April 26th, 2008

ayer's rock -

Good Morning!

I read the news this morning.  I'm sure you read it too.  It seems overwhelming, the problems, distortions, lies, policeman getting off for shooting a black man, the attacks in every way.

The movie, The Valley of Elah, is so powerfully done and I couldn't see it when it first came out.  I had to wait to build a place in myself and then see it in my home.  What does it say if I struggle with the movie about the event?   How am I facing what needs to be faced to be changed?

I'm taking a news break for the day and maybe the whole weekend, and that doesn't mean I'm not aware of it, because I am.  Maybe this way I digest it better, don't let it slip away.

It is so easy to slip into a blissful place, and I certainly prefer to look on the bright side, and it is hard to do right now with so much going on around the world, and maybe we need it to get this bad before we wake up and say, yes, it's time to do.

Oddly, I don't feel angry, and maybe it is that I am numb, and yet, I feel my heart very clearly.  I ask it to expand around the pain and not hate or judge, while also knowing how deeply it is time for change.

May Barack Obama continue in his message of hope, and not be sidetracked.   May we continue to have a vision of change, and bring it to reality and light.  We humans are a complex bunch, and we are studying to understand ourselves.  Perhaps in this lifetime, we will eliminate war.   Maybe we need this travesty to wake us up big-time.  Of course, one might have thought WWII and the holocaust would have done that, but the wars have continued, and now we must say stop. 


Peace in ourselves, reflecting out in myriad ways.
William Blake - Jacob's Ladder

continue to believe -

I found myself this morning thinking of the words "The pen is mightier than the sword," and realized I didn't know who first put those seven words together, so with a click of a key, Wikipedia is there.

"The pen is mightier than the sword" is a metonymic adage  coined by Edward Bulwer-Lytton in 1839  for his play Richelieu; Or the Conspiracy. The play was about Cardinal Richelieu, though in the author's words "license with dates and details... has been, though not unsparingly, indulged."[ The Cardinal's line in Act II, scene II, was more fully:

True, This! —
Beneath the rule of men entirely great,
The pen is mightier than the sword. Behold
The arch-enchanters wand! — itself a nothing! —
But taking sorcery from the master-hand
To paralyse the Cæsars, and to strike
The loud earth breathless! — Take away the sword —
States can be saved without it!

ashes and snow - wings

The snail -

I was outside today pulling weeds and trimming where it's wet and squishing snails.  I don't want to spread bait, and so I often have to squish some snails.  I do it kindly, hold them and suggest it is time now that they return the calcium and protein to the leaves that fed them, and so it is a cycle that I am part of if I want to have some leaves.

I think of the presidential candidates as I squeeze.  It is quite arrogant to think you know what is best for us all, and to consider that you are the only one to lead, and maybe that is the disconnect which explains why they aren't able to connect, and certainly this nation is so diverse, that to pretend to be a best friend to each of us is a little ridiculous.

I want the one who has shown the most honor, who has taken the high road the most times.  Of course, that person probably won't win, because so many believe the ads the others toss, and so here we are.

John Adams was a farmer.  He knew the land.  Even then, there were huge differences between north and south and they found the places to compromise.   Where does our government grow now and in whose hands?   Who pulls the weeds and squeezes what sucks and destroys.

Who circulates the air so we can breathe?

The snail may be small, but it is very strong, and can destroy a garden quickly.   I look to pluck what I can, and to understand that the snail is part of the process and it is for me to be aware.
blue jellyfish

Jane Hirshfield


- Jane Hirshfield

A winch,
with its drag drum and hoist drum, is strong.

Grief is stronger,
yet weighs no more than the pattern
of leaf and sun on the bark of a tree.

Joy, too, is strong,
yet changes no more than the cloth of a curtain
pulled open rather than closed.

Emotion - handless and eyeless -
runs through the body like current through copper wire.
Equally innocent of its ends, equally voracious.

A scale weighs the outer world in pounds and ounces.
The sum does not alter,
whatever happens within and between us.

One will feel this as blessing, another as horror.