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Bare Trees in Fog

"Stop the World, . . .

I want to get off!" These words were a mantra for my beleaguered, single mother of five kids, always underfoot. Who could blame her for wanting all the commotion to stop, or else, stopping the world all together, so she herself could get off. Such a powerful thought to speak out loud. It propels one into a kind of magical thinking. What if she, or you, or I could actually get off of this world? Think about that . . .


The world these days, this one and only world we call home, seems more and more to be spinning faster and faster out of control. Imagine if we issued a collective cry to “Stop . . . I want to get off!” Mother Earth herself would sigh with relief. Imagine the quiet that would descend like snow in the night.


In the early days of COVID (remember those strange days?), the planet became a different world. That was the moment when we had an actual chance to change things. I recall one morning thinking that the sun looked different in the way it shone in my study where I write. That wasn’t magical thinking. The air had cleared so quickly because jet planes everywhere were grounded and cars were not driven anywhere. Imagine that! Clearly, the world we inhabit needs our habits to change. We know it’s true, but we engage in magical thinking by telling ourselves that we have time. Why?


I’m not an expert, but I think we come to beliefs by listening to what we want to believe. My mother who believed she could not change the circumstances, gave in once in a while to the pressure by releasing it, like a pressure cooker that releases the built up pressure at just the right moment. Or, else! Believe me when I tell you that a head of steam forcing a weight to fly off the top and hit the ceiling is not a place you want to be standing when it goes the other way. Well, friends, the pressure on our world is very close to hitting the ceiling. We cannot go on collectively believing that there is time and that individually we have no choice but to accept the circumstances: The very circumstances that we ourselves have created! Something’s gotta give. Or, else!


If we use magical thinking to consider how we could change our tune from Stop the World, to Save my World, what would such change look like? A train, bus, or bike ride to work or school? A phone call before a wasted trip in the car? A lot less hot water in a shorter shower? A cloth napkin? A coffee in a real mug? That's just counting on one hand the smallest changes that we can effectively make right now without actually changing our lives. Done together, we can change the circumstances of our life on this one planet. You have ideas of your own on what to do, please share them in the comments below. We will all benefit from sharing and Mother Earth will be relieved of the pressure a little bit while we try to buy the time that we so believe in.





 
 
 

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Guest
Jan 24, 2024

If we have children or young people in our lives, turn their attention to the wonder and complexities of nature by spending time with them in the outdoors and sending them fascinating facts (like our planet is traveling through space at 67,000 miles an hour). Nurturing a concern for the earth in the young will have positive and unforeseen results far into the future. Children are bombarded with so many messages of doom that it’s easy for them to become apathetic (us, too!). As older adults, we can keep the wonder and hope alive within ourselves and be a good example for them. the season of Lententide is coming up Feb. 14th- March 31st. That’s all about changing direction, …

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Jan 24, 2024
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Check out Climate Action Now. There are small actions you can take every day. This is such an immense and depressing topic. It seems to me that doing what we can to elect the best leaders is one of our tasks as well. I try not to waste anything.

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Jan 23, 2024
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"We are witness to the rape of the world." Song by Tracy Chapman 1995...we have been complacent for so very long. I still try. We have so many unknowns. When I recycle my plastic is it ending up in the sea? I wear layers. Walk whenever I can. Drive less. Cook more economically. That is 3 meals from a couple of hours use of the oven. I look forward to some other ideas! Please share.

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Marie Laure
Marie Laure
Jan 24, 2024
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Thank you for your suggestions. Tracy Chapman said it two decades ago!

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​Six Stages of Pilgrimage:

  • The Call:

  • The opening clarion of any spiritual journey. Often in the form of a feeling or some vague yearning, a fundamental human desire: finding meaning in an overscheduled world somehow requires leaving behind our daily obligations. Sameness is the enemy of spirituality.

  • The Separation:

  • Pilgrimage, by its very nature, undoes certainty. It rejects the safe and familiar. It asserts that one is freer when one frees oneself from daily obligations of family, work, and community, but also the obligations of science, reason, and technology.

  • The Journey:

  • The backbone of a sacred journey is the pain and sacrifice of the journey itself.  This personal sacrifice enhances the experience; it also elevates the sense of community one develops along the way.

  • The Contemplation:

  • Some pilgrimages go the direct route, right to the center of the holy of holies, directly to the heart of the matter. Others take a more indirect route, circling around the outside of the sacred place, transforming the physical journey into a spiritual path of contemplation like walking a labyrinth.

  • The Encounter:

  • After all the toil and trouble, after all the sunburn and swelling and blisters, after all the anticipation and expectation comes the approach, the sighting. The encounter is the climax of the journey, the moment when the traveler attempts to slide through a thin veil where humans live in concert with the Creator.

  • The Completion and Return:

  • At the culmination of the journey, the pilgrim returns home only to discover that meaning they sought lies in the familiar of one's own world. "Seeing the place for the first time . . ."

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