Under the Surface

... things will look so very different than from ashore.

What a wisdom of the day .... no, it is certainly not, but again, so simple and we often forget. When we struggle ourselves through the needs of material lives we rush and hurry, and often enough loose the view for what's going on under the waterline. We may get used to looking at a lake or the sea from an angle that gives us the view of a glittering, nicely moving surface, neatly reflecting the sunlight, gently curling, while underneath, life goes on in totally different ways.

And by doing so, we can take so bitterly wrong decisions which will have such a strong impact on our lives. Sometimes even not only on our lives, but on other people's lives, as well.

If someone is aware of how it looks in our seas, he or she might smoothly close the circle to how more or less it also can look in the human soul.

What may look like a picture postcard yet can be dying or dead waters for long where all living creatures struggle hard to get along. The superficial viewer might just miss to realize that. Sometimes, and that certainly is not pleasant, we might find out absolutely yet unknown aspects when looking deep into our mirrors. And, ooops, when it is about parents, we should as well break the taboos and look some more what really they have been, and what of their burdens we have allowed to be or have ourselves stuffed into ourselves, others and future generations. Human, as everyone, as you and me, trying to survive. And yet, do they have such a strong impact over even adult people's lives. We are certainly products of our history. Until we release.

Idealizing is never a solution. Idealizing only supports that trash is moving on.

If I were me (what I am, of course), I would take a deep look deep down into the depths from time to time. Just to reassure that everything is fine down there. Have a dive and check that out, to see what literally is littering around, and what could be needed to be done. Don't fear: The trash is there anyway, also if you close your eyes for that and don't dare looking deeper. Just when you see, you can avoid being strangled by some loosely floating ropes, unforeseen old fishing nets, or you can take necessary actions and measures when being toxified by some, maybe long-time, dumped waste.

Sure, I am a little straight when it's about those neat little boxes people have made there for themselves to live in. Never mind - that's why I'm a clown (and that's often enough not a funny job). Like us or leave us. We certainly have depth, that's why we look behind ... facades.

Facades will crumble at a point. What is beneath, remains.

No one benefits from 'wasting on' their lives. It is a pity for every single day that we waste for reasons of our waste. Who knows. Our time can be shorter than we might assume.

Regards and blessings for a beautiful first Sunday of Advent,
Lyn

Little Reptiles on My Balcony ...

... and it is a pleasure to watch. As with the birds, their plain behaviour, we can meditate into how also humans act. Often. Unfortunately, often enough. Sometimes we make things too complicated, trying to see through very complex symptoms, while basically, some things are very simple. As birds. Try it and watch them, and you will see.

At my place and as a live in a suburban area where there is not so much diversity in birds, it looks very simple: The blackbird male is king, as he is the strongest and most aggressive (and in spring, he likes to use the balcony as his personal stage for showing off). Next, there come the sparrows, who come in groups and are quite nasty.  Third, there is the tits. And after them, neatly having to wait until the others have made place, a cute type of tits, smaller and really looking funny so that I call them my little 'punk tits', a sweet little pair of bluetits from this year's breed.

The hierarchies are so very clear: The physically strongest and most aggressives chase away the physically weaker ones and/or less aggressives, and take for themselves what they need, and even more than that. As for my little blackbird king, he even uses to remain sitting on the plate when he himself has had enough - just to prevent others from coming near the source of food.
Next in hierarchical order and therewith at the source of the food: Those who form up groups and become strong through such. Not strong, likely aggressive, and certainly with a high amount of nasty bluntness. Third in row, the smaller ones that show up single (or in couples, but that only in breeding times). And last, funnily jumping around until their time has come, the smallest. And everyone has developed its own way to survive.

What they all have in common: They create a lot of mess. Literally.

And they all are what they are, my friend. No good. No bad. Just trying to survive.

In the birds we see that part of us.Driven by fears and greed. Not more. Not less. Both powerfool drives ... as said, to survive. A very basic need. Fear to survive possible dangers (or predators, so in a sense, survive what might eat us), greed to survive by feeding our bodies well enough (so, what we might eat). Eat or get eaten. Or the other way around.

The question: If we can choose, would we choose to just survive, or is there maybe something more this human life is meant for?

