Trying to explain it to them
Leaves one feeling ridiculous and obscene....
They listen politely, and stride away
with spears and sleds and barking dogs
To hunt for food....
....Later, by fires and boiling bones
In steaming kettles, they welcome me,...
To share what they have in a hungry time
In a difficult land. While I talk on
Of the southern kingdoms, cannon, armies
Shifting alliances, airplanes, power,
They chew their bones, and smile at one another.
How many words for war does our language have? Looking into a thesaurus I see:
I add these words to this heavy list from my own life and experiences:
letting go and letting love
letting the beauty I love be what I do (Rumi)
Mary speaks of the rhythm of the Eskimo's life - hunting, maintaining the village, cooking, and sharing meals. In their simplicity, in their acceptance of a harsh life, they have rid themselves of our species' propensity for war. I wonder how a daily rhythm under the firm hand of reality could shape us so that there was a constant knocking upon the door of joy, which with the sun's rise, might just open.
What words do you have for what wars within you and without? How do you build peace to the rhythm of life and not to the rhythm to the drums of war?