A Lesson Learned

1965 – day after Thanksgiving – Friday, late evening – true story.

I was 14, a sophomore in high school (huh? soph at 14? that’s another story)…

Tom & I were hanging out in the school playground, wishing we had something to drink but alcohol was not so easy to come by. Still, we managed to have a good night with some fun and now it was time to go home – a 5 mile walk.

But Tom didn’t want to walk. He was fifteen and walking was not so cool anymore. Besides, it was work.

“Come on M, what’s the big deal? We go over to the party and hitch a ride home with your brother. Easy. Come on.”

“I don’t know what the big deal is Tom, but I keep telling you I just don’t want to go. I don’t know why. I want to walk home.”

“Geez! It’s cold out here and it’s wet. Plus it’s getting late and my mom’ll kill me if I get in after 11. No way I want to walk. Come on! Let’s go hitch a ride.”

This went on for a while…. back and forth…

As the minutes passed, I wouldn’t give in and neither would Tom…. and he was beginning to get worked up. Somehow I could see (ahead) that if this kept up we were going to get into a fist fight. But Tom was my best friend and I didn’t want that to happen. Still, a couple more minutes went by… and we got closer to fighting.

Finally I said, “OK, look Tom. I really, really don’t want to go, but I also don’t want to fight about it. We’re friends and fighting would be stupid, so OK, I’ll go.”

We walked over to where the party was and got there just as it was starting to break up. My older brother (16) had been drinking (we all did whenever we could) but seemed OK to drive. My younger brother also showed up looking for a ride. We all piled into the Buick which belonged to my oldest brother… I think it was a Skylark, maybe a 1962… a soft beige color with a white convertible top and wicked touchy/light power steering & power brakes. Back then power steering & brakes were still pretty new.

Tom & my younger brother took the back seat and I got into the front passenger seat. I didn’t fasten the seat belt. Belts had just come out and I didn’t like the feeling of constraint.

Off we went, warm, dry, and headed for home.

About a mile from our house, on a fairly narrow road – the kind where two cars can pass each other going in different directions, but they need to slow down and be careful about it – we came around a bend and started down a not too steep hill… maybe 8-10 car lengths long.

I heard a voice – it wasn’t one of the guys in the car, but I could not ignore it; almost like in my head but not quite.

“Now M, you’re going to get into an accident and you need to just relax.”

What could I do? I mean it’s kinda hard to ask a question of some voice when I’m sitting in a car with three other people… so I thought “OK” and relaxed…

A second later, less than halfway down the hill, the car went into a skid toward the left. Could’ve been the wet road & light power steering, or black ice – temperature was just above freezing, very light drizzle… Don’t know.

I thought, “no sweat, we’re going to go up over the bank, maybe go airborne for a bit and land in the field.”

Almost… problem was there’s a hole in the ground at the end of the bank.

The left front wheel went up the bank while the right front wheel hit the hole dead on. The car just flipped over onto its back and proceeded to slide down the road on its hood and the convertible top… for 150 feet.

When we finally came to a stop, and I woke up, I had to extract my foot from under the dash which was resting on the road… my foot stuck beneath it and against the road. I crawled out the driver’s side window because the windshield post (on my, the passenger, side) was resting on the back of the front seat, also on the road… the post running along the top of the door from dash to seat (leaving no headroom)… road to top of door to top of seat.

I had ‘ridden’ down the road on my knees, with my back & head on the bottom of the seat (where the butt usually goes). My foot was OK, but the leather boot was scuffed almost through and my knees required seven stitches each to stop the bleeding.

Days later, as I limped along the school hallways and up & down stairs with knees that were bandaged and would not bend, I kept thinking about the voice… the warning to relax… how I would have no head if I had stiffened up… or fastened my seat belt… how all of this could have been avoided if I had just gone with my very strong gut feeling and walked home. Heck of a way to learn, but it could have been worse…

My friend Tom (unhurt) ended up on top of my younger brother (13) who needed a plastic ligament and 150 stitches in his hand, plus a couple hundred stitches in his scalp.

As I was lying on the table and the doctor was sewing up my knees, a nurse came in and said “Doctor, the boy out in the hall?” (my younger brother) “He’s not breathing.”

The doctor threw the needle & thread down on the table, next to my knee and said, “Damn it, I told them to let me know his status,” and hurried out to save my brother’s life… by reviving him from death as far as I know.

