Nella Fantasia

I visited with an old friend the other day. He was lamenting the loss of peace in the world and not just in faraway places. The peace that once was the charm of a section of his home city, where he and his wife could stroll at a leisurely pace and then duck into a charming boutique if it started to rain or on sunny days, sit together at the table of a sidewalk café and nibble on fresh baked pastries while watching people walk happily by…that peace, that security was replaced by riotous pandemonium. Hateful students chanting hateful slogans and forcing good folks to leave and stores to close their doors, took over their happy places. The places became dirty and an aura of discontent, chaos and gloom was now the tone of the area.

He said he had taken to reading and re-reading the Bible for comfort and consolation. I agreed with the idea and determined to take on my own study.  And then, just today I read a quote by Thomas S. Monson:

“Out of Nazareth and down through the generations of time come His excellent example, His welcome words, His divine deeds.

They inspire patience to endure affliction, strength to bear grief, courage to face death, and confidence to meet life. In this world of chaos, of trial, of uncertainty, never has our need for such divine guidance been more desperate.

Lessons from Nazareth, Capernaum, Jerusalem, Galilee transcend the barriers of distance, the passage of time, the limits of understanding, and bring to troubled hearts a light and a way.”

From deep in the back of my mind a song, one of my favorites was pushing through the despair I had felt and now accompanied the hope I was experiencing instead.

Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo giusto

Li tutti vivono in pace e in onestà

Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere

Come le nuvole che volano

Pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima

It is such a beautiful song when preformed in Italian by the group Amici Forever written by Chiara Ferrau and the incredible Ennio Morricone for the movie “The Mission”.

The translation shows how perfect it is for what I am wishing for now…

In my imagination (nella fantasia) I see a fair world,

Everyone lives in peace and in honesty there.

I dream of souls that are always free,

Like the clouds that fly,

Full of humanity in the depths of the soul.

In my imagination I see a bright world,

Even the night is less dark there.

I dream of souls that are always free,

Like clouds that fly.

In my imagination there exists a warm wind,

That breathes on the cities, like a friend.

I dream of souls that are always free,

Like clouds that fly,

Full of humanity in the depths of the soul.

I was born in post war America. The country was putting itself back together. Patriotism, security, peace and family were foremost in everyone’s mind. Those who had tasted the bitterness of a world at war worked hard to establish peace. Oh that we could only have a fair world where everyone lives in peace and in honesty today. What can I do?  What can we do?

 The Dalai Lama is quoted as saying: “The Planet does not need more successful people, the planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kind."

And we only need to look as far as John Lennon who takes it it a step further by saying “Peace is not something you wish for; it’s something you make, something you do, something you are and something you give away".

That I can do. I'll start by sharing this beautiful and peaceful song....

The Worth of a Soul

I arrived at a point today when I inadvertently took upon myself the heavy burden of comparison.  Without realizing it my mind established and then without question confirmed that I was not as talented as this person, as successful as that person, as experienced, humble or wise as another. I was neither as healthy, as educated, as fun nor articulate as that person over there nor am I as compassionate or capable as the person down the street. Once begun, the spiral of comparison was taking me down to a place that puts out a welcome mat for those who think they are somehow less deserving, less important and without significance. 

I’m tired I thought.

But I needed to take the trash can out and bring in the mail. Even lowly me could handle that!

The evenings are chilly now and the sun was just going down so I put on a light coat and wheeled the garbage out to the street.  My eye caught the flight of a small bird overhead.

A clear voice spoke to my woeful mind…”Does the Lord love the mighty eagle more than he loves a little chickadee?”

I stopped in my tracks.

I heard….”Does the Lord love a wild stallion more than he loves a blue butterfly?”

I picked up my step and picked up on the game….adding my own thoughts now…Does the Lord love the turbulent oceans more than he loves the gentle brook? Does the Lord love a powerful king more than he loves a helpless child?...... Does the Lord love the accomplished neighbor down the street more than he loves me?… And there it was.

Truth

The Lord knows me and He loves me for what I do.  He knows the neighbor and He loves her for what she does.  He loves the eagle and he loves the chickadee. He doesn’t expect the chickadee to be an eagle and he doesn’t expect the eagle to be a chickadee.  We all serve a purpose if we all serve Him.

Joy replaced the dismal thoughts and I walked with a lighter step to retrieve the mail.

