Love Sees… And Sees What Love (You) Can Do About It.

 “I abandoned the bird’s-eye view that lets you see everything from above, from the sky. I assumed a worm’s-eye view, trying to find whatever comes right in front of you–smell it, touch it, see if you can do something about it.” – Muhammad Yunus, founder of the Grameen Bank–a unique organization established for the sole purpose of extending microcredit to the poorest of the poor in Bangladesh. 


Soon as I read that, I gained an understanding of what I’ve been seeing, and where I’m being lead, in order to see more.
As for me, the act of abandoning one point of view for the other, is unnecessary.
The idea is to really see, from wherever I am.Sometimes above from the sky.
Sometimes below in the mud.

After nearly two years of seeing from the rock bottom and assuming a worm’s-eye view. At what seems to be the most unlikely of times, I am finding my wings, and being led higher, to see from a bird’s-eye view.
The sudden change of view can be confusing, disorientating and scary. Transitions and change always is at first. But I am learning over and over again that allowing faith to come alongside my fears, changes everything.And the thing about birds is that, they’re not always up in the sky. They’re down on the grass too, seeing from a worm’s-eye view. The difference is, they have the freedom of choice. To also see from the rock on top of the ground, or to see behind green bushes. Or go higher up, for a different point of view, from tree to tree, till it’s time to soar higher still.

“I braced, feeling my heart thudding in my chest. Come on, little bird. Come on. But the bird didn’t move. It seemed afraid, petrified. Suddenly the mother bird appeared. She gave her youngling a gentle push, and off it flew. The bird soared over the treetops… listen for the Voice that bids us come to the edge, and that we would welcome the gentle push of God, who is both our wings and the wind that bears them up.” – Sue Monk Kidd
What are you seeing today, right where you are? Are you seeing that your very presence in your present circumstances, can make a difference to those around you?
Love is not blind. Love sees… and sees what love (you) can do about it.
And sometimes, it is not so much a matter of doing, but a matter of being. Just be present. Be there. Be aware… remember them in prayer.
Could it be, you are right where you are, to be Love in the midst of a raging storm?
“From a bird’s eye view I can see we are family… from a bird’s eye view I can see you are just like me.” – Jason Mraz

Love,

Mish.

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“Fear less, hope more; Eat less, chew more; Whine less, breathe more; Talk less, say more; Love more, and all good things will be yours.”- Swedish Proverb

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Ooooh such calm, normality a uniformed pattern…

Yes shake it up baby…


turn it on it’s head…

Welcome to Today, another Chance to Change things…

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Don’t we all know that we are loved when someone takes the time to step into our reality?

I’ve always taken a measure of pride in the fact that I’m easy-going and flexible.

Nothing provokes more irritation in me then the need to structure, plan and schedule every minute of life.

I’ve been a spokeswoman for spontaneity, of using intuition instead of a paper map when in doubt. I enjoy a healthy amount of chaos.

I find it mostly humorous that before boarding a train in India, you have to ask at least 5 people whether that train is actually yours. The ridiculousness of the fact that a train can be 14 hours late and no one raises more then a little sigh of protest is unbelievable.

Back home, a half an hour delay means that the next 3 days are absolutely ruined beyond repair. The train company is damned to hell and stories will be shared over coffee breaks about the great ordeal.

Reason and understanding take a leave to make room for temporary insanity. And I find myself annoyed not at the train delay, but at the irrational reaction it causes.

Efficiency, bulletproof plans and organized execution of them has made Finland the well-fare nation it is today. My nation has had to concentrate on working the land, building from the ruins of war, because the other option was death. I understand that. Planning is in our DNA.

But it’s not me. I didn’t grow up in plan-land.

To me it’s like wearing an itchy sweater: I know it’s useful, but it’s just too uncomfortable. Yet here, in Waasta, to my horror I’m finding the finnishness in me.

No matter how different my childhood was, no matter how much perspective it gave me, finnish blood still flows in my veins. The cultural DNA is in me. It only needed a different venue to make its appearance.

