World Run Riot?

Certainly, the avalanche of images and stories erupting from the middle east and Europe have done nothing to improve average individuals’ sense of calm and tranquility.  The ardent battle cries and vocal outrage does nothing but to increase our heightened sense of outrage, anxiety, despondency, and anger.  These images can cause trauma, and the overwhelming sense that we are powerless.

What to do?  Take it to the trees is my motto. Walk by the stream.  Stand by the pond.  Go for a hike out in nature.  Develop a gratitude list and breath it into your body::: into your nose, and out of your mouth with a count to three in, and six out, repeat two more times.  Up your exercise, get your body moving, that is one of the best ways to metabolize fear, frustration, and anger.  Yoga.  Go to the mat.  focus on muscle stretching combined with breath which can only serve to bring you back into alignment, emotionally, hormonally, spiritually.

Treat your thoughts as if you had a remote, and each set of thoughts were a channel.  You have a choice.  When a negative thought emerges, witness it, and redirect.  Quantum physicists and neuroscientists agree, that our mental images effect our bodies in the same way.  Our muscles respond one and the same whether imagined or seen through our optic nerves.  Hence NASA and the US olympic teams have employed creative visualization to develop practice in accomplishing future events.

So, even if you are in line with “Chicken Little”, remember that the thoughts you have are setting you on a course.  It’s your decision.  Look at your diet, the company you keep, and don’t feel guilty to enjoy the life offered—even if others are not.  Life is to be appreciated.   Joy is your birthright!

I leave you with the wisdom of Kentucky Poet, Wendell Berry, whose words resound and can provide the salve most needed:

The Peace of Wild Things


When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things” from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1998. Published and reprinted by arrangement with Counterpoint Press.