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This Pretty Planet

 

April 22nd , 1970 was the date that began a legacy of love for the planet, as Earth Day made its debut. John McConnell, Gaylord Nelson and Denis Hayes planted the seeds for the eco-fest that now 44 years later has taken on epic proportions as the need for environmental awareness has reached a crucial level. According to Hayes, it is “the largest secular holiday in the world, celebrated by more than a billion people every year.”

Being environmentally conscious is about more than just recycling, using cloth bags, picking up litter, not leaving litter, driving a hybrid or electric car and leaving a smaller carbon footprint. It is about a deep appreciation for Gaia (The Greek name for the Goddess as is embodied by the Earth) and treating her with kindness, care and respect. In the same way that a loving mother provides nourishment for her child, so too does Mother Earth sustain us.

We also feed the collective soul of the planet with our thoughts and energy. Consistently angry thoughts, hatred and violence pollute the stream of consciousness that flows though each of us. Consistently loving thoughts clean it up.  If we embrace the planet and all inhabitants on it, we will leave a thriving home for the next seven generations.

One of my favorite songs that celebrates Earth Day all year long:

This Pretty Planet by Tom Chapin

This pretty planet

Spinning through space

You’re a garden

You’re a harbor

You’re holy place

Golden sun going down

Gentle blue giant

Spin us around

All through the night

Safe till the morning light

 

Photo Credit:  Earth Day flag created by John McConnell

www.earthday.org

And my friend Richard McLaughlin a.k.a  Eco-man singing Reduce Reuse Recycle

Reduce

Reuse

Recycle

Why don’t we ride our bicycles?

I Stand For Love

Concept: Love<br />Subject: Earth<br /><br />This set includes a colorful version against the sky and another isolated version

I am proud to proclaim that I am a heart forward love-monger. I grew up in a touchy feely, mushy gushy family in which verbal and physical affection flowed like water from a fountain. No one left the house without hearing the words I love you and without a hug or kiss from my mom or dad. As a result, I hug my friends every time I see them and those three little words are unabashedly offered as well.

Many people say them, but actions speak louder than words. Love is more than an emotion; to me it seems to be a way of life, an essence and energy that we exude. It is who we are. Each day I ask myself WWLD?  What would love do?  Sometimes it will say what someone most needs to hear. Sometimes it will open the door for someone or smile at them. Sometimes it will look like taking time to understand someone else’s perspective even if (and perhaps especially if) we don’t agree with their view. Sometimes it will look like cleaning up litter, or speaking up if we see someone being harmed. Sometimes it will meaning speaking words of affirmation. Sometimes it will mean acts of service or little gifts for no reason. Sometimes it will mean seeing in others what they can’t yet see in themselves. Sometimes it will mean offering compassion to ourselves and others.

Even though we are distinct human beings with our own feelings and rights to them, we are still intricately interwoven on a spiritual level, so that when we are self deprecating, it also impacts others, causing a ripple effect. When we are self loving, it too sends waves out into the Universe. I would much prefer to splash around in love soup, than get sucked down into the quagmire of fear.

Yesterday, I found this video that was created by two talented singer songwriters (also suspected love-mongers:) named David Roth and Anne Hills. I met them both several years ago and was pulled into the music that speaks of whole hearted living.

I Stand For Love by David Roth

What do you stand for?

Photo credit: barunpatro  Everystock photo

 

Pity Party

Photo: I'm all for positivity & the power of gratitude. Just sayin that sometimes you may need one of these:

I had to giggle when I saw this meme, created by Theresa Byrne, another contributor to The Good Men Project,  since it was sucked right out of my spinning mind. Many’s the time I have petulantly pouted about the way life events were unfolding. I have stomped and stormed, raved and raged (internally) and kicked up an ‘it’s not fair’ fuss. Got me nowhere. Didn’t change the events. What it did do was expel energy, that could propel me to inspired action. There have been times when I have attempted to enlist others in my rants. It is part of my test of the emergency sanity system, asking “Am I totally off my rocker and have my lost marbles rolled under the sofa?” It’s then that they help me back up onto the chair and assist me in retrieving the elusive orbs.

These days, I give myself permission to throw occasional pity parties. I don’t stay very long when I realize I am the only guest there. Mine include some of the above; definitely chocolate which is my drug of choice, (being a teetotaler, my ‘wine’ translates instead to ‘whine’), huddling under the covers with a good book, writing my way clear through the morass and muck. In gratidudinosity mode when I consider that writing is a huge healing balm at times that I’m not sure where else to put the feelings of failure that occasionally arise and the gremlins of not enough-ness that come to call.

Bad Day by Daniel Powter

Making The Ordinary Come Alive

Photo: wise words from William Martin -<br /><br /><br />
(from "The Parents Tao Te Ching")

 

I became an adoptive parent in 1992, when diminutive blond haired, green eyed Adam became my son. I like to say that my stretch marks are on my heart, not my hips. A high energy kiddo with his own ideas of how life should be, there were times when I questioned my ability to keep up with him. Those who have children known as Indigos who landed here tuned into other frequencies know what I’m talking about.

