Take Time to Memorize Each Other

Monday, April 7th, Sister Elle shines during a visit.

Martijn's lymph therapist, Eric Breuer, plays Frankenstein. Eric is trained in the newly evolving field of lymph therapy. After massage to push the lymph fluid up to the belly area where it can be better absorbed by the body, Eric gently wraps Martijn's leg in special bandages. The swelling and the pain are greatly reduced by this procedure.

At lunchtime, one of Martijn's oldest, dearest friends from his university days, Wijnand van Lieshout, arrives for a day long visit. Martijn wanted to discuss text from Ludwig Binswanger, a Swiss psychiatrist and pioneer in the field of existential psychology with Wijnand, who is an expert on his work. Martijn admires Binswanger's theories on eternal love and wants to use selected text for his memorial service. What a gift for these two 'eternal' friends to have a day to discuss love and friendship in quiet harmony. What a privilege for me to be quietly working on my own in the glow of the environment they create. 

I take to heart what our dear friends, David Fey and Michael Putman, who will arrive to stay with us in 10 days, wrote recently as a comment on this blog: Walk it bravely and in love, holding hands and being in the "now" with each other. Cherish it...and as a lyric from a Josh Groban song ... goes...take the time to memorize each other.

Now is the time for quiet meetings, for thoughtful contemplations about the transcendence of love, for meaningful embraces and acknowledgments of the many friendships and kindnesses shown throughout a lifetime...a too short one. And for me, as I try to do my best to be present, to do my work, to be a caregiver to my beloved, it is truly the time to memorize each other.

Martijn Reads a Minnetonka Cat Tale

I asked Martijn to write me stories from the point of view of our beloved cats, Yin, Yang and Snoepje (Snoop-yea). Here he is lying comfortably on the couch in his cozy study reading Tale 2. We hope you enjoy it. Remember creativity and love last for all eternity!

Trains, dreams, friendship

Martijn admires a model train exhibit on March 30th. This was his last outside walk before the lymph edema swelled his left leg beyond capability to take a walk. He loves trains and this painful trek was worthwhile. Look at that smile.

Barbara Greenberg outdoes herself again, baking Susan a spectacular chocolate birthday cake. Saturday was my birthday.

The best present I could think of was to buy us a comfortable, practical bed that will keep Martijn's painful leg raised. Here is the bed set-up team surrounding a smiling Martijn: his brother Janus, Olena Breyman and Maurice Schoffelen. Getting these electronic beds up a staircase and set up was a yeoman's work. 

But our hardworking team enjoyed the rewards of seeing these two bedbugs together. We hope that having these electronic beds will allow us to stay next to each other as our journey continues. 

With Martijn perched in his zero-gravity chair across the room, our hard working bed-team joined by Ursula Glunk (front right)  and Krista Knopper (under the artwork) for tea and Barbara's birthday cake.

Martijn and I try to keep our spirits. We face this journey with full knowledge that these are our precious final days together. We have been consulted by our wonderful general practitioner, Maurice Bom, who has been compassionate and honest in delivering the information of what we can expect as time passes. We are aware of various palliative treatments that should keep Martijn comfortable and pain free. Although this knowledge is shocking, we try to keep on living and loving since that seems the sane thing to do. We have had expected breakdowns filled with tears, and this is so good, so natural, so bonding. I have asked and Martijn has agreed to write me ten little stories from our cats point of view and to illustrate with his wonderful drawings. Tonight, at dinner at his mother's, she asked that we record his voice. I was touched to tears by this since it is his voice I think I shall miss the most. That gentle voice filled with wisdom and mirth and corny jokes and deep thoughts.

We are trying to discuss the weighty items that need our attention but this we find perhaps very difficult to do. And part of this is how and when to allow friends to visit without taxing our fragile cocoon. We shall do our best to do this well. I feel more and more embarrassed that people think I'm strong about all this. In my private moments I rant and wail, shaking like a leaf in a terrible storm at the pain and loneliness I already sense. I have no idea how my emotions will be minute to minute. It is Martijn who centers me and what will happen when that needle no longer points a better way?

Bringing him home

Martijn's bird tells all. Drawn today at the azM (hospital)

There was no surgery today. After a very difficult series of meetings with a series of our doctors - from our trusted oncological surgeon, Kristien Keymeulen, M.D., to the urologist, Dr. Stijns, M.D., to our dear general practitioner, Maurice Bom, M.D., and finally to the previously unknown medical oncologist, we were given a grim prognosis. The cancer has spread too rapidly and widely to treat in any way. 

The tumors threaten kidney, bladder and liver. Chemotherapy requires a relatively healthy person and two functioning kidneys. Martijn is not in shape to undergo such a procedure. The proposed  kidney 'puncture' and drain could have caused much discomfort for too little long-term gain - or worse. 

We are planning to live together as best as we can the rest of our remaining time at home. If that is possible. Tomorrow Dr. Bom will come to discuss the plan. It will not be easy - one tumor already is externally protruding and could rupture at any time. I'm so sorry to say no optimistic words at present. I am telling in this blog the same grim reality we face. We cried a lot today. You understand, I'm sure. We laughed, we talked about people we love, trips we've taken and in general a love we believe transcends space and time. I agonize over Martijn not having unnecessary pain and know that we will discuss this and plan for it. I equally agonize over keeping my grace, even now my tummy is in a huge knot and I feel ill.

