Letters from Oz

Kidnapping My Mother

By
Amy Outlaw
on June 7, 2008 10:03 PM | | Comments (0)
Nearly 18 years ago, after the successful treatment of her breast cancer, my mother moved down to Florida. For the first years she would always come up for 2 or 3 months during the warm weather and stay with one or the other of my siblings or me. But she would often leave abruptly, and to us unexpectedly. It seemed that in some respect she had moved as far away from us and anyone that she knew as she could, creating a new life that essentially didn't include us.  Mom has a partner that lives next door.  Seven years ago they met, fell in love and made a commitment of sorts, though did not get married.  When it became available, he bought the trailer next to hers.  Now they have a 'his and hers' arrangement, you know, instead of his and her rooms, its his and her trailers.   It became evident about 5 years back that she had dementia, and that  the road ahead would not be much fun. But their bond was strong enough that Al has hung in there.  

A few years ago Mom stopped driving and cooking, so Al has done all the driving and cooking.  For most of my Mom's life she's been a fantastic bread maker and it was the one thing she continued to do, if sporatically. However, when I visited last October it was evident that she had stopped doing even that. In other ways she seemed to be doing OK.  She'd gotten smaller and frailer, but was basically happy and healthy.  She'd developed some odd habits, such as dumpster diving, and hoarding plastic bags and lightly used napkins.  She ate breakfast in her own kitchen, mostly just toast and coffee, and it appeared that she sometimes forgot to eat lunch.  Al cooked dinner or they went out to eat so it seemed to be working and Mom had made it abundantly clear that she preferred to stay in her own home in Florida with Al next door for as long as possible.

Two weeks ago my sister and I flew down to visit. This time, things were different right from the start.  There was virtually no food in Mom's refrigerator other than some shriveled  grapefruit, dried up nubs of cheese and several containers of half eaten food or dessert brought home from eating out. Every surface including the kitchen table was completely covered with junk.  Although she was glad to see us, every five minutes she would complain of tiredness and need to sit down, lay back and rest.  She was also painfully thin and much frailer than when either of us had last visited.  Over the last several years her skin has gotten thinner and blotchier.  She bumps herself often, especially on her shins, and whenever she does she tears her skin requiring a trip to the emergency room since she has refused to see any doctor regularly. We were shocked when we saw her legs.  Her shins were almost entirely dark brown, with black splotches and scabs here and there. They didn't seem to cause her pain, but she hid them in embarrassment. 

My sister and I were unable to take it all in, at first.  We were also starving, not having eaten on the plane (snacks now cost!) As soon as Al returned from his pinocle game with the car, we rushed out and bought lots of good healthy food and stocked Mom's fridge right up. (This was total confirmation that one should never go shopping when one is very hungry- we bought way too much!) We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening cleaning up her house and throwing lots of things out, when we weren't eating. We made sure that Mom had a healthy snack and augmented the dinner that Al had cooked with a roasted chicken and fresh green salad.

Late that night, after dozing off a couple of times, I was finally able to talk to my husband.  He's a doctor. His take on things was that Mom's circulation wasn't good, mostly due to aging, but it seemed to him that she was also not getting enough to eat and therefore not enough nutrients were getting to her skin to allow it to heal properly. God knows what I dreamed that night, but when I awoke, it was with the clear sense that we had to take my mother home with us immediately to get some good medical advice, since there was no doctor familiar with her case in or near Tarpon Springs. (It did not seem like a good time to try to establish a new doctor patient relationship; over the years we have tried to hook her up to various local doctors without success).  Plus, my husband is the best physician I know and has functioned as her doctor from when she used to live in the Philadelphia area and then when she would visit us with some regularity. 

My sister concurred and we bought Mom a ticket and changed ours; we were on our way to Philadelphia by 3PM. I think both of us realized subconsciously that we were taking Mom home to be cared for and that there was a good chance she would not come back.  But we convinced Mom to come because she really needed to see her doctor son-in-law to get help with her legs. I had only packed a few things for her to bring and we checked no baggage.  We asked Al to use what he could from the overstocked fridge and took a little with us.

