Cheer The Weed

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.

Lao Tzu
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Hello Sandy
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I was out walking yesterday and I noticed how small tufts of green were peeking up from the cracks in the side walk and parking lots. Give Nature a chance and it will find a way to flourish even in the midst of a concrete and asphalt world.

Next to the street at the last place I lived there was a tree. I loved that tree. It was very tall and healthy. Every Spring it got a bit taller, increased the size of its branches and put out some more twigs. I knew that once upon a time that tree was part of a forest. The forest had been leveled to make way for the town, but a few trees here and there were left standing. Those other trees were simply cut down and pulled up. Deep in the earth are the remnants of the relatives of my tree.

I pondered the fact that many of our manifestations of civilization, our roads, parking lots, buildings and bridges are intrusions on primeval landscape. And all that Nature wants to grow here is still underground waiting for the opportunity and the right conditions to begin the process. In fact those small patches of green, which we call "weeds," are the first hardy steps, (the advance guard you might say) of Nature's campaign to reclaim its own, original, slowly evolving design.

If this town was totally and permanently abandoned by all human life it may take hundreds, perhaps thousands of years but Nature would eventually break apart all the pavements, tear down all the buildings, swallow them all up and digest them. The grass would grow, the bushes would flourish, the meadows would stretch out and the forest would reappear.

So why the intrusion? Because there's another kind of Nature, called Human Nature. It is out nature to build shelter, to grow crops, to educate ourselves, to conduct commerce and transportation. And so we bend Nature to our will, leave a few trees and some bushes still standing, maybe we even plant a few, but the rest of it we tear down and replace with our roads. parking lots, buildings and bridges.

But the next time you see a small patch of green peeking up from a crack in the side walk admire its courage and brave but futile attempt to reclaim the world.

DB - The Vagabond
Never give up.
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A Proactive Life

A man with outward courage dares to die.
A man with inward courage dares to live.

Lao Tzu
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Aw, life is too difficult. There's too much work, too much sorrow, too much pain, too much trouble, too many things go wrong. Come on! Why not just pack it up, cash yourself in and quit?

Every day you've got to get up and face things. There's always something. If there weren't there'd be nothing. And if whatever it is is important to you then it's important enough to live for.

It's true that sometimes we feel as if we are hanging onto life by our fingernails, about to plunge into oblivion. But the mere fact that we have felt that way before and survived means that we will survive it again. It takes courage to let go and plunge. But it takes more to hang on until help arrives.

Recently I had the opportunity to relax into a soft bed of assisted living. I decided not to because I wanted to continue to be in charge of my life and pursue the goals I still have. I don't say that a choice like that may not be the right one for some people and, in fact, a choice to live and not give up. But it wasn't for me.

It was said to me by one person that I lacked the courage to face my old age and my need to be taken care of. That remark made no sense to me. It seemed to me, and still does, that it took more courage to continue to live and be in charge of my own life. To capitulate into old age was not an option.

Since becoming a bold faced blogger I've met a number of older folks through the electrical net whose minds are sharp and who express a zest for living and doing things, not in a hurry to jam a life together before they croak, but because they continue to look forward to today and tomorrow. I think the best defense against giving up is the constant consciousness of life.

It is one of the easiest things in life to dwell on the wrongs. But think how many times you shook your fist at trouble and got the better of it. It's the flowers that grow in your garden that bring a smile to the universe, not the weeds. It's the song you sing, the letter you write to a friend, the thought that brings joy to your heart, the successful completion of a project, the tasty dinner, the sigh of recreation and rest that make up a life. These are some of the fruits of my 7 decades of living. Put the angry, hateful, biting, sarcasm of the world in a bag, seal it and throw it in the trash. Real life is not made of scorn.

Not giving in to the easy life was one of the smartest decisions I made. Almost within the day other people began to show up in my life to help me solve my problems in more proactive ways. Gandhi once said something about how if you have a positive goal people will show up out of nowhere to help you with it.

It was very beneficial for me to have to face that decision, for if I hadn't I might not have seen how important it was for me to continue living the life I had planned for myself and to more vigorously pursue my goals and visions.

"The mightiest space in fortune nature brings to join like likes, and kiss like native things." wrote Shakespeare. It seems amazing and inconceivable to most people that when positive desires are planted in the wind and held there by strong faith, hope and courage nature will nourish them and bring them blossoming back into one's life. It happens too many times not to be true.

DB - The Vagabond
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SUMMER QUESTION
(This is not a contest.)

Who are the 2 (two) most important people alive today? Why?

Only 7 responses so far. Come on people. Think.

dbdacoba@aol.com

Thank you.
DB
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Nobody Knows You When You're Down And Out

Knowing how to endure is wisdom. Not knowing is to suffer in vain.

Lao Tzu
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There is a word in English, "casting," which has many meanings. One of them is to throw something down or away. Among the more obscure uses of the word refers to giving up on an extreme state of physical exertion. The first time I heard it used in that context was from a circus performer. He was a tight rope walker. He performed up high, above the heads of the audience. He had developed a number of tricks that made his act very exciting to watch.

