Saturday, November 29, 2008
I watched this beautifully crafted documentary last night, becoming overwhelmed with emotion. Kim Kindersley directs this epic about indigenous peoples (in particular an endangered indigenous group from Australia, the Mirning) around the world who gather to share their connections to the whales and dolphins.
If you have ever hoped for Peace in the world, connecting all peoples at the very center of our many beliefs, this film is a must see! Julian Lennon, as the producer, continues the legacy of Peacemaker handed down to him by his father.
Among the last slides of the film it states, "The people of the world are awakening. We are the ones we have been waiting for...Do something, anything...The Time is Now!"
From my highest mountain I shout! Peace! We can have it...it is possible...we are One in this belief!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Here is where I make my humble request. It will only take a moment.
Before everyone digs into the food, whether there are only two or thirty-two of you gathered, take a moment to reflect on the feast before you. Take a moment to realized how blessed you are. Take a moment to explain to the children that they are privileged in a world where so many go hungry. Take a moment to see that, even with the economy dipping, even with some of us out of work, even with bills to be paid, we are blessed! Take a moment to fill your hearts and minds with Gratitude that in spite of it all, we have enough...to eat, to keep us warm, to comfort us, to fill our hearts with love.
Before everyone forgets just why we are gathered together this Thursday, take the time to remember. Remember that Gratitude is not limited to one day a year. Remember that this Day of Thanks goes beyond Pilgrims, or turkey, or football. Remember that whatever your ethnicity, your nationality, your religion, Gratitude is a uniting energy. Remember that no matter how difficult your life seems at this moment, there are others who would gladly stand in your shoes and give humble thanks for the opportunity.
Before everyone begins the chatter of dinner table conversation, take a moment to be silent. Listen for the united beating of each heart. Listen for that soft voice inside that calls you to be your best. Listen for your own heart opening in Gratitude for all you are given.
Take a moment, remember, listen and then in a voice rich with sincerity, Give Thanks knowing that this simple act will ripple out into the cosmos blessing us all.
May the Gratitude I feel for all of you fill your hearts with Love and Peace on this Day of Thanks.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Imagine having brought in the harvest, stocked the larder and gathered your family around the table for a harvest feast. Or, imagine how dark, how alone one might have felt during a time without electricity. It is no wonder that our ancestors, the world round, celebrated Holy Days of Thanks and Light at this time of the year.
Thanks for the harvest became the forerunner of our Thanksgiving. While thanksgiving for the "return" of the sun(light), created the first Solstice celebration. From Bodhi Day to Kwanzaa, and from Hanukkah to Christmas, all the celebrations of this season center around the Light.
Several years ago, I attended a very beautiful service where the electricity was turned off, candles were lit one at a time until the whole church filled with the light of candles alone. The minister said only this, "Go forth, you are the Light of the World!" It was a profound moment for me.
We are Lights in this world. Like the beacon that reaches out into the darkness of a stormy sea, we often times know nothing about the lives our Light touches. It is not for us to worry about...our job is to simply shine!
As another season of holidays and Holy Days roll round, I am making an extra special effort to remember that it is not about how much, how many, how good, how fast or how far. But, rather, it is and always has been about the Light, however you perceive it.
May the blessings of this season on Gratitude and Light fill you with Peace and Love.
Friday, November 7, 2008
She was a little under eleven years old when Martin shared his dream with her. As with all children, she took it at face value, believing in the possibilities like she believed in pixies in the garden. While she was not the only one he had shared the dream with, somehow, she felt she held a special place in its becoming reality. As a child, she could talk of the dream in realistic terms without the practicality of the adult world raining on her.
Then the unthinkable happened, her innocence was stolen by the crimes of adults who lived on fear. Martin’s dream was shattered by a hate so real she stopped sharing it. The dream became a secret she kept locked in her heart, only to be taken out when she felt safe, or most often, alone.
Others did not understand the need to make the dream real. The few times she felt brave enough to even mention the possibilities of such a dream she met with ridicule. Childish sentiment, utopian imaginings, illusions of grandeur…all terms given for her incessant belief that the dream was real.
So she shut down, moving through time and space as if on auto pilot. The dream burned within her heart, but its light was seen only by those who also held a piece within them.
Attracting others of like mind, she began to build the strength needed to create a reality from Martin’s dream. Affirming each other, she and the others talked about how the dream was becoming real through their belief, through their positive understanding of what it meant. Taking little baby steps, she could see that they had all scaled the mountain of despair and were now ascending the mountain of hope. The summit was in sight.
One night in November, she and all those like her, saw it happen. The dream, rooted in the American Dream, became real. Yes, there were difficulties, but on that night, Martin’s dream of seeing all God’s children working together for brotherhood, equality and freedom, became real. On that night, in front of an entire nation, a black man and woman together with a white man and woman joined hands along with their children, showing that Martin’s dream had not died when his great heart ceased to beat. They showed the nation and the world on that clear November evening that now is the time to sing, now is the time to dance, now is the time to roll up our sleeves, finishing what Martin began.
Now, in the autumn of her life, she stands amidst the falling leaves of this New England autumn, hearing as clearly as the day Martin first shared them, the words “I have a dream,” knowing that it is a dream of many, not a few; knowing that it is possible, not an illusion; knowing deep within her that Martin is smiling on this very moment saying, “Free at last…free at last. Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”