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Children Are the Future

My daughter and I standing near the Old North Bridge in Concord, Massachusetts, the place that would mark the beginning of the (not-so)Revolutionary War.

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April's breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the world.

--Ralph Waldo Emerson from Concord Hymn.

There I was almost seven years ago now, in one of my favorite places, Concord, MA, with my daughter wriggling out of my arms in this historic landmark that glorifies the story of war, perhaps more than it honors the men dead.

(BTW if you are ever in the area go and give yourself something special at the Louisa May Alcott museum, and at the least, visit Walden Pond nearby to see Thoreau's little cabin--and mmmm, just bask in the magic of all these thinkers turned loose in the woods!)

I didn't know it at the time, but my wiggly little daughter and I stood there as an answer to a call for peace heard around the world.

Yes, being this little one's mother would be what would propel me into an entirely different universe, one that would accept nothing less than learning how to stop warring.

I had the craziest dream the other night! I was somewhere, in some random part of the dream landscape, belting at the top of my lungs, The Greatest Love of All, the song made popular in the '80's by Whitney Houston. I woke up laughing. First of all, you don't want to hear me belt this song. Second, I'd forgotten completely about this song!



So, is this why I played this song on repeat through too many of my formative years, because, gosh darn, its essence would become my mission on this planet, to teach the children who they really are, to help them see their splendidness, but only after I found my own, and could see yours?

Oh, the gems of wisdom I am finding hidden everywhere, waiting to be revealed, seen through new eyes-- in the literature of the greats, the manifestos, the mantras, the cliches, even the popular ballads that you heard enough to make you throw up--all planted along in our experience--that begin to look different through new perception, somehow placed on an entirely different landscape, a different playing field, becoming more deeply understood, and dare I say, crucial, even. One book that I recently reread was Siddhartha. A crowning achievement of Mr. Hesse, if I might say so myself. I also toured through his other writings, and found many of the details of my past, present and future living there, much of my psyche represented.

Oh, the oneness, the solidarity, that rings right through our historical and literary figures and events, right back into our hands today.

Oh, all the rediscovery, just waiting!

Okay, back to the children...

What's it going to be like to have children growing up to feel free to be authentic? to have been loved unconditionally, given permission to follow their hearts?

I can't wait to see!

Our world will change, but not because our children will fight for it, rather they'll stop fighting. They'll stop checking out--no lifeless reaching for the next great escape for these little ones, be it chemical, political, personal, professional. These great escapes will have a different meaning, and will be all part of their great adventure--not a way of gaining power, disengaging or dulling the senses to avoid feeling lost and separate.

Nope they'll stand there right in the fire, and have the courage to lay down arms, open their great big hearts and let each other in. They'll forget all about tradition and hallowed structures if they hurt, because any need to adhere to the old will have been burned away by the brightness of their countenances, and their ability to relate--their ability to really smile at one another and see their smile reflected, and feel it happening in this pure space.

I've experienced this place, with the unlikeliest of people. And it makes me courageous, people! Fiery for the pursuit of peace that can feel so healing, so gentle, so good, so full of fresh possibility!

Can I just tell you that the song playing on the radio right now is REM Shiny Happy People Holding Hands. I kid you not. It is crazy with the song lyrics at the moment!

I can't wait for the children to grow up like this! I can't wait to keep growing up like this!

hmmm, wonder how many things I'm currently singing that I will have yet to uncover having such precious significance to the journey.

I wonder how many children are standing right at this moment at a historic landmark like this one, and hearing this call to wake up, already-- to another kind of life, just waiting to be gorgeously lived.

Okay, since it seems to be about song lyrics today, here is one more beautiful song. I just love Rob Thomas of Matchbox Twenty. His story is inspiring, his songs and lyrics are, in my opinion, right up there with Hesse's novels-- in essence, he is one old soul.

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  1. What an ALIVE post, dear Brooke! I can just feel your energy, the beauty you are gorgeously living!

    Let us celebrate!

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