A poet once penned a prescient verse:
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.*
By age 40 I finally learned that processed sugars, those elements injected by manufacturers into a plethora of foods, led to metabolic illnesses. My body (and mind) had suffered from ignorance of this fact. When I learned of the ill effects, I determined to be very cautious—and I would not give children candies, soft drinks, or other foods sweetened with high-fructose corn syrup or any simple sugars that would compromise health.
We provided my son with school lunches of only whole foods with fruits or fruit juices. We learned later that he had traded some of his lunch items with others for their soft drinks, pastries, and candies. You can’t control life!
We’d occasionally find candy wrappers “hidden” under his bed. So, when he was younger he found ways to satisfy his sweet tooth. We need to taste the sweetness of life.
Our total ban may have whet his desires to have sweets. Perhaps there was, for a time, a sort of silent passion he developed to find ways to acquire the banned substances. At least that appeared to be the case.
It wasn’t that he advertised his desires or argued. He was a gentle soul as a child, teenager, and now as an adult. He would quietly observe, accept, adjust when need be, and keep on keeping on.
Every desire, expressed or held silently can be seen as an asking. Each thought is like a prayer of appeal. Most thoughts are too brief to cause much concern; however, the ones you think often solicit, consciously or subconsciously, and bring that thing, person, or emotion you think about more front and center into your life.
This is the “law of attraction” that seemingly never fails to prevail. Think it and a creation begins. Believe strongly enough you won’t succeed and you won’t; on the other hand, a belief that desires will unfold, supported by consistent thoughts aligned to it—that is, you don’t pull your hook out of the water just because a fish hasn’t taken it yet—will lead them to manifest in some way.
As a friend and I worked on a project together, we would meet for lunch at a local restaurant. Her son and mine were both nine years old. She always provided the soft drinks (or other sweets), not unlike most parents at the time. The server or course brought her boy the largest soda on the menu.
I saw my son’s eyes widen, but he knew I wouldn’t buy him such, and he didn’t plead with me; however, I could read his thoughts: “Billy has one, and I sure would like one too.” You could surmise that he was politely and silently asking.
I observed. I could see he was resigned to drink water, yet at the same time he was calm and open, happy to be at a restaurant. He’d apparently, however, not removed his fishhook from the water, for two minutes later the server arrived with a large soft drink, gave it to my son, and said, “Its on the house.” ∆
There’s a clear pond of being.
You drop a pebble into it, and ripples form.
They will undulate across this sea of consciousness.
What kind of waves do you want to create there?
* William Blake, “Auguries of Innocence,” from Poems, edited by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1863)
I loved this one: reminds me of my mothering days, when I proclaimed our house a Nintendo-free zone. I wanted to give my boys--and their pals-- the message that there's a world outside of a tv screen, and they can come up with games inside or outside. That worked fairly well...for a while. After all, I was The Mom and had The House for the neighborhood kids becuase I offered great snacks and backyard. Yet...
Of course there was coveting of the forbidden video games going on in my kids minds. So, they started going to their pals' homes more and more--which was fine until I found out they were doing so for the games.
So...
I decided I'd rather create a safe space for my kids and their pals, and bought the Nintendo. There were Nintendo play hours: 2 hours max, and then they needed to go outside or whatever. It actually worked. There were complaints from the other kids, of course: but they ended up having too much fun with old fashioned playtime.
Thus was my re-introduction to moderation or the middle way. I wasn't fond of this choice, but as times rapidly changed to life in a small handheld device, I see how that moderation helped them--and me! in the future:
I turn off the phone when I'm in the forest. I am present with what is: birds, flowers, fungus squirrels trees.... et al. And with that attention, I co-create a world where Nature is a significant part of my every day reality.