In the midst of … grieving the loss of yet another friend … learning that another friend’s husband’s dementia has taken an unexpected downward turn … hearing the anguish of Americans devastated by the inability of the NRA to see the connection between assault rifles and the horrifying massacre of 19 children and 2 teachers and the shooting of 5 children and the grandmother of the perpetrator who continue to struggle in hospital to survive their physical wounds, all of them facing a lifetime of dealing with the physical, emotional and spiritual wounds of the slaughter … mindful that the possibility of the reversal of Roe v Wade is on the horizon and will have devastating consequences for decades … aware that people around the world are still homeless, still poor, still in pain, still dealing with mental/physical illness and COVID … and unable to forget the images of the horror that continue in Ukraine, this photo speaks to me of life and death, darkness and light, shadow and hope.
Yes, hope.
Where is the hope? It’s in the clear sky … the bright yellow colour in the flowers in the foreground … and the healthy green leaves beside them.
Where is the hope? It’s in the words on a sign I read on a concentration camp wall that read “I believe in the sun, even when it’s not shining. I believe in the stars even when I see them not. I believe in God, even when God is silent.”
The presence of hope is always with us. Sometimes – tangible. Sometimes – intangible. Sometimes – visible. Sometimes – invisible. Sometimes – audible. Sometimes – silent. But it is always present.
May we have eyes to see it, ears to hear it, hearts to feel it, and minds to believe it.
An aside, when I took this photo a few summers ago, I didn’t know why I did. Nor did I know why it seemed so important to have the Alberta rose flowers in the photo.
And then tonight, I noticed that while the dark clouds over the mountains in the background may look ominous, the pink flowers in the foreground are a gentle reminder that things aren’t always as they seem. And now I know why I took this photo.
An aside, when I took this photo a few summers ago, I didn’t know why I did. Nor did I know why it seemed so important to have the Alberta rose flowers in the photo. And then tonight, I noticed that while the dark clouds over the mountains in the background may look ominous, the pink flowers in the foreground are a gentle reminder that things aren’t always as they seem. And now I know why I took this photo.
I don’t want to think of evil, or believe in evil, or acknowledge the presence of evil.
And yet … as the situation in Ukraine continues … as political lies flood some media outlets and people believe the lies and repeat them as if they were truth … as weather conditions continue to pummel the world with floods, snowstorms, tornadoes, earthquakes, exhausting heat … as graves of residential school children are discovered … as some around the world have so much, while others have nothing … as homelessness, contaminated water, unbreathable air, dangerous work situations cause lives to be compromised or lost … as children, youth, adults, seniors die of gun violence … as freedoms are eroded … the signs are there and I must not be naive.
Evil exists.
That word ‘evil’ is spoken a lot these days by many people for many reasons. Accusations of ‘evil’ come to us on tv, in face-to-face conversations, through phone calls, via text messages, FB posts, messages and emails, and even handwritten correspondence … not just by adults, but by youth and children and elders … not just by politicians, but by ordinary citizens.
It’s easy to … tweet or text or type first, rather than think
… react first, rather than respond
… speak words of love, rather than show that love in action
… enable others, rather than be honest
… dwell in and focus on one’s own selfish desires, rather than allow the needs of others to be the motivating force.
When people say “All …” be that all religions or all politicians or all Democrats or all Republicans or all Conservatives or all Liberals
or all NDPer’s or all Jews or all Mexicans or all gays or all Italians or all Blacks or all trans or all Southerners or all differently-abled or all Americans or all poor or all elderly or all mentally ill
or all Asians or all youth or all … (fill in the blanks) … and then make a sweeping statement degrading, disrespecting, bullying, ignoring anyone in a particular category, there is no opportunity for dialogue, respectful listening, compassionate hearing, genuine caring, sincere conversation, sharing of opinion, or elimination of prejudice/bias let alone reconciliation, healing, hope.
The world craves hope. But if Hope leaves, what remains? Evil.
Before the 8th century when the ‘hearing, speaking, seeing evil’ concept began to take form through the writings of Confucius, the Biblical teaching: “abstain from every form of evil” (1 Thessalonians 5:22 NKJV) provided wise counsel.
