Evolve is a word that means to make progress or go forward or change. Humankind—dare I imply Mother Earth herself—has endowed humanity with Earth Pathways we are free to follow or to take no notice of. But, as usual, danger and/or reward are always just around that next change in direction.
As I write this I’m remembering the Earth Pathways that shaped my humankind progress. Many evolved over time; the pathways were a climb; a bit bumpy, yet ultimately smoothed out. Others, well others were shape-shifted without my permission; even life-threatening. So, how might my experiences help you?
Well—first and foremost—at all times when stepping onto Earth’s Pathways be fully aware of your intention for doing so. Yet, intention is never absolutely alone on whatever pathway we ultimately choose. That unseen shape-shifter—devoid of our vigilance—obscures the light that is our invitation to try again.
A long time ago I was told, compassionately, that sometimes heartbreak will live within us for a lifetime. I accept this premise, yet when heartbreak becomes legacy, well that’s a horse of a different color.
Our first heartbreak is as we leave the caretaking of a mother’s womb and progresses from there: but the form it takes differs for each of us. Therefore, if heartbreak is truly a given why should we care about IT?
We should care because when heartbreak rules our persona—and doesn’t just stand as a lesson learned—we become THE HEARBREAK and that legacy keeps us from living a perhaps life. Perhaps had this or that heartbreak not made me—go ahead, list your justifications here.
Heartbreak is both adversary and ally and we ought to choose how or if it presides over life.
There’s a book I’m reading that unexpectedly shed light on how humankind can be as one; even if for a single moment each evening.
To lay the groundwork I quote from the book: “The Story of Earth” by Robert M. Hazen that says in part: “…The over-whelming majority of those first atoms were hydrogen—more than 90 percent of all atoms—with a few percent helium and a trace of lithium thrown in. That mix of elements formed the first stars.” Hazen continues with a chapter on “First Light.” It was then that I caught the light…
What if, without the customary spin on how, why, when or if we are to look at the stars, “We the Peoples of Earth” step outside and look up anyway at what twinkles equally above our homes? It is here we offer hope to one another that plant the seeds of a renewed “First Light.”
Oh, and God, well is not that life-force also the stars?
Freedom is a cherished place we each embrace in the everyday that is life. Yet, we also caress freedom as it slips away in the unawareness that is also the everyday of life. Freedom is not an apparition: it is a right given us by graveyard markers the world over.
Fear, on the other hand, is the anxiety created by change that paints our front doors with a color not of our choosing. It’s recognizable by chaos and mistrust and a free-for-all. History doles out this observable truth enacted by humankind.
Freedom is choice; free will; liberty; self-determination. Fear is ours to defeat.
Providence is a word that means outside influence, destiny, divine intervention, fate… You get the idea. I NEED such definitions to offset the perplexed America I hear on the news and view on social media. I ask myself: “Are we truly in the days of anarchy?” If so, I’m looking for answers as to why.
But there is always that noted double-edged sword in play in the game of life; ours and that of our country. We can stay undercover or we can uncover or do both to find our truth. For it is there that our destinies dwell.
In my youth, knowledge of Our World existed between the covers of books that transported me to ports-of-call I only dreamed of visiting. Today, I blend together my travels with my acceptance of the complexities of our world – unfamiliar thoughts now planted in my garden of understanding. What follows is my harvest:
Each of us is born alone and death will be without companionship. In between, we are amongst Earth’s Sisters and Brothers.
Corporeal truths are physically experienced—Spiritual truths are gathered in life’s backyard.
We The People neither yell nor whisper in the ear of supremacy. The prosperous might get a glimpse of it. The poor are still poor in spite of it. And, most will never get close enough to discover its vulnerabilities.
Children and education are conjoined twins that should never be separated.
To be invited within is to be greeted with the blessing of hospitality.
If progress, however slight is not shared, we will not perceive our own plight.
Teach one another to plant—recognizing our diversity—and a seed will not only take root: it will grow change.
YOU might ask—I certainly would—why I leave an open-ended title in most of my blogs. It’s because I don’t know what is to come until I begin to write.
You see, writing is an art no less and no more than wonder or thought. All humankind FEELS their healing thoughts and they wonder at the mystery of thinking them—that is until others proclaim we should think differently—Like Them.
Did our thoughts then change? Throughout history that answer depended on the consequence placed on speaking for or against—Like Them.
My hope is that my sisters and brothers throughout our Earth held in time without end each healing thought and their wonder at the mystery of thinking it! For in this case: AND, THEN WE ARE.
BLOGGING: In my case it is the title of a blog that comes first out of what I think of as The Creative. And, it’s rare for me to offer a different narrator whose voice says…
“At the beginning of this cycle of time, long ago, the Great Spirit came down and He made an appearance and He gathered the peoples of this earth together and He said to the human beings: ‘I’m going to send you to four directions and over time I’m going to change you to four colors, but I’m going to give you some teachings and you will call these the Original Teachings and when you come back together with each other you will share these so that you can live and have peace on earth, and a great civilization will come about.’
“And he said: ‘During the cycle of time I’m going to give each of you two stone tablets. When I give you those stone tablets, don’t cast those upon the ground. If any of the brothers and sisters of the four directions and the four colors cast their tablets on the ground, not only, will human beings have a hard time, but almost the earth itself will die.’ ”
This picture is how I remember President John F. Kennedy: Assassinated November 22, 1963 in Dallas, Texas.
That day I’d just returned from lunch to the FBI Offices in downtown Denver. I was a stenographer there. Inside it was disbelief and we kept saying: NO. NO. NO and then I cried and then we got to work. The FBI Agents scrambled to talk with informants and to make sense of something so out of character for America. It was a deep loss for Kennedy’s family but a lifetime loss of the sense of a secure America. We dialed home to be certain our families were not in harm’s way and I wept!
No one truly knows what Kennedy’s legacy would have been; nor that of his brother Robert Kennedy; also assassinated. Looking back in the Mirror of Time I see a reflection of what might have been and what is. This is why I wept…even to this day.
So, because of the devastation and beauty of Mother Nature—revealed on television and throughout social media—I trust that HER power to bring us peace or heartache is without question. We The People experience HER wearing our masks of prejudice or our ability to feel the sorrow of others.
Mother Nature is a great teacher imparting that WE HUMANKIND are in this together whether we know it or like it.
And—despite those who believe their power encircles the masses—Mother Nature reminds us that EARTH is her domain and WE are but travelers learning how POWER corrupts or beautifies our world.