I’ve spent the morning hours preparing lessons for the wee ones. Lessons with a clear motive filled with organized fun and spiced with just enough education to make it worthwhile. We’ve written a Christmas play, assigned roles, and devised a weekly rehearsal schedule. Everything makes sense, we have a direction, a goal, I love it! All I need to do is execute the plan and everyone will be happy.

Until reality hits. Until I’m trying to sit 8 little bumps on a carpet to practice “Twinkle twinkle little star “and none of them want to participate. One runs off to get another carpet, the other wants me to hold our cat. One is too busy finding lice in her head to sing and none of them speak more then 15 words of English.

This is when the finnishness in me rises. I just want my plan to work: today’s assignment was to learn the song. We don’t have time to play badminton, or look for lice. My plan..just..please go with the plan. And then the thought hits me; this must be what everyone else feels when the train is late. The day plan is ruined. I don’t have control. I have to climb down from my schedule castle and face the chaos of reality.

So, I hold the cat, a look for lice and I promise we will pay badminton after we practice “twinkle twinkle” for 10 minutes.

In the midst of a heated game of badminton, Smriti, a quiet, big-eyed six year old holds a brochure of Waasta in front of my nose.

” This Tikiapara. I sit here,” she says, pointing to a picture of the ragpicker’s slum. 

And there is my lesson: what these children need from me is just to be present.

It’s easy to hide behind a plan. It creates the illusion of control. But it keeps me detached. It suffocates the little voices that want to unveil snippets from their excruciating pasts.

And don’t we all need that from each other? To know that we are not just timeslots in each other’s schedules or add-ons to each other’s social lives.

Don’t we all know that we are loved when someone takes the time to step into our reality? When someone isn’t afraid of the mess we are in, but jumps into the mire and hands us a rope.

So I’m praying for wisdom and guidance to know how to be. Just to be. And love these girls not through my plans but through my presence in their lives.

Love,

Inka

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Hailing from Finland, growing up in Turkey, and now working in West Bengal India–in a girls protection program. 21 soon 22 year old Inka Vappula is one of the two awesome contributors in a private fb group, “Don’t worry, chicken curry–a virtual scrapbook of Indian adventures”. In her own words: “I’ve only discovered this love for writing in the last 6 months or so, and thinking that anyone else would want to read what I write still sounds quite alien to me. But I’m practicing the art of jumping into challenges… and I guess this is a perfect chance to grow.”

theloveculture

We are hard wired for Love–to live love, to breathe love and to share love with others.

There is a deep emptiness in humanity that can only be filled with Love.

If we realize the power of love to heal and transform lives, we would learn to GIVE LOVE, as much as we’d like to receive love.

My wife and I have had the privilege to share Love with leprosy patients for the last 7 years in the Philippines.

We combine our roles as counselors, teachers and healers through the creative use of music and massage therapy to bring hope and comfort to their dark world of pain and rejection.

Treated as the scorn of society, leprosy patients are often reduced to feeling like they’re good for nothing. Most people do not want to touch them, out of an erroneous fear of contamination, reinforcing the blatant lie of how unlovable…

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“Love Sometimes Wants To Do Us A Great Favor: Hold Us Upside Down And Shake All The Nonsense Out.” – Hafiz

“Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger,
Only to someone who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

Stay close to any sounds that make you glad you are alive.

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.
I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in the darkness, the astonishing light of your own being.

There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.” – Hafiz / Hāfez

And another good and apt one, especially picked out by Sober Boots

“I know the voice of depression
Still calls to you.
I know those habits that can ruin your life
Still send their invitations.
But you are with the Friend now
And look so much stronger.
You can stay that way
And even bloom!…
Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins
That may buy you just a moment of pleasure,
But then drag you for days
Like a broken man
Behind a farting camel…” – Hafiz / Hāfez

Khāja Shamsu Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Shīrāzī (Persian: خواجه شمس‌ دین محمد حافظ شیرازی‎), known by his pen name Hāfez(1315/1317–1389/1390),[1] was an Iranian poet. His collected works composed of series of Persian literature (Diwan) are to be found in the homes of most people in IranAfghanistan and Tajikistan, as well as elsewhere in the world, who learn his poems by heart and use them as proverbs and sayings to this day. – Wikipedia

Love,

Mish.

