Of don Quixote

I don't usually post twice in the same week, but in looking through my journal I found this and it seemed an appropriate follow-up to my last entry.

Dear don Quixote,

little did I know

those many years ago

when reading your story,

I was to follow in your footsteps.

Maybe I did know,

     but didn’t know I knew,

     for thoughts of you

            stayed with me

            as I collected trinkets

            to remind me of you.           

Your little carved wooden statue

     that graced my home

     for many years

     now stands proudly

     on a pillar

     near my daughter’s front door.

I believe, that for her,

     it represents us both

     and perhaps our kinship

            (yours, Don, and mine)

     which she recognized

            even before I did.

Oh noble don Quixote,

     bravely you trumpeted the call

     to return a fallen world

     to the chivalry of old,

            in your heart it truly existed

            —had, and could again—

     as you trudged the miles

            and fought the giants,

     unswayed by on-lookers

     who laughed and called you fool

            for you knew the value

            of what you pursued . . .

Yes, my daughter sees

     shades of me in you

     and you in me,

     so in her love

     she revers that statue

     even while she too 
     laughs at the fool.

Consider The Impossible

        In the words of Teilhard de Chardin: ‘The Age of Nations is past.  The task before us now, if we would not perish, is to build the earth.’

        There are those who say it is foolishness to speak of unity among humans, to think of different races, nationalities and cultures working together cooperatively and living in peace.  “Impossible!  There has always been conflict and human nature doesn’t change.”

        It is true that our nature is determined.  Self-preservation is a fundamental instinct and there is a broad spectrum of emotions that we come into the world with.

                        — Yes, nature is determined . . . but our spirit evolves—

We are born and slowly we grow into consciousness.  We see, learn, understand and thought emerges, then it complexifies throughout life; with that we build and create.  Animals exist and survive by adapting to their environment; only the human animal with intelligence and reflective awareness has adapted the environment to fit his needs.

        Glancing over the arc of time we see the human species awakening to thought, evolving from cave-man/animal existence to the marvelous creative/inventive being that changes the face of the earth.  With our history and science books we can look back and see the slow improvement of human shelters from cave-dwellings to simple structures of sticks and grasses to more endurable structures of stone and wood . . . a continual advancement to finally creating the amazingly complex structures that now define our modern landscape . . . back again to see mankind meeting nourishment needs by moving from hunting and gathering to domesticating animals and planting crops, to finding ways to preserve food for future needs . . . of finding means to cross rivers and chasms, to building bridges. . . of devising vessels to move loads over land and sea then inventing mechanical devices to make work easier, then inventing more complex machines to go farther and faster, to finally lift him from earth and fly through the sky.

        Millions of years ago the human animal shaped his grunts and sounds into words and developed languages to convey meaning, then invented coded markings to enable the permanentizing of those words and continued to find different ways to ‘send them forth’ covering distance and time; first writing, then printing press, telephones and telegraphs, computer, electronic devices . . . the world we occupy today is not the world to which the first human beings awoke.  It has been transformed by the countless effort of the millions of individuals over eons of time who slowly added bit by bit to the store of knowledge and innovation that enables us today to do marvelous unthinkable thing that were not possible when humans first walked the earth.

        Consider our world and realize that the pattern of choices made over time has shaped our present existence . . . these choices have been both marvelous and terrible—mostly they were made without awareness of the ‘whole picture’, but in the 1960’s when for the first time we left the confines of planet earth and looked back at our home we saw it was one whole self-sustaining unit, now we are called to understand what that means.  Teilhard told us: ‘The task before us now, if we would not perish, is to build the earth’.  To continue on the present course of wars, terrorism, and self-interest exploitation of earth’s resources is counter to a sustainable future.  

        Can human choice-making advance enough to leave self-interest behind and work for what will take eons (so never seeing efforts rewarded) to achieve the goal of building a sustainable earth?  Impossible you say?  Look how far we’ve come, we’ve already done the impossible if you consider where we started—we just have to do it again with conscious intent.

A Minor Miracle

       Two and a half weeks ago I experienced a minor miracle and I can’t stop thinking about it.  Perhaps ‘miracle’ is too strong, but at least a blessing.

      I’m staying alone in a house in Ormond Beach, Florida.  I’d flown into Daytona Beach Airport after a brief trip to D.C., I’d planned the trip to reach the airport at mid-day and take the bus which services the airport hourly.  The day was unseasonably cold and windy.  After waiting an hour and a half with no sign of a bus, I called the number on the bus schedule I carried, the response was, “Oh, we have no service to the airport today, the Bike Week traffic is too heavy to allow for that”.  Almost speechless, I finally said, “I have no car, what can I do?”  “Walk out to International Speedway Boulevard, I think you are near there, look for a bus stop, take any bus, it will go to the Transfer Plaza where you can then take the correct bus to your destination” was the response.

      A bit dazed, carrying a suitcase (without wheels) and fighting whatever illness had begun the night before, I headed down the winding airport roads, somewhat disoriented I asked the parking lot attendant for directions.  I estimate my walk to have been about a mile.  As I neared the Boulevard I saw to the left a large Harley-Davidson tent with dozens of bikes and bikers, as I got to a branching road that turned off to the right a mass of bikes, I estimate 25-30, passed in front of me as I waited; when it cleared I crossed.  As I stepped onto the sidewalk, a woman (accompanied by a man) asked, “Do you have a problem?  I can see you aren’t a biker chick”.  I briefly explained the bus problem and she said, “Where do you live?”  “About 20 miles North, off of A1A” I replied.  She said, “I have a car, I can drive you.”  First I said thank you but I’m almost to the Boulevard and should be able to get a bus.  She responded, “In this crazy traffic?  It will take till dark for you to make it back home, come on, I’ll drop my husband off at the place we’re staying and take you.  We’re here for the bike races, we come every year so I know the area.”  At that point I was beginning to feel light-headed and a bit feverish. 

