I feel like I am in an episode of rod serling “twilight zone” with this fourth of July. I think it Is Wednesday, yet, my mind thinks it is a weekend. it could be that I went to a German club “Frushtick im wild” (breakfast in the wild) and no one spoke any German and we ate scrambled eggs, American breakfast sausages, and pancakes? maybe it was the sip of beer someone had shipped in from Germany that I tasted? perhaps it was like I feel when I go to a church in Switzerland and when I look around I realize I am the youngest person there, and I am not that young. it felt like I was in some altered reality that has becomes my life with, “where is home after you travel all over the planet and think of the earth as your home?”
perhaps I have to blame it all on the social injustice book I am re-reading that simply takes most of what we know and learn about in the secular world and inverts it to an idea where there is enough for all if we simply learn to love and take care of each other?
these thoughts have been brewing for a month as I notice just how much packaging and trash a consumer society creates. even today with the breakfast, a line of people strung out and the trashcans filled with the paper plates and plastic utensils. then I thought about where I want to go with my life, and reduce even more to an uber simplistic space where I guess the minimalist bug got in my head and/or I have had to ask myself, “what do I really need?” and “what do I want to be happy?”
the answer to that is to love and be loved – but it goes beyond the love of family and friends to something I have witnessed in others who really are walking lightbulbs in the spiritual sense. I think each acquired it by simply getting to a place where humility became the cornerstone of what they build upon instead of the pride, accolades, and possession the world tells us are so important. it is like the woo-woo rooms we are building for people to go and meditate and work on growing their inner fitness…you don’t need them…yet until you experience it and/or look in someone’s eyes that possess it…the idea of going off and looking into yourself and getting honest with yourself is either too terrifying or you are too blind to realize what you have become.
a great example is one's physical fitness. when I came back from Switzerland, I looked at myself and went, “what and how on earth did you get so big?” and then as I started working to reduce myself, I realized the physical shape I thought I was in…was simply an illusion in my own mind. the reality of what I was versus what I saw was out of kilter. here I am a few months later and I still have a few steps to go to get whereas an older man, I am shocked one can get there with common sense exercise and nutrition. I won’t gloat about nutrition, as that has been a struggle for me in the states in realizing an average portion of food is probably three times what one actually needs for good health.
another part is that I really have been blessed to have gotten to see a bit of the world and I realize it was not even half of it -yet…as I crossed between developed, developing and 3rd world…it is really easy to get a headache with how each seems to operate. it has me asking if the developed world really wants to get healthy and eat a decent diet and do a bit of exercise, or does it think a pill or a robot will solve all their issues? in the 3rd world, you have people sharing more because of the lack of resources and we ponder how one can provide systemic change and growth when resources are lacking? somewhere in the middle is the global solution, yet, I don’t see the 200 countries on the planet every working well together unless some aliens from outer space threaten to destroy all humans.
perhaps I am just a bit sad in the idealism of what I think the united states Is about, is perhaps naïve and the reality of it today seems like people are throwing around feel-good buzzwords as if applying cheap perfume to a body that didn’t take the time to shower and clean up.
maybe that is what it is? we are applying surface fluff to cover up the deeper issues with the country where the declaration of independence says some interesting things. what is ironic is that I can hear the words of the Gettysburg address and Martin Luther Kings “I have a dream” speech in my head.
I just don’t see the reality of these speeches and words playing out in the reality of everyday life.
the beauty of all this and life is that it is dynamic and we can each make the choice to change and improve or just keep repeating history again?
now I have to go, scout, where I might see some fireworks for photos later today. I have no idea where they might be in this town?