One might imagine I wrote this poem about a personal relationship, but no, I wrote it for humanity. And I guess “relationship” applies anyway, because aren’t we all having a relationship with each other?
It’s time to stop throwing stones of hatred, and remember the underlying love that binds us together. Or, how are we ever going to overcome the problems in the world?
Stone’s Throw Away is an excerpt from Humanity’s Lament: Poetry for Our Times
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During Masaru Emoto’s experiments with water, he discovered that water responded to “Thank You” even more strongly than the word “Love”. The water formed more beautiful ice crystals when frozen.
Gratitude is one of our highest expressions of Love. It is one of the most powerful ways we can personally transform the world. It therefore behooves us to get better at saying it more often. 🙂 A happier world is a more abundant world.
Each day is a gift, and the present moment is the only certain one. There is beauty and sacredness to be found in every single day, when we choose to live that way. It’s the small things all around us all the time that give life its true magic. Intentionally taking notice of life’s beauty makes life feel infinitely richer, and when we express gratitude for it, we also amplify our abundance. That which we focus on expands, so more comes back to us in an upward positive energy spiral of our own making.
Smile
Smiles have
this way, they
captivate and
illuminate,
they raise up
our energy
and light up
the world,
they ripple
outward and
boomerang
back to us,
they’re a gift
we give to others
and to ourselves,
so just –
Smile.
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This postcard features a painting I created a few years ago from a trip to California, where I visited Yosemite National Park, and Muir Woods. The original is quite large, and the medium is watercolor painting, with very detailed graphite pencil work layered on top.
Being a lover of trees, I was very taken with the giant redwoods on that trip, which some years later became the setting for my fiction story The Turquoise Heart. So, the painting and the story became closely tied together. In the story, the protagonist 14-year-old Anna makes the observation to her mentor Elsu that the trees in the forest they are walking through look like a family.
“Elsu, did you notice that group of trees that we just passed? There were many very tall ones, plus a giant one like the one I hid in. They stood in a circle with their branches reaching out to each other, and there was a little tree in the middle. It was almost like they were holding hands and protecting it. They looked like a family.”
“Very good observation! You are not just imagining they are a family. They really ARE one.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Trees communicate with each other underground through their roots and fungi. They have their own intelligence. For their survival, they have learned to cooperate, not just with each other, but with other tree species, too. They are very community-minded.
“Trees share space so they will all hopefully get some sunlight. They also produce sap that feeds the fungi, which in turn feeds sugar back to other surrounding trees. That little tree you noticed is actually being nourished by the big trees. It is all one big family in the forest.”
This weekend I am offering a free copy of The Turquoise Heart if you are interested in reading it. The free download link is here.
The Trees Weep
The willow weeps,
the pine trees moan,
all Nature’s feeling it,
deep to the bone.
Humans out of sync,
not hearing their hearts,
the soul of the Earth’s
being torn apart.
“Technology’s call
mesmerized them all,
and why can’t they see,
their hate is a wall?”
The mountains watch,
their strength eons old,
the oceans too have
seen centuries unfold.
They will endure, but
will humans be here?
“It seems they don’t care,
they don’t hold us dear.”
The eleventh hour
draws swiftly nigh,
trees watch us, crying,
will this be goodbye?
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I agree with the quote by Edward Abbey. Many people take for granted that “moving forward in time” within our linear measurement of it, automatically implies progress and therefore becoming more civilized.
As I look around at society right now, I would argue that humanity as a collective is becoming less civilized by the minute.
We’ll do a lot better as a collective when we stop having the need to choose sides. The black and white paradigm, the ”you’re either with us or against us” attitude is holding us back from freeing ourselves from a societal system that constantly reinforces it. Nature exists in a state of cooperation, and humans could learn from this.
I am convinced that the cultures of the Indigenous peoples offer much more wisdom that would be beneficial to humanity transforming society right now. A good start is to not turn our backs on Nature, but to learn how to listen to it.
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My partner took me on a humpback whale watching excursion a few years ago. We always seemed to miss them on our travels. They were arriving as we were leaving, or, they were leaving just as we arrived. Always ships passing in the night. So, I was very excited about this trip.
Days before, I meditated and pictured the whales, and telepathically asked for one to come and say hello. That day, unfortunately, the whale watching was dismal. Any sightings were brief breaches far away. I was on one side of the boat by myself, just looking out over the water and giving up inside, when the guide came over excitedly to pull me to the other side of the boat. “Come. Come now.”
As I reached the other side, a whale slowly and gently surfaced right beside the boat, looked at us, and gave his best whale hello. Was it for me? I like to think so. 🙂
Everything is connected. Never doubt it.
Whale
Our telepathy
meets in a monumental
hello of two hearts.
I call, you come, and
brush gently against the boat,
crooning your love song.
Pausing a moment,
is that a wink I detect?
You flirt, then farewell!
Will you invite me
to frolic in frothing waves?
Besotted, I wait.
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