Hola
mi Gente,
So,
who wants to be a billionaire? LOL Just in case you haven’t noticed, there’s a
Powerball Lottery now worth $1.5 billion. Of course, the chances of any
one of us winning that nice sum is about 300 million in one, but that’s
not stopping anybody (including yours truly) from buying a ticket or two. I
call it a poor tax because only people without wealth actually play these games
(and never win). What would I do if I won, you ask? Well, you didn't ask but my
first act would be to set up a substantial endowment for people and
organizations who are challenging the dangerous concept of punishment as
justice and fighting to abolish prisons. Really.
I
use variations of the following in some of my talks…
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The Starfish Story
Early
one morning a man was walking along the beach, watching the ocean waves
breaking on the shore, and he saw a most unusual thing. He saw that the beach
was littered with thousands of starfish that had been washed up on shore and
were dying in the sun. Far down the beach in the distance, he could see a young
woman picking up starfish and throwing them back in the ocean, one at a time.
When
he was close enough to her to be heard above the waves the man said, “You’re
wasting your time. There are thousands of starfish here. You can't possibly
make any difference.” The young woman reached down, picked up a starfish, and
threw it as far as she could, back into the sea. “I made a difference to that
one,” she said, and she reached down to pick up another.
*
* *
The
message and implication of the story is clear -- all our actions reverberate,
making an indelible impact, however small, in the fabric of our shared lives.
But I also use this story to illustrate another, more personal, but equally
important point.
Those
of us who are fortunate enough to awaken only to find the wreckage of our past
are often faced with the task of attempting to pick up the pieces. It may seem
like an impossible challenge. Like the seashore littered with all those
thousands of starfish, it may seem to us that nothing we do will make a
difference. But as in the story, the point is to make the commitment to pick up
the pieces. Every little action you take, one day at a time -- sometimes one
breath at a time -- makes all the difference. The point isn’t found in
perfection, it is uncovered in the practice.
One
by one, you pick up the pieces... Over there, the pieces of your shattered
heart, by that rock, the shards of your mind, there, blowing in the wind, your
withered soul. You pick them up one by one, lovingly, with compassion, and you
give them sustenance and one day you awaken and you realize you are more whole,
more balanced, and you will feel in your heart of hearts how far you have
journeyed.
And
in that way the reverberations you send out leave an indelible mark on the
fabric of all that is connected and bring back to life all the dead zones
within you.
My
name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…
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