I live here

17 Nov

not in my nameI’ve watched the news in sorrow. News of deaths, of outpourings of sympathy, of despair that other deaths go relatively unmourned as people of all faiths and backgrounds flee in terror. Mostly they are running from those would kill them if they cannot control them. Sometimes, though, they are fleeing the bombs of those trying to stop the terror. Everyone runs from bombs, no matter what their source. And the hate and the fear and mistrust grows all around.

peace parisI write a blog about world peace. It’s an odd topic for a blog, but it grew out of the premise that if we all understood each other better, if we listened, if we could feel another’s pain and joy as our own, world peace would be achievable. I know how idealistic this is. But I believe it.

We have to harden our hearts, steel our minds against empathy in order to commit the sorts of atrocities that have filled the news. We have to lie to ourselves deep within to justify behavior that we know is wrong. It is easy to argue and point fingers and incite others to be afraid and angry with us. It takes so much more strength to soften and allow understanding. It is far more difficult to admit that, at our core, we are sisters and brothers.

parisYet here we are, throwing rocks at each other on this little playground that we call earth. The teachers and other adults appear to have left, and we seem like a bunch of rambunctious children, often dedicating ourselves to finding ways to make each other miserable. It’s time for us to grow up. The playground gets smaller every day. The calls to hate and hurt grow stronger, made more powerful by the technologies we have invented. Our “rocks” and other ways of harming each other have grown exponentially with our cleverness.

Most of us want better. Yes, the few who prefer chaos, or think they have a right to control others lives or end them if they cannot, must be won over to compassion, and they must be isolated and rendered harmless until they are. But as we do that, we must avoid becoming insensitized to the humanity of others, lest we become the very thing that we are trying to stop.

We need to fix this, not make it worse. It’s important. We are talking about our home here. herelive







(For more on this subject see my post “And the Hate Goes On…“)


Posted by on November 17, 2015 in being better, empathy, peace


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8 responses to “I live here

  1. paulettemotzko

    November 17, 2015 at 12:19 AM

    Wonderful concept for a blog and you did an outstanding job writing this post that I reblogged on Totally Inspired Mind that has about 2345 followers from upwards of 100 countries.

    Keep up the great work. We need more people like you in the world.

    Paulette Le Pore Motzko

    • Sherrie Cronin

      November 17, 2015 at 12:25 AM

      Thanks so much and I appreciate the reblog. Always wonderful to meet a kindred spirit! Just checked out your blog and am following it and looking forward to reading more.

    • paulettemotzko

      November 17, 2015 at 1:25 AM

      Thank you Sherrie. You make me happy I spend all the time involved making it the web site you see.

  2. davekingsbury

    November 17, 2015 at 5:08 AM

    Heartfelt yet head-directed … appropriate!

    • Sherrie Cronin

      November 17, 2015 at 2:53 PM

      Thanks. That is praise that is especially appreciated given how much I enjoy your blog. Best to you!

  3. Enlightenment Angels

    November 17, 2015 at 12:31 PM

    Reblogged this on ENLIGHTENMENT ANGELS.

    • Sherrie Cronin

      November 17, 2015 at 2:54 PM

      Thanks for the repost, Enlightenment Angels, and wishing your lovely blog all the best!

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