But beyond it, beyond it all, we face this inevitable conclusion surrounded by radiant light and love. We feel your support over time and space. We are so grateful for this strange, virtual community and what it brings, as though it is as tangible as a sip of water to quench thirst. We hope you can truly understand and appreciate what your connection to us means.

Thanks to the discerning ear of my dear friend, Dr. David Meyers, who with wife, Roberta, was with us a few short weeks ago, I learned of Irish poet, philosopher and scholar, John O'Donohue, who died peacefully in his sleep at age 52 this past January. O'Donohue was interviewed shortly before his untimely death on a wonderful program, Speaking of Faith, hosted by Krista Tippett, from American Public Media, a weekly conversation about belief, meaning, ethics, and ideas.  The program and this poet couldn't have entered my life at more poignant moment. Here is "A Blessing for Death" from John O'Donohue's book Anam Cara, meaning 'soul friend'.

A Blessing for Death

I pray that you will have the blessing of being consoled and

sure about your own death.

May you know in your soul that there is no need to be afraid.

When you time comes, may you be given every blessing 

and shelter that you need. 

May there be a beautiful welcome for you in the home that

you are going to.

You are not going somewhere strange. You are going back to

the home that you never left.

May you have a wonderful urgency to live your life to the 

full.

May you live compassionately and creatively and transfigure

everything this is negative within you and about you.

When you come to die may it be after a long life.

May you be peaceful and happy and in the presence of those who really care for you.

May your going be sheltered and your welcome assured.

May your soul smile in the embrace of your anam cara. 

Disturbing Results

Martijn catches a quiet read in my study a week ago

It is April 1st but there weren't any jokes for us today. Martijn is back in the hospital this evening waiting for emergency surgery tomorrow on his right kidney. The PET/CT scan revealed that the cancer has spread to his lymph system at and above the groin. One large tumor so obstructed his right kidney that it failed, leaking urine into his body cavity. They will catheterize that kidney tomorrow resulting in what the urologist called a permanent situation. The catheter will puncture his back, hopefully draining and possibly bringing back to function to that kidney. There is another large tumor in his pelvis and metastasis in his liver. The urologist, Dr. Stijns, said that if they could resuscitate his right kidney he would be able to handle chemotherapy if the medical oncologist decides there is a treatment. 

I write these words as though they are normal to write. Nothing is normal. It is extraordinarily surreal. I want to wake from this dream but my little heart knows it doesn't happen like that.

Martijn, as always, was in great spirits, though the gravity of the news hadn't time to set in before we were whisked from the cancer to the urology clinic and finally the nursing floor. I dashed back home by bus to pack his soft 'jamies and a few essentials, returning with his mother, Geri and our steadfast Marcel. Keep us, as always in your thoughts, meditations and prayers. 

White Easter 2008

Uncommon White Easter Monday, March 24, 2008, from our second story balcony

Martijn visits with brothers, Noel, Jan, and sisters-in-law, Irma and Leah, 

Good Friday, March 21st

Brother Noel gazes with Leiven as T'jeu talks with Uncle Martijn

We were blessed this holiday weekend by getting to spend quality time with Martijn's brother Jan, wife Irma and sons, Matthieu, known as T'jeu [pronounced T'chew] and Leiven, who live in Amersfoort nearby Amsterdam, as well as with his youngest brother, Noel and his wife, Leah, who live in Maastricht but haven't been part of family gatherings for over two years. Reconciliations are healing and holy. So Good Friday was really good.

The Thursday evening before good friends Frank and Jacqueline stopped by for gossip and conversation. Frank and Jan are old school day chums and Frank has adopted us into his own warm and encompassing circle. Jacqueline was a major part of moving in to this building a year ago, taking over the painting and generally helping us to settle in.

Saturday, good buddy Maurice Schoffelen transported me to an office center outlet to happily shop for my favorite things, like paper clips and hanging folders while Jan returned for a more private visit with his big brother. That night we entertained friends Yuri and Steven whom we haven't seen in almost a year. They divide their time between homes here in Maastricht, San Francisco and now, their newest abode in Brussels. 

Sunday, Easter Day, we enjoyed a quiet dinner at my mother-in-law, Geri's along with Marcel, Noel and Leah. But Martijn was feeling peaky and we left early. His pain has increased as has his overall discomfort in sitting, walking or laying. I'm generally trying to hold my own faltering emotions in check, now struggling to fight back bleak thoughts, instead trying to enjoy these moments since they are the only thing that is real in my otherwise abstract thought landscape. Mostly Martijn and I enjoy very quiet time together in this wonderful house.

I'm very grateful that my work for ECDPM can mostly be done from here allowing us to continue to be together. Tomorrow I head to The Hague, about a two and a half hour train trip, to meet the officials in the Dutch Ministry of Foreign Affairs who are major funders of ECDPM. Specifically I'll interview the Director General of International Cooperation, who plays an important part of the Ministry's development activities. 

