Haven’t blogged in a while, been drawing and working in my art journal (taking an amazing class by the way) and have been expending a ton of my creative energy there. I’ve been doing a lot of handwriting in my other journals as well. I can type all day and get nary a cramp, but when I pick up a pen, I seem to have about an hour (on my best days) to write and spew on the page before my hands begin to cramp up. So. This has seemed to make me want to handwrite all day long. I guess I’ve been feeling like, I only have so many more days in my life that I’ll be able to handwrite notes, blogs, journal entries (etc) so I’ve been writing in and all over everything in sight. (See how stubborn I am?) I always have felt as though I want to leave a ton of stuff behind when I shuffle off the mortal coil, stuff to read, paintings to look at, etc. I want to leave as much of myself as I can for my kids and grandkids. I want them to be able to (when they miss me) pick up a diary or journal and read what was on my heart on a particular day. Or read one of my books and feel close to me. I’ve always felt like writing was a way to be kinda immortal.
Anyhoo, I was thinking today about the world at large and how we all, as humans, have a tendency to segregate ourselves. Yes, you’ve heard this rant before (“why can’t we all just get along??!!”) but I was thinking today about the world as a huge quilt.
Come along with me, if you will. Picture this: So, the entire world is a huge quilt. (No, I’m not a flat-earther, but just go along.) Every color-patch on said quilt represented a place on the earth (or a race, religion, tribe, or culture). I was thinking that the blues, those who live in the blue area, they’re always gonna see the world as blue. They’ll go to their grave swearing the world is blue and that is the only truth in the universe. Well, meanwhile, the yellows on the other side of the world, they are doing the same thing with yellow. They see only yellow, every thing has that golden glow. You can tell them the world is blue, but they’re not buying it. “The world is Yellow!” They will shout at the top of their lungs. “You others are idiots! Everyone with any sense knows, it’s yellow.”
Same for greens,
Same for reds,
Same for purples, etc ad nauseum.
So, each color on the quilt, they’re seeing only their own limited perspective. Still with me?
Is Yellow wrong? Are the blues?
Or is the quilt, the quilt, no matter what color?
Now, here’s the mind-blowing part.
The quilt is TRUTH. You thought this was about race relations, right? Well, there is that whole issue, but more than that, I am always flabbergasted that humans still think they corner the market on truth. If you’re in the blue section of the quilt, then your truth is that blue is the THING. There is only blue and everyone MUST believe it cuz it’s the truth. You might try to tell them about all the other lovely colors, but they will cover their ears and sing, “lalalalalala, I can’t hear you!” being as unteachable as a garden stump.
For many years I was in my little patch of the quilt and thought I had it all figured out, I was good to go. Then my world grew and expanded and I saw that there are more truths in the universe than any of us will likely ever grasp. They don’t fit in one book, not even in hundreds of books. I do NOT have it all figured out, and I believe, neither do you. That’s my belief. (Not to dis any of you and your green quilt patches or whatever) because I’ve also learned to love all the colors on the entire quilt, all the followers of those colors, all the believers of those colors, knowing now, that THIS is their truth, and I have NO right to judge it.
Perspective. It’s a thing, people. Nobody knows everything. Hopefully each color has a piece of truth.
Always be humble and kind as we all seek truth together.
Peace Out,
Pammy
