So I’ve been pondering my desire to get away from it all. My yearning to live on a remote beach has reached a fever pitch. I talk about it to anyone that will listen. My sister-in-law and I send images of Kauai and New Zealand to each other in enthusiastic e-mail messages. Images of pristine beaches and breath-taking ocean views with not a living soul in sight.
After walking the shore of a local (lake) beach recently, I was overwhelmed by the crowds and the amount of carelessly discarded garbage—plastic bags, water bottles, coffee cup lids. I wondered, would it be different anywhere else?
What I think it boils down to is resistance to the way things are. Many of us find ourselves in an environment of strip malls, dollar stores, Tim Hortons, and Starbucks. It’s a sea of ugliness. Ranting about it and loathing it is futile though and it only brings negativity to our lives and to those we interact with. We are not at peace.
Sometimes things have to get really bad before they get better. Maybe things are exactly as they need to be for us to wake up spiritually. To remember who and what we truly are. To feel without ceasing the life energy that animates and interconnects us with every living thing on this planet and beyond.
Although it’s true that we can’t get rid of our thoughts/feelings, we can observe them with compassion. Our thoughts and feelings are not who we are. They are like any other function our amazing bodies perform. Just as the lungs breathe and the heart beats, the brain thinks and we feel things according to how we interpret those thoughts. Is this reality? Or are we each creating a world in our own minds?
Perhaps for the first time in my life, my desire to see through this collective illusion is stronger than my despair over the destruction of our planet. With a hopeful heart, I seek the Truth of our existence beyond conventional reason.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!—
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Found this little treasure in our garden last night. It’s a vitamin-sized leaf capsule created by an insect. Leaves have been carefully cut and fashioned into a tiny tube. I can only assume it holds an egg. Would love to know what this is! So amazing!!
A couple of summers ago I was obsessed with
the song “Vienna.” I watched a repeat of the film13 Going on 30(I know, I know) and it totally stuck out on the
soundtrack.
The
first record I ever remember listening to as a kid wasThe Stranger. The album
cover freaked me out a bit. I don’t know why. Maybe because I was only four or five and Billy Joel
looks sad (thoughtful) and there’s this clown-like mask... I still liked listening to that
record though and I’d
play it over and over.
Man, I miss the sound of
the needle just as you put it on the record. I haven’t heard that scratchy sound in a really long
time. Anyway, for some reason, “Vienna” has made its way into my
consciousness again. Have a listen and let me know what you think.
“Vienna” by Billy Joel,The Stranger, 1977.
Slow
down you’re doing fine
You can’t be everything you
want to be
Before your time
Although it’s so romantic on the
borderline tonight
Too bad but it’s the life you lead
You’re so ahead of
yourself
That you forgot what you need
Though you can see when you’re wrong
You know you can’t always see when
you’re right
You got your passion you got your pride
But don’t you know that only
fools are satisfied?
Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true
When will you realize Vienna waits
for you
As I was waiting to have some blood work done in the lab today (just an annual check-up), John Lennon’s song Imagine started playing on the sound system. I’ve been pondering The Beatles in general lately. I think they were so cool. Not particularly because of the men that they were, but because of the truth that many of their songs point to.
Their music appeals to such a large audience and depending on where you are at on your journey, the songs might have very different meanings for you. John, Paul, George, and Ringo were definitely on the spiritual path. They were sharing higher truth. I can see that now. In my youth, the Beatles’ songs I loved were appreciated at a simple (material) level. Now, I appreciate them for their deeper (spiritual) truths and I am grateful for The Beatles’ astounding contribution. Just before I left the lab, the technician shared with me that her favourite Beatles song is Let It Be. I love that song too. It can be a useful mantra in times of uncertainty.