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If you could rule the world for a day

 Liz Francis is our guest poster today. She is a very talented artist from Tasmania, Australia. Welcome, Liz!

 

If you could rule the world for a day, what would you do?

Today is the day.

It is the day that I have been working towards for some time, and now it has arrived. I gulp. This is my opportunity to lead a change to the earth and her people, to help bring more understanding and acceptance to all of earth’s creatures.

I had wondered about bringing a rule that everyone should walk barefoot on the earth, but then I knew that a lot of the people of poor countries already did this.

Then I thought that maybe people could try harder to use recycled clothing, and food that was being thrown out, yet was still within its useable date, and again I knew that a lot of people already were doing this, due to not having enough money to buy clothes and food.

Even my granddaughter only wore second hand clothes and collected food from the supermarket dumpsters, to try and save the waste of food that was happening.

So many people quite unwittingly were saving earth’s resources and living gently on its surface.

But for the other people who abused the earth’s resources, abused other people who did not conform to their ideas of religion or way of life, what could I do, just one person? Who could I call on to help with this insurmountable problem of bringing people together in peace and harmony.

I know that the word peace has been bantered around for years by so-called do-gooders or maybe just by dreamers, to no avail. Even the power of the Dalai Llama calling on all people to live in harmony and to love each other did not resolve a worldwide respect between peoples of different races and religious beliefs.

Of course the first thing that anyone needs to know about trying to bring about peace, is that you need to have peace within before you can share it with anyone else, so the place to start is with yourself. Once you have found peace within then it can flow out to other people and to the earth and the animals.

Likewise it is with love. To really love you can’t choose to give love to some and not to others. You need to develop the ability to show love to all things, and you can’t expect others to share their love, if you cannot do it also. So again it needs to start with yourself.

You cannot change ‘out there’. You need to change within yourself first.

So, as I had said earlier, who can I call on to help change the attitudes of the people, and also to help change the weather patterns and the earth’s behaviour too?

I knew that at dusk, the time when there is a pause between the inbreathing and the out breathing of the earth it is a time of power and sensitivity to the inner planes, and so this is when I would start, and who I would call on would be the elements and the elementals of the earth.

I sat on the ground, took up my living drum and joined the heartbeat of the earth with my own regular drumming until I felt surrounded by the energy of those whom I could not see.

Political pressure and environmental activism had done nothing to save our forests, to help stop the bloodshed, the poverty, or the disasters that we saw around the world every day, so now it was time to call on a spiritual strength to guide the future of the world.

A peal of thunder was heard in the distance, a flash of lightning, and soft gentle drops of rain were felt. The energy in the air cracked and sparked, and I knew that I was being listened to and helped.

The communication with the elements was also to help open people’s hearts, so that everyone could change their attitude towards others, and be left with a feeling of respect, so that each person was helped on their journey through life, and able to make more appropriate and honest decisions.

As the thunder passed further away I could feel a calmness filling the air and I felt at peace. I knew that I had done all that was in my power in serving the earth and its people, and I felt assured that the world would increasingly become a better place to live.

A Hole To Sit In

Digging a Hole Big Enough to Sit In
by Twylah Nitsch (New York, 1920 — 2007)
I must have been under five when I spent one whole summer day digging a hole with a large spoon in the side of a bank near our house.
I had to dig and dig because the ground was so full of roots and my goal was to make a hole big enough to sit in – like a cave.
And that took a lot of hard work.
Digging through all those roots was tough.
What I remember most about the experience is something my grandmother said.
“When you take the dirt out, make sure you have a place for it,” she cautioned me, “because the dirt is used to being in that particular place, and it is at home there.
Don’t take anything that is part of something and just scatter it around.
Remember you are disturbing the home of the worms and the insects.
You are moving them out of the place where they have been living, and you need to make sure that they are happy about where you are taking them.”
So I would scoop the dirt into a little basket I had and take it around to various spots.
“Is this where you would like to be?” I’d ask.
And if the answer was yes, I would leave it.
Otherwise, I’d pick up my basket, go to another spot, and ask again.
When I had finally made the hole deep enough to sit in, I would crawl in there and listen.
I could hear the earth talking.
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About the author
A Seneca elder now crossed over at 87, a member of the Wolf Clan, Twylah Nitsch did not begin sharing the sacred teachings and traditions of her people until she was in her seventies. Today she lectures widely, using her Seneca name, Yehwehnode, “she whose voice rides the wind.” She is often told by her audience how perfectly she exemplifies the sacred wisdom that develops in elderhood for those who seek it. Inner guidance comes to her through a precise experience in the solar plexus, an actual sense of movement occurring there. The excerpt is from The Feminine Face of God, by Sherry Ruth Anderson and Patricia Hopkins.
— Mary Ford-Grabowsky

The Little Wave

Crashing wave on sand

Clark Little's Crashing wave on sand

The story is abut a little wave, bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time. He’s enjoying the wind and the fresh air – until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore. “My God, this terrible”,the wave says. “Look what’s going to happen to me!”

Then along comes another wave. It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him: “Why do you look so sad?” The first wave says: “You don’t understand! We’re all going to crash against the rocks! All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn’t it terrible?”

The second wave says: “No, you don’t understand. You’re not a wave, you’re part of the ocean.”       Via Vladimir Prelovac

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Caterpiller Pie

I wrote this some years ago for kids…

CATERPILLER PIE

Caterpillar pie! Caterpillar pie!
We’re all having caterpillar pie!

In the middle of the night–when the moon was high
We gathered round the old pig’s sty.
There was Terry Raccoon and Billy Baboon,
Uncle Tommy Turtle and Larry the Loon.

Caterpillar pie! Caterpillar pie!
We’re all having caterpillar pie!

Bess the dog, Murdock the cat,
Young Willie Worm in his best tall hat;
Shelby Snake brought a soggy old shoe,
That was dropped in my drink by Katie Kangaroo!

Caterpillar pie! Caterpillar pie!
We’re all having caterpillar pie!

Millifred Millipede did the can-can
With Silky Sally, the royal Afgan.
When Clarence the Calf leapt over the lake,
Craydad Willie did a doubletake.

Caterpillar pie! Caterpillar pie!
We’re all having caterpillar pie!

Wee Mole Mike is hanging loose
With Horn Head Bob–the big bull moose;
Stinkbug Billy is asking why
Kerry Caterpillar is baking a pie!

Caterpillar pie! Caterpillar pie!
We’re all having caterpillar pie!

Grits in my gravy, rocks in my socks,
Ol’ Hog Piggers is watchin’ his hocks.
Party’s hot–we’re swinging on…
Everybody’s grooving and waiting on…

Caterpillar pie! Caterpillar pie!
We’re all having caterpillar pie!