On the Importance of Dreaming & Serving
Monica King
January 14, 2006
We come now, walking in the cycle of seasons in a spiral around again, yet again, to the deep of winter here on the back of Turtle Island, or the North American Continent where a spiritual giant, a man we are celebrating this year for the 20th time as a Federal holiday: Martin Luther King once walked among us.
In the regions of the North the earth lies buried & dormant, frozen, blanketed with snow.
To the South it is sunnier, warmer; some of us, like migrant birds, flock to these warmer, more spontaneous places where it is possible to shed the seriousness needed to weather the more challenging climates, & frivolity, fun, laughing, splashing happy times can be celebrated in his honor. We can celebrate the season of his birth.
To the East we look out at the Atlantic, rolling in & out, lapping the shoreline of this Promised Land he so loved & embraced. We can recall the words he spoke in his clear, compelling voice, a voice crying in the wilderness of the limiting, fear-based beliefs many held during his earth walk. We too can DREAM along with Martin Luther King.
To the West we can look as he did, for the fulfillment of our dreams. We can watch the captivating sight nightly of a blazing sunset completing ever more beautiful days filled with LIVING our dream. All together now. All Earth citizens, every one. All interconnected through the vast outreaches of intergalactic space, the heavens, kissing the stars, bridging each & every one of us to one another in a web of light, of strings, of waves of quarks & oceans of space, of the stuff of the universe from which we, as star children came swimming through to live in the temples of our souls, our wonderfully created bodies, each as unique as a star or a snowflake or a grain of sand on a Florida shoreline.
Too numerous to count. An ocean of living, pulsating life in miraculously human bodied forms. Dancing, playing, loving, laughing, crying, feeding, sleeping, laying satiated with loving together in one another's arms as shelters from every storm that sweeps across our magnificent Turtle Island. Our America. His dream fuliflled here & now. Right NOW!
We can honor the Reverend Doctor King, our spirtual giant brother in loving arms by SERVING each other.
We can feel the warmth of his smile, the booming of his approving voice as we honor him in spending our dreaming time contemplating how best to serve each other. Our own families first, & our immediate neighbors, community, & larger nation.
In the season of dormancy & contemplation we can consider how our past season of planning, planting, cultivation, tilling, & finally our harvest went. We can learn from the previous cycle of seasons. What worked. What did not. We can cuddle up with a good book, with a child in our lap & consider how the carrots should be planted. We can pour over the bright pictures in our seed catalogues, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of vibrant, robust gardens in the coming months.
We can rest our souls, by walking quiet frozen paths, or cavorting with the dolphins in Santa Monica Bay.
Because he had the courage & conviction to say out loud,
"I have a dream". He spoke it into being. He told us how in his mind's eye he had "been to the mountain", the mountain being a sacred & holy symbol, of heightened awareness of the larger pciture. Martin Luther King SAW. He was a seer & a revelator. A VISIONARY.
This month, this week, we too can respond to his invitation which still rings from the heavens where I am confident he watches over us still.
Beauty above us, beauty below, beauty all around us. We too can walk in beauty. We can LIVE in beauty, by being mirrors for each other. Speaking with gentle & beautiful tones. Listening to each other with FULL attention. Seeing in each of us, & our pets, animals & all the wondrous creation around us the hand of the Creator who inspired this magnificent brother, father, son, man. Who had a dream. HAS a dream.
We can learn how a simple inspiring message can change the ethers. Can shift the environment. Can make it possible to stand in the gap, in service, doing the simplest acts of service. Offering a glass of clean water to drink. A hot meal to someone who is hungry. Shelter to someone out in the cold. Kindness to one nearly driven mad by the hateful acts of the unenlightened.
We can be the light for each other. We can love ruins back to villages. Make a highway through the wreckage of cataclysmic changes our Mother needed to make in order to find greater balance & peace for her global citizenry.
We can celebrate the rainbow people. We can BE the rainbow people, in every hue & color.
We can BE. We can DREAM. We can IMAGINE a world without war, without famine, without greed, without want or need of any kind at all.
We can blossom this year into the fulfillment of what he saw on that mountain top.
What a birthday gift that would be!
Won't you join him. Will you hold his hand? Let him into the darkest places in your your being so the light of his dream can bring you too to the mountain?
