Do Something and Do Nothing
I would like to change the world. I would like to see less violence involving guns. I would like to see more wild and rural land reclaimed from developed areas. I would like to see more tolerance and listening and compassion. I would like to see more curiosity and play and wonder and less capitalism, competition, and greed. I am never going to be an “expert” at anything, and I don’t want to market myself or make disciples. How can I make an impact?
“Integrity,” Steve says. Know your vision and live it. Don’t be afraid to do something and don’t be too busy to do nothing.
I can imagine myself being afraid to do something because I don’t have enough information, or I haven’t figured out exactly what the “right” thing to do is. I will never know the perfect solution, but I don’t have to settle for inaction. I can imagine jumping on some band wagon and stumping away at a project because others are encouraging me, without thinking critically or allowing time for observation to inform me. I can imagine myself feeling obligated or slipping into habit and just going on and on. I don’t want to do any of that. I really want to live out of a peaceful center, spontaneously responding with integrity to the issues that I face. And I want to be able to accept the fact that I may not be noticed…and that I may.
I am a visual person, too. I like examples, illustrations. Who lives like this? Gandhi. Thich Nhat Hahn. Pete Seeger. Anyone else? You tell me.
Humanity
Curiosity, creativity, collaboration, compassion.
Spontaneity, self-esteem, self-reliance, morality.
Ignorance, competition, capitalism, aggression.
Complaint, dogma, habit, paranoia.
Love and appreciation.
Ego and aversion.
Open.
Closed.
I observe humanity, myself included. What’s been in the news and on my mind? Landing a roving data-collector on Mars. The fatal shootings at a Sikh gurdwara here in Wisconsin. (My sister is a Sikh.) Drought and global warming. Conversations with Steve about who we want to be, how we want to live, what risks we are willing to take, what new modes of being we want to develop. Trying to see my inner self and assess it with honesty and compassion. Hoping and yearning for my children. Monitoring my energy.
We are living. We claim and generate energy, all the time. The flow of that energy is governed by our choices. (Ours and other living things’, although we humans are the ones who make cognitive choices. Plants, animals, planets and cosmic particles participate in that flow differently.) We are responsible for our choices. Are we looking carefully and critically at those choices? Are we blaming some other source for the results of our choices? Are we even aware of the results or do we look the other way?
7 billion people. We are making an impact on the Universe. Do we like the results we observe? Can we do better? Can I do better?
Living Inside Out
Denholm Elliott in the Merchant Ivory production of “A Room With a View” portrays one of my favorite wise characters. I love the scene at the pensione when he’s trying to convince two women unhappy with their accommodations to take his room which has a view.
“I don’t care what I see outside! My vision is within. Here is where the birds sing! Here is where the sky is blue!”
He is gesticulating with his dinner fork, poking himself in the heart all the while. Sometimes I need a good poke in the heart as well to wake up that inner vision. I find myself feeling bored and peevish, discontent with my fortune. Why a traffic ticket now? Why didn’t I get that early bird discount? What am I supposed to do with myself when it’s 95 degrees out, I’m wearing a tight corset, I’m at work, there are no visitors to talk to, and I’ve got no chores to do? Why am I feeling so stuck?!? Because I’m not taking responsibility and I’m not living from the inside out. I am waiting for the outside world to stimulate and satisfy me.
And the outside world would love to take over that job! There are a million things to distract and entertain and lead you from one external thing to the next. I spent 4 hours this morning at the Wisconsin State Fair, manning the Tourism booth in my 19th Century costume. A quick tour after my shift was all I needed to grab a lamb sandwich and some fresh roasted corn on the cob. I passed up all kinds of brightly colored, noisy stuff. I don’t need a chamois cloth or a giant roller coaster ride or chocolate covered bacon on a stick. They’re not really going to make me happy. I want to be satisfied from within, and I want that for my children. I tend to worry about their fortunes, too. How are they going to get a job? How are they going to pay off those student loans? How are they going to get around if their cars break down? I find myself getting anxious and peevish on their behalf, too. But really, more than catching a break, I want them to catch that inner vision. I want them to be able to be satisfied and happy and enthusiastic about life no matter what their outward circumstances show.
An inner life. Unassailable, regenerating, like solar energy that continues for millenniums. Do we even teach our children to cultivate that anymore? How are we supposed to have a moral compass if we don’t? How does a nation of outwardly motivated and distracted people develop a moral compass to guide their democratic process? I wonder about these things…..
