An Easier Life
I’ve been taking it easier, stopping on Malibu Beach for a walk each day, taking long baths at night, reading good books and watching rabbits at play in the Conejo (rabbit) Valley where I live. Part of that was to recover from the Black Widow Spider bite and part a realization that I am a better person when I have a decent amount of rest.
Martin Luther King Day saw me visit the Museum of Tolerance for the first time. It’s well worth the visit. The word Tolerance always confuses me as there is that contradiction of being so tolerant you tolerate intolerance and well that really doesn’t help. Still I was impressed, especially with the café that dealt with the topic of bullying.
Two bombs went off in Derry today and that got me thinking about the “troubles” and British occupation in Ireland, India and Australia. Rabbit Proof Fence is a must-see film on how the aborigines were fenced in like rabbits. After all the dark images and reminders of Darfur and Kosovo too , I sought hope and found it in a poem by Lithuanian poet Czeslaw Milosz:
Human reason is beautiful and invincible.
No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books,
No sentence of banishment can prevail against it.
It puts what should be above things as they are.
It does not know Jew from Greek nor slave from master.
So on a positive thought like that I went out to spend some time watching the rabbits come out to play at sunset.
From California’s Conejo Valley then here’s a simple Irish poem too best served with some music from
Colm Mac Con Iomaire http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHIHHwSpNW8
“Thíos faoin talamh istigh i bpoll, tá leaba agamsa,”arsa an coinín donn.
Heeus fween toluv istih i bul, taw laba ogumsa ersa on cuneen dun.
“Down under the ground, inside in a hole, I have a bed,” said the brown rabbit.
“Ní scríobhaim ceacht le cailc ná peann is ní théim ar scoil,” arsa an coinín donn.
Nee shkreevum kyocht leh kaheelk naw pyon is nee haym er skul ersa on cuneen dun.
“I don’t write lessons with chalk or a pen and I don’t go to school,” said the brown rabbit.
“Ach bím ag imirt, luath is mall, amuigh sa pháirc,”arsa an coinín donn.
Och beem eg imirt, looah is mol, amuh sa foyrk ersa on cuneen dun.
“But I do play, early and late, out in the field,” said the brown rabbit.
So listen to some good music from Colm Mac Con Iomaire, light some incense, settle into a good read and sleep well, a chairde.