“MIGRATION & HUMANKIND & ELEPHANTS…”

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In the Serengeti, every year between the wet and dry season, the elephants migrate hundreds of miles at great peril to their younglings and themselves. Yet to not migrate is a death sentence to this Keystone specie. As I write this, the words death sentence catches my thoughts as we watch humankind do the same all across Mother Earth.

My family migrated too, from Brazil and Italy and England and by Wagon Train. Their intention was a better life in America for themselves and those of us yet to be born. In so many ways THEY built the America we were to be raised in and taught us the value of a place called HOME.

Today I’m conflicted about humankind migration because the media of every flavor spins THE STORY in so many ways. So I go back to the voice of those who came before me. Their intention was a better life and education for their children and FREEDOM. Freedom is a word that means free expression so I ask: If one who is not allowed a voice arrives in a place that does, what are the consequences to them and the country they now live in?

How I wished I’d have asked that question of those who came before me. I’ve never known anything else but liberty—Migrate…Integrate…Assimilate…Build!

Like the elephants, humankind will forever migrate. The Serengeti Elephants eat 350 pounds of food a day. If their droppings were not left behind there would be no fertilization for the grasslands to grow and that would change and ultimately destroy the Serengeti and all its inhabitants as we know it today.

Yet again Mother Earth speaks on our behalf…But are we listening?

“eBOOKS, PRINT BOOKS & THE UNIVERSE…”

Let’s start with THE UNIVERSE—surely you must know that I would not attempt to explain the unexplainable! So I went to Wikipedia who descuniverseribes THE IT in these terms:

The Universe is all of time and space and its contents. IT includes planets, stars, galaxies, the contents of intergalactic space from the smallest subatomic particles to all matter and energy. And the size of the whole universe is not known and may be infinite.

Let us next look into THE IT that is eBooks. I know Wikipedia could tell us…but I’ve recently been living in that world—out there where elements spin in a universe of content that for all practical purposes does not exist. That is until a computer key somewhere in Earth’s space and time, clicks.

THE IT that is Print Books is, at first glance, Humankind’s storytelling in every genre created to date and the variety of those yet to be vetted. I could throw in Google Cloud Print but that is a print of a whole different color. The word Print means produce, like matter and energy in the universe, but on a much smaller scale of course.

What follows is a wrapping up of this blog… The Universe, remember, is matter and energy. This tells me that all that has been written and what is writing and what is yet to be written shall remain FOR ALL TIME! So I ask, “What PRINT might that leave on the Universe?”

eBook “How Angels Fly” @ http://amazon.com/author/jlmontera

 

“GLOBAL WARMING & A PICTURE OF MOTHER EARTH…”

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Each day I wake to a picture of Mother Earth that hangs on a wall across from my bed. Her colors are the shade of Salmon as they fight upstream waters to mate. Her blue shades are those of the oceans that buoy up thoughts of how deep does it go? The russet sands of windswept deserts. The white color is the home of Polar Bear and Penguins and the wonderment of what is beneath the ice flows.

There is another Picture of Mother Earth with the name Global Warming. Since I have not and will not be alive a millennium (1,000 years) I’ve not ventured into this quarrel. Yet, there are a few things I’ve noticed on the matter.

Since Mother Earth is a sort of Globe I would think that all governments would get on board with how to fix this critical dilemma that supposedly intends to obliterate humankind and any and all specie that consider Earth home. I do see wars—for whatever cause—high on lists. I see people wearing masks as winds share their caustic air. I see poverty that stores trash until the rains come and the rivers send it to the oceans. I see immigrants on capsized boats drowning in the seas and wonder how that changes the salt waters of Earth. And I see people with placards who hold responsible one another for The Cause.

Yet, each day that I glance over at my picture of Mother Earth I’m certain of one thing: Until humankind lives up to its name – HUMAN KIND – we the collective will miss treat one another. Then I get curious and wonder: How long will Mother Earth tolerate her errant children before she says ENOUGH!

“HAVE YOU HEARD THE BABIES CRY?”

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The humankind mothers of the before times and the mothers in this moment heard their child’s first cry. How each mother answered that wail is still ringing in their ears. On Mother Earth it is expected that each newborn comes with tears to shed for all that each of us will encounter throughout our life. Yet the total tears destined to be shed are equally in the hands of those who are the baby’s caretakers.

Since I am not qualified to speak for the varied mothers in the Animal Kingdom, I will not. But I will add that in my international travels the babies in each pride we encountered are sheltered and violently protected; even at the cost of their parent’s life. And yes, even some spiders who give their own body as food to allow their many babies to survive.

Yes, worldwide health issues silence many a newborn’s first cry. Yes, there are those who try to help yet cannot due to a lack of knowledge, religion, fear of immunizations, corruption, and the silenced voice of women. I am certain you have your own list so I won’t continue.

But in America, so far, we have national and state and county programs and courts of law, and law firms, family counseling, etc. to protect that first cry of a newborn. Yet, the criteria within these well-intentioned agencies cannot and do not hear nor see the babies cry.

“Have You Heard The Babies Cry?” If so, how many total tears are we willing to tolerate on their behalf? First we will hear their whimper and then their scream.

“What Are We Truthfully Killing?…”

quill-1Here are a few that come immediately to mind: One Another; Our Thoughts; Our History; Our Beliefs; Our Humanity; Our Purpose; Our Natural World, and Our Stories.

