So It’s Valentine’s Day

So it’s Valentine’s Day ~ big deal, right? I’ve had a few memorable ones, but overall it’s pretty much an over-rated, over-commercialized, over-priced reason to either treat your special someone to flowers, chocolate and cards, or cry into your single-serving half-gallon ice cream container.

That said, I’m not as cynical as it sounds. I guess I’ve “evolved”. I kind of like the idea of a day dedicated to love. Let sweethearts swoon. And for those not in love, or who may have lost a love, are mad at love or through with love, who says it has to be romantic love? Cupid can have his fun, but so can those not struck by the mighty arrow. Why follow the rules?

So I got a little inspired, and made up some mini-posters in honor of all forms of genuine love, which is always worth celebrating. Happy Valentine’s Day to you! Go ahead and share some love today. ♥

welove

thissky

loveisafruitinseason

love.outlaw3

lovegivesnaught

loveis

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Love, Peace and Madness Rant

Maybe it’s always been so (Charles Dickens is forever chiming in my ear about the best and worst of times…), but this is the only lifetime I’m certain of, and it sure can feel like a world gone mad.

I’ve been in a fairly non-stop “create” mode for a while now. Years, really. It could be a defense mechanism, a “distraction” from the evils of the world. From the seemingly endless, seemingly requisite wars (will we ever stop killing each other?), from energy drinks (hello????… urghhhhh), drugs that fix one problem and cause another (possibly even death), and biased news reporting that offers up panic, fear and division. From leaders who decide who can eat what and when they can eat it.

From a world where we can live vicariously through adventurous “reality shows” and where something as utterly tactless as Jersey Shore becomes a number one tv show (gag me NOW).

There’s more texting and less talking. Entire world views and life events get summed up in 25 characters or less. And forget politics ~ behind the mask of virtual communication, there exists a culture of some of the most righteous, adolescent, hateful language I’ve ever seen, even from people who are otherwise good souls. Hear it, repeat it, blame it, get riled up, feel good about yourself. What?

Then there are the freakishly large storms, ice knocking out the east coast last October, this October, hurricane Sandy shredding NJ and NY. Tsunami’s, earthquakes, fires, devastation, heartbreak, momentary reflections of what matters most.

But there are also amazing people, incredible stories of human love and courage, and ordinary people who choose to uplift over putting down. We have hearts, minds and spirits that, I believe ~ despite what often seems an unraveling of what is right and decent ~ are for the most part inherently good.

And when you put all this together – the best of times, the worst of times ~ I often come up with the simple view that it really is just madness. You can’t truly take it all in without feeling chaos, without feeling torn apart. Ordinarily a fairly balanced individual, I do get incensed. My blood does boil, I cry out for the senselessness of so much going on in the world, the helplessness many feel, the charged, misdirected emotions and the sense that our chains are being yanked.

Then again, maybe it’s all an illusion.

Chaos, madness or illusion, I’ve discovered that a pretty good option for avoiding lunacy is to live under a rock. I used to joke about this, but maybe I’m not kidding after all. I like it there. It’s a pleasant, pleasing place of my own making. I can create to my heart’s content, and have all kinds of wishful thinkings that it might make a positive difference “out there”.

I suppose, since I’m not going to join a fanatical mob of any sort, that it’s my way of fighting evil. Small potatoes really, but it beats getting sucked into the fray. And if what I do might bring one smile, or hit one nerve of warmth and hope ~ even fleetingly ~ I figure it’s not wasted.

I could go ahead and decide it’s all for naught. Pointless. But as an eternal optimist, I’ll figure that it’s worthwhile. Or else go mad.

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Thoughts on Unity

I was recently asked to create a poster about “unity”, which will also happen to coincide with International Peace Day. Right up my alley, right? (By the way, the above is not the final poster – that will come tomorrow.) 

Yet the subject gives me pause. I know, I’m the peace & love & all things positive girl, and unity is an honorable goal, dream, ideal ~ so what great reflection is needed?

I just know that the concept made me ask myself, what exactly is “unity”? What is it to me and what is it to others, and would both answers be the same?

Is the concept of unity as simple as “united we stand, divided we fall”?  Is it as cosmic as the humanity / earth / universe connection? Is it “we are all connected”, or is it “we are all one”?  Is it about collective consciousness or collective harmony? Is unity of spirit or cause or thought?

You may think I’m over-thinking, and you might not be wrong about that (I can do it so well!). After all, the definition’s right there in the dictionary. But I do believe that the concept of unity is wide open for interpretation, not in small measure due to the chaos in our world ~ so I pondered. (Bear with me, if you like. But this a long one, so if your eyes are already glazing over, no worries.)

