I woke up this morning and looked around my room.  There are nails and screws holding things together.  I see them as asleep.  There are walls that just stand there.  They are doing their job also, but they are asleep.

I run my fingers up and down the wooden arm of my favorite chair and realize it is alive.  Because of the Creator, they are alive.  Because of Science we recognize this.  As I run my fingers up and down I am aware of the atoms and molecules housed inside the wood.

            I open my window and it is raining.  The wind is blowing through my curtains.  The wind is alive.  I realize it could be a wind that traveled around the world.  It could contain the air that someone in India, China, North Korea, South America or any number of countries breathed some time this week.  I take it in.  One deep breath and I try to imagine what secrets that breath holds as it travels across our planet.

            It is alive!  The lightening that is now streaking across the sky is alive.  It is full of immense energy.  An amount that would be hard to count.  It is mighty and powerful.

            Are you alive?  Of course you are.  But are you really alive?  Do you practice the art of living, or do you just exist?  Are you the nail in a piece of furniture or a wall that will stand until someone breaks it down?  I hope not.  Practicing living is jumping into it.  Like a child jumps into a mud puddle with laughter, are you jumping into life?

            The child laughs and enjoys her action.  What actions are you performing?  Do they vary from day to day?  Do you have a specific cause?  Are you putting all of yourself into your cause?  Your cause may be just to feed your family.  Your cause may be to lecture.  Your cause may be in government.  But are you nails and screws that stand stationary?

            While everyday living is routine, we must find our purpose.  Most of us know where we are going when we die.  But do you know where you came from?  I believe if you investigate where you originated from, you will better understand your mission.

            There are wars all over the planet.  I know you cannot stop them, but are you educating your children that these wars are evil?  Are you telling your children and grandchildren that good will always prevail if they become and grow into the “good” that we are.

            We must re-educate our children.  Text books are fine.  They teach “what happened and when”.  They teach geography, math, spelling, etc.  Not one text book teaches the role of you and your planet.  Why?  Is this not as important as keeping your family well and fed?

            Your planet houses you.  Your planet feeds you.  Your planet does not favor any nation.  Your planet is unconditional love as is the Creator.  Below is a poem I wrote many years ago.  I read it often and it saddens me.  I actually wrote two of them, but I will only present one here.  The second one is frightening, but real.  Our planet is suffering and she is our housing. 

Live life as fully as you can.  Do for your families, your neighbors, your communities. Are there environmental projects of which you can participate, if only in a small way.  I don’t expect anyone to clean the oceans, the lakes and streams.  I don’t expect anyone to clear the pollution from the thousands of smoke stacks that encircle Mother Earth slowly choking her.

            Be alive!  Practice being alive.  Being alive is such a privilege, such a heavenly prize.  Love the good and the bad.  Pray for all of them.  Each individual is a collection of star stuff created eons ago.  Molecules, atoms, and especially the energy that runs through our veins are valuable.  The energy that runs through our bodies comes from the universe.  It is alive!

Please let’s keep our planet alive by educating our children and opening our own eyes.

THE BEAUTIFUL BLUE

Look here, my child, in the distant sky

Below the lemon sun,

Just east of the honey-dipped moon.

See the little fireball that spins

Aimlessly on its side?

Legend has whispered down through the eons

Of a beautiful blue draped in garlands

Of puffy white that crowned her east to west.

Her seas were mighty in the long ago,

White caps danced in merriment

Daring to splash the mountain peaks

That laughed and teased in playful gesture.

Her soil was rich in seed, and woods

Dense enough to steal a thought

Should one escape unaware.

Her morning side was baby blue,

Blushing a bit in the lemon sun.

Her twilight side was midnight blue,

Candled by the honey moon.

Then once upon a time on a cosmic winter night,

There raged an angry fire that grew and grew

Until it spread from sea to shining sea.

And the mighty seas spewed up their waters,

Rushing in with urgency to save

The beautiful blue.

But soon, my child, they coughed and choked

Until the smoke suppressed their liquid breath,

Engulfing them in gray.

Now the beautiful blue burns night and day

Adrift like a ship on an endless sea.

Aimlessly, she spins on her side

Consuming herself from within.

            Note: Are you living life?  Are you a nail?  Have you taken the time to help an unfortunate person live their life or begin it?  It is our duty to watch out for each other with unconditional love.  Live the love.  If necessary, breathe for the planet.