Sometimes the world seems wide and good--really wide and really good. Sometimes I wake and am introduced to handmade pottery online and then one page per day via google or twitter and I say a little prayer of thanks to the Divine that this world has enchantment and joy in its pocket along with some of less sane things--i.e. politics, poverty, oppression. Sometimes I wish the world was a fairyland where we just flit from the hydrangea bush to the pink petunias and laugh and love and delight (I think fairies spend a lot of time delighting, don't you?)
Sometimes in the fairyland in my heart, I believe that we must create our own delighting. Some days that is harder than other days. Creating is either a precursor or a cousin or a twin to delighting. Sometimes I think the Divine wanted us to come to this earth and create, to exchange, to love, to smell chicken curry cooking that was made by our lover and to share--share ourselves--not ask so much of everyone--so much money and time and commitment to committee and sports events and TV. It's hard to share love when one is watching TV all the time.
Sometimes I believe we've missed the fairyland delighting boat. Sometimes I think if people heard my ideas of simplicity and fairies and sharing and "I need a cup of sugar; could you use some of my goat's milk?" they would slam their collective consciousness thoughts and scoot further into their cushy recliner and start the roulette with the remote control. But the perfect society of delighting could work. I see it. But somehow greed and being somebody grabbed on both sides of most people's hearts and began to pull with all their might until the only thing left was a bunch of stretched out, stressed out hearts and lives.
So in my perfect delighting world everyone shares, everyone loves, and there would be no strife or Lehman Brothers or Goldman Sachs or Day Trading or Night Trading except to exchange hand to hand what I have with what you have, so we both can have some. I know this sounds "out there" but ideas are only "out there" when no one owns them and begins.
Sometimes I wonder if we could truly live in the land of delighting. Sometimes I wonder if maybe what I'm wanting is just something like heaven. But heaven is heaven and delighting is delighting--they aren't the same. They may be composed of some of the same elements but delighting is a way we could live to be whole, to love whole, to feed our neighbor into wholeness, to watch the sunset as a community one night and hear the sweet sigh of the delighting world as the pinks and yellows and blues and gold's of the sky showcase what glory is or can be.
Sometimes in the fairyland in my heart, I believe that we must create our own delighting. Some days that is harder than other days. Creating is either a precursor or a cousin or a twin to delighting. Sometimes I think the Divine wanted us to come to this earth and create, to exchange, to love, to smell chicken curry cooking that was made by our lover and to share--share ourselves--not ask so much of everyone--so much money and time and commitment to committee and sports events and TV. It's hard to share love when one is watching TV all the time.
Sometimes I believe we've missed the fairyland delighting boat. Sometimes I think if people heard my ideas of simplicity and fairies and sharing and "I need a cup of sugar; could you use some of my goat's milk?" they would slam their collective consciousness thoughts and scoot further into their cushy recliner and start the roulette with the remote control. But the perfect society of delighting could work. I see it. But somehow greed and being somebody grabbed on both sides of most people's hearts and began to pull with all their might until the only thing left was a bunch of stretched out, stressed out hearts and lives.
So in my perfect delighting world everyone shares, everyone loves, and there would be no strife or Lehman Brothers or Goldman Sachs or Day Trading or Night Trading except to exchange hand to hand what I have with what you have, so we both can have some. I know this sounds "out there" but ideas are only "out there" when no one owns them and begins.
Sometimes I wonder if we could truly live in the land of delighting. Sometimes I wonder if maybe what I'm wanting is just something like heaven. But heaven is heaven and delighting is delighting--they aren't the same. They may be composed of some of the same elements but delighting is a way we could live to be whole, to love whole, to feed our neighbor into wholeness, to watch the sunset as a community one night and hear the sweet sigh of the delighting world as the pinks and yellows and blues and gold's of the sky showcase what glory is or can be.
