All across the political spectra, accusations of “Liar!” are being leveled. And quite actually the amount of lying is prodigious.
As always, the only thing we can do anything about is ourselves. How do we lie to ourselves. What to we tell ourselves that really isn’t true?
How do we let go of that? Because it gets in our way…
Of what you ask? Of Life. Why make that more difficult. Of Peace, which is already so damned difficult.
If I’m going to give Peace a chance, I’m going to have to ferret out my favorite lies. They’re so deeply ingrained at this point… and weeding was never my favorite thing. Nonetheless… here we go! Peace!
I love this picture. Is it a mirror reflecting an object? Is it an object? Is it flat and painted? Is it three dimensional? Is it convex or concave?
At some point, I have, in looking at this picture, considered all these things. I don’t know. I think I know, but I’m not sure. Here’s what I do know. Reflection or object, it’s beautiful.
If it’s a reflection it asks us to consider whether what is reflected in the mirror is truthful and beautiful. If it’s truthful, I’d hold that it was beautiful. If it’s an object do we know our beauty and our worth?
Somehow the notion of Peace dances with all of these possibilities. How do we show our Beauty and our vulnerabilities? Does our reflection tell the Truth? And how are we generous reflectors of what we see?
Peace… it’s such a lovely and confusing dance!
Things are not always what they seem. Even the most beautiful things often have their roots in the ugly. What is on the outside is sometimes carefully manicured and monitored so that what roils below isn’t visible.
My valley, and probably your valley too, is having awful heroin problems. 15 deaths in the region this year. We rank high in child abuse and spousal abuse. Some of our schools are model schools and some of them have among the lowest graduation rates in the states. Joblessness is high. Once thriving cities in this beautiful valley are rust-belt shadows.
And bad things happen in beautiful houses as well as in tenements.
And yet the sun sets on beauty. And beautiful things happen as well.
What matters is that we don’t let the beauty be all we see. Peace needs to confront the unpleasant. This needs to happen so that the people may live and the land might thrive.
We need to take a hard look at our beautiful world and roll up our sleeves. Peace gets built from the ugliness, from a longing for the beauty, but it must be built on Truth. May we Peace, today and every day. Truth matters. Peace matters. Every day.