Guns Don't Matter

Events on Friday in Newton, Ct are a horrific reminder that tragedies do not take holidays into consideration.

            In comparison to tsunamis, hurricanes, spreading cancers and climate change, the death toll is relatively small, but being man-made and with victims so innocent, we struggle to understand the terrifying implications.  We seek relief in arguments for gun-control and advocacy for mental health care as if these might absolve us from looking at the larger issue of violence in our stressful society.

            Coinciding with the near end of the Mayan Calendar, this with other world events proves to be some reasonable argument that the world is ending too.

            But I don't believe it for an instant.

            The end of this world as we know it might be a good thing. Some things should definitely be dispatched. This good Earth is strong and I believe we shall muddle along for eons.  Books like Hank Wesselman's "Spiritwalker." suggest life might be very primitive once again at the end of the next 6,500 year cycle and still we will love and dance, eat heartily and wonder at the stars beyond.

            There are those who predict we will merge with the stars, our astral travelling souls will blend with the Universal energy that makes us all One.  We might discover the Internet is merely a tool to teach us to communicate telepathically.

            The particular deaths on Friday are tragic and senseless, painful to contemplate.  As sad as I am, however, keeping prayers in my heart, I wish to celebrate the heroics of the moment and grow frustrated with the impossible and unrelenting speculation and probing as to why.

            Beyond comprehension, we must accept there is purpose in everything, even in this.  Hold faith that we can do our part to make the next moments better.  We must put one foot before the other, tending to the wounded in Newton, cleaning up the messes along the Mid-Atlantic Coast, rebuilding Japan and ending wars in Afgahnistan and the Middle East.

           Feeling love and being loved, I find there is so much to live for.  Not richer nor poorer, I am grateful for my health and well-being.  I grieve for the pain of these tragedies and welcome the celebration that still resonates in my heart for just being alive.

            "Love is all we need," sang John Lennon.

            Love is the best we have to give.

Please share with your friends

Tweet

The Music Never Stops

About once a decade, musicians gather together and pool their incredible talents in a single concert broadcast around the world to raise relief funds for some disaster. It’s impossible not to be swept up in the magic of the moment.


For a brief time, there’s no “us” or “Them”, no rich or poor, white, black or Latino. The world is united and everyone is giving. It’s all about giving, all about heart.

I love to watch the emotions of celebrities who have so much be so thrilled to pitch in and offer their share. Squabbles subside. Struggles seem trivial compared to the bigger picture and every one knows it.

There was much talk today about celebrating on this perfect day of 12-12-12, but the concert tonight brings smiles far beyond expectations. When people really give from their hearts, they find a sweet euphoria.

Even the tragedy is celebrated.

The hard work is set aside. The tears are less in sorrow and more for gratitude. Somehow, no matter how tough things are, when people come together, they find a strength in community that makes everything alright.

The heroism is acclaimed. The survivors become thrivers. Hope becomes manifest and all becomes possible.

And the music is pretty good too!

Please share with your friends

Tweet

In Love

We're down to just a matter of days now before the acclaimed date of December 21, 2012.  Already, as I write this in most parts of the world, it is the symmetrical and picture perfect 12-12-12.

            Easy to think that this will be just another day and notice we're all in the holiday spirit with little regard for the End of the World as heralded by the end of the Mayan calendar.

       

     Yet from all types of people and on many channels of media, I hear comments, wry jokes, dire predictions and surreptitious musings.  Many in my realm meditate in preparation, cleansing souls to purify the energy.

            The stock market was up a few points today.  People died in conflict around the world.  Babies were born and each of us must make the decisions about how we face the dawn.

            Like any other day, the consequences of our actions will be direct results of our thoughts, intentions and interactions.  We are in control more than many of us believe.  We create our own destinies.

            For those who scoff and say life will go on, of course it will.  Those who think of apocalypse may likely find a way to destroy their own and possibly other lives.

            Many of us are taking notice and deciding that we can make small differences that add up to an enormous change.  As the Berlin Wall peacefully collapsed when we were ready, toppled by mutual consent, the boundaries between cultures are evaporating and we are becoming One.

            Despite angry headlines, the majority of us live in peace, rely on our families and neighbors, and are kind to strangers.  We strive to better our lives and raise our arms to embrace.

            We believe in there being a higher purpose and a spirit that gives meaning to our lives.  We look forward with hope and behind with gratitude.

            Despite our daily struggles, the world is a wonderful place and feeling love is a warm fire in the heart that makes us sing with joy.

 

            If my world should end next week...or tomorrow...or fifty years from now, I will still have regrets for things I already cannot undo, but I move forward each step each day as best I can to be fearless, valiant and vulnerable.  I strive to listen to my heart and give without need of reciprocation, to love without question and appreciate gifts in whatever form.

            So many are opening hearts, love can carry us ever forward.

Please share with your friends

Tweet

Realignment

Another day of significance with planets aligned strategically and incomprehensibly passes around and through us. This was the day when Mercury, Venus and Saturn would stand directly over the three pyramids at Giza.

            Instead of being energized, however, I feel eclipsed, my brain so dense and full of mush, I crashed comatose on my couch at 8 PM. Curiously, dreams long unremembered are suddenly so vivid and intense, I seem to be awake in my sleep.

            This morning I am unable to concentrate and unwilling to go about my business as usual.

            In the past, we might categorize this as a bad hair day or take a pill to alleviate flu-like lethargy.  By sleeping it off, we can shrug it off without connection.

            I am guessing, though, that others feel this tug.  If the gravitational pull of the moon can affect our oceanic tides, then why not the alignment of planets magnetize the flow of our blood?

            Now we have the will, the awareness and the tools to compare our experiences around the world.  We can recognize patterns and establish connections.

            As I struggle this morning to go about my usual business, intuition directs me to focus on the heavy-headedness in my brain.  Instead of fighting "through" it, embrace it.  Without plan, I sit down and meditate.  My eyes close and my mantra steadies my breath.

            Illumination and clarity are nearly immediate.  All worry dissipates.  My list of "shoulds" vanishes.

            In place of confusion glows a perfect knowing that this moment is precious and as it should be.  I am where I am supposed to be: here and now.  It feels right to sit quietly, to notice the calmer energy and connect with my soul which races outwards into the Universe and hovers over the pyramids, my imagination, over myself and over all others, an enfolding and embracing of life and living ecstatic and fulfilled, all encompassing and re-energizing.

            As quickly as it started, I am back in my body, ready to make that call and go about my day.  With these few words scribbled, I anchor the moment in the heart and re-establish the connection with all around me.

            Even as I go out into a cold rain and miserable temperature, it feels glorious to be alive.

Please share with your friends

Tweet