Thursday, March 17, 2011

A Green and Glorious- and Thoughtful Thursday

Top o' the mornin', dear ones. The yard outside is St. Patrick's Day green, thanks to recent rains, and with temps promised near 70 today and tomorrow, spring will truly be "busting out all over".

Things of a more serious nature rattling around in my mind this morning, though. In light of the news on NPR, i've been thinking about Three Mile Island, Chernobyl, Fukushima...nuclear power plant disasters all, the first 2 caused by human error, the latest by an act of nature. What all three have in common, it seems, is government cover-up about the severity of the problem And this says to me that all too often our leaders do not sufficiently trust the people they govern to handle the truth with equanimity and wisdom instead of terror and panic.

Are they right, or just arrogant with the arrogance power too often imbues? Truth...openness...integrity...congruence...respect- are these too much to expect from those in our governments, especially from those duly elected by the people? And when did "we the people" stop expecting, demanding them? I wonder...

A wonderful quotation from one of my morning books, The Book of Awakening by Mark Nepo spoke loudly to me this morning:
     There is a great battle raging: for my mouth
       not to harden and my jaws not to become like
       heavy doors of an iron safe, so my life may
       not be called pre-death.  -Israeli poet Yehuda Amichai

To look or not to look at the problems and realities of this world;
to see or not to see. Those are the questions i find myself faced with, WE find ourselves faced with, dear ones. How much do i really want to see/know...and yet how can i turn my back? How can you? How can any of us?

Heavy matters- and yet, the sun is shining brightly and the birds are singing gloriously and the flowers are blooming beautifully and life is a gift- every moment, every day...totally a gift for which i have to breathe a "thank you", even in the face of the difficulties, the pain, the anguish, the seemingly-insoluble. I wish for you a lovely St. Patrick's Day, especially if you are Irish. May the hours ahead be filled with the company of good friends, the satisfaction of work well-done, and the comfort of a warm bed at day's end. And may you know, every moment, that you are loved.
love, linda

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