At first Mom was excited to see everyone, though she kept forgetting who she'd seen and where she was and who I am. She also kept asking why she was her and not in Florida.  She also did not believe her doctor (my husband) when he said she had lost too much weight; 25 lbs, and that she was undernourished- or at least, not enough nutrients were getting to her skin to heal properly.  She would scoff every time he said it or any of us repeated it and then would launch into her story about how the bruises were caused by her many years of playing field hockey and lacrosse. It was hard not to laugh at this, since if she ever played either of these sports it was in high school gym class 66 years ago!

We have been making sure that she takes her high potency vitamins and minerals, getting 3 delicious and nutritious meals a day.  She is full of energy, when she is not napping, laughs and jokes a lot and seems to remember more often where she is, if not why she is here. She even got up and danced at her grandson's 18th birthday party! She has been a fabulous dancer all her life, but I hadn't seen (or heard of) her dancing in years. Its a very mixed bag, at least once a day and sometimes several times a day she lets it be known that she wants to go back home, but the rest of the time she seems to be happy and having a fuller life than she's had in recent years.

A  few days ago I got the chance to make her a little picture album with captions.  She had told me several times that she couldn't remember what my dad (her husband) looked like.  Mostly I can remember to say to her that although she was married to him for 18 years, that she has lived for 46 years without him after he died so its no surprise she can't remember him. We spent a good hour going over the pictures together.  She recognized most people right away since most of them are also lodged in her long term memory, not the short term which is so problematic.  Occasionally she would go of on one of her favorite, factually incorrect stories (which I am gradually learning not to try and correct!)  When we were finished- she mentioned that there was a restaurant that she like to go to, it had a salad bar that you could go back to as many times as you like.  She went on about the food for a few more sentences and then said, "there is someone I used to go to this restaurant with all the time.  What was his name?... who was that?..." I hesitated a moment and then asked, "Is it Al?" Her response was, "That  doesn't ring a bell."

Later that same day, I noticed at supper that she was writing his name on her napkin.  He has called 3 times in the past week, increasingly distraught and very angry at us for keeping her up here against her will. He really misses her.  I am afraid that it is not quite reciprocal.  Mom misses him, but more than him she misses her home and her sense of independence, which is only possible with Al/s support. Still it is a terrible dilemma.  In the best of all worlds we would be supporting her 100% to live out her days in her own home, and I have no doubt that if she lived near any of her 5 children that would be possible, at least for a while longer.  None of us is available to move down to Florida and none feel we can manage the situation from 1000 miles away.

So here I am pondering the fact that, in essence, I have kidnapped my mother and taken her away from her home to live in the bosom of her family. We all live in the city of Philadelphia, within a half hours drive of each other (3 of us live within an 8 block radius!) We want what is best for her and we think that means spending the last few years of her life with us as she slowly looses touch with  'reality'- but she is still quite capable of letting her wishes be known.  If you ask her she will tell you, she wants to live in her beautiful little home on the water in Florida, next to Al.

Earthquakes, Cyclones and one little girl in Zimbabwe

By
Amy Outlaw
on May 23, 2008 8:07 PM | | Comments (0)
Two weeks ago the bad news started steamrolling in. First tens of thousands of deaths in Myanmar then tens of thousands of deaths in China.  The news was full of Cyclones, earthquakes, volcanoes and tornadoes. Made the twenty something deaths in the American mid-west seem like nothing.  It was almost enough to make me wonder if the Jehovah's Witnesses are right!

As the days have gone by the tens of thousands have turned into 50 thousand and 100 thousand.  It is too much, boggles the mind, too much... At the same time, I found out that a little girl, baby, really, whom I love as much as my own, was finally released from the hospital in Botswana where she has lived since her mother died when she was only three months old. She was taken to live with her great grandmother in Zimbabwe. both her parents were illegal residents of Botwsana when she was born- hoping for a better life than the chaos and massive unemployment at home in Zimbabwe.  

In the end, or in the long run, this will be celebrated as a blessing, but in her short life Hilary Shula Ndebele has never known any other home but Nyagabgwe Hospital Children's Ward.  Not a great place for a baby to grow up, you say? That's what I thought in the beginning, too.  But there she was fed and cared for, developed attachments, learned to walk.  She became a happy, slightly spoiled and mischevious toddler. Sent to Zimbabwe, to a great grandmother she's never known before, in a country in dire trouble, where political disasters foster famine and inflation beyond belief, what will happen to her. How must she feel uprooted form all she knows and everyone she loves and who love her?  She had never been outside of the hospital, before this.