Inside the mailbox I find an overstuffed envelope addressed simply to “Grandma” .  Once back inside the kitchen I eagerly open the letter to find two paper airplanes an origami boat and an origami hat folded using blue lined school paper.  Each with the words (written in the hand of a 7 year old boy) “I LOVE YOU”.

What value can be placed on someone who is loved by the Lord and loved by her family!

President Dieter F. Uchtdorf  was right when he said,  “The Lord uses a scale very different from the world’s to weigh the worth of a soul”

When I climb into bed tonight, even though I didn’t conquer the world, I gave my widow’s mite so I’ll be able to pull up the covers, click off the light and say “I did what I could today and I am loved. “

And...I’m grateful the Lord created eagles AND chickadees.

Fear Not

I watch from afar as so much of our country is recovering from the massive hurricanes that ravaged their homes and communities these last few weeks. I cry for their suffering, I marvel at their strength. And for those who were fortunate enough to still have homes standing...I watch them reaching out and working hard to help those who lost more.  It was Harry S. Truman who said...

This is being personified all across the Houston area and now in Florida and the surrounding areas as they need that same help. People helping people, calming the fears as clean up continues. Lives are being reshaped by both those in need and for those giving aid.  I truly stand all amazed and I'm humbled.

The truth is, it isn't just their problem, it's our problem. Because in America...United we stand. I bemoaned the fact that I can do nothing more than a widow's mite and my good son who lives in that storm tossed and drenched part of our country reminded me that not everyone can do everything but everyone can do something.

I encourage everyone who reads this to do whatever they can sincerely do, determined to do the job at hand even if it's but a widow's mite in comparison to those who can give more.

As The World Groans

The world is in chaos as I write this. Earthquakes, fire, hurricanes and tornados are ravaging the earth like never before.

I have observed through my long life of living through times of major earthquakes, devastating floods, droughts, wars and air pollution that after all the devastation the one thing that remains is hope!  Even if it’s just a whisper, it never seems to leave us and as Emily Dickinson contemplated, hope never even asks for a crumb as payment in return.  I am drawn to her poem “Hope is the Thing With Feathers” today.

“Hope” is the Thing With Feathers

     By EMILY DICKINSON

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all.

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

It was M. Russell Ballard who said “Hope grows out of faith and gives meaning and purpose to all that we do. It can give us comfort in the face of adversity, strength in times of trial, and peace when there is every reason for doubt and anguish.”

Sometimes, our hope is like the engineer that keeps us on track!  Gordon B. Hinckley reminisced:

“Long ago I worked for one of our railroads whose tracks threaded the passes through these western mountains. I frequently rode the trains. It was in the days when there were steam locomotives. Those great monsters of the rails were huge and fast and dangerous. I often wondered how the engineer dared the long journey through the night. Then I came to realize that it was not one long journey, but rather a constant continuation of a short journey. The engine had a powerful headlight that made bright the way for a distance of 400 or 500 yards. The engineer saw only that distance, and that was enough, because it was constantly before him all through the night into the dawn of the new day.”

Hope is right there urging us through this if we allow it right?  Many years ago I came upon this thought by an unknown author; “Real hope keeps us “anxiously engaged” in good causes even when these appear to be losing causes on the mortal scoreboard.  Likewise, real hope is much more than wishful musing. It stiffens, not slackens, the spiritual spine."

So as I watch and listen to what is happening in the world right now ~ be it natural disasters or man- made disasters I am doing all that I can to keep hope alive…so as not to let the many storms “abash the little bird that has kept me warm” many times before, that little feather of hope that perches resolutely in my soul.

Thomas S. Monson coached us in how to nurture this hope when he said: 

“Gaze Upward, Look Inward, Reach Outward, and Press Forward”.

Where is Heaven?

My grandmother was a young woman living as a missionary in Toronto Canada in the latter part of 1921 when she clipped an article from the local morning newspaper and tucked it into her scriptures.

Going through a box of her things the other day I came upon the article. The paper had become softened and brown with age but the message was still oh so clear and beautiful.

The name of the good soul who penned the article was not saved along with the clipping so I’ll have to resort to saying “anonymous” for the credit.

Where is Heaven?

