One Step Into Heaven

As the brother and sister stepped onto the playground, the brother pointed at the children playing and said, “Look, sprouts. Just like us.”

That was one of the first things I noticed… we really are “sprouts”…

Another thing I noticed is that it seems not so much about granting everyone’s wishes as it is a place that provides everyone with what is needed to grant their own wishes…

or others’…

Yet another is that the energy feels like what one may experience while breathing in the air after a cleansing rain… clean and bright…

And I’ve seen that it is within itself… earth is a part of and within Heaven… so is the universe… and we are a part of what exists within us…

But there is one difference here, in this little part of heaven, called earth…

The sister, a bit more down-to-earth and not to be outdone by her somewhat philosophical brother, replied, “Yeah, so when was the last time you drank from a stream?”
“What?!”
“You know, when was the last time you put your cupped hands into a stream and took a drink.”

one-step
One step… that’s all it takes…

M
Always Do with Love
and Love will Make Do

Dear Son,

Dear Son,

Regarding our last conversation…

winning is important, yes
yet it is a small thing compared to honor
and what is honor next to compassion

strength is important when we are young
but there is also strength of spirit,
character, integrity, and will

concepts such as those above
with wisdom, courage, duty, service
are signposts along all paths

it is not for me to tell you
how to define and radiate these
for that is part of each life’s why and way

yet it may be good to mention these
for you to think about
or meditate upon

they will help guide you
to keep you upon your right path
and to your goal, which is profound

as with your friends you’ve already learned
trust, loyalty, and performance count
yet in all groups of men these can be found

though the system feeds on money, pain, and blood
there are many people stuck within and around
who cherish life, good service, even fun

in the end it is you who decide
how to live, how to love, who to be,
how much you’ll let the above apply

in the end, life is short
so work, play, explore, create
live your life freely and honorably

remember, solitude a necessity is
do take time to be still
for without and within can be found the Divine

with Love,
dad

The Wanderer

falling flakes
and blanket of snow
cover all that eye can see
be it friend or foe

white sea undulating
white curtain swirling
white
whiteout

star shaped wafers
dry, wet, cold
cover the wanderer
who stands outside home

within, fire burns bright
gold yellow flames
give heat and light
warm both body and soul

radiant firelight
through window casts glow
as glass panes reflect
wanderer’s eyes, windows to his soul

inside, outside
body and home
hearth, heart, flame, and soul
merge into one

and learns the wanderer
he need wander no more

M

Sprinkle: All With Love

do all with Love
and Love will make do,
Love will do with you

be all with Love
and Love will be you,
Love will be with you

give all with Love
and Love will give too,
Love will give with you

become all with Love
and Love will become anew,
Love will become with you

M

Sprinkle: The Knowledge of Good and Evil

There are a number of writings and beliefs regarding the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil… in various cultures.

Amongst these are some referring to the “flip side of the coin”… the coin representing the Tree’s fruit… the yin/yang… positive/negative…

If these connections are correct, what lies beyond?
In deeper micro/macro.

As implied in the fruit of the Tree, suppose the “coin” itself is to be avoided. (The coin may refer to real ‘coin’, as in gold, but that is a diverging thought.)

Suppose we toss the coin… just toss it away… as if ‘passing by’ the Tree (whose fruit is) of the Knowledge of Good and Evil… suppose we cease to partake of this fruit.

What if this ‘fruit’  or ‘coin’ is just that, a piece of fruit (or coin) which becomes no longer relevant?

Imagine a person standing upon a high shore beneath a boundless expanse… dotted with infinite galaxies and stars without number.

In one hand is an apple, in the other a coin.

Each is an anchor that prevents our seeing something entirely beyond good and evil… beyond the Tree… or beyond even its existence…

so far beyond, that when we let go these anchors, our load lightens, and we rise into the universe…

ready to fly to our destinations… each or some, to our very own stars… to do with as we wish… no holds barred… nothing lacking… imagination wide open

What will you do with your star…
Whose future, in all ways, is being born within you now?

Would you perhaps create a beautiful place for new ones?
For new people… or new stars?

Always Do with Love
and Love will Make Do
M

Fish Farms

The other day I was reading about the food that comes from the sea. It seems that because of overfishing, we’ve been making increasing use of fish farms. One item that caught my eye was that, apparently, sometime in 2015 fish farm “harvests” may match or even outpace “wild” ocean harvests.

Uh, OK… so let me get this straight…

First of all, we (mankind) have polluted and (over)fished the oceans to the point that they can no longer supply all of our (perceived) “need”… in some cases 90% of certain fish species are gone. All used up.

The name Cabot used for Newfoundland in 1497 was Baccalaos, that being the one bestowed on it by Portuguese who had led the way. The word means, simply, land of cod. And Peter Martyr (from about 1516) tells us that “in the sea adjacent [to Newfoundland, Cabot] found so great a quantity… of great fish… called baccalaos… that at times they even stayed the passage of his ships.”  — Sea of Slaughter by Farley Mowat

Now, we, mankind think we can “farm” fish. We think we can raise them in ‘kennels’ in the ocean using our man-devised methods… to overcome a problem (decrease of natural ocean fish) that we created in the first place by using our profit-oriented methods. And even now (already) it is becoming increasingly apparent that this “new & improved” way is barely succeeding (if indeed it is at all). Witness the attendant difficulties of those endeavors… such as water pollution and short supplies of fish food to name just two. Farmed fish need to eat and because they are ‘contained’ they must be fed (as opposed to feeding on their own)… and, since fish stocks are depleted, we’ll be needing to grow food (as in plants) to be processed and fed to the fish… not to mention the necessary supporting structures such as steel & nets, fuel, energy, maintenance…

So where in this equation does anyone see something, anything, that would indicate our way is better than nature’s way… the way it’s been for thousands of years? Or even that our way might work?

If I understand rightly, rather than correcting our mistakes and helping nature restore the balance, we’re going to use the same thinking that destroyed our original and well-functioning option (that required no real work on man’s part other than harvesting) to create and maintain a second unworkable factory-like (labor and resource intensive) option?

I mean, who the heck is thinking this stuff up? With all the “history”, “knowledge”, & “data” available, this is not just an accident. Exactly who or what sort of consciousness is behind all this? And how is it that so many agree and approve?

Always Do with Love…
M

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.

M