Author: Méia Jacobs

Hi, I’m Méia – a tree lover, artist and wanna-be poet with a passion for garden gates, art, homes, history, and audiobooks. I'm growing my roots in beautiful Door County, Wisconsin, helping others do the same, and loving every minute of it.

Humanity

It is always simple to love abstract things. It is more simple to love humanity than to love human beings, because in loving humanity you are not risking anything. A single human being is far more dangerous than the whole of humanity. Humanity is a word, an abstraction; there is no corresponding reality to it. The human being is a reality, and when you come across a reality there are going to be good times, bad times, pain, pleasure, ups and downs, highs and lows, agonies and ecstasies. Loving humanity, there will be no ecstasy and no agony. In fact, loving humanity is a way of avoiding human beings. It is because you can´t love human beings that you start loving humanity just to deceive yourself.

Osho, The Wisdom of the Sands, Vol. 1, Talk #6

(Source: osho.com)

A perspective to think about…
Can you perceive the beauty in the individual as much as you can perceive it in the whole? 

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When Giving Is All We Have

When Giving Is All We Have

Alberto Ríos, 1952

One river gives

Its journey to the next.

We give because someone gave to us.

We give because nobody gave to us.

We give because giving has changed us.

We give because giving could have changed us.

We have been better for it,

We have been wounded by it—

Giving has many faces: It is loud and quiet,

Big, though small, diamond in wood-nails.

Its story is old, the plot worn and the pages too,

But we read this book, anyway, over and again:

Giving is, first and every time, hand to hand,

Mine to yours, yours to mine.

You gave me blue and I gave you yellow.

Together we are simple green. You gave me

What you did not have, and I gave you

What I had to give—together, we made

Something greater from the difference.

(Source: https://www.poets.org)

And in giving…  We find us.  And in giving….  Joy arrives.   And in giving…  We remember. 

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The Hidden Harmony

Into the same river we step and do not step.

You cannot step twice in the same river.

Everything flows and nothing abides.

Everything gives way and nothing stays fixed.

Cool things become warm, the warm grows cool.

The moist dries, the parched becomes moist.

It is by disease that health is pleasant;

by evil that good is pleasant;

by hunger, satiety, by weariness, rest.

It is one and the same thing to be living or dead,

awake or asleep, young or old.

The former aspect in each case becomes the latter,

and the latter again the former,

by sudden unexpected reversal.

It throws apart

and then brings together again.

All things come in their due seasons.

Into the same rivers we step and do not step…

– Heraclitus 



Just flow. Nothing is permanent. You change every moment. Just flow. 

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