Martijn's Reflections and Waiting for Tests

Martijn in January 2008, cafe atop the V&D department store, Maastricht

Life surely is one moment at a time.  Here we are savoring our small, precious moments of day-to-day activities. Martijn, thanks to the timely intervention of our wonderful general practitioner (huisarts), Dr. Maurice Bom,  is feeling more comfortable. Maurice paid a house call last Wednesday evening, the day our guests, Dave, David and Roberta departed. Two simple prescriptions, one to help relieve constipation, the other to reduce the swelling caused by the tumor, have made a big difference. Martijn's appetite has returned and he is determined to keep his weight up. This is important and good. 

The long waits for more tests, however, are not good. We are now scheduled for his PET/CT (cat) scan combination on March 28th. The biopsy was more than a week ago confirming that the cancer had returned. Now another long wait. These delays shake my beliefs that everything happens for a purpose - to teach us something. Rather I feel anxious and unhappy that we are forced to wait.

Yet, yesterday, a day filled with business related activities for me, I asked Martijn to begin to write me small notes with his famous, delightful illustrations (bet you didn't know about his drawing). Our intention is to build a small log of our feelings during this time. Yesterday's note contained a cute drawing of a cat face from a cushion we have that nestles on the couch in his study, and his reflection that: "I feel very calm and I think it has to do with my philosophy background." As always he enjoyed the stillness around him, but I was grateful to know that was made pleasurable with "the expectation that you will soon will come back and fill the space with another voice...." I share these feelings. I inhabit this space so happily with the knowledge of Martijn's quiet presence in another room. It is impossible to imagine it otherwise. 

Zero Gravity

Martijn, awaiting the new zero gravity chairs with his leg elevated the old fashioned way!

Good friend, Trish, tries one out. Lift off!

Martijn with Chris, cozy in the new chairs

Sometimes the best tact is to simply hang in there. While we await news from the hospital regarding the upcoming PET/Cat Scan availability, we just keep moving forward... or hanging upside down! A while back it was suggested the very best position for Martijn is with his feet elevated above his head due the condition of his lymph glands. After a lengthy search we discovered "The Perfect Chair" or the Zero Gravity chair which allows the user to recline much as an astronaut during launch reducing pressure to the spine and keeping the legs above the heart. Thanks to a very nice team at a furniture store in Aachen, Germany named Sequoia, we were able to import these beauties, made in Thailand, shipped from California to Germany to the Netherlands. Trish stopped by for a visit this past Friday and got to sample one. Today Martijn spent quality time with a close friend, Chris, from his university days. With so much in the balance it is simply marvelous to hang out with good friends. Our new chairs make visits more fun. Come try one. 

Savoring the Moments

Marcel celebrates 65 hard won years, March 6, 2008

There aren't sufficient words to describe the love, attention, affection and support provided by Marcel Winten, my mother-in-law, Geri's life partner. It almost is possible to overlook his steady presence in our extended family because Marcel prefers to inhabit the background in his quiet and self-effacing way. But he is truly the rock upon which our family is anchored. It was fortunate that Dave Hyde's arrival coincided with the traditional Dutch family-style celebration of Marcel's special birthday so that he could experience this most quintessential Dutch treat.

Aunt Eneke, Uncle Jan, Marcel and Aunt Sus

Here our family gathers in the cozy glow of my mother-in-law's living room, enjoying traditional Limburg vlaai (pie) and conversation.

Dave Hyde, David Meyers and Roberta Strickler, March 11, 2007

In a more traditional American moment, our great friends invade our kitchen to cook up some chicken and risotto magic. Martijn was ailing so we cancelled our fancy dinner reservations for this goodbye dinner to our guests as they took over all preparations and clean-up.

Maastricht's best kept secret- 5 star Schaefer-Hermse Restaurant Ceramique!

Who needs cramped seating and bothersome European smokers during an exquisite dinner? Not our happy crew. 

The Reading Room

A moment of restful reflection as Martijn, Dave and David contemplate world affairs in our relaxing 'reading room'.

In these days of doubt and fear for the future of Martijn's health we try to savor each day. Illness sometimes robs us of the joys of life. It is then critical that within capacity we live each day to its fullest. Enjoying the love and support of our family and friends eases the strain of focusing on the life-robbing cancer; rather, we are able to escape into the richness that their presence offers. Surely this extends the healing process.

Keep on Smiling

Martijn & his Mother Geri, at her home,  March 6, 2008, Marcel's 65th birthday celebration

Martijn, David Meyers, Roberta Strickler, Dave Hyde & Me

March 11, 2008

To understand bravery and spirit you are lucky if you know Martijn. His spirit is larger than most of our imaginations can fathom. It is as limitless as universe after universe. He teaches me about what it means to be a real human being, not a human doing. His first ambition is to make sure that his guests, his friends, his family are okay; then comes himself.

Due to plans made just a few short weeks ago when his health was going strong and his strength on the upswing, we invited our dear friends David and Roberta to stay here, coming for TEFAF, the huge art fair held in Maastricht and visiting other places of interest. When our other friend, Dave Hyde, asked if he should stop by on his way from Dubai back to Minneapolis, we said, sure, happily anticipating a houseful of good friends who had a common connection of having lived a long time in Chicago.

