This is number three of the five actions:
Once upon a time there was an old woman. She had a home, a family, good friends, considerate neighbours, clean air and water. She had nutritious food.
There were trees, birds, insects and small animals around her.
She was well and happy most of the time, but when she wasn't she could see a doctor. If she felt threatened or insecure there were police officers and lawyers.
To stimulate her interests there were art groups, there was theatre and there was music, shared interest groups for conversation.
As wonderful as all this was, it wasn't enough. She wanted more. She wanted conversations on how to deal with emergencies, how to protect the shores and mountains from pollution, how to address climate change. She wanted to learn how to be an effective socially responsible citizen. She wanted to defend nature against greed and careless abuse.
She wanted to love and be loved. She wanted truth and beauty. And she wanted to do whatever she could to support all sentient beings to have what they need to live a long and healthy life.
She lived once she was born and died when her life was over.
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Tuesday, 19 September 2017
Saturday, 17 December 2016
The Begat of Gratitude
To those who gave birth to my ancestors
who told me stories of the world
who showed me how to love it.
To all those who by accident and brief encounter
brought me to some truth I did not want to know.
To those who, not knowing my name
helped when I needed help
and who received mine when they needed it.
To those who by commitment of their will
have learned to write, sing, dance or paint
the message we most need to learn.
To all those who have the courage to put their skill
on the public stage to serve
as doctor, lawyer, minister, teacher, publisher,
scientist or social worker.
To those whose names I may never learn
who clean the office, drive the bus, do the laundry
pick the fruit and stack the shelves.
To those who have listened to another
when they needed to be heard.
To all who embrace their vulnerability
and who enter into compassion.
For you are the names and the faces
of my gratitude.
(from Infinite Power, Ekstasis 2016)
who told me stories of the world
who showed me how to love it.
To all those who by accident and brief encounter
brought me to some truth I did not want to know.
To those who, not knowing my name
helped when I needed help
and who received mine when they needed it.
To those who by commitment of their will
have learned to write, sing, dance or paint
the message we most need to learn.
To all those who have the courage to put their skill
on the public stage to serve
as doctor, lawyer, minister, teacher, publisher,
scientist or social worker.
To those whose names I may never learn
who clean the office, drive the bus, do the laundry
pick the fruit and stack the shelves.
To those who have listened to another
when they needed to be heard.
To all who embrace their vulnerability
and who enter into compassion.
For you are the names and the faces
of my gratitude.
(from Infinite Power, Ekstasis 2016)
Saturday, 7 September 2013
As of Today
Yesterday I attended a memorial service for a man who was,
and still is, loved among family, friends, and members of the congregation he
helped to build.
From the time he knew his death was approaching to the
planning of the memorial and the actual celebration of his life, the lives of
about thirty people were consumed into creating this event. People who held off sleep, housekeeping and
other rituals of their life to think about, write, communicate, select, travel,
arrange chairs and tables, cater, and clean up afterwards. For the closest members of the family,
including the man whose life was celebrated, the effort was extraordinary. In a way it took whole life times across
generations to come to this. Learning, striving, struggle, fear and joy, and
ultimately the conclusion of this celebration was proof of the abundance of
love.
As I think about the interdependent web in which I live, I
see the same elements, the many celebrations of life, the art of living. These include the skills of planning a dinner
with love, cleaning the house and washing the dishes – all to celebrate the joy
of food with company. I see the theatre festival built on thousands of hours of
learning how to write, stage, advertise,
to garner an army of volunteers with lifetime training in their craft. I see generations of scientific study and the
institutions of learning that have endured centuries of change to produce the
best doctors, lawyers, engineers and teachers, to sustain a functional civil
society.
Our own children who have branched out to develop their own
lives, struggle to nurture their own families which include their closest
friends. I think about their constant
focus on researching and caring which all began with two egos who fell in love
and decided to invest in life itself. I look on all these things and think –
what a wonderful world! What wonderful surprising creatures we are.
From the blessings of my life I have learned that building
community requires me to listen to others whether I agree with them or not, to
share my honest thoughts with them, to help others by working with their needs
instead of giving advice, to co-operate, to do no harm, to find common ground
and to celebrate their successes. The
energy I have learned to use in community is shared leadership.
Then I turn on the radio and learn about another politicianwho won an election, not on nurturing the values most of us use every day, but on
a campaign of fear and intolerance. If I
am to believe he was fairly elected how is it the voters give themselves
wholeheartedly to life yet vote against the energies that nurture it?
How is it that we see power working in our lives when we
work together, and yet we select the voices of intolerance, cruelty and bigotry
as if the only power we have is to vote against those who are different. How is it that we don’t get it when we are
oppressed by transnational corporations, the 1%, the power elite – yet we are outraged that those with less than
us, may need help?
This is the gap in our understanding of how our power
works. It’s easy to gain more influence by
funding movements built on fear and hate if power is already centralized in a
system of values that keeps the masses unaware of their own value, their capacity
to organize and to create the communities they want.
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