We call it The Office, our sanctuary
lovely flowers
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all I wanna do is have some fun!
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“Could it be that I had never lived? I had traveled, but everywhere I’d been people spoke my language, accepted my currency, affermed my assuptions. I lived in rented apartments built and maintained by people I’d never met; I didn’t know how to build a house, or even fix my own plumbing. I bought food products from the supermarked without any idea what was in them or where they came from; I didn’t know what it was to hunt and kill an animal or rely on a garden for sustenance. I had donated to charities, but never seriously done anything to adress injustice or even interact with the ones who suffered it. I had voted for politicians and signed petitions, but never organized anything in my community, never stopped a bulldozer or started a riot. I had dreams and aspirations, but it seemed I’d watched more action movies on television that I’d ever had adventures in real life. There were things I loved doing, goals I hoped to achieve, but I’d spent a lot more time working to pay for that rent, food, charity, television. Of course, I had no idea what to do or where to go; all I had to go on was the vague notion that there must be somethion else out there. I wanted anything other than the future that was already written for me, I would have to strike out on my own.” The great Gandhi once said- “The western man fills his closet with grocery’s and calls himself self sustainable” Here are just a few ideas on what we Earth Muffins have been thinking about, and why we are making changes in our own lives.
Life -The more your life is in your own hands, the more it is an experience of liberty and pleasure vs. Survival-The more you think you need to survive the harder you work. The more you work the less you live
Play-The more pleasure you take in your activities, the more freely you share the fruits. The more freely you give an receive, the more your life can be a game rather than a struggle vs. Work-The more you work, the more you feel the need to be compensated for your sacrifice. The less freely you give and receive, the harder you have to work to provide for yourself
Gift Giving-The more you share with others the more they share with you, and the more thankful you are for one another’s existence. The more you love, the more freely you give. vs. Exchange-Force is always present where exchange must be negotiated, where giving is not practiced for its own sake. The more you depend on force, the less you can give and receive freely.
Love-The more you love, the more you trust. The more you trust, the more you can love vs. Force-The more you depend on force the more you have to fear. The less you trust the more you depend on force.
Faith-The more you trust the world, the more wonderful things you recognize in it. The more you recognize the treasures life has to offer, the more faith you have in it. vs. Fear-The more you fear the world, the less you recognize what it offers. The less you recognize what the world has to offer, the less you trust
Abundance-The more you can recognize the opportunities life offers, the more you can take advantage of them. The more full and free life is, the easier it is to recognize all the opportunities and treasure it has to offer. vs. Scarcity-The less you trust the world, the less you see what it has to offer. The less you live, the less you see what the world has to offer
This video here talks a lot about what we are trying to say Live, see, hear, smell, touch, taste. Feel every single feeling as hard as you can to remind yourself you are alive. Life is the most precious thing in this universe. This is it. Sometimes you need to step outside, clear your head and remind yourself of who you are and where you wanna be. Then sometimes, you have to venture outside your world in order to find yourself.
This is how it works Old Turtle A story by Douglas Wood
Once, long long ago..yet somehow, not so very long… When all the animals and rocks and winds and waters and trees and birds and fish and all the beings of the world could speak… and understand one another… There began.. …an argument. It began softly at first… Quiet as the first breeze that whispered, “He is a wind who is never still.” Quiet as the stone that answered, “He is a great rock that never moves” Gentle as the mountain that rumbled, “God is a snowy peak, high above the clouds.” And the fish in the ocean that answered, “God is a swimmer, in the dark blue depths of the sea.” “No,” said the star, “God is a twinkling and shining, far, far away.” “No,” replied the ant, “God is a sound and a smell and a feeling who is very, very. close.” “God,” said the antelope, “is a runner, swift and free, who loves to leap and race with the wind.” “She is a great tree,” murmured the willow, “a part of the world, always growing and always giving.” “You are wrong,” argued the island, “God is a separate and apart.” “God is like the shining sun, far above all things,” said the blue sky. “No, He is a river, who flows through the very heart of things,” thundered the waterfall. “She is a hunter,” roared the lion. “God is gentle,” chirped the robin. “He is powerful,” growled the bear. And the argument grew louder and louder and LOUDER…until.. STOP! A new voice spoke. It rumbled loudly, like thunder. And it whispered softly, like butterfly sneezes. The voice seemed to come from…why it seemed to come from… Old Turtle! Now, Old Turtle hardly ever said anything, and certainly never argued about things like God. But now Old Turtle began to speak. “God is indeed deep,” she said to the fish in the sea; “and much higher than high,” she told the mountains. “He is swift and free as the wind, and still and solid as a great rock,” she said to the breezes and stone. “She is the life of the world,” Turtle said to the willow. “Always close by, yet beyond the farthest twinkling light,” she told the ant and the star. God is gentle and powerful. Above all things and within all things. “God is all that we dream of, and all that we seek,” said Old Turtle, “all that we come from and all that we can find. “God IS” Old Turtle had never said so much before. All the beings of the world were surprised, and became very quiet. But Old Turtle had one more thing to say. “There will soon be a new family of being in the world,” she said, “and they will be strange and wonderful.” “They will be reminders of all that God is.” “They will come in many colors and shapes, and different ways of speaking” “Their thoughts will soar to the stars, but their feet will walk the earth.” “They will possess many powers. They will be strong, yet tender, a message of love from God to the earth, and a prayer from the earth back to God.” And the people came. But the people forgot. They forgot that they were a message of love, and prayer from the earth. And they began to argue… about who knew god, and who did not’ and where god was, and was not; and whether God was, or was not. And often the people misused their powers, and hurt one another. Or killed one another. And they hurt the earth. Until finally even the forests began to die… …and the rivers and the oceans and the plants and the animals and the earth itself… Because the people could not remember who they were, or where God was. Until one day there came a voice, like the growling of thunder’ but as soft as butterfly sneexes, Please, STOP. The voice seemed to come from the mountain who rumbled, “Sometimes I see God swimming, in the dark blue depths of the sea.” And from the ocean who sighed, “He is often among the snow-capped peaks, reflecting the sun.” From the stone who said, “I sometimes feel her breath, as she blows by.” And from the breeze who whispered, “I feel his still presence as I dance among the rocks.” And the star said, “God is very close;” and the island said, “His love touches everything.” And after a long, lonesome and scary time… …the people listened, and began to hear… And to see God in one another… …and in the beauty of all the Earth. And Old Turtle smiled. And so did God. 100 years from now it will not matter what kind of house I live in, how much money I had, nor what my clothes were like. But the world may be a little better because I was important in the life of a child.
Nirvana, everything was absolutely perfect.
I can’t wait to go back someday. It was incredible in every way.
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