So it was with great sadness that Martijn had to bow out of most of our plans as his condition worsened extremely rapidly. Dave arrived on Thursday, the day the entire family celebrated Marcel's 65th birthday. We were pleased to attend and share the joy, but already Martijn was in pain.

Dave was perfect company, generously lending his ear and hugs, happily hanging out and just being. Saturday David and Roberta arrived. Originally we were all to meet them in Brussels for a day of sightseeing. Instead Dave served as my escort and the four of us enjoyed an afternoon. But I was eager to return home and so we had a nice dinner all together with Martijn. Sunday Barbara Greenberg and Pawel Kromholz had all of us for a big family style dinner at their home/art studio. Martijn joined but was greatly relieved to be back home that night. Monday only the four of us attended TEFAF, and Tuesday we cancelled a special dinner out while David and Roberta prepared a risotto and chicken feast.

Our visitors left today in a very poignant goodbye to Martijn. His condition is deteriorating almost by the day. Although he is keeping his brave face, the cancer has spread and most distressing, now his appetite is gone – the most dangerous thing that can happen in these cases. His medical doctor comes this evening to conduct a physical exam while we wait for the hospital to receive a certain chemical to conduct a full body scan to determine where and how many organs now are invaded. 

There is no good news here. The worse situation for me is seeing Martijn in real pain and distress. 

I will continue with my work for ECDPM since it doesn’t do any good for me to simply sit by, but as you can imagine this is a depressing and achingly sad time for us. Thank you for your comments, wishes, emails, love and support. Susan

The Last Leaf

William Sydney Porter, known in American Literature as O. Henry (1862-1910) was a prolific American short-story writer, a master of surprise endings, who wrote about the life of ordinary people in New York City. A twist of plot, which turns on an ironic or coincidental circumstance, is typical of O. Henry's stories. One of his most poignant is "The Last Leaf", the tale of painter who in a heroic gesture, saves the life of a character dying of pneumonia who is sure she will die once the last leaf on a trail of ivy outside the window blows away in the winter wind. Staying up all night the painter renders a leaf on the wall. She lives but the painter himself dies. Outside our home one of our newly planted thirty foot tall oak trees kept its lower branch of leaves all winter. I watched that cluster of leaves like O. Henry's character, hanging onto hope. Monday a week ago as I threw open our outer shutters I saw in horror that this cluster had finally succumbed to a terrible wind storm. It was the day Martijn asked me to feel the lump in his groin. Would that I could paint a last leaf to endure eternity.

Discouraging News

Martijn, February 14, 2008, our 12th anniversary

We were so hopeful just a month ago, but today Dr. Keymeulen confirmed that the cancer has spread to other lymph glands. Next week they will perform a full body scan to determine how far it has spread and what course of action can be undertaken. Lightening the blow today is the presence of our dear friend, David Hyde, visiting from Minneapolis. Dave stayed with us during the long wait at the cancer clinic post echo-gram and biopsy. Devastated describes my mood. We will post more information mid-next week. I almost don't have the heart to ask for your prayers as it feels, well.... But as always, we know you are there with us, and that does ease the terrible burden. Please take the time to tell someone you love, that you love them. Susan

Make My Day

Martijn, Carnival Cowboy, c. 1958, gunning for the bad guys

Cancer doesn't let one become complacent. Martijn, like the little sheriff pictured here, has been vigilant during his recovery, keeping a careful eye out for that 'baddest' of all bad guys, the big CA. So a few weeks ago when a troubling swelling in his impacted groin area hardened, he knew it was time to marshall his medical deputies into a posse. Today, we spent a bit of  time back the hospital, AZM, eliminating certain suspects. A big fear of Dr. Keymeulen was that the pressure of the lymph fluid or scar tissue had created thrombosis, hence phlebitis, a life threatening condition all surgeons want to avoid. One echo-gram eliminated that from the suspect list relieving all three of us.

Now Dr. Keymeulen will convene her colleagues to analyze what steps to take next. Martijn's swelling is not a good sign, and it interferes with his comfort and well-being. 

Like all good cowboys, Martijn will walk tall and face this culprit head on. And I am his faithful sidekick, there with love, humor and all the support I can muster. As always, we'll keep you posted and as always, keep us in your thoughts, meditations and prayers. 'Giddiup' and go get 'em!

Connecting and concern

Damian and Susan, February 25, 2007

Last week, Damian Gadzinowski, one of my University of Maastricht Master's Programme classmates paid a visit. It had been almost a year since we last met and it was good to catch up. Damian now works for the Warsaw satellite office of the European Institute for Public Administration, (EIPA), where we spent three months of our masters training. Since he's Polish, this means he's back on his own home soil after spending two years working in Brussels. We got to compare notes about work, our private lives and to reminisce about our student days. Its hard to believe that we're coming up to our three year reunion this June.

The past few weeks have been almost other-worldly. Martijn came down with the cold/flu that has decimated Maastricht, and I hear, the rest of the Western world. There are some other issues, too, related to the cancer and the surgery. Martijn has been so well and brave for the past months that it is very hard to see him in any distress. Tomorrow we head back to the clinic for a check up. Fingers crossed.