A story of a famous American preacher is published in Great Thoughts. It contains no little truth. The question, “Where is Heaven?” was put to Sam Jones by one of his wealthy church members in Georgia, whose cotton crop yielded him some thirty thousand dollars the last year. “Where is heaven?” said the rich planter. “I’ll tell you where heaven is,” said Mr. Jones, “if you will go down to the village and buy fifty dollars’ worth of groceries, put them in a wagon, and take them to that poor widow on the hillside, who has three of her children sick. She is poor and is a member of the church. Take with you a nurse and someone to cook their meals. When you get there, read the 23^rd Psalm and kneel by her side and pray. Then you will find out where heaven is.”

Next day, as the preacher was walking through the village, he met the same wealthy planter, his face beaming with joy. He spoke after his manner; “Mr. Jones, I’ve found out where heaven is. I went as you directed me. We took up the wagon load of groceries and the poor widow was completely overcome with joy. She could not express her thankfulness. As I read to her the 23^rd Psalm, my heart was filled with thankfulness to God; and when I prayed the angels came, and I thought I was nearer to heaven than I had ever been in my life. I left the nurse and cook in her humble dwelling and promised her she should never suffer so long as I could help her.”

John H. Groberg said (and anyone who has seen the movie based on his life, The Other Side of Heaven, would surely agree that he can say with true conviction)….."Never underestimate the power of true love, for it knows no barriers. When filled with God’s love, we can do and see and understand things that we could not otherwise do or see or understand. Filled with His love, we can endure pain, quell fear, forgive freely, avoid contention, renew strength, and bless and help others in ways surprising even to us."

And it seems the perfect summary comes in the wise words of Thomas S. Monson:

“It is an immutable law that the more you give away, the more you receive. You make a living by what you get, but you make a life by what you give.”

The Shakespeare Diet

I wonder when Shakespeare penned the words for Hamlet to utter….

Refrain to-night;

And that shall lend a kind of easiness

To the next abstinence, the next more easy;

For use almost can change the stamp of nature,

And either master the devil or throw him out

With wondrous potency.

….if he knew that he would be speaking to the modern day woman starting yet another diet!

Refrain so that there is a kind of easiness to the next abstinence?  

I suppose Ralph Waldo Emerson’s mentor-like words…“That which we persist in doing becomes easier for us to do; not that the nature of the thing itself is changed, but that our power to do is increased.”…should apply to the determined dieter as well don't you agree?

Does every “NO I WON’T HAVE THAT” lead to an easier “NO I WON’T HAVE THAT” later in the day? Perhaps each little victory is not a stand-alone deal but a building block added onto our internal fire-wall that protects us from temptation and allows us to move on down the narrow path to self mastery.

I needed to hear James E. Faust's words that “Self-Mastery is the ultimate test of our character.”

A reminder that self care is not a matter of self indulgence but self respect. So, onward brave dieters! Let's quote the bard and “Master the devil or throw him out.”

The dam wall

“I think a badger dug a hole, and the water soaked through; it didn't go over the top.  They said there was two or three badger holes in the dam that was left.  That's what started it, a badger dug a hole in it.  There was little streams of water coming out.  I rode over a little further.  I knew it would go out.  I could see it was starting to crumble”.

I was doing a google search this morning and came upon this totally unrelated interview conducted by Oren Jones in 1987 with Arthur Williams who was remembering when the Deep Creek Dam washed out, in the spring of 1907, or 1908.

I immediately felt akin to Mr Williams when he realized that this was a serious condition and he needed to do something!

His reaction was to run and warn everyone down stream that a flood was coming!

Forest fires have been blazing in remote areas surrounding my town for days now. The smoke is thick and I am sequestering myself at home with the air filters on high and my head throbbing-throbbing-throbbing.  It gives me time to think.

But alas, my thoughts turn to “Oh Woe is me”.  And there…right there is the metaphorical badger.  Digging a hole in the protective psychological wall I’ve built to safeguard myself from floods of negative emotions. Tears begin to flow and I realize that if I allow myself to linger long in those thoughts, all that will be left in my barricade will be two or three badger holes. I know "it will go out" if I don’t do something.

I could do the same as Arthur Williams and warn everyone that a flood is coming…but hmmmm the same amount of energy I’d use for that could be better utilized in bringing out my old tried and true tool kit that holds powerful patches like…..

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Moving on with my day!  Whew....