But there was something else going on the audience couldn't see. Casting. He referred to it as "the devil's voice." Whenever he was out on the rope the devil would whisper in his ear to give up. "It's too hard, you're working to hard, it hurts. Let go. There's a net down there to catch you. There's nothing to worry about. You're safe and you won't have to do this any more. Why are you putting yourself through this misery? For applause? For a pay check? Just lean over and fall into the net. You'll feel much better. No more pain."

He said that the more difficult and dangerous the act the more the devil will talk and the louder. He also said every circus performer who does dangerous acts like his, the trapeze artists, pole and rope climbers, are all tempted by the same nasty voice. "Just let go. Everything will be alright."

I've been told that competitive marathon runners also get the same satanic visitor, especially later on in the race. "There's the grass and a shady spot, just go lie down and rest. Stop the pain." Having been a runner myself for a time I can understand it.

Casting. The fact is that some rope walkers fall and some long distance runners stop. They fall victim to the suggestion even, sometimes, without realizing it. They forget or else can't answer the question "Why?".

Another thing the circus fellow told me is that it always sounds like your own voice, your own idea, your own suggestion. A wise person knows not to pay attention to it or claim it as his own.

So how many dangerous ledges and exhausting, painful trials can life put us through? And how often do we hear the voice that says "Just give up. Cast yourself down and out. You'll feel much better."? And how often have we accepted that voice as our own thought and given up when victory, applause and, yes, maybe even a pay check, was lost.

Wisdom is knowing how to endure. It's knowing how not to heed the "devil's voice," loud and long, telling us to quit, to cast ourselves down and out.

DB - The Vagabond
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SPRING QUESTION
(This is not a contest.)
Let's go folks.

In your opinion what is the most amazing thing that could happen during this decade? Make it as outrageous as you want but keep it within the realm of what you consider a possibility.

11 responses so far.

Answers will be published the first day of Summer.

Thank you.

dbdacoba@aol.com

DB - The Vagabond
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The Best

The best are like water, bringing help to all without competing, choosing what others avoid, dwelling with earth, thinking with depth, helping with kindness, speaking with truth, governing with peace, working with skill, moving with time.

Lao Tzu
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Can it be said any more clearly than it was by this ancient Chinese philosopher? He wasn't just addressing the good people, he was addressing the best people.

Bringing help to all without competing. On the way back from the market with two bags of grocieies I tripped and fell face down on the sidewalk. I was immediately surrounded by three young boys and one adult. They came from different places but set right to work gathering up my groceries. The man helped me to stand up. Each of the boys held out a bag to me with everything put back into it. The third boy had rescued my hat. When they saw I was standing and okay, I thanked them and off they ran. I thanked the man who said "No problem" and he disappeared. Who did the best job of helping me? Who cares?

Choosing what others avoid. "In my pocket not a penny, and my friends, I haven't any. It's mighty strange, without a doubt, nobody knows you when you're down and out." That's an old song but it's words are still new. In the city the homeless sleep in boxes if they're lucky. In the Winter they try to sleep over the grates, because warm air comes up there. If they are fortunate enough to get into the subway they will sleep in less traveled subway stations. On my way back home one night on the Number 1 train, as it stopped at 135th Street I saw many people, wrapped in blankets, sleeping like windrows on a dark end of the subway platform.

I know what it is to be down and out, with not a penny and not a friend, sleeping in strange places and being avoided. Walking from work one morning I saw a man asleep in a nook on the side of a building. I woke him and asked him if he could sit up. He did, and then he stood up. He smelled bad but not of alcohol. I gave him $5 and told him to get some breakfast. He was grateful.

Dwelling with earth. We recently celebrated Earth Day. It strikes me as a redundancy. All it really does is to remind people of the need to take better care of the planet we live on. And it comes about as a result of some good people becoming aware of the damage civilizations have been doing to the Earth for centuries. There is a great fear of never being able to turn back the outrageous destruction and pollution to the natural environment that have taken place over the years and particularly over the last 100 years. And it's all based on a presumed stewardship. We divide up the land, hold deeds to it, raise live stock, cut down forests, build cities all under the theory that we own the Earth. But the Earth owns us, and nature could do away with the human race in a puff of smoke if it wanted to. Could you blame it?

Thinking with depth. We are a nation of freedoms: freedom of speech, freedom of worship, freedom of the press. And along with those freedoms comes the freedom to think for ourselves, the one freedom least likely to be embraced by the average individual. Why do we turn off the thinking mechanism when we go to work or turn on the TV? Why do we garbage out the garbage that has been put in by other non thinkers? What happened to reason? And why don't we demand from our so-called thinkers a higher degree of reason and wisdom? Why do we listen to bromides instead of ideas? What's wrong with being an intellectual? There are many things that need to be thought about very deeply.

Helping with kindness. Two of the nastiest traits humans are capable of are cynicism and irresponsibility. It is so easy to shrug off one's potential ability to aid in soothing and healing the troubles of the world. When John Brown was out in front of the fight against slavery people gave him money but otherwise he was essentially by himself. As soon as he died the country filled up with abolitionists. Where were they when he was alone in the battle?