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“Fear less, hope more; Eat less, chew more; Whine less, breathe more; Talk less, say more; Love more, and all good things will be yours.”- Swedish Proverb

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It’s not a game, it’s not about winning and losing, it’s not about control, it’s just about accepting that’s who you are, in this moment of time. xx

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Living, Loving The Question

Can you tend to your questions like a green bean experiment?

Lay it out on soft cottons of patience? Watering it daily with hope and prayers, while allowing it plenty of room to breathe, even as you invite the Light of the Answer to shine on your seed? 

Or do you—like I used to do and sometimes still do—drown the question in a flood of noise and bury it deeper still, beneath the layers of fear?

On the flight back home from my 3rd Silent Retreat in the land of the flying lanterns, I took out a pen and wrote across the palm of my hand,

Living, Loving The Question.

It’s a reminder to me, even as I’m growing to appreciate the value of living the question. Going a step further, these days I actually hug the question to sleep, so I can hear the heart behind the hitting questions.

 “Notice what you notice” as we recently learned in the retreat, from Sheila Pritchard, author of ‘The Lost Art of Meditation’.

From one leaping squirrel of thought to the next tree of contemplation.

To a butterfly of questions fleeting quietly by, in ones, twos or threes.

Over and over again, I am learning, the answers are within the questions.

To place this little reflection into a firmer context, I want to share a little something I wrote to my friend a month back, but is still just as relevant:

All is not well in my world…
and yet, it is well. A paradox.

Several monsters came crashing into my world, all at the same time. Took a while to wrap my head and heart around it all.

I’ve not met someone who preys on human kindness before–but now that I have… I have no words to describe how I feel at the moment.

(But then I go on to describe those feelings as best as I can.)

At first it was shocking, then disgusting, and then disappointing, followed by anger. But then later, a sickening sense of fear took over. Now, it’s just kinda sad that a person would go through so much manipulation and deception to spin a web of lies to get what could’ve been given freely.

Before I was done dealing with that monster, another old one reared its ugly head. (This monster, is even more disturbing than the first!) I was really in the dark… as to what should / could be done about it all.

As I was seeking for Direction, one morning, the answer came in a familiar question.

“What would Love do?”

This time, I’m feeling so much resistance to this question.

“What Love would do?” is the hardest thing to do of all.

And yet, it is also the easiest.

It requires no force, no resistance, “no doing” in the sense that nothing can be done that has not been done… it only requires a new level of surrender… to what has to Be.

And what has to Be, will not be pleasant or easy.

Confronting the truth and reality of things rarely is.

But I read something today that is so apt and true.

“This interior integration and healing of the soul is our aim. But it can’t happen if we avoid the pain and tensions within us. Once, when my counselor and I were discussing Joseph Campbell’s captivating dictum “Follow your bliss,” he commented, “It may be just as important to follow your agony.”

Perhaps we can’t find our real bliss until we begin to confront our agony.” – Sue Monk Kidd

Follow your agony.
What would Love do.

Kind of the same thing.

End of cut and paste. Now I will add to that,

Living, Loving The Question.

It’s kind of the same thing, isn’t it?

To live and wait with the question can be an agonising experience, but as we Let Go and Let God, allow plenty of Son-Light in, growing stronger in Faith, Hope and Love, we’ll begin to realise it’s the loving thing to do.

Fear works the opposite. It drives you to kill the questions that were meant to be the seeds for growth.

Love on the other hand, sees the questions through and allows it to live and find its way into the light. Quietly, expectantly, hope-fully.

Love,

Mish.

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“Fear less, hope more; Eat less, chew more; Whine less, breathe more; Talk less, say more; Love more, and all good things will be yours.”- Swedish Proverb

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