February 28, 2015

Staying Alive, times have changed


Times are changing...as they should...It's been more than interesting to see how the "people's views" towards war and how to relate and deal with other countries during disagreements have changed over time.  I remember Kissinger as a thoughtful, intelligent man, with a German accent...but who really knew that man? I certainly didn't.  I grew up within the mentality of people who just got themselves out of WW II. Wars and fighting seemed just, then.  The public really never had the media to close in on the injustices that went rampant.


I have mixed feelings about war,  any war, large or small.  I now see killing as an injustice, when we should be talking and coming to sensible agreements, but at the same time I feel a certain justice in riding the population of war mongers and murderers, and in the process I find it difficult to understand these murderous mentalities in these religious wars of other countries.


My religion advocates love my fellow man, but it's so terribly difficult in the world of today, where we all are taking part in voicing our opinions of hate...so MANY different opinions, it's staggering and complex!  I do believe, since Barack Obama has become POTUS, we've (at least I have) started to listen to the side of reasonability, before our decisions reach the point of no return, War.  Thinking and discussions first -  Make talk, not war.   ISSIS has become the bur under the saddle...how do you calm the horse long enough to remove that bur? Decades will pass, no doubt, and I will pray for today and our future, as all nations try to come together and resolve these differences, and as many others will pray for a peaceful world for tomorrow; I seriously doubt it will ever come about.  I'm not a fatalist, I just see the reality of the human race; we fight, just to stay alive as a day to day survival mantra, being part of the human condition - God save the world.

http://mondoweiss.net/2015/01/american-kissinger-citizens



Source of Life



Photography by Kathleen Sara Shattuck

"Everything comes from everything, and everything is made out of everything, and everything returns into everything."
~ Leonardo da Vinci ~


I first came to this realization when I learned what the word "ecosystem" meant...it was during a summer school Bible class where I was assigned to speak before our congregation on the meaning of this word and how it related to life as we know it, life given to us by God. How it was to be and remain in perfect balance with us.  

Years later I came upon an even further realization during the study of ceramics and glazes; our body, when broken down into particles, becomes all the elements we find in nature; natural or refined, we belong to the earth. But without a healthy balance of each mineral, vitamins from vegetation or genetic inheritance, we can develop into a disaster waiting to happen by not taking care of ourselves, and sometimes our health can become irreversible; just as the natural world around us becomes unhealthy when we start to change its balance through greed and ignorance, the two main pariahs in the world today. 

Changing the land, from the mountains to the seas - the land, a once healthy living entity, now being extracted of its life giving habitation within its soil, from the air, out of its forests, and from the oceans around the world. We take and take and take, but how much do we, or can we, replace? If we destroy the earth by upsetting this delicate ecosystem, we will destroy ourselves.



February 23, 2015

A Review: East of Eden by John Steinbeck



Painting a review of an epic novel such as this one is how I choose to describe it…painting?  Writing is such a hard and fast ink form, sometimes harsh, and I would like to use a more painterly approach in my attempt to describe this novel.
 
First let me say, John Steinbeck has to be one of the greatest writers…in my estimation.  His insights and wisdom, and strength of determination in his characters, are like none other.  His words flow easy, although I'm sure they did not seem that way to him as he wrote.  He is an historian, a philosopher, a visionary; he is thought-provoking, arrogant, but never judgmental as he guides you through the psychology of the human spirit and mind.  He leads, you follow – you follow, he leads you time and again through the labyrinth we call life.  His characters are sometimes evil, sometimes loving, sometimes heartbreaking, and sometimes introspective, sometimes visionaries…they think, they act, they breathe, and you breathe with them. 

Maybe I know this because I've been there with all of these characters, and maybe that is where John Steinbeck has been, and sharing his world with his readers has been his greatest gift to men and women alike.  I do not see or hear prejudice in his word usage, only the time and period of when those words were used.  Yes, in this now twenty-first century, words are still discriminated against, and so are the writers of those words. 

We talk about freedom of speech these days, but really, how free is anyone to write what they please?  Always, there is someone to voice an objection.  Banning books is still in existence.  The narrow mindedness of people is palpable to me.  The cyber village is a village of millions upon millions, and the hatred spews forth upon us all, at one point or another.  Writers are wary, cautious, but I am just glad Steinbeck published the words of his choice.

This novel took me months to read, only because I did not read it every day, nor (for the most part), read for very long periods of time, but each time I picked this book up, I savored it bit by bit, character by character.  It is a story that has to be savored, as you are forced to live and walk in the shoes of these characters; you love with them, you cry with them, you become angry and hate with them, you sit and ponder with them, you are comforted by them, you talk with them and to them, you laugh with them….and importantly you love and accept them for who they are.   This is the genius of Steinbeck’s writing, YOU become these people with whom he lovingly surrounds you - You and I are no different.