Where Am I?
Ever go walking in your own neighborhood and take a new turn that you’ve never taken and find yourself wondering what world you’ve stepped into? In my town of Wauwatosa, I discovered that there’s a 420 million year old limestone reef tucked away behind an industrial site…used to be a quarry. I wandered down there after a rainstorm last week. I saw stuff I didn’t expect to see…
…even though there’s no access to the reef just yet. We can all be travelers, even within a 5-mile radius.
Playground Photos
Earthbound, solid structures surround me. My eyes shoot upward toward the moon. Life is so much more than my immediate environment. Hard and colorful outlines are surely blurry and insignificant when viewed from that other orb. I must remember this. I freeze the thought in a frame…and wish I could expand the edges to infinity.
Deflating *POP* Culture
How does anyone keep up with Pop Culture? I used to watch the Olympics; now I don’t have a TV, so I’m not even going to attempt to know who is making the sports news. I’m also not attempting to keep up with movies and music. Or social networking: no Facebook or Twitter for me.
Steve just asked me, “How much calmer would you be if you played in a string quartet every day?” Right now we’re listening to Haydn. I proposed an idea a few months ago that I thought would contribute greatly to creating political harmony. I think every member of the President’s cabinet as well as all the representatives in the House and in the Senate should learn to play in chamber ensembles together. Think of how good they would become at listening to each other!
So now I’m going to shut down the laptop and resist the “tyranny of the urgent”. I will not learn one weird trick to reduce belly fat or make a chocolate cake in one bowl or find out which celebrity wore the dress better. It’s not important, and it’s not worth my attention. Steve and Haydn are. ‘Night!
Walking After the Rain
Rain changes everything. After 4 weeks of drought, it refreshes the scent of the earth and the color of the grass. The corn leaves uncurl and look fuller, too. Here are some photos I took after (and during) a good thundershower on Thursday.
I posted a photo of this same porch about a month ago. The difference? Now the pots have flowers in them.
Hooray for folks who own and care for historic houses in my neighborhood!
Cloud in a puddle. Sounds like the name of an old recipe.
I hope your weekend is refreshing you!
Thank You!
I was so excited to see this view from my front steps today:
Rain! Glorious rain!
We’ve had a few really good thunderstorms lately, after no rain at all for 4 weeks. I was so happy that I ran down the sidewalk yelling “Thank you!” to the Universe. Then Steve and I took a good, long walk around town for about 2 hours. I will share pictures over the next few days. I love the smell of rain, wet earth and wet wood. I love the feel of a cool spray coming through the open window in the middle of a hot night. I don’t even mind getting up to lower the windows to protect the books from a drenching! Looking forward to a good, cool sleep tonight…
Team Spirit
The world is gearing up for another Olympic Games. National pride, sportsmanship, individual performance, athleticism, courage, and victory will be concepts that will get much press in the near future, I suspect. I like to push out the boundaries of concepts and see how they all interconnect and create a bigger picture. In this arena, I’m going to put all of those issues under one large banner: humanity. The Olympics give us an opportunity to look at humanity, albeit through a particular lens, and witness ourselves. What do we have in common? What are the responses available to us in certain circumstances? How do role models give us a glimpse into the possibilities we carry in ourselves? When I was growing up in the 70s, I would glue myself to the TV and soak in all those “up close and personal” stories. I found them fascinating and inspiring. Now that I have lived to be (almost) 50, I have lived some stories of my own that have taught me about being human. One of those is the story of watching my husband die of diabetes.
Human beings experience suffering; that’s one thing we all have in common. We can learn information and we can gain understanding and compassion by looking into that suffering and asking questions. What is causing this suffering? How does it feel? How can I help? The Galasso family looked into diabetes for the first time in 1991, when Jim was diagnosed. After he died in 2008, my oldest, Susan, came up with a way that we could help those who suffer from it. She organized the first Team Galasso and walked with 2 of her siblings in a fund-raiser event in Urbana, IL sponsored by the American Diabetes Association. The next year, she moved to Madison and Steve and I walked with her. Last year, the entire family gathered in Madison (including Susan’s fiance, Andy) to continue the effort. This year, the walk is being held on Jim’s birthday, August 26. How fitting is that?!
Team Galasso 2011
scillagrace 