Remember the day I borrowed your brand new car and I dented it?
I thought you’d kill me, but you didn’t.
And remember the time I dragged you to the beach, and you said it would rain, and it did?
I thought you’d say, “I told you so.” But you didn’t.
Do you remember the time I flirted with all the guys to make you jealous, and you were?
I thought you’d leave me, but you didn’t.
Do you remember the time I spilled strawberry pie all over your car rug?
I thought you’d hit me, but you didn’t.
And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was formal and you showed up in jeans?
I thought you’d drop me, but you didn’t.
Yes, there were lots of things you didn’t do.
But you put up with me, and you loved me, and you protected me.
There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you when you returned from Viet Nam.
But you didn’t. (LIVING, LOVING & LEARNING by Leo F. Buscaglia, p 76-8)
DON’T WAIT UNTIL IT’S TOO LATE – SHOW GRATITUDE TO YOUR LOVED ONES NOW!
Being sensitive means, surely, to have a tender feeling for things: to see an animal suffering and do something about it, to remove a stone from the path because so many bare feet walk there, to pick up a nail on the road because somebody’s car might get a puncture. To be sensitive is to feel for people, for birds, for flowers, for trees – not because they are yours, but just because you are awake to the extraordinary beauty of things. And how is this sensitivity to be brought about?
The moment you are deeply sensitive you naturally do not pluck the flowers; there is a spontaneous desire not to destroy things, not to hurt people, which means having real respect, love. To love is the most important thing in life. But what do we mean by love? (more…)
As I climb the stairs out of the station in my morning commute, I think of hiking. I imagine that the stairs are made of rocks tied together with tree roots. That the sunshine and cold air at the station gate above is the summit with a breathtaking view. The buildings around are nearby mountains. And that’s not Tokyo Tower lurking there, that’s Mount Fuji! I want to greet the people I pass with a friendly ‘Hello!’, like I would greet other hikers, and hope that they wish me well too. After all, it’s a long way down and back to the station again.
If we are truly moved by the beauty of the world around us, we would honor the earth in a profound way. We would understand immediately and turn away with a certain horror from all those activities that violate the integrity of the planet. That we have not done so revels that a disturbance exists a more basic level of consciousness and on a greater order of magnitude than we dare admit to ourselves or even thing about. This unprecedented pathology is not merely in those more immediate forms of economic activity that have done such damage; it is even more deeply imbedded in our cultural traditions, in our religious traditions, in our very language, in our entire value system….
This reenchantment with the earth as a living reality is (more…)