Trees belong on our streets and in forests. They make great neighbours. Let's rest our tired backs on them. They won't complain and they will help lighten our care-wearied hearts.
She trembled is a post about the Earth and our dependence on it. It is a request to wake up and take notice. To pause heedless development, and the pursuit of un-grounded realities. It is a reminder to reciprocate. The sign is in the skies. God rests beneath our feet.
Human potential is incredible. This is exemplified by Sariputta and Mahamoggallana, the two chief disciples of Gautama Buddha. They directed their potential towards purity and goodness. I hoped to be inspired.
Circuity (lack of straightforwardness) has little to do with the system and has more to do with the people behind it. Can it be that AI might choose better representatives of the democratic system than we have done so far? Possibly, maybe.
A grandiose view is not necessarily a complete view, and the view from behind a window pane might be an obstructed view. Let's step outside the glass house.
What do we think of when we think of home? A place where we have bonds, a place where we connect with our joy. An inuit may desire a warmer climate, but will that make it home? It's about what transpires in that place-the bonds, the assimilation, the feeling of belonging. These are rarely ever offered by a place, they are generated by what we bring to the place and how we respond to what occurs there. We may move locations frequently in a global world, but let's not leave it to the heart's fancy to decide which one is home. Let's make every place we live in home.
INK- It tells the story but it also adds to global warming. Soybean oil based inks, free of VOCs, no hydrocarbons, with vegetable extracts, zero emission, biodegradable- my list was long and I couldn't check off all boxes. Read a little about the mark that ink leaves on our culture and the planet.
When we choose a perspective we take a stand. It's up to us to do it consciously, moving beyond prejudice and conditioning.