The story takes place over the lifetime of one character, Adam Trask.  His beginnings, his struggles, his later life.  All through this reading, I wondered how Steinbeck was going to end this story, because it went through several families, as their lives merged with the Trask family.

John Steinbeck lived in many places over his lifetime, but the central place for his growing up was the Salinas Valley in California.  The Trask family starts on the East Coast, and ends in this Valley.  Every feeling you have about the time and place comes to you throughout the seasons.  You feel the bitterness of the cold, the heat of the summer, the wind as it whistles through your hair and around your body.  Yes, you feel that ‘sense of place’ along with these people.  You dream about living there, then change your mind and want to move away.  You've got riches, you've got debt, you've got hardships, you've got optimism…and you continue through life to live.  The last word spoken was the word, timshel.  Here is a brief Spark Notes explanation of this word.

And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected.
Here, in Chapter 13, in another aside to the story, the narrator sets for his belief that the power of free will in the human mind is the most precious of human capabilities. He declares his intention to fight against any force—ideological, religious, political, or otherwise—that threatens to hinder or constrain this freedom of the individual. In highlighting the importance of free choice early in the novel, the narrator foreshadows the idea of timshel, or freedom to choose between good and evil, that becomes the main idea in East of Eden. Although Cal and other characters struggle with the problem of evil throughout the rest of the novel, the narrator plants a seed of hope early, in these words.

As I've tried to paint you a picture of what is contained IN this story, let it be known that family and friendship becomes everything - Life and even death is everything - Love is everything.  I will remember this.


February 16, 2015

My World


Heading to the pool to get a few rays of sunshine, maybe this will tell the weather predictors to send us some rain?  Either way, I need the D-vitamins.  Getting dressed in my usual shorts and Jawsome T-shirt, I grab a towel, some water, my purse, my book and my phone - I'm off to the pool.  

One person lounging with reading material, good, not a bother.  I head to the other side of the pool, under the new blue canopy of shade, where only my feet and legs are partially exposed and sun-stroked.  

My book is nearing it's end, East of Eden has been a long and rewarding read. Loving Steinbeck's views on living, and being rewarded with well put together sentences, unlike my own awkward stumbles. 
  
I open the thin pages, reread the past page to catch-up and refresh my memory, as I haven't read for a couple of days. The characters are always into something, never mundane in the psychological turmoil they possess. 
  
After a half-hour passes, three people arrive to another side of the pool, and glancing up I see a woman I know.  We smile and say hi, then I divert my eyes back down to my pages. I'm wearing sunglasses to hide my eyes from the sun, and from prying eyes.  A few minutes go by and another woman I know joins this group. I ignore them all and keep reading. 

These people laugh and talk, then throw a ball into the pool...a young girl is in the pool but doesn't play with the ball...the ball floats around and around, the breeze carries it from one side of the pool to the other. I keep reading, but wonder why the ball is there. I like these people by the pool, but the characters in my book are more interesting at this point. 

Everyone starts to disrobe and enter the pool.  The ball is picked up and a game of toss begins.  I wonder if these people know that balls are not allowed in the pool, but I don't care to voice my opinion, as it's not bothering me if they want to have their fun in the pool. One lady, not part of this group, wades back and forth across the deep end, getting her exercise for the day. Another lady I know is also in the deep end, she looks in my direction and says hi to me.  I smile and say hi back, but I continue to read.  I've never seen her when she's not in her mobilized wheel chair. 

The ball playing and conversations continue, until The Warden comes out the clubhouse door to the pool.  I wonder if he's going to mention to them that balls are not allowed, but just then the ball floats away to the pool steps.  Maybe the ball hears his voice.  He simply asks if they're having fun playing ball.  He looks at me and we exchange greeting--- I laugh to myself, because I know if this had been a group of kids he would definitely tell them to get the ball out of the pool, and remind them of the rules.  I guess a double standard applies here. 

The talking and visiting continues; two in the pool, one in the pool with one outside of the pool, and two outside in chairs.  The talking gets louder, each seemingly wants to talk over the other.  I'm having a hard time sitting and concentrating, wishing I had a mute button.  I'm torn between staying and leaving.  If I get up I'm sure to draw attention to myself, when all I want to do is leave quietly and go home to silence, except for the voices in the heads of the characters in my book. 
  
I manage to gather my things and give a wave of goodbye...  

Silence, now, except for the plane flying overhead, the traffic on the street, the hum of a lost hummingbird and the twitter of the small birds gathering food for their young.   


I Am a Liberal

This sums up my beliefs.  I am not the original writer of this, although I have altered some words.  Ins tead of using the reference to “...