Old friend, new friend

Shelley, Leon, Me with Martijn standing

Just a week and a half ago our dear old friend, Leon Loos, a Dutchman who grew up American, returned to his native country to visit family and friends. We were lucky that he put us on his agenda. It had been eight years since he'd visited his homeland, and quite some time since we'd been together in Minneapolis, where we met and shared many an adventure. Leon seems at home wherever he is, so simply hanging out together is a big treat. And this time he brought along his sweetheart, Shelley, who felt right at home as well.

Europeans often freely admit that they mistrust American 'friendliness', finding it shallow or phony. Maybe you have to be an American to recognize that our overt warmth is authentic, probably cultural. Like those big, rolling American vistas, many of us grew up with wide arms, a vast heart, and a propensity to embrace strangers instantly. That's how it felt to be together - wide and warm instantly connecting and reconnecting. This flow is something I sometimes miss here. Many Europeans are more cautious in building their friendships, and even once your mates, they are slightly more conservative in their show of emotions, excluding of course, southern Europeans!

With Martijn more and more able to participate in these visits, the three day stay of Leon and Shelley was relaxed and welcome. 

In another two weeks we're expecting a full house for the annual Maastricht TEFAF, the world's largest art and antiquities fair, when David Meyers and Roberta Strickler return for their second visit to our fair town, and David Hyde, arrives for his first. 

This past week has been low key due to some colds and other pesky physical ailments for both us. But our outlooks remain bright, getting lighter as the days grow longer.

Harry Potter Wields “Soft Power”

Whatever prior literary borrowing was committed, whatever J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series lacks in sheer literary merit, the seventh installment, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, warranted its intense exposure this summer. Claiming readership across generations, gender and geography, the book’s detractors, like its “Dementors,” simply suck happiness from life.

Real world “Muggle” headlines of war, famine, floods and random violence returned soon enough. Since sensation sells news, hurrah that the stir of a book had the power to whisk the war in Iraq, the primary election campaigns in America, the floods in Britain, the fires in southern Europe, and global terrorism off our minds, albeit for a brief summer respite.

In fact, real world leaders can learn a lesson from the boy wizard…

While multiple themes thread throughout the Potter series, this final volume touches on a topic more often found in the business or political press: Harry’s ultimate feat is attainment of collaborative, reflective leadership. The boy wizard wields soft power.

Western mythology has focused on solitary heroes attaining supreme power: Divine right backed by divine might; one absolute hero vanquishing or vanquished by one clear villain. From Beowulf to Batman, heroes act alone and conquer evil with reciprocal violence. The message is and always has been – an eye for an eye, dominate or be dominated.

As a scholar of European Union public affairs and politics I have observed firsthand the EU’s efforts for multilateral cooperation. Speaking at European University Institute seminar in Fiesole, Italy a few years ago, Harvard University scholar Joseph Nye defined and defended his soft power concept “as the ability to get what you want by attracting and persuading others to adopt your goals.” Years before I had heard Mssrs. Fisher, Ury and Susskind, the authors of Getting to Yes and Breaking the Impasse, respectively, similarly extol the benefits of “shared leadership” and collaboration at the MIT-Harvard Public Disputes Institute.

Joseph Nye

More to the point, last March, Riane Eisler, author of the stunning Chalice and the Blade, and the recently released, The Real Wealth of Nations, urged a group of women leaders, “to replace stories that perpetuate the domination legends with partnership myths.” Knowingly or not, J.K. Rowling has taken an influential step in this direction.

Although Lord Voldermort is the prototypical arch villain, Rowling counterpoints this caricature by crafting Harry’s development as a reflective, indeed reluctant leader. Harry emerges in the mold of leader defined by Barbara Crosby of the Reflective Leadership Center at the University of Minnesota’s Humphrey Institute. Such leadership inspires and mobilizes “others to undertake collective action in pursuit of the common good.”

Flying like broomsticks throughout the Potter opus are themes of love, friendship, trust and loyalty, but in the end, the “pursuit of the common good” premise emerges prominently. And, the conceit isn’t overly simplified. Harry and other characters struggle to comprehend what constitutes “common good.” Teenage Harry’s reflective abilities are toughened as he learns that his mentor and hero, Dumbledore, had a youthful misunderstanding of the concept. Harry must not only grasp the nuances of Dumbledore’s transgressions, but also forgive them.

This ability to expose Harry’s fallibility and forgiveness renders Deathly Hallows a cut above the retributive pap of so many hero fantasies. Rowling encourages readers to think critically about what makes Harry a hero, what influences his choices. And since literally millions of these readers are juveniles, perhaps some will mature to consider soft power before obliteration as an option.

The parting 17-year-old Harry Potter is imbued with a finer capacity than sword or wand play or sheer magical attainment. Throughout the series he has fiercely sought truth; in this final quest he gains the valuable characteristics of understanding and self-knowledge.

In 1997, business writers Begley and Jacobs defined leadership as “the process of maximizing the capability of people to fulfill purpose through the development of character.” J.K. Rowling has penned an extended bildungsroman: Harry Potter the boy undergoes the requisite conflicts between his needs and those of the society around him, rising like Dumbledore’s phoenix as a more modern hero.

