White-Tail Doe
One of the neat things about going golfing in wilderness areas is the opportunity to see wildlife such as this white-tailed doe. This was just one of many seen during our few days in the provincial park. More often than not, I was at a wrong angle for a decent photo because of light. We did get to watch a coyote hunt down a mouse including the final pounce and gobbling of the small meal. Nature is amazing to watch.
Watching nature there is a number of lessons to learn. One in particular is about “rights” and “morality.” The lesson is simple. Survive and individuate. There are no right or wrong actions. One simply does and then lives with the results of the actions, or not.
For humans, it becomes a bit more complicated. We make it more complicated. We invent ‘theologies,’ we invent ‘isms,’ and we invent ‘ideologies.’ And then we compete with competing belief systems until we become far removed from the simple necessity of surviving and individuating.
Where did common sense go? Well, there can be no ‘common’ sense when there is no common understanding of life. I learned this early when I found myself wandering through different cultures where a different set of common sense was in operation. And of course, even in those cultures, frustration was evident among the members of that culture when ‘others’ within the tribe didn’t seem to operate with the same set of collective rules. It’s hard for one to follow rules when one makes choices to individuate, to honour the self in situations where one must do so in order to continue the journey of self discovery.
I Love when you say “There are no right or wrong actions. One simply does and then lives … “, and then Live.
And you go on saying that We invent ‘theologies,’ we invent ‘isms,’ and we invent ‘ideologies … And guilt. The sense of guilt.
You do something (or anything at all) and then something else is telling you that “you should feel guilty for that” or “you are responsible for my unhapppiness” and so on.
As a child, as a very little child, I was teached by my parents and grandmother that “I should feel guilty”. I grew up listening to that sentence probably even before I learnt how to speak.
Maybe because I did something in my previous life because I don´t think a child is guilty for “their” unhappinnes and sufferings as they said.
And probably the parents of my parents did the same with them, in an interminable cirlce of our egos.
Yet, as I think I told you, my emotions are still trying to posses me! To make me a slave!
They still come and manage yo make me believe and pay attention to what my mind is saying.
Love
2 Oct 09 at 2:24 AM
Thanks for your thoughts. It is interesting for me to listen to others as they resonate with words I have put down here.
Robert G. Longpré
2 Oct 09 at 12:06 PM