Our ignorance is their power so take every opportunity to make the connection with those around you, listen and learn.
Connections create community.
Community helps understanding.
Understanding fuels empathy.
Empathy facilitates change.
The Family, the cosmic, transcends our realms of humanity.
Your mother
father
sister
brother
stranger
lover
friend
and enemy
The birds
The bees
The flowers
The trees
All interstellar entities
Everything that lives and breathes
We are all family.
The Family, the cosmic, transcends our realms of humanity.
Your mother
father
sister
brother
stranger
lover
friend
and enemy
The birds
The bees
The flowers
The trees
All interstellar entities
Everything that lives and breathes
We are all family.
Our ignorance is their power so take every opportunity to make the connection with those around you, listen and learn.
Connections create community. Community helps understanding.
Understanding fuels empathy.
Empathy facilitates change.
In this Ted Radio hour on NPR, TED speakers explain how everything in nature is connected, and how we can restore its delicate balance. It's brilliant and mind blowing and beautiful.
"...it’s
hard to remember—that we are not distinct individuals with our own
separate problems. The vast interconnection of all phenomena is not a
theory. All things constantly rise and fall together like it’s all
holding hands."
What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.