From the article: The Indigo Child and How To Recognize One

“Nancy Ann Tappe, a teacher and counselor, studied the human auric field,  otherwise known as their electromagnetic field. The field surrounds  every living thing. She even wrote a book about it called “Understanding Your Life Through Color.”

Through colors in the aura, she instituted a shockingly accurate and revealing  way to psychologically profile a person using her new auric color  method. The signs of an indigo child actually began even as early as in  the 1950s with a few people. What she noticed was that 80 percent of the children born after 1980 had a new deep blue colored auric  field. She called this new color “indigo”.

What are the behavioral patterns of Indigos?

  1. They are born feeling and knowing they are special and should be revered.
  2. An indigo knows they belong here as they are and expect you to realize it as well.
  3. These children are more confident and have a higher sense of self-worth.
  4. Absolute authority, the kind with no choices, negotiation, or input from them  does not sit well. The educational system is a good example.
  5. Some of the rules we so carefully followed as children seem silly to them and they fight them.
  6. Rigid ritualistic systems are considered archaic to an indigo child. They feel everything should be given creative thought.
  7. They are insightful and often have a better idea of method then what has  been in place for years. This makes them seem like “system busters.”
  8. Adults often view an indigo as anti-social unless they are with other  indigos. Often they feel lost and misunderstood, which causes them to go within.
  9. The old control methods like, “Wait till your father gets home,” have no affect on these children.
  10. The fulfillment of their personal needs is important to them, and they will let you know.”

 

Like most moms, I had my ideas of  who he ‘should’ become, since I experienced such loving parenting and wanted to offer the same style with him. Sometimes it worked, sometimes…..not so well. Tree hugging pacifist hippie meets warrior who struggled to understand each other’s language and culture. Both with good hearts and intentions, sometimes we danced around each other, sometimes warily tiptoed and sometimes stomped and stormed. For 6 of his 11 years (we adopted him at 5) there were three of us. Tumult and calm existed in our home, blending unpredictably. Then there were two of us weathering the storms of life together, when before Adam turned 12, in 1998, my husband Michael died of Hepatitis C.

In the interceding years, we survived his adolescence and early adulthood with the full range of human emotions and experiences. There were times when we resisted each other’s counsel mightily and still do. When he turned 14, he told me “Mom, I’m and undercover angel, sent to teach you patience.” I believed him. He’s still teaching and I’m still learning.

When I read the passage from William Martin- The Parents’ Tao Te Ching. I nodded knowingly since it reflected my own intentions. Most parents want their children to live extraordinarily, to succeed beyond everyone’s wildest expectations. Add to it that the parent is a Type A workaholic with personal aspirations that keep growing and there are sometimes blatant and sometimes unspoken desires for her son to discover the jet fuel that will rocket him skyward.

He will be turning 27 next week and my gift to him is his freedom from my expectations that he be anyone other than who he chooses to be and live, guided by his own inner compass, no longer mine. By doing so, I free myself as well.

 

 

Previous Posts

This Pretty Planet
  April 22nd , 1970 was the date that began a legacy of love for the planet, as Earth Day made its debut. John McConnell, Gaylord Nelson and Denis Hayes planted the seeds for the eco-fest that now 44 years later has taken on epic proportions as the need for environmental awareness has r

posted 10:18:34pm Apr. 22, 2014 | read full post »

I Stand For Love
I am proud to proclaim that I am a heart forward love-monger. I grew up in a touchy feely, mushy gushy family in which verbal and physical affection flowed like water from a fountain. No one left the house without hearing the words I love you and without a hug or kiss from my mom or dad. As a result

posted 10:52:32pm Apr. 21, 2014 | read full post »

Pity Party
I had to giggle when I saw this meme, created by Theresa Byrne, another contributor to The Good Men Project,  since it was sucked right out of my spinning mind. Many's the time I have petulantly pouted about the way life events were unfolding. I have stomped and stormed, raved and raged (interna

posted 11:02:45am Apr. 18, 2014 | read full post »

Making The Ordinary Come Alive
  I became an adoptive parent in 1992, when diminutive blond haired, green eyed Adam became my son. I like to say that my stretch marks are on my heart, not my hips. A high energy kiddo with his own ideas of how life should be, there were times when I questioned my ability to keep up with hi

posted 7:25:34am Apr. 17, 2014 | read full post »

Changing the Dishes
  Fellow Good Men Project author Thomas Fiffer shared his insights about the holiday of Passover. I saw his blog entry this morning as I was contemplating what to write for today's Bliss Blog. Having been raised in a Jewish home, Passover was eagerly anticipated all year long. The pre-holi

posted 9:22:24am Apr. 15, 2014 | read full post »


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