When I find it difficult to tend my soul, I tend my garden and my garden tends my soul.
It also tends to the caterpillars bees butterflies hummingbirds that tend the planet.
So I guess it’s a pretty important garden.
From palm trees to pine cones. I’ve been at a three day retreat in North Carolina. This year my birthday coincides with the glorious turning of the leaves into burnished bronze and amber gifts. I’m brazenly thankful.
Like a good introvert, I’ve stayed back from one of the outings to be silent and think. My thoughts dance around perspective, provoked by the visual richness around me.
See the reflection of the windows… cute, little, inaccurate?
They look like this in real life (IRL!):
If I only stare at my cute, little, inaccurate view, I’ll never know that the windows frame a tranquil forest, a fire pit, inviting chairs, a carpet of leaves and so much more. What’s more, if I continue to sit and stare at my cute, little, inaccurate view, I’ll never know that the windows open, that crisp air will clear my mind. That life is inviting.
I challenge you to remember this–that your perspective, my perspective, every single day, is limited.
Live life looking around, noticing details, looking for the REAL everywhere.
Don’t ruin relationships, or miss out on adventures and growth opportunities, or let bitterness weigh you down like cement shoes on a defunct wiseguy (where’d that come from?), because you failed to look around for the greater perspective on people and events in your life. Look up or turn around. Dig. Dig deep if need be. Ask. Question.
Everything of the best,
Like many of us this week, I have felt sad because of so much crisis in the world and its nations.
When I think of the beauty of the cultures in this big blue marble, I feel such a blend of love and pain, hopelessness and hope. All I know is I’d rather die from feeling too much than expire on the shelf dusty from disuse. If we are still on this planet it’s to do our best, to love our best and bring peace, which I am fully convinced cannot be brokered, expected or otherwise spread by men and women who do not have it in their own hearts.
So when my fellow humans are hateful toward each other in discussing peace in the Middle East, or the situation at the US/Mexico border, or the value of the unborn and the already grown body, I look numbly and cannot hear.
The arguments are vapors if while bitterly and hatefully calling for peace and compassion, one can’t forgive one’s husband or wife or love one’s poor neighbor and rich neighbor equally.
Peace on a grand scale cannot happen if it is not first present on the micro-heart scale. This was one of the great lessons papa Mandela taught us. He became a man who was wisely and contagiously peaceful once he found peace in his own heart.
We demand that Jews and Muslims, Russians and Ukrainians, poor and rich, brown and less-brown, privileged and forgotten, men and women find a way to live together magnanimously on a grand political scale, pass legislation that is fair to all, accept all…
Yet in our homes and jobs and worship places and co-ops we are petty and self-interested and unjust and steal and lie and laze… what delusion makes us think that is going to scale up into goodness in the public square of the global village?
My conclusion after such philosophizing and ranting, is that we are not actually helpless.
There is one seemingly tiny insignificant thing we can do–we can try to love well. I think we mustn’t underestimate the power of loving well. You never know who you might impact.
People that have loved me well have helped me become whole. Whole people don’t need to conquer or hate or belittle. That’s all I got. Let’s help each other become whole.
God help us.
Had a nice walk in the park this morning. Three miles or so. With Abba in my headphones. Voulez-Vouz perfect rhythm for walking. I can’t believe how strong an influence music has on my person, although it makes sense, I was a dancer. All I could do to not twirl and leap around the path… A few people around. Big sky smiling down. A guy with little guys practicing hoops. Family with mini-me’s on playground. A couple on the tennis courts in the park center. Suddenly music got louder. Bunch of guys in the tennis court doing running backflips off the 10 foot high chain link fence; all kinds of people dancing on the bball court and pathways. Spectacular choreography. Movement, rhythm, craziness, colors, notes… Thank You for the Music. Little lizards doing their push ups on the benches in the sun unfazed. Burrowing owls overseeing the fun. Sun-showers starting, kissing my cheeks and spotting my sunglasses, and the earth emanating that special smell from when it first starts to drink. Suddenly I Dreamed a Dream piped in (thank you spotify)… Anne Hathaway’s rendering… and the dancing changed and sobered but not in a depressing way, and all the people slowly left with new determination to go fight for good things… And Dancing Queen walked home…
Life without fantasies & dreams = walking dead