...quiet, about a lot of things...
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Expect No Sense
Foals are one of the many great things about spring. They are all wobbly and bleating. They call for their moms and travel sideways at high speeds. Little clowns in fur costumes. Foal's are beginnings.
People say odd things. The owner of my barn, said to me, upon hearing..."Well., Mares know. They just know if somethings not right...and they abort. Not stupid like humans, who mostly carry the whole term, and give birth to problems." Nice. Really nice. But I am always surprised by this opinion. That only life of a certain quality has relevance.
I don't know what I would do if I had been told a child of mine would have a disability...No, actually that's a lie..to sound sensitive to all opinions. The truth is I do know what I would do. I would have the baby. Definitely. It's like preaching to the choir with me, I guess.
But I try very hard not to judge others views on that. I am always startled by this philosophy of problem children. I'm just not cut of that cloth.
It's a spectrum issue really. What "problems" are doable?..which are a death sentence? I was born in 1964. For some, including my Dad, "not perfect" WAAAY back then, was a deal breaker. Perfectly viable, useful, and adequate was not sufficient. How far have we strayed from this paradigm? I'm sure we have come a distance....at least I hope we have.
Which brings me to The Secret I watched a free copy on you tube..thanks to one of Neil's friends. Thanks Neil. I can't help it. This is DANGEROUS stuff. Why? Because just enough of it is true. I do believe we are all energy. We all do have to mind our "P's and Q's" when it comes to directing our energy to the higher good. How many times have I spoke of karma, fate and all this stuff. Generally, I believe this. They are singing my tune.
However when they say that anyone who has disease, somehow has not mastered the thought to cure it...I say POPPYCOCK! To be fair, they don't come out and say that. They just feature a woman who cured breast cancer with funny movies and healing thoughts. They also feature a man, who should be a quadrapelegic..but walked again. To these people I say HOOORAAYY! I am so happy that they were gifted with miraculous outcomes. I know several paraplegics, who are some of the most "on the bus" people I know, postive, nuturing courageous and bold. But their spines are still broken. It is what it is. Many good people go down fighting. Many good people die, fighting the good fight. Willing yourself well should not be yet another thing we heap on to cancer patients, and the terminally ill. This is sadistic.
And as for people, me for example, who were born with something we had nothing to do with...what does the secret make of us?? Are we a punishment for our parents lack of positive thought... Doesn't take to long before you look at the disabled as "less than" or as in some cultures..(yes even in today's world) as evil. If good thinking brings health...It does not take a rocket scientist to figure out that illness comes from somewhere.
I do believe that you must do the best with what you have been blessed with. I do not pretend to understand the grand plan. But I try to think of my life, good and bad, as a gift. A mixed bag of experience. My job is to do the most I can.
This explains the quote I have on my kitchen wall. I see every morning, and try to live it every day.
"Happiness is the art of making a bouquet of those flowers within reach"
Look and see what's there in front of your nose...No need to create abundance. It has been here all the time.
and it's free. Totally, perfectly free.