It is estimated that about 1,000 children die every day in Africa from starvation. One can say that the organizations that are trying to help are never going to stop that from happening so why bother. I give money for that and other causes when I can. So do many people. But is it enough? What more can I do to help those on the front lines of that fight? It's not easy but it requires letting go of any sense of haplessness and criticism. It requires being constantly aware that there are continuously desperate situations in the world and that as citizens of the world we must bear some degree of responsibility for seeing that they are being taken care of.

Speaking with truth. It takes courage to speak the truth. People don't want to hear the truth. They would rather hear fantasies and lies. But worse than that they will seek to silence those that are honest. I like the quote that says if you tell the truth you better have one foot in the stirrup. Truth is a very dangerous thing to some people. Giordano Bruno was burned at the stake, as were many other people, for telling the truth, but in his case they were so frightened of what he would say on his way to his execution and even when tied to the stake that they made a special wooden devise to put in his moth to prevent him from uttering a word.

People aren't sent to the stake these days, at least not in this country, though there are some neighborhoods where you might get shot to death for telling the truth, but there are some people who have become known as whistle-blowers and snitches who lose their jobs, can't get hired and are denied some benefits. Is that any reason for not telling the truth? It should not be. The lesson is, if you want to be honest, be careful.

Governing with peace. This country has been at war almost every year since before it was a nation. Why should that be? Why is the history of the world written in wars? It seems that there is a war or the threat of war going on some place in the world all the time. There is one group of people trying to destroy another group of people somewhere. It appears in many cases that when one political party comes to power it sets out to capture, torture and destroy the other party. What has put the human race into such a degrading ethical level that it can't think of anything but armed conflict? Why can't we step back and say that the purpose of government is to provide the best possible life for it's citizens and deal harmoniously with it's neighbors, then let it do that and help it along? And why can't governments accept that mandate and act accordingly? It just seems to me that many of the governments in the world just don't give a rat's whisker for it's people.

Working with skill. Anyone who has dealt with Tech Support lately knows how easy it is to get someone on the line who knows next to nothing about your problems. As annoying as that can be, I don't seriously fault those guys. They're trying to make a buck and yet haven't been sufficiently trained to take on many of the challenges that come to them on the phone. Sometimes they have to go and talk to a supervisor. And often, I think, they're rudeness comes out of the frustration of language barriers and lack of immediate knowledge.

No, I point the finger at the large corporations for trying to save money by out sourcing and getting labor for less. One day about 8 years ago I was stunned to find out that my tax return had been audited by some fellow in India.

The money they save may go into new equipment (which may put more people out of work) but, more than likely, it goes into the pockets of the executives and share holders, or at least improves the value of the stock. In my sometime job as a proofreader I read many of the documents from the corporate world that spelled out these policies very clearly.

When a skilled worker is let go to be replaced by unskilled labor attempting to do the same job, that's a rotten deal for everyone.

When I received an appointment to take a proofreading test for a temp job, I went to the bookstore and bought a book on proofreading, studied it thoroughly and when I went to take the test I knew as much about proofreading as I could. As a result I aced the test. I worked with skill.

Moving with time. "Gimme that ole time religion, it's good enough for me." There are some people who want to go back to what they call the "good old days." But the fact is the good old days weren't so good. Anyone who wants to return to an outgrown past shows a great lack of perspective. As someone wrote to me recently the best of the past tends to make it into the history books along with the worst, but the ordinary is forgotten. There are people who want time to stand still or else who are faced in the right direction but walking backwards. We can't go back and be babies (although some seem to try) and we can't restore things that are no longer useful to us and expect them to take the place of the new and more efficient. The world has advanced so much and so rapidly in the arts, the sciences, technology, transportation, communication, trade, education, social structures, individual freedoms of expression and, yes, religion, that one who does not understand and appreciate the forward motion of life and desire to experience what next unfolds in it is living in a basement.

DB - The Vagabond
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WEEKEND CONTEST RESULTS

Just as the checkered flag was about to come down and I was deciding to cancel all future weekend tests Val came across with the winning entry. It was a tough choice, and the judge was threatening to quit on me, but he came through with the pick, and so to Val of the Blogspot Tigers goes the genuine linoleum name tag for (drum roll)

The British fence saleswoman - Barb Dwyer

runners Up, all from the Tigers, include

The German Farm Girl - Brigitta Bauer (from Krissy)
The Clown - Peter Pratfall (from John)
Asian male adult film star: wang hung lo (from Mr. and Mrs. Alaineus)
and (also from Val)
Irish Bartender - Tom Collins
Alan Armstrong - American pitcher (or arm wrestler)
Bob Barker - A German carnival man with a loudspeaker
Cardinal in the Catholic church in Philippines - Cardinal Sin (I hear this is actually true)
Canadian gardener woman - Grace Green
Irish alterboy - Ian O'Neal
American luggage salesman - Justin Case
American electrician - Ida Sparks
British policewoman - Robin Banks

Okay. I'll do another one next week.

DB
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