It is said that we should think happy thoughts, stay positive, keep raising the vibe, laugh, love and be joyful! We should keep our own house in order and see to our own lives before interfering in those of others. We should concentrate on being happy ourselves and not allow the woes of the world to drag us down.
I understand this on one level - I really do. If someone is having a bad day, in a bad mood and being grumpy, do I want to join them in that? No I don't. They can get on with it. If however I hear of atrocities and see images no one should have to see, what am I to do? Pretend I didn't see what I saw? Pretend I didn't read what I read? Numb out and thank God I don't live in Syria or Turkey or anywhere else that ordinary people are standing up for our world and being tortured for it?
I suppose the pain comes from not being able to actually 'do' anything. I can't pick someone up who has fallen, I can't give someone a hug, tend their wounds and tell them how much I love them for what they are. I can't make someone a cup of tea or share their tears. I can't 'do' anything. Instead I sit here listening to the birds, watching a sundown like no other and sending prayers into the wind. I wish with all my heart that those who cannot see will regain their sight. I hope that those who have forgotten who they are will remember in time. I pray that violence will soon become a thing of the past, and a time will come when we will not believe it ever happened. But still, for now, I can't 'do' anything.
Perhaps it is the 'doing' that has been our downfall. We have always been hell-bent on 'doing'... It has been our task master, our driver, it nags and urges - we are never free from it - we can never rest. We never have time to consider what we, and life, are all about.
Nature is never like this. Nature doesn't 'do', nature just 'is'.
They say the Istanbul crisis is all about the people trying to keep a little island of Nature in the middle of their city. Some commentators have belittled their protest, and shame on them. Nothing is more important than people knowing who they are -not just cogs in a global money making machine, we are part of nature, part of this earth. We are alive.
Perhaps today the world will change. Perhaps today the guns will fall silent for the very last time. Perhaps today mankind will wake up and remember who he, is and love and kindness will sweep across this planet like a wave engulfing all beings, and humanity will cry its tears of relief and forgiveness, and we will have come home.
What can I do, small as I am...?
I can only hope.