Yes! DREAM. DREAM on. And have the courage to live your dream, regardless of what anyone else says about it. Live the passion of your dream. It is Martin Luther King's birthday gift to YOU this season.
In the regions of the North the earth lies buried & dormant, frozen, blanketed with snow.
To the South it is sunnier, warmer; some of us, like migrant birds, flock to these warmer, more spontaneous places where it is possible to shed the seriousness needed to weather the more challenging climates, & frivolity, fun, laughing, splashing happy times can be celebrated in his honor. We can celebrate the season of his birth.
To the East we look out at the Atlantic, rolling in & out, lapping the shoreline of this Promised Land he so loved & embraced. We can recall the words he spoke in his clear, compelling voice, a voice crying in the wilderness of the limiting, fear-based beliefs many held during his earth walk. We too can DREAM along with Martin Luther King.
To the West we can look as he did, for the fulfillment of our dreams. We can watch the captivating sight nightly of a blazing sunset completing ever more beautiful days filled with LIVING our dream. All together now. All Earth citizens, every one. All interconnected through the vast outreaches of intergalactic space, the heavens, kissing the stars, bridging each & every one of us to one another in a web of light, of strings, of waves of quarks & oceans of space, of the stuff of the universe from which we, as star children came swimming through to live in the temples of our souls, our wonderfully created bodies, each as unique as a star or a snowflake or a grain of sand on a Florida shoreline.
Too numerous to count. An ocean of living, pulsating life in miraculously human bodied forms. Dancing, playing, loving, laughing, crying, feeding, sleeping, laying satiated with loving together in one another's arms as shelters from every storm that sweeps across our magnificent Turtle Island. Our America. His dream fuliflled here & now. Right NOW!
We can honor the Reverend Doctor King, our spirtual giant brother in loving arms by SERVING each other.
We can feel the warmth of his smile, the booming of his approving voice as we honor him in spending our dreaming time contemplating how best to serve each other. Our own families first, & our immediate neighbors, community, & larger nation.
In the season of dormancy & contemplation we can consider how our past season of planning, planting, cultivation, tilling, & finally our harvest went. We can learn from the previous cycle of seasons. What worked. What did not. We can cuddle up with a good book, with a child in our lap & consider how the carrots should be planted. We can pour over the bright pictures in our seed catalogues, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of vibrant, robust gardens in the coming months.
We can rest our souls, by walking quiet frozen paths, or cavorting with the dolphins in Santa Monica Bay.
Because he had the courage & conviction to say out loud,
"I have a dream". He spoke it into being. He told us how in his mind's eye he had "been to the mountain", the mountain being a sacred & holy symbol, of heightened awareness of the larger pciture. Martin Luther King SAW. He was a seer & a revelator. A VISIONARY.
This month, this week, we too can respond to his invitation which still rings from the heavens where I am confident he watches over us still.
Beauty above us, beauty below, beauty all around us. We too can walk in beauty. We can LIVE in beauty, by being mirrors for each other. Speaking with gentle & beautiful tones. Listening to each other with FULL attention. Seeing in each of us, & our pets, animals & all the wondrous creation around us the hand of the Creator who inspired this magnificent brother, father, son, man. Who had a dream. HAS a dream.
We can learn how a simple inspiring message can change the ethers. Can shift the environment. Can make it possible to stand in the gap, in service, doing the simplest acts of service. Offering a glass of clean water to drink. A hot meal to someone who is hungry. Shelter to someone out in the cold. Kindness to one nearly driven mad by the hateful acts of the unenlightened.
We can be the light for each other. We can love ruins back to villages. Make a highway through the wreckage of cataclysmic changes our Mother needed to make in order to find greater balance & peace for her global citizenry.
We can celebrate the rainbow people. We can BE the rainbow people, in every hue & color.
We can BE. We can DREAM. We can IMAGINE a world without war, without famine, without greed, without want or need of any kind at all.
We can blossom this year into the fulfillment of what he saw on that mountain top.
What a birthday gift that would be!
Won't you join him. Will you hold his hand? Let him into the darkest places in your your being so the light of his dream can bring you too to the mountain?
Yes! DREAM. DREAM on. And have the courage to live your dream, regardless of what anyone else says about it. Live the passion of your dream. It is Martin Luther King's birthday gift to YOU this season.
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