Choosing collaboration over his former preferred isolation to guide his choices, Harry advances his goals. He comes to understand and accept his own and others’ limitations, and overcomes his wavering mistrust of others. In this final episode, Rowling masterfully releases Potter to his potential as “a first among equals” – a prima inter pares – thereby producing the ripple effect of allowing others to lead. In fact, another ultimately wields the hero’s sword – it is an ally, not a solitary hero who literally slays the dragon, (well, snake). This real power of Potter is his triumph through partnership.

Valentine Anniversary – A Dozen Years

Twelve years ago, at 8:15 AM, on a sub-zero Valentine’s Day in Minnesota, a dedicated group of friends faced the temperature and time to celebrate with us our wedding vows at the historic Whitney Hotel in Minneapolis, on the banks of the then frothy with ice, mighty Mississippi River. Here, Martijn and I look over St. Anthony Falls from our hotel penthouse balcony after the ceremony. Memorable is the fact that most of our guests intended to go to work that day but opted to continue the celebration after a few glasses of breakfast champagne!

At 8:15 this Valentine’s Day, here we are commemorating a triumphant 12th wedding anniversary in bed with a cappuccino! Martijn’s valiant recovery from cancer, treatments and an extensive amputation and reconstructive surgery made this our ‘golden anniversary’ rather than waiting another 38 years for the actual one. So, we opted out of work for this day, just as our friends did so many years ago, creating a holiday in our own town.


We attended the exhibition of spectacular 80 million-year-old dinosaur fossils recently opened around the corner from our home at the Centre Ceramique in collaboration with the Maastricht Natural History Museum and China. These China Dinos are magnificent in detail and dimension. Enlivening the exhibit were some interactive activities like stepping into a gigantic dino food dish to measure your weight against dino’s minimum daily meal requirements. (I more than comprised one tasty tidbit!) In fact, another activity had me fiercely pedaling a bike to try to outrun one hungry bugger approaching on film behind me. Whoosh, this time I became his tasty tidbit in about three seconds. Scientists estimate those guys could hoof it!


From bones to bronze - we next visited one of Maastricht’s hidden treasures – its municipal museum, tucked away on the St. Pieterstraat. There we found a small but powerful exhibit of sculptures by Maastricht’s own Appie Drielsma. From an online description: “Two opposites are clearly recognizable in Drielsma’s oeuvre. An expressive and a constructive, that - as he says himself - are in line. He sometimes unites the two. "I can achieve the same proportions, rhythm, structure and movement in both languages of form." To strengthen the deeper meaning of his work, Drielsma uses signs, symbols and letters as expressive elements…In the portraits and masks he depicts the character of the model. In the monumental constructive work he uses geometrical forms. Because of the continuing change in lighting on the horizontal and vertical lines, the images appear to change shape continuously. The work is pure and serene.”


And that’s how we felt as we continued on stopping in our favorite local glass gallery for a hand-blown anniversary vase from a Czech glass cooperative, then heading for a drink prior to dining at Il Giardino, our new preferred Italian eatery. Given the events of the past year we were truly grateful to make this day in health and well being. We hope to spread our happiness to all corners of the globe reminding our circle of friends that you are judged not by how well you love, but how well you are loved.

Berlin: Madness, Mayhem, Modernity

Susan stands solid with Karl

Ursula hangs out with Berlin's famous 'Ample man'

I didn’t want to like Berlin. For many a year, since moving to Maastricht, I have struggled with my desire to visit this contradictory city, this place where a killing machine that defined the madness and mayhem that was the Third Reich took root. And then there was The Wall – the post-war punishment dividing a place and its people. For many, the punishment was nothing compared to the crimes that triggered its erection. I didn’t want to like this once-noble city that succumbed to an illness named Hitler and his henchmen Goebels, Mengele, Himmler, Hess, Eichmann, Barbie.

The Holocaust Memorial disorients visitors with a chilling maze.

Gate from the oldest surviving synagogue located in the former East Berlin. 

No, I didn’t want to like Berlin. I listed countless other European hubs I’d rather visit, but its lure haunted me. I wanted to set foot, not where my ‘lonsmen’ were piled in heaps of ash and bones, but from the place where many departed or were dispatched. I was curious about the Berlin pre-World War II where they lived full and whole lives as citizens, contributors to the art, culture, economy and color of normal, regular everyday life. So, I have not yet visited the death camps, those mean, dark constructions of the unimaginable. But I felt it was time for me to see where the pain began.

The observation needle pierces Berlin's skyline orienting tourists and inhabitants alike.

I didn’t want to like Berlin. But my life has allowed me the great gift of knowing that while history is important, the present is more so, and the future is critical. 

I didn’t want to like Berlin but because I love and respect my friends and colleagues who now live, and work and play there, I felt the time to see Berlin was right.

