I have been feeling rather restless this saturday not able to attribute this to anything in particular.
The kids had been sending me pictures and video from my grandson enjoying himself with his parents at the swimming pool.
Everyone seemed to have a great time.
But I felt like a persistent weight on my shoulders, some heavy pressure on my lungs
As I came in the Mists that night to update my threads and going through those of others it downed on me I had been carrying the whole world misery in my heart all day.
I was that mother in Ferguson , and these many others In Irak, In Syria, In Gaza , in Israel, in Japan, In Africa, in South America, In Ukraine , in Brazil… mourning over their children’s death from unbearable violence, starvation or abuse of all sorts.
I was the mother weeping over the daily torture of innocent animals world wide or those dying on land and sea from of the poor care we take for mother Earth gradually asphyxiating everything around us.I was these horses loosing their skin in California
I was the puncture in Terra's lung in Fukushima, the devastating oil spills ruining her skin , the toxic waters that runs through her veins , the tons of radioactive waste in her guts and the foul air we make her breathe.
And I wondered what is it about the human race that leads it to collective suicide over and over again ? Not satisfied to kill ourselves off but destroying everything around us too.
My head was spinning as I was feeling in my heart the complete madness and pain of it all so close that all I could say or think in that moment is it hurts like hell.
Is this a dying planet ? Like sitting on a time bomb ? What kind of future lies here for the next generations, for my grandson, for my kids ?
I'll be 60 in november and looking back it's uncomfortably obvious to me that things aren't going better . I think they won't either .
That doesn't change a iota to who we are are at core of our being neither is the peace of faith wavered but it certainly gives the mind field a few extra shakes.
But the budhas in us will get back on their feet as they remember by Heart" we make the road by walking ".
We Make the Road by Walking
In this epic moment of radical environmental and social disruption, the world is experiencing the dawn of a revolutionary transformation to becoming an ecologically literate and socially just civilization.
The existential gauntlet is to make the shift fast enough to outrun global cataclysm. The next five or six years will be the once-in-a-civilization window to change course. We can move from breakdown to breakthrough.
The Mayan people call this the “Time of No Time.” From here on, we’re on Earth time. Mother Earth is shaking to her core. It’s a time of madness, disconnection, and hyper-individualism.
It’s also a time when new energies are coming into the world — when people are growing a new skin.
The Mayan vision says we in the West will find safe harbor only if we can journey past a wall of mirrors. The mirrors will drive us mad—unless we have a strong heart. Some mirrors delude us with an infinity of reflections of our vanity and shadows.
Others paralyze us with our terror and rage, feeding an empire that manufactures our fear into resignation.
But the empire has no roots and it’s toppling all around us. In this time, everyone is called to take a stand. Everyone is called to be a leader.
To get beyond the wall of mirrors, the final challenge is to pass through a tiny door. To do this, we must make ourselves very, very small. To be very humble.
Then we must burrow down into the Earth, where indigenous consciousness lives. On the other side is a clear pond. There, for the first time, we’ll be able to see our true reflection.
In this Time of No Time, we can go in any direction we want—by dreaming it. Our dreaming can shift the course of the world.
Paradoxically, the crisis confronting us today is precisely the dream of our current civilization. That dream of endless growth, hyper-individualism and domination has turned into a nightmare. How do we dream our way out of a nightmare?
One way is to wake up. All over the world, people are awakening to a new dream.
We’re re-imagining a civilization in the Age of Nature that honors the web of life, each other and future generations. It’s a revolution from the heart of nature.
For decades, brilliant scientific and social innovators such as the bioneers have patiently been creating the shadow systems for how we live on Earth for the long haul. For the most part, the solutions are present, or we know what directions to head in.
It’s not that we need more solutions — we need to rapidly spread and scale what we’ve already got. We need to mobilize at the scale we’ve previously done in times of war.
It’s emergence in an emergency. As the Talking Heads sang, “This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no foolin’ around.”
read on:
http://www.filmsforaction.org/articles/we-make-the-road-by-walking/
Love Always
mudra
The kids had been sending me pictures and video from my grandson enjoying himself with his parents at the swimming pool.