But evil didn’t go away. Can it be defeated?
Difficult … but yes.
It involves change … a change in one’s way of life … a transformative change of heart … a turning-around … metanoia … turning around *e-v-i-l* to become *l-i-v-e.*
It is time to stop … denying … enabling the existence of evil.
Evil is real.
It exists.
It is time to name it.
It is time to turn the letters of ‘evil’ around to ‘live’!
Change – Metanoia Time.
Where there is darkness
… we must bring the light.
Where there is darkness
… we must send the light.
Where there is darkness
… we must *be* the light. “Let us not be overcome by evil … but overcome evil with good.” <Romans 12:21>
Every day we wake up, is a day to say “Welcome” to whichever day it is: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Rain or shine, hot or cold – while some days may prove to be difficult – the “Welcome, Days of the Week” cyber floral mosaic series was created in the hopes that the flowers will put a smile on your face, remind you of happy, peace-filled, times and brighten your day, just a bit.
If you are feeling ‘blah’ or ‘down’ or ‘just not yourself’ for whatever reason (global politics, personal health/finances/relationships), concerns about family), may you welcome the hope this cyber floral bouquet offers: the flowers in the photo will bloom again. And so will you … some way … some how … some day.
Each day is a new day and every day offers possibility, promise, gift. From me to you – a floral “Welcome” to each day of the week.
Feel free to return to this floral ‘Welcome, Day of the Week’ whenever you’d like a little “floral pick-me-up” on a particular day, and share this (or any “Soulistry – Artistry of the Soul” reflection) with others.
In spite of the rain, rain and more rain, the flowers in many parts of the world are beginning to ‘rise and shine’. Happy Monday morning!With so much yuck happening in the world, I thought I’d post a floral “welcome” / “happy” each day this week. So, “welcome Tuesday!” It’s Wednesday … a day to slow down a bit, observe Mother Nature around us, and “smell the roses.” Welcome Wednesday!Continuing on in the weekly floral “Hello / Welcome Day” series which began here on Monday and will continue until this Sunday. It’s so easy to grumble when we wake up, worry as we hear the latest news, get stressed when the weather descends in an unwelcome manner, find irritation in the actions/words of another, that we overlook the gift of another day to live, breathe, serve, think, move, reflect, contribute, play, work, simply “be.” Welcome Thursday – delighted you’re here!Sometimes we think “I don’t think Friday is ever going to get here” and then, voila – it arrives. So, welcome Friday. You’re finally here!The weekend has begun! The tiny bud on the strawberry plant encourages us to think about what may be ‘budding’ in our life that we can focus on this weekend. Welcome Saturday – ‘bud’ away!
The world knows what is happening in Ukraine. Those who live in that country, those with family living there, people around the world watching the news know about the war. There is a sense of feeling powerless, broken, fragile.
“What if” … conversations are commonplace in homes, offices, schools, factories, and shops as the world comes to grips with the human suffering happening because of the war and the nuclear threat which could lead to global destruction.
As I broke my egg for this morning’s breakfast, I remembered that while eggshells are fragile and easily broken, when a raw egg in its shell is held in the palm of a hand and squeezed, it cannot be broken.
Eggshells are strong under compression. Ukrainians are proving this day by day. They are leading the world in what it means to be a people of courage and a people who look for, pray, hope … hope for, and believe, peace is possible.
These days, peace seems like the elusive Pimpernel. War is happening in Ukraine. Shanghai has shut-down again because of COVID. There is a threat of nuclear / bacterial / chemical war. There are global financial crises and personal health / family / work struggles.
I often find myself looking to the sky – watching the clouds, the sunsets/sunrises, the birds soaring overhead. As I do, faces of dear friends appear in my thoughts. I believe that thoughts are transformed into prayer. The faces I see are the faces of those dealing with the ugly beasts called cancer, dementia, Parkinson’s, M.S., etc., and their exhausted caregivers. One was told that “nothing more can be done”. One was praying for a gentle end. One was exhausted and had decided against further chemo. One died last week.