Ursula, Susan and Jens

Kathrin and Anne mug for the camera

And so it was with relief that I coordinated that journey with one of my closest friends, Ursula Glunk, who lives here in Maastricht and teaches at the university. And it was with gratitude that my young friends and colleagues, Anne Steinbruck and Kathrin Brockmann, both of whom graduated with me from my Masters of European Public Affairs Programme here in Maastricht, and now work and live in Berlin agreed to meet us. And it was greater fortune still that my dear friend, Jens Hasse, also from the Masters programme, choose that weekend to make a surprise visit as well.

With Ursula, Jens, Kathrin and Anne, I was surrounded by the living proof that life is what we make it. Their friendship and energy infused me with the understanding that I could view this city for what it was, but more so - for what it is.

I didn’t want to like Berlin but I fell in love with this Manhattan of Europe. It is a place filled with memory and magnetism. Yes, it is a haunted city, yet by virtue of all the acknowledgement and commemoration of its victims, it has liberated itself. Berlin enshrines memory but flows modernity.

New memorial to all victims of the Holocaust

Ironic echo of the memorial dome at chic French department store court.

Susan at the Brandenburg Gate. Later Ursula and I sat in the "Room of Silence" where we could center and process the many and conflicting sights and sounds evoked by this city of contrasts. There we read the amazing Prayer of the United Nations: "Oh Lord, our planet Earth is only a small star in space. It is our duty to transform it into a planet whose creatures are no longer tormented by war, hunger and fear, no longer senselessly divided by race, color and ideology. Give us courage and strength to begin this task today so that our children and children's children shall one day  carry the name of Human with pride." 

Bravo to a Berlin that rises from the ashes to face the future by facing its past.

Beating the Odds:Clinton/Obama Dream Team

All the pundits admit that never has there been a more 'exciting race' for the US presidency. Indeed. From my European vantage point I believe excitement is not the operative adjective for this contest but rather 'globally critical'. At stake is the type of change possible only when a major fault line opens; status quo in America won't due.

Status quo opts for more of the same rhetoric from the fear mongers who so easily focus the minds of the average American on 'terror' and 'evil' while avoiding the real subjects that can create the very SECURITY for citizens they proclaim.

What are these topics? Let me begin with what they are not: they are not waging wars against 'evil doers' in far off lands; they are not building massive war machines that cost countless dollars feeding 'fat cat' industrialists along with their clubby boards of directors; they are not creating endless layers of secret surveillance agencies to spy on mostly innocent citizens; they are not wiping out America's much touted 'inalienable rights' in the name of cheap witch hunts shown to yield little result at stopping the extremists.

These are the scare issues so brilliantly painted by those wielding power in today's White House and, alas, by the Republican candidates seeking its highest office in November. McCain and Romney (now removed from running but still a powerful voice) seem scripted by George Orwell himself. Reread Orwell's classic novel, 1984, to find the precise type of totalitarian fear mongering screeched by today's conservative American core. Sure world leaders must step up the hunt for known terrorists and their cells, but for heaven's sake get your friends and neighbors reading sane articles about the best methods and measures for doing this. There are institutes dedicated to research on the most effective means to build peace and security and intervening in crises and conflict.

One sure way to create security at home in the US, and abroad in tense, conflict prone hotspots, is to provide clean water, adequate food, basic education, access to diverse opinions (information), and democratic systems such as free and legal elections, rule of law, and human rights.

While the European Union and its member states are aware of the sometimes difficult call for flat out military intervention, they are light years ahead of the present US administration's maniac call for blood. Rather, the EU looks for complimentary means to make change. These fall under the aegis of development efforts to provide water, food, education, information, and the means to grow good governance that includes rule of law, human rights, transparency and inclusion. It doesn't mean that military means are ignored. It means that they are only part of a solution, and to be used as a last resort.

No Republican candidate will change the current isolationist, unilateral stance at aiming human and financial resources at military answers once in office. McCain has used the words Islam terrorist and extremist almost as if they were punctuation in every speech I've heard. Statecraft, diplomacy and multilateral discourse are foreign words in this Republican environment, whether conservative or moderate. 

The ability of the political and media machine to divert the argument from the real and pressing issues facing Americans is so absolute and overwhelming as to create the real terror for cooler heads and more disciplined thinkers. Americans seem so anesthetized by their good life that they are unable to see the earthquakes and tornados wrecking havoc on this once-strong American Dream. With their attention diverted by talk of Islam extremists, they continue to miss the cues about the economy ravaged by the war in Iraq, by the offensive in Afghanistan, by the greedy financial industry, by the corrupt corporate climate, and by the very government supporting it all.

It is astounding to think what wake up call the nation needs. The wasteful war, the dot com bubble, hedge fund crisis, housing market bust...none of the these signifiers seems to have actually moved the needle for change. Over half the nation still thinks that Republicans wrapped in the red, white and blue will protect them and their loved ones from the world beyond the coasts.

While I remain a supporter of Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton for President of the United States, I think the only way the Democrats can reach the White House in November is for these two maverick candidates in the American electoral firmament to unite now for real change. With Romney out of running the Republicans can galvanize their base early and strongly. Can senators Clinton and Barrack Obama rise above the melee to look towards the greater good of the country, and therefore the world by agreeing to team their considerable forces into one mighty plea for an end to the madness? Stranger things have happened.

