Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Yes, for sure, for sure-- it occurred just a few minutes ago-- I was standing by my window, gazing out, the same window that my children looked out on, the window that looks upon my garden with it's flowers & it's gentle views, & now for our grand children too-- truly one of my favorite perches here up on our slope. The wind was blowing ever so rapidly, toss ling trees, gale forces at times, then of course abated just as rapidly--- these thoughts occurred & my questions were answered:
We, all of us, our species, all species-- creatures on earth, air & in water, all plants & living things past & present-- We are All part of a of a Higher Plan. Not an original thought of course, for thoughts are never purely original. I enjoyed the movement of watching those massive trees-- sway, dip, russle, tussle their branches & there it came-- a thought I didn't even know existed in my mind at that moment--- Yes we are part of a greater plan, those trees, they all have *roots, otherwise they would be crashing & falling quite rapidly. It all in that moment came to me, call it evolution, call it science, call it whatever humankind chooses to call it, that is not the question-- what the wind told me in those brief seconds is something we've all intuitively known forever. We are *all part of a plan that is ever greater than all the thinkers to ever be compiled. We are & have always been part of the universe, including those galaxies-- far, far, away. "Peace, Love & Understanding", is truly the key to continue-- we must never give up hope, for we can continue to-- heal the world. & yes there are other worlds out there, our true test, is to see how we take care of this one-- A most delicate balance.
* [russle is not a real word, but I chose to use it just the same] Oye, now that's a word.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Yesterday was Mothers Day of course. I received greetings & all that goes with Mothers Day in relationship with my sons, & also acknowledging & honoring my own mother. I recall one of my son's s interesting emails of last year, explaining how the origins of Mothers Day came about in a response to the U.S. Civil War, [note how I said U.S. , for the US- us hold no exclusively to war per say. It kind of reminds me of a song from the 60's [of course, when else...] ,"Mother says there'll be days like this, there'll be days like this mother says...." So from a protesting response to war, we now have Mothers Day--- a very, very, fitting response, indeed, no need to explain....
Thirty-five years ago today I too joined the ranks of-- "Modern Day Mom", our eldest son was born one day before Mothers Day, he's now-- "Married With Children." & love it, I do, yes I do! It is just about the hardest job I can think of. We had been married for several years & I was so the typical yuppie, before there were yuppies-- shopping, consuming keeping that commercial economy$ going & going.... & then the economics of it all changed. We became a family of three, on one income, with far more expenses then when we were merely a family twosome. From the moment in the delivery room--- all natural, of course [nothing but the purest & best for our babinos] , to the preschool, grammar school, high school & college years. It was the most challenging thing my husband & I ever did in our lives--- ultimately raising "Our Three Sons", & no matter any of the other pluses we may have experienced in our lives, I know speaking for not only myself, but my husband too--- nothing, nothing on this earth has ever given us the heartfelt satisfaction as raising our family has. It's that boundless love & with that we've overcome much.
Yesterday our youngest son graduated from the University of Connecticut, it was a joy to have this landmark now as part of our family history-- & he's a History major! The road was windy, yet he persevered & found his way-- "Was willing to do the hard work.", as his grand father used to say. The graduation ceremony had it's lovely points of course, & as far as family & friends go, for we were thrilled as others on the bleachers were to be celebrating in that special collective moment, in time. Yet on the other hand, I could not ignore what it was that seemed unjust-- for 4 admission tickets per graduate were issued yet not enough printed programs-- our highly esteemed state university preferred to spend it's money on events marking the inauguration of it's newest president Michel Hogan to the tune of $170,000. dollars. I've never been much of a mathematical thinker, but I do know that UCONN has a Math Department. It just doesn't seem balanced, as the state of Connecticut has numerous problems in our capital City of Hartford, in regards to it's educational system, along with other inner cities of our beloved state. When I go into Htfd. it breaks my heart to know a lot more could be done to nurture these children, to help the families create a more fertile ground so their children can also become college graduates some day. I guess UCONN is really one of those party universities we hear so much about & not always to the benefit of it's students. What a message this university is giving out--- give $ give $ give, at the expense of the tax & tuition payers.
I've been told repeatedly that Connecticut is one of the richest states in the U.S. , I wish we could lead in ways that would benefit the Children--- That's what Mothers Day is all about. Well I've sent a version of this opinion to the Hartford Courant, it will be interesting to see if they publish it. I'll keep you posted.
We'll just keep on keeping on, & as mothers in this world-- continue to do our very best to shed light on these important issues of concern, & as we eventually enter our 60's we will continue to revive the principles of the 60's of-- "Peace, Love & Understanding".
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Lilacs bloom to their own tune,
it means that spring has not been ruined.
A war is raged against our will,
the cost is priceless, endless ills.
I think of You and how you serve,
of this our country's leaders herd--
their tunes of war they roll their drums,
yet Tolstoy's "War and Peace", not done.
It takes a Village with a voice,
to ring out truth, explain the cost--
of weapons far and weapons near
the cost computes they do not hear.
My village is the globe, it's heart
I hear it's cry, I see it's spark
I know it's truth, I know not all
I only know that war is wrong.