Creativity Occurs

What would happen creatively if we put

MAGAs and Ultra Liberals together?

What if we popped them in a blender and pressed liquefy?

Maybe add some water to dilute the thickness.

Are we mixing paint or a cake?

Just a thought.

How about doing the same with Fox News and MSNBC?

What would that mashup look like?

What happens when truth gets pureed with lies. . .

artistically?

Would the truth particles be visible as crystals of light?

I'm wondering how they'd interact on a cellular level.

What are two things you can think of that haven't been

put together before?

Some mind games for your enjoyment.

Hopefully.

Namaste'

 

Becoming Water

Drinking a glass of water will never feel the same

after sitting with its multi-faceted magnificence even briefly.

It feels rather like swallowing an entire universe

and still it is "the most concealed of secrets".

Walking yesterday, I was treated to just a sip of its diversity.

It was after the rain with the

mist covering Black Mountain, 

the fog across the field on Jones Creek,

the droplets on the grass, the puddles on the road,

the creek gushing, my eyes watering,

my skin sweating, and my nose running!

Namaste'

 

Be Like Water

I decided to take the hand water offered me yesterday

and embark on an exploration-adventure with water.

"If nothing in you stays rigid, 

outward things will disclose themselves."

For someone who undoubtedly has some inner rigidity,

this should be interesting.

The current conflict regarding our local flood plain ordinance comes to mind.

Can becoming water be the key to protecting the river?

In a way, I/we are already mostly water, physically speaking;*

so this should be easy, right?  

I continue to struggle with the passivity.  

Look where that has gotten us with our homeland, Earth.

What if we realize we ARE the river? 

What if we could activate the power of water to save her?

Namaste'

*(Up to 60% of the human adult body is water. According to Mitchell and others (1945), 

the brain and heart are composed of 73% water, and the lungs are about 83% water. 

The skin contains 64% water, muscles and kidneys are 79%, and even the bones are watery: 31%.)

 

We Are Not Here To Be Separate

"Love and kindness is what heals and bonds us to the world around us."

It sounds so simple, and it is.

Yet, in my experience, it is far from easy.

Like when you're in the midst of living your life as best you can

and circumstances arrive triggering your mean lever, your hate button,

your raw spots where hurt, terror and self-pity are still in the process of healing.

I envy those who have honed their practice to ride those waves

without being dumped overboard.

I'm glad this metaphor appeared because being dumped overboard,

into the water might be just the medicine for this moment.

Isn't becoming water one of the strategies for resilience?

Even as I struggle with water's apparent passivity,

I remember how water can reconstruct entire landscapes.

Whether in the form of a mighty storm, 

a gentle mist across the mountains,

or the fluid my body is composed of...

water seems to be offering me a hand...

a kind and loving hand in the midst of ordeals,

replenishing my coffers of love and kindness,

like a long, refreshing drink of water.

A salute to the river!

Namaste'

 

Unmade, Unfixed

Can being yourself be taught?

Can there be an undoing of the programming 

each of us is endowed with?

To be wiped clean of all the bias' we absorb into our psyche?

Not to mention the faulty thinking we inherit?

Would it be more desirable if we could designate

what we'd like erased?

I'm not even going to start my list on that as I

learn to love the rejected along with the praiseworthy.

I am intrigued by the art of undoing.

As I ask myself if I even know what that is?

Which might be the best place to begin.

Namaste'

 

Keep Me Fiercely Kind

This plea/wish/hope/prayer sounds a mighty gong inside;

as I find myself face to face with my own meanness and self pity.

Not something easy to acknowledge but there it is.

In all its lack of glory. 

I'm reminded of Desiderata  

"Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

 As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

 . . .

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. 

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him/(Her) to be. (or not).

And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. 

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. 

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

by Max Ehrmann ©1927

It's important to remember "without surrender"  I'm thinking.

There are times when "being nice" is a cop out.

"Cop out" is an unconscious play on words here, 

 as the current college protests come to mind.  

"It is still a beautiful world."

Namaste'

Namaste'

 

It's A Deep Consolation

"it's just one teetering, endless thread...and all of us,

are entangled with it as deep as entanglement goes."

It's a bewilderment of riches, isn't it?

How deeply enmeshed we are with each other

and every other form and substance.

A wild mash-mash of life with 

endless diversity and intricacy. 

Eating The Sun by Ella Frances Sanders

is an enchanting joyride into

how amazing this entanglement is.

It's another "deep consolation".

Namaste'