Note: If you're interested in a far wiser perspective than mine, please read:
Waving Goodbye to Hegemony, By PARAG KHANNA, Published in the New York Times Magazine: January 27, 2008

Backwards and in High Heels - Stupor Tuesday

© 1982 NEA, Inc.

This Frank and Ernest cartoon is reportedly the origin of the now-famous statement often wrongly attributed to Ginger herself, that she did everything Fred Astaire did, only backwards and in high heels. Former Governor of Texas, Ann Richards, is also often wrongly credited for this quote, because she used it in her keynote address to the Democratic National Convention in 1988.

Even from far-away Maastricht, the Netherlands, I am and stay active in USA politics. I vote, I continue to pay taxes in Minnesota, and I avidly follow one of the most critical presidential campaigns of our times. Yesterday I was forwarded a very long message from an author whose work and mind I greatly admire and respect, Riane Eisler, woman, scholar, and independent thinker, whose recent book, The Real Wealth of Nations, addresses the injustices I believe are running and ruining the current Democrat presidential nominee campaign in America. Eisler's forwarded email was very long – but so is a presidential term in office. In it were quoted award-winning authors and poets Maya Angelou and Robin Morgan who present strong arguments that highlight the toxic levels of sexism prevalent in this presidential campaign.

Here is an excerpt from Robin Morgan's article:

Goodbye to the toxic viciousness . . .

Carl Bernstein's disgust at Hillary’s “thick ankles.” Nixon-trickster Roger Stone’s new Hillary-hating 527 group, “Citizens United Not Timid” (check the capital letters). John McCain answering “How do we beat the bitch?" with “Excellent question!” Would he have dared reply similarly to “How do we beat the black bastard?” For shame.

Goodbye to the HRC nutcracker with metal spikes between splayed thighs. If it was a tap-dancing blackface doll, we would be righteously outraged—and they would not be selling it in airports. Shame.

Goodbye to the most intimately violent T-shirts in election history, including one with the murderous slogan “If Only Hillary had married O.J. Instead!” Shame.

Goodbye to Comedy Central’s “Southpark” featuring a storyline in which terrorists secrete a bomb in HRC’s vagina. I refuse to wrench my brain down into the gutter far enough to find a race-based comparison. For shame.

Goodbye to the sick, malicious idea that this is funny. This is not “Clinton hating,” not “Hillary hating.” This is sociopathic woman-hating. If it were about Jews, we would recognize it instantly as anti-Semitic propaganda; if about race, as KKK poison. Hell, PETA would go ballistic if such vomitous spew were directed at animals. Where is our sense of outrage—as citizens, voters, Americans?

I add that all people should be outraged, not only Americans, certainly not only women!

I support Hillary Rodham Clinton’s nomination as the Democratic Presidential candidate because I think she can do the best job, full stop. And yes, I do indeed bristle at the sexist prattle that has marred her campaign from its start. While I am ashamed that her strategy has also succumbed to ‘bottom of the barrel’ tactics, the response fits the playing field since not only Mr. Obama’s camp, but also the Republicans AND sexist pundits say unimaginable things about Hillary (extend this to any powerful, smart woman). (In the acrimonious American political arena it seems impossible to stay alive without countering, though I do not condone such tactics.)

Today, Super Tuesday, (which I consider Stupor Tuesday) I felt the need to state my support for Hillary Rodham Clinton. Just yesterday I stood in front of the headquarters of Germany's first woman Chancellor, Angela Merkel, in Berlin. That trip is a whole other story. Suffice it to say, that Chancellor Merkel stands as reminder that gender plays NO part in qualifications. The criteria for leadership should be proven experience, applicable talent, willingness to subject yourself to the inhumane but inevitable scrutiny that comes with the job. The allegations of a Clinton dynasty are simply stupid. A dynasty is a succession of rulers who belong to the same family for generations. Can anyone validate the Rodham's (or Clinton’s) dynastic roots of the? Here are her roots:

Hillary[1] Diane Rodham was born at Edgewater Hospital in Chicago, Illinois,[2] and was raised in a United Methodist family,[3] first in Chicago, and then, from the age of three, in suburban Park Ridge, Illinois, which is also located in Cook County.[4] Her father, Hugh Ellsworth Rodham, was a son of Welsh and English immigrants[5] and operated a small but successful business in the textile industry.[6] Her mother, Dorothy Emma Howell, of English, Scottish, French Canadian, Welsh, and possibly Native American descent,[7] was a homemaker.[4] She has two younger brothers, Hugh and Tony. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hillary_Rodham_Clinton

Women continue to be held to a higher standard than men. Let me end with a favorite quote that illustrates with humor yet truth our ongoing task:

"Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, except backwards and in high heels."

For me, in this year 2008, it is time to cast your vote for the authentic qualities in your candidate. If you have fallen prey to your unconscious prejudices and stereotypes, take a few moments to reflect about what is at stake for the United States of America. Have conversations or email debates with your friends and colleagues of differing opinions. Hone your thinking. Then, when you cast your ballots, vote your conscience. You, your children and the rest of the world are deeply impacted by this act.

Be wise, be well, and take democracy seriously.

Susan