The driver? Scraped his elbow & needed a large bandaid. And Tom with his minor stuff.

But the story didn’t end yet…

There was a man waiting in the ER that night. The newspaper said he was having a heart attack. ER was too busy because of us. He died.

I should’ve walked…

but I *did* learn.


Sprinkle: Beauty Shines

as with Love,
and as in Life,
is always fresh.

Its energy flows
through all…
and to let it shine
we only need choose.

Awareness of our choice
flips the switch… either way…
this is a work
as well as a secret.


Vine of the Fruit

Have you ever noticed how people are so very creative?
But also, they are often creative with results
that are “a little off” at best
or worse, disastrous.


Decades have I searched
for an answer to this question
and I have found one thing that is commonly present
when so often our efforts miss the mark…

I speak not of errors of workmanship
but of weapons of war
or things that pollute instead of enhance…
why do things go wrong with what we create?

Here is a basic reason: coveting…

Many, if not all, of us
covet something to one extent or another…
even if it is so small as
wanting to capture or preserve that beautiful moment.

Creativity can and should be beneficial,
a wondrous process, alive…
akin to a growing tree
bearing fruit filled with Life.

It is when we covet,
during our creative (or any other) process
that things
go wrong…

the creative process,
whether mechanical or social,
on balance can only be good or beneficial
without coveting…

this is a non-negotiable requirement…

each “covet” moves a process toward/upon the non-good
or “oops, mistake” path…
as if pitching a hatchet
into that tree

it’s like a bunch of poker chips
with one side white and one side black,
the more chips we turn over to black,
the fewer chips are white

and the darker the picture looks…

or like smudging
an oil lamp chimney,
the more smudges,
the less light we see/receive…

for it’s flavor and other qualities,
depends upon the vine that nourishes it;
poison the vine and you poison the fruit…

our creativity grows a kind of fruit
and to covet is to poison the process…

our cup starts out full of Love…
all that we need to survive and be happy
is provided for us, for free and freely,
by Earth Mother and Spirit Father

this is Holy
and our cup o’ Love is full

then, instead of sharing or not,
why do we “sell”
between each other
what is free to all?

which is based upon greed…
which is based upon an increase
in coveting

we see Love
poured from the cup
to make room
for the coveting or the coveted

this Holy process
of fruit nourishing Life
begins to go bad

the more we pour out for coveting
the less full of Life is our cup
the further from Holy we move
the less pure our vibration or song

thence come disease & impurity,
as all results follow the limb
that feeds the fruit,
which we are and share

check often
vine of the fruit…
drink from the Pure Spring
to Live and Love

My heart aches
for our healing and awakening…
when what we create is
as fine as what we were created.

Covet not…
and remember
to be grateful for
Mother’s and Father’s gifts.

with Love,

Sprinkle: Positive Plowshares

you’ve heard the expression
“they shall beat their swords into plowshares”?

it’s in the bible

and you’ve heard of “sword of the mouth”?
that’s in the bible too

could these imply
we beat the swords of our mouths into plowshares…
prepare for life
rather than cut it down?

is this not the same as being positive
all the time…
in each thought, word, and deed?

and is not purity
absence of impurity…
building up
not tearing down?

is not Life
absence of Death?

positive plowshares
we can be
if we but freely choose…

the Gift
is in the choice…

always with Love,

Sprinkle: Turn The Other Cheek

to “turn the other cheek”
when walking in the Garden
is respect for Life & Love
as is it to be gentle…

yet, is there a requirement
to do so
when another
is harmed?

if we be all
as flowers & weeds in the field
some survive, some not
what is the key?

Spirit, Honesty, Respect, Purity
then Wisdom comes
opens eyes to see, heart to accept
a Gracious Gift bestowed

will we choose
this Holy Gift
to accept or reject
remember or forget?

submit will I
that One is Life
Beauty and Light
removes all blight

choose freely
for that too is Life
boundless and free
for me and for thee…

always with Love,

Heart’s Rhythm

summer’s short storm over
greens cleansed and air crisp
setting sun shining clear yellow
reminded him of where he stood

always before God
in some part of His garden
knowing that only his forgetting
would get him lost

today he’d gotten lost, a little
deep inside he knew he was not
for separation is from within
the rest but exploration?

Spirit Father is always there
waiting for us
to remember
and to see

his heart beat slowly
rhythm for wavelength
of love and thanks
for all and you…

always with Love,