Am I weeping just for her? or is it a place that I can actually feel the heartache and sorrow, when for the nearly two hundred thousand dead, it is just a kind of numbing statistic that I can't quite fathom? She who has fallen asleep in my arms, whose chubby hands I adore, whose smile brightens up my day even when I can only see it on my monitor and not in person. I fear for her, for hear physical and mental health, so little, so innocent, so sweet- yet not at all different than the tens of thousands of other little ones who have died or are now orphans- all vulnerable, to hunger, abuse, disease, starvation ,death, living a nightmare, I hope Hilary never will. 

I dream that her great grandmother adores her, loves her, soothes her fears and cuddles her to sleep.  I dream that she gets to play in the dirt, feel the rain on her arms and the sun on her face.  I dream that she looks at the green leaves and the blue sky and makes friends with the insects and birds and lizards.  That she has enough to eat and hardly ever goes hungary. That the lessons she is learning are not so much that everyone she loves and depends on leaves, but more that everywhere she goes people love her, one one person dies or leaves another appears and takes care of her, that, for the most part, this is a marvelous place and that she has been lucky, indeed.

Of course this is what I wish for every child. Hilary is just the one that has touched my life. I can imagine what she is going through, it seems real and not so overwhelming that its numbing.  I can pray for her, I might even be able to make a small difference in her life. What if each of us allowed ourselves to be touched like that by just one child? Allowed ourselves to fall in love and dream and try? would it make a difference? 

Perhaps I am fooling myself, in this, but Mother Theresa's words come to mind. Few of us get to do great things. We get to do  small things with great love. And that, my friends, makes all the difference.

Blue Sustainability & Wal*Mart

By
Amy Outlaw
on May 4, 2008 6:42 PM | | Comments (0)

For most of us who consider ourselves GREEN, Wal*Mart is a dirty word; we wouldn't be caught dead shopping there.  Although Adam Werbach's name will never become a household word, it is generating some pretty nasty epitaphs among some greenies lately. Is it because he is trying to promote BLUE instead of GREEN?  Is it because he has gone over to the other side and works with Wal*Mart? Or is it because he claims that our GREEN movement is too narrow and too negative AND that Wal*mart, its 2 million employees and it's 200 million customers, can change the world?


On April 10, 2008 Werbach, the former boy wonder head of the Sierra Club, addressed the Commonwealth Club in San Francisco.  His speech, entitled The Birth of Blue, calls for a new movement of consumers pushing for sustainability. [If you want to read the whole thing, it is posted on < http//gristmill.grist.org >.] It is one of the most fascinating. potentially hopeful, things I have read in recent years.


There is no question that Wal*Mart can change the world; it already has, for the worse! Although I suppose that may depend on your point of view. I imagine it has made the world better, or, at least, life easier, for many families struggling to make ends meet. That last aside, can enlightened self-interest apply to a giant corporation? 


Adam Werbach thinks it can and it does.  But first, we need to understand a few things.  BLUE for instance.  In his own words, Werbach says," As vast and common as the ocean, BLUE is a platform for  sustainability that goes beyond the deep, beautiful green of environmentalism. Green puts the planet at the center of the dialogue. BLUE puts people at the center.


"... Green represents the simple and inarguable wisdom of ecology: that all things are connected. BLUE brings together a broader set of human concerns, from practice to price, from nature to society. BLUE integrates all four streams of sustainability: social, cultural, economic and environmental. BLUE puts the way we treat ourselves and each other at the center of our focus." [1]


Wal*Mart is already taking the lead, according to Werbach. Wal*Mart has set three goals: 1)Produce zero waste, 2) Be powered by rewable energy, and 3) Sell only green products. And they have indtroduced PSPs, Personal Sustainablbility Practices.  Werbach worked with Wal*Mart to create  this program that encourages and creates a support structure that is simple and voluntary. PSPs are characterized by the following; Sustains the environment, Makes you happy, Affects the community, Repeatable and Takes visible action, SMART.  So far there has been tremendous success. 


Employees have done things like commit to riding a bike to work, change all their light bulbs to CLFs, care for a park, make healthy breakfasts for the kids, compost, but once these have been accomplished they have moved on to things like losing weight, getting diabetes under control and reconnecting with a daughter, as well as getting a recycling program in the local high school, dumping the deep fryer and serving  organic veggies and other healthy snacks at the ball games instead of hot dogs...


