By training I am a paleoecologist. I study how our environments evolved through time in response to all the forces, large and small, that conspired to create the world in which we live. What we know is that the type of response we see in an ecosystem is related to the scale of the mechanism at play. Our continents move ever so slowly with shifts in tectonic plates at a temporal scale of millions of years. Glaciations lasting tens of thousands of years once covered huge portions of our planet, carving the landscapes I look at today. Rain and wind scour away our plateaus, sending them grain by grain back to our oceans. Fitting, as they were once the beds of ancient seas, long, long ago. Piece by piece everything we see in our world today, the mountains, deserts, trees, oceans forests, birds, and even we humans, all come from what was before. Everything that makes up my body today was once a breath of my ancestors. They were once mountains, and one day you and I will become a drop of ocean. But, this is our stuff, our bones, and skin, and sweat. What of our souls? What of who WE ARE?
I think perhaps that like our bodies, our personalities, traits, habits, cultures and societies are all a monument to what has come before. Piece by piece we carry aspects of yesterday with us as we move into tomorrow, as individuals and societies. Some are obvious. I have much the same schedule today as I did yesterday. I have the same interests, hobbies, passions strengths and faults. Some of these I am aware of and as such can actively choose to carry with me and pass on to tomorrow's world, or let be. Others are far subtler. These are the aspects of each of us buried deep within, passed down from generation to generation. Combined they create culture upon culture which in turn become the moirés of our societies, over and over again. Cycle upon cycle of building and rebuilding the backgrounds of how we act, what we do, what we expect, what we contribute, and what we pass on. For the most part these pieces of the world we create go unnoticed, and we design it to be so. Ours is a world created to distract, created to entertain us as we endeavor to build ever more enticing shiny trinkets, physical and mental, that sustain a jumbled mind and utterly confused societies.
However, some of our machinations become horrific. We unleash our darkest aspects as we kill each other in ever more industrious fashions. We celebrate the creation of a drone so that pilots are now out of harms way, but the bombs are still dropped. We close our eyes, look at the commercials, and pass this into our future. We strap bombs to our chests in crowded markets to slaughter innocents, all the while praising our gods, and pass not into paradise, but into our future. We pillage our only world, enslaving billions, so that a select few can find a level of distraction that is truly awesome. We create global systems of money and war to sustain graft, greed and excess for the super select, while building fewer schools and more prisons for those whose needs are meager. We tell ourselves it's THEIR fault, vote for Mr. Perfect, turn our heads to the commercials, and pass into the future. Turn after turn, cycle after cycle, this has been with little exception the path of humanity. Our foundations were laid long, long ago and our founding fathers and mothers are many. And yet we continue, piece by piece, building tomorrow. But not all we build is corrupt and not all bricks we lay are done blindly. On certain scales there is no shortage of thoughtfulness, insight, compassion, empathy and love.
Why this essay now? There are many that believe that we are in a unique period in human history, a time of endings and beginnings. Much hype and speculation exists with the ending of the Mayan calendar one year from now. For many it's a fearful time with visions of catastrophe. The more common understanding of the Mayan calendar however is that this time is simply the ending of one cycle and the beginning of not just the next one, but a new one altogether. I like this interpretation, regardless of whether or not I believe in the 2012 realm as a whole, and this is why.
Knowing that everything we are physically, mentally, spiritually, culturally and as societies has been built on the foundations of what came before, I like the possibility of an ending to this cycle. What if each one of us decided to truly use this time to be conscious of what we pass forward? What if we truly took note of and responsibility for our actions, words, thoughts, judgments, and habits, of how we as individuals navigate this world. It starts with the tiniest of seeds in each of us but grows exponentially as we come together as friends and families, in a spirit of compassion and hope in action. At the level of community, be it physical or virtual, we have the potential to imagine a world far greater than any one of us could imagine alone, and from here we transform our societies, and the future. Peace by piece, pun fully intended. It's not the goal but the path, because with each thoughtfully placed addition to our common future, we have succeeded. In essence to see our future as William Blake wrote, "To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour". Peace by piece we can end those cycles that need to end and move into this New Year, this New World as truly invested creators. Namaste my friends, I see the beautiful creator within you, and thank you for being a part of my world.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Peace by Piece.... thoughts on 2012
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Saturday, May 14, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
A Delicate Flower
There is a delicate flower
residing on a hill not far from the stars
puzzled by the twinkles
it asks "why don't I sparkle as well?"
silly beautiful flower
residing on a hill not far from the stars
puzzled by the twinkles
it asks "why don't I sparkle as well?"
silly beautiful flower
An Easter Meditation
Standing in the shower today my thoughts were on wildness, wilderness and my relation to both.
Needing extended time to be one, in the other, my thoughts turned to Christ.
Forty days in the wilderness when he needed guidance. The important thing to note is the difference in meaning and perception between our common understanding of wilderness as the media hype of beauty, happy, hippie, flowers full of peace and godly things. That's a conceptual notion based the "other", from our cities and our lives. Christ's wilderness was not the "other" but a place to BE wild. Free from the strictures of the time. A place to understand ones self apart from the rules, regulations and norms of society. A place to truly gain IN-sight.
