I had written that it is a wonderful play on words when we are given a phrase and then run like the wind with it. I had written about ‘a sense of snow’ and someone with this sense can tell you many things when seeing a footprint in the snow and who made it.
There is also a sense of time and also a sense of place, a sense of self and a sense of who we are and what we bring to the moment. It sums up what we do in gathering ourselves, the many parts of our self and bring to the present moment the substance of us.
When we see our place in the larger scheme of things, when we enlarge our premises and push out boundaries, we see how we contribute to universal evolution. It is our purpose in life in this dimension to contribute to all of life. When we become aware of our sense of this, we cannot become unaware ever again.
(I scribed the following for a journal entry. . .’unite whatever effort in mind with hand and you will have consumed an enormous portion of this life. Be it for the benefit of mankind and you will have found your life’s purpose.’)
In that same journal entry I mentioned that we had friends over for dinner that night and were enjoying the conversation concerning issues ongoing and deeply felt. We were discussing Mozart and the movie about him and at one point the conversation was silent.
It was everyone’s question which was why it was voiced. Why, a kind and gentle man asked, why would God have put such wonderful music into such a vulgar man?
Precisely why, I said, precisely why. And no one at the table understood my comment nor saw the connection when I explained that it was sobering to offer judgment without knowledge of the substance of the subject. Persons are vast subjects and to presume judgment limits all parties.
When there is a sense of self and many selves, all in evolution, and we are aware, we see the fullness of who we are. As the wise Ethel Waters said, ‘I am somebody. God don’t make no junk.’ We are not a whim of the Potter. Life is a soul keeper and we are given many chances to achieve our potential.
(Excerpt from poem)
When I Change My Life . . .
When I change my life for a new one,
I will have another chance
to love, to feel, to laugh
and to stretch my psychic bones
and shout to a world a hello again!
When I change my life I will remember
what made my life sad and
not to do it again and what made me glad
to remember to do that again.
I will remember why you cried
and why you went hungry.
I will remember we are two haves
and I will share what I have
and you will share what you have.
It will be a better world and
we will work to make it so.
I can say that because I know.
If daffodils get many chances
to come up new and mushrooms too,
am I not worthy of many chances?
4 responses to “A Balanced Judgment. . .”
Made me cry Veronica. Thanks for your truth.
email from Joan. . . .Dear Ronnie, Thank you again for the comforting thoughts! Joan
email from Suzanne . . .You continue to astound me and teach me. Thank you for that!
Beautifully said and what we all need to consider in these times. Thank you for sharing. Jane
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