Everyone seemed to have a great time.
But I felt like a persistent weight on my shoulders, some heavy pressure on my lungs
As I came in the Mists that night to update my threads and going through those of others it downed on me I had been carrying the whole world misery in my heart all day.
I was that mother in Ferguson , and these many others In Irak, In Syria, In Gaza , in Israel, in Japan, In Africa, in South America, In Ukraine , in Brazil… mourning over their children’s death from unbearable violence, starvation or abuse of all sorts.
I was the mother weeping over the daily torture of innocent animals world wide or those dying on land and sea from of the poor care we take for mother Earth gradually asphyxiating everything around us.I was these horses loosing their skin in California
I was the puncture in Terra's lung in Fukushima, the devastating oil spills ruining her skin , the toxic waters that runs through her veins , the tons of radioactive waste in her guts and the foul air we make her breathe.
And I wondered what is it about the human race that leads it to collective suicide over and over again ? Not satisfied to kill ourselves off but destroying everything around us too.
My head was spinning as I was feeling in my heart the complete madness and pain of it all so close that all I could say or think in that moment is it hurts like hell.
Is this a dying planet ? Like sitting on a time bomb ? What kind of future lies here for the next generations, for my grandson, for my kids ?
I'll be 60 in november and looking back it's uncomfortably obvious to me that things aren't going better . I think they won't either .
That doesn't change a iota to who we are are at core of our being neither is the peace of faith wavered but it certainly gives the mind field a few extra shakes.
But the budhas in us will get back on their feet as they remember by Heart" we make the road by walking ".
We Make the Road by Walking
In this epic moment of radical environmental and social disruption, the world is experiencing the dawn of a revolutionary transformation to becoming an ecologically literate and socially just civilization.
The existential gauntlet is to make the shift fast enough to outrun global cataclysm. The next five or six years will be the once-in-a-civilization window to change course. We can move from breakdown to breakthrough.
The Mayan people call this the “Time of No Time.” From here on, we’re on Earth time. Mother Earth is shaking to her core. It’s a time of madness, disconnection, and hyper-individualism.
It’s also a time when new energies are coming into the world — when people are growing a new skin.
The Mayan vision says we in the West will find safe harbor only if we can journey past a wall of mirrors. The mirrors will drive us mad—unless we have a strong heart. Some mirrors delude us with an infinity of reflections of our vanity and shadows.
Others paralyze us with our terror and rage, feeding an empire that manufactures our fear into resignation.
But the empire has no roots and it’s toppling all around us. In this time, everyone is called to take a stand. Everyone is called to be a leader.
To get beyond the wall of mirrors, the final challenge is to pass through a tiny door. To do this, we must make ourselves very, very small. To be very humble.
Then we must burrow down into the Earth, where indigenous consciousness lives. On the other side is a clear pond. There, for the first time, we’ll be able to see our true reflection.
In this Time of No Time, we can go in any direction we want—by dreaming it. Our dreaming can shift the course of the world.
Paradoxically, the crisis confronting us today is precisely the dream of our current civilization. That dream of endless growth, hyper-individualism and domination has turned into a nightmare. How do we dream our way out of a nightmare?
One way is to wake up. All over the world, people are awakening to a new dream.
We’re re-imagining a civilization in the Age of Nature that honors the web of life, each other and future generations. It’s a revolution from the heart of nature.
For decades, brilliant scientific and social innovators such as the bioneers have patiently been creating the shadow systems for how we live on Earth for the long haul. For the most part, the solutions are present, or we know what directions to head in.
It’s not that we need more solutions — we need to rapidly spread and scale what we’ve already got. We need to mobilize at the scale we’ve previously done in times of war.
It’s emergence in an emergency. As the Talking Heads sang, “This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco, this ain’t no foolin’ around.”
read on:
http://www.filmsforaction.org/articles/we-make-the-road-by-walking/Love Always
mudra
