Ordinary People

(image placeholder)Ordinary People struggle daily with dissatisfaction and unfulfilled dreams of comfort, marking time until they find a reason for their efforts, or the cause of their failure to be happy with their lives.
              Others among us however, a very few, seem blessed with a special instinct for gracious caring, a talent for discernment, a gnosis of Self, and by extension, All Good, in an otherwise frantic maelstrom of confusion.
              These Avatars are not so much the possessors of courageous hearts, as they are the Source of Generosity, the germ of pandemic Peace, the carriers of contagious Romance.  They are Humanity’s only Saving Grace, and I cherish them in my World, because Love IS The Answer to every problem conceivable by MAN.

In Memorium for the West Virginians

Coal miners are big and strong and brave and fearless., and they gamble with their lives every time they enter the underworld to scour the veins of Mother Earth for fuel to keep their families warm and fed.  If they are lucky, they live long enough to help raise their grandchildren before they succumb to years of coal dust in their lungs.  An easier death has claimed these men at the bottom of the Sago mine: no panic, no fear, no pain, no worries about their families being taken care of by the company and community, when  they’re gone.  It was an easy death together, as they held each other for warmth and rest, to sleep, perhaps to dream.  We cry for our own losses, not theirs.  They’ve won peace.