Where to Start?

I haven’t been blogging in a while because, quite frankly, I haven’t known where to start. We have a mad-man firing nuclear missiles across the skies,threatening life as we know it. He’s throwing spit balls at his older school chums; and now he’s got their attention. We’ve also just been witness to what’s been tagged as the “All- American Eclipse”; we saw a mountain in Sierra Leone, South Africa plunge downwards, burying hundreds of people alive; we watched as a monster plowed his car through a crowd of demonstrators, killing and injuring our brothers and sisters; and now we have multi thousands of people displaced from their homes, overnight, due to a storm called Harvey. Dare I ask what’s next? No, I dare not, yet it continues, with record heat waves and horrendous wild fires, threatening home after home.

Those are just some of the headlines that are percolating through the atmosphere that is peculiar to our planet. If I sit and meditate all day and night, could I send out enough love and caring to alleviate some of the fear and anguish that has been put upon our neighbors near and far? And what about other sentient creatures? Deer, rabbits, squirrels, coyotes — all attempting escape for themselves and their families? For their lives. Let’s include them in our hopes and prayers, for they, too, are neighbors of ours. They, too, are dealing with the unanticipated stress of flight for survival.

Tonight, I will sit at my table and give thanks for a hot, nutritious meal; I will crawl into my own warm and comfortable bed, my crazy, well-fed cats, safe beside me. I will hear my neighbors talking and laughing as they take their dogs for their evening walks. It will be life, as normal. But how suddenly things can change.

As a nation, as a species, we have an enormous measure of work and rebuilding ahead of us, not just materially, but emotionally, heartfully. As has already been demonstrated by many, this is our chance to reach beyond our own comfort; our chance to make a sincere and lasting difference in the lives of those who now need us more than ever. Governments and agencies aside, ordinary people from all walks of life are stepping forward with outstretched hands and softened hearts, offering their homes, food, water and clothes to those who have been stripped of all worldly belongings. Animals are being rescued, fed and comforted. Some humans, those who still have the dark ages living inside them, have abandoned their pets to the floods or fires, but these individuals are being sought out by local law enforcement agencies who will hold them responsible for their dastardly deeds. The fear and desperation that has so recently filled our air, is being diffused with love and caring.

The real America is showing its face. Perhaps the old adage, “what doesn’tkill you makes you stronger” is right. The hardships and catastrophes we’ve recently seen might, indeed, be making America great again, perhaps even making humanity great again. We have it in us. I know we do. The freedom we sought when establishing our country all those years ago still lives within us, buried under years of wars and riots, but if a literal forest can burn to the ground and reseed itself into a new, teeming with life, stronger than before forest, I’ll bet we can, too!

I know. There are no doubt other hardships to come, other expected, yet unexpected, catastrophes to try our endurance, but a look to our past, to the quests and stories of what our ancestors lived through to get us to this day and age, is enough to convince me of the fortitude and will to move forward that our species has.

There are those out there who pillage, those who take full, unfair advantage of their brothers and sisters who are dealing with temporary hardships, but I believe there are more who are willing to give a hands-up, to pay it forward, knowing that they could find themselves in a situation of need at the turn of a day. I’m proud of the display of readiness I’ve seen from the average citizen. They are the ones who will “make America great again!”

The Rolling Sage


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