Deserve To Love

It has been over two weeks since I have written the Cricket Newsletter. With all that is going on, to find time to just "write" seemed almost impossible. It's a little bit sad, because out of all the projects I have, Cricket Newsletter is one of my favorites. Besides the time factor, so much is going on in the world, that I just didn't seem to have anything that was important enough to write. But after this last week and the horrific circumstances in Japan, I was suddenly compelled to write something. As the facts unfolded of the horrors of the earthquakes in both Christchurch, New Zealand and Japan, there was something that struck me in the center of my heart. And that was how the people in both catastrophes, handled themselves. I watched how hour after hour, family members would walk through debris, groups of people and government agencies in order to find loved ones. I saw how these people in quiet dignity stood in lines for water and small portions of food while huddled around heaters in makeshift tents. I cried as individuals described trying to hold on to loved ones, to no avail as the raging waters swept their children and spouses away. In all of this, I never felt pity but only admiration for how courageous and kind they were being to each other in the middle of their hell. Very much like the Taiwanese interacted when they were faced with the same horrors. I wonder if this same kind of horror happened to this country if we would conduct ourselves the same way? Would we still hold on to our humanity while rebuilding, allowing us the realization that it was the only way to maintain and/or grow physically and spiritually? Or would we think that the government or the world or life needed to give us what we deserve? And what is it that we deserve? Who owes us? Anyone? Would we loot to our heart's content? Or would we look inside ourselves and find out what we are made of which may then lead us to rely on each other and then out of that building a stronger, richer and wiser community? I will speak for myself on what I deserve. I was told a long time ago when I was living a very selfish life, by someone very wise, "If you got what you deserved you wouldn't be alive." Sounds harsh, I know, but honestly, that was the truth. I completely got it when I heard it. The statement drove home how much more I could be offering to the world. I needed to up my ante as a human being and become more useful but not only that, I had a moment of clarity that allowed me to see that false promises had been made to me on how life should be. On how easy it was supposed to be. Ah, I get it....work hard, enjoy the hard work and lower all expectations. Maybe what I deserve is a crimson sunset. A hot bath. A monarch butterfly. The reassuring voice of a stranger. The gifts that nurture the soul. Maybe this is what are the special moments instead of yearning for a nice house, a big color TV, being famous or being rich. Maybe what we might be actually yearning for are the special moments to give balance to that which so often and easily becomes off-balance due to the hectic demands and increasing pressures of society, government, ad campaigns and what the next door neighbor has. I have known catastrophe to clear the way for divine energy to speak and filter through my senses so that the human spirit can be invigorated. Now let me be clear, that my intention is not to minimize the horrific suffering that people in New Orleans, Australia, Haiti, New Zealand and Japan have been through. Far from it. It is just my way of putting a personal perspective on what is happening in a way that I can make sense of it. I have to remember that so often, people who have endured nothing less than catastrophic life experiences have most often come out victors rather than victims. When asked, "What was it that got you through your crisis?" Each person gives a similar answer. What they describe is what can be coined as "muscles of the soul." Those inner resources which help us dismantle and transcend the roadblocks on life's journey. These roadblocks include everything from the ex-spouse from hell to cancer to earthquakes. The muscles of the soul include, but are not limited to courage, faith, humor, patience, compassion, imagination, humbleness, forgiveness, intuition, creativity, optimism, honesty and love. These are the resources people draw upon in times of crisis and catastrophe. They are not gifts for a chosen few. They are birthrights for each and every one of us. But, like our physical muscles, they will atrophy if not used. And while they will never disappear, in a weakened or inactive state, they will be as ineffective as the muscles of a sedentary person attempting a marathon. In times of catastrophe we are called upon to use our inner resources and come through each situation the victor, not the victim. Our spiritual muscles are there for the asking. Spiritual health is flexing these muscles and feeling the strength they provide when needed. I can only hope that my spiritual muscles have not atrophied when I am called upon to act in difficult times. I hope that I remember I am a spiritual being living in the physical. And with these hopes I pray for everyone that is suffering in this changing world. I choose that in the end what we are left with is love, light and compassion. I choose to live with an open heart expecting nothing in return. And may I be left with knowing the one thing we do deserve is that we deserve to love. From my garden to yours..........

