Just in case the previous reminders that we are not in charge did not stay in the forefront of our minds Mother Nature sent several reminders this week. Forest fires, floods including twice in the local area, sudden deaths from heart attacks and other events visited us.
Contrary to all evidence to the contrary, President Trump’s tweet finger is not a force of Mother Nature nor is the vitriolic rhetoric from some members of the White House staff. One also cannot blame Mother Nature for the fear of many in the military that they cannot depend on the promises of the representatives of its government no matter their allegiance to the oaths they swore upon entering the service. One also cannot blame Mother Nature for the belief that the profit of a few should outweigh the right to expect access to health care from a society which actively pursues a path to a longer life span.
Yet, in the mist of all this negative turmoil and acts of nature one did not have to look far to witness the best of what us humans bring to each other and this universe. On a local level neighbors brought tools, strong backs, and loving hearts to help clean up and rebuild following floods. The first public gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender PRIDE event took place in Wheeling, WV without any violent protests as far as I know.
On a more immediate personal level I enjoyed the luxury of four evenings with various loving friends, several of whom are also my personal mentors and heroes. My life is much richer because of their loving support and often their challenging example to live “an examined life” and to trust that we all have all that we need to be the very best we can be. Extreme, overt racism, sexism, and even the hatred of the holocaust and the action of empire building countries has directly impacted the lives of some of those with whom I had spent time this week. Yet, none of these friends have spent energy on hatred, bitterness or given in to hopelessness. They have all done much to help create a more loving, just community.
Another friend/acquaintance I briefly visited this week quietly opens his house and his heart to others who are struggling. His quiet actions do not elicit the attention of anyone other than a very few who are aware of all his kind actions.
This morning, while at the gym, I listened to another podcast of Ear Hustle which is a program originating from San Quintin prison. Again, I was reminded of the strength and courage of those society has labeled as those deserving to be kept in solitary confinement or “The Shu” as it is called in some places for many years and otherwise treated as less than.
Obviously, there is no shortage of mentors whose example we can all emulate. What I look for in a mentor is a person who does not deny the intense pain and cruelty which often accompanies this life journey or the absolute stupidity which seems to be always waiting in our heads to make a cameo appearance but, at the very same time does not fail to celebrate our creativity, ingenuity, ability to love and to dance a joyful dance. I have always been blessed with such mentors. Often they arrive in the form of a child, a client, a homeless person, an inmate or someone else who has been labeled as the least of these. Yet, they can also arrive costumed as a community leader, an esteemed writer, artist or professional. Just about the time I think I know where to look for these mentors one rises up from the alley, the gutter or the boardroom to embrace me.
As I sit here on the porch typing the sun is playfully creating areas of light, darkness and all the thousand or more shades of green which provide the view from my perch. It is a good day following a good week. Now it is time to prepare for the new week.
Written July 30, 2017