In his speech Werbach outlined the 3 desired outcomes for the BLUE movement. "First, to measurably improve the quality of life of people who join. Second, to engage as many people as possible in the effort, and third, to increase the effectiveness of their activism. The primary tactic is getting one billion people to create their own personal sustainability practices." [2] And he doesn't mean just in the US and Western European nations. China and India not only have the largest populations but the fastest growing economies.  This is especially true in China, and they are becoming increasingly aware of the costs of pollution as well as beginning to make sustainable choices and changes.


 Werbach states his long term goal as  "nothing short of building a world full of happy people contributing to a healthy planet."  He goes on to say that, "In the next five years, we need to build a billion-person movement, representing over $1 trillion in consumer buyer power -- consumers who are maintaining their PSPs and acting on them when they shop.


"To create a world full of happy people, we need to go far beyond reducing our individual carbon imprints. Happiness requires that the material, Maslovian needs of the nine billion people projected to be living on the planet by the end of the century are met, so we need enough resources for all of them." [3]

That, fellow greenies,appears to be the essential difference between BLUE and GREEN.  We in the green movement up until now have tried to promote a future that leaves the billions of people in China, India and elsewhere in the developing world, permanently underdeveloped, while urging a course for ourselves and other westerners of decreasing consumption and de-industrialization.  Meanwhile, China and India are ignoring this and zooming full speed ahead with development.  

Is it possible to meet the projected basic needs of 9 billion people and have sustainable systems in the social, cultural,economic and environmental spheres by then end of this century? If it is, I suspect that working with Wal*Mart and other huge corporations (as well as small) who voluntarily commit to substantially lowering their environmental impact, is the way to go. but only time (and billions of us making similar committments) will tell.

When you look at our beautiful home, the planet Earth, from space, you see some green, but mostly you see blue. Whose ready to sign up for a PSP?  I just committed myself to watering plants with household grey water (rinse water from the kitchen sink and our shower). AND I may just make my first trip to,( dare I say it out loud?), Wal*Mart.


1,2 and 3   < http://gristmill.grist.org >. The Birth of Blue, Adam Werbach 4/10/08

   


  



Footprint Shmootprint, I Want to Eat

By
Amy Outlaw
on April 25, 2008 6:19 PM | | Comments (0)
There has been a debate going on among the food conscious lately about organic vs local and  the size of our food footprint.  Footprint here meaning how much fossil fuel is used and how much carbon dioxide is produced in the growing, transporting and preparing of the food we eat.  Although this is a debate which engages me and I enjoy arguing about, I want to cut to the chase before I go on and on, so that, if anyone reads this, they can get the information up front (Much as Michael Pollen did in The New York Times Magazine article he wrote debunking nutritional science by starting with the advice, "Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants."[1])

If you want to have a significant impact on the footprint mentioned above, my advice is, Get informed. Find others who agree. Take action. (Action that will effect local, national and international policies governing agriculture and food production and transport.)

I am not saying that what you do, personally is not important, either to your own health and well being or to creating change in this area.  In fact, I agree with whoever the wise person is who said, its easier to act yourself into a new way of thinking than to think yourself into a new way of acting.  This agreement, however, will not stop me from attempting to talk you into, at least, thinking about all this.  So, we humans, need to start where we are.  Most of us want to eat, want to enjoy eating, want to not have to pay too much for it. We also wish that someone else would prepare it for us. Is that asking too much?  (I'm not going to answer that just yet.)

I have a confession, food and eating are dear to my heart (and stomach), not to mention, somewhat of an obsession. Perhaps it all started with my mother's homemade whole wheat bread back in the fifties.  We never, I mean never, bought bread when I was a child.  On special occasions Mom would make white bread or sticky-buns much to everyone's delight. All this home-baked business had a somewhat surprising effect on my older sister. It made store-bought bread, especially that white, squishy, air-filled stuff seem exotic. She frequently got other kids to trade one of her wholesome, home-baked bread sandwiches for ones made with the store-bought stuff!

Anyway I didn't fall far from the tree, except that when I was 45 I discovered that I was mildly wheat intolerant, so I no longer eat wheat or anything made with wheat flour, whole or white. Plus, these days, you can get such great whole grain breads of many sorts, that who bakes anything anymore?! Well, I do, whenever I get the chance, which isn't that often, because you can't get great non-wheat baked goods, though even that is changing. 