Of all the questions above, I would answer that unity is agreement and harmony, preferably originating from love, kindness and respect. At its core, it’s about more than one person standing up for the same beliefs, forming a united front. It can be a fight as well as a peace.

To me, unity is not “one mind”, “one heart”, “one world”, but a collection of minds and hearts with common purposes. In the bigger picture, unity is a vision of the great possibilities when humanity stands together for all that is right and good, when they have each others’ backs, when they cheer on others’ successes and give a hand when others stumble or fall, when they say “no” to personal abuses of any kind and “no” to attempts to sabotage their basic liberties ~ and when they say “yes” to love.

And of course, in the grandest overview, unity knows no boundaries between race, color or creed. Unity does not judge, nor allow differing opinions to divide us (humanity) as a whole.

But what if one group’s idea about what is “good and right” are opposed to another’s?

Different schools of thought have different opinions on how best to use and conserve our natural resources. Different molecular combinations create different personalities with different aptitudes. We say we want to be respectful towards different cultures ~ but what if one involves rituals that others find repulsive?

These scenarios prompt that pesky thing called disagreement ~ and if unity is pressed, trouble brews. Who’s to say: “be like us”, “think as we think”, “do as we do”, “ours is the better way”?

One may even feel a certain righteousness in their beliefs, which, as such, will probably not be well received. Oh there will be unities, but they’ll be divided from one another. In the Civil War, for example, while our country was ripped apart, each “side” was firmly united within their cause.

We want a world that “comes together”. But how does that happen? And if someone vehemently disagrees or feels something is an affront to humanity, should they be “tolerant” in the name of peace? Do they turn the other cheek? Just let it be? Or do they speak up, risking boiling tensions and most certainly a disruption to the flow of unity?

The ideal of unity can dissolve like a desert mirage. Emotions rise. Struggles ensue. Something that resembles disrespect can grow into resentment and anger.

I can see the bright hope to live in a world where we all get along ~ and I can also see, within a blink of the eye, ways it can go awry. I wouldn’t go so far as to call it a pipe-dream, but the harsh truth is that there are situations ~ and people ~ that can clash with enormous discord, on both small and grand scales ~ and these clashes put the concept of unity into a state of perpetual hope, rather than entrenched in a world reality.

It’d be beautiful to exist with unity and peace reigning supreme under love, but there are many forces at work and not all are on board, much less on the same page. History has shown that there are those who would fool us. Unity is not a dream reserved only for those with positive hearts. Everyone does not share the same vision.

I’ll even admit that the concept of broad, sweeping unity scares me because it contains the potential to be disguised and misused. I’m too fiercely independent, and love my personal freedom far too much to blindly follow any mass movement, even those claiming the best of intentions, if it raises a red flag or causes even a quiver on my spiritual antenna.

And then there’s this: can we have harmony without unity? Just leave each other alone to be who they want to be? (Oh boy, I think I’m going down Alice’s rabbit hole…)

So, what to do? Imagine? Dream? Hope? Pray? Sure. But, of course the best thing is to live it. By standing together within your family, among your friendships, in your community, your schools, and experiencing unity in small, accountable, rewarding ways.

I believe that there are indeed bonds of unity that can be stronger than any outside divisive effort, and that there is great power there with great possibility for what is “good and right” for the greater whole. And I believe that those who dream of a better world should never, ever stop dreaming. But I also think we should remember, as a wise person once said, “when the student is ready, the teacher appears”… not before. In other words, you can’t force it. While you may live it, and share by example, and maybe even influence, you cannot make a horse drink the particular well of water you’ve led them to.

Harmony, love, peace, unity…  those are some lofty goals. And in some respects unrealistic. But one thing’s for sure ~ in one way or another, we’re all in this together, so it doesn’t hurt to try, does it.

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Slow Dancing in Heaven

I like to think there’s some dancing going on in heaven today.

the Pennsylvania hills of my father’s childhood

We buried my beautiful mother 32 years ago ~ and not a day goes by that I don’t think of her or feel that she’s with me.

Yesterday my father joined her in heaven. And not a day will go by that I won’t think of him, or cherish the remarkable goodness and brilliance that he was. His was a long life, lived well; the world was truly made a better place for his many blessings. We’ll miss him. A lot.

Dad, thank you, for everything. I hope you and Mom dance the night away.

For anyone who’s ever lost someone dear, I offer comfort through this wonderful poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye. 

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.

– Mary Elizabeth Frye –

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