I am and always have been fascinted by the written word. I write- and I speak with passion about the things I want to change, about the things I want my children and their friends to experience.
And because I thought they were missing the magic of the language, I started a Book Club with my children and their friends. We read and we explored and we laughed and we cried. We also were spell-bound many a time at the profundity or the stupidity or even the depth or the shallowness of what we encountered. But we always, always, always had fun.
We were always inspired to pick up one more star-fish... and catch just one more star... and gather just a little bit more of the stardust we could feel floating around us but could not see.
We needed to open our eyes as well as keep our hands outstretched to catch the light beams that were bouncing back and forth, lighting up our world. We knew there could be darkness and there would be despair and there could be fear, but we also knew that the only way out was to have the little voice and the little light ready. One tiny pin can shatter the silence. One minute beam can wipe out the darkness.
And that is all it takes.
We MAY have all the pain that the body can bear just as easily as we CAN have all the blessings we want. The eyes AND the heart, and the hands- all need to be open to receive. And we WILL have to let go of the past that sits in the tea cup of life- running cold to be able to gather some warm tea that can comfort our insides.
How many people can I reach? May be not many.
How many hurts can I wipe out? May be not many.
How many star fish can I save? May be not many.
But each person that I can touch, each urt that I can wipe out, and each star fish that I save will be that one step closer to the kind of world I can imagine possible.
And if I can think it- I can do it.
So can you... and you... and you...
Someone told me that what they were doing was just a drop in the ocean. Just a drop? I exclaimed? JUST A DROP? It is THE drop(s) that make the ocean!!
And because I thought they were missing the magic of the language, I started a Book Club with my children and their friends. We read and we explored and we laughed and we cried. We also were spell-bound many a time at the profundity or the stupidity or even the depth or the shallowness of what we encountered. But we always, always, always had fun.
We were always inspired to pick up one more star-fish... and catch just one more star... and gather just a little bit more of the stardust we could feel floating around us but could not see.
We needed to open our eyes as well as keep our hands outstretched to catch the light beams that were bouncing back and forth, lighting up our world. We knew there could be darkness and there would be despair and there could be fear, but we also knew that the only way out was to have the little voice and the little light ready. One tiny pin can shatter the silence. One minute beam can wipe out the darkness.
And that is all it takes.
We MAY have all the pain that the body can bear just as easily as we CAN have all the blessings we want. The eyes AND the heart, and the hands- all need to be open to receive. And we WILL have to let go of the past that sits in the tea cup of life- running cold to be able to gather some warm tea that can comfort our insides.
How many people can I reach? May be not many.
How many hurts can I wipe out? May be not many.
How many star fish can I save? May be not many.
But each person that I can touch, each urt that I can wipe out, and each star fish that I save will be that one step closer to the kind of world I can imagine possible.
And if I can think it- I can do it.
So can you... and you... and you...
Someone told me that what they were doing was just a drop in the ocean. Just a drop? I exclaimed? JUST A DROP? It is THE drop(s) that make the ocean!!
