Sometimes you can get possessed by a weird and sudden urge, without being able to explain why. A while ago my friend and I were selling our stuff at a little local Fleemarket. The evening before – I had packed everything for the next day and was ready to go to bed – I decided, very last minute, to go through ALL my buttons and sort them by shape and colour. ALL meaning my giant collection of two tins filled to the rim.
There I was, sorting. Almost meditative. I found so many pretty buttons I had forgotten about, thinking of items they could brighten up. And I found so many light blue buttons, too. Light blue is not really my colour (she writes, while dressed in a white dress with light blue polka dots… sometimes exceptions are to be made). I started bundling them, the light blue buttons, sort by sort. No use for me, but ready to be sold at the market I decided.
The next day, Market Day. The sun was out, bright and hot. We had a lovely day, selling this and that. The bundled light blue buttons were waiting on a saucer to be sold. A man came up to our stall. When he saw the buttons he started to collect them, every bundle. “How much for all these buttons?” he asked. And the deal was done. Curiosity came over me. “Why do you need so many blue buttons, if I may ask?”
He told me this: back in the olden days an alcoholic would get a blue button for every year they were sober. He was a recovering alcoholic. Therefor he was covering an old jacket with blue buttons all over, as a trophy and reminder for being sober, year after year. And he touched my heart telling me this in all honesty.
Sometimes you can get possessed by a weird and sudden urge, without being able to explain why. I can explain now, why I had to sort and bundle my button-collection that evening.
Heart #9 – Money heart, all in red.
I’m thankful for all the money coming my way. It might not be much, but I’m thankful for every tenner I can fold a heart from ;-) “Money can’t buy love” they say. However, to me money means the ability of taking care of me, the ability of treating and surprising others. I think that’s love, don’t you?
What is your heart made of today? Share your picture using #aheartaday and let’s fill this worldwideweb with love, compassion and self-made (or self-found) hearts!
[I love love and I love hearts! But oh, there’s too little of it, this world needs more love. So let’s change that, step by step. Away with pessimism. Away with hate. Let’s fill this world with love. And hearts. To show compassion towards each other, towards the planet, towards ourselves. It proves to be difficult for so many of us. But instead of judging it’s more meaningful to show love, to respond with love, to act out of love. Say it with hearts.
I’m sharing A Heart A Day. Homemade. Every day I will create a heart and post it on this blog. Will you help me make love and hearts spread like a contagious but healthy disease?]
Like you, I’m shaken by the happenings in Paris. I’m shaken by the refugee crisis. Shaken by those who say it’s the refugees who are behind these attacks. Shaken by people who praise the attacks.
But I’m not here to give my opinion on all the fires in the world. Simply because I don’t have the words nor – like anyone on this planet – the knowledge to form a true and balanced opinion on this matter. We all have our own truths and there is enough pointing of fingers going on already.
Instead, I would like to talk about love. I was raised with stories of miracles (provided by Waldorf education and my parents) from all different religions and backgrounds. Cheesy but true, these stories in the end always were about love. It was and still is love. Love for oneself, for one-another, for a god. Underlying foundation for religion = love.
That’s why to me, all religions are the same. When thoroughly dissected they are based on that one core ingredient. What a shame they’ve all lost that ingredient. What a shame that we all have gone so far from that main subject that the opposite is what’s reflected in our world today. Hate.
What a shame. And believe me, we all should be ashamed of ourselves. No matter what religious views we hold or how strong our Atheist visions.
So here we are. Our world on fire. Voices raised, fingers pointed. And we just do…what exactly? We wait. We wait for our world leaders to condemn and for the Pope to shake hands with the Imam. Hoping that after that, everybody will follow their example. But if we’ve learned from the past, we know that doesn’t work. Otherwise we wouldn’t be where we are today.
I believe it has to come from us. From within. Pure love and compassion. Openness towards each other. From grocer Jack and the school teacher to your neighbours and you. From the local church to the Islamic policeman. Let’s drop our megalomania.
We don’t own this planet. We live here, that’s all. We should never think we are superior. Not to each other, not to this world. Because we are not. After all, we are just like animals or trees, a flower; we exist and grow but only because of nature’s magic. Let’s find back our humane core. The gesture has to come from us. Individuals. We have to reach out, shake hands. Show our love. Talk and listen. We are the change.
Yes, you may always say I’m a dreamer. That I’m naive. But believe me, I’m not the only one. And I think it’s time to pursue our naive ideas instead of always reason – because has reasoning stopped the world from burning? Has pointing fingers made us come closer? Indeed, it has not. It’s time to stop follow populists blindly or let fear take over. Go on, dream and be naive. Touch hearts. Just like this guy.