A Visualization
Ten years ago my 18-year-old daughter was
visiting. “Dad,” she asked me, when we were standing in the kitchen, “Do you separate
your cans and papers from your other trash?”
“O’
Honey, I replied smiling, “If I separate my trash what effect will that really
have in China or in the Sahara desert? What difference will this make in the
world?“
“Dad, you
are the world,” she said. Thus I began recycling.
As you know, the Middle East at this time is
rife with tragedy, suffering, cruelty and hatred. All the countries and peoples there are in desperate
turmoil. Is there anything you and I can do to stop this hurt and heal these
wounds?
Consider this. When you
reach a clear and peaceful place in your meditations or prayers, for a minute
or so remember Isaac and Ishmael, two brothers who loved each other, sons of
Abraham, sons of Ivraheem. See this sweet and loving family in reunion at his
feet right now: good food, songs, drums, dancing, harmony and play amongst all
of us sons and daughters of Abraham. In such loving camaraderie, grievances can
also be heard with compassion for one another. Creative adjustments may arise.