My epiphany for the day then, in theme with Easter; we have spent the last 2000 years (at least) re-creating the Old Testament, not living the New-Testament. Re-creating the laws of Moses and dressing the Pharisees and the Sadducees in the garb of our lawyers and politicians.
Christ was a wild man! Think about the message. Live free from the strictures of this world, gain your motive, your reason for being from something higher than this greedy "civil" society.
With brief outings to wildness we grasp at flitting images, vague feelings of larger truths. Like dreams on the edge of memory after waking. The wisdom is there but hard to grasp, hard to remember. So we go about our daily existence with the same foreboding. Something is amiss, something is off kilter. Something grand and shattering lurks in the shadowed corners of our crowded daily minds.
Those corners are only searched when we have the time or will to neglect the clutter and clack of our useless thoughts, hourly schedules and dimformation.
Forty days and forty nights is a good number, a starting place at least. Time to rid the mind of external clucking and move at the pace of larger systems, with larger reasons. It creates the place within where, standing on the hill, looking out over Jerusalem the other son of God tempted " Look-all this can be yours to control, all you need to do is believe in it, forsake all else".
Yet Jesus replied "No".
A response that comes from a recognition, a cognition of the true value. What is life in chains? Especially those chains forged and hammered by our own hands. Day in and day out. Tempered Soul Chains, molded from the dying fire of our passions.
Live, Today!, Love, Today!, BE Compassion, Today!
"But now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; and the greatest of these is love."
adapted from a journal entry of 4-16-06
Needing extended time to be one, in the other, my thoughts turned to Christ.
Forty days in the wilderness when he needed guidance. The important thing to note is the difference in meaning and perception between our common understanding of wilderness as the media hype of beauty, happy, hippie, flowers full of peace and godly things. That's a conceptual notion based the "other", from our cities and our lives. Christ's wilderness was not the "other" but a place to BE wild. Free from the strictures of the time. A place to understand ones self apart from the rules, regulations and norms of society. A place to truly gain IN-sight.
My epiphany for the day then, in theme with Easter; we have spent the last 2000 years (at least) re-creating the Old Testament, not living the New-Testament. Re-creating the laws of Moses and dressing the Pharisees and the Sadducees in the garb of our lawyers and politicians.
Christ was a wild man! Think about the message. Live free from the strictures of this world, gain your motive, your reason for being from something higher than this greedy "civil" society.
With brief outings to wildness we grasp at flitting images, vague feelings of larger truths. Like dreams on the edge of memory after waking. The wisdom is there but hard to grasp, hard to remember. So we go about our daily existence with the same foreboding. Something is amiss, something is off kilter. Something grand and shattering lurks in the shadowed corners of our crowded daily minds.
Those corners are only searched when we have the time or will to neglect the clutter and clack of our useless thoughts, hourly schedules and dimformation.
Forty days and forty nights is a good number, a starting place at least. Time to rid the mind of external clucking and move at the pace of larger systems, with larger reasons. It creates the place within where, standing on the hill, looking out over Jerusalem the other son of God tempted " Look-all this can be yours to control, all you need to do is believe in it, forsake all else".
Yet Jesus replied "No".
A response that comes from a recognition, a cognition of the true value. What is life in chains? Especially those chains forged and hammered by our own hands. Day in and day out. Tempered Soul Chains, molded from the dying fire of our passions.
Live, Today!, Love, Today!, BE Compassion, Today!
"But now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; and the greatest of these is love."
adapted from a journal entry of 4-16-06
A Father's Prayer- A Mother's Prayer
I look upon my newborn babe
ebullient, clean,
the inquisitiveness of God reaching out
I now understand the chasm and the plead
"please don't partake of the fruit
of knowledge my dearest"
I taste now the bitter sweet
through her trust
though I know that she must
and I feel the divine sorrow
and joy
every day.
12:51am
2/7/08
ebullient, clean,
the inquisitiveness of God reaching out
I now understand the chasm and the plead
"please don't partake of the fruit
of knowledge my dearest"
I taste now the bitter sweet
through her trust
though I know that she must
and I feel the divine sorrow
and joy
every day.
12:51am
2/7/08
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
dream
last night i had a most wonderful dream
you and i lay in a tree house
under a warm sun
above a creek
a friend had brought us together
just past noon
i glanced at my watch saying
"you don't have time to go"
and you replied
"i don't have time to stay"
in your company
so lovely
i didn't want to wake
6:08 am
1/18/11
you and i lay in a tree house
under a warm sun
above a creek
a friend had brought us together
just past noon
i glanced at my watch saying
"you don't have time to go"
and you replied
"i don't have time to stay"
in your company
so lovely
i didn't want to wake
6:08 am
1/18/11
Monday, January 17, 2011
i tell myself
i tell myself stories
about love
and pain
passion
and loss
but in the end
they are but stories
i tell
myself
11:26 pm
1/17/11
about love
and pain
passion
and loss
but in the end
they are but stories
i tell
myself
11:26 pm
1/17/11
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