Faces of other friends also appear in my thoughts and prayers … the faces of friends who are terrified of the pandemic that doesn’t seem to want to leave this planet; fearful of the threat of nuclear war; terrified that they/their family members/friends/neighbours will be murdered, raped, tortured by invading soldiers. One cannot sleep. One is obsessed with the news. One spoke of “ending it all now before things get worse.” When I find myself unable to process the suffering, the fear, the future for the children of this world, I remember the dove.
Since Mesopotamian times, the dove has been a symbol of peace. As I reflect, as I remember others, I discover momentary glimpses of peace which often come in the most unexpected of ways … in the awe of an eagle flying above … in the scent of a fresh lemon … in the warmth of a cup of hot chocolate … in seeing lines drawn on a page becoming a pattern or image … in the cuddle in a favourite blanket … in an afternoon nap … in the sound of gentle music
I make a conscious effort to imagine the dove again and again and again when processing the horrors of the war become too much. I picture the dove in my mind’s eye, hovering over the various cities of Ukraine; gently surrounding the hospitals, orphanages, homes, underground bomb shelters, on the battlefield, in the city streets, where the fear of those in those places is palpable, and my mind becomes a momentary place of sacred rest – of courage, strength, peace.
Fear must not be given space to overwhelm, to terrorize, to rob us of hope or of peace. Words can be powerful and can move us to consider possibilities, pray, and glimpse experience moments of peace …
“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”<Mahatma Gandhi>
“Peace begins with a smile.”<Mother Teresa>
“You can’t separate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has his freedom.” <Malcolm X>
“Peace is more important than all justice; and peace was not made for the sake of justice, but justice for the sake of peace.”<Ezra Taft Benson>
“It’s time for us to turn to each other, not on each other.” <Jesse Jackson>
“We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other’s children.”<Jimmy Carter>
“War settles nothing.” <Dwight Eisenhower>
“Nothing will end war unless the people themselves refuse to go to war.” <Albert Einstein>
“Peace is the virtue of civilization. War is its crime.” <Victor Hugo>
“People do not make wars; governments do.”<Ronald Reagan> “I was once asked why I don’t participate in anti war demonstrations. I said that I will never do that, but as soon as you have a pro-peace rally, I’ll be there.” <Mother Teresa>
“War against a foreign country only happens when the moneyed classes think they are going to profit from it.”<George Orwell>
“You don’t liberate a country standing on the soil of another.”<Fadia Faqir>
“My religion is based on truth and nonviolence.” <Mahatma Gandhi>
Peace. May there be peace on earth. And may it begin with me. Peace
“Slava Ukraini” – two words which, a month ago, were not known around the world. Since war erupted in Ukraine in February, those words have become known – a cry around the world … by people protesting in public against the war … by sharing images of what is happening in Ukraine on social media … by speeches of international politicians … by ordinary people in daily conversations .. by artists including the words in their paintings, mixed media, tangling, sculpture etc.
What do the words “Slava Ukraini” mean? What is their history? It goes back to the late 1880’s, with Ukrainian writer Taras Shevchenko’s poem “To Osnovyanenko”:
“Our thought, our song Will not die, will not perish… Oh there, people, is our glory, Glory of Ukraine!“ (Slava Ukraini = Glory to Ukraine)
During the Ukrainian War of Independence (1917-1921), the phrase “Slava Ukraini!” (Glory to Ukraine!) became part of the vocabulary of Ukrainian nationalists and when Ukraine declared independence in 1991, “Slava Ukraini” became a common patriotic slogan. In 1995, President Clinto used the phrase in his speech in Kyiv, and during the 2014 Ukrainian revolution, the phrase became a symbol of democracy and of resistance against Russian President Putin. Two months ago,“Slava Ukraini” signs began to appear around the world to show global solidarity with the people of Ukraine.
Being in ‘solidarity’ with Ukraine expresses support – financially, politically, prayerfully, in silence and in song, in creative images and in poetic form. Expressing support of Ukraine and its people is expressing support of democratic values in Ukraine and throughout the world.
May the words “Slava Ukraini” echo throughout the world, may peace come to Ukraine, and may democracy not just survive but thrive throughout the world. “Slava Ukraini!”
