How do we frame this our reality?
Where are we now that defines how we feel?
It’s not what is past or what is to be,
It is the here and now, all that is real.
We cannot change what has been and is done,
Long lost longings lay littering the mind,
Desiring of brighter days washed with sun,
Masks the joy of the moment we may find.
Once stopping these whirring wheels that wither
And letting go of all our clinging needs,
Come back centre not hither and tither,
We will rediscover the dormant seeds
Of our true nature bursting in flower,
Feeling the world’s glory and power.
Strange shifts in perspective are occurring whereby the paradigm I’m used to is changing. A broad church of ideas and acceptance of differences is sliding towards narrower viewpoints and decreasing tolerance of diversity. Is it a consequence of wider unsettled times where established norms are shaken and people retreat into something more atavistic, identifying with ingroups as a form of self preservation? It is seen with the rise of identity politics giving a voice to white extremists, pseudo legitimizing these groups which are in fact out and out racist collectives rebranding. This narrow-mindedness is observed on a smaller familial scale with ever decreasing circles of us against them, black and white attitudes where if you are not for the group you are against it. As an antithesis it is necessary to be mindful, cultivating compassion, equanimity and understanding, not retreating into narrow self-interested groups, recognising we are stronger together and remembering ‘that which unites us is greater than that which divides us’.
Hello Kee and Mogs, how did the summer holidays go, did you do anything exciting? I remember how I used to take time off work to look after you and we used to go off for days and do different things, on the beach, walks, lakes, fishing, kite flying not usually too far but we enjoyed it anyhow. Then there was the start of the new school year and getting you sorted for that. New beginnings and so it is now as you both move on, I hope you enjoy your new ventures, my heart goes with you, x
Neither John Dalton nor Ernest Rutherford but Antonius van den Broek gave the answer:
1, 53 / 19,95,48 / 67, 74 / 53, 16 / 39, 8, 92 ? 71, 23 / 15, 95, 48 . 6 / 92 / 16, 8, 8, 7 ?
Another good article from the Parental Alienation Syndrome website:
I Had No Reason As a Child To Hate my Dad