“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you” Friedrich Nietzshe
How telling that thought is. You are what you put into your body, mind, soul. That is an important concept to keep in the forefront of your mind. You should always be conscience of what you take in. This involves what environment you keep yourself in too. If you surround yourself with trash there is nothing else for you to take in but that trash. Surround yourself with peace and calm and your life will drastically change. This is something we need to teach our children. If we can raise a generation who takes a moment to fill themselves with peace and understanding the future would be bright indeed.
The horrible events in Manchester leave me numb. I don’t have the words to express my hurt and anger. It is beyond comprehension to think someone would attack children. Its unthinkable. I know that the parents and friends will forever be looking for answers that will never be found. I don’t have any words of wisdom or help. I have nothing I can give other then my prayers and my shoulder. I am so much at a loss. The only thing that comes to mind is this quote from Robert Frost. I know they are not helpful but they are true.
Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers over all wrongs. Proverbs 10:12
Sometimes I wonder at the truths found in the Bible. They make complete sense and yet, people still don’t see the wisdom. “Hatred stirs up dissension.” Dissension as defined by Webster is, disagreement that leads to discord. So hatred leads to disagreement that leads to discord. I think this could be because hatred can be so blinding. Blinding to the truth, to logic, to kindness. What could be more easy to understand?
Love covers all wrongs. If you can truly, unconditionally love someone then their actions, regardless how distressing, are washed away. Imagine, according to the Bible, that we are forgiven for killing God’s son. God’s love has completely washed away our wrongs. If we can attempt to follow this example how wonderful our world would be. I challenge you over the next week (any beyond) to choose love over hatred.
Happy 4th of July! Take a moment to read the complete version of the Star Spangled Banner. And while you are listening to the bombs bursting in air think about Sir Francis Scott Key watching our banner yet wave though the night. Imagine what he felt in hopes that as dawn rose the next day our flag was still there.
O! say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation.
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: ‘In God is our trust’
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
On my way to work tonight there was a very bright and insistent star in my windshield. It is probably really a planet to give off so much light but it got me thinking. I started thinking about the people who saw the stars and did not know what they really were. I can see how one could look to the stars for guiding advice. They are very steady and predictable. That kind of stability is comforting in a world where so many things are unknown. It still rings true for us today as well.
I have always been partial to Orion. Of course, it is the easiest constellation to see in our sky. The myth behind Orion, like any Greek story, is scandalous. What is life without a little excitement?! While I do not pray to Orion like our ancestors did, I do gain some comfort and strength every time I see it. In today’s world anything that gives hope is a good thing.
I have spent some time studying the stars. I can pick out Ursa Major and Minor, Scorpio (which I think is suppose to be chasing Orion depending on which myth you believe), Draco, Cassiopeia, and every now and again I can find Pegasus. I really enjoy star gazing. I don’t know why but the sky in Southern Georgia is the best. Maybe cause you can lay on the beach and look at the stars. Texas is pretty good too.
What is your favorite constellation? Do you feel any connection to the stars?
Is there a right way or wrong way to grieve? Is there a way to make the pain less?
My mother is visiting. She has a hard time through the holidays because my father passed away suddenly 3 years ago on Christmas Eve. My mom has really struggled with his passing and how can you blame her? They were together 33 years and been all over the world together. They have three wonderful children. I watch her waste away and slowly being consumed by a dark hole of her own making. If my father was to step into their bed room right now. He would find that nothing has changed. His bedside items are still laying on the night stand. His clothes are still in the closet. I can’t see how this is healthy. I can’t see how this helps her heal. She just wallows in her pain and sorrow. I feel ashamed sometimes because I know that is not how he would want us to live.
This is not the best example of her and me but three years ago, right after my dad died I got a puppy. Perhaps to help me cope. Regardless, I put a lot of love and care into the dog. I found out a few days ago that he has terminal cancer and has a life expectancy of 4-6 weeks! Great news here so close to the holidays and my dad’s passing anniversary. I have started planning for after my dog’s passing. I want to donate his body to the college to be used in science. I want to donate his toys and bed to someone who might not be able to spend all the money I have on spoiling their pet. I want to send my sister some of my dog’s things so she can use them with her dog. I have made all these plans and have prepared myself for life after my youngest furbaby is gone. My mom lays on the couch holding him. She feeds him iron pills and beets because it will make him better. She wants me to stop my life until he has gone.
This is just not who I am. I can’t stop my life because another life has stopped. If I quit moving forward I will sink into the darkness just like she has. I can’t wallow in my misery because I have responsibilities and dreams I need to fulfil. Perhaps I have taken this extreme view after seeing my mother stop living. I over compensate to make up for her. I don’t know. It’s just how I function. I realize there is no one way. And that her loss is a million times worse then mine. All I can say is I rather someone pass unexpectedly then to know it is coming soon.