You may ask me why I even ask such a question that has so many distinctive reasons for but even one entry on my list. I do this because whether we know it or not, we each submit to the ultimate carnage.

elephantI have an example; simple yet so complex. It takes place in the Serengeti; an ecosystem in the geographical region in Africa located north of Tanzania that is 12,000 square miles. I bring you here for the elephants; a Keystone Species to the Serengeti. Keystone is a word that means foundation.

Elephants on the Serengeti eat 350 pounds of food a day. If elephants did not drop their digested foodstuff there would be no fertilization for the grasslands to grow. If that were to happen, it would change and ultimately destroy the Serengeti and all its inhabitants as we know it today.

I conclude from this that all FOUNDATIONS on our Earth matter! So I ask again: “What Are We Truthfully Killing?”  

“What IS The Greater Good?..”

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The term Greater Good has always fascinated me. Not the term itself, but the intention of those who try to define it; like I am right now.   

The word GREATER means: better, superior and bigger. The word GOOD means: blameless, decent and worthy. Some say IT benefits more people than oneself. IT is also defined as that which is better and more correct. These ideals have BIG SHOES to fill as Mother Earth tries to balance our differences.  

The words “Greater Good” remind me of the buildup to an orchestra’s crescendo; loud and meaningful and intended. After which humankind go their separate ways, lessening the collective meaning of our shared experience.

So what is the Greater Good? That dear readers, is the intention you give to IT.

 

“WHAT IS TRUTH?…”

TRUTH – the word means fact, reality, honesty and loyalty… Words that live inside me as part Janet's logo textof who I was, where I came from, who I loved, why I loved and who I am. Those who came before me set the stage I was to step out on in what is known as LIFE.

But these days I wonder whom to trust with my understanding of Humankind on Mother Earth. The Power Brokers: Governments, Media, Movies, Social Media, Prejudice, Education, Killing Fields etc. all vie for My Voice.  

So, I don’t know if I’m right about this for you, but for me, like when the swollen rivers rise, I head for higher ground; a place where I remember the sound of My Own Voice.   

 

Sorry…I’ve Been Away and I’ve Missed You

voiceLast year—as if in a class of one—I learned a lot about these two words: empathy and energy. Each of us, within our lifetime will experience a family member or friend or acquaintance or stranger who shares their voice: “Oh, it was so unexpected.” “I was so scared.” “I thought he/she would die.” “Yes, the loss is hard.” Do you remember how these moments FELT for you?

I earned an A in class when it came to listening to the variety of voices whose goal was to save me so others would not need to share: “It was so sudden!” I invite each of you to truly listen to the voices of others. It is in these moments that we are in the state of empathy: a word that means compassion. And, whether or not you remember who it was that shared their voice with you it is the energy of the moment that will remain for all time!

If the physicists out there panic as to how it is a writer identifies with words like energy and all time; I say “Sorry!” But what I minimally do know is that energy is always conserved meaning it cannot be created or destroyed. Or maybe this portrays it: energy just gets transferred.

Know that the next time a voice shares with you a sanctified moment in their life the state of empathy is now energy that just transferred to the everlastingly!

“What If We Are The Gardeners Of Our Life?…”

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Gardeners: We’d prepare the ground and plant the seeds at the perfect moment of the right season. Lovingly we would add water and nutrients to encourage our buds to push aside the dirt that still holds us captive. We’d wonder how or if our seedlings would leave the protection beneath to seek the warmth pledged by the rays of the Sun.   

We’d constantly be on guard to pull all weeds that command our breathing space. To save from harm those tender plants growing faster than intended by their season. To keep an eye out for the insects that unite the garden and those that intend to destroy it.

To ultimately be content: even proud and pleased that the fruits of our labor can now be shared with others. Like those who may, for the first time, learn the value of a garden. Or those who begin to clear the overgrown weeds to remember what they used to have.

Ultimately we’d observe—with knowing—that the seasons begin to change and soon the gardens of our making will fade away to create space for the beginners.

Dare I Ask: “What if our garden is forever barren just because we chose to never plant that first seed?”

“Energy & Our Thoughts…”

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If thought is energy and we know that energy is always conserved—meaning it cannot be created or destroyed—then why do we spend so much time and energy in our thoughts?

My thoughts these days run a gamut of when will I absolutely be beyond last year living with an infection intent on killing me and its afterthoughts now in other parts of my body. I’d never thought about an end-game to illness because I’d never faced IT before. So one of my thoughts is: I’m alive isn’t that enough? My answer: hell no! I want the ME I used to be and that just isn’t going to happen—ever!  

That thought brings on the poor me melody and I want so much to yell aloud: “Get out! Just get the hell out of my body and LEAVE me alone. Each of us knows that this type of self-pity takes a lot of energy so thank goodness energy cannot be destroyed or I’d be in real trouble.

I had one life and I now have another that draws me to my purpose of this life. It changes, you know, our direction in life, for any number of reasons. The thoughts of my body demand that I work hard to heal and to rest when tired. Yet that which is energy gives me bursts of power to talk with others about the value of our stories and my novel “The Respite” and my book that asks the question “Postcards from God/How Do Angels Fly” and an essay on energy and a new effort entitled: “The Energy that is Compassion.” 

Oh, I just had another thought! Energy is a word that means power, force, vigor and my favorite: get-up-and-go! And I shall!