Human Well-Being AND Ecological Flourishing

I'm thinking about how 

"deeply destructive"

binary, dualistic,  

either/or, and us versus them mindsets, 

are to ourselves as individuals

as well as to the entire universe of beings.

I catch myself often.

We've been programmed

and the programming attempts continue.

We will not be hooked.

We see the complexity, 

the multi-faceted dimensions,

the continuum of beliefs and principles.

We won't be simplified into submission.

kastilwell

 

Our Attention

 I feel most fortunate to 

be in the company of

people who are paying attention

to the natural world.  

I am honored to have them 

as friends and mentors.

Dare I say I feel the tide turning?

The river of goodness continues

growing and flowing.

May it revolutionize our world.

kastilwell

I'd Like To Think

 

The Winter of Listening

 Pregnant with a shout of joy?

There's a thought to carry

for whatever period of gestation

required to be born healthy and wholehearted.

"Everything has its own voice

to make itself heard."

and

"everything is born from

an opposite and miraculous

otherness."

I will contemplate these lines

going forward as

I listen deeply for the great shout of joy.

kastilwell

You Are The Sky

To say so much 

in so few words,

is a marvel.

I will remember sky

when unpleasant weather

kidnaps me with

 thunder and lightening,

 dreary drizzle,

 scorching heat,

or drought.

As sky,

I will revel in 

weather's miraculous performances

and be patient with her shenanigans.

kastilwell

 

The Quiet Teacher

 "To hush everything that is somewhere else."

I sincerely hope the Quiet Teacher

is with me when I'm in the midst of the dailies.

When I get caught up in mind movement

and "worthy worries".

I respectfully request a gentle nudge,

or a firm push to help me remember

I carry this special place--

"where the sand meets sea, 

meets sky, meets setting sun" 

within me.

I can "be there--here" anytime.

kastilwell

Final Destination

 

Perhaps you can recall the scene in To Kill A Mockingbird

where all the people in the balcony stood

as Atticus passed by? 

That's how I felt when I heard the news yesterday...

that George Ellison died.

So I offer his words here as a tribute.

And again here from 2020.