My kids have grown up on home cooked food, which over the last 10 years has been increasingly organic and now local.  But, just in the interests of complete disclosure, we do love to eat out or order out and we happen to have some great moderately priced restaurants within two blocks of our house! But it hasn't always been easy to get my husbands approval of this particularly because of the expense involved. 

Fortunately along with being a cheapskate or frugal, my husband also likes to be well informed and loves to read; Consumer Reports is OK by him.  Several years ago I read their take on organic produce.  Although they recommended buying organic whenever possible because of its positive effect on the environment, not too mention that it tastes better and is better for you.  However, because, organic food was not that easy to get and expensive they did some research and found that pesticides could be washed off virtually all fruits and vegetables with just soap and water. Just taking the time to wash them reduced the pesticide by up to 99%.

So, back to the footprint thing.  Think oil; not cooking oil, but the black stuff that currently cost $200 a barrel. Although fertilizer is not made from petroleum as is commonly thought (its made from petroleum's twin, natural gas.) Even so, all the machines used in large scale farming production use diesel petroleum: plows, planters, harvesters, and also the enormous amount of water used is pumped by machines that use diesel. Then there are the trucks and the refrigeration needed to bring it all to us, both use lots of petroleum as well.[2]

Now, on top of that, all food prices are soaring because of the commodities speculators(who are making a killing while poverty stricken populations are starving and rioting over food prices). As far as I can tell this is due to the rush to use food- mostly corn- for fuel! Its all really too much to think about- but I can't help myself!

Here's what I recommend: "Eat Food.  Not to much.  Mostly plants." This is deceptively simple.  First of all much of what gets packaged and sold to us isn't really food. Its chemicals and food additives.  Its better for your health and the health of the planet to avoid all those non-foods.  This unfortunately means not buying and eating much that is processed. Not too much is just what it says. Mostly plants, of course, means mostly fruits, vegetables and grains.  But it doesn't say only plants, so that leaves room for meat and fish, eggs and dairy.

One thing that I have found helpful is to imagine that there is a line dividing my plate in half.  The top half is for fruits and/or vegetables.  Then the bottom half is divided in half again making fourths. One fourth is for protein, e.g. meat, fish, eggs or beans/tofu, and the other is for starch e.g. potatoes, rice, pasta or bread (whole grain, of course). If you are trying to lose weight or maintain it (especially after the age of 45) some good rules are, no seconds of protein or starch allowed, seconds of veggies and fruits OK, especially salad and decide before hand whether to have a starch or dessert- not both.

I would also recommend buying local and organic if you can.  Our local farmers market has great things at a variety of prices, and most venders accept food stamps.  Also several of the farms have CSAs. What this means is that you can pay upfront at the beginning of the season and then you get fresh produce all season long at a decent price.  A full share in the Philadelphia region is between $500-600.  But you can get a half share or two families or small households could go in together. 

Community gardening is another great way to get really local and organic produce.  Although time consuming, many people find that it is time well spent.  You get to know neighbors and you get to experience the miracle of tiny little seeds growing into big beautiful vegetables and fruits- plus they taste so much better when you've grown them yourself! Plus there is almost no carbon footprint at all!!!


 

 

 Footnotes

1. "Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants." Michael Pollan Unhappy Meals, NYTimes magazine, January  28, 2007

 2.  "...behind the great success story lies a dark, foreboding fact: almost every component of our food production and distribution system is dependent on low cost petroleum. Fertilizer, in the form of ammonia, is made from natural gas; which has recently tripled in price. The various machines used to plant, till and harvest crops all run on diesel fuel. Pesticides, herbicides and fungicides are almost entirely produced by plants that use petroleum as the primary feedstock. Fresh vegetables and meat are transported to our local markets by diesel fueled trucks, and these products are kept cold in transit by diesel fueled refrigeration units. Much of the water used to irrigate crops today is ground water that needs to be pumped out of the ground by large diesel motors. Our entire food supply chain is critically dependent on petroleum," (Oil on the Plate <riograndeorganics.com>)

    

 

 

 

 

Water & the Demise of Largeness; for Earth Day, everyday

By
Amy Outlaw
on April 21, 2008 10:41 AM | | Comments (0)
The history of water on this planet has an interesting place in our lives. My understanding of how things went down is as follows.  The sun and all the planets of this particular solar system were quite hot upon birth.  After a billion or so years as the earth cooled water was formed.  All the water that exists now was formed then. Water is a critical ingredient in all life on this planet. Research has shown that it takes a molecule of water  approximately 3 years to circulate the entire globe. Circulate the entire globe means, that a particular molecule of water travels and exists in every location where water is, every place!

