursuing it, that leisure is something that happens to us instead of something we do.Until we are willing to say that out loud—without defensiveness, without politicizing the human body itself—we will keep sleepwalking into softer, sicker versions of ourselves.

Nash ended Spectatoritis with a warning that still rings like a bell in an empty cathedral:

“A nation of spectators will eventually become a nation of invalids—physically, mentally, and morally.”

Look out the window, the invalids are here, waddlin’ through the food courts of Babylon, scrollin’ through the ruins of Rome on their phones.

It' s a good thing bones remember dancing and blood remembers flowing.

(Art: Alex Grey)

Monday, November 17, 2025

The Alchemy of Patience

In our quest to be ourselves, we face many obstacles . Negativity seeping in from nearly every direction, fuled by a culture in love with stress and superficiality. Joy often comes from slow processes and learning new skills. Film photography and pottery are two slow processes I have been enjoying. I had wanted to learn the pottery process for a while. I recently started having dreams about it, so I finally took some classes.
In a world of faced paced distractions, these arts are small rebellions, fusing attention into permanence. Victory is the stillness that now lives within bones—
Camera: Holga 120N Film:Kodak Ektachrome E100
Both photography and pottery require an unhurried devotion. A daring surrender to the slow, intoxicating process. No frantic clicks, no instant completion; only the thrilling pulse of anticipation, the exquisite ache of becoming. Both processes leave you with a spirit that burns with a fierce untamed joy of creation.

Friday, November 14, 2025

Ethereal Rapture of Place

The feel—or more precisely, the resonance—of a place can settle into your bones like weather. It’s not something I consciously thought about much until moving away from Hawaii, where the land itself seemed to breathe in ʻōlelo noʻeau, in stories older than any map. On the Big Island, life pulsed so close to the surface you could taste iron in the rain and hear the island cracking open at night. I began to wonder if the feelings were only memory, or if the earth itself was speaking in a frequency my body translated as joy or dread. Could it be the rocks? The wind? The blood spilled centuries ago? I’ve read the sparse literature on energy vortices—places where the planet’s magnetic field supposedly knots and intensifies. Kīlauea sits atop one of the world’s most active magma plumes; molten rock is a conductor. When lava cools into pāhoehoe or ʻaʻā, it locks in magnetic signatures like a tape recorder. Add trade winds shearing over ridges, stripping electrons from raindrops, and you get a sky full of negative ions—the same chemistry that lifts mood after a thunderstorm. Maybe the volcano’s heat turbocharges that process, turning the place into a giant ion fountain.
Some people seem to be more in tune with the energy of places, and some people don’t seem to notice at all. Just like some eardrums hear lower frequencies, some retinas see wider spectrums. Place-energy might be similar: a subtle electromagnetic murmur that certain nervous systems render as awe. This area fits into the supernatural or even spiritual, that has not been able to be explained by modern science, yet it is a very real phenomenon.
For us, it has been the decision maker for where to live. I ask myself, “Does this place feel magical? Do I feel inspired and rejuvenated?” Southwest Virginia is the only place on the East Coast that has given me a similar feeling to the energy of the Big Island, both light and dark. The Appalachian region is part of an ancient mountain range with complex rock formations. Granite, quartz, and other minerals common in the Appalachians can sometimes generate weak piezoelectric effects- electric charges produced under pressure or vibration. Subtle earth movements can emit faint electromagnetic signals. Quartz is especially known for this property.
The mountains remember being taller than Everest; they remember fire and pressure, and the long grinding kiss of continents. That memory leaks out onto the trails and rock faces. The quartz veins thread the granite like frozen lightning, fracturing light into ancestral rainbows.
The open meadows of Greyson Highlands feel particularly full of positive energy. On the flipside, there is a section of trail between Damascus and Backbone Rock, TN that feels very negative and heavy. There are often drug addicts camping along the trail for extended periods of time. Chicken or egg? Do broken people seek broken places, or do broken places summon them? Whenever I run on the trail through there, I feel like my head is being pulled towards the ground. I feel disoriented, time seems to slow down. The same piezoelectric effect may be working in reverse—absorbing rather than radiating, or resonating at a frequency that drags on the inner ear? In Cherokee mythology, there is a trickster spirit that was said to live in the area. That leads me to believe there is something negative with the area itself. I would love to figure out what causes a place to feel magical and positive, but for now, I treat the data my body gives me as gospel. I run toward the bright seams and step wide around the dim ones. It’s a fascinating topic, where the physical world meets the metaphysical.

Friday, January 26, 2024

Appalachian Breeze

It was hard to imagine moving away from Hawaii. There is something about the energy of the land that makes me feel alive, refreshed, relaxed, at peace….. Everything and nothing. Maybe it has to do with being in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, or magnetic energy from magma being so close to the surface, or the rich cultural history of Native Hawaiians? Something overcame me the first time I was in Volcano, a feeling that I needed to be there. For 15 years, I lived in wonder and appreciation that I was able to call Volcano home. I can summon the magic at any time because those feelings are ingrained within me and exist in my dreams. I love that culture is at the forefront in Hawaii and am grateful I was able to learn about Hawaiian values. They touch on the essence of what it means to be a healthy and happy human here on earth.

(Mauna Kea Summit)

We all need cultural values to thrive. Values tap into an inner source of profound knowledge and strength. It is kind of hard to translate into English because the words are concepts and envelope so much more than one word. Simply translated, some Hawaiian values are: Respect, family, humbleness, respect, being a steward of the land, helping others, personal responsibility, integrity, accountability, quest for knowledge. Again, that is a very superficial explanation, because the concepts are so much more encompassing, it’s almost a way of living life. Learning about those values and seeing them practiced, has been a treasure. I hope to practice and spread the values I have learned about.

(Running the Volcano Half Marathon for the 12th year last July)

Moving from Hawaii to Southwest Virginia was not an easy decision to make. What is crazy is how fast it happened! There was never a plan to move, more of a rapid realization it was the best decision for our family, the value of Ohana. The process of deciding to move, selling our house, buying a house in Damascus, Va, finding a job, and coordinating moving all happened in a month. I think I am finally catching my breath from the madness.
Six months later, I can see a similarity between Hawaii and the Appalachian region. The geographic landscapes of both have an abundance of beauty. The Appalachian region has a rich cultural history of food, music, farming, spectacular scenery, outdoor adventure and art. Much like in Hawaii, culture is celebrated and at the forefront of communities. I like being in places where traditions and customs of the past collide in the modern world to create a reimagined vision of the future.
Constellations of mountains
Humming old songs
Wavering shades of green
Floating through cold water springs
Shedding light on the mind
Where the living were once dead
But now are free