Do not

Do not think that your life is not worth something unless you do something that makes you famous.

Do not think that the value of a life is measured by the number of people who adore or fear you for anything you have said or done or role you have fulfilled.

Instead, concentrate on each person you are with, by choice OR by chance. Listen to them at the level they are outright sharing with you by word, deed or attitude and respect the boundaries they communicate in these ways. Consider the sharing as a precious gift, always, for it may require their last bit of humanity or physical strength, no matter how trivial it might seem to you at the moment – even a slight smile or nod or holding open a door or a place in a line. Yet, also recognize it may indeed be trivial to them and forgotten as soon as it has been given. These are not gifts that you should judge as more worthy or less worthy of gratitude. Rather as slight but significant gifts not unlike slight but precious bits of spice that make up a tasty dish. Life is made gentler, sweeter or more interesting by your awareness of them. And, especially, I think, because they are mostly unasked for and you did nothing to earn them. Bits of grace. Generously shared with what may be a last bit of precious personal energy, or not, yet shared in spite of, because of, or simply out of politeness or habit, still, given and received.

Try not to make too much out of such small gifts or similarly, of minor slights or rudenesses. They too add a kind of spice and counterbalance to being alive. And they also are more communications from and about the person who projects them than they are about you. Also though, do not ignore or minimize them as they may inform or warn of unwanted behavior on your part. Again, respect boundaries they may, no matter how clumsily, project. Also, do not be blinded by taking too much offense or insult, seek to learn when such behaviors are a cry for understanding or help and discern if you have a role either causing it or helping, or can or should or if you are welcome at all.

We can each of us only seek to live our lives with as much generosity of spirit as we naturally have and can develop. In the end that is really how we fulfill our greatest purpose in this life. Living in such a way is like the ripples created by a pebble thrown into a pond. The more pebbles the more ripples run into each other. Each time we individually give to another from our own reservoirs of love and generosity more ripples spread throughout humanity.

It was never about one person, whether spiritual or political leader, performer, philosopher, artist, teacher, scientist or writer or any one single person down through history, famous or infamous – it’s always been about individuals in their own circle of influence doing what they can and growing and sharing their own innate gifts. Famous persons do inspire and guide, it’s true. But the real power for good lies in what each individual does. Pebbles in the ponds.

Generosity

Generosity is very often linked in our western culture as being the giving of our money, or of our things or our talents to those less fortunate or to those we love. Sometimes we think of generosity as being ‘overly so’, implying manipulation, creating misguided intentions or implications, generating self worth or self promotion or creating an unasked for debt.

I have begun to realize however that it is generosity of spirit that is most of value. Generosity in forgiveness, generosity in compassion and in seeking empathy, generosity in discerning of another’s intentions, generosity of expectations of possibilities in self or in others – this generosity I think garners great wisdom and joy. One might argue it generates being taken advantage of. Yet isn’t even that a gift if given without conditions. And, in itself teaches wisdom.

Generosity. Learning it. Doing it. Demonstrating it. Repeating it. Making it a way of life. Creates joy deep within oneself (the only place true joy can be generated) and, therefore, is capable of sparking joy across the world. Starting in one’s own sphere.

I don’t mean to minimize pain and how it turns one’s focus inward, how difficult pain is and how distracting it is and lingering it can be, particularly emotional pain.

I also don’t mean to minimize what kind of joy I’m talking about – the joy I refer to is the kind that springs deep from the core of a person, that is integral to the fabric and lens of a persons’ being and outlook. Joy as compared to light fun or transient happiness. Joy that frames life’s action and outlook.

When deep joy takes root and grows, one of the fruits is profound generosity. And that generosity grows even deeper joy. A healthful cycle that generates more of itself within the person, and, to all those that person is in contact with.

Like all things worthwhile cultivating generosity is not easy. It is often born out of pain and deprivation and fear. Yet the experience of receiving generosity has the potential for miraculous healing. And so it often begins. And continues. And spreads.

The Thump of His Tail

Oh constant happy greeting

oh trustworthy joy

Never waning

unmeasurable loyalty

Golden brown eyes softly gazing, ready for whatever, hoping for a Pat or scratch or invitation to play or walk or just sit together our warmth intermingling

Laying watching patiently eyebrows lifting eyes following until urges for light naps overcome, still waiting even in sleep in dreams of play and scentful exploring

Trusting completely in the best attentions from me, treats a delightful bonus no longer the motivation

Just. Love.

Marvelous!

One memory indelibly etched in my brain is when I was 18, driving alone in my dad’s new convertible on a back road in the rolling hills of east Texas – a perfect day of blue sky and not too hot – And getting caught in the middle of a monarch butterfly migration. Uncountable numbers. A huge cloud of them I saw from way off. Stopped the car in the middle of the road and watched the cloud coming until I was in the middle of them and just stood up on my seat with my hands out and my head back and they lighted on me and everywhere. Lighted and took off again over and over and over and over…