Friday, May 30, 2014

What is the World Coming To?

Sometimes a stream dries up. Sometimes the current becomes subterranean. Sometimes you break a fingernail, or it rains, or you work on the holiday, or a sister has a birthday 1400 miles away, sometimes.

And it is difficult to get on with life. 

Sometimes the birds sing, you take the ferry to breakfast in Kingston, you make the dreaded Dr appointment, or Connor delights and all is well, sometimes.

Sometimes the air is so still and quiet and thick it feels alien. Sometimes nephews graduate into the great big wide world. Sometimes the world is full of generosity of spirit, sometimes its not.

Sometimes you don't fit in. Never have, never will. Sometimes you try to sort out how you became so freaking different, sometimes you don't. 

Sometimes a friend, who wants to offer helpful counsel to someone getting a divorce, asks for advice. Halfway through a litany of advice you realize that your advice really isn't all that helpful for most people getting a divorce. So you re-word it into more ordinary language.

Sometimes you don't fall to the mountaintop, sometimes you have to climb. Or as Kathleen said at book club, "There are many paths to the top of the mountain, but once you get there the view is the same for everyone." Sometimes you don't need to climb at all but just relish the view you have, be it valley, river, or desert vista. 

What is the world coming to? 

Well, Josie is cooing, Judy singing, Indian food is still delicious especially when shared with a friend, Michael reads, Branson toddles, Cathy travels, Jean cooks, Janice does crossword puzzles, Julia has binoculars close by, Art walks the dogs if it isn't 100 degrees in the shade, Ian buys jewelry, Roger mountain bikes although his mother still thinks he is too old for that young man's passion, the ditch digger still digs a ditch.

The world is still "just be." Be like a bee. Do your job and rest. The elegant simplicity of life doesn't need complicated by any emphasis on  "more." More accomplishment, more activities, more experiences, more more more anything. 

Don't get me wrong, sometimes if you run the miles, paint the picture, get to the end of the road, sail the world, reach the stars all is good and well, sometimes. But if you don't all is good and well, sometimes.

Like a mayfly, we are born, get a bite to eat, maybe mate, and then die. We will never know why.

I'm thinking memory is tainted by wishful thinking and storytelling.

My recent favorite movies: Saving Mr Banks, Dallas Buyers Club, the BBC TV series Zen. Have I mentioned Gravity yet? Good movies revisited: The Right Stuff, Marilyn, Radio Days (Woody Allen has a new movie coming out), My Dog Tulip, and Powwow Highway.

Jerry I am finally reading the book about writers and drinking: The Trip to Echo Springs. Next up is a book that blends both our interests. Five Who Came Back, about movie directors who served in WWII. Claire told me about it due to my movie interest and now I'm telling you due to your history interest. Written by Mark Harris, how is that for a coincidence? 

What is the world coming to? Breakfast with Carol, playdates with Connor, dinner with Ian, Roger bubbling. Alaskan cruises bought and paid for, emails with Bo, she invited to the new Cabiri show, Tewaz, June 6th, Dr appointments that come and go, the doctor said my ears suck, well not exactly her words. Since I never bought a blood pressure machine, she wanted me to come into the office to have it checked twice a week. I waited 30 minutes the first time I tried that, guess who went out and bought a machine?

The world's circles of work, family, community, and spirituality continue.  

Sometimes the world continues with out any help from me at all. 

Sometimes.


Friday, May 2, 2014

...and That is a Lot of Love

7.16 billion people in the world and most of them are loved by someone.
That is a lot of love floating around on the planet. 
Infusing it. 
Lifting it.

If you hold all the love you have for others: sisters, children, grannies, dogs in one hand, and you hold all your pain, frustration, anger, and hatred in the other, how would your scales balance out? What would your contribution to the world's love equation be? Would it be a net gain or a net loss? Can you find one more person to love -- to help breed more love into the Earth's atmosphere? If not a person, how about a banana, a pet, or experience. Any person, place or thing will do.

It seems easy to love flowers and birds in-spite of their differences to humans, in-spite of their differences to each other, a hummingbird is quite different to a bald eagle, migratory or not. Different animals; wolf, bison, horny toad, whales, different flowers; daisy to hot house orchid, all seem lovable.

Love for a team
a family
truth
history
religion
Legos
craft
work
hobby
books
chickens
sea life
beaches
turtles
farms
ripening corn

The Dali Lama loves everyone.

What I'm trying to say is love seems easy and if it's easy why do humans have so much dis-ease. I know, I know, people die on highways, the rain forest is disappearing, drug lords still reign, corruption is common, but can't we love around the corners of these things, the edges, the essence of something good even in the not so good. 

The smoking area at my downtown building is in the back, way in the back, with a container for the butts so nasty smokers like myself don't throw them down on the pavement. The homeless, the bums, the neighborhood shelter guys, the street teens come regularly to check the container for usable, smoke-able, left overs. They don't hang around, they don't litter, they don't beg or make a nuisance of themselves, they just check the container then move on, to check the next container I suppose. 

There is one security guy who comes regularly to dump water in the container to ruin it's contents. Seems the opposite of love to me, but I want to love around the corners of these things, the edges, the essence of something good even in the not so good. 

Love: ease and dignity, a spiritual balance, at home in one's universe and satisfied with it.

You know how much you loved when you feel how much you grieve.

Speaking of love; I would love to see Nova Scotia, a rocket blast off, the blessing of the fishing fleet or animals, either one, Christian happily married, Connor reading, Roger and Stephanie back home, Ian happily engaged with his life, oh wait, he already is, Jean visiting, a cruise to Alaska, Mary achy free, Lynn's love reciprocated.

That will do for now. May you feel loved all day.