Why do I write ?

Friday, May 20, 2016

Jack Grunsky: Child of the Universe

My daughter's class sang this song at her primary school's Spring concert a few days back. Such an inspiring song urging children to love, care and celebrate the land that we live on.. by our very own Canadian singer Jack Grunsky!

To love the earth and all that lives and thrives on it .. 
"This song is a celebration of the beauty of the earth and its abundance and how we are all part of the cycle of life on this planet and the universe. It is about sharing the responsibility for providing our children with a better future and doing our part to leave a legacy of love and enlightenment."

I am a child of the universe
And I follow my destiny
I have come to inherit the earth
Cherishing the legacy
Caring for this gift to me
I have come to inherit …  the earth

The lakes and the land
And the soft shoreline sand
And the rocky mountains high and so steep
And the oceans so deep       ….          

The birds flying high
And the clouds in the sky
All the flowers and the forests and trees
All the fish in the seas       …. 
 

The sunlight, the air
Living things in our care 
All the precious seeds we plant and we sow
All the food that we grow 
All the rivers and streams
All your hopes, all your dreams
All the magic in the songs that you sing
All the love that you bring    


Everyone connected to the universe 
Everyone connected to each other
I walk in beauty -  I walk in harmony 
My spirit journey - Nothing but love I see  

I am a child of the universe       
And I follow my destiny
I have come to inherit the earth

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

She sits and I count ..

Goose nesting
To my alarm, this geese couple choose a very precarious spot to nest. The mother goose has made her nest on an empty plot very close to a busy intersection.

With a lot of their habitat flattened out for new housing developments, the geese migrate home thousands of miles only to find that all their breeding places are taken by humans. This mother goose has been sitting on her eggs since the end of April. I am counting days for her and worry endlessly as to how the parents will protect the little goslings from the speeding traffic on the busy roads either side of where she sits.

The eternal fountain of spring

It is in spring alone that the invisible universal power magnificently reveals itself in a dazzling show all around. The bulged, throbbing, moist tips of every shoot stands ready to burst out into a million flowers.

Just tuning into the sight and sounds of spring washes away any last remnants of listlessness in me. The mind and body is thrilled and spurred to inspired action casting away all pettiness. Not a day should go by, I pray, without drinking from this infinite source.

"We die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason" - Dag Hammerskjold

Friday, May 13, 2016

The lost canopy: Ash goes and Hemlocks follows ..

Infected Ash tree waiting to be chopped down
Everywhere in my neighborhood, the Ash trees lie chopped down. So far over 70 million ash trees have been lost in the US and Canada due to the Asian emerald ash borer infestation and many more will go the same way. With a heavy heart, I picked up the bark of an infected Ash tree to show my children.

Just a week later, on a trip to the breathtaking Watkin's Glen in the upstate New York area, I learnt that the majestic Hemlocks ..some that are hundreds of years old, are also being fatally attacked by a pest called the woolly adelgid all the way from Georgia to Massachusetts. Can you imagine Watkin's Glen without the Hemlocks?

So much will be lost for future generations. How much more dreary the world becomes without these trees ..

The barreness of a busy life ..

Slow down, says the little turtle..
I haven't written anything in the last two months. The realization struck me hard. Usually the full comprehension of all my observations culminate in writing. I see, I feel, I think and then I write. In the last two months I have been too busy to complete this cycle. Like one feels parched from the lack of water, my soul feels parched from the lack of fulfillment.

I must walk the long pathways in solitude
I must soak in the delicate scent of blossoms
I must listen to the sweet songs of the songbirds

The little turtle urges me to slow down..
Lest spring quietly slips by me...