[Oe List ...] Another offering

[Robertson Work]

Dear Phyllis,

Blessings to you and Len at this time of gratitude, letting go, and transformation.

Love,

Rob

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Reading about the deep power of connection I remembered a morning when in meditation I felt this deep connection to sacred earth and grabbed a pencil and begin to write my thinking. This came out. A little ditty of what I was sensing.

Connection

The whole earth is sacred, and our connecting is key.

And it’s the best way I know to help you and me.

For when we’re connected, then deeply we care.

Slaughtering elephants for tusks, almost too much to bear.

 And how we treat earth’s creatures, as the sacred they are,

Will change things completely both near and afar.

And if the guy that is hungry is sacred too,

I better think about feeding him, isn’t that true?

When I see all life as sacred, and my connection is there.

My love is overflowing and I know how to care.





On 9/7/2025 6:27 PM, James Wiegel via OE wrote:


 Thanks, Milan.  An abrupt ending.

I ran across this from W. H. Auden last week.  I think it is somehow related . . .


What we used to mean by fellowhood


"One fine summer night in June 1933 l was sitting on a lawn after dinner with three colleagues, two women and one man. We liked each other well enough but we were certainly not intimate friends, nor had any one of us a sexual interest in another. Incidentally, we had not drunk any alcohol. We were talking casually about everyday matters when, quite suddenly and unexpectedly, something happened. I felt myself invaded by a power which, though I consented to it, was irresistible and certainly not mine. For the first time in my life I knew exactly — because, thanks to the power, I was doing it - what it means to love one's neighbor as oneself. I was also certain, though the conversation continued to be perfectly ordinary, that my three colleagues were having the same experience. (In the case of one of them, I was later able to confirm this.) My personal feelings towards them were unchanged - they were still colleagues, not intimate friends — but I felt their existence as themselves to be of infinite value and rejoiced in it.

I recalled with shame the many occasions on which I had been spiteful, snobbish, selfish, but the immediate joy was greater than the shame, for 1 knew that, so long as I was possessed by this spirit, it would be literally impossible for me deliberately to injure another human being. I also knew that the power would, of course, be withdrawn sooner or later and that, when it did, my greed and self-regard would return. The experience lasted at its full intensity for about two hours when we said good-night to each other and went to bed. When I awoke the next morning, it was still present, though weaker, and it did not vanish completely for two days or so. The memory of the experience has not prevented me from making use of others, grossly and often, but it has made it much more difficult for me to deceive myself about what I am up to when I do. And among the various factors which several years later brought me back to the Christian faith in which I had been brought up, the memory of this experience and asking myself what it could mean was one of the most crucial, though, at the time it occurred, I thought I had done with Christianity for good."

~ W. H. Auden, from his Introduction to

'The Protestant Mystics',

", edited by

Anne Freemantle

Jim Wiegel

“We are all time travelers journeying into the future. But let us make that future a place we want to visit. “       Stephen Hawking

On Sep 6, 2025, at 5:37 PM, Milan Hamilton via OE <oe at lists.wedgeblade.net><mailto:oe at lists.wedgeblade.net> wrote:


My writing group, the Joslyn Joy Writers ( a bunch of seniors who meet weekly to share what they are writing. They thought this one was worthy so I am putting it out there. The assignment for the week was to write about the "Land of the Lonesome" but I took a liberty and wrote six "Haikus in the Land of the Lonely" and then put it to a simple tune and added my voice. We have to continue in poetry and song what we can't say any other way these days.

https://youtu.be/Mq_uTYpDr28

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