Art by Charlie Mackesy
Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you wanted to paint a rosy picture, then someone threw gloom all over your pretty watercolor?
Not into watercolors? Well, I’m not talking about them anyway, I’m talking about how people get beaten down by the complexity of life.
And there is that person standing in front of you venting, complaining about how bad it is, and you stand there wondering how to maintain a happy medium—listen to them, calm their fears, yet save your own sanity.
You can walk away, but if the voice you hear is coming from the earth--it’s coughing, from the marketplace--its yammering, from the military--its booming, from the deranged people that are doing bad things, or from people who have given up hope, you can’t walk away.
James Fenimore Cooper said,“To find the medium takes some share of wit, so tis a mark fools seldom hit.”
But we’re not fools, and we are making a momentous try to follow the Hippocratic oath, “First do no harm.”
Second, we’re searching for answers on how to clean up the messes we’re already made.
It astounds me when I look into technology. My14-year-old grandson knows more about scientific concepts I don’t even know the meaning of, like nanotechology, quarks, blending, fractals, see, what in the heck?
Look at the wiring of the space capsule and you wonder how in the world they can ever untangle that spaghetti of wiring, and now instead of wires, it's done with Micro chips soldered into little boards. Those microchips have so much information packed into them it reminds me of the old argument, “How many angels can stand on the head of a pin?” Now they would say, “How many bits of information can you stack onto a microchip?”
If we have people within our culture who understand such technology, then we have people who can understand at an earth level, how to address global warming, how to grow healthy food, how to teach people to be kind, and there are those who will teach us that we came here for a reason, that we have a gift to give, and that the world needs that gift.
Look-it there at all that talent going to waste.
We're so into comparing ourselves to others, believing the dribble that many are called few are chosen, meaning try as you might, you probably won’t make it (artists, writers, painters, musicians). Get a job. (Contribute to another’s dream instead of having your own.)
Don’t listen to them.
Give your gift.
You are what the world needs.
I so love Charlie Mackesy's artistry that I had to buy his book, The Boy, the mole, the fox and the Horse. What wit, wisdom.
"The world that I am required to inhabit is this one, but the world that I long to inhabit is the one that Charlie Mackesy has created."
The Frog's Song by Joyce Davis
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Joyce's travels have taken her beyond the shores of her native continent, but she's back where she started, in Oregon.