If we were meant to be birds - why, the hel, have we been born into 'humans' then?
(I assume anyone who reads this belongs, physically at least, to the species Homo sapiens)


When it is for fears, there is few ways only to deal: Flee. Attack. A third option is to 'freeze' which resembles a paralysis which completely disables us to act. We try to hide - and literally 'duck away' - so that the feared predator might fail to see us. As many young animals have as an inbuilt program - and also birds (what a nice link to my chicken posting). And - also we, humans, as an heritage from how we started. You can see all what we humans ever have been, in children when they grow up. Just, that we are supposed to grow further and beyond that, usually, unless some deep impact hinders us to go ahead in life. If a further development is hindered, then someting severe must have happened in our lives at an early stage and stopped the growth at that specific point. Whatever happened there has stopped this part of us to grow beyond the basics. It's up to each of us to look at it and find and fight it out. Otherwise, we grow up physically but not mentally, not psychologically, not to talk about spiritually at all. And remain somewhere on a basic level as described more detailed in Maslow and Beyond the Beast .

If we don't ride our dragons
Our dragons will ride us.

To understand the little reptiles on our balcony (or where ever we keep them) is of importance if we wish to under~stand our selves, and then to move ahead.

Have a good weekend, all,
Lyn

Butterfly

And even in a world of tanks
I would still choose to be

A butterfly.

Lots of love, folks,
Lyn

Old and Still Good

This is a lovely story 'out of the web'. I liked it very much when I first fell over it. And there are some others alike, so maybe I will dig them out at a point.  

The eagle who lived as a chicken

One day a young eagle fell off the nest and was picked up by a farmer. The farmer was kind enough to bring the small bird to his barnyard so that it doesn’t perish. The young eagle found a good home with the chicken and grew up believing he is a chicken. He waited for the farmer to bring food, he quacked when a chicken laid an egg, and he enjoyed running around and sitting in a hole in the ground on sunny days. Life was good and comfortable, and the eagle’s wildest adventure was to run under the fence with his friends to that cliff where they looked at the mountains and wondered what lied on their other side. One day he was with his fellow chicken picking seeds off the ground when a shadow covered the sky above him. He lifted his gaze and was mesmerized by the sight of a beautiful eagle cruising the sky. Unlike other chicken that he saw trying to fly, this eagle didn’t seem to be making much effort. With his wings spread wide, he was flying smoothly and changing his direction with the slightest gesture. “Wow. Look at that!”, yelled the young eagle to his friends. “Who is that?”, he asked. “That’s an eagle”, replied a chicken. “He’s the king of the sky. But we belong here on earth. We are chicken.”, she continued. And the eagle staring at the bird disappearing in the horizon as if it was gliding on an invisible path that only he could see. Days later, the old eagle was flying again over the barnyard and was stunned by the sight of an eagle running around with the chicken. He surged down to the ground. As the other birds saw him they ran back to hide in the house. He descended in front of the other eagle before he reached the door. “What are you doing?”, asked the old eagle. “What do you mean?”, answered the young one. “What are you doing running around with chicken?”. “I am a chicken. These are my brothers and sisters. I grew up with them.” “No you’re not. You’re an eagle. You belong in the sky, not on the ground.” “No I am not. I am one of them. All I know is to do as they do, and to eat what they eat. I can’t even fly.” “You can’t because you never tried. But you’re an eagle, just like me”. “Even if what you say is true, I’ve lived all my life as a chicken. I am not an eagle anymore”.” “It’s the heart of an eagle that matters, not the way he lived or ate… Come with me” The eagle took another look at his friends hiding in the comfort of home. “Don’t listen to him!”, yelled one of the chicken. “He is tricking you”,” said another. “ If you go with him, you will die!”. “ Come back and be with us”… But deep inside the eagle’s heart, a faint voice told him what he needed to do. He took one more gaze at the barnyard where he spend all his life playing with his friends, then turned around and followed the older eagle. A moment later, the arrived at the cliff he used to visit sometimes with his friends. They stood next to each other on the edge looking at the mountains in the distance. Without a second of hesitation, the old eagle jumped off the edge, spread his wings and soared upward. The young eagle looked down the cliff and trembled. He’d never flown before. May be he would die. May be he should go back. “Don’t look down.”, the old eagle said “Look up at the sky. Aim toward the sun. Give it a bit of faith.” The young eagle lifted his sight up, spread his wings and leaped… Back at the barnyard, the chicken heard a triumphant cry that ascended to heaven. Their feather trembled and they looked at each other without exchanging a word. They know they will miss their brother a lot. They know he might visit some day and tell them how it felt to fly. And they will gather around to hear his stories about the lands he visited. But for the time being, they would keep doing what they did best: living as chicken.

Déjà-vu?  Well, moi aussi.

The same counts for lynxes who try to be as wolves.
When we are what we are - why trying being some 'thing' else? Just gives hard times in the long run, even if sometimes it's so tempting. And even if the chicken say ...

Cheers,
Lyn

Fusion. Latin-Asian. Ripening.

I could't leave it playing around. A little. Of course.
That's how people know me.

With my best wishes for a gorgeous new year.

Lyn