We have lost the "we-ness" that holds things together. There is no generic "we" that we can count on being there, anywhere. Who comprises the "we" we call we? Who are we talking about when we talk about "we"? I'm talking about the fifteen, or so, regular readers/responders who drop in to see what I have to say during a week. We ground one another, center, encourage, focus each other for the work that is ours to do. We--as in everybody, everywhere,-- need sources of balance and harmony in out lives on a regular basis. Where do we--as in the fifteen or so of us-- find that beyond here? Music and the arts are a classic source, nature and conversation from the heart about things that matter, poetry and literature. I read the old (as in 500 BCE to 1,000 CE) Taoist masters, who talk about the same things that need to be talked about here/now (The important stuff never changes). Whatever works for you needs to be returned to on a regular basis. And if you can enlarge your "we," that will help, too!
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I read every one! Thank you!
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Hi Pete, I trust that you and Roberta are well and enjoying what is to be enjoyed about every day. You may know that Diane Dollar Harris and Susan Dollar both died this past year, and David is dealing with an infection created by his 6 year old replacement knee, with a replacement of the replacement looming, and we will see what comes after that. Judy and I are in the second week of a move that got us 13 miles and 23 minutes to the daughters and granddaughters in Charlotte, and the days are filled with family matters. May it be so for years to come! I’m glad to have you as a part of my “we,” and glad to be a part of yours! Mind how you go, as the British might say! — Jim
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The Few! The Proud! The In-Between!
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Grateful for the we every single day.
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I always look forward to your posts. Since task initiation and procrastination have long been with me in this lifetime, your posts remind me to cherish ordinary daily tasks as a way to enter the stream of living in the now.
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I think we live at a pace we are not internally equipped to maintain. The natural world, and, we might say, “beach time,” runs at a slower rate than the corporate world of the day-to-day, with its clock-in and clock-out, its day-timers and 5-year plans, etc.
I bank at an office building with a totally sterile environment, all black and silver, designed by someone who spends too little time with nature, and too much time with concrete and steel. We are, as members of the world’s population, increasingly becoming foreigners on our own birth planet. And we are developing symptoms objecting to a way of life that is not conducive to life. We resist the drift to soul-less-ness mindfully/consciously/deliberately refusing to be dragged into the frenzy of living faster than we are designed to go.
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