“Oneness” of Mind


I’d like to begin today’s post by admitting my brain is not what it used to be.  Therefore, I must do this right up top or I’ll forget.  I’ve been in this blogging game for five months, and forgive me as I’m still learning blogosphere etiquette.  With that being said, I’d like to send a hearty shout out, and a mention of two new writer buddies/sisters/bloggers; my new west coast connection Nutschell who has awarded me an amazing and wonderful blogger prize. And, secondly my down under sister/writer Stace who I’ve mentioned before, but neglected to provide a website address.  She has kindly given me the Versatile Blogger award.  Please make your way over to these sites and give them a hearty thumbs up.

Moving on, the other day I read an article entitled “In Search of Silence.”  Now, you have to know if I read it, the topic would spill over here.  The author mentioned how so many people allow noise into their lives for various reasons; one being to keep the mind off of everyday problems.  The article talked about searching out silence, and how some folk on the other hand let in the racket.  It all made me think of the need for quiet and the differences in individuals.  Let’s begin with the television and radio people. We all know someone who has too much calm and permits the sound of one of these devices to fill the void or emptiness.  I know though, there are one or two of you out there crying, if only.  We know in city living one has to pursue serenity –  yes, in our own home it has to be sought after and planned.  Something akin to instructions that are given on surviving a tornado – close yourself in an interior room, just to escape car horns, traffic, sirens, alarms, construction, etc.

Those of us who have children at home or have had them, know full well about this treasured commodity or should I say are very familiar with how far they have to go – how much they have to give up – how long they have to wait for this prize.  I understand the word doesn’t mean the same to all: some are very chatty and have a difficult time restraining themselves, while others breathe a sigh of relief thinking, finally a time to regroup.  There are still others who are alone, and stay at work or just out until the last hour so that when they finally arrive home, it’s simply to fall into bed and to sleep.  This way they don’t have to deal with the isolation/silence. Which brings me to my next group – the only child.  They have learned to be alone since birth.  But being by yourself – at peace with yourself and having the ability to relax the intellect are three separate things.  In other words, just because a person has experience in being alone, it does not mean they can corral their brain to one thought.

I could never understand my next group who feed on commotion; needing it as sustenance.  The more children there are around, the more talking there is, the more that person comes to life.  Almost as though their life’s fulfillment rests on pandemonium.  I’m even shaking my head as I write this – that’s how challenging that type is for me.  But, what am I getting at – what is all of this about for me?  We all know we need tranquility, that’s silly.  I know I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m one who believes, you not only require peaceful surroundings, but having them leads, I believe, to a healthier mental state.  Our city dweller has learned to displace sound, but that’s not a total absence of noise.  I’m talking about clearing the head down to a single thought; a practice known as meditation.  (On a side note, living with the noise and shifting to quiet is also an issue).  But, Webster’s College Dictionary describes this as: continued or extended thought; contemplation – the “oneness” of mind, so to speak.  Some spend lots of money on the study, even though the technique takes years to develop, if at all.

Stop and think about this. Are you running around all day worrying or thinking pessimistically – ruminations of things that could happen – may happen?  Is worrying going to make it go away or resolve the issue?  Does anyone know that big book on life, the one no one ever wants to talk about; it says, “So do not worry or be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will have worries and anxieties of its own.  Sufficient for each day is its own trouble.” Now, I’m not promoting eastern philosophy, because I’m a Christian, but that big life book does preach meditation. Therefore, instead of negativeness going around and around – pick one thought that’s positive.  And go ahead, you can call it meditation.



I recently came across the word “Peacemaker” while reading, and developed an overwhelming desire to discuss it here in my blog.  I’d like to begin by saying, I’m fairly secure that alleach and every family has one troublemaker, am I right?  Maybe even two depending on their size.  I also believe that in the same group of relatives a mediator has been planted; one that has the ability to calm turbulent situations.  Now, although that go-between can themselves be squeezed to the point of fracture at times, for the most part they will usually have the capability to diffuse whatever is taking place.

But who appoints this person? Are they born with a label on their bottom, “Negotiator.”  No, who has ever heard of such a thing.  I do believe, however, they can be picked out of a crowd at a young age.  They usually are the ones standing between two brothers – both struggling for the same toy or the teenager turning her gaze from one friend to the other as she tries to wrangle, at the least, a compromise.

Let’s think of some of the great peacemakers through our time – Martin Luther King, Jr., Mahatma Gandhi, Robert F. Kennedy, and the still very much alive Desmond Tutu.  I wonder if their grandmothers, grandfathers or an aging aunt somewhere said of them, “That one is going to make a difference.”  I would be willing to bet that in their youth, before they knew their calling, someone witnessed them promoting order among their friends, and in their family.  We know we cannot all have attributes as these, but at least, for the remainder of us we can hope to make history, if only in our own families.  Now, taking this a step further, if we all had that nature we wouldn’t have the need for harmony-makers – there would be no darkness, there would only be light, but….uh….isn’t that called heaven?

Now, for the agitators, I maintain even they require peace and quiet.  It’s just, they can’t recognize the necessity, since their dysfunction keeps getting in the way; something about the attention they never received, yet so desperately crave, I imagine.  But, when pressed, I don’t think they would actually say, “No…no I like it when there’s confusion and turmoil.”  Would not that make the statement that that person bore the scars of mental unbalance?  As individuals, we cannot fix people, and we certainly can’t change them if they are unwilling.

So, do we go on accepting and allowing the instigators to upset calm?  Do we throw them away?  Do we avoid them, hoping never to cross their path again – ever?  No, we can’t do that, because that would then place us in the unbalanced section.  Although, unhinged or not, that would probably be my first choice; this guarantees tranquility.  However, I have learned through life to face it directly.  I believe in expressing my opinion, picking myself up, and hitting the door.

But, all in all, this has been studied from so many angles, and has anyone come up with a satisfying answer to the dilemma of family discord?  My mother used to say, put two different species of animal together in the same cage, they will come up with a way to get along.  Us humans – whole different tree.  I have always been a woman of peace; in my family, my home, and at my job.  What say ye?

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