I Must Believe

“In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.”
― Anne Frank

 

Yesterday evening we had the privilege of hosting a remarkable person, to promote a book he’d recently published.

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Farmer, visionary, photographer, author and educator, Michael Abelman

Michael Ableman was at our home last night as the right man at the right time.  The dozens of people who came to listen and learn cared deeply about what he had to say.  His presence shown like a beacon in what has come to feel like a dark world.

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He reawakened in me and I think in others who were in attendance, our faith in the goodness of humanity.  It was a timely gift to us all.

You must not hate those who do wrong or harmful things; but with compassion, you must do what you can to stop them — for they are harming themselves, as well as those who suffer from their actions.” – Dalai Lama

Michael thinks big.  He’s not afraid to make mistakes.  He’s a searcher.  He’s humble.  He’s humorous.  Compassionate.  Clear thinking.  A visionary.  And an inspiration.

“It is very rare or almost impossible that an event can be negative from all points of view.” – Dalai Lama

You could practically feel our living room vibrate with the good will and positive energy we all felt for his journey.  His journey is our journey, no doubt about it.

The takeaway for me from the experience, is that people are basically good, kind and interested in leaving the world a better place.  I’ve been reading The Book Of Joy, which I’d written about in an earlier blog.  Both the Dalai Lama and Desmond Tutu, despite the hardships they have endured, have no doubt that, by nature, we are compassionate and kind. They both believe that by stretching those unused but present muscles, we can reveal the happiness of our true nature.

It’s a timely and appealing message that I am going to do my best to remember and act upon.

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Choose to be optimistic, it feels better.” ― Dalai Lama

 

 

 

 

 

 

How to Find Good Beyond the Evil

This is a complicated holiday season.  The glitter, the shopping and the decorating can feel imposed by the calendar, out of sync with our daily headlines of war, hate, bombings, shootings, election results and humanitarian concerns.

The tendency to feel overwhelmed by all the darkness in the world can easily let the air out of our sense of personal well-being.  It can suck the air out of conversations. It can lead to isolation and depression. Many I know seem compelled to relive the results of our November election, looking to place blame, as if that somehow could change the outcome. I don’t have all the answers, nor do the pundits, as far as I can tell.  Maybe history will inform us. It’s the same in trying to understand how the world has stood by watching the suffering in Syria.

I do sense that all the toxicity is becoming toxic in itself.  It can lead to an obsession with “news” and with social media. It’s not far downhill to pessimism and cynicism.  There is a steep personal cost in holding on to the disappointment and rage.

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This morning, when I opened Facebook, I was greeted by a photo of myself taken a few  years ago, dancing with my youngest granddaughter.  My heart melted. I thought THIS is the kind of thing that I need to keep in front of me. I was tuned into NPR. Randomly, the program I “needed ” to hear turned out to be a compelling discussion on KQED’s Forum  about The Book of Joy, Lasting Happiness in a Changing World by the Dalai Lama and Desmond Tutu.

 The message from the two giants of the spiritual world is that one must look at the arc of time during difficult times like these.  This period is an aberration.  If it were normal human behavior, we wouldn’t find it so disturbing.

Both men, coming from very different traditions, despite their incredibly difficult journeys, kept stressing the goodness of humanity.  After finding myself so moved by the photo I saw this morning, I immediately agreed.

At the risk of sounding like a Rogers and Hammerstein play,

Think mother and family love, the bonds of friendship, the arts, nurses, doctors, teachers, the White Hats in Syria, philanthropy.  If this isn’t enough, bring home the most beautiful flower you can find and place it in a vase where you’ll be able to appreciate it, watch a snowfall, find a friend who makes you laugh so hard you cry, watch the clouds change color at dusk, bake cookies and distribute them after eating several, surprise a long lost friend with a phone call, play with a puppy…well you get my gist.

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If none of that helps, you have my permission to indulge in your drink or drug of choice and have a long cry in your beer.