It is a well known fact that we humans are about 75%-80% water; the cells in our body consist primarily of water. (That is why the eight glasses of water/liquid a day is a good idea!) So... the water in my body, and yours, has been everywhere; in every stream and ocean, up in the sky as clouds and in birds, in the blood and tears of mothers and soldiers, flushed down the toilet, bubbled up through clear mountain springs, in animals, insects, fishes, in loved ones and those we deem enemies...

Water truly connects us all.




The Demise of Largeness

 

All things evolve or perish

Dinosaurs seemed to vanish

in some cataclysmic event

Until someone noticed a similarity to birds

Large, seemingly cumbersome bodies

A few so heavy their feet shook the ground

Yet somehow elegant, beautiful

Showing beyond a doubt

the physical parameters of life on earth

A natural grandiosity

doomed to failure

If, indeed, it was

 

Consider the birds

Diminutive descendants of thunder lizards

They fly at what expense?

Hollow, breakable bones

Allowing them to soar in godlike fashion

Cavorting with rainbows

and hurricanes

 

Now the whole earth trembles with our weight

What massive global event

portends the demise of our largeness?

 

Perhaps some new creature will evolve

from our unduly dense bones

to soar beyond imagining

On wings of spirit

so light

No footprint will be seen

or felt

at all

 

 
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Firstday Reflections

By
Amy Outlaw
on July 2, 2008 4:40 PM | | Comments (0)

Most mornings when I meditate by myself or worship with others I come to a place that that nourishes me and helps me consistently, but is difficult to describe.  Never the less, I will try.

 

Deep inside each of us, inside you and me is a space, no a spaciousness.  It is as deep and wide as the event we call the universe.  It is as vast and capacious as that which we call God. It is as if heaven and earth meet there, in this boundlessness.  Here all things are possible, all problems solvable; it is here where the solution to each problem, large or small can be found. This is the Holy Spirit, not a being so much as a place, a place without beginning or end.  When we touch this place, the ultimate dimension and the historical become one, or rather, the door that seems to be between them opens, or the veil thins to nothing.  This is the place of healing, of redemption, of forgiveness, of love beyond understanding, beyond belief.  And yet it is there always.  It is what, I believe Jesus was referring to when he proclaimed the Kingdom of God had was/is at hand, and when questioned about where the kingdom is, pronounced that the Kingdom of God is within you/among you.

 

This spaciousness is most commonly accessed in stillness; stopping to pray a silent prayer, meditating, or in Quaker meeting for worship.  But it is often most easily accessed, as you are absorbed in doing something you truly enjoy; creating art, playing an instrument, dancing, fixing or repairing something... when without effort, you become wholly present to the moment, all thoughts of past or future disappear spontaneously, and you become one with what you are doing. For this time, doing and being cease to be separate, they simply are the same.

 

My hope and prayer is for each of us, each human being, to touch this spaciousness more frequently. Some have offered the challenge to live while praying unceasingly. Which I believe is an attempt to describe the above.  Another image I have is to live with one foot in heaven and one on earth, or one foot in the ultimate dimension and the other in the historical/material dimension.

 

Stop   Breathe  Be Still   Do What Brings You Joy   Pray   Express Gratitude  As we do these every day, that boundless spaciousness will become more and more accessible to us, opening up more creative solutions to the global as well as personal problems that plague us in these times.

 

Burnt Offering

By
Amy Outlaw
on May 23, 2008 7:02 PM | | Comments (0)
The blackened landscape seemed
                           dead
as the ranger trudged through
taking mental notes of the
                           destruction
trying to keep it all in perspective
                     not an especially big fire
                     in the scale if things
                     just devastating to those
                     who call this home
                     most animals and birds fled
                             escaping death
                     insects may have not been so lucky...
                     some seeds actually need this kind of heat 
                             to germinate
                     burnt underbrush will fertilize the soil

But, the atmosphere was ghostly
where there had been abundant life
All was now dark, quiet
                                 desolation

