I'm thrilled to announce that one wing of Findhorn Press has just been bought by Inner Traditions (an imprint of Simon and Schuster) here in the US. They have accepted all my books. In honor of this I am having a giveaway. If you'd like a copy of "Stories We Need to Know" or "Spiritual Hunger" please contact me. All you have to do is send me a $5 donation for each book, and I will forward the donation to the ACLU. I have 10 copies of each book. First come, first served. PayPal to: firstname.lastname@example.org. Please include your mailing address!! USA mailing only.
Zoe (4 years, 7 months) and Ellie (2 years, 8 months) are always creating drawings and paintings and assemblages of things. These they hang on the fridge or make into 'cards' to give to others, or just leave somewhere prominent. When they return a few days later and see their artwork they don't coo over it and say how much they love it. They don't fuss if it's been moved or taken down - they just get to work and create more. We can all take a hint from this: don't attach to what you've done. Don't make it sacred or special. Create more.
A few weeks back I was concerned about the collapse of the bee populations of the world. I wondered if I should start my own hives in the backyard. I know nothing about beekeeping so I delayed. Last week I noticed that the squirrels are not as prevalent as before. You know, those cute annoying little fellows who find their way onto the roof and then can't get down again. Those chaps. So I went to look at the hollow tree they usually live in. There I saw a thriving honey bee colony.
A number of people have told me that music has had distinct and healing effects on them during times of great stress. Others have mentioned that music helped to get them through many of the rougher transitions of life. It doesn't seem to matter what sort of music, although longer pieces (orchestral, choral, operatic) seem better able to work their magic than shorter pieces. It's a matter of what speaks to the individual at the time. Think of the teenager with earbuds who seems to need music to get through his day. Since music is clearly a healing modality (as well as a pleasure, a delight, an inspiration) why do we use it so haphazardly? Why don't doctors seem to know about it? Why do they give us pills and ignore the experience of harmony that is so readily available? Why is music barely taught in schools?
The pictures speak loudly to those of us who weren't there: Young(ish) white men on one side, women and men and even children of all different colors on the other. What we must remember is that the Far Right is really very small. They love the publicity and they want to feel powerful -- the one thing they aren't. They do this by getting ready for "battle" - just look at the stuff those guys carry! Then they fight and prove themselves stronger, at least in their own minds. Women and men and children want to protest injustice; they want to break heads. So - what does one do? Protest is good, because it gives them push-back and a reality check. But it needs to be overwhelming protest, as in 50 to 1, or they'll simply see it as an offer to fisticuffs. The Brown Shirts were especially coercive when roaming groups of 30 or so would target two or three citizens, or hurl rocks at shop windows. Can you imagine if they'd met Gandhi-like waves of non-violent resisters?
The other day a man who'd seen one of my Youtube videos about manifesting wrote to me to ask why, since he loved sunny weather so much, he couldn't manifest more of it. I laughed at his good humor, of course; yet behind it lay something that's worth considering. You see, he was facetiously saying that manifesting doesn't work because he can't change the weather. The fault was therefore with manifesting. Yet perhaps manifesting can change everything if we look at it differently. What he seemed to want was sunny days ready to order. But the truth is he could manifest good weather at any time by moving to a different location of his choice. He might have to manifest some money, first, and then take action, but he could get what he wanted any time he set his mind to it. The core of manifesting is that we have to take action and use what the universe sends us. We can't be passive. We can't wait for someone else to make it happen. If you truly want sunny weather or snowy slopes or whatever, then set your intention. Declare that this is what matters to you. Then take action. The Universe will manifest along side you. But if you focus on how lousy the weather is, and how much you hate it, then the universe will hear that you've placed all your energy on bad weather -- and obligingly will send you more of the same. You'll be manifesting there too, but it won't be what you want.
My granddaughter Zoe (4 1/2) likes to make up names for dolls and the small figures she plays with. She's come up with some beauties, I must say. Philantria, Dasenda, Vernaya, Pantria, Ferindria - among others. Unusual. (Yes, I know: try getting that lot past auto-correct and you'll see what I mean). I've no idea if I've spelled these correctly, by the way, as Zoe can't read yet. So a couple of days ago we were looking at the wild rabbit that comes to sit on the lawn each day and I asked her if it had a name. She gazed at it for a moment and then, in a clear voice, said, "Steve". Steve the bunny seems OK with that.
Sometimes people ask me about the whole motorcycle thing. What's the grey-haired guy doing with the old bike, they ask. So here it is: if you travel in a modern car, with all its comforts, you may as well be sitting in a hotel lounge gazing out at the world beyond the glass. Nice, but a bit like TV. On a motorcycle (especially an old one you've restored yourself) I'm aware of everything around me. Yes, it's a bit dangerous; yes, it's uncomfortable; yes, it's exhilarating. And as such it allows me to be present, to be in the experience of travel.
I quite often go the thehistoryblog.com. Today I read about a display of quilts made by soldiers recovering from the effects of World War 1. Quilting, we learn, was encouraged as physical therapy because soldiers needed to concentrate, had to coordinate hand and eyes, and it could be done easily by those in bed or wheelchairs. It also created useful blankets, and was cheap to administer. And yet, behind all this, I feel, lurks something else - that shattered lives and bodies needed a way to piece themselves back together, one fragment at a time. At a psychic level this was repair work for the soul.