"I am standing on the sea shore. A ship sails and spreads her
white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and I stand watching her till at
last she fades on the horizon, and someone at my side says:
‘She is gone.’ Gone where? Gone from my sight, that is all;
she is just as large in the masts, hull a spars as she was
when I saw her, and just as able to bear her load of living
freight to its destination.
The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not her;
and just at the moment when someone at my side says;
‘She’s gone’ there are others who are watching her coming
and other voices take up a gland shout,
‘There she comes’, and that is dying."
Do not try to save the whole world, or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life,
and wait there patiently,
Until the song that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know how to give yourself to the world,
so worthy of rescue.
Martha Postelwaite
“If the success or failure of this planet and of human beings depended on how I am and what I do, how would I be? What would I do?” —Buckminster Fuller
"Nothing is more difficult than to practice goodness within a system whose rules, goals, and information streams are geared to individualism, competitiveness, and cynicism. But it can be done. We can be patient with ourselves and others as we all confront a changing world. We can empathize with resistance to change; there is some clinging to the ways of unsustainability within each of us. We can include everyone in the challenge; everyone will be needed. We can listen to the cynicism around us and pity those who indulge in it, but refuse to indulge in it ourselves. The world can never pass safely through the adventure of bringing itself to sustainability if people do not view themselves and others with compassion. That compassion is there, within all of us, just waiting to be used, the greatest resource of all, and one with no limits." — Donella Meadows
"She has that quiet
Intensity
That almost sullenness but that you know is really just
Childhood innocence
Carried over into heartfelt wonder
Her mouth is usually half way parted
She squints as she pushes her glasses back up onto her nose
She wonders at destruction
Cries for suffering
Hides
Cause it hurts so much sometimes
But she eventually crawls out
Stretches her body against the rock
Warming it with her touch
She climbs not so much to be vertical
But to find truth amidst suspension
Between sky and ground
She tests her strength
But Will she trust it?
A quiet moment happens before her choice
Her hands are busy with Change."
how beautiful is that?
is a Non-Violent Communication Workshop for me and the family.
