Heart Happy (cathy_edgett) wrote,
Heart Happy
cathy_edgett

A Beautiful Day!



Good Morning!   The sun is shining, though a little shower just tip-toed through.

I read the book The World Without Us by Alan Weisman this weekend.  I am digesting the facts he presents,  the nuclear waste we’ve created and haphazardly stored, the animals that are extinct because of us, the world-wide legislation needed that allows each woman one child at the most.  We need to change, and, if we don’t, and destroy ourselves, the world will go on just fine without us.

This morning, I read of the pain a young family is experiencing at the loss of their fifteen and a half year old son, Mitchell who suffered miserably for ten months as medical science did all they possibly could to help him survive.

What is that about?  How do we make sense of it all?

We are so loving and caring, so self-sacrificing at times.  And then there is the fear and aggression that produce weapons that make no sense, weapons so dangerous they pollute the air and food for all of us.   Yes, we have created a world that needs power, but the sun shines, the wind blows, and the tides flow.  There is a harnessing that is more innocent than breaking apart atoms and storing nuclear waste.

I am also astonished to read of the accomplishment that is the Panama Canal.   Yes, we intruded into another country, but we separated a continent so we could easily move through. The actual feat of it is an amazing accomplishment for those times and even now.

It is what most baffles me about the Bush administration.  Progress for them seems to be about weapons, ways to attack and defend.   That is the thinking I can’t understand. 

Imagine a project that said we will put that kind of money toward teaching children, to think, connect, and get along.   Why don’t we have a Department of Peace?   If there is not the money in it that fighting provides, certainly there is the cultivation of joy.   What price do we put on joy?   On a nation that is joyous?   Oh, that doesn’t sell pills.  What would the pharmaceutical industry do?   Perhaps, they, too, could go out and dance under the stars.  It’s free.   We could each go outside in our own neighborhood and picnic with our neighbors, and watch the sun rise and the sun set each day.  We could remember it is we who are turning.  The sun is stable.  We could watch the moon in its changes, and feel so excited to be alive, that that would be enough.   Shopping malls would fade away and we would walk.

I read the Gentlemanfarmer’s blog yesterday.   He shot a rabbit.  He says it is easy to do.   He and his wife were having it for dinner fricasseed with tomatoes and pine nuts.  Then, they got under their down comforter and slept.  It seems pleasure can be so easily found.   He talks about taking down a barn, gardening, recyling, and this is from a letter from his father. 

Do you know Samuel Johnson?  One of my favorite famous quotes of his (and he has many) is about mental focus:

"Depend upon it, Sir, when a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully."

Check out gentlemanfarmer if you are interested.  I like the feel of his blog, the integrity.

http://gentlemanfarmer.livejournal.com/

There are many wonderful blogs out there, many thoughts that are shared. 

 

Alan Weisman ends his book like this.

“Since the last 19th century, when, beginning with electrons, we got down to manipulating the most fundamental particles of the universe, human life has changed very fast.  One measure of how fast is that, barely a century ago – until Marconi’s wireless and Edison’s phonograph – all the music ever heard on earth was live. Today, a tiny fraction of 1 percent is.  The rest is electronically reproduced or broadcast, along with a trillion words and images each day.

Those radio waves don’t die – like light, they travel on. The human brain also emanates electric impulses at very low frequencies: similar to, but far weaker than, the radio waves used to communicate with submarines.  Paranormalists, however, insist that our minds are transmitters that, with special effort, can focus like lasers to communicate across great distances, and even make things happen.

That may seem far-fetched, but it’s also a definition of prayer. 

The emanations from our brains, like radio waves, must also keep going – where?  Space is now described as an expanding bubble, but that architecture is still a theory.  Along its great mysterious interstellar curvatures, perhaps it’s not unreasonable to think that our thought waves might eventually find their way back here.

Or even that one day – long after we’re gone, unbearably lonely for the beautiful world from which we so foolishly banished ourselves – we, or our memories, might surf home aboard a cosmic electromagnetic wave to haunt our beloved earth.”

 

It is an incentive to manage our thoughts.

It’s always possible that this day might be our last, and yet, do we live with that thought pounding each beat of our heart?   Probably not.  I don’t.  Only once in a while do I step into the immediacy of this life.  When I do, it is like I put wings on my back and float above any discomfort, to walk and live as though each step plants seeds and flowers spring up along my path.

Live well today, wisely and compassionately.  Let love hold your hand.

Each day I look at the words on my refrigerator, shared by a man who was soon to die, Michael Sawyer.

I would say that the most important thing is loving everything in this world without exception.

 

I agree.

 

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