All is good

Imagine taking a few minutes each day to contemplate your wildest dreams for yourself and the world – and to make this a part of your life. What if everyone were to make this a daily ritual?  Some of my recent wildest dreams were: universal respect for all traditions and cultures; boundaries honored; time and mental peace for pleasure; quiet where you want it and music where you want it in your life too.  More items on my list included babies and children at work places so that their specialness and frailties will always be a part of the work we create and the systems we design. The same for elders and anyone else that needs special care and attention – the same for all of us.

Realms of being and thought often have what feels like stages or hierarchies of being. Spiritual, mental, emotional, physical. Eventually, many things come down to the physical realm. But how it comes down and how we shape the thought or energy or whatever it is in the spiritual realm through the mental chute, through the emotional seas and rivers and streams through to the physical shores where it is incorporated into our lives – that’s the journey.

For however we have lost people we love; or homes and communities we all become aware of and feel as if a hole is in our lives.  When something is missing from our daily lives, it could be a visual cue like a tree lost in the storm; or the kingfisher gone from the lines over the small bridge on the way to work – whatever is missing is felt deeply and takes an effort to move past into the new rhythms of your days.

Even a change in seasons can bring about a profound sense of loss and sadness. It’s really not all the wild to dream of peace. The sense of calm and wholeness, of all being as it should, that is peace. Those people or places or animals or landscapes missing from our dreams cannot be replaced. But they are also not lost. The same ideas that guide a healthy ecosystem guide an entire culture. Bring all the elements together and we might be guided by a greater sense of wholeness. Bring the babies to work along with your parents and grandparents. Bring the stories of the late summer and early fall Carolina wrens housing in the bush next to the garage along to work with you in the morning. Last weekend the kingfisher was flitting about with another and that’s the first time around these parts that dance has been seen.  It’s a great morning. Early fall sunlight has created lighter shadows around the thinning plants. The cricket’s tin music is a constant pulse outside my office window. There’s a plane droning in the background. Some bees are working the flowers on the coleus plants. Right now, right here, it feels like everyone is here. All is good.