It is quite the enticing fable, is it not!? World peace.
When I began to become involved in the process of actively changing little parts and corners of my local community, I saw the whole world as that larger project, to make it to happen everywhere. That change I was working for in the legislative process, in the community activist network exchange. Even little things, like a Teeshirt that affirms a positive, even a smiley face, makes a difference. It sends a message there's another way to think. And it was very easy to become overwhelmed, as I felt the passion for my work, thinking this is such a good idea, why as soon as everyone has a chance to know about it, it'll be a better world.

I changed my diet, became a vegan, pursued protests and marches including the first animal rights march on DC. We circled the white house then. Signs held high, feeling that heart swell believing if we just say it, people will hear and understand. So we did that. Loudly and with conviction, and it felt good to think this was that next vibration in the harmonics of cause and effect.
I know we made a difference somehow, even for ourselves and I think that's all one can trust themselves to do, in the end. Because it's not really my responsibility to make someone think about seeing the world they live in, any differently than they can afford to let themselves trust themselves to let go, and take a look, at something else besides that what makes them feel fine and right at home.
I know a woman that is living misery as a wife. She's called me and cried and I've felt for her pain. So last call, she's speaking to the same old news, yet again, and I remember this woman I know that shared with me what she felt, when a client did the same thing repeatedly, to her. I offered this woman ideas that would effectively invest her crying time, at her choice, to taking the steps to heal the pain and free herself from what ails her time and time again. And as I'm doing this, I'm hearing that other friend of mine relate her doing the same thing, step by step. And what her client did, in response, was now happening to me, on the phone. For every out I offered her, that would require she change just one little thing in what she's doing now, she gave a reason why it wasn't able to be done at this time. Just a moment, less than the time it takes her to call me and cry again. Like, on the same road she takes to work, make an appointment at a family counseling service that's on the way. Save an extra two hours, to go in, sit down and discuss options with someone far more versed than this set of shoulders she's taking that time with now.
No. Not possible. I can't. There's no time.
I believe everything in my life, all that I experience, are like little pieces of mosaic tile, crafting moment to moment the tapestry of my life. It's a puzzle, within a symphony, within a gallery of the arts. And it's all tied with a thread that weaves it in and out so that it does make sense in time, even if not in the moment, to me. But I find that later, I see it. Something now will happen and I'm becoming so sensitive to my own sense of self, that it's like an index that will pop up something in my past, with traces of what's happening this time around it. And suddenly I get the picture. So that yesterday is better understood, as it made me who I am right now, looking back. So I take the next step, with that information, and I consider myself fortunate to have learned a lesson, for my own sake. That's how regret is assuaged, I think. I use to well with tears for it all. Childhood was excellent and yet there are things one can never take back, no matter what, because at the time it was easy to take for granted there would always be a next time. Not true. So now, when I feel myself become selfish, I stop and think how much time does it take for that what needs me to pause and spend time. I do it, and I know I learned my lesson well, by taking a moment to save myself from more tears later, for want of a second chance.
You can never change the world my friend. All you can do is take care of that inch at a time you're living now. And as a mother, that goddess that imparts the next spark to the new future, you communicate your wisdom of where you've been, to that gentle one that trusts you to it. That then becomes what you are responsible for, solely. Live the example and the sacred scripture of the ancients, will one day be said to have been your own life, well lived, in the memory of those that love you and thank you for taking the time, to be you.
Now if only I could learn that lesson about not running my mouth.

Ahhhhhh no worries, if there is an after life I'll probably be a Mime. (And allergic to grease paint!

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