Something made the ranger look down
there, 
almost underfoot
                     was a wraith-like warbler
tiny wings protectively spread out 
Bending down for a closer look
it crumbled into ashes and blew away with a puff
revealing a miniature nest and three chicks
                      alive and unharmed 
                                   by the fire


Glimmerings of What Is Real, What Is True

By
Amy Outlaw
on April 18, 2008 4:11 PM | | Comments (1)

We seem to live in a responsive universe. Many, throughout the ages, have noticed a tendency that "what you send out you receive back" (in this life or "the next").  Another way of saying something similar is, what you sow, you shall reap. A version of this idea is repeated many times in both the Old and New Testaments of the Bible.  A paraphrase of  verse 11:24 of the Gospel of Mark, puts a slightly different spin on it: "As you ask and feel and believe, you will receive."

 

There is another, more modern, view that we are given what we need, not what we necessarily want in this life.  We are given the stumbling blocks or experiences we need in order to learn the universal lessons about what is real and true.  How both of these perspectives or ideas square with the suffering of the innocent is another matter. And what about all the "bad" folks who seem to "have it good", that is, live lives full of material prosperity and good fortune?

 

Here are some possibilities or glimmerings that have been shown to me.

 

The something More, the Source, the Mystery at the heart of existence which many of us call God, set things in motion, or created the Universe.  Although we think of the universe as a place, it is really more of an event, albeit one that takes place over billions of years.  This Universe is dynamic and reflective of its Creator- but not controlled by that which we call God.  God loves this creation and all that is a part of it.  Indeed every part of it is imbued with divinity. The Breath of Life blows through all things even those that seem to have no life, inanimate objects such as rocks and planets. Some traditions talk of small bits of divine light, as shards of a splintered mirror, imbedded in all beings and all things.

 

Human beings, as part of this event we call the Universe, diverged from the rest of creation when we developed awareness/consciousness/ego.  All the rest of creation knows, beyond thought, that it is a part of the Oneness, so deeply connected that there is never any sense of loneliness or different-ness or sin (actions that separate or create space between the Creator/Created).  An interesting example of this can be found in cats and purring, their unmistakable expression of contentment. Cats purr when they are obviously contented, but also when giving birth and when mortally wounded or dying!

 

Although Creator and created are deeply connected they are not the same.  The Creator loves creation and every little thing in it and of it, but does not (and cannot?) intervene in extraordinary ways.  On the other hand, the Universe is intrinsically responsive to itself- since everything in it is deeply connected.  The Creator made it this way, or since creation is imbued with the essence of its Creator, it mirrors or reflects God, though is not the same as God.

 

All of the suffering in the world is created by two things: 1) The natural forces of the planet we live on, for instance the cycles of hurricanes/tsunamis, of drought and flood, the cyclical changes of our planet's distance from the Sun creating ice ages and its opposite, the evolving, alive planet which includes volcanoes and drifting continents... (Of course all these kinds of things can be and have been aggravated and exacerbated by what we humans have done and are doing in our attempts to control these forces of nature and from the  unconsciously destructive underbelly of development), 2) the enormously powerful downside of our separation (or perceived separation) from the rest of nature/creation and the Creator, because of our awareness/consciousness/ego. This gift is the defining thing about us and is precious- but comes with a price that so far seems to outweigh its usefulness and beauty. As a direct result of this feeling of separateness, often times experienced as agonizing loneliness or fear of annihilation, we humans have created domination systems of governance that cause and legitimize vast suffering of the majority of us, other beings and the planet as a whole.  We have, of course, also created incredible beauty, art, culture, music and inspired each other to amazing acts of altruism and bravery.

 

Just the fact of our awareness/ego has caused us tremendous suffering in and of itself, since along with it has come the illusion of separateness, or the pervasive forgetting of our connectedness to everything else and to God. It seems that this great forgetting which happened at some point in our history/evolution as a species and happens to each of us individually sometime around the time we learn to talk, is inevitable, but not insurmountable. In fact, every great religious founder, leader, saint and prophet has tried to teach a way to know and experience this connection again.  They have told us stories, showed us with their lives and been the recipients of verses and scriptures that hold keys to transforming ourselves, to remembering our deep connections and experiencing the numinous love of the Creator. This has, unfortunately, not stopped us from using and abusing the religions founded upon their lives and teachings to legitimate the domination systems we, in our loneliness and fear, have created.

 

[To be continued...]