During this season of love and generosity, is it possible to keep track of ourselves while in the midst of taking care of everyone else’s needs and desires?
While driving from Malibu to Santa Monica the other day, I was listening to NPR, relaxed into an easy place, when my attention shot up to high-alert, hearing the interviewer say, “…they are not at war. They are in a violent peace.”
I was stunned. A violent peace? I pulled over to the side of the Pacific Coast Highway, where I gazed out over the expanse of the ocean, watching the sun flashing sparkling diamonds of light across the water. Right then and there, I knew what peace was, yet I was mystified by this twisted concept. It was as incongruous and self-contradictory as speaking of a cruel kindness: both, impossibly disturbing ideations.
Within our daily lives, we are bombarded by the complexities of a fast-paced world and challenged by a fierce sense of competition that strives to engulf us. We seem to have grown numb and sadly accustomed to the daily headlines depicting war and poverty, starvation and deprivation. We seem to be hard-wired into receiving streaming images from TV, film, print and our social media, fiercely flashing before us at strobe-light speed, yet never quite lingering long enough for us to take a really deep look into the energetics behind the images.