      For the briefest few seconds I thought of all the warnings about ‘strangers’, but as she took my arm and led me to her car I felt no fear, only gratitude.  She did indeed drop off her husband, bring me a bottle of cold water and we headed out into the snarled traffic.  It took about an hour to reach my house, as I reached for my purse to offer her some gas money she said, “Don’t even think of it, you do something nice for someone else some day.”  In my muddled state of mind I didn’t even get her name or address.  She waited as I fumbled with keys, then, when I opened the door, drove off with a smile and wave.

      I pretty much collapsed in bed, had a raging fever through the night, got up only to change the wet bedclothes and sheets and did not get out of bed the following day.  When my daughter arrived the next morning she immediately took me to a walk-in clinic where I was diagnosed with pneumonia and extreme dehydration and sent to a hospital for the next four days.

      Why do I call that a miracle you may ask?  . . . How often do strangers pay any attention to those who pass by?  How did this kind-hearted person happen to be on that corner at that time?   And with her car just a few steps away? 

      An angel?  God or the Universe sending aid?  The Holy Spirit responding to a prayer?  Synchronicity?  

      Something bridged the gap between my need and the circumstances in which I found myself by motivating a stranger to offer an unusual kindness.  I choose to call it a miracle or a blessing and give thanks.  There are unseen dimensions to life beyond our understanding.

A God Image

        How to envision God? . . . Of course we cannot, but at times an image can help expand our understanding.   We participate in life, it is not of our making, it is given us . . . and here is this world and the vast universe; we know of it yet we can’t understand it . . . our souls whisper to us of God.

       In attempting to grasp for the unreachable, I suggest we imagine the Times’ Square New Years’ Eve ball:  a giant glittering multi-colored ball made up of thousands of small triangles of Waterford crystal glass.  A ball twelve feet in diameter, the entire thing, all surfaces, cannot be seen at one time.  As it turns light bounces off each surface, glittering like a giant jewel flashing multi-colored rays.  Each triangle is at a slightly different angle so either from the inside or from the outside, no single unit reflects exactly the same thing.  Even the glitter and flashes would be different depending upon the light and angle.

       The New Years’ ball with its 2,688-crystal triangles flash with 32,265 LED lights capable of producing a pallet of more than 16 million colors.  Sixteen Million colors?!  I can read the statistics but cannot make meaning of the numbers; I can only be awed by its magnificence.  Most of us cannot actually comprehend it for the complexity is beyond the average person’s ability to grasp, and this is a man-made object. 

       The complexity of God far exceeds that.  But consider it, for a moment, as an image of God. From the outside (our place in the world) we are awed by the magnificence of life’s wonder and being. With our limited perspective we peek out through one of those tiny windows (our religion) at the wonder as we pray and listen to explanations.  We imagine we ‘Understand God’ . . . yet that which is beyond our vision so far exceeds what we do see.   Whether from the outside or inside, whatever our position; as with the sphere, the total is not capable of being seen by anyone.   If our religion is open and progressive, it seeks to explore the many reports of the visions of mystics throughout the ages, for no two individuals see exactly the same thing.

       Unfortunately it is in the nature of people to argue, thinking we ‘know’ God better than someone else.  But God is so multi-faceted no one can truly know God.  When we seek the good, we know some bit of God as we need to know God.  We each look through different lenses and see different things.  It not a question of either/or, who is right and who is wrong, not ‘this or that’, but it is AND.   Each sees similar realities, or perhaps one is on the opposite side of the big ball and sees a very different reality but the whole is beyond encompassing by anyone; only is the ALL (the seen and that which is beyond seeing) the reality.

New Understanding

I have chosen to write of serious thoughts because it is my hope that the words I write will stimulate other serious thoughts.  Our world is in crisis.  I believe it is imperative that we recognize that our planet is but one small dot in an infinite universe so boundless that our disappearance would scarcely be noticed; but to us, the sentient beings on this planet, it is of supreme importance that we don’t self-destruct.

The 20^th century ushered in wonderful/terrible new knowledge requiring a deepening of our realization of who and what we are.  In Einstein’s words, “We must learn to think in a new way”.  What is this ‘new understanding’ that is emerging?  In truth it is not new at all. It is found in the writings of Mystics and in all wisdom literature of the ages; it is something known but not realized:  all life is interconnected, so oft repeated as to become a cliché, but now that the world has become a global village, it is critical that we realize what those words mean.  To be interconnected is to be of one whole, all parts effecting and being affected by all elements that comprise the whole.

Only recently have we left the earth’s confines and traveled through space to look back and see the beautiful blue ball suspended in space . . . without fences, borders or boundaries; earth undivided . . . a complete self-sustaining entity in the vast endless universe, one single total unit with all the necessary elements to sustain life.  What a wonder that is!

Life is the process in which we find ourselves, we didn’t create it, and we can’t call it forth.  It is a ’given’ and we each participate to its enhancement or its detriment.  The more the greater good is supported the more we all benefit.  The more destruction is spread the more we are all diminished.

Life is all around us in many forms but the human alone has the capacity to reflect and to know, to look back and see ahead and make the choices that shape the course we travel.  Humans have changed the face of the earth . . . and have threatened it with annihilation.  When we fully realize it isn’t just happening, nor is God sitting on a cloud pulling strings, the course our world travels is the result of the cumulative choices mankind has made and is making.   We each are responsible for our choices and all life is interconnected; we will succeed or fail together.