The Meaning of Life

She was ninety and four when I knocked at her door,

We were neighbours but seldom had spoken before.

She welcomed me in with smile so wide,

And gestered me sit at the table inside.

With her porcelain hands she poured the tea,

Then folded them gently and focused on me.

“What’s the meaning of life”, I asked with a sigh,

I waited, impatient for her reply.

She looked around slowly, she stared at the skies,

She gazed at the ocean, then looked in my eyes.

“This is it. It is now. This very minute.

All that it holds and the truth that is in it.

Right now, spring’s blossoms are buzzing with bees,

And leaves are unfurling on maple trees,

The bleat of a lamb, the song of a bird,

The blow of the whale I just now heard.

Right now, a robin is building its nest,

New born babes are suckling at mother’s breast.

In this moment, a mother laments her child’s sorrow,

A father is worried about tomorrow,

A country is threatened, and lives are at stake,

And someone is crying while lying awake.

Right now, this minute has both beauty and pain,

And we know, in an instant it changes again.

The meaning of life is in every minute,

All that it holds, and the truth that is in it.

Share this:
Share this page via Email Share this page via Stumble Upon Share this page via Digg this Share this page via Facebook Share this page via Twitter

A Blessing

 

May we see with our hearts,

So love shines from our eyes,

May we feel with our souls,

So our hands will be gentle,

May we hear with our very beings,

So we vibrate in harmony

with all living things.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Share this:
Share this page via Email Share this page via Stumble Upon Share this page via Digg this Share this page via Facebook Share this page via Twitter
January 18, 2015Permalink Leave a comment

Control Versus Support

I believe our need for control and power is in direct proportion to our insecurities and fears. We take out our own inadequacies on others. We treat people with the same amount of respect we have for ourselves. But if our own self esteem is low, how can we extend courtesy to another? I’ve thought often of the teaching of Jesus, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” If I don’t feel worthy inside myself how can I hold you as worthy? How can I look at you and see you as a child of God if I don’t see myself that way? So it seems to me we’re doing exactly what he suggested.

Of course we know that’s not what this teaching meant. Jesus, Buddha, Gandhi, Mother Theresa were all referring to love. They taught by example. They extended their hands to help, support and encourage, to provide strength and hope. They loved themselves enough for that love to pour out to others. They gave of themselves.

That’s how it starts. No matter how little value we perceive in ourselves, we need to reach out. We need to bloom right where we’re planted. Every day, in countless ways we can help or encourage, and in the doing, a miracle will happen. A smile, a kind word, the giving to another of a part of ourselves adds to our own growth. Our insecurities fade when we help others. We become stronger and more loving and then give even more. Research has shown that people who volunteer live longer. Makes sense, doesn’t it? When we’re concentrating on someone else’s troubles, our own disappear. Our worries and fears are forgotten and our bodies get a break from the stress of our lives, giving them a chance to heal. In the act of nurturing others we heal our own spirits and open the door to the love that is the core of us. Whatever hurts we’ve suffered that have made us wary and closed our hearts, begin to melt away in the act of doing.

That’s the big difference. Doing for others not to others. When we command, control, manipulate, rule by force, withhold, and oppress we are doing to other people. We pass on from generation to generation the negative influences we ourselves have experienced. Instead, if we concentrate on forgivness and encouragement, we’ll make room for love to flow, leading to patience and understanding and the doing for. It’s impossible to oppress and help at the same time. When we start loving ourselves it’s impossible for that love not to shine through and encompass all those around us.

We can make a difference, each and every one of us. We can start today by saying hello to our neighbour, by smiling at our co workers, by listening, really listening to what’s being said, by a kind word to a stranger.

Seems like nothing really, doesn’t it? But watch what happens! Little acts of kindness become a mountain of goodwill. The ripple effect we’ve all heard about really works! Can any one person change the world? The answer is an emphatic yes! Because one person becomes two and two become four and four become eight and so on and so on. A simplistic solution to the very real problems facing the world? Perhaps. But there’s nothing complicated in the teachings of the great masters. They taught about love. Period. Everything stems from love for ourselves and each other. The survival of the world depends on it!

Share this:
Share this page via Email Share this page via Stumble Upon Share this page via Digg this Share this page via Facebook Share this page via Twitter
October 12, 2014Permalink Leave a comment

Native Woman

Joe Jack Salish Moon

We watched a film the other night, here on Pender Island, called ‘Muffins for Granny’. The newly formed Pender First Nation Reconciliation Initiative, featured it at our community hall.

Thank you for opening my eyes.

If you get a chance to see it, do so. It inspired this poem.

 

They tried, but couldn’t pierce my soul, she cried, tears streaming down her face,

They took my body, took my mind, and tore me from my rightful place,

They burned my clothes and cut my hair,

They ordered silence, not to dare

To say a word in native tongue,

They concentrated on the young.

 

They tried, but couldn’t pierce my soul, she said,

The anger and the pain still causing angst inside her head,

I’ve kept this little piece of me, I’ve held it tight, no one can see,

I’ve fought my whole life long and learned to hate,

And now I can’t let go, it seems too late.

 

They tried, and nearly pierced my soul, she sighed,

They wrenched me from my family and left a gap so wide

That everything I was and all that I was meant to be

Was lost. A sad and frightened girl was me.

 

They tried, and in so many ways they won,

My life tumbled around me and for years I was undone.

I clutched my soul with all my might, I drank and swore and learned to fight

But lost my grip, then lost myself for years,

Could barely keep from drowning in a watershed of tears.

 

They tried, and nearly pierced my soul, she said,

But here it is, still hanging by a worn and thinning thread.

This tiny flame, this speck of me is all that’s left of history,

Is it too late to give my soul a chance,

Oh healing wind, caress this flame, allow my soul to dance.

Share this:
Share this page via Email Share this page via Stumble Upon Share this page via Digg this Share this page via Facebook Share this page via Twitter
October 12, 2013Permalink Leave a comment

Unlimited

Painting by Leo Gestel

I’ve bought you a breakfast tray with unlimited refills, he said,

As he carried the laden tray to her bed.

I’ve asked the sun to shine and keep all the clouds at bay,

For this your special day.

And put in a request for the birds to sing in a joyful chorus trill,

And picked a bouquet of sweet smelling blooms to arrange on your windowsill.

I’ve brought you my heart as well, with unlimited love he went on,

And a hand to hold when the going gets rough, and a shoulder to lean upon.

Share this:
Share this page via Email Share this page via Stumble Upon Share this page via Digg this Share this page via Facebook Share this page via Twitter

Music in Our Blood

The music’s in my blood, it’s in my blood, it’s in my bones,

The rythmn and the beat and all the glorious, glorious tones,

With rainbow coloured skirt, stiletto heels I twirl around,

Hands clapping, fingers snapping, feet that hardly touch the ground.

The music’s in our blood, it’s in our breath, it’s in the air,

It’s bringing folks together, people dancing everywhere.

We shimmy and we shake, we razzle dazzle on the floor,

We laugh, we sing, we glide, we swing, then boogy out the door.

The music’s in our blood, we snake our way on down the street,

A swaying, pirouetting line, oh my, oh my, it’s sweet!

(Photo thanks to Tony & Patti, Crofton, BC)

Share this:
Share this page via Email Share this page via Stumble Upon Share this page via Digg this Share this page via Facebook Share this page via Twitter