I’ve enjoyed sixty-three Christmases with family and friends. Most of them were at home in the suburbs just south of Vancouver, and in the charming old heart of Vienna. A few were in rural India. One was in New Jersey, and one in North Carolina. Although all of these occasions bring back colourful memories of abundance and joy, one of the most memorable happened when I was, internally and externally, quite down and out — at the bottom of a long dive that was about to transform into a steady ascent that is still bringing me higher and higher today. Forty years ago, Christmas 1981 (before portable telephones, personal computers, The Internet, etc.) I was living in a ‘shack by the railroad track’, on the edge of a wealthy neighbourhood. At this time of my life I used to have my place open to parties with local peers on the weekends. On Monday I would cash-in all the beer bottles to buy a bit of food for the week. My fridge was always empty (except for all the alcohol from Friday to Sunday). On this occasion I came back to my humble home late Christmas evening and opened the fridge for some reason. I can’t describe to you my utter surprise when I FOUND IT PACKED FULL OF EVERY IMAGINABLE FOOD! Although I tried to find out who did it, none of my many smiling friends would admit to doing the deed. I still don’t know. When I moved back to Canada twenty years later, a mature married man who had traveled the world and enjoyed undreamed of wonderful experiences, it was about a year before I ran into one of the old crowd (back in the 1970s, a couple hundred teenagers, and then young adults, in North Delta). My heart sprang open and my chest was filled with gravity-defying mirth! Then that same day I ran into three more old buddies in various locations, between ten and thirty kilometers apart, something I consider nothing less than a miracle. (As a result I ended up organizing a reunion that brought about a hundred and fifty of us back together for a nostalgic gathering.)
One thing that life has taught me is that Friendship is the highest form of love (collective consciousness). Even in a family, if the members aren’t ‘friends’, there’s no real bond. May the whole world become a family of best friends.
“May the whole world soon enjoy the soothing state of alert thoughtless awareness, when everything flows with equilibrium, and there is no pressure of ego and conditionings on the shining heart. When this time comes, and it will, unnatural corruption and suffering will fade away in the natural light of wisdom and benevolence. Let it come!”
Although many (busy, important or insecure) people have found the Facebook phenomena a waste of time or even threating, I’ve always seen it for it’s true value: bringing humanity closer together. It’s amazing that intentions and feelings, like kindness and love, can actually be transmitted and enjoyed through an electronic, digital medium. For me, Facebook has always been, first and foremost, a huge, sunny party-house where we can meet up with old friends and make new ones — a worldwide house where every room, every minute of the day and night, can bring social surprises as well as meaningful bonding.
F.A.C.E.B.O.O.K.= Friends All Convene Enthusiastically Because Of Our (common) Kinship/Kundalini.
FRIEND: Origin: old English frēond, of Germanic origin; related to Dutch vriend and German Freund, from an Indo-European root meaning ‘to love,’ shared by the word free.
“There is none so blind as he who will not Facebook.” 😉
Along life’s long road I’ve often philosophized about the significance of birthday celebrations. Rationally they sometimes seemed to be funny, superficial rituals done out of habit. After all, what’s so special about a particular day just because it marks a certain amount of time after the date of one’s birth? It wasn’t until quite recently that I was able to see that, whatever else to the contrary we seem to be, human beings are vessels designed to hold and share tremendous amounts of the potent elixir known as love; and that, in an adult’s busy life (unlike that of most small children), we often need a special focus point in order to exude that pent up reservoir so that it, and our well-being, can be renewed. A birth day is the celebration of a loved one’s very existence on Earth — the miracle of a unique being developing into that friend in your life. The urge to celebrate this moment is universally inherent; a natural, inbuilt spark that ignites the combustible element of love (at least once a year!) Besides being a special moment for others, it suddenly brings to light our own living value. Just as the sun can’t know itself unless it sees its light gratefully received by all the flowers on Earth, we can’t know the reason for existing without the joyful kaleidoscope of reflected love in the hearts of those around us.
. I would like to thank the many friends all over the planet who thought of me with a smile today, including the hundreds who sent a few precious words of encouragement. I am once again reminded why I’m here.
It’s hard to get used to the fact that the older you get, the more often people you know disappear from your life, passing away forever into the unknown. So it’s all the more tragic when someone you love – someone young, beautiful and full of enthusiasm for life – suddenly falls by the wayside, suffering the darkness of an emotional living-death. No one in any society should be left behind, committing social-suicide and losing all hope for fulfillment, unnoticed by anyone. If you happen to know S.D. and notice her sudden absence from Facebook and other, more intimate, social circles, please send her some love – even if indirectly, as a sunbeam of prayer. I’m afraid winter has entered her generous heart, and she no longer sees her way in the world she has known. Maybe she just needs a break …
Hoping for the best,
(p.s.~ Her birthday is coming up soon)
Another friend, who sometimes called out about her distress with life’s unfairness, also recently left abruptly, but more definitely:
“I must have my ‘Invisible Cape’ on again….. no one sees me…no one hears me… yup, invisible…” (Last Facebook entry of L.P. before she died of a heart attack, age 50, on the 7th of May, 2010)
Love is a powerful river. You can’t stop its flowing.
It will always find its healing way to you … if you let it in.