Monday, December 11, 2006

A Place I Like to Go

There is a beautiful place. Its quiet and peaceful. Im as alone there as Ive ever been and Im never lonely when Im there.

Everyone there knows everything about all the problems in the world and still senses how right things are.

Every side to every issue is completly understood and no one argues. Every aspect of the environment is respected and every aspect of every animal is appreciated.

This place does not exist without human weakness's but in spite of them. Frailty of the human spirit is not only understood but treated with kindness and encouragement and there is healing.

Opinions are fleeting. They occur like the water that pass's over stones and makes them smooth.

Each individual struggles to survive but there is no need for dominance. All important matters are ultimately decided by the common compassion that we share rather than itellectual debates.

We find great relief in the humor of how we used to begin with how passionate we felt about the most important issues on earth and some of the places that our passions took us....and we laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh.

The issues we debated were the result of the most cold and evil kind of thinking that we saw in others but somehow we thought that if one kind of thinking was the problem then there must be an opposing line of thought that solve the problem. Somehow we were fooled into believing that we owned thoughts.

We had divided schools of thought like we divided land. We bought it, sold it, and allowed dominant thinkers to decided its value. Somehow it seemed worth it if we could save lives and reduce suffering. But the more we argued our thoughts became inslaved by our emotions. They became less rational and the values that we placed on our personal human expressions became more important than the human expressions we were trying to preserve and celebrate in the first place.

We thought and we felt. We thought about what we felt and then we explored the feelings that our thoughts had prompted.

The first time someone said, " I was wrong and Im sorry " they were seen to be picking there battles. However, as time went on, all battles became more fleeting and compassion became more of our conscience thought patterns. We found ways to show love for what we saw and the love we found ways to show didnt really require that much thinking at all.

Not only did our compassion find ways of smoothing the sharp edges of our words but the better ways that we said things created healing within ourselves.

None of who we were as people was lost and the issues that we defined our position on were no less serious and no less in need of the efforts we made to resolve them.

But there was this place we could go that we had forgotten about. At first there is always grief over what we have sacrificed with our approach and then.... we all experianced joyful laughter as we realized where we were.

7 Comments:

At 8:37 AM , Blogger abfh said...

What a lovely image, Ed... I'm sure that most of the problems in the world would soon disappear if we all spent some time in such a place.

 
At 3:17 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hello Ed
I have been reading your last few posts. I appreciate that you are sharing your thoughts and experiences. This is valuable and I hope you will continue. Like you said, some bloggers debate, some don't and what you are contributing is worthwhile and special.
I assure you, this post is giving me lots to think about.

 
At 12:46 PM , Anonymous Bonnie Ventura said...

Hello Ed. I enjoyed this essay... it really made me think about things. May I have your permission to repost it to Ventura33's Neurodiversity Page in June 2007? I have a collection of creative writing by autistic authors and others who support neurodiversity, and I add to it in June of each year. Most are science fiction stories, but I also have some general creative works on the site.

 
At 6:00 PM , Blogger Ed said...

Thanks Bonnie,
Sure, thats fine. You have my permission to do that.

 
At 7:35 PM , Blogger Ed said...

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At 1:20 PM , Anonymous Bonnie Ventura said...

Thanks Ed!

 

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