Why would we need any other kind?
Why would we need any other kind?
I think all we need to learn about peace — we can learn from these tiny water plants.
In doing what they were created to do — photosynthesis — they serve others by creating food and cleaning the water and the air. They ask for nothing in return other than to be allowed to serve their true purpose.
I imagine as more and more individual plants moved into the neighborhood — there was no fighting over boundaries or comparisons over who was the prettier shade of green. They shared rather than fought over the natural resources. There is no jealousy or envy or fear.
They are content taking only what they need. They don’t try to do photosynthesis faster or better than their neighbor. They don’t try to find a way to store all the carbon dioxide they can so that they can make a profit from a neighbor. They are in balance with the world around them.
These little plants don’t take vacations from their work or go on strike or decide they are worth more than the plant next to them. They maintain their own unique individuality while working with others for the common good.
What would the world look like if humans:
Went to work to serve others rather than for the profit?
Stayed in balance with all of nature?
Neither used nor created more than they needed?
Worked in cooperation rather than competition?
Functioned without fear?
Released the need for boundaries?
Do you feel more at peace in a large city or on a nature trail? Why do you think that is?
Yesterday, I wrote about the importance of having fun. I’ve also written (often) about coming to grips and releasing the past. So I thought I would make peace with my past fears by combining something that caused me some bit of angst when I was 15 with something that gives me great joy today. When I was in tenth grade English, I really, Really, REALLY, REALLY didn’t like anyone reading stuff that I had written. I had to write a poem or get an F and so I did — write a poem that is. Somehow this poem (my very first poem in fact) that only my teacher was supposed to read — ended up in some local student publication called The Nomad. Probably only ten people bought the thing for a whole dollar but still I didn’t like people reading my stuff. And so today, I would like to take something that caused me such angst and make peace with it. I don’t think you can normally just decide your okay with what upset you in the past. I really think one needs to transform it into something new. So today, I am going to embrace the angst of my teen years and have fun combining my nearly 40-year-old poem with my current passion. Please enjoy my visual interpretation of The Awakening.
Heaven released a warm and gentle breath,
slowly awakening the sleeping earth
washing away the white, lonely barrenness.
The sun smiled
beckoning the life from its deathlike sleep.
One misty morning it arrived
like the procession of a highly honored king.
Cardinals, all announced the arrival
by a rainbow-like display of vivid colors in the sky.
Jonquils, spray up from the oozing earth
to give their salute as they waved in the breeze.
and tumbling in the downy grass.
The children sang their welcome
for all who could hear.
Life has sprung from the awakening of life,
healing the deep scars of winter past.
I hope you enjoyed the peaceful transformation of my angst. I will confess I’m not great at flower identification, and I believe I have two daffodils and no Jonquil, but that is another thing I’ve made peace with in my life, I don’t have to be a perfectionist. What turmoil from your past have you peacefully transformed into something you love or had fun with? And most importantly, how did you do it so everyone can give it a try?
There were moments amidst the pain that a glimmer of hope entered my heart allowing in possibilities: new friendships, a change of career, graduate school…
I started to heal. I gardened and walked and read. I could not see the light yet, but I knew it existed.
I trembled at the unknowing.
Pain was not my friend or lover. But it was familiar and I was safe in its constancy. As fear moved to the far horizon, pain rumbled and taunted with comforting enticements of sameness…
The fear lifted from my being. I surrendered and plunged into the unknowing to find as the layers were released my spirit could finally soar.
Lunacy sometimes appears tempting me to follow in its cyclic pursuit of the ego…
But this moment – I choose clarity and an unencumbered path — free to feel joy and peace and love.
Life is a blank canvas. I hope you paint your canvas with Love and joy and peace.
When my pics were photobombed recently it made me wonder — what has changed since I was a kid? I wondered this because when I was a kid we would make the peace sign over someone’s head while we were getting our picture taken BUT we didn’t have a name for it. Is giving the “messing up” of someone’s photo a name — is that progress?
As a kid we had lots of new and unique phrases like groovy and far-out but kids in each generation have unique phrases that their parents have no idea what they mean. Is this change or progress or neither?
When I was a kid I had not heard of a computer, CD, DVD, laptop, cell phone… now kids seem to be non-functional without them. When I was a kid we played outside until it was suppertime and then again until it was dark. With one TV and no ability to watch a show at a different time — you compromised and shared as a family. Now kids watch what they want, where they want, alone or with friends — on their mobile devices. Today, it is a beautiful summer day — there are no children outside. This is change but is it progress?
I wondered what is progress? Is progress replacing vinyl records with CDs? Replacing film in your camera with digital images? Holding an electronic device instead of feeling the pages of a book? After watching this video I think I have my answer. On the site: Artists 4 Peace. This video combined the Cat Steven’s song Peace Train (released in 1971) with peace quotes and images using the “new” technology of the internet. I have always loved this song. Not surprisingly it brings me great peace. This is progress to me because the original essence of the song was enhanced by the addition of the technological changes of today.
I think too often we make changes just for the sake of changes. We had the popular blue phone and now we have the popular red phone. This to me is not progress. If we want progress don’t we first have to figure out what our base level of existence is? If we place a high value on forests as our baseline then it can never be considered progress if we cut down those forests. If we place a high level on peace in the world then it can never be progress to declare war with a country over borders or religion or oil. If we place a high value on human health then it can never be considered progress if we allow our children to eat pesticide covered foods.
What do you consider progress? What is your non-negotiable baseline of existence? Would you ride the peace train?
During the last year, I have discovered there is a significant difference between taking a picture of an object and photographing an object. When I take a picture, of let’s say a butterfly or moth, I just push the button on my camera and move on. When I take a photograph, however, it is as if for a moment we become partners. I have to prove that I will respect the other’s personal space. I dance around with the sun so that the shadows fall where I want them to be. I am aware of each blade of grass and how it sets the scene or interferes with the beautiful lines of my subject. I view my photography partner from many angles. My body duels between the peace of being amongst nature and the tension from the anticipation of what will the model do next. Will the butterfly or moth…
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