Saturday, 19 August 2017

Blowing Away the Cobwebs

I can't believe how quiet blogging has become in recent years, but then I'm as guilty as everyone else with no longer reading the many blogs I used to. Life has been too busy lately for me to keep up my morning routine of coffee and reading friends' blogs, so I suppose I can't complain that i'm no longer writing either. All things have a season and sadly... it does feel as if the season of blogs being "The thing" is over.

So... a much belated updated on me. I'm here, I'm still busy writing, just not on blogs. My family are all fine, bar a few health issues that slow us down. We keep keeping on and we still laugh more than we grumble. Although... watching the TV news it is hard not to want to beat your head against a wall and cry.

If you are still out there, still reading and/or writing... leave a comment. 

Have a great weekend!


Wednesday, 2 November 2016

Dona Nobis Pacem 2016 ~ Butterflies Cloaked in Blue Fire

I've used this photo from NASA in my 2016 Blog4Peace globe design. Isn't it stunning? All those stars... 

Did you know that astronomers estimate there may be 100 thousand million stars in the Milky Way alone? How vast this place we call reality is... and how utterly small and insignificant our world events seem by comparison. The violence, wars and politics that rip our lives apart here on Earth fade to nothing when seen beneath the light of 100 thousand million suns.

All that light and energy swirling around us... it reminds me of a photo I've seen of the great visionary inventor and scientist, Nikola Tesla. Here he is, sitting with his "magnifying transmitter" in the Colorado Springs Laboratory.

Tesla performed many experiments at his Colorado Springs lab, including ones to investigate atmospheric electricity and lightning.

I knew about Tesla's experiments, but it was only recently that I discovered he was passionately anti-war. That's why I decided to use a Tesla quote on my Peace globe this year:

"Peace can only come as a natural consequence of universal enlightenment." 

When I first read that quote, I wondered... are humans capable of reaching a state of universal enlightenment? I look around at the world and it seems like the more we try to make a difference and bring peace the more things refuse to change. Generations of people talking, writing, creating art and protesting for peace and yet too many humans still see the use of force as the only solution to any problem. 

What chance do the peace makers have of making a difference? We are a scattering of people on a little planet floating in a galaxy of 100 thousand million stars.

... and then I remembered Tesla's butterflies, haloed in blue fire.

Tesla showed the world a new way to see and use energy. He even put forward the concept of the Earth having its own resonance - it's own vibrational secret song. Can we learn from that? Can we use his discoveries in other ways? 

What if enlightenment was something you created through energy rather than action? 
What if it wasn't the effort we put in, but the resonance we send out 
that made the world change?

There's another famous butterfly in science - the butterfly effect. It's the theory that a small random thing (such as a butterfly) can ripple out to create a much larger effect.What if every human heart was merely a peace butterfly waiting to be set free? Holding in its radiant blue peace fire, simply waiting for the right moment to change the world. No more fighting for peace or struggling towards it... just letting it resonate in our hearts and letting that longing free...

like butterflies cloaked in blue fire. 

Could we burn the world free from out-dated political systems and old-fashioned mind sets? I think we could... no wait... I KNOW we can.

It's time.

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Dona Nobis Pacem 2015 ~The Power of Love

When Mimi declared this year's blogblast theme of Peace and the Power of love... my mind went blank. So many famous people have written or spoken on this topic. was there really anything new I could say? I couldn't think of anything to write, but then someone sent me this quote:
“Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.”
Mesa was Bosnian-Serbian. His most famous book, Death and the Dervish, is based on his failed attempt to save his brother from execution during WWII. His book deals with the cruelty and injustice of war, which makes his quote on love all the more poignant.

Mesa was right - love never hurts or harms; only the lack of love can do that. And that includes self-love, because if you cannot love and respect yourself you will never be able to show it to others. Statistics show that humans are becoming less violent. 

But there's still a lot to be done. 

Statistics also show that children from peaceful loving homes are far less likely to become involved in violence. We teach our children by our actions, not by our words. 