Deserve Humanity

Let's take a deep collective "here comes the spring weather" breath! Shall we? Between a really long and seemingly harsh winter here in Michigan and all of the world events, I keep praying for a little down time which doesn't seem to ever happen. Of course, the never-ending when will the ferry not be running drama, adds a little bit of stress. As a matter fact, today, once again, the ferry is stuck in ice. And it is almost April. I do have some gardening tips below. As the spring approaches we are spending more time outside so my little Cricket Garden Newsletter will be dealing more with the actual act of ...yes, gardening. In the meantime, I do want to share some last thoughts on what has been taking place. So please indulge me and then like I said, it is all about the garden.......I think. As the events after the catastrophe in Japan have unfolded, I am saddened by the reaction of press, politics and other powers that be, in regards to the dialogue that has followed. The fact that we are still discussing whether Nuclear Power is a good thing or not when we know that major templates are shifting is absolutely absurd. To say that there were no deaths after 3-mile island is absurd (see stats below). The fact that we are worried about the economic situation in Japan and how it affects us instead of the recovery of the future of human welfare in the world is absurd. Remember you can't eat gold and you can't eat a dollar bill. Money is something we made up as a means of exchange. But services are a means of exchange too. Let's have that converstation or would we have to turn off our televisions refusing to listen to information that circulates round and round, feeding in on itself. I say, wake up to all of those who are stuck and live in a world that has nothing to do with a new reality. We live in a culture where everything tastes good but nothing satisfies. The mercenary mind perceives the world purely in terms of material resources to be used for its benefit, to increase productivity and profit without thought of long term consequence. If there is still a vague and oppressive sense of guilt, of wrongness and imbalance, this gnawing guilt spurs money mongers on to greater acts of consumption, more and more violent attempts to subjugate nature, more totalizing efforts to create distractions. To the "rational materialist" living without a connection to oneness, he believes death is the end of everything; this thought feeds its rage against nature, which has placed us in this position of despair. What I do know is that if we don't learn our lesson then the lessons will get bigger. And with the bigger lessons are bigger consequences. Wake up everyone. Do your research. There are other forms of energy. Do some investigating. Go back to Tesla in the 20's who already had his system in place for free energy only to be usurped by J.P. Morgan and Thomas Edison. Investigate Hutchinson's experiments with Anti-Gravity. Google David Sereda and see what he is up to in regards to Anti-Gravity and free energy. Or maybe if you would like a little celebrity with your renewable resources you can see the work that Daryl Hannah is supporting with her own money. I like to take a positive outlook on whatever is happening and see the higher purpose of it. But when I am channel surfing to get any kind of "real" information, only to land on the senator from Tennessee who is going on about how wonderful Nuclear Energy is only to find out that two of the biggest contractors for Three Mile Island contributed $15,000 to his campaign, I have to look a little harder for the "light" in all of this. The world I look forward to is earth friendly. It is a world that knows that at the center of this beautiful green sphere that I call Mother Earth is a beating heart. A heart that my heart needs to be connected to so that I know what I am made of and how I fit into this beautiful cosmos. The earth that I am looking forward to is one that doesn't think that money is so important that the distribution of it goes to the very few while "most" people on this planet suffer. I am pining for the society that sees a more intelligent way for humans spending their time investigating new constructs for sustainable communities. For example, maybe if each person donated two hours a day to the needs of the community then they could spend the rest of their time pursuing what their passion may be. That's all it would take, two hours from every single person. For years I have been saying that we will waste valuable time trying to keep things the way they were when what we might want to do is leap forward with faith, imagination, an organic responsibilty to ourselves and each other bringing our brushes and pallettes to this canvas, an art project called humanity. Something we truly can't live without.