“THE MORAL ARC ~ IS HUMANKIND TEETERING?”

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Perhaps I ask the question in this title because the local and international news venues of every ilk tend to deliver humankind’s worse traits to our homes, cell phones, social media, churches, schools etc. And if that were not enough, they interweave the wording toward one ideology or another. Recognizing this ploy is what drew me to ask this question: “What is The Moral Arc of truth these days?” Okay, for those who would remind me that there are warm moments included in the news to counterbalance the unthinkable I would ask: which news story actually remains in your awareness?

Moral is a word with many implications. My 1966 Dictionary A-Z has a three-inch column devoted to this one very important utterance. Here are a few: character; genuine; concerned; teaching; virtuous; duty; goodness, and moral fiber. And Arc is a word that is part of any curve; especially of a circle.

We Humankind are the writers—whether we believe it or not—of our life story. There are also elements we have in common like wondering of a Big Bang or a Cosmos Energy or God or Mother Earth—Our Home.

And second-by-second Mother Time Inquires: “The Moral Arc ~ Is Humankind Teetering?”

“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?

“God and the First Light…”

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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?

CHINA & ME

I’ve changed! I’ve also discovered it really wasn’t an effort because it happened over time. It happened at home and at work and inside my mind and during breaks from my journeys around the world… Like China. {See “The Middle Kingdom” above: an insightful travelogue of a late 1990s trip there}. After the jet lag and catching up with the mundane and how those I love changed in my absence—it was then I caught a glimpse of the changes in me.

Why the title: “China & Me?” Well because it was the two of us that melded ideologies as I traversed the highways and byways of The Middle Kingdom. Was I forced to go, no! Did China intend my edification while I was there, yes! Did one of us win and the other one lose? No, it wasn’t that kind of melding. As our plane descends, I look down on the landscape that is Colorado and understand, for the first time, the deep love Pope John Paul II held for his beloved Poland.

In the everyday life of being human, we forget the subtleties of our homeland, our human rights and our privileges. I don’t any longer after seeing so many without them.