To put it plain and simple:

We create our future society based on the way we raise our children.

And that means ALL children. 

This is the greatest challenge humanity faces, as our planet hurtles towards and unknown and seemingly unsettled future. We need to teach our world's children how to be peaceful; how to love themselves and others. 

Never be afraid to love. It is the greatest gift you have to share. It knows no boundaries of species, space or time.
When everything else fails... love remains.

Sunday, 1 November 2015

Natural Beauty

I saw this photo on Facebook last week. Isn't he/she gorgeous?

The owl reminded me of a book I read and loved years ago - I Heard the Owl call my Name by Margaret Craven.

Here's a quote from the book...
“Here every bird and fish knew its course. Every tree had its own place upon this earth. Only man had lost his way.”

Tuesday, 29 September 2015

Blog4Peace - Who is Your Person?

(warning: this post may carry triggers for anyone with PTSD) 

Queen Mimi has asked a challenging question...

Within the span of one's life there are those who walk the path with us - guiding, teaching, holding our hands. They shape our destinies with unconditional love. My Papa was that person for me. Who is your person?
I don't think I could ever pick one single person as "the one" who shaped my life, I have been blessed with so many good people.

But I do know who I think of when I think of peace. I do know who made me choose pacifism. He's the person I want to talk about today, but this is not an easy story to write.

This is my great uncle Cecil.  

He was a good husband and dad. He was an RRAF pilot (Rhodesian Royal Air Force) during WWII. He was funny, kind, naughty and a great teacher. He taught me to play pool like a hustler. :D

This photo was taken when he and his wife stopped by to say hi on their way from Zimbabwe to Cape Town.

They fled Zimbabwe with that car and caravan. Everything they possessed was in that caravan. Uncle Cecil had built his home on land that became the centre of much of the Rhodesian Bush War action. His wife, Aunty Veronica, was taken hostage once by terrorists/guerrillas in her kitchen. She fed them breakfast, gave them the keys to Uncle Cecil's wine cellar (he made his own liqueurs) and then she managed to radio for help while they got drunk.

That caravan was full of holes from the bullets of the battle that took place in her back yard that day. Uncle Cecil and Aunty Veronica lost their home and furniture, but they never lost their sense of humour. They told their war stories in ways that made you laugh till you cried. Like how their double bed was confiscated off that car roof at the border by an over-zealous official who said it was "too new to leave the country."

They started over again in South Africa with nothing and did so with love and laughter. They took on jobs at an age when most folk are retiring, working at a home for the mentally disabled.    They became "mom and dad" there and loved their work. They finally managed to get a little home, thanks to the help of other family, and they could relax at last.  

Then one morning in the 1990s, Aunty Veronica was leaving early when a group of young men stopped her at the gate. They were looking for work. She told them there was no work, but if they went to the house her husband would make them all breakfast, because that was the kind of open loving people they were. 

She went off for the day... 
and returned home to find her husband dead in their bedroom.

The young men had tied him to a chair, tortured him using tools from his toolbox (a screwdriver and a hammer) then they'd killed him. All they took from the house was a charity tin full of coins.  

When family phoned and told my dad I remember just crouching down and HOWLING. I've had bad phone calls since then, but that is the only one that made me weep like that. 

I'm crying now. 

They did eventually catch the young men, but this was at a time when South Africa was offering amnesty to anyone arrested for crimes that might relate to apartheid or the fight for freedom. The young men were set free with the amnesty.

Were they political freedom fighters or cruel young thugs? Does it matter? No one deserves to die like that. No one. Especially not a sweet-naughty charming old man who was only inviting in some young men to offer them a home-cooked meal.

You pick up a weapon for any other reason than protection and you are as bad as your oppressor. Violence cannot be the answer to violence. And that includes revenge. It will always ripple out and do more harm. And so the child of an abuser becomes abusive and the generation born into war grow to think of that as normal and continue lifestyles of destruction and hate. Nothing changes unless we actively create change.

No matter what the personal cost someone has to say, "It stops here."

It stops here, with me.