We belong in this world. We are the elk standing silent in the mountains we are the wolf treading the darkness the polar bear crossing the tundra the geese winging the skies the person walking the trail the whale plying the oceans the honeybee tasting the nectar. We, we are the ones that belong here.
We belong in this world and the world belongs to us, not to governments or institutions or corporations, it belongs to us. And when those constructs fail to serve, and worse, destroy, we need to remember who we are. This world is ours.
there used to be dreams unbidden, effortless the heart and the mind roamed all the wilds like a fearless tiger hungry and alive in every stripe of the tail eyes wide open at the top of a cascade of falling water or the parapet of a castle pennants snapping over snowy mountains
there used to be dreams irresistible, compelling every muscle aching, dripping with sweat and laughter rounding each new bend whether frigid with cold or loose with fatigue sandpaper skin soft as a cool mist
there used to be dreams they came from nowhere and everywhere driven by instinct, unbounded nature’s children first and always inside the man-built confines stop to feel the frantic beating heart between us insistent, full we could dream again
these strings are tied to the pearly moon taut and limp with the pull of the sea humming out a thread of jazz bass in the winter deep or funky folk on a cigar box guitar maybe singing the long, sweet notes of summer
these strings they reach to the wind flying along with the birds and the clouds sweeping around this globe of colors wet with rain or frozen with dizzy heights or sailing amidst the whispered prayers persistently rising
these strings are still attached though seemingly broken again and again deliberately snipped or frayed to bare spindles with tension somehow and always tied securely underneath the heavy load of lonely emptiness
Some years ago, I became vegan. It happened incrementally over a period of many years, until it became a conscious decision. That decision was a way point along a much longer and larger spiritual journey. I did not realize at the time that it was a choice that would facilitate my capacity to continue deeper on that journey, to walk a path of compassion.
Lately, I have been pondering the spiritual metamorphosis that continues to blossom in ever more amazing ways in my life.
Even as all the church buildings were shuttered last year, I suspect the ensuing months were very spiritual ones for many folks. With so much on our minds, the constant fear peddling, loss, and our limited in-person contacts, who could help but be introspective, reflective about what actually matters?
Now, as we attempt to reclaim our freedom and ways of life, the spiritual self cannot be ignored. The spiritual self is integral to all facets of the way forward. Rather than be corralled into an ever-smaller world of fear-driven mindsets, protocols, and division, the spiritual self expands and aspires to wisdom in the broadest spectrum.
It seems we are at one of those classic forks in the road. We stand at a moment of opportunity to reach toward a much more whole and healthy kind of society.
The spiritual self points to the path of compassion, to love not fear.
In these times of fear, worry, and stress, it is really more important than ever that we demonstrate compassion, respect, and dignity. It helps us all if we can do that.
So it makes me sad when I read or hear vehement rhetoric concerning various issues that only serves to alienate and to shut down meaningful dialogue. Yesterday, once again, I ran into a diatribe in which folks holding minority opinions on vaccines were written off as “anti-vaxxers” and in a very negative way. In the typical step further, too, they were dismissed as stupid.
It’s a pretty basic phenomenon that intolerance does not win hearts and minds. Nor are censorship, thought policing, and shunning markers of a healthy society.
The people being written off this way are just like anyone else finding their way through these difficult times. They have families and friends they deeply care about.
There are a multitude of reasons why they may hold the position they do. It’s not outlandish to consider them just because media, government, corporations, and the people around you espouse and promote a single point of view. The skeptics are just as much entitled to their opinions as anyone else, and sometimes well-buttressed with research too.
I can’t help but wonder if the folks doing the dismissing aren’t subconsciously and fearfully questioning the security of their own position. Such a person “doth protest too much, methinks,” borrowing from Shakespeare. Or, perhaps, there is simply a very strong need to put their virtue or their presumed intelligence on display. Or maybe it’s just groupthink.
And if you want to complain that the vaccine hesitant folks (or those with other similarly marginalized opinions) are the ones who are trolls, perhaps give some consideration to the notion that some of them are noisy because they are never given a real hearing. Vaccine skeptics have been vilified for decades with support from corporate media and government.
The skeptic’s position is perfectly legitimate in the context of “science.” Science necessarily involves skepticism, questions, doubts. It drives ever-closer looks at things. Science is not good science without it. The person who insists “the science is settled” especially in the midst of a huge, long-term experiment apparently does not understand science.
Regardless, whatever side of the fence a person is on relative to any issue, let us move past all the righteousness and approach each other with fundamental respect and compassion. We all have to get through this thing, through life indeed, together. We will be a healthier and stronger society if we can do that on this issue and others.
I don’t know about you, but, for me, the news, even as it dominates our daily lives, has become absolutely worthless. It’s become nonstop coverage of government, government figures, government data, government posturing, government restrictions, government policing, government cover-ups, government blah-blah-blah. Oh, and, still, a whole lot of sports.
I’m really sick and tired of government 24-7. I have no use for glorified sports. And it all looks like propaganda to me.
Remember what news used to be?
Good old-fashioned newspapers used to have a local, community focus. Yes, you could read what your local government was up to, but you could also read about businesses, about community programs, about social events, about local concerns. There used to be whole sections devoted to features — glimpses into what cool things people in your community were into, along with what churches were up to, what was going on in the schools (actual education, not just controls and sports), art, music, books, movies, cooking, and more. Columnists were local people writing about the community, or about how big issues impacted the local community.
These newspapers actually served to connect us with our communities and society and ideas.
Now, there isn’t much community to be had — in newspapers or elsewhere. Most community newspapers were swallowed up by national media entities which reduced them to a local story or two surrounded by a wealth of wire stories on the usual government and sports crap. They might still include some local crime information because that’s useful, divisive propaganda. They might throw in a dose of a generic wire feature to give the illusion there’s real people out there — somewhere.
I look at the last vestiges we have of local news, and it’s all pretty much worthless whether online or in print. It’s just garbage.
The big news outlets, obviously, amount to garbage, serving only to remind us on a daily basis how extremely propagandized we are.
Hence, there’s the usual sorting through of blogs and social media, much of which is now conveniently censored.
It all serves to erode and oppress community and agency, and, God forbid, ideas. And it’s no accident. Nevertheless…
What becomes of children raised in a society laser-focused on fear and separation?
What becomes of people in the context of ever-deepening loss of community, connection, and culture?
What happens when people lose their personal privacy, integrity, and decision-making?
What becomes of a society that loses respect for differing opinions? A society in which debate, discourse, other points of view, and ideas that don’t fit the narrative are not acceptable, but rejected and censored away?
What happens to people’s health as social fabric disintegrates and the true tenets of health are ignored, obfuscated, and not supported?
What happens to a society relying on quick fixes like experimental medical treatments instead of actually taking care of health through true nutrition, exercise, rest, purposeful work, and good social connection and support?
What becomes of a society which tolerates the loss of autonomy and freedom, and the growth of state regulation, propaganda, and tyranny?
What becomes of children raised in a